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listen (iii)

harry styles imagine mini series

part iii to listen - harry has a soulmate (soulmate au)

you had finally come to your senses after you had just launched yourself from your porch into the arms of your soulmate. With his arms wrapped around you and your blanket slowly slipping from your shoulders into the snow, you began to pull away from him.

             “not that I’m not happy that you’re here, but who gave you my address?” you asked.

he released you from his grasp and began pulling your blanket back over your shoulders.

             “I have my ways,” he laughed.

you squinted at him puzzled.

             “I’m kidding. Kath gave it to me.”

             “oh…honestly, it’s Kath. I’m not that surprised.”

you both let out a little laugh as you peered up at him. you blinked away the snowflakes that landed on your eyelashes. you reached up and gently brushed the snow from his hair.

             “we should probably go inside before we both freeze.” you suggest pulling the blanket away from your frame to peer down at your fuzzy-sock clad feet sinking into the snow.

             “oh god, y’er poor socks,” he laughed looking down at what you were looking at. “let’s go inside before ya get frostbite.”

             “come on, you can meet my dog.”

you grab his hand while his other hand held his snow covered bag that he had dropped in the snow when he caught you.

Harry smiled as he watched you turn toward your front door with your hand in his while your other hand held your blanket around your frame. you pulled him up your front steps to the door, opening it for him.

a big ball of fur bounded out the door and swarmed the both of you.

             “Marley,” you laughed pushing her down as she tried to jump on Harry. “down. we don’t jump on people.”

you led her back inside with Harry on your heels.

Harry gently shook the snow from his hair with his hand. He set his bag down by the door and waited for you. He smiled as he watched you talk to your dog like she was a small child.

             “be nice,” you said letting go of her collar to let her investigate Harry. “she’s not really aggressive. she’s just skeptical of new people. she’ll warm up to you in a second,” you told him.

Harry placed a hand down to let your dog sniff him. she advanced toward him sniffing him before backing away barking again. Harry peered at you to see if her reaction was okay. he watched as you bent down to her height gently petting her.

             “Mar, it’s okay. he’s a friend.”

you finally turned your attention to him. you looked at him from your crouched position. Harry took the hint and squatted down next to you. he put his hand out in front of him again. now that his towering height was gone, Marley approached him and sniffed his hand again before nudging her nose under his loose hand.

             “what is she doing?” he laughed, slightly nervous.

             “she wants you to pet her. she’s not much of a licker so this is how she shows affection,” you replied as you ruffled the fur on Marley’s back.

Harry moved his hand to pet the top of her head, and Marley began to relax.

             “thank god she likes you or this would have been over,” you laugh turning to look at him in the eyes.

his eyes met yours, and he smiled.

             “really? just like that?”

             “just like that.”

you both stared at each other for a moment with goofy grins on your faces.

             “come on, let’s get into something warmer.”

--

you laughed throwing your head into Harry shoulder as the two of you were curled up on your chase lounge. he had changed from his plane clothes into a pair of soft sweatpants and a sweatshirt. you had changed your socks and threw the other pair and your blanket into the dryer. you had FRIENDS playing in the background, but neither of you cared to watch.

             “when did you know I was y’er soulmate?” Harry asked brushing your hair away from your face.

             “when you and Kath called me?”

             “no, you had to have known before then. I don’t believe that you didn’t know until a few months ago.”

             “alright, fine,” you sighed taking his hands in your so that you could play with his fingers. “you remember when you were in one direction?”

             “vaguely.”

you both laughed.

             “so when you were on your take me home tour, I despised you guys.”

             “WHAT?” his eyes grew wide at your statement.

             “I thought your music was too familiar. I’m sorry. it wasn’t until I realized why it sounded so familiar. I heard it every night while you were on tour, and then I mentioned it to Kath and Eva-she’s our other friend. and, they thought it was weird that I heard your music every night in the exact order of your setlist, and they started planting ideas in my head that my soulmate was one of the guys in one direction.”

             “I was totally convinced you were a fan back then. you were listening to my music all the time.”

             “no,” you laughed. “that was Eva and Kath. they were obsessed. Kath had a cardboard cutout of Niall.”

Harry let out a loud laugh.

             “she gave me Niall-girl vibes.”

             “shut up,” you shoved him lightly. “don’t tell her I told you that.”

             “no promises.”

             “I swear. you can’t tell her that I told you that. she’ll skin us both alive.”

             “okay. okay. secret is safe will me. now tell me when you knew.”

             “okay, okay,” you said taking his hands back. “so after they were convinced that one of you was my soulmate, I looked you guys up. I went to youtube just as every new fan does, and I searched “one direction funny moments.” naturally, I found your video diaries-”

             “oh god,” he pulled his hand back to cover his eyes.

             “I watched all of them, and I started to fall in love you guys, but I wasn’t going to tell Kath or Eva that. I would have never heard the end of it. then, I came across your x-factor audition.”

you stopped talking to gauge his reaction. he peeked at you through his hand.

             “that was my favorite song when I was fifteen.”

             “I know. you listened to it a lot.” he removed his hand from his eyes.

             “I remember hearing that amateur sing it over and over again, right around the time you would have auditioned.”

             “amateur, excuse me, I am a professional,” he scoffed feigning offense.

             “you weren’t then, Mr. Harry Styles.”

             “so that’s when you knew? you’ve known since we were sixteen?”

             “well, not really. I had an inkling. it made sense for it to be you. the audition, then hearing the tour setlist every night, then later I heard you recording your albums. I had an idea. it wasn’t really solid until I actually went to your shows.”

             “god, my head hurt like hell the first time I played here.”

             “it was like a ringing echo crushing my skull.”

             “yeah.”

             “I have to admit, the last show I went to wasn’t that bad.”

             “hmmm?” he questioned peering over at you from where he had laid his head back.

             “Kath got us front row tickets to your Live on Tour show.”

             “ahhh, so that was you? I recognize you now. you were that pretty girl I gave that water bottle to. you were about to pass out.”

             “can you blame me? you had just announced to the whole arena that your soulmate was there, and I was standing right there, knowing that you were probably my soulmate.”

             “I tried to get you after the show.”

             “what?”

             “I sent security after you when the show was over, but they couldn’t find you. you left so quickly.”

             “that sucks.” you curled yourself into his chest.

he laughed running a hand through your hair.

             “that sucks? that’s all you have to say?”

             “mhmm,” you murmur nodding your head gaining another laugh from your soulmate.

             “wow.”

             “so now that I answered your question, you have to answer one for me.”

             “shoot.”

             “falling.”

             “oh.”

             “that’s my dad’s piano melody. you put it in your song.”

             “to be fair, it was a piece of you, and I was sad.”

             “so the song is about me?”

             “yeah, I wasn’t in a good place, and I wanted to find you. I messed up, and I didn’t know if you would love the version of myself that I was becoming. or, if I would love that person. it’s a conversation I imagined us having.”

you got up to look into his eyes while he was trying to look anywhere else.

             “and now? do you love the person you are now?”

             “I don’t know. I think I do, but I have my days.”

you ran a hand through his hair, and his eyes finally met yours.

             “I’m proud of you,” you said with love swelling in your chest.

you really wanted to admit that you loved him, but you didn’t want to be the first person to drop that bomb so instead you told him that you were proud of him. you were. you were so immensely proud of him and everything that he has accomplished. you were proud of how he managed to carry himself and to be mindful of his mental health. he had been through a lot, and he was still here, grounded, sitting on your couch petting your dog.

             “I’m proud of the person you have become,” you reiterated.

you stared into each other’s eyes for a bit. he played with the ends of your hair.

             “I don’t want to freak you out. I know we’ve only really known each other for a short while, and perhaps this is just my sleep deprivation getting to me, but I want to tell you that I love you.”

you laugh planting your face into his chest. your fists clutch the front of his sweatshirt as you practically lay yourself on him.

             “I’m completely serious.”

             “I know,” you said pulling away to looking straight in the face. “and I want to tell you that I love you too.”

             “good, good,” he said pulling you back to his chest. “glad we’re on the same page.”

             “yeah,” you hum. “it’s definitely due to sleep deprivation though. we might regret it in the morning.”

             “we might. promise you won’t regret it in the morning.”

             “I pinky promise.” you threw your pinky finger up to him.

             “pinky promise.” he entwined your pinky fingers together to lock in the promise.

you sleepily closed your eyes. you wrapped your arms around his chest. your head was laying in the nook of his neck.

             “are you falling asleep on me?”

             “figuratively and literally,” you murmur with your eyes closed.

             “please tell me you don’t have to work tomorrow.”

             “I do. I have to go in at eight.”

             “nooooo,” he whined wrapping his arms around you.

             “you and Marley can hang out and eat my food all day tomorrow. just save me something good.”

             “okay,” he murmured into your hair before kissing your head.

             “can we sleep here, or is it going to hurt your back?”

             “I’ll be okay for one night. go to sleep. I’ll set an alarm for you.”

             “okay, I need to be up by six.”

             “I got ya.”

             “thank you. goodnight. I love you.”

             “goodnight, love. I love you.”

you fell asleep in the glow of your christmas tree with Harry gently pulling a blanket over the two of you.

--

you made your way up the frosty front walk to the steps of your front porch. your briefcase loosely hung from your shoulder as you jostled through your coat pocket to find your house keys. after finally retrieving your keys, you unlocked your front door only to be greeted by Marley.

             “hi baby,” you greet reaching down to pet your puppy. “where’s Haz?”

             “hi,” he said pulling your attention from your dog.

Harry stood in the entrance way of your kitchen drying his hands with a dish towel. you practically swooned at how hot he looked. Harry had the sleeves of his sweater rolled up to his elbows. his hair was gently pushed back, probably from the amount of times he ran his hand through his hair.

             “hi,” you smile back at him before going to hang your bags up on the coat hooks by your door.

             “how was work?” he asked helping you take off your coat.

             “it was good. I started in on analyzing a new set of scans. it was interesting but busy,” you said grabbing your phone from your purse before turning around to face him. “what have you been up to all day?”

             “Ahh, the dog and I went for a run.”

             “you did?” you laugh looking up into his eyes.

             “yeah, ya didn’t tell me that she tries to eat the leash when ya go faster than a light jog.”

you laugh at him resting your forehead against his chest.

             “she does. I’m sorry. we’ll have to work on that.”

he wrapped his arms around you as you rest your chin on his chest to look up at him.

             “after our run fiasco-”

             “wait, aren’t the sidewalks partly frozen still?”

             “I was getting there if ye give me a chance.”

             “oh haz.”

             “so after I started takin’ her back to the house with a light jog, I bit it on an ice patch and fell into a pile of street slush-”

             “noooo, are you okay?” you asked trying to stifle your laugh.

             “you can laugh. I’m fine. my ego is a bit bruised though. so after that, I did laundry. then, I decided to make dinner for us so I went to the store.”

             “you made dinner?”

             “yeah, just a simple spaghetti. I hope that’s okay? I probably should have asked if you had any dietary preferences or issues.”

             “Harry, it’s fine. I like spaghetti.”

             “good, good. we should probably go eat then. hopefully, Marley didn’t help herself already.”

             “no, she’s right here,” you nod your head into her direction.

Harry turned his head to her.

             “oh hello,” he said to her before turning back to you. “come on, let’s eat.”

he led you back to your kitchen to your small breakfast table that he had decorated with candles and a pretty tablecloth.

             “you really pulled out all the stops.”

             “I had to impress a pretty lady,” he said pulling your chair out for you.

             “wine?”

             “yes, please.”

--

two plates and a bottle of wine later, you were both curled up on the couch together once more. you had worked together on the dishes, and whatever was left of your dinner was boxed up and placed in the fridge for leftovers.

             “do we tell people?” you murmur to him with your head resting on his shoulder.

             “people?” he asked moving his head to look at you.

             “yeah, like our families and friends.”

             “ah people. we should probably tell them.”

             “unless you want it to be just us for a while. until we really get to know each other.”

             “I don’t think it would hurt to just mention it to our inner circles.”

             “that sounds good,” you nod against his chest.

             “who’s in y’er inner circle?”

             “my parents and brother, probably. then, maybe my cousin-we’re pretty close-and maybe Kath and Eva.”

             “sounds like a solid inner circle.”

             “who’s in your inner circle?”

             “my mom, sister, and sometimes, dad. then, probably Mitch and Sarah. for work purposes, I would probably have to tell Jeff, but we can stall on that until I have to get back to work.”

             “ugh, please don’t go back to work,” you whine wrapping your arms around him. “I’m kidding. you can always go back to work. I’m just gonna miss you. I would sew myself to your skin if I could.”

             “creepy.”

you laughed. you had to admit you were a bit tipsy.

             “I work in criminology. you’re gonna get some gallows humor from me.”

             “I’ll take it. and, I don’t want to get back to work yet. I want to stay here as long as possible,” he said into your hair. “just you, me, and the dog.”

you giggle. yes, you’re giggling now.

             “yes, you, me, and our Moogie,” you repeat. “isn’t that right, Moogie?” you asked Marley as she watched the two of you from her spot on the couch on the other side of Harry.

she let out a soft sigh. she was getting tired of being the third wheel. you both chuckle at her before Harry got back to the conversation at hand.

             “should we text our families?”

             “you want to tell our families over text?” you ask him wide eyed.

he shrugged.

             “how would you do?”

             “a sober phone call tomorrow morning.”

             “oof, I guess that’s slightly better. would you chicken out if you were sober?”

             “maybe,” you shrug. “do you really want to do it now?”

he shrugged once more. he was a man of very few words when it came to big decisions. that’s what you were at least finding out now.

             “okay,” you respond whipping out your phone before downing the rest of your wine glass. you pressed a few buttons before putting the phone up to your ear. “mom, hi, how are you?”

you pulled yourself off the couch and started pacing around the family room as you talked to your mom on the phone. Harry stared at you with wide eyes, watching you to see what you’re gonna say.

             “so mom, the reason I’m calling-is dad with you?,” you flash Harry a nervous grin before you continue. “put me on speaker. no, everything is fine, just put me on speaker. okay-mom are you listening?” you brush a hand through your hair. “you’re listening? okay. the reason I’m calling is because I found my soulmate.”

Harry watched your expression as you listened to their response.

             “it’s a guy, yes,” you laugh. “oh my god, would it have been so horrible if it wasn’t. jesus, mom.”

Harry laughed at you before reaching his arms out to you. you took that as an invitation to sit in his lap.

             “he’s very nice…he’s staying at my place right now…WE JUST MET…yes, he is very respectful, and he’s been super good to me.”

you could feel Harry’s laugh against your back. you lean your head back to stick your tongue out at him.

             “you guys can’t meet him yet,” you say jumping out of his arms to start pacing again. “because I want to spend more time getting to know him before he has to get back to work. no mom, he’s not from (your hometown).” you meet Harry’s eyes, and he gives you a perplexed look. “he’s from out of state.” you shrug at him. “yeah, that’s probably why everything was so quiet.” you listened to her ramble before you figured this conversation needed to be over. “listen mom, I will call you later this week to tell you more about everything, but I’m tired and I have a busy day tomorrow…okay, I will talk to you later…thanks, I’m excited too…yes, I will tell you all about him later…okay, love you. bye.”

you hung up your phone before collapsing back into Harry.

             “I did my part. your turn” you pat his chest.

             “it’s 4 am in England right now. I’ll call in the morning,” he murmured into your hair while he wrapped his arms around you.

             “good,” you say burying your face into his sweater. “I want you to myself tonight.”

you could feel him laugh through his chest.

             “what did y’er mum say?”

             “she wants to meet you. they’re happy for us though. they were starting to think there was no hope for me.”

             “that’s good. I think my mum and sister will be happy too.”

             “I hope so,” you say looking into his eyes. “I hope they like me.”

             “they will. they’ll love you. I just hope your family likes me.”

             “oh, they love you,” you laugh running a hand through his hair. “they love The Harry Styles, from my many years of being a fan of one direction, they have to love you at this point. but, they’re gonna love just Harry too.”

             “oooo, risky question. who’s girl were yeh? were yeh a Liam-girl or a Niall-girl?” he smiled as you laughed at his question.

             “I’ve always been a Harry-girl.”

             “ye’r just saying that,” he said throwing his head back. “that’s such a cop out.”

             “I’m not,” you said sitting up. “it’s always been you.”

             “are you okay that I’m just Harry?” he blurts out biting his lip. you could tell that he had been thinking about this for a while. “you’re not in this just because I’m The Harry Styles.”

             “I love just Harry,” you say placing your hand on his cheek. “don’t get me wrong, The Harry Styles is pretty cool, but I would still love just Harry if he was still the boy in the bakery.”

             “I want to kiss ya right now.”

you stared into his eyes as he held your gaze. his eyes were filled with such admiration and love.

             “okay.”

with that, he placed a hand behind your ear and pulled you to him. he placed his lip against yours and kissed you. you placed your other hand on his cheek as you kissed him back. he kissed you again deeper as you moved to straddle him. he moved both of his hands to your hips as he pulled you closer.

you pull away to take a breath, resting your forehead against his.  

             “I love you.”

he reached up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

             “I love ya so damn much.”

you pressed your lips against his once more. you kissed him until you were breathless. he wrapped his hand in your hair while the other was around your waist. you continued to make out until you felt a cold, wet nose against your cheek.

you jumped pulling away from Harry to start at the culprit. Marley stared at you before letting out a small deep bark.

you start to laugh before collapsing into Harry’s shoulder. he wrapped his arms around you as he began to laugh with you. Marley let out another loud bark at the two of you. you began to pry yourself out of Harry’s arms.

             “she has to go out,” you tell him as you get off his lap. “let’s go Marley.” you pat your leg for her to follow you. in response, she jumped off the couch and followed you to your back door.

you stood at the back door as your watched Marley roam around your fenced-in yard for a minute. she seemed okay as she explored.

you made your way back to your living room before collapsing into Harry’s lap once again.

             “where were we?”

--

you woke up the next morning in your bed with Marley at your feet. with bleary eyes, you slapped your hand against the spot next to you to find it empty. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up. you listened for the shower, but you only heard a muffled voice coming from your living room.

you pulled the covers from your body before putting on Harry’s sweater from the night before. your bare feet padded through your hallway before you made it to your living room with Marley following behind you.

you found Harry shirtless on your couch with his phone pressed to his ear. you plopped yourself down next to him as he sent you a smile.

             “yeah, mum, she’s great, and I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

you smiled as you placed your head on his shoulder.

             “she’s awake now so I’m gonna call ya later, okay?” he murmured into the phone. “bye mum, love ya.” you waited a few moments as he hung up the phone.

once he was done, he wrapped an arm around you pulling you close.

             “how did ya sleep?” he asked before kissing your head.

             “good,” you murmur into his chest. “what did your mom say?”

             “she was happy. I called Gem before her, and they are both really excited. they were both skeptical at first, just wanting to make sure, that it was right. that I wasn’t being an idiot. once I explained the whole thing, they were really happy for us. they really want to meet you.”

             “yay,” you say turning to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

             “I see a trip to London for us in the future.”

             “yay for us.” you look up at his eyes from where you had your head buried into his shoulder.

             “do you want to tell Kath and Eva?” he asks meeting your eyes.

             “yeah, we can text them.”

             “oh, so you just want to text them? no phone calls?”

             “saves us from the screaming,” you say pointing at him.

he laughed pulling you closer.

             “true, true.”

             “let’s just send them a selfie. I trust them.”

             “you sure?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

             “absolutely. we can tell them to keep it quiet for a bit. that we want privacy and stuff. they’ll get it.”

             “okay, let’s do it.”

with that, you got up from his lap and padded back to your bedroom. you snagged your phone from its charger before making your way back to the couch. you slide back into your spot next to him. you held you phone up to take the picture, but he had other ideas. he pushed you back on the couch. you fell on your back laughing as he laid his head on your chest. you fixed your phone.

             “smile,” you laugh as you clicked the button to take the picture.

             “send it,” he murmured looking up at you. he wrapped his arms around you as you moved to type your message to the group chat with your friends.

you: keep it quiet, but I have acquired a soulmate.

             “I sent it,” you say putting your phone down to look at him. “do we want to make breakfast?”

             “yes,” he says getting off you to place a kiss on your forehead. he grabbed your hand to pull you up with him. “let’s eat.”

as you both made your way to the kitchen, Harry let Marley out the back door before placing himself at the counter.

             “y’er phone is blowing up.” he slid your phone across the counter to you.

             “oh boy,” you say opening your messages from Kath and Eva.

Kath: HOLY FUCK IT HAPPENED

Kath: tell Harry hi for me

Kath: I’m so happy for you both

Eva: OH MY GOD

Eva: is that Harry Styles?

Eva: OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT

Eva: YOUR SOULMATE WAS IN ONE DIRECTION

Eva: QUEEN I CALLED IT

Eva: I am also very happy for you both. Call us later with details.

you laughed before showing Harry the messages. he smiled as you typed back a ‘thank you.’

             “breakfast?”

             “breakfast.”

you and Harry made small talk as you made breakfast together. you were just happy that your small world was getting a bit bigger. you loved your little life with Harry in your small home, and you couldn’t wait for this to be the rest of your life, even if he had to get back to work eventually.

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hi! i’m sorry this took me so long to write. this is the end of the official series, but if you want me to write one shots based on soulmate!harry let me know! i’m on my winter break for a while so i should have more time to write. anyway, i hope you enjoyed. feel free to send requests - mosh 

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I have a question is listen part 3 up

Hi! Part 3 of listen is not up yet. I had a bit of writer’s block after I had written the first parts. I do have plans to write a third part over my winter break.

Thanks for checking in!!

- mosh

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friends | A.I.

Ashton Irwin – you might be more than friends.

 singer!y/n x Ashton

(loosely inspired by Friends by Ed Sheeran)

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Loud music pumped through your head as you made your way through the club. Bodies swayed back and forth as you pushed yourself through the crowd to the group’s reserved table. Everyone decided to go out tonight since you had just finished the North American leg of the tour. It was time to celebrate.

You had left your drink with Ashton while you went to the bathroom. At the table, he was patiently waiting for you, finishing his drink.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind while he downed whatever was left in his glass. You could feel his muscles tense before he realized it was you. You slipped under his arm before leaning over your elbows on the high tabletop to take a sip from your straw.

“thank you,” you smiled looking up at him with the straw in your mouth.

“no problem,” he said looking down to you before looking back at the crowd. “that guy over there has been watching you since you left.” He subtly pointed into the crowd with his empty glass in his hand.

“where?” you squinted your eyes.

“there.” He pointed again.

“huh?” your eyes tried to follow his finger until they landed on a person turning his head to look at you before slowly turning his head away. “the guy in the red shirt?”

“yeah. The guy in the checked red shirt,” Ash said before turning his attention the new drink in front of him.

“gross,” you grimaced. “major creeeeepoooo,” you drag out before turning back to Ash.

He laughed looking back at you. You watched him take a drink while you chewed on your straw. He looked good tonight. He had on a black and white striped shirt half with the top four buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You were pulled out of your gaze by Calum, who just returned from the dance floor, slamming his hands on the table.

“are we dancing tonight or what?” he shouted over the music.

You let out a groan. You could feel the alcohol start to hit you. This is why you never drink alcohol with a straw. Nevertheless, you pull yourself from the table taking Calum’s hand.

After you and Ash had become friends, you had quickly grown close with the rest of the band. Calum was definitely the friend that got you to do the most adventurous things, which in reality was the whole reason you agreed to tour in the first place. It would be a crime to not do crazy adventurous things.

Calum, with your hand in his, began to drag you to the dance floor. In that split second, you grabbed Ashton by his shirt dragging him with you. He laughed following behind you before abandoning his drink at the table with Michael and Crystal.

Calum had somehow made it to the middle of the dance floor where Luke, Sierra, and the other opening act were dancing. They drunkenly cheered when Calum returned with you and Ash.

You began dancing with Calum as he held your hands in his with Ash dancing in your peripheral. At some point, Calum had released you and turned his attention to the rest of the group. You had somehow ended up facing Ash, and you both began shifting closer together.

Ashton reached his arm out to rest a hand on your waist. You both swayed to the club remix as you placed a hand against the side of his ribs under his arm. The two of you were locked together in your own little world as you danced together.

A little too close to be “just friends”.

You danced with your head hanging between the both of you. When the song had shifted, you peered up at Ash who had his head down as well. The guy in the red shirt was dancing right behind Ash. You had nearly jumped out of your skin, and Ash’s eye snapped to you after he felt you jump. He squinted his eyes at you while you held him a little tighter. Your wide eyes met his, and you nodded in the direction of the guy in the red shirt.

You watched as Ash briefly glanced back at him. You could see his jaw visibly clench. The guy was dancing while his head bobbed back and forth from your direction to the direction of what you could assume to be his friends.

It made you uncomfortable that he still had his eye on you. How long had he been watching?

You balled your fists in Ash’s button up before he turned his attention back to you. He swayed with his eyes locked to yours and both of his hands now on your hips. His eyes flickered to the crowd of your friends behind you, and he began to dance you through the crowd. He finally stopped when you both were hidden behind your group of friends.

Calum grabbed your arm before wildly spinning you around. You lightly laughed as you nearly crashed into Sierra before you landed back in front of Ashton. His gaze was now fixed on the guy in the red shirt. You grabbed him by his elbows before placing both of his hands back on your hips. His eyes shifted to you as you both smiled at each other.

With his hands now secured on your hips, you moved to place one hand on his shoulder while the other brushed his hair back before stopping to hold the back of his neck. You leaned your head up while pulling his down to you.

“thank you,” you whispered in his ear.

“I got your back, babe,” he whispered back with his lips barely grazing your ear.

You both danced close together until the rest of the group began to disappear from the crowd to get a drink. Ashton then decided you both should grab one too. He led you through the crowd before you both landed at the bar where half of the group was seated.

You slammed yourself into the bar next to Sierra, who you had quickly befriended after Luke had introduced you a few weeks ago.

“hi,” she laughed.

“hey,” you said bumping your shoulder into hers. “what did you get?”

“not sure,” she laughed. “Luke ordered it.”

You hummed a response as you overheard Ashton order his and your go-to drink from a few seats over, where he sat next to Calum.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you.

“can I buy you a drink?”

You and Sierra both snapped your heads in the direction of the voice.

There stood the guy in the red shirt leaning against the bar next to you.

“umm, no thank you,” you said trying to politely shut him down. “I’ve been taken care of, but thanks for offering.”

“you sure?” he said leaning closer to you. “I don’t see a drink in front of you.”

“yeah, I’m sure. Thanks, though.”

You tried to turn away from him. Out of sight-out of mind type thing. You saw Ashton direct the bartender with your drink to you. The bartender quickly placed the drink in front of you.

“thank you so much,” you smiled politely at them.

You turned to the guy in the red shirt and raised your glass to him before taking a sip of your tequila sunrise. You began to get up from your stool to follow Sierra and Luke back to the table.

A hand reached out grabbing your arm nearly causing you to spill your drink.

“are you sure I can’t interest you in a dance?” the guy said towering over you.

“no,” you said trying to pull out of his grasp. “please let me go. I’m going back to my friends now.”

“you’re seriously going to turn me down for a dance?”

“yes,” you glared at him. “I already said no. now, please politely leave me alone.”

“why are you being such a-”

“hey, mate,” Ashton said coming in between the both of you. “she already said no so back off.”

The guy scoffed. “and who are you? Her boyfriend?”

“Yeah. What are you going to do about it?” he said staring the guy down with his chest puffing out.

You grabbed Ashton by the arm before pulling him back to you.

“Ash, let’s go,” you said pulling on his arm with your other hand balled into the back of his shirt.

He turned to you before wrapping his arm around your waist and balling his hand in the fabric of your black mini dress before leading you back to the table. You had both hands on your glass while he gently carried his in his other hand.

“you okay?” he said gently into the hair covering your ear. You nod your head softly before carefully placing it against his chest.

When you made it back to the table, he helped you hop up onto one of the higher stools. It was a bit difficult because of your current state and high-heeled mini boots. He leaned against the table with an arm still wrapped around you.

“what was that about?” Sierra yelled over the music to you.

“some guy wouldn’t leave me alone,” you replied before taking a sip of your drink.

“what an ass.”

“really though.”

You had spent the next half hour listening to half of the group talk about random things. You could tell that the group was losing all rational thoughts when they were suddenly having a full out conversation about the Teletubbies. Michael, Crystal, and Calum had disappeared into the dance floor before the conversation had gone downhill.

“I think we are going to head back to the hotel,” Sierra turned to you.

“okay,” you nodded. “be safe.” You pointed at both her and Luke sleepily.

Sierra smiled at you before hugging you goodbye.

“do you have a ride back?” she asked. “I don’t want to leave you here with no one.”

“nah, I got Ash,” you said stifling a yawn as you tapped his chest with the back of your hand. “I’ll be okay.”

“okay, good,” she said lightly squeezing your arm that was resting on the table.

You bro-hugged Luke goodbye from your stool before he patted the top of your head, which was an inside joke between the two of you.

After they left, Ash leaned over your shoulder dragging his hand up your back.

“do you want to head out?” he asked in your ear. “you’re practically falling asleep.”

“Can we?” you yawn once more.

“let’s go,” he said taking your hand to help you off the stool.

“Are you guys heading out?” Calum asked coming back from the dance floor.

“yeah, I’m taking her back to the hotel. She’s tired,” Ash answered back with his hand still in yours. “Luke and Sierra just left.”

Calum nodded. “alright. I think we are too.”

“should we call the hotel shuttle?” Michael asked. “since we are all heading back?”

“yeah, sure,” Crystal said before grabbing her phone from her clutch. “I’ll call them.”

She and Michael left headed to the door. They had settled their tab before their last trip to the dance floor.

Ash gently led you to the bar so he and Calum could close theirs. He had put all of your drinks on his tab tonight as “a treat for finishing your first leg of the tour.”

You stood behind him with your arms wrapped around his arm and your head leaning against the back of his bicep as you waited.

After he finished paying, he turned to you still wrapped around his arm and placed his other hand on your hip.

“let’s head out, yeah?” he murmured to you.

You nodded sleepily before you both moved to the door.

“do you still have my phone?” you murmur looking up at him.

“yeah, it’s still in my pocket. Do you want it?” he said looking down to you.

“no, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t lose it.”

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind while you both waited with the group outside. You leaned your head back to rest against his chest while your eyes drifted to the rest of the group.

Michael leaning over Crystal’s shoulder as they both looking at her phone. You smiled briefly at the two before you shifted your eyes to Calum. He had his eyes on both you and Ashton and gave you a smirk. You squinted your eyes at him before he smiled.

You and Ashton were just friends. Why was Calum giving you that look? Nothing was up. There was absolutely nothing going on between you and Ash. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You leaned your head up to look at Ashton while he and Calum began to talk. You could feel his voice rumble through his chest, and you nearly fell asleep. Thankfully, the shuttle came just in time, and you all climbed in.

You had taken a seat in the back between Ashton and Calum. You overhead Michael talk to the driver from where he was sitting in the second row. You tiredly leaned your head into Ashton’s shoulder and closed your eyes.

You must have dozed off because the next thing you knew Ashton was waking you up when the shuttle arrived.

“C’mon,” he said helping you up. “I’ll take you back to your room.”

You stood leaning against Ash in the elevator as you headed up to your room. He grabbed your room key that was placed in the cardholder on the back of your phone, and he let you into your room helping you to your bed.

You flopped down onto the bed before you felt him unzip your boots and slip them both off.

“let’s get your makeup off, yeah?” he softly said.

You nodded in response before you heard your toiletry bag unzip and the crinkle of your package of makeup wipes. He returned to you and gently began taking off your makeup before wiping your face with a damp washcloth. You lazily reached up to take your earrings out before Ash took them from your hands to place them on the nightstand next to the bed.

“do you want to change?”

You shrug before closing your eyes. “yeah,” you sigh.

You then heard your duffle unzip and him ruffling through your bag. You open your eyes to find him standing in front of you with your oversized sweatshirt and pajama shorts. He slipped the sweatshirt over your head before slipping your arms out of the spaghetti straps of your dress. Your hands held your dress up while he unhooked your strapless bra. He helped your arms into the sleeves of your sweatshirt before helping you slip into your shorts. After you were fully clothed, he helped you slide off your dress and bra.

“thank you,” you murmur before laying back into the bed.

He went to pull the covers out for you and tucked you in.

“goodnight,” he said before kissing the top of your head and heading for the door.

You reached out and gripped his hand.

“will you stay?”

“you want me to stay?” he asked looking down into your eyes.

“yeah,” you murmur with your hand still wrapped around his while the other hand gripped the sheets up by your face.

“can I sleep in my boxers?”

“I don’t care. Just please stay.”

“okay.”

You heard the sound of his belt as it hit the floor and the rustle of his clothes. You could hear his feet pad around the room as he locked the door and turned off the lights except for the lamp on the opposite side of the bed. You felt the bed dip as he pulled out the other side of the covers and slipped under them. He turned the lamp off before wrapping an arm around your waist to spoon you.

“goodnight,” you whisper.

“goodnight.”

You both fell asleep in the company of each other.

You weren’t friends. Friends just sleep in another bed. And, friends don’t treat you like he does. And, friends shouldn’t kiss you like he does. And, your friends won’t love you like he does.

You’re not friends.

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hope you enjoyed! feel free to send in requests! - mosh

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new friends, new music | A.I.

Ashton Irwin Imagine:

Ashton Irwin – you’re their opening act, and you write a song with Ash.

singer!y/n x Ashton

(the first song is Tennis Court, and the second is Ribs, both by Lorde. let’s pretend here, friends)

 Being the opening act for 5 Seconds of Summer is great. You were loving it. The energy and support from the crowd was life changing.

However, part of you felt like there was something missing. You felt out of place. Every night, you would perform the same set of songs you had written for yourself while at your university, and your manager had encouraged you to record them and put them out. You were a baby musician and followed their guidance, but now that you have grown, you can’t help but feel like your music isn’t ‘you’ anymore.

To you, it felt sloppy and anti-climactic. If you weren’t confident or happy with your music, how could the crowd be?

You wouldn’t blame them if they put you on blast on twitter. You felt the same way.

The solution to your problem was to just not write bad songs. Easy right? So, you spent the majority of your bus time either sleeping, eating, or writing music. It wasn’t horrible.

You were on bus two with the second opening act. They were a three-member band, and you got along with them pretty well. You wouldn’t personally choose to hang with them, but you lived together on a tour bus so you couldn’t really escape them.

The bus assignments were pretty loose. You slept on bus two, but you weren’t confined to it. The members of the other opening act occasionally spent their time on bus one with headliners. You cherished that time because it was quiet enough for you to work on your new music, and you could be as loud as you wanted.

The tour was currently traveling from Charlotte, NC to Nashville, TN, and you were alone in your bus. Or, so you thought.

***

You were sitting in the back lounge of the tour bus with an acoustic guitar resting on your lap and a pair of rose gold headphones resting on your head.

You began to strum opening notes of the melody you were working on while humming and mouthing some lyrics to go with it. You would stop every once in a while to jot some notes down into your little notebook. You had been in your head for quite sometime until you decided you needed a break.

You played through the work in progress once before you got up to lock it in your brain. You strummed and sang along with the lyrics you had just written as loud as you pleased. Once you finished and felt content with your work, you got up to grab a snack and drink from the kitchen area.

With your headphones still securely placed on your head, you began to blast some Panic! At the Disco and scrolled through Instagram as you trekked to the kitchen. Following your usual route without paying attention, you climbed onto the booth table seat to reach the top cabinet that you placed your snacks in. You placed a hand firmly on the wall to keep your balance.

Unfortunate for you, the bus hit a bump in the road causing you to teeter off the booth seat with your graham crackers in one hand and you phone in the other. You braced yourself for your inevitable fall before you felt a hand grab you by the waist.

“oh my god.”

You jumped from the sudden contact and pulled yourself away from the person after regaining your balance.

Your mighty savior laughed at your outburst.

“are you alright?” the Australian asked after he quickly finished laughing.

You looked up and slid your headphones to rest on your neck. The one and only Ashton Irwin sat at the very booth seat you had just climbed on. You had nearly stepped on him.

“I’m fine. You just scared me,” you said taking a breath. “I’m sorry. I was in my head, and I totally didn’t see you there.”

“don’t sweat it. It’s fine,” he said glancing to your box of graham crackers. “you might have to share some of those with me, though.”

Now that you had finally calmed down, you set the box down on the table before moving the grab a water from the fridge.

“do you want anything to drink?” you asked in an attempt to be hospitable to guy you had nearly climbed up just to get a few graham crackers.

“I’m good. I helped myself earlier,” he said while scrolling through his phone.

You grabbed a drink for yourself before taking a seat across the table from him.

To be honest, he was kind of intimidating, and you had never really had a conversation with him. Of course, you had listened to his music, and you were a fan. He and the rest of his band just felt unapproachable to you.

He typed a few things into his laptop before going back to his phone.

“i-uh-can go if you’re super busy,” you said preparing to leave him a sleeve of graham crackers and head back to the lounge.

He immediately snapped his eyes to you.

“no,” he said quickly. “I’m not doing anything important. I’m just putting some dates and events into the calendar on my phone that my manager emailed the band. You don’t need to leave.”

“okay, are you sure? I don’t mind.”

“no, seriously. You should stay.”

“okay,” you softly said as you opened a sleeve of graham crackers.

You slide the half open sleeve to him, and he grabbed two before sliding it back to you.

“so how come you never hang out with everyone in my bus?” Ashton asked with an eyebrow raised to you.

You grabbed a cracker for yourself. “I like to work on some stuff when its quiet. Nothing personal against hanging with everyone, I just need a moment to myself.”

“cheers to that,” he said tapping his graham cracker against yours.

“so why are you visiting bus two?” you leaned back in your seat.

“it got a bit chaotic in bus one, and I needed a break for myself,” he paused to take a bit. “I could feel a migraine coming on.

“oh, do you need something for it? I’ve got ibuprofen-”

“nah,” he shook his head. “I had a small nap, and it went away.”

“oh okay. I’m sorry if I was being loud back in the lounge.”

“no, you were fine. It was calming,” he admitted while examining your face. “whatever you were working on sounded really good. Are you going to add it to your set?”

You took a swig of your water. “I’m not sure if I want to. The song feels too personal to share right now. I don’t think I’ll be playing it until I start putting out music that’s more me, you know?”

“that’s more you?” he squinted his eyes at you. “not a fan of your current stuff?”

“hardly,” you admit. “it just feels too out of place. Half of those songs I wrote at 2 am for a music theory class in college, and the other half are manufactured pop rock songs. My manager wanted me to put out an album so badly that he didn’t really care what went into it, and now I can’t perform them without cringing. I’ve just- uh- I don’t know- like- I feel like I’ve just kinda-I don’t know-”

“you’ve grown,” he shrugged.

“yeah. I have,” you pause looking him dead in the eye.  “and I need my music to progress with me.”

“I get that. You’ve found the music you want to make, and you want to perform music you’re passionate about rather than the stuff you’re given. Nothing wrong with that,” he shrugged before leaning forward. “so how many do you have written?”

“songs?”

“yeah, how many songs do you have written?”

“like twenty, but I only like four of them.”

“counting the one you were working on earlier?”

“no, that’s not finished yet.” You took another chomp out of your cracker.

“okay,” he nodded. “can I write some stuff with you?”

“really?” you almost choke. “you want to work with me?”

“yeah, why not?” he smiled. “we’ve got nothing to do for the next three hours.”

***

You and Ashton sat on the floor of the lounge working out a song. You both had guitars on your lap while you worked out melodies. Ashton was tapping out a beat on the body of the acoustic he was borrowing. You hummed along to the melody you were working on before snapped up straight and slung the guitar off your lap.

You leaped up to grab your notebook from the couch and began to flip through it until you found your page. You set the book down in front of you as you place the guitar back on your lap.

“what if, it went like this,” you started before strumming the melody. You began to sing:

“baby, be the class clown,

I’ll be the beauty queen in tears

It’s a new art form,

showin’ people how little we care”

“I like it, yeah, yeah, let’s keep running with it.”

“okay, keep the beat that you were doing,” you said before you went back to your singing.

“baby, be the class clown,

I’ll be the beauty queen in tears

It’s a new art form,

showin’ people how little we care

We’re so happy, even when we’re smilin’ out of fear

Let’s go down to the tennis courts and talk it up like yeah (yeah)”

Ashton let out one of his bleated laughs. “where did you get ‘tennis courts’?”

You let out a little laugh as he distracted you from you train of thought. “I went to a private high school. We had tennis courts that the popular kids hung out at.”

“that’s ridiculous,” he laughed.

“I know.”

***

“But my head's filling up with the wicked games, up in flames

How can I f*** with the fun again, when I'm known

And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them

Everything's cool when we're all in line, for the throne

But I know it's not forever (Yeah)

Baby be the class clown

I'll be the beauty queen in tears

It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)

We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear

Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)”

You sat singing the song you and Ashton had just finished into your voice memos while he tapped out the beat for you.

“that was so cool.”

You smiled sheepishly at the drummer after you had finished voice-memo-ing your song.

“thanks.”

“that’s gonna be a banger,” he laughed adjusting his hair. “what else do you got in your little book?”

You laughed before tossing it into his lap. “beware, some of it’s angsty, but I trust you not to judge too harshly.”

You stood up to grab you both some more snacks and waters while Ashton flipped through your countless pages of lyrics.

“hey, I like this one,” he shouted from the other room.

“which one,” you shouted back.

“it feels so scary getting old.”

Your feet padded into the room with your arms full of the box of graham crackers and waters.

“that’s a dark one.”

“I don’t judge.” He said looking up from the one of the pages. “it’s that all you eat?”

Ashton laughed at you as you shoved a cracker into your mouth. So much for not judging…

“is there something wrong with that?”

“extremely,” he laughed grabbing a cracker for himself. “you do eat other foods, right? With nutrients and stuff?”

“yeshf,” you replied with a full mouth. “it’s a snack. I’ll eat actually food when we stop for dinner.”

“can I buy you dinner?”

“uhhhhh-”

“so that we can talk about more song ideas, you know?”

“oh, yeah, sure,” you nodded. “I would like that.”

“cool, so let’s work on this one,” he said directing your attention to the page with the lyrics written on it.

“damn that’s angsty,” you said after you scanned the page. “let’s do it.”

***

“This dream isn't feeling sweet

We're reeling through the midnight streets

And I've never felt more alone

It feels so scary, getting old

I want 'em back (I want 'em back)

The minds we had (the minds we had)

How all the thoughts (how all the thoughts)

Moved 'round our heads (moved 'round our heads)

I want 'em back (I want 'em back)

The minds we had (the minds we had)

It's not enough to feel the lack

I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em

You're the only friend I need

Sharing beds like little kids

Laughing 'til our ribs get tough

But that will never be enough”

You bopped back and forth to the beat as you sang along to the beat Ashton was giving as you sang the song you had just thrown together.

When you finished, Ashton let out a whistle.

“another one, baby, another one. THIS IS ROCK N ROLL BABY,” he screamed excitedly as you laughed before collapsing onto the couch next to you.

Both of your heads’ rested against the same cushion just inches apart.

“I’d say today was quite productive,” you whisper tiredly between the two of you.

“we did good,” he raised his hand to bump his knuckles against yours.

“we did. Pretty good team, huh?”

You were both stuck in a post-songwriting-genius session haze, and both of your eyes linger just a little too long on each other.

Thankfully, the bus lurched forward as it stopped at the rest stop to fill up and for everyone to grab dinner, which pulled you both from your little world.

Ashton was the first to break the gaze as he pulled himself off the couch to help you up.

“c’mon, let’s go get some real food.”

You groan as he yanks you up from the couch before you head to tear apart your bunk to find your pair of converse.

 …and that’s how you became best friends with Ashton Irwin…

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hi friends! i know it’s been a while, but i’m back. let me know if you want to see more singer!y/n x Ashton xx - mosh

#5sos #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin imagine

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oh no! maybe we can help you giving you some ideas??? im really in love with the story, good job

absolutely! i am open for suggestions if you have any!

let me know what you want to see happen!

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series: listen update

hi everyone! i hope you are all safe and social distancing. i am having a hard time finishing up the listen series. i know many of you have been waiting and have even asked to be tagged, and i figured i should let you know where i am on that. 

i ran out of inspiration to write this series. i had some ideas for the third and final part, but i’m not happy with them right now. i feel like i should let you know that the series is on hold for now instead of ghosting everyone. 

i think i might just end the series with part 2 and write an epilogue whenever i feel inspired again. i’m not sure on that. i am open to suggestions and possible criticism. 

thank you all for patiently waiting. i’m sorry if you might be disappointed. 

sincerely,

mosh. 

#harry styles imagines

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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harry styles imagine mini series

part ii to listen - harry has a soulmate (soulmate au)

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a year had passed since you had last seen Harry. you followed him around on social media, catching up on what he was doing from various fan accounts. the music between the two of you had been quiet. it occasionally would become louder, and then, you would find out through social media that he was spotted traveling. it made sense.

over the past year, you filled your time with your research. for a 25 year old, you were quite accomplished in your work with your research team. you were conducting a second study on neuro-criminology. you spent most of your days analyzing brain scans of criminals while you listened to the gentle melodies brought to you by the one and only Harry Styles.

--

over the year, Harry finished his tour and went onto traveling around the world writing music with friends. he had just gotten back to malibu after traveling for months. he liked being home. he could hear you much louder now.

he hadn’t stopped thinking about his soulmate ever since his show in (city near your hometown). was that her that night? he would never know. it upset him to think about it. he wondered if things would have been different if he had actually got to talk to you that night. would you be with him now? would you be the last person he saw before he fell asleep? would he wake up every morning to see you? would you drink coffee with him on saturday mornings? would you tell him about your day? would you share your life with him?

it clouded his mind. thoughts of what could be. it reflected in his music. that was clear to everyone he worked with. there was a sadness that it held. he was left all alone while the people around him lived happily with their soulmates. part of him envied them.

how could he miss someone he’s never met?

--

             “oh my god. do you play?”

you laughed. your friends were very drunk. you had all traveled to some fancy resort in florida for a weekend summer road trip. it was nice to get to see anyone since you had all been so busy with your careers.

             “(y/n/n),” Eva slurred as she slid next to you on the piano bench. “will you please play for us?”

you rolled your eyes.

             “for you,” you paused turning to look at her. “anything, but you have to buy me another drink.”

Kath laughed as her soulmate threw her arm around her. Eva got up from the bench before taking a drink order from everyone. you were definitely the fifth wheel on this trip.

             “just play us something, you dork,” Kath shouted drunkenly.

you stretched your fingers across the piano keys and began to play a melody that your dad had taught you.

--

Harry was in the shower when he heard it. he thought a shower would help him think. he was having some writer’s block.

that’s when he heard you. he heard your melody. he immediately jumped out of the shower. he had to write it down.

in a towel, he sat at his piano. the melody was simple so he was able to figure it out. he grabbed his phone and began to record a voice memo as he sung along with the melody.

             “i’m in my bed. and, you’re not here…”

--

in october, Harry released ‘lights up’. he smiled to himself as he heard you listen to it over and over again.

unknown to him, you would listen to it as you did your work every day. your co-workers would laugh at you as you bopped and mouthed the words to the song whenever it came on.

Harry couldn’t wait until he would hear you listen to the album.

--

in december, Kath got an odd job in L.A. the music company she worked for wanted her to help work a private event that would be open to a limited audience. she had to help keep the event under wraps while it was going on.

when she arrived, she was shocked to find out who this event was for.

the one and only Harry Styles.

it was his spotify secret album listening party. she knew his album would drop soon. (y/n) had warned her about it.

Kath never expected to hand yellow raincoats out to fans. she never expected to ride in a shuttle with the fans. she felt like she was experiencing the whole night like she was one of them. the group was led to a house where the really party was going to begin. Kath was supposed to help everyone keep a low profile. no one was allowed to tweet about it until it was over so she had to keep an eye on everyone.

             “hey,” one of the caterers pulled her out of her thoughts. “do you mind running this backstage? one of the special guests has requested it, and i’m swamped out here.”

the caterer was holding what seemed to be a glass of water. it was such an odd request for her, but she agreed anyway.

             “sure.”

Kath took the glass from the caterer and made her way to the backstage. a puppet show was to be given in a half hour on this stage. this water was probably for one of the puppeteers.

             “is that for me?” a voice stopped her.

she turned to look at them. it was Harry. she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

             “did you ask for a water?” she asked him.

             “i did. i talked to one of the caterers,” he started.

Kath handed the water to him.

             “it’s for you then. sorry, the caterers got swamped.”

             “thanks,” he said taking the glass from her. “how’s it going out there?”

Kath nodded to him with a small smile.

             “it’s going really well. it’s super cool. everyone is loving all the detail and stuff.”

              “that’s good. i’m glad,” he said before taking a drink. he cleared his throat before speaking again. “are you with spotify?”

             “sort of,” Kath said leaning against the door frame of the back room he was in. “i work with a separate music company that works as a subset of spotify.”

Harry nodded.

             “cool, cool, and i didn’t catch your name.”

             “it’s Kath,” she said extending her hand to his.

he shook it.

             “nice to meet you, Kath. i’m Harry.”

he took another drink as Kath broke the silence.

             “can i ask you something?” Kath started. “i know you don’t know me, and i really don’t know you, but would it be okay if i ask you something?”

Harry raised an eyebrow before setting his glass down.

             “of course,” he responded. “it’s okay.”

Kath took a breath. she had to know. she had to know for you.

             “have you found your soulmate yet?”

Harry was quiet. he knew where this was going. this happened all the time with fans and other prying people. everyone wants into his personal life. in some cases, honestly most cases, people claimed to be his soulmate all the time, and he felt like this was just another one of those times. nevertheless, he began the conversation.  

             “no,” he sighed. “i haven’t yet.”

he was waiting for her to give the big ‘i’m your soulmate and i’ve always loved you’ speech.

             “this is going to sound kinda odd.”

great. he knew where this was going. he just wanted her to get it over with.

             “but, i think my best friend is your soulmate,” she said.

she cringed at how ridiculous she sounded.

Harry was confused. why would she advocate for her friend like this.

             “oh,” he started. “is she-uh-is she here?”

             “oh god, no,” Kath said interrupting him. “she doesn’t even know that i’m working this. she doesn’t even know that i would even have the chance to talk to you. she’s states away. she’s working tonight-”

             “oh.”

             “yeah.”

             “why do you think she’s my soulmate?” he quietly asked.

Kath took a breath.

             “i think i started believing that when you were on your second tour with one direction. our other best friend and i would listen to you guys all the time. it drove her crazy. she said that it sounded too familiar and that she could hear it all the time.”

             “hear it all the time?”

             “yeah. she could hear your music all the time. we later found out that the songs she heard followed your exact set list of your take me home tour. it was the same with all of your other tours, too. she heard it every night that you guys performed, and don’t get me started about the concerts we went to. she always had this horrible ringing in her ears, except the last time we were at your show. she was fine. i think it had something to do with being in the front row, you know?”

Harry rubbed his face. he couldn’t believe it. Kath continued to ramble.

             “plus, she always knew when you would be releasing new music and stuff-”

             “excuse me,” another voice spoke out.

Harry and Kath turned to them.

             “Mr. Styles, you are needed on stage in two minutes.”

Harry immediately stood up.

             “uh,” he stammered. “thank you. i’ll be right there,” he said to the worker before turning his attention back to Kath. “do you mind if we continue this later? like, can we go somewhere and talk about this later tonight? i really want to hear more about your friend.”

             “of course,” Kath nodded to him. “i’ll give you my number.”

             “great. thank you.”

after getting her number, he walked onto stage and began to puppeteer a puppet of himself. he then went on to introduce his album to his fans.

--

you sat at home as you watched some Netflix. your puppy curled up next to you on your couch as you sipped on a small glass of wine. it had been a long day, and you needed to relax.

you paused your show as you heard music in your head. it was the new album.

you smiled as you curled up further in your blankets to listen.

--

Kath watched as Harry danced with fans to his new music until the next song came on. the beginning melody made her blood run cold. it was (y/n)’s melody.

how would he know that?

Harry turned to glance at Kath who was standing in one of the corners of the room as the song played. she had a shocked look on her face as she looked around frantically until her eyes landed on him. they locked eyes. her eyes bugged out of her head as he gave her a little smile.

her reaction confirmed it enough for him. she recognized the melody. she knew who actually wrote it.

Kath’s eyes watered as she listened to the lyrics of the song. it was so heart breaking to know how much pain he was in, and it hurt her even more know that that was her best friend’s favorite piano melody. they longed for each other.

Harry watched as she wiped a tear away. his heart swelled in his chest before he turned his attention back to his fans.

--

Kath received a text a little after 11 pm.

             unknown: hi. it’s harry. would you still like to meet?

Kath quickly typed a response as she unlocked her car.

             kath: absolutely

she saved his number into her phone.

             styles: great. i’ll send you an address.

Kath followed her gps until she arrived at a small café. she quickly parked her car before making her way inside. Harry waved to her from one of the back tables.

             “hi,” she waved back before taking a seat.

             “thanks for meeting with me,” he said. “can i get you something?”

             “no thanks. i’m okay for now.”

             “okay,” he said gripping his cup. it looked like tea. “so should we get into then? do you have any questions for me?”

             “i do actually,” Kath started leaning forward. “where did you get that melody for ‘falling’?”

             “oh,” he said leaning back in his chair. “why do you ask?”

             “because that’s (y/n/n)’s song. she plays it all the time. it’s one of her party tricks.”

             “and (y/n/n) is your best friend? the one you think is m’ soulmate?”

             “yeah, her name is (y/n),” Kath said before redirecting the conversation. “so how did you hear that melody?”

             “my soulmate.”

Kath nodded before leaning back in her chair. Harry watched her with a calculated glance.

             “can i ask you a question, now?” Harry asked.

             “sure.”

             “what is the significance of the ‘gummybear song’?”

Kath let out a boisterous laugh. Harry hated that song growing up, but now it helped him figure out his soulmate. it was the one question that stumped everyone who seriously claimed to be his soulmate.

             “that song,” Kath laughed. “it is the bane of her existence. she hates it.”

she wasn’t giving him the response he wanted.

             “why?” he asked calculatedly. he wasn’t going to give her any hints or allude to what he knew about it.  

             “she had to listen to it every morning for 6 years straight until she started bringing her ipod to school. one of the little girls in her carpool was obsessed with it. she cried and cried if she didn’t hear it on the way to school,” Kath laughed. “she came to school every morning wishing that she had jumped out of the moving car and walked. now, why do you ask about that?”

Harry smiled to himself. he got her.

             “i had to listen to it too.”

             “oh nice,” she said. “i’m sorry you had to endure that. it was miserable for her too.”

             “so you mention you went to a couple of my concerts?”

             “oh yeah. we near (the city near your hometown) so we went to all of those shows. the concert for your solo tour was crazy.”

Harry thought for a moment until it clicked. that was the show he saw her. the show he wished he stopped so that he could get to know her. the show that he lost the mystery girl from the front row.

             “i think i remember that. you said you were in the front row, right?”

             “yeah, you gave a water bottle to her. Eva and i-oh Eva is our other friend-we freaked out when you did that because of course (y/n) had some suspicion that you were her soulmate. she didn’t want to admit it to everyone. her family thought she was crazy.”

Harry sat in shock as he thought back to that night. the girl he gave the water to. the girl he watched the entire show. the girl he fell in love with, but never spoke to.

             “so that was her?” he asked Kath quietly.

             “mmhm,” Kath nodded. “do you want to test to see if it’s her?”

that hadn’t crossed his mind, but he definitely should. he didn’t really know if he could trust Kath. he had just met her after all.

             “here, i’ll play you a song, and you can text her from my phone and ask her what her soulmate is listening to,” Kath said placing her phone on the table between them.

             “okay,” he nodded as he watched Kath scroll through her music until she landed on a song.

             “ready?”

             “yeah, let’s do it.”

Kath hit play as the sound of the ‘gummybear song’ filled their ears.

             “text her,” Kath said opening your messages.

Harry texted her the question, and the two waited until she responded.

--

it was 1 am when you received a text from Kath.

             kath: what’s your soulmate listening to?

the annoying repetitive chorus of the ‘gummybear song’ filled your head. you rolled your eyes in frustration as you typed back.

--

Kath’s phone lit up from a notification from you.

             you: the mother effing gummybear song

Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head. he couldn’t believe it.

             “oh my god,” he choked out.

he found her. he was shocked. it took him almost 26 years to find you. he rubbed his hands over his eyes thinking that this all might go away. he must have read it wrong. he reread your text.

             “so that means?” Kath asked him.

she wanted him to say it.

             “she’s my soulmate.”

Kath squealed in excitement.

             “i knew it,” she shouted throwing her hands up in the air.

the two stayed in the café until it closed talking about you, your family, your job, your friends. he wanted to know everything about you.

his soulmate had a name. her name was (y/n).

--

it was thursday, one day until the album release. Harry sat in another café waiting for Kath to arrive. they agreed to meet again. he watched as Kath entered the café and went to the counter to order herself something.

he smiled as he heard you listening to some old rock music. he wondered what you could be doing right now. were you working? were you getting breakfast? he didn’t know, but he wanted to. he wanted to know you. his heart could burst with how much he wanted to be with you.

             “hey,” Kath drew him out his thoughts as she took a seat at the table.

             “hey,” he greeted her with a smile.

             “so i was thinking we could call (y/n/n), and i could introduce you to her,” Kath suggested as she placed her bag down on the chair next to her.

             “really?” Harry asked before taking a drink of his tea.

             “yeah. i don’t think she is super busy today.”

             “right. okay. what does she do again?”

             “she’s a neuroscientist working with a research group right now.”

             “right.”

             “so do we want to call her?” Kath asked raising her eyebrow.

Harry was stalling. he was nervous.

             “yeah. sure. let’s do it,” he nodded. “should we go somewhere a little more-” he stopped to look around the café. people slyly watched the two of them. “-secluded?”

             “sure,” Kath said as she eyed the people watching them. “do you have a place in mind?”

minutes later, Harry and Kath sat in his range rover in a secluded parking garage. Kath’s phone rang waiting for you to pick up.

--

you sat at your desk going over paperwork as you ate your lunch. your phone began to ring. you had an incoming call from Kath. you smiled as you answered your phone.

             “hey, Kath. what’s up?”

--

Harry smiled as he heard her voice. Kath had her phone on speaker.

             “hey, (y/n),” she greeted. “are you busy?”

             “nah. i’m on my lunch break. what’s up?”

             “not much. i’m just sitting here with your soulmate.”

--

you sat frozen. you had stopped breathing. why would she joke about this?

             “Kath, you know that’s not funny,” you sighed.

you were too tired for this.

--

             “i’m not joking,” Kath defended. “i’m being deadly serious. he’s sitting right next to me.”

             “and how do you now that for sure?”

Harry didn’t blame you for being skeptical. he was at first too.

             “he was the one who was listening to the ‘gummybear song’ last night when i texted you.”

             “Kath.” they heard you pause and sigh. “i don’t know…”

             “c’mon,” Kath started. “what if we facetime you? you can see for yourself.”

--

you rubbed a hand over your face and sighed once more. you didn’t know what to do.

             “i guess,” you agreed. “facetime me.”

you waited as the call turned into a facetime. Kath popped up on your screen. you could tell that she was in a car or something similar.

             “(y/n/n),” Kath cheered as she saw you appear on her screen.

             “hey,” you gave her a wave as you propped your phone up against your laptop.

             “say hi to your soulmate.”

you watched the screen as it turned to the person next to Kath.

it was the one and only, Harry Styles.

--

Harry laughed as he watched your jaw drop. he shyly smiled at you. you were beautiful.

             “hi,” he said giving you a little wave.

             “hi,” you said while copying his wave.

             “y’all are too cute,” Kath interrupted. “awkward, but still cute.”

             “heyyyy.” “heyyyy.”

Kath laughed at your both as you tried to defend yourselves.

--

you locked eyes with him.

             “how do you know for sure?” you asked him.

you had to be sure. you weren’t going to let yourself get your hopes up if he turned out not to be your soulmate. you had your suspicions, but you had no way to really know. it could have all been coincidental. you couldn’t just trust yourself with this. you weren’t going to let yourself get crushed like that.

             “you can test me if you want,” he shrugged.

             “okay,” you said reaching for your headphones.

you plugged your headphones into your laptop and pulled up your playlist. you placed your headphones over your ears and hit shuffle.

--

Harry heard the soft melody of the song play through his head.

             “work song, hozier,” he said confidently.

             “mkay. how about this one?”

he heard a new song play.

             “jackie and wilson, hozier.”

             “okay, and this one?”

that’s when he heard it. the song she played for him a couple years ago. it was his song. the song that he wrote.

             “i love you, alex and sierra.”

--

you sat at your desk with tears in your eyes. you had a hand clasped over your mouth in disbelief.

             “well, (y/n/n), how’d he do?” Kath called over the phone.

you cleared your throat willing away the tears.

             “3 for 3. he got them all correct.”

             “so that means?” Kath asked motioning for you to say it.

             “you’re my soulmate,” you said as you stared into his eyes.

--

Harry smiled at you with tears welling in his eyes. he was so happy that he found you. you knew him now.

you both spent the next hour talking about anything and everything.

             “when can i come visit you?” he asked.

             “i’m free until christmas, you know, beside going to work.”

             “great, okay,” he started.

Harry scrolled through his calendar. as he did so, it became very apparent to him that he was fully booked from now until after new year’s.

Kath saw his scrolling of endless events until it stopped in mid-january.

             “you know what?” she started. “december is just so busy with the holidays and stuff. why don’t you both just meet up sometime in january?”

             “uhhhh…okay. that works, i guess.”

she sent him a wink, and he gave her a grateful nod.

--

january it was. you had to wait until january to actually meet your soulmate. it was frustrating. you talked to him on the phone every day. you texted, occasionally facetimed. he was so close now, yet still so far. it was infuriating.

you had to bear christmas by yourself as you watched your cousins laugh and celebrate with their soulmates. you were the only recipient of multiple backhanded comments from your aunts that lived out of town. ‘why haven’t you met your soulmate yet, (y/n)?’ ‘you’re getting to old to be single, (y/n).’ ‘why don’t you just settle down with some nice boy, (y/n)? you don’t need a soulmate, (y/n).’

you were growing tired of the nagging. you just wanted to see him. you wanted to spend christmas with him. would he sit by the fire with you? would he laugh with your cousins? would he drink coffee and eat cookies with your grandparents? would he share his life with you?

you missed him. absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

--

on january 14, Harry sat in an airport. a blizzard had delayed his flight. he brushed his hand through his hair. it was frustrating. he was a three-hour flight away from you, and all that way keeping him away was this stupid blizzard. it didn’t help that everyone was obsessing over the fact that it was the biggest snowstorm they had ever seen. he was growing tired of it. he just wanted to see you.

his flight was delayed until 8 pm so he had five more hours until his flight. he was growing incessantly bored. he downloaded about 7 pointless games on his phone just to pass the time. one of them was getting quite addicting, but nonetheless, his attention fell elsewhere. he scrolled through his instagram instead. he found pictures of you and your family from the past holiday posted on your page. he smiled at a picture of you holding a baby, which must have been one of your relative’s. there was another picture of you standing with your friends at a bar. you were wearing the ugliest christmas sweater he had ever seen as you smiled posing with Kath and who he assumed to be your other friend Eva.

his heart longed for you even more. he decided to take his mind off you. he put his headphones on before listening to his playlist. at some point, he must have fallen asleep because he was awoken by something bumping into his leg.

             “trevor,” a voice called.

Harry opened his eyes to find a little boy, who had to be no older than two, holding onto his leg.

             “i’m so sorry,” a woman said reaching to pick up the child. “he likes to run sometimes. i’m sorry that he disturbed you.”

             “hey, no. it’s no problem,” he said straightening up in his seat.

             “are you on the next flight to (your hometown)?” she asked as she bounced the little boy in her arms. “if you don’t mind me asking?”

             “no, i don’t mind. yeah, i’m on the next flight,” he answered. “are you?”

             “yeah, heading home after visiting family. you?”

             “i’m going to see m’ soulmate,” he smiled.

the woman smiled and nodded.

             “that is a special thing.”

he nodded in agreement.

             “it is,” he said. “it really is.”

their attention was then torn from each other when their gate announced that it was boarding early.

             “i better get back to my husband. again, i’m sorry if he bothered you. have a safe trip,” the woman nodded.

Harry nodded to her as he bid her a safe trip as well.

after boarding the plane, he soon found himself buckled into his seat as the plane ascended into the air. he slipped his headphones on as he closed his eyes.

3 more hours until he could be with her.

--

around 11:30, Harry found himself in an uber driving to the address Kath gave him. he watched as the snow fell upon the town. everything seemed so quiet and peaceful. the trees were covered in a gentle frost, and the local shops had their christmas lights shining brightly in the snow.

he soon arrived at a small house in a small neighborhood just outside of the city. he got out of the car and thanked his driver before grabbing his bags. he stepped onto the sidewalk and admired the home. white christmas lights gently framed the house, and he could see a small christmas tree in the front window. unlike most people, she kept her decorations up even after the holiday. he admired that.

--

you were sitting on the couch when your dog started barking out the front window. rolling your eyes at your overdramatic dog, you paused your show and went to inspect what she was barking at. it was almost midnight, and for her to be barking at anything this late made you weary.

that’s when you saw it. well, him not it. you stared at the man standing on the sidewalk outside your house at 11:56 pm on a tuesday night.

this was no stranger though. you quickly ran to your front door tripping over the blanket you had wrapped around yourself with your dog following right behind you. she barked ferociously at your sudden outburst, and you threw open your door.

you stood there on your porch stunned.

was this all a dream?

--

Harry stood at the bottom of your porch with a gentle smile on his face. you were wrapped up in a large thick blanket. it practically swallowed you up. the snow fell gently around him.

             “hi.”

             “hi.”

he watched as you combed a hand through your hair. you looked away from him placing a hand over your mouth.

             “are-are you real?” you asked tilting your head to the side.

your eyes prickled with tears, and Harry saw you squint your eyes at him. unknown to him, you were trying to will away your tears.

             “i’m real, love,” he smiled with tears in his own eyes.

             “okay,” you choked out as you launched yourself off the porch into his arms.

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the first time Harry had learned about soulmates was when he was 5 years old. one night, Gemma had come downstairs from her room crying about her soulmate. she explained to their mother that her soulmate was listening to music with bad words. as a 9 year old, it was upsetting to her. Anne had then sat them both down and explained the importance of listening to appropriate music.

             “the music you listen to is how your soulmate first gets to know you. it’s important to listen to music that you would be proud of sharing with them,” she explained.

             “our soulmates can hear the music we listen to?” a small Harry asked.

Harry listened to his mother explain the science of soulmates to him, and his eyes were wide the whole time. he was so awestruck with the idea of a soulmate, someone who he was destined to love for the rest of his life. he was so in love with the idea of them.

when he was 8 years old, he realized his soulmate was much quieter than his friends’ soulmates. he cried to Anne one night about it, and she explained that it was because his soulmate was far away and that the closer he was to his soulmate the louder he could hear their music. Anne had reasoned that his soulmate might live in another country, which amazed the young Harry. how was he supposed to love someone who was so far away?

at age 7, you had also been concerned with how quite your soulmate was. your parents just shrugged it off; however, the kids at school would tease you for it. you had been told many times that your soulmate didn’t exist. you knew better, though.

as you got older, you found comfort in the faint music of your soulmate. it was comforting to know that they were there, that they did exist. they had an older taste in music than you did, but you didn’t mind. you were just glad that you had someone.

--

the ‘gummybear song’ was the first time Harry noticed his soulmate.

he was 9 years old. you were 8.

he heard the ‘gummybear song’ everyday during his maths class. he found it weird that he could always hear that annoying song around the same time everyday. he eventually realized that it was his soulmate, and he found your taste in music very annoying because of this.

unknown to him, because of the time difference, you were on your way to school when he was sitting in his maths class. you carpooled to school everyday with your neighbors, and every morning, your neighbor’s youngest daughter insisted that she listened to the gummybear song before school. everyone in the car found it insistently annoying, and it practically drove you all insane. however, it was better to listen to that for three minutes compared to listening to her cry and whine for the entire ride to school.

this continued for years until you decided on bringing your ipod and headphones to school to listen to that instead of the horrendous ‘gummybear song’.

Harry was so grateful when he no longer had to listen to it.

--

you fell in love to ‘isn’t she lovely’ by stevie wonder.

you were 14. he was 15.

you had stumbled across it, and you had immediately put it on your playlist. you listened to it occasionally whenever you had your playlist on shuffle.

Harry found the song beautiful. he loved it. he knew that you listened to it so frequently that you must have like it. he learned how to sing it. it was one of his favorites to sing so it wasn’t a surprise to him that he put it on his list of songs to audition with for the X-Factor.

your heart felt like it could burst when you heard the knock-off version of the song for the first time from your soulmate. the singer was an amateur at best, but you loved it. your soulmate must have known that it was one of your favorites, and they cared enough to play the song for you.

--

you were mildly confused with ‘what makes you beautiful’.

let’s be clear here. you were NOT a one direction fan. no. you weren’t. that was your best friends, Eva and Kath. they were obsessed.

you were sitting in Kath’s car when she played it for you for the first time. the song was oddly familiar for you. you felt like you had heard it before.

             “isn’t so goooooood?” Kath asked.

             “i don’t know. i’ve heard it before. it’s not that special,” you had shrugged.

Kath continued to argue with you until you had agreed that the song was good.

Harry, on the other hand, had freaked out when you were listening to his song.

             “oh my god, oh my god,” he said as he realized what song he was hearing.

             “what?” Niall had asked.

             “my soulmate,” he said starting to sit up in his seat. “is listening to our song.”

the boys had laughed at his excitement.

             “do you think she’s a fan?” he asked them after he settled down.

             “i think she’d have to be, mate,” Zayn said patting him on the back.

--

Harry knew that you were a fan when you listened to the entire ‘up all night’ and ‘take me home’ albums over and over again in 2013.

             “guys, you know i can’t stand them,” you whined.

             “oh c’mon,” Eve shot back. “they aren’t that bad.”

             “yes, they are.” you sat up from where you were sprawled out on Kath’s bedroom floor. she had a Niall cardboard cutout in the corner of her room and a large poster of Harry on the back of her door.

             “why?” Kath said looking up from painting her toes. “why are they so horrible?”

             “Harry broke up with Taylor Swift. i’m siding with my girl Taylor on this one. he is such a jerk,” you said.

             “you don’t even know what happened,” Kath argued.

she was right, but you didn’t care. the main reason you really didn’t like their music was because you had already heard it before. it was too familiar. it was like a copycat of songs you had already heard, but you couldn’t figure out how you had heard them.

             “fine, but their music is too familiar,” you reasoned.

             “what do you mean?” Eva had asked.

you then explained the familiarity of it and how you had heard it all before. The girls were skeptical, but Eva entertained the idea.

             “Maybe your soulmate likes the band,” she reasoned. “maybe you heard it from them?”

             “doubtful,” you said before the girls went back to painting their nails and talking about the boys.

Harry, on the other hand, could hear you listening to his music when he was trying to sleep. he was leaving for tour the next morning, and part of him hoped that he would become closer to you. he fell asleep with a smile on his face knowing that you had an idea of who he was.

--

it was July of 2013, and you were slowly losing your mind. every night for the past 4 months you had been listening to the same one direction songs. it was almost as if they were following a list. you heard them every night in the same order. something else you had noticed was that the music from your soulmate was getting louder. it was the loudest it had ever been in your entire life.

Harry had noticed that too. your music was much louder now that he was on tour.

you had been at Kath’s house when you complained about it to them.

             “guys, i don’t want to listen to this. i hear this all the time,” you said spinning in Kath’s desk chair.

Kath and Eva roll their eyes as the next one direction song came on.

             “you say this every time,” Eva said going back to her phone.

             “no. i mean it this time. i hear their music constantly,” you said abruptly stopping your spins.

             “okay then,” Kath said setting down her phone. “i’ll bite. what do you mean you hear their music constantly?”

Eva looked up watching your conversation with Kath.

             “i mean i hear the same one direction songs every night in the same order,” you said looking at the both of them.

everyone was quite for a minute.

             “like it’s your soulmate?” Eva asked setting down her phone and sitting up.

             “i think so?”

             “you’re joking, right?” Kath said.

she didn’t believe you. personally, you didn’t know if you would believe you either. it was an odd thing to talk about.

             “i promise i’m not,” you said holding up your hand as a salute. “scouts honor.”

they rolled their eyes at you.

             “okay, then let’s say i believe you. what is the order of the songs?” Kath asked.

             “i don’t know the name of their songs,” you shot back throwing your arm in the air.

             “fine,” Eva said. “ you give us a clue from each song. i’ll pull it up, and if it’s the song, Kath will write it down. okay?”

             “fine,” you say going back to your spinning.

             “great,” Eva said. “what is the first one?”

             “ummm,” you started. “up all night? i think that’s the song. it repeats that a couple times.”

             “okay, got that one down,” Kath said. “next.”

             “is he in L-O-V-E?”

             “I WOULD,” Eva shouted.

             “got it,” Kath said writing it down. “next.”

you continued listing off what you remember until you were done. Kath had a whole list.

             “i’m freaking. oh my god, i’m freaking,” she said rapidly typing on her phone.

             “what is it? why?” you said stopping your spins once again.

             “because that is the one direction take me home tour setlist.”

you all froze. no one said anything for minutes. you gulped.

             “so what does that mean?” you said quietly.

             “what if your soulmate is in one direction?” Kath asked excitedly.

             “nope,” you said abruptly before she could continue to theorize. “that’s not possible.”

             “okay, but can we at least consider it for a second?” Eva said.

             “your soulmate could be in one direction. none of them have found their soulmates yet,” Kath said. “or they could at least work for them.”

             “yeah,” Eva said. “think about it. it makes sense. it’s why your soulmate is so quiet. he lives in another country. plus, that explains why you feel like you’ve heard all of their songs before. it’s because you have. your soulmate might have recorded them.”

             “mmhm,” Kath nods in agreement. “it makes sense.”

             “you’re right that it’s suspicious, but there is no way to know for sure,” you said. “what am i going to do. dm them on Instagram and say ‘hey i might be your soulmate’? they probably get millions of those every day.”

when you went home that night, you pulled up ‘one direction funny moments’ on youtube and watched everything you possibly could have. you watched their video diaries from the X-Factor, and you laughed so hard. you were slowly falling in love with the band, but you weren’t going to admit that to your friends. you didn’t spend the last two years denying your love for them just so that your friends could be right. no. you were going to keep this to yourself for a while. it might have been childish, but you didn’t care. you were stubborn like that.

your heart stopped when you had stumbled onto Harry’s X-Factor audition. it was ‘isn’t she lovely’. the amateur version of ‘isn’t she lovely’ that you had heard through your soulmate numerous times a couple years ago.

             “that doesn’t mean anything,” you said to yourself. “anyone could have watched that and could have listened. it was broadcasted all over tv.”

however, just as much as you tried to deny it, something stuck with you that he might be your soulmate.

--

             “do you ever wonder about your soulmate?” Harry asked the boys as he laid on the couch of their tour bus.

             “all the time,” Niall said from the other couch.

             “like, what do you think they are doing?” Harry asked. “i think about that all the time.”

             “i think about if they know who we are,” Niall said. “like, they hear all of our songs before they are released. do you think they know that?”

             “i don’t know, but i hope so.”

--

in November of 2013, you freaked out when midnight memories was released. of course, you had already heard the songs, but you listened to them over and over again.

             “we should get tickets for their concert,” Kath said one day at school.

             “ooo,” Eva said. “i’m willing to pay for my ticket. i’ll go.”

             “me too,” you said. “do you want me to find tickets?”

it was no secret to your friends that you were excellent at finding good concert tickets, cheap and close was how you like them.

             “absolutely,” they both said.

--

in 2014, you had tickets to your hometown’s concert on for their stadium tour. you were so excited. you jammed out to their music the whole week before the show.

on the other hand, Harry was buggin’ out the week before the concert in your hometown. your music was so much louder, and it made him so nervous. he had never been this close to you.

the day of your show, you were blasting their music all day. you got ready to it. you, Kath, and Eva listened to them on the way to the concert. it was one non-stop. unknown to everyone else, you were nervous. you could hear his music so much louder now. he was so close yet so far.

when the opening act began, something weird happened. the opening act’s music echoed in yours and Harry’s head. it was so loud. you had a migraine from it, and he did too. you had to sit down.

             “what’s wrong?” Kath asked as she looked down at you.

             “it hurts. it’s so loud,” you murmured with a hand holding your head.

meanwhile, Harry went to lay down in his dressing room. his head was pounding. you were here, but he had no way of finding you. the sound just rang loudly in his head. you were so close yet so far.

             “c’mon, mate,” Niall said waking him up from his quick nap. “we got to be on stage in 5 minutes.”

throughout the show, he tried to make eye contact with everyone in the crowd. he was looking for you. he just didn’t know who you were yet.

you felt dizzy the whole time. the echoing in your head was killing you. part of you just want to lay down, but the other half fed off the energy in the room. you loved it.

regardless of the ringing in his head, Harry felt so free. he had never felt so alive. there was such an insane energy in the stadium.

after the show, it felt like he was coming down from a high unlike he had ever felt before.

             “she was here tonight,” he said to Niall after the show.

             “who was ‘ere?”

             “m’ soulmate.”

after the show, you sat in Kath’s car with tears in your eyes.

             “he was there tonight,” you say breaking the two out of their fangirling over something Niall did on stage.

             “wait, who?” Eva asked.

             “my soulmate,” you said quietly to them before the tears fell from your eyes.

--

you had come to terms with the fact that your soulmate was in one direction. you had spent the year listening to them record songs. you kept this to yourself of course. you, Kath, and Eva were off at separate colleges. you kept in contact and talked every once in a while, but you had all gone off on your separate ways. as a group, you decided to attend their On The Road Again tour. you all had driven back home for the concert. you knew your soulmate was close because the music had gotten much louder. you fell asleep listening to their shows every night. it was nice. it was like you had a piece of him to yourself.

Harry had the feeling again. he knew you were close.

             “you think she’s comin’ to the show tonight?” Niall asked breaking him out of his thoughts.

he had remember the last time they were in this city.

             “i think so,” Harry said staring out the window to look at the city. “i hope so at least.”

             “do you hear her?”

it was such an intimate question to ask someone. could they hear their soulmate? were they close?

             “yeah,” Harry sighed. “i hear her. it’s loud.”

             “hmmmm. what’s she listenin’ to?”

             “us. she’s listening to us.”

Niall laughed as Harry smiled out the window. he felt at peace knowing you were close.

--

the concert was similar to the last one you went to. your ears rung the entire time, and so did Harry’s. you felt this intense feeling of home that you hadn’t felt since the last concert. you were both so free.

Harry had felt so free and loved after his last concert in this city that he knew that he would say something the next time he was here. he vowed to himself that he would.

             “how is everyone tonight?” he asked the crowd.

he was met with the screams of many people. he smiled as he walked around the stage getting a good look at everyone. he read a couple of their signs.

             “are we good? it is quite hot,” he said fanning himself, and he was met with more screams.

             “i think i should just let you all know. my soulmate is here tonight-”

he was cut off by screams. you felt like you could faint.

             “i don’t know who you are. you probably know who i am, but i just want to say hi. so uh, hi, soulmate,” he said giving a little wave. “wherever you are?” he chuckled.

the crowd let out deafening screams.

             “oh my god, oh my god,” Kath said grabbing you and jumping up and down.

             “dude,” Eva screamed in your ear repeatedly as she shook your shoulders.

you stood in shock. the girls had concluded that your soulmate was in one direction. they didn’t care about getting your hopes up. they believed it to be whole-heartedly true. you let them have their fun with it. your ears still rung, and you could have sworn that Harry looked in your direction that night.  

--

once the band had gone on hiatus and you had finished the last semester of your senior year in college, the music had grown quieter now, but it was more personal. you had just started your job. you were a neuroscientist at your university, and you were working in the research division. it was prestigious, but you worked hard enough to be accepted in the program.

Harry was off in L.A. he was taking time off, hanging out with friends and writing ideas for songs whenever he got the chance.

you learned so much more about each other through the music you listened to. you had both grown into the people you were. you had developed your own unique music tastes. he listened to a lot of bowie and fleetwood mac while you listened to a lot of newer artists. you both liked learning from each other’s music.

after the dust had settled after one direction went on their break, you started to hear more music of just Harry. you didn’t know for sure, but part of you knew it was him. you could hear him work on new stuff. many nights you would fall asleep to him listening to a piano melody; other times, you would become distracted by the crash of drums and whirl of guitars. you loved it nonetheless. you liked knowing he was still there.

it was a Tuesday when Harry listened to ‘sign of the times’ for the first time. he was in the studio after they had finished it. you both listened to it for the first time. unknown to him, your eyes had welled up with tears. it was beautiful, and you were so proud.

weeks later, you texted the girls.

             you: new harry music on the way. don’t ask. i just have a feeling.

they of course blew up your phone with texts, but you didn’t respond. they didn’t need to know every detail. it was personal to you.

but, true to your word, Harry released the song the next day.

--

it was may when you listened to his self-titled album. Harry was anxious to know if you heard it. he wondered if you could hear him working on it over the last couple months.

you sat in your car and listened to the entirety of the album. you cried so hard when you heard ‘sweet creature’ and ‘ever since new york’. you remember reading about his step-dad dying, and you could almost feel the sadness between the bond you shared that day. the song was hard for you to listen to. it broke your heart to know he felt so much pain.

Harry sat in his backyard as he heard you listening to the album. he wanted to experience it with you. he wonder how you felt, what you thought. were you crying? did you hate it?

once the last line of ‘from the dining table’ had finished, there was a silence across the two of you.

you wiped your tears and put a hand over your heart. you were so proud.

he let the tears run down his face. he wanted to know you so badly. nonetheless, he was proud that you listened to him. he liked being seen by you whether you knew him or not.

at that moment, you knew you had to send him a message. something that he would understand. you searched through your phone before you found the song you were looking for.

‘i love you’ by alex and sierra. a song he had written.

you played it.

Harry was stunned when you broke the silence with another song. he listened to it for a minute.

‘i love you’. that was your message. he understood. he smiled as he listened. he knew that you knew who he was.  you were so close to him yet so far.

once the song finished, he pulled the voice memo he had of him singing it up on his phone and hit play.

you cried in the car as you listened to his personal message to you. he was so close yet so far.

--

2018      

“i got us tickets.”

             “to what?”

             “Harry Styles: Live on Tour.”

you were frozen in your seat. you were at lunch with Kath while Eva was going to meet the both of you later. she had to work. Eva was a nurse at the local hospital while Kath had moved to New York to work with a music production company. she was home visiting for a few days. you still worked at your university with a neuroscience research grant. you were currently conducting a study on the neuroscience of criminology.

you hadn’t expected Kath to get you all tickets to see Harry. you knew about the concert, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to go. was it worth the headache of the ringing sound you had always gotten at his concerts?

             “Kath, you didn’t have to do that,” you tried to reason.

             “it’s okay. i wanted to. plus, i got them super cheap as a favor from a friend,” she said before taking a sip of her drink.

             “Kath-”

             “shhhhhhush, honey,” she said interrupting you. “it’s okay. just say thank you. i just can’t wait until we tell Eva.”

you both moved on to talk about Eva and her soulmate. they went to nursing school together and met in their biology class. it was really cute. Kath mentioned meeting her soulmate too. you were shocked but also very happy for her. she told you how they met at a work event she attended in the fall. it was crazy how much you all had grown up. it seems like yesterday that you were all crammed up in her bedroom listening to one direction. now, two thirds of you had found your soulmates, and you all had your own careers.

however, you couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that you were the last one of the group left without a soulmate. unknown to them, it hurt, and you had never felt more alone. it was odd.

--

             “are you ready?”

             “it’s already so loud.”

             “you’ll get used to it.”

you had just entered the stadium. Kath refused to let you and Eva see the tickets. she wanted to surprise you both with your seats. you gave up on trying to see the tickets as soon as your head started ringing. you stood in the merch line as the other two decided on what they wanted. you bought a simple yellow ‘treat people with kindness’ shirt. you slipped it over your black tank top. you followed the other two all the way to your seats. you were shocked to find out that you did not have seats. you were heading straight for the pit.

--

Harry’s head rung. the sound echoed in his head like it was a hollow cave. she’s here, he thought. you were close. you were here tonight. he laid down on the couch in his dressing room as he listened to his opening act. he was nervous. he would be performing in front of you by himself for the first time.

             “what’s got you all tweaked out?”

he was drawn out of his thoughts by Mitch. Harry lifted his head from the couch.

             “’m soulmate is here so it’s a bit loud,” he admitted.

Mitch and Sarah, who was also standing in his room, were surprised. Harry didn’t talk about his soulmate very much. part of them wondered if he even had one.

             “your soulmate,” Sarah asked leaning on the back of the couch.

             “yeah, she lives here. i found that out when i toured here twice with the band. i don’t know who she is, though. i only know when she’s close. everything gets louder, you know?”

Mitch and Sarah knew. they met in a recording studio. it was plenty loud for the both of them.

             “yeah, we get it.”

--

the pit. your whole body froze when you had found yourself pressed against the gate along the aisle that lead to the b-stage. you were in the front middle against the gate that lead to the b-stage. you were going to be so close to him. you forgot to breathe.

             “are you surprised?” Kath shook your shoulders.

             “she’s speechless, oh my god,” Eva laughed.

you just nodded your head. your eyes were fixed on the screen that would be lifted soon.

--

Harry was out of breath. he had just finished singing ‘only angel’, which was his opening song. something felt weird. it was like the ringing was gone. there was no echo in his head. it was almost as if him and his soulmate were so close that the music synced.

you shook your head. there was no echo or ringing. it was peaceful, and you smiled knowing you would be able to enjoy the concert. well, you would have enjoyed the concert regardless. you were front row at a Harry Styles’ concert. it couldn’t get any better than that.

--

throughout the show, Harry watched the girl in front to the left of the barricades. she didn’t have a phone out recording. she was just soaking it all in. he admired that. something washed over him when he made eye contact with you during his cover of ‘just a little bit of your heart’. he felt at home. he felt safe, and it was strange. he shook himself out of it. you don’t even know her, he thought before going back looking out to the rest of the crowd.

your heart stopped when you made eye contact with him. you felt at peace. you felt at home, and it wasn’t right. how can one person make you feel so loved with one look? it was absurd.

--

Harry choked on his words as he watched you dance in the crowd. you were jumping all about as he sang ‘medicine’. he had to laugh at your wild dance moves. you were so carefree, and he loved it. it made him ten times more expressive when he was singing. his vibes matched hers.

--

he looked out into the crowd right before he began ‘meet me in the hallway’. he looked at almost every face in the audience as he took a breath.

             “before i begin our next song, i would just like to say that there is a very special energy in this room tonight,” he started before he was quickly interrupted by screaming fans.

he looked down at you shaking his head with a smile. you smiled back at him.

             “they are quite loud, aren’t they?” he asked you jokingly as he pulled away from the mic.

you laughed at him and nodded before he turned his attention back to the crowd.

             “you know, the last time i was in (city closest to your hometown) was when i was on tour with a band, you might know of it,” he said as he fiddled with the mic cord pulling it close to him.

the crowd lit up with screams after he alluded to one direction.

             “so you know of it?” he laughed. “well, i made it known to everyone that my soulmate was at that concert.”

screams and cheers interrupted once again. you were frozen as you stared at him with a blank expression.

             “well, i would like to make it known again that my soulmate is here tonight.”

more screams. his eyes scanned the crowd before they looked down to you. he tilted his head at your expression. you were incredibly pale, and he was slightly concerned. he tore his eyes from you before addressing the crowd again.

             “anyway, i don’t know where you are, but uh…hi.”

he gave the audience a little wave, which lead to the fans erupting into more screams.

             “this is ‘meet me in the hallway’.”

before he began the song, he reached down to grab a bottle of water. he was still concerned about how pale you had grown. he worried that you were overheated in the cramped pit area. he handed the bottle to the security guard and pointed to you.

the guard handed you the bottle. you slowly took it. you felt numb. the guard took the bottle cap from you in case you planned on throwing it. you took a sip before holding the bottle up to him as a ‘cheers’. he smiled and nodded to you as he noticed the color return to your cheeks before he turned back to the audience and began to sing.

Kath and Eva hung on you in excitement. they couldn’t believe what just happened.

after he finished ‘meet me in the hallway’, he began to head to the b-stage. your body was thrown against the gate as everyone in the pit tried to get close to him.

he stopped in front of you as soon as he left the stairs. he leaned in close to you.

             “are you okay?” he asked as his hand gently brushed your arm.

sparks erupted at his touch. both of your eyes snapped to where he touched your arm before snapping up to look each other in the eyes. Kath and Eva literally shook next to you. Kath jumped up and down shaking your shoulder in excitement.

             “yeah,” you nod to him quietly before the security pulled him away from you.

Harry shook his head as he walked down the rest of the aisle. he was in a daze since he met your eyes, and unknown to him, you were too.

--

             “did you happen to speak with that girl i asked about?” Harry anxiously asked the security guard that stood near you after the show.

             “i’m sorry, sir. she was gone before i could find her after the show,” the guard said. “i am really sorry.”

Harry slunk back in his seat. he was disappointed. something told him that you were special, and now, he would never know who you were. he couldn’t get your eyes and those sparks out of his head. he missed you, and now you were gone.

             “it’s alright,” he lied to everyone in the room.

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after the show, you sunk into a hole. you had been so close to him. you had felt sparks with him. the ringing in your head was gone. and, you felt so safe and loved. all of that was gone now. it was all over. you would never see him again, and he would never know that you were the one he was looking for.

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part ii

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this was a bit of a slow burn. oops.

hope you enjoyed! - mosh

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harry styles imagine mini-series

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obsessed with your writing !!! anymore request coming soon ?

hi! im so glad you are enjoying my works!

i am currently working on a mini series so hopefully you will get to see that soon!

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sing for me

harry styles imagine:

sing for me – he hears you sing for the first time (fluff)

(i’m obsessed with THUNK a cappella)

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he had come early. of course, you were happy to see him, but you had plans tonight.

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             “’m home, pet,” a voice called from the hallway.

the voice belonged to a very handsome popstar who just so happened to be your boyfriend.

shocked at his arrival, you jump up from your bed, where you had your papers spread out on, and you ran to him.

             “haz,” you called excitedly before launching yourself into his arms.

he caught you in a tight hug before pulling you into a kiss.

             “hi, gorgeous,” he murmured against your lips. “how are you?”

             “better that you’re home,” you said pulling away from him so that he could put down his bags. “but i am curious.” he raised an eyebrow at you. “why are you home early?”

he chuckled and shook his head.

             “what?” he asked with a smile. “are you trying to get rid of me?”

you grabbed his arms pulling him back to you.

             “never. just curious.”

you traced mindless patterns on his chest.

             “hmmm,” he hummed wrapping you back up into his arms. “curious?”

you look up into his eyes.

             “yeah,” you said moving a hand up to trace the stumble along his jaw. “just curious.”

             “why? you got secret plans?” he joked.

             “i do. in fact, i’m supposed to meet up with friends tonight for these secret plans,” you say pulling back from his arms again.

             “really?” he laughed. “care to bring a ride along?”

you fully pulled out of his arms. you couldn’t let Harry come tonight. this is a part of your life that you weren’t ready to share yet.

             “no.”

you let go of him, and you make your way into the kitchen. Harry stood stunned in the living room.

             “what?” he finally spoke slightly shocked.

             “no,” you said grabbing a glass of water from the tap.

             “why?”

             “because.”

             “because? what are we? five?”

Harry was slightly hurt. he missed you, and you didn’t want to spend time with him now that he was back.

             “i have plans.”

             “and i can’t come to this said ‘plans’,” he said defensively leaning against the counter.

you took a deep breathe.

             “Harry, this is important to my friends,” you say. you didn’t know how to explain your plans to him without revealing what you were actually doing.

             “okay, and you don’t want me to go?”

             “i do, but-” you sighed. “i don’t know. it’s hard to explain.”

you pinched the bridge of your nose.

             “what it is? you can tell me,” he said now slightly concerned.

             “can i think about it?” you asked looking up at him. “please?”

             “of course,” he said hanging his head.

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             “i don’t know. it doesn’t sound like a big deal to me.”

             “but, (y/f/n), it is. it’s embarrassing. it’s literally what he does professionally. it would be weird if he came tonight.”

you were putting on your makeup as you talked to your best friend over the phone. you were getting ready for the showcase tonight. tonight was a big showcase that ended a scholarship weekend for your university. this would be the last showcase that you would perform at with your university’s acappella group since this was your senior year.

             “let him come,” she said. “it’s not gonna hurt anyone. he can stand in the back with Josh.”

             “(y/f/n), he’s never heard me sing before.”

             “WHAT.”

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Harry came into your room as you were grabbing your dress from the closet. he sat down at the edge of the bed.

             “so,” he said. “where are you going?”

you laid the dress down on the bed before slipping out of your clothes.

             “it’s a uni thing,” you said. your voice was muffled by your shirt as you pull it over your head. “you can come if you want. just keep an open mind, yeah?”

he smiled and folded his arms over his chest.

             “when am i ever not open-minded?”

             “an open mind about me, dingus,” you said pulling on your simple black dress. “it’s a showcase thing i have to do.”

             “showcase?”

             “yeah, it’s for scholarship applicants.” you walk into your in-suite bathroom. “if you’re coming, you’re gonna have to get dressed pretty quickly.”

with that, Harry pulled out a pair of dress pants, a button-up shirt, and a suit jacket. you stood in the bathroom quickly curling your hair as Harry came in fully dressed to fix his own hair.

you were both ready to go in 20 minutes. he drove you both to your university and parked in the campus parking garage.

as you make your way through the doors of the performance hall, you are greeted by other members of your group. you greeted everyone with hugs as you introduced some of your close friend to Harry.

             “are you ready to go backstage?” your best friend asks pulling your out of your conversation with Harry and some others.

             “yeah,” you responded. “hold on.”

you place a hand on Harry’s arm to get his attention. he turns away from his conversation with Josh, your best friend’s boyfriend.

             “hey, i have to go backstage. you can sit with Josh and watch, okay?”

             “yeah, that’s fine,” he said. “do you need me to take your coat?”

your heart warmed at the kindness in his offer. you shyly smiled.

             “yeah,” you respond. “that would be great.”

he placed his hands on the back of your coat to help you take it off. once you had your coat off, you turned to him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

             “please keep an open mind,” you whisper to him as you gently wipe the lipstick from his cheek.

he gently held your other hand to his chest.

             “always,” he said looking into your eyes with a small smile.

             “we better go,” your best friend says pulling you and Harry out of your little moment.

you pull away from Harry and turn to her.

             “yeah,” you respond before turning back to Harry. “i’ll come find you after the showcase.”

he nodded to you as your best friend dragged you to what he could assume was the entrance to the backstage.

             “we should go get some seats,” Josh said breaking Harry out of his thoughts.

             “of course,” he said before clearing his throat. “lead the way.”

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Harry was sitting in the back of the theatre. the whole auditorium was filled with high school seniors and their parents with an occasional college student thrown in with the mix. the back of the theatre held mostly college students who he assumed must have been volunteering at the scholarship weekend.

he was curious to see what this showcase was. he didn’t know of anything you did at the university besides your occasional study group meetings.

the theatre went dark as a presenter began his welcome speech leading into an introduction of the first act. a group of people wearing black, similar to you, entered the stage. they introduced themselves an acappella group before they started their first song.

Harry was intrigued. they had some talent, and he was impressed by their song choices. he watched each performance until the group switched, and a new group in all black came out. he smiled when he saw you standing next to your best friend.

he watched you stand in the back of the group for each performance singing with the rest of the choir as a soloist would come up to the microphone for each song.

his jaw dropped when you stepped forward to the microphone in the middle. you stood front and center in front of this crowd of over a hundred people, and you smiled.

             “hi everyone,” you said sweetly into the mic before nodding to the rest of your group.

he smiled as he stared at you. you looked so beautiful under that light. you were so elegant, yet simple, and he was so in love with it.

the sound of the choir singing the opening notes pulled him out of his thoughts.

you began to sing the first line. (LINK FOR THE SONG)

             “it’s not simple to say-”

             “oh my god.” “no.” Harry heard from a few college students a few rows in front of him. they were shocked by her song. a few laughed at their reactions as you continued to sing.

you sang with such confidence. your voice was so gentle, and it held so much vulnerability and emotion. he was in awe of you. how had he never heard you sing before?

his eyes welled with tears as he could feel the emotion in your voice. it was an extremely emotional song and to hear her sing it broke his heart.

             “if i’m honest, i know, i would give it all back for a chance to start over.”

your voice faded as you sang ‘over’. you sounded so defeated, and it broke his heart. the tears began to pour from his eyes. he wiped them away gently as he continued to listen to your voice.

he watched as you sang through the climax of the song with so much power. he smiled proudly at you.

the group resolved and settled at the slower tempo from the beginning of the song before you began to sing the last line of the song. you held the mic so gently. you voice was so light that it sounded like it would break at the slightest movement. the moment was so delicate.

             “she is gone, but she used to be mine…”

the room was silent for a moment after you finished the last note. Harry could hear the audience sniffle and sigh before it erupted in applause and cheers from the other students. you moved back to the group as they engulfed you in a hug.

the group then moved on to finish the rest of their performance.

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             “hi,” you said meekly as you approached Harry after the showcase.

he pulled you into his arms and placed a kiss on your forehead.

             “that was so beautiful, pet,” he murmured into your hair. “’m so proud of you.”

you pull away to look into his eyes.

             “really?” you ask. you were skeptical.

             “i am, truly. there was not a dry eye in the room,” he said moving a loose strand of hair out of your face.

suddenly, arms wrap around your shoulders from behind.

             “she has that effect on people,” your best friend laughs in your ear.

you talked to a few more people before you and Harry left to head home.

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you were towel drying your hair as you walked toward your bed. Harry laid on his back as he read on his phone. you crawled into the bed curling up against his side.

             “how come you didn’t tell m’ tha’ you could sing?”

             “i don’t know,” you sighed. “i felt weird telling you. it’s your job, and you’re this phenomenal artist. this is just something i did on the side with some friends. it felt silly to bring it up, and you know, my fear of criticism from people i love.”

             “hmmm,” he hummed. “that is a tricky thing, but you have no critiques from me. you’re amazing, love.”

             “thanks,” you say shyly as you trace patterns on his chest. “you’re amazing too.”

             “will you sing for me?”

you gave him an incredulous look.

             “ha ha, no,” you said before jumping out bed and running to the bathroom back to the bathroom with your wet towel before he could grab you.

he smiled at your goofy self. you could sing in front of hundreds but were too shy to sing in front of him.

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hope you enjoyed! - mosh

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harry makes reader feel insecure by talking about camille but at the end it’s fluff

hi! thanks for the request!

it’s called cherry.

I also made it a band!y/n imagine since I have been getting a lot of requests for those.

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cherry

harry styles imagine

cherry – harry talks about camille, and it makes band!y/n insecure (requested)

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it was well known to everyone who was working on the album that Harry was dealing with a breakup. it was apparent in his writing. you had joined the writing process fairly late in the game although you made your fair share of contributions with the album. you considered Fine Line your baby. you had spent countless nights sitting at a piano writing with Harry. it’s how you two fell in love, yet deep down you knew he was still coping with his breakup with Camille.

you weren’t jealous. you knew it wasn’t jealousy. you just couldn’t shake this feeling. you didn’t know what it was, but it made your heart hurt for some reason.

you currently sat on one of the sofas outside of the recording studio as you watched Harry sing some of the vocals for Cherry. you could see the sadness in his eyes as you listened to the lyrics.

he felt loss. he was hurting because of this. he missed her.

but, he was with you now. your relationship was new. it had just begun, and it was nothing compared to the relationship he had with her. it wasn’t a rebound. he made sure that you knew that. he claimed to have dealt with the breakup, and this song was a way of coping. you believed him. he wrote Adore You about you. he wouldn’t have done that if he still had feelings for her. yet, you were hurt by it.

in the mirror, you are nothing compared to Camille. she’s a model for crying out loud. you’re some girl that plays the piano professionally. you aren’t commended for your beauty. you’re a nobody.

now, you aren’t shallow. you would never obsess over your appearance and constantly compare yourself to others, but this thing with Camille had caused you to second guess everything.

would your relationship with Harry last as long as theirs? would he ever love you as much as he loved her? would he pick you over her? or, would he drop you for her whenever he was given the chance?

you know that Harry loves you, but you couldn’t help by feel insecure.

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             “i think i want to add a voicemail to the end of the song.”

your head perked up from your notebook that you were currently brainstorming in. you raised an eyebrow at him.

             “interesting. what do you have in mind?” one of the sound engineers asked.  

             “i think it could add some depth to the song. like an artistic effect,” Harry said.

he played some voicemails of a woman speaking french. it was clearly Camille. they listened to a few before deciding on one.

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when you listened to the finalized album, you were so impressed. it sounded amazing, and you got to watch the majority of it being put together.

you had to admit. Cherry was beautiful, and the voicemail was a great addition. when you had found out that Camille had given him permission to use it, you were honestly shocked.

now, with the song out to the public, it was a hot topic of conversation. people loved to gossip about other’s heartbreak.

it had been an interview that made you the most insecure. you had finally gotten over your insecurity over the song, but it had been reignited by a single interview.

you sat backstage waiting to perform while Harry was being interviewed. you watched your boyfriend on the monitor as you waited.

             “tell us about your breakup,” the interviewer started. “is that an okay topic for us to discuss?”

you could almost roll your eyes. you knew people loved to pry into his personal life, and it frustrated you sometimes.

             “it’s okay for us to discuss,” Harry laughed lightheartedly. “it wasn’t horrible. it just didn’t work out.”

             “so no screaming and fighting? you don’t despise each other now?”

             “no,” Harry said. “Camille is a great person. she’s amazing. sometimes things don’t work out like we hope they do. you just got to push past it and move on, you know?”

             “yeah, yeah. i get it,” the interviewer responds back. “what do you mean by ‘things don’t work out like we hope they do’? did you see a future with her?”

you listened closely. did he? did he want to a future with her?, you thought.

             “i think i might have imagined a future with her at the time.”

             “so you don’t anymore?”

he looked down for a moment before raising his head back up to the interviewer.

             “i don’t. like i said, i’ve moved on.”

he thought about a future with her. he wanted a future with her, but it didn’t work out. your stomach tightened. you gulped at the thought. did he see a future with you? did he want a future with you?

you continued to think to yourself before your thoughts were interrupted by Sarah placing a hand on your shoulder.

             “it’s time for us to go on,” she said pushing you to the stage.

Harry bid you a smile as you took at seat at your keyboard. you were playing Adore You. throughout the song, he would sneak glances at you like he normally did, yet this time you didn’t meet his gaze like you normally did.

he found it weird and made a mental note to check on you when you both got back to your hotel room.

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             “i think ‘m gonna grab a shower,” you said going through your bag to grab a change of clothes.

             “okay,” Harry said taking off his dress shoes. “are you okay?”

you look from your bag.

             “’m fine-”

             “okay, but you say you’re fine, and i know you’re not,” he interrupted.

you sighed picking up your change of clothes. you made your way to the bathroom.

             “Harry, i don’t want to get into this now,” you murmur. “i’m exhausted, and i want to shower.”

he followed you to the bathroom. just as you were about to shut the door, he stopped it with his hand.

             “please talk to me, love.”

he opened the door to reveal you with red-rimmed eyes. tears were welling up in your eyes. you looked up stubbornly willing them away. you weren’t going to cry over this. you swallowed.

             “it’s not a big deal, haz.”

he reached out to pull you into his arms.

             “it’s obviously a big deal,” he said softly. “you’re upset about something.”

you took a deep breath.

             “it really is pointless. it’s stupid,” you said reaching up to rub your eyes.

             “tell me,” he said brushing your hair away from your face. “you can tell me, love.”

             “i’m a little insecure. i guess.”

             “about what?”

             “you and Camille. you had this great relationship. she’s literally perfect, and you told the whole world you wanted a future with her tonight, and i’m practically a nobody-”

             “hey,” he calmed you down. “you’re not a nobody.” he held your face gently as he looked into your eyes. “i love you. i may have wanted a future with her a year ago, but i don’t want that anymore. my relationship with her wasn’t great. i was gone all the time, and we never saw each other. and, she was not perfect. no one is perfect.”

             “haz, i know that.” you tried to pull out of his arms, but he wouldn’t let you. “i don’t want to be compared to her. i’m not her. i will never be as amazing as her, and it makes me insecure.”

             “are you kidding?” he said letting you go. “i know that you aren’t her. that’s why i love you. i don’t want her. i want you. i love you. i will never compare you to her, or anyone else for that matter.”

tears welled in your eyes again. you were too tired for this.

             “haz, i know.” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “i know its irrational, but i keep getting these thoughts. i’m comparing myself to her, and-” you choke on your tears.

he pulled you back into his arms.

             “hey, it’s okay.”

he kissed the top of your head. you curl into his chest.

             “i love you,” you whisper. “i don’t want to lose you.”

             “you’re not going to lose me,” he murmured into your hair.

you both stayed like that for a moment.

             “will you shower with me?” you say quietly.

he pulls away from you slightly to look you in the eyes. you turn you head to look at him with a small smile. he gave you a goofy smirk.

             “you want me to shower with you?”

             “yeah,” you laugh.

             “m’kay.”

you both undressed before hopping into the fancy hotel shower. you giggled as he jokingly pushed you out of the spray of hot water before you pushed him back. you fought each other for the spot under the water until he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you under the water with him. he placed a hand on your cheek before pulling you into a kiss.

             “i love you.”

             “i love you too.”

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hope you enjoyed! - mosh

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your on the road during tour with harry and your stressed and overwhelmed and basically you quit sleeping and eating and he’s super worried abt you and calls a doctor to come see you while he’s preferring to make sure your ok

hi! i’m sorry this took so long, but here it is!

it’s called stress. hope you enjoy! xx

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stress

harry styles imagine

stress - you’re overwhelmed and forget to take care of yourself on the OTRA tour, and harry worries. (requested)

warning: lack of eating, stress, anxiety?

you are so stressed, but he doesn’t know that.

when Harry asked you to join him on the On The Road Again tour, you were ecstatic, but you had never imagined that it would be this hard.

you had a lot going on. at the end of the summer, you would have to return to school. while on tour, you were trying to complete some elective classes online in order for you to get some credits out of the way. it had been difficult for you to find time alone to study. with that going on, you also were dealing with family drama. you couldn’t help your family deal with your grandparents’ deteriorating health, and as much as you wanted to help and listen to them talk about it, it was hard with the time differences and the fact that they were in another country.

Harry, of course, didn’t know about any of this. you tried to keep everything that was going on to yourself. he left you alone at times because he knew were taking your classes, but you mostly spent that time on the phone talking with a family member.

you really didn’t want to share this with your boyfriend of two years because you were an independent person. you tended to keep your problems to yourself until you couldn’t handle them anymore. this was obviously not a great coping mechanism, but you couldn’t change it.

Harry had never seen you like this. although, it hadn’t ever been this bad when you were around him. the last time you had gotten like this, he was away on tour, and you had kept it to yourself.

             “jesus, girl,” your cousin said through the phone. you had facetimed her to get an update on your grandparents, but the conversation had shifted to talking about you on tour, like it normal does. “you look like you’re wasting away.”

             “what?” you said looking up from your notebook. it had the notes you took for the paper you were working on.

             “you look almost dead,” she said. “are you getting any sleep?”

had you been getting any sleep? you hardly remember the last time you actually slept. you napped every now and then, but you stayed up at night to finish your assignments or to talk to your family.

             “’m getting sleep,” you say defending yourself.

             “okay,” you cousin started. “you’re getting regular sleep?”

you throw your hands up in the air.

             “i’m on tour. there is no ‘regular sleep’.”

your cousin sighed. she knew you got defensive when you were hiding something.

             “okay.” she sighed again. “you’re eating, too?”

             “yes, I’m eating,” you snap.

to be honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you had an actual meal. you didn’t feel hungry when you got stressed. the thought of eating made you feel sick. you were too overwhelmed.

             “okay, okay,” your cousin said raising her hands in defense. “i believe you.”

you rolled your eyes at her.

             “’m fine,” you said calmly to reassure her that you were okay.

             “i believe you,” she said. she moved to change the topic. “how is ‘mr. popstar’?”

you continued your conversation with her, filling her in on Harry, the band, and traveling, until she had to go back to babysitting her niece.

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Harry was concerned. he noticed that you weren’t eating. he noticed that you were tired. whenever he asked about it, you snapped at him. you never would snap at him. he thought it was because of spending too much time together so he gave you some space.

it wasn’t until he noticed you having a hard time standing up after sitting for so long that he became really concerned. you stopped watching his shows. instead of standing in the front row cheering him on, you sat backstage and ‘worked on your assignments’. you started getting ‘headaches’. everyday, you claimed to have a headache.

he worried for you. he could see the bags under your eyes. he could see light draining from your eyes. you were always cold.

he didn’t know what to do. he would ask, but you would say you were ‘fine’. he would ask you to get dinner, but you claimed to have already eaten and were busy. he would ask you to come to bed with him, but you said you had work to do.

he was at a loss. you needed help. you were not yourself, and he felt awful.

he did something he promised himself he would never do.

he planned to wake up an hour before he usually did, which was an hour after you went to bed. he reached over you and grabbed your phone. he rolled himself out of the bunk before taking a seat at the kitchen table on the bus. he unlocked your phone. he knew your password was your birthday. he opened your messages and got your cousin’s phone number from her contact on your phone.

he sent her a text.

            harry: hey, it’s Harry Styles. i have some questions to ask you when you have time.

he waited at the table for her response. she responded in a few minutes.

             (y/c/n): hi!

             (y/c/n): what’s up?

             harry: i’m a little worried about (y/n)

he saw her typing.

             (y/c/n): what has you worried?

he definitely didn’t want to talk about this over text.

             harry: is it okay if i call you?

he waited for her response. he rubbed a hand over his face and let out a sigh.

             (y/c/n): yes

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             “am i crazy to be worried?”

             “no. there is something going on. she gets like this periodically.”

Harry had been talking to your cousin for about 20 minutes. he went over everything that had been going on. you barely sleeping, barely eating, and always working.

             “what is it?” he asked.

             “stress,” your cousin responded before going into the stuff going on with your family.

Harry rubbed a hand over his face.

             “i had no idea,” he sighed. “why didn’t she tell me?”

             “she tries to keep these things to herself.” he heard your cousin pause before continuing. “it was really bad in high school. she forgot to eat and sleep all the time. she was so focused on her work. it wasn’t until she passed out during school that anyone really noticed. she’s good at hiding this stuff, and she doesn’t tell anyone anything until it gets really bad.”

             “i feel so awful,” he started. how could he not see it before.

             “don’t beat yourself up about it,” you cousin interrupted him. “the only reason i could see it happen was because i have seen her do this before. she pushes everyone who tries to help away. she thinks she can do it all on her own, and she doesn’t recognize that she’s taking on too much.”

             “how did you get her out of it before?”

             “get her away from her work. get her mind off it. take her out or something. she needs to eat something. she can’t think straight when she hasn’t eaten. then, try to get her to sleep. if she’s really exhausted, an old movie will make her sleep.”

             “okay,” he sighed.

             “Harry, it’s going to be okay,” she said. “she’s going to be okay. this happens. she’ll break at some point, and then she’ll puts herself back together again. it’s just different because she’s traveling this time, but she’ll be okay. she always is.”

             “okay,” he murmured. he rubbed his eyes.

             “keep me posted?” your cousin asked.

             “of course,” he said raising his head. “i’ll let you know how it goes.”

             “great, thank you.”

Harry had bid her a goodbye before they hung up. your cousin had to go to sleep. she was a couple hours behind you both.

Harry shuffled back to your bunk. he plugged both of your phones back into their chargers before climbing into the bunk to lay next to you. he watched you sleep peacefully before snuggling in close with you. he fell back asleep with you in his arms. he hoped to himself that you would be okay.

--

             “come with me.”

             “i can’t.”

             “you’ve been working all day, and it’s saturday,” Harry argued. “come explore the city with me, please.”

you sighed. you wanted to be left alone. you didn’t want to be around people.

             “Harry, i want to stay in,” you whine throwing your head back.

             “you’ve been staying in for the past two weeks. just take a day off from working and come spend time with me. i miss you,” he said slightly upset that she was denying him again.

             “Harry-”

             “stop with the excuses,” he shouted throwing his arms in the air. “i miss you. you’re always busy with school, and i know it’s important, but i miss you. can we just spend one day out exploring this city together?”

you sighed. you felt bad. you knew he was right. you hadn’t spent any time with him.

             “fine,” you sighed. “i’m sorry. we can do whatever you want tonight.”

--

you walked hand in hand around the city. it was beautiful. you had walked through the streets for a few hours. you visited local shops and took a walk through a park. you were having a great time, but you were growing tired.

             “do you want to grab lunch?” Harry asked pointing to a little café.

             “sure,” you breathed out.

Harry could tell you were growing paler. he needed to get you to eat soon.

you both sat at a table in the back of the café, and he went to the counter to order for the both of you. he grabbed you a cup of tea and a sandwich. it was always your go-to.

he got you to eat some of your sandwich. you seemed to be less pale. you felt less tired. you both sat at the café and talked until you had finished your lunch.

Harry was glad that you ate something.

             “do you want to go back to the hotel and watch a movie?” he asked brushing a hand through his long hair.

             “sure, curly,” you said grabbing his other hand that was on the table. “thanks for buying me lunch. i’ll buy next time.”

he laughed. you seemed more like yourself.

on the walk back to your hotel, you had become sluggish. unknown to him, you held his arm to keep you upright. he though you were being affectionate. you squeezed your eyes shut as you waited at the crosswalk. you bit the side of your cheek to try to get the dizziness to pass.

on the elevator ride up to your hotel room, Harry could feel your nails digging into his arm. he looked over to you.

             “you okay?” he asked as his eyes inspected you. you had your eyes squeezed shut.

the elevator dinged at your floor. you took a step out of the elevator before your vision became blurry.

             “’m fine,” you whispered before it all went black.

your body began to drop before Harry swiftly reached out to catch you calling your name. he pulled you up into his arms before carrying you bridal style back to your room. he unlocked the door before calling Niall freaking out.

--

you woke up to a crowded room. you were extremely groggy. there was a bright light shining in your eyes. you heard faint beeping.

f*ck, you thought.

             “mhm,” you moan slightly trying to get your voice to work.

Harry’s head whipped to you as he finished talking with the doctor. he quickly made his way to your bedside.

             “hey,” he cooed softly. “how are you?”

             “where am i?” you said quietly.

             “i had to call an ambulance,” he whispered gently to you. “you passed out on me. you weren’t waking up.”

he brushed a hand softly through your hair. his own hair was tied up with one of your hair ties.

             “oh,” you whisper looking down at your feet. you still had your clothes from earlier on. you had an IV in your arm.

the doctor approached you and introduced herself.

             “we want to monitor you overnight. you seem exhausted and slightly malnourished, and it’s causing your body stress,” the doctor stated.

             “uh, okay,” you said processing what she said. “you have a show tonight,” you say turning to Harry.

             “it’s okay,” he said calming you down. “we can cancel.”

             “no,” you argue. “you can’t do that. i won’t let you. that’s not fair.”

             “are you kidding?” he shot back. “you’re in the hospital. you passed out. i want to be here with you.”

             “you can go to your show. that’s not fair to your fans, and i’ll be here after the show. i can’t really leave.”

you argued with him for a few more minutes before he agreed to go to the show, only after Lottie agreed to be with you while he was at his show. he thanked her profusely before finally leaving. he had already missed sound check, and he had two hours until the show began.

--

throughout the show, he was distracted. he messed up the words to at least two songs. he didn’t goof off with the crowd. he just wanted to be with you. he felt like he messed up, like it was his fault that this happened. he had talked to your cousin as soon as you had been admitted to the hospital. she had tried to comfort him, but it didn’t work. he wanted you to be honest with him. he wanted you to confide in him, but you didn’t. you didn’t let him in. you bottled up your stress, and you got hurt because of it. he felt awful that he couldn’t see you suffering.

his eyes welled up as they sang Little Things. he thought of you, and his heart clenched. he voice became thick, and Liam helped him sing through the end of the song before placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry wiped his eyes before going for his bottle of water. he took a drink instead of blowing water out of his mouth like a whale like he usually did.

he was counting down the minutes until he could see you.

--

you and Lottie were talking in your hospital room as you ate a cup of hospital pudding. your eyes were getting tired, but you wanted to see Harry before you fell asleep.

at the end of the movie you were both watching, Harry made an appearance.

             “hey, lovie,” he said as he entered your room.

             “hey,” you greeted sitting up in your bed.

he pulled you into a hug. you could tell he just showered from the slight dampness of his hair and the smell of his shampoo. he released you before sending a small wave to Lottie. you exchanged how your night was with each other before Lottie decided to head back to the hotel.

you were curled up in the bed with Harry laying next to you. you had your head resting on his chest. he was running a hand through your hair while an old movie played on the tv.

             “will you tell me what’s going on, love?” he murmured.

he felt your shift in his arms, but you never turned to face him.

             “it’s been bad, haz,” you sighed.

             “you can tell me about it,” he said.

             “it’s hard to juggle everything. i got stressed,” you started. Harry could feel you sigh. “my family is having problems back home. my grandparents are getting older, and my aunt and uncles are fighting about it. i can’t do anything about it because i’m here, but it’s not like they would listen to me anyway if i was there.” you took a breath. “and, school has been hard. the assignments are harder, and i want to get a good grade so i can boost my gpa. it’s hard to juggle it all, you know?”

             “mhmm,” he hummed gently letting you talk.

             “this happens sometimes. everyone freaks out about it. i get stressed, and i forget eating and sleeping are a thing. i guess i was in denial that it was getting bad. i think (y/c/n) tried to tell me that i was getting bad, but i was mean to her,” you whispered. tears were forming in your eyes. you took a heavy breath. “i-i was mean to you. i’m sorry,” you voice cracks as you let out a little sob.

Harry pulled you in close.

             “hey,” he whispered softly. “you don’t have to be sorry. it happens but let me help you when you’re stressed. you don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. please let me in. let me carry it with you. i love you. we’re a team, right?”

you nod to him wiping your eyes.

             “we’re a team. i love you too.”

he placed a kiss on your head before letting you fall asleep as you watched the old movie. you spent your night curled up with your boyfriend in a hospital bed with a heavy burden lifted off your chest.

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