can you write a story with swiftie!reader and harry about 1989 (tv) coming out please and thank you.
a/n - this is so small but enjoy all the same <3
word count - ~1k
1989 tv
You screamed at the top of your lungs, dropping your phone on the floor and onto your big toe.
The scream turned into excited cheers as you bounced up and down on the hard floor of the kitchen.
Next thing you knew, Harry ran into the kitchen. His chest was bare and glistening from the summers heat outside and he wore black gym shorts on the bottom. He whipped off his sunglasses from his face.
“What? What’s wrong?” Harry asked concerned.
He looked you up and down, and saw your phone on the floor.
“Nothing’s wrong, you idiot.” You couldn’t keep your excitement down at all.
“Really? I come save you and y’call me an idiot? Well, I love you too baby.”
You rolled your eyes from the sarcasm dripping from his voice. You picked your phone up off the floor and shoved it in Harry’s face.
“Look!” You waited as you watched his face.
His eyes were squinted as he processed what he was looking at. A tiny smirk appeared at the corner of his lips, only a subtle one.
You couldn’t really gauge what he was thinking and it was beyond frustrating.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
“Babe.” You paused to laugh to yourself, “It is literally your turn in the spotlight whilst Taylor re-releases her album that is obviously about you, and all you say is okay? The fuck?”
“What do you want me to say?” Harry laughed.
You put your phone on the counter side. Standing in front of Harry, you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him.
“This is a very important moment in my life. You will not ruin this for me just ‘cause she’s your ex.”
“How can I ruin it?”
“Uhh.. Maybe by not freaking out about this news.”
“Huh. Maybe there’s a reason for that, I don’t know.” Harry shrugged his shoulders and put his sunglasses back on his face, as he walked out of the room and back towards outside.
You stared at him as he started walking away, until his words and actions clicked.
You took off and ran in front of him, slapping your hands on his chest to prevent him from moving. Now his smirk was out in full force and you knew that he knew that you knew something.
“What do you know?”
“Why would I know anything?”
“Harry…”
“Oh, I’m Harry now am I?” He faked a scoff, “Must be in trouble.”
“Tell meeee!”
Your wrapped your arms around his neck loosely and tilted your head back so you could look up at him.
“Y/N, baby.” He laughed at you.
“I swear I’m breaking up with you if you don’t tell me what you know.”
“Are y’now?” He smirked that annoying smirk, because he knew you were bluffing.
“Harrryyy…”
“Y/NNNNN…”
“You’re so mean.” You pouted and he took it as an invitation to lean down and steal a kiss from you. You pulled away from his lips after a second, “No. No kisses for you.”
“Now who’s the mean one?”
“You’re so annoying.”
“It’s my best quality.”
“You are walking a fine line here.”
“Fine line, nice one.” Harry giggled like a child. You took your hands off his neck and sulked off like a child.
“I hare you. Enjoy jerking yourself off alone tonight.”
“Well I could do that… Or” That got you to stop in your step, “Or I could show my wife a song that Taylor and I wrote and sang together. One that is going to be on 1989 tv.”
Your jaw dropped and Harry just laughed, him knowing he was back in your good books. Possibly forever.
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