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cinemastyles-blog · 10 months

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Say That Again, Baby.

Summary: a Wattpad/tumblr request - “Hili! I was wondering if you can write a one shot that is basically a size kink type of chapter. Can it be where the girl just keeps telling him he's huge and something like that? so it would be both dom and sub harry”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, size kink, praising, blowjob, oral (m), unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, choking, porn-like phrases, filth from both y/n and Harry

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Harry just won two Grammy’s.

You’re at the after party with him, spending the night celebrating his victories.

“Harry.” Anthony says holding his camera up, “show off that Grammy.”

Harry chuckles and brings his leg up, pointing to the Grammy that’s embroidered onto his Gucci Gazelle.

“Love ya, Pham.” Harry was a bit drunk.

Okay. A lot drunk.

“Harry, come here. They want more pics.” Anthony motions for Harry to come over. Harry lays a hand on your leg, “S’cuse me, babe.”

You have to admit, you were kinda sorta very drunk, too.

Not as wasted as Harry, though.

But, you knew that you were drunk because you could jump his bones right here in this booth in front of everyone not even think twice about it.

“Mhm.” You hum lowly as your eyes glance down from his eyes to his hand, “Course.” You look up at him, and before you scoot out of the booth to let him out, he gives your thighs a squeeze and winks at you.

You sigh and shake your head with a smirk as you get up. He lays his hand on your back and presses his lips to your forehead.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly.

“I love you, Harry.”

——

You went to go get another drink and when you came back, you noticed Harry kneeled down against the wall with his hand on his forehead.

You press your lips together and tilt your head. Walking over, “Hey.” You whisper quietly as you get on your knees in front of him, “You okay?”

He slowly lifts his head and smiles at you.

His eyes are watery and you can tell what happened bothers him, especially with him being drunk.

You smile and lay a hand on his cheek, “You deserve everything, Harry. The awards. The fans. The albums.” You move in closer and rest your forehead against his, “Fuck what that guy yelled, you still won album of the year and you know what else?”

You lean back and watch as he closes his eyes, nuzzling his cheek into your hand before pressing his lips to it, “What else, darling?”

You tilt your head slightly, “I’m going to make sure you have the best night of your life when we get home. Take your mind off everything for a while.”

His eye brow twitches and he smirks, “Yeah?”

“Oh yes.” You smile and press both hands to his cheeks, “I know it’s very hard to let what he said go, but if you need anything. I’m here for.” You press your lips to his, “Always.”

He smiles and bites his lip as he looks at you, “I could use something, but I don’t want to embarrass everyone here with how loud you get.”

You scoff and gently push him back as you smirk, “tables have turned Mr. Styles.”

“Oh have they?” He tilts his head and stands up, bringing you with him as he does.

“They certainly have.”

——

You guys are a giggling mess as you fall out of the car.

“Thank you!” You and Harry both yell to the driver as you practically run to the door of the house that you share with him.

“Fuck.” Harry laughs, “I can’t get.. oh, had it upside down.”

You laugh and push the door open, pulling him in with you, “You’ve been hanging out with me too much. I’m rubbing off on you.”

He kicks the door closed behind him and walks over to you. He grabs your face and smashes his lips onto yours.

You moan slightly as he runs his hands thought your hair, pulling your hair just so ever slightly as he does.

“I haven’t been spending enough time with you and I have something you can rub.” He smirks and laughs slightly as his comment.

You shake your head and smile, “I love you.”

“I love you, babe. Now.” He lifts you up and starts to walk towards the steps but you stop him, “Wait, no, baby. The chair.”

You point to the chair that just so happens to be Harry’s favorite seat in the house.

“Okay.” He smirks and walks over, sitting down with you still on his lap, dress still on and all, “Now show me just how exactly the tables have turned.”

You lean in, kissing from his lips to his neck. You kiss down and back up, nipping at his ear while you whisper, “Because I have partial control tonight.”

“Partial?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, just until I can’t take it anymore and need your cock buried inside of me.” You smirk and stand up before he can grab you.

“Take your clothes off, please.” You smile and start to slowly pull your dress down over your shoulders.

His eyes are fixated on seeing the skin that’s been covered all night.

His hands move to take his jacket off. He leans forward, slipping off his white tank and tossing it on top of his jacket that’s in a pile on the floor.

He starts to undo his pants and his eyes watch as the dress falls into a pool at your feet. His eyes move up your legs and scan over every inch of your naked body.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he slides his pants and boxers down his thighs. He kicks them off and rests his arms on the arm rests.

You’re in awe of him just sitting there looking at you. His hard cock leaking.

Aching to be touched, too.

You walk over and get on your knees between his legs, “You have such a nice cock, daddy.”

You glance up at him as you gently take it in your hand and his eyebrow twitches and he bites his lip as he picks up that you’re about to praise his cock.

A groan leaves his lips as you start stroking his cock.

You lean in and trace the vein of the underside of it. He sucks in air and clenches his jaw, “Shit.” He groans through gritted teeth.

You bite your lip as you ogle his cock, “You’re so big, fuck daddy. I can’t wait until you’re stretching my pussy out again.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to the tip before you part them, slowly welcoming his cock between them.

He lets out a breathy moan and he grips the chair arms, “Oh, bloody hell.”

He bucks his hips slightly and you continue to bob your head, working on taking him in fully.

You gag around him and close your eyes, trying to control your breathing.

You take a deep breathe and slowly work him into your throat. Harry absolutely loves hearing you gag on his cock because he knows it’s the only cock you’ll ever want.

He lays a hand on the back of your head, holding it there for a couple seconds. You pull off with a gasp, gripping his thighs as you giggle slightly, “Fuck, daddy. Your cock is so big, I could barely breathe.”

You smile up at him as your bare chest heaves up and down quickly. He shakes his head and runs his hands over his face, “Shit, You almost had me there, baby.”

You push your panties down your thighs and stand up. You step out of them and crawl on to Harry’s lap. Your lips immediately find his and you make out.

His hands slide up and down your body a few times before his hands slide to your ass. He squeezes and pulls them apart, “You want to sit on my cock, sweetheart?”

You whimper and nod, “Yes, daddy. I want to sit on your big cock.”

“Fuck. Say that again, baby.” He grabs your hips and sits up to close the space between you.

You lean forward and brush your lips against his, “Yes daddy. I want to sit on your big cock.”

He reaches down and holds his cock steady as he slowly pushes the tip of it inside of you.

You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulder, “Fuck. Fuck, yes. More daddy please.” You moan as he fulfills your request, “Fuckfuck.”

You let out a loud moan and gasp as he pushes your hips the rest of the way down, “I love your cock inside of me.” You moan out quickly as you clench around him.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” He moans as he watches you position yourself. You place your feet on his outer thighs and grip the arms of the chair.

You lean back whispering as you drag your hand down his chest, “You are so fucking sexy.”

You start to move your hips and you can’t help but moan, “Fuck, stretching me so good, daddy.”

He watches as your pussy swallows his cock whole each time you slide back down, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

He groans as he squeezes your thighs, “You like my cock baby?”

“Mm, daddy. I love your cock.” You moan and clench around him, “So close already.”

He hums and takes his hands off of you, resting one on the arm rest and presses the other to your clit, “Go on then, sweetheart.”

You moan loudly as Harry’s fingers out just the right amount of pressure on your clit as he circles it.

“Fuck, yes daddy, yes yes.” You let out a long moan as your squeeze his cock with your pussy.

“Fuck.” He groans as he digs his fingers into your hip harder.

You push your hips all the way down on him and moan as you slowly move your hips, fucking yourself on his cock until your high comes to an end.

“Mm I like to cum on your cock, daddy.” You lean in and kiss him. He grips your hips with his hands and pulls you closer.

Your tongues move against one another and you moan in his mouth.

He leans back and looks at you, “Bend over on this chair f’me.”

He taps your hips with his fingers, indicating he wants you to get up. You let out a sigh and smirk, “Fine.”

He winks and smiles at you, “Good girl.”

You bite your lip as your heart skips a beat at his words.

He knows you absolutely love to be praised.

“Say that again, baby.” You smirk slightly and watch as he gets up. He pulls you into his body and looks down at you.

He gently grips your chin and tilts your head up, “Good girl.” He whispers quietly as he stares into your eyes with a smirk plastered on his lips.

You take a shaky breath and smile, turning to put your knees on the chair.

He gives your ass a smack and you jump slightly. You look at him over your shoulder, “hey!”

He chuckles and rubs both of your ass cheeks, “M’sorry.”

You smile, “It’s okay, now fuck me with the big cock daddy.”

You wiggle your hips at him and rock back, “Please.”

A smirk spreads across his face as he slowly slides his hands down, running his fingers across your soaked folds.

“Mm.” He hums lowly, “Why should I do that?”

You close your eyes, frustrated that he’s taking over.

“Because it’ll feel so good, baby.” You open your eyes and look back at him, “Please daddy?”

You move your hips back move and he slips two fingers inside of you, letting them rest for a moment. You let out a whine, “I love you fingers, but I want that cock daddy.”

He chuckles and spreads his fingers as he slowly starts to push his cock in. You gasp at the feeling and your eyes roll back and close.

“Fuck, yes daddy give me that big fucking cock.” You push your hips back and lean down onto the back of the chair, “Fuck, fuck.”

You moan and dig your nails into the cushion, “Shit, yes yes oh fuck!”

He spreads his fingers a little bit more as he pushes his cock the rest of the way into you.

“Fuck, daddy.” You moan out, “your big cock stretches me so good.”

“Fuck.” He groans before slapping your other ass cheek, “you’re such a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

“For you.” You look back at him and bite your lip.

He watches you as he starts to thrust, slow at first but then quickly builds up into a punishing pace.

Harry grabs your arm, pinning it down onto the lower part of your back, moaning as he digs his grip on your arm tightens., “Fuck. You feel fucking incredible.”

His other hand smacks your ass cheek again and he rubs over the red skin.

You clench around him, “so fucking big.” You whine out, “Yes yes. Fuck me, daddy. Yes yes.”

He pounds into you for a little longer before slowing his pace, “You’re gonna make me cum soon, babe. Where ya want it?”

“In my pussy.” You smirk slightly and rock back onto him, “Please daddy.”

He slides his hand up your back and around to your neck, “Say it again, the correct way.”

He squeezes slowly as you start to speak, “Daddy, I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“There ya go, love.” He starts to thrust, still keeping grip of your neck and squeezing.

Your moans are muffled from his choking you, “Fuck.” You whimper out as you squeeze his cock with your pussy, “Please please. Your cock is so fucking good.”

Harry loosens his grip and slides his hand back to your hips. He pulls your hips back to meet his and you can feel his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He gasps and pushes his cock all the way in, “Snuck up on me.” He chuckles slightly and groans.

You moan as you feel yourself be engulfed by nothing but pleasure.

You both rest there for a few moments, breathing heavy and slightly sweaty.

“Shower?” Harry asks, breaking the silence.

“Please.” You agree.

He pulls out and you turn around and sit down. He holds his hand out and you take it, rising to your feet.

He presses his lips on your temple and sighs, “Race ya!” He pushes away from your and be lines for the steps.

“He-wa-wha- no-“ you stutter and jump slightly, “Not fair!” You yell as you run up the steps after him. He turns around at the top and laughs, “Let them fly free, baby.”

You laugh as his remark about your arms holding your boobs to your chest, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You ask stepping towards him when you reach the top.

“Very much so.” He smirks and you lean in to kiss him but push away from him, “Race ya!”

You make it to the bathroom first and hop in the shower, “Loser!”

He walks around the corner and looks at you, “Alright. I see how it is.” He walk over to you and pins you to the shower wall.

“You going to show me just how it is, huh?”

He smirks and nods, “Damn right.”

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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my muse

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: a lil blurb about the important moments leading up to Harry's wins, and little after <3

warnings: implied smut

As they’ve grown up and gotten use to being in the spotlight, Y/n and Harry have learned to enjoy teasing their relationship to the public. They still play dumb in interviews, even when the evidence is stacked against them, but as Y/n and Harry get older, they start to not care about the publicity of relationship.

One of those ways was going to events together. Ever since they've gotten invites to these types of things, their plus one has always been each other; whether it was the grammys or the oscars, they always were right there to support each other.

Tonight was no exception.

Harry was fidgeting with the rings on his figures as they were in the limo, waiting in the queue to get out and walk the carpet. He lifted up the ring on his left ring fingure to reveal a tattoo, one that matched the one on Y/n's same finger.

Y/n noticed Harry’s gazed on the ink and nudged him. “Don’t tell me that’s the one tattoo you regret.”

Harry’s smiled and shook his head. “Never would regret marrying you.” The inked band was delicately done, matching their actual wedding bands perfectly. Y/n took off one of her rings to reveal her matching one too, putting her hand next to Harry’s larger one.

“You’re going to do great tonight.” Y/n reassured. She squeezed his hand three times, a simple thing they did for each other just as a way to show their love. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They were blinded by the lights before they got the knock of the window from Harry’s security team. For shaded windows they did nothing to stop the bright flashes.

"Ready?" Y/n nodded and slid her ring back on. She followed Harry out of the limo door and put on a smile.

"Harry! Harry! Look this way!"

"Y/n! Harry! Are you two official?"

"Harry! Are you going to go home with Y/n?"

They smiled as they posed for the cameras. After nearly ten years of the "are-they-aren't-they", you'd think they would get over it.

"Hey." Y/n whispered into Harry's ear. "You're doing a costume change right?"

"Yup."

“Want me to give you a pre-celebration present?” Y/n whispered, her voice airy and breathy against her husbands ear.

Harry gulped, not sure if she’s implying what he thinks he is—he’s been caught out too many times with misinterpreting her comments. “What-ah, would that be?”

“Head.”

He gave a flashy grin for the camera.

“Thank you for the pictures but I think it’s time we should go.” Harry announces to the photographers and interviewers lined up. He causes a commotion, but when does he not? He doesn’t care as he grabs Y/n’s hand.

“I think that’s a new record.” Y/n jokes as she fixes her lipstick. “Get off from the couch and fix your hair. You look like a mess.”

“That was so good.” Harry practically moaned, still in his post orgasm high. “That thing you did with your tongue was truly some really great work.”

Harry was spread out on the couch of a small yet lavish room for performers of the night. It had a vanity, bathroom and small kitchen area inside--Harry thought he could live here.

“Nothing fancy.” She mumbled, but Harry wasn't yet done.

“And your hand groping my thighs and balls.” Harry gasped. "So good."

“Styles!” A loud bang, a distinct one at that. “Put your clothes on! I don’t want another Munich situation!”

Harry’s dazed was cut short by tripping over his old outfit—didn’t even take it fully off before Y/n went down on him—and racing to the hanger with his outfit for the evening. He knew that angry pounding on the door, and he did not want Jeff to see him naked again.

Y/n was giggling as she fixed her hair and got some spray to keep her makeup in place. "Stop ya laughin'"

Y/n shook her head as she got up from the vanity chair and opened the door, peeking her head out. "Jeff."

"Y/n." Jeff sighed and stifled a laugh. "Is he getting dressed?"

"Yup."

"Alright, just be out in five. Make sure he looks good."

"Will do."

She shut the door and was met with Harry tucking in his shimmery tank and buttoning the pants. Y/n smiled as Harry looked up, causing him to grin.

"Wha?" Harry grinned, walking over to his love. "Want another round? Could pay ya back."

"As much as I would love that I think Jeff is ready to kill us." They giggled as they lightly kissed, foreheads resting on each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"And the grammy, for Album of the year goes to..." Trevor Noah held his breath as he opened the envelope, smiling as he read out the card. "Harry Styles, Harry's House!"

Applause rang out as Harry cupped his face with his hands and then reached over to topple onto Y/n--who was frozen with shock--engulfing her in the tightest hug they've had since their wedding.

"I-I won." He voice was shaky, breathless despite sitting. "They called my name right?"

They broke apart, staring deep into each others eyes as Y/n nodded, eyes watering. "Yeah, go accept your award!”

She pushed Harry away, towards the stairs and the award. Lizzo was filming their hug and kept her camera focused on Y/n a bit longer before she flipped it round and filmed her face.

"Shit." Harry's voice rang out. "Thank you for this award. Since it's a big one, I want to explain this album a bit more."

Harry cleared his throat before he spoke. "I wrote this album for my person. Someone that has been by my side for everything in my life. All of the big things and all of the things that caused me to go to my lowest, you've been there, and I hope you could tell by this album."

Harry looked at y/n directly, something that was not missed by the room.

"I always keep you in my heart, especially when I can't be with you physically. Writing about you makes it seem like you're there right beside me. And I want you to know how much I love you when we are apart, when you can't reach me or my mum won't let me hang up the phone."

Harry sighed, not sure what to say next, except for one thing.

"For family." Harry lifted up the grammy and applause rang out. He was escorted off the to the side of stage, making sure to catch one last look at his muse. He didn't want to be apart from her for much longer. He wanted to go spend time with her, but of course, photos needed to be done.

He tried to reach for his phone in his pocket every now and then, wanting to call his mum and sister, tell them the big news even though he knew they would be home watching it on their telly—no doubt they were calling Y/n as he poses for some updates on the boy—but he left it with y/n who no doubt was taking a bunch of photos of herself while waiting.

Harry ment everything he said about his family, his with his wife and child, even the little critters that he wasn't too sure of at first; Harry just couldn't believe his life was going this perfect.

Once he was finally released from the photographers hold, Harry ran back to Y/n, making a couple wrong turns along the way, but eventually running in to the girl he was looking for in a small room outside of where they were filming the show.

"I won!" Harry's voice broke, nearly in tears again as Y/n's head whipped from who she was talking to--Adele, who quickly excused herself with a smile-- to embrace her love.

"I'm so proud of you!" They squeezed each other until both could hardly breath. "You deserved both of those grammys, love."

She started peckering a bunch of kisses all over his face, hands now squeezing his so squeezable face. "What do you want to do now? Go back to the show? After party? I got us invited to a couple so you can pick-"

"I kind of want to head home." Harry admitted. "Spend some time with you and the babe. That's all I want now."

Y/n smiled, giving him one last kiss on his little stumble. "Not even sex?"

Thats caused Harry to smile, kissing her cheek. "As enticing as that sounds I think it would be best to keep that for the morning." Harry sighed, starring into the mother of his child, his wife, his love, his one and only's eyes. "I love you. More than anything I could describe."

"You're going to make me cry." Harry's own eyes started to water, kissing the corner of her eye. He pulled her down the hall, to the back, where he organized a limo to be able to drop them off home whenever they pleased. Now seemed like a good time.

Harry came, saw, and conquered. Now, all he wanted to do was spend time at home with the ones who mattered.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Grammy winning boyfriend

This is a part of my fake insta series Daddy

Face claim- Dakota Johnson

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StylesUpdate Harry arriving at Grammys and performing 'As it was'

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Harryfan1 Yesss he looked so good

Harryfan2 Sparkly baby✨️

Yourinstagram please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another man. This is not me, and it's hard enough knowing this has happened without seeing it.

Harryfan2 Girl stop you scared me😭

StylesUpdate Bestie don't do us like that

Y/nfan3 When he tripped istg I screamed

Harryfan1 bestie me too😭

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Y/NUpdate Why is no one talking about Y/N matching with Harry at Grammys😭

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Y/Nfan2 MOTHER

Harryfan1 I'm looking respectfully😳

Y/Nfan3 Did anyone saw her talking to taylor? she looked like she was about to pass out

Harryfan3 Lmao yeah she was nervous

Y/Nfan1 and when Tay and Harry hugged!!😭

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StylesUpdate Harry won 'Best Pop vocal Award' and 'Album of the Year'.

"I've been so inspired by every artist in this category with me. But it’s important for us to remember that there’s no such thing as ‘best’ in music. This doesn’t happen very often to people like me, so this is very nice, thank you. Thank you, Tom, tommy, Jeff, and my fiancé Y/N and Emi" Harry said in his acceptance speech.

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Harryfan3 FIANCÉ???

Y/Nfan2 They're engaged??

Harryfan1 Stop he included Emi in his speech🥺

Harryfan2 HOLY SHIT

Y/Nfan1 We are getting weddingrry but it's his own wedding🥲

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Yourinstagram 3× Grammy winning boyfriend

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Zendaya Congratulations @/harrystyles

Harryfan1 Honestly I would brag about it too

harrystyles Fiancé*

Yourinstagram Until we get married you will be my boyfriend

harrystyles ??

Y/Nfan2 Favorite couple I swear

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Y/Nupdates Y/N and Harry at the grammys' afterparty

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Harryfan1 I love how they always match

Y/Nfan3 I want what they have🥲

Harryfan2 Look at his smile omg

Harryfan3 I love them sm😭

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Dottycatlookalike The real after party fun

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Yourinstagram She fell asleep just after movoe started btw

dottycatlookalike She's a baby!

Annetwist Have fun loves ❤️

GemmaStyles I want to be included too :(

Dottycatlookalike No it's my party

GemmaStyles Alright mr. grammy winner🙄

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hstyleswiftx · 1 year

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SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE IMAGINE WHERE YN HANDS THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR TROPHY TO HARRY AT THE GRAMMY CEREMONY AND HE ASKS HER AFTER THE AFTER PARTY AND THEY KISS

OMG I NEED IT

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kxllingangels · 1 year

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Babydoll- H.S.

A/N- Hi! Here's part 2. Full disclosure, I didn't intend to write multiple parts to this story but then I got too invested to stop, lmao. So I wrote two more "chapters" as well as made a little fanfic cover.

My heart was hammering in my chest as I stared blankly at the box. Reading and re-reading the messy cursive on its smooth face. I knew that writing like the back of my hand. It was on countless greeting cards in the back of my closet. It was on the apartment lease. It was on the note on my nightstand, reminding me how pathetic I was.

Harry.

"Rory," Maren's voice snapped me back to reality. I glanced up at the girl, noticing that she was a few steps away from me now. Her brows were furrowed in concern, her eyes moving from the box to me and then back again. "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I wanted to tell her that I wished it was that. Seeing an actual ghost would've terrified me way fucking less than holding a fragmented piece of my past. But I couldn't.

I swallowed hard, nodding my head and uttering out, "I'm fine."

I knew my unsteady voice was a dead giveaway that I was in fact, not fine, but I couldn't bring myself to add something more convincing. My eyes just kept scanning the handwritten note.

'You're still my muse.'

Maren peered over my shoulder now, looking down at the looping handwriting. "You're someone's muse and you're reacting like that?" She asked incredulously. "It's like something out of a romance movie, you should be thrilled!"

"It's not exactly a romance movie moment for me, Mare." I muttered.

Maren, always unfazed by other people, didn't understand. "Well, I think it's romantic. Now go on, open it! The suspense is killing me."

In my seven months of working at Vixens, I'd never told Maren, or anyone for that matter, about Harry. I had always meant to, but when he left it sent my world to flames and I spent months trying to put it out. It wasn't a subject I enjoyed bringing up, so I didn't. Not even to Mare, who knew seemingly everything else about me by now.

Part of me wanted to throw the box away without even opening it. Who the fuck did Harry think he was anyway? He wasn't allowed to just abandon me after three years and then drop back in whenever he wanted with some stupid present as if that would make up for the damage caused.

A bigger, and possibly more pitiful part of me, wanted to rip the box open and examine every detail of the contents inside. Like if I stared hard enough, I could find a reason, a good reason for him to have left. One that dried up all my wandering thoughts and unanswered questions. Or maybe, I'd find that he had returned. I wasn't sure which would be worse.

I didn't have time to ponder which route to take for longer than a second before Maren was ripping the box from my hands.

"Hey!" I said loudly, turning to yank it from her but stopping as she let out a loud gasp. "What?" I asked, watching her pull a small canvas from the box. I moved closer, my chest tightening.

Maybe this would give me the answers I needed.

"Ror, this is amazing," Maren said breathlessly, ignoring the calls for assistance at the bar. In her hands, there was a painting of me sat on the windowsill of my - our, apartment, a chipped blue coffee mug in hand and my eyes closed and face turned so you could only see half of it. There were newspapers scattered around the floor of the painting, and I was only wearing one sock paired with my ratty Snoopy shorts.

My eyes floated around the canvas, drinking in every detail of it. I remembered that day. I was interning at First Draft, the local journalism company downtown. I'd been so excited for my first week that I came home daily with bundles of newspapers, spreading them out around the apartment like some sort of maze.

"My little journalist is still hard at work." Harry had joked on my first Sunday off, watching me surrounded by papers and cartoon dog pajamas.

"Babydoll."

The word alone made me tense.

"What?" I asked Maren, feeling my cheeks beginning to rapidly heat up. I pushed closer to her, trying to see what she was seeing.

Her red nail polished finger pointed to the bottom of the canvas, reading out loud. "See? here he wrote 'Babydoll in the morning.'" She read out loud in a terrible attempt at a man's voice. Her brown eyes shifted up to me. "Babydoll?" She questioned, the corners of her full lips tilting up in amusement. "Who the hell is this guy and why does he call you that?"

My face was still hot. "Shut up." I grumbled, snatching the canvas from her and craning my neck to really look at the painting. "It's nothing. He's…Nothing." Maren opened her mouth to press for details, but the sound of an angry fist slamming on the bar with the demand of a pint of beer deterred her attention from me.

"Al-right, I'm coming! Hold your horses." The girl complained, stalking over to the counter and leaving me to stare at the canvas.

No matter how much I looked at the painting, I couldn't find anything of substance. No answers or clues. Just me, looking exhausted in our living room.

The remainder of my shift was a blur. I spent most of it dodging Mare's questions and curious eyes and serving bourbon to overly intoxicated customers. I tried to shove the painting, and its artist from my mind, but he seemed to be renting all the space in there and leaving me no room to think of anything else. But, at least I had bagged a fifty as a tip from a table of especially rowdy men. As I made my way up the to the third floor of my apartment building, I was partially thankful and partially disappointed to see that there was no one waiting on my doorstep.

Great. So he'd come into my life just to cause chaos and then go radio silent again. Typical Harry.

I fumbled with my house key, eventually jamming it into the lock and letting myself in.

I half expected there to be the sound of crappy indie music and the smell of his spicy drug store cologne waiting for me inside. I was angry at myself when I was disappointed by the sight of the darkened apartment in the same state I had left it in this morning.

Don't be stupid, Aurora. He said it himself, he could never be satisfied.

Not by this city or this apartment, or even me. The thought of him loving me, but not enough to stay, was enough to send me spiraling.

I didn't want to spiral. Not today.

I shut the door behind me, briskly walking inside. God, I really needed to call my therapist and set up another appointment after tonight's shit show.

Harry sure did know how to create chaos inside me. Especially for someone who wasn't even around anymore.

I turned my focus to the sink on my left. It was piling up with dirty dishes I hadn't had the energy to wash over the past week. I needed a distraction from the brunette boy. He was a master at starting a war in my head. I stalked over to the sink, turning the water on hot and grabbing a sponge. As I scrubbed, I started to feel better. Taking my frustration out on the dishes was serving as a good substitute to crying or drinking or shaving my head. So much so that I almost didn't notice the drawing of a bluebird taped to the window in the living room.

Almost, that is.

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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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Harry Styles

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tinyhrry · 7 months

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Harry Styles Fic Recs

FLUFF:

Three Birthdays (@watchmegetobsessed)

And the winner is.. (@freedomfireflies)

Value (@alittletaste)

tears of love (@finelinevogue)

grammys '23 (@whitemancumslut)

maybe next time he'll think (@avatar-anna)

wrong number (@freedomfireflies)

skincare & award shows (@alittletaste)

cleanse (@mulledcherrywine)

in this world, it's just us (@finelinevogue)

sweet (@avatar-anna)

a talk show and a surprise pt 2 pt 3 (@gucciwins)

starry eyes (@finelinevogue)

nobody puts baby in a corner (@meet-me-in-the-kitchen)

dream a little dream of me (@meet-me-in-the-kitchen)

late night talking (@duhstyles)

love, actually (@finelinevogue)

Bananas! (@jarofstyles)

the night we met (@avatar-anna)

take my hand (@chrisevansonly)

decode (@watchmegetobsessed)

kisses (@onlygrapejuice)

sweet talk (@tokyoharry)

official (@harryisalrightig)

my hero (@watchmegetobsessed)

spill your guts or fill your guts (@mydearesthrry)

I love you more than dino nuggets (@finelinevogue)

PDA <33 (@daaydreamy)

so proud (@finelinevogue)

lewis H x styles!reader (@lecsainz)

ANGST:

i've loved you for a thousand lifetimes (@love-strawberry)

memory lost (@avatar-anna)

worst daddy ever (@whitemancumslut)

faded away pt 2 (@harrysgraceland)

family will get you through (@finelinevogue)

goodbye (@peleksstuff)

social media au: just give me a day, or two.. (@meetmymouth)

breaking the ice (@purplekiwis)

slipping through my fingers (@madeintheniamh)

social media au: heartbreak on tour (@twobluejeans)

SMUT:

social media au: y/n being horny on main after the brits (@meetmymouth)

dough (@harrysfluff)

sneaky (@watchmegetobsessed)

your lips, my lips.. apocalypse (@meetmymouth)

afterparty (@chaoticloving)

SERIES:

the professor series (@avatar-anna)

Cinema (@tinydeskwriter)

unknown number (@avatar-anna)

a small phone call (@twohearts-hs)

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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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CAROLINA

SUMMARY: In which, Harry Styles and grammy winning pop artist, Y/n L/n spend a heated night together in 2015. After agreeing to forget about it, they just can’t resist each other. Years later— the two, both write songs reflecting off that moment in time.

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ MINORS DNI, heated smut, oral (fem and male receives), mentions of cheating, mentions of drugs, unprotected smut

EEK IM JUST FINISHING THIS UTS SO HOT

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #whitemancumslut #domrry

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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year

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MATILDA

Summary: During the holiday season, Harry helps you realize that it’s okay to build your own family.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Word count: 3.5kish

Warnings: Mentions of past childhood neglect, slight smut mentioned, angst, crying, anything else?? Let me know!!

A/N: hi!!! Merry Christmas to all of you!! I wanted to post this earlier today, but ended up spending the holidays with my family! I got this request by someone anonymous and I loved the idea!! Hopefully you all do as well. Inspired by: “Matilda” by Harry Styles.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

Masterlist

Today is the day before your birthday.

It’s Christmas Eve.

And you are not a fan of the holidays.

You didn’t particularly enjoy any of them.

Mostly because you’ve never had a chance to ever actually celebrate them.

You’ve never had an Easter egg hunt on Easter Sunday. You’ve never popped loud fireworks on the 4th of July. You’ve never had a warm turkey dinner on Thanksgiving. You’ve never even decorated a Christmas Tree for Christmas holidays.

You’ve never even had Christmas presents waiting for you under the tree on Christmas Morning.

It doesn’t help the fact that your birthday is on Christmas Day.

Every memory you had of a holiday was tainted with the background noise of your parents fighting and you crying yourself to sleep.

One of your earliest memories was when you were eight and your godmother, Eva, gifted you a brand new pretty pink bicycle. You loved that bike from the moment you saw it. You remember the way your heart felt so full at that age and the overpowering feeling of excitement overcame you.

You learned how to ride it with her cheering you on for your birthday, you remember laughing so loud in happiness that your belly hurt, and when you yelled for your mom to watch you… she was reading the newspaper and waved you away with her hand as she said “It’s no big deal.”

You remember the instant dread you felt in the pit of your belly, the way your happiness was instantly stripped away from you, the way tears immediately filled your eyes which caused your vision to haze, your hands to shake, and it made you lose control of your brand new pretty bike.

Then, you fell. You scraped your knees which turned into a bloody mess, bruising all your legs and arms, and you spent the entire time crying. Only Eva helped you. You remember hearing her scold your mother, but she didn’t care.

The tainted memory stayed with you forever. The scar on your knees proves it.

You never rode that bike again.

After that, you only focused on school. You remember only focusing on your grades and your after school activities. You wanted to get the highest grades and the highest praises so you could go to the best college. You wanted to do whatever you could do to get away from your family.

You wanted to get out of this small town in this forgettable state and move far far away from here. You didn’t care about how you did it. You just had to do it.

Turns out.. you had a hidden talent for singing and songwriting. One hit song when you were seventeen right after graduation ended up landing you the record deal of the year. You had gotten lucky and you felt grateful every day since.

That song and album won you three Grammys in your very first year in the spotlight. It felt overwhelming.

Suddenly, you were being pulled in different directions. You had millions of fans. You performed sold out shows in the biggest arenas in the United States and all abroad. You were living the life you had never thought you would have ever wanted. But it made you happy.

You were the happiest you had been in years. In your whole life, maybe.

And you never went back home. Especially for your birthday. You didn’t enjoy celebrating it because everything about Christmas time reminded you of your horrible childhood.

So.. yeah. You weren’t a fan of the holidays.

And it didn’t help that your wonderful, loving, teddy bear of a boyfriend loved them. He absolutely loved Christmas time.

He was the type to hire decorators to decorate the outside of the house and then to come inside and go the full nine yards in here, too.

You admit.. it made you happy seeing him happy. It made your heart tug a little bit and all you wanted was for him to be happy. But this year, you were both going to celebrate in your shared New York City penthouse.

Harry said Anne and Gemma were aching to spend the holidays up here.

You had somehow managed to get out of the Christmas holidays the past three years. Always scheduling something so you wouldn’t be home, but Harry begged you to not plan anything this year. That he wanted to celebrate with you and finally be together for your birthday, here at home. With him. You love him and you know how much this means to him. You want to make him happy, so you agreed. He’s your entire world.

Harry came into your life like a bulldozer. Fast, unexpectedly, and it was life changing. He had reached out to you back in 2018 during the holiday season.

You remember seeing “Harry Styles just sent you a Direct Message” on your notification and you about had a heart attack. Of course you knew who freaking Harry Styles was. You had basically grown up with One Direction, but with you focusing on school.. you didn’t really have time to obsess over them. But you did know them and occasionally listened to their music.

So yeah, you knew who Harry Styles was. Young, devilishly handsome, and surprisingly single. And he was messaging you. Gushing about how much he loved your music and admired the way you carried yourself in your interviews. You had just released your second album at the age of twenty one and were about to start touring for it. He was already touring for his first solo album. (Which you loved)

He wanted to come to one of your shows. You gave him a seat in the family and friends section and a backstage pass.

You had been messaging back and forth since his first message a couple months back. You had spent all of your free time texting him and if your timing aligned with his time.. then you’d talk for hours on the phone.

It felt almost like you knew him. The connection that you felt with Harry was something you had never experienced before. And it felt crazy to you. This was all new to you and it was exciting. And a little scary.

And finally, he was able to get away from his own tour to come see you.

And he met you backstage after your show and immediately pulled you into his arms, praised you with his words, and the way you felt in his arms made you cry.

It was overwhelming and pretty embarrassing. It felt safe. Harry’s embrace made you feel safe. And you don’t even remember the last time you had ever felt that way. If you had ever even felt that way before that moment.

When Harry noticed, he immediately ordered everybody in the room to get out and the look on his face… he looked so worried. So sincere. So honest.

It made you incredibly emotional and you profusely apologized for ruining his shirt with your tears. And he said he didn’t care about his shirt.

That he cared about you.

And ever since the day you met him, that’s the one main thing Harry has always made sure you feel. That you feel safe.

It did take some time for you to open up to Harry about your childhood, but when you did.. you felt grateful. It felt good to finally talk to someone other than your therapist about everything you had gone through. He had always wondered why you never talked about your family or why he hadn’t met anyone other than Eva in the year of you guys dating. And when he finally knew, he held you and didn’t let you go for hours.

Harry felt like home.

Now it was the day before Christmas Eve 2021. You and Harry were cuddling on the comfy gray couch in the living room that overlooked the NYC skyline and the Christmas tree that you had both decorated together at the beginning of December was glimmering in the darkness. All the awaiting presents under it make you smile.

Anne and Gemma had already settled into bed for the night. They stated they needed some more sleep to adjust to the time difference and you couldn’t agree more. You and Harry had decided to stay up a little longer.

You cuddled into Harry’s chest as he held you while a Christmas movie played for you guys. You guys are watching ‘Elf’ and you admit it’s a good Christmas movie. No wonder it’s one of Harry’s favorites.

Harry feels extremely warm underneath you and it makes you want to stay here forever.

He’s rubbing your scalp gently with the tips of his fingers and your hand is underneath his sweater. Gently rubbing your own fingers on his almost non existent little belly.

But his body always held into a tiny little pouch under his belly button and you secretly loved it. You played with the happy trail there and ran your fingers over his abs slowly as well.

The atmosphere around you feels peaceful. It feels entirely calm and it’s a feeling that sinks deep into your bones.

You just weren’t used to this over the holidays and it felt almost weird to allow yourself to enjoy this.

Suddenly, Harry gets a slight hold of your chin and tilts your head up to meet his lips. His kiss surprises you, but you melt into him. He kisses you softly and lets his tongue slip into your mouth slightly. You smile into the kiss and hum in content when he pulls away from you.

Meeting his eyes, “What was that for?” You whisper as you wipe his bottom lip with your thumb.

His eyes twinkle with happiness and his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you to sit on his lap completely, and he smiles so sweetly.

You let your hair fall over your shoulders as you look down at him. He’s so handsome.

“Happy birthday, my sun.”

You intertwine your hands in his own, glancing at the clock next to you that shows it’s exactly midnight, and you smile sheepishly at Harry. You lean down and kiss him again.

“Thank you, honey.”

“Let’s go to bed,” Harry says with a teasing smile as he holds onto your waist with one arm, shuts off the tv with his free hand, and easily lifts you up into the air.

“H!” You shriek with a giggle as you koala hug him to not fall down. He laughs lowly, “I’ll never drop you, sun.”

You both giggle until you fall into the mattress in your room, locking the door in a rush, but then Harry takes his time taking you apart and letting you come undone.

Helping you fall apart with his fingers, his tongue, and then with his cock.

And when he has to clamp his hand over your mouth tightly to keep you from screaming out during your orgasm, he’ll do that all night long just to make you happy.

•••

You wake up the next morning, slowly, and to the wonderful smell of bacon in the air.

You inhale the scent with a small smile as you stretch your limbs awake. You sit down on your bed, pulling the white comforter over your naked torso, and looking around for Harry. The floor to ceiling windows are cloudy with the Christmas chill, but it sends a wave of comfort throughout the room.

And it’s as if he knew you were searching for him.

Because he walks into the bedroom with a bed tray stacked with food.

You instantly perk up with a smile, “Hi.”

Harry leans down and kisses you, “Hi. Happy birthday, my sun.”

You giggle and shush him. “You already wished me a happy birthday.”

“I’m going to keep wishing my wonderful girlfriend a happy birthday all day long,” he says teasingly with a smirk as he sets down the tray in front of you.

You adjust yourself in the bed and admire the yummy food in front of you. “Did you do all of this for me?”

Your heart fills with warm love and your cheeks flush.

“Mom did. She made all of your favorites.”

Now his cheeks are flushing bright pink and you’re instantly overcome with a sense of love.

“She made all of this for me?” You ask in shock as you look at the chocolate chip pancakes, sunny side up eyes, fresh fruit, and amazing smelling bacon.

“Of course, sun. She loves you,” he says with a kiss to your forehead.

“Shouldn’t we go eat with them in the dining room?”

“Nah. You love eating in bed and today’s all about you,” he says as he starts cutting up your pancakes.

“But—“

“No buts.”

You shut your mouth with a smile as he feeds you the pancakes and takes some for himself with a teasing grin.

“We’re only doing what you love today. That’s all.”

And that’s how the rest of the day goes with Harry pampering you and only letting you do something if you truly want to do it.

You felt so lucky.

Now it’s the afternoon, you’re all gathered in the living room after eating a yummy and fulfilling dinner in your matching Christmas pajamas. Harry bought them for all of you guys and they’re grinch themed. You have to admit that seeing Harry so giddy and excited filled your heart with so much warmth and love. You truly felt so happy today.

You all had already exchanged gifts with each other. You two had gotten Anne and Gemma a full paid trip to Paris for a little winding down when you and Harry were going to go next summer. And you had framed two of your favorite pictures of the four of you together and gifted them each one. They loved it.

Anne had gifted you and Harry two homemade sweaters that she had knitted herself and it meant so much to you. Way more than any other money made gift.

Gemma gifted you a homemade shirt that she had stitched a quote for your favorite show and she had made Harry a matching one as well.

It was something cheesy, “you’re my lobster” and Harry immediately loved it. You did as well.

You have to admit that this felt insanely weird. You and Harry always exchanged gifts, but it was never in this type of setting. With his mom and sister.

It felt so intimate and loving.

So intimidating that it felt scary, but this was something that you didn’t know you needed.

“I wrote something for you,” Harry states as he gets the guitar from Gemma. It’s one of his favorites. It’s the one that was gifted to him from a friend. It’s the one with the starry design.

“You wrote me a song?” You ask with a grin as you grip onto your hot chocolate while you adjust yourself on the couch cushion.

“Another one?” Gemma says jokingly and Anne sushes her with a jab.

You see Harry’s cheeks blush faintly as he sits down on a small stool he pulled out from the pantry.

He slowly starts to make sure his cords are in key and he lets out a shaky breathe. He looks up to meet your eyes.

“This song… is for you. Completely and utterly for you. I hope you like it, my sun.”

There’s so much honesty in his eyes that it makes you feel completely warm and full inside.

He slowly starts to strum his guitar.

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal"

A small gasp leaves your lips as your fingers grip into the mug. Instant tears fill your eyes as you hear the first sentence of your song.

And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels

Harry gives you a small smile as you stare at him with a wavering expression.

Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now

Your bottom lip is quivering.

So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

You can feel your water line filled with tears and you slowly set your mug down on the side table. You watch Harry intently.

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh

You shut your eyes for a second, allowing his words fill your body, tears slowly start falling down your cheeks, and you allow yourself to feel the emotions. Allowing yourself to finally feel the emotions you’ve been keeping pilled down deep.

You feel someone sit by you and grip your hand in theirs. You open your eyes to see Anne next to you, smiling so sweetly at you, and hold your hand tightly in her own. Her own tears filling her eyes as she holds you. Her love these past years have shown you what your own mother couldn’t.

A mothers love.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

Harry gives you a small smile as his own tears fill his eyes. The childhood movie you loved to watch fills your mind as it used to help you escape. You frown at the memories and grip onto Anne’s hand harder.

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

Images of the last years rush through your mind. Everything you’ve managed to accomplish.

You can see the world, following the seasons

Anywhere you go, you don't need a reason

'Cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

Harry lets his guitar rest on the space next to him on the floor and he reaches for your hand. You grip onto his hand with your free one and he continues to sing. His beautiful angelic voice filled the entire room. His raw voice fills your ears like heaven.

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast

His voice cracks and slow tears fall down his cheeks.

You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh

You don't have to go

You don't have to go home

Oh, there's a long way to go

Gemma walks out of the room and into the kitchen.

I don't believe that time will change your mind

In other words

I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

You can let it go

Harry kisses each one of your knuckles and holds your hand against his cheek, his smile wavering as he continues to sing.

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

You can let it go

You see Gemma walking into the room with a beautiful baby pink cake with colorful sprinkles all over the top and matching long candles that are glowing in the dark night. You cry even harder.

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry, no

Tears filled your eyes as you looked around the room. A wavering smile on your lips as you watched everyone in front of you wearing a giant smile and matching tears.

And just for a second… it was quiet.

There wasn’t any loud voices behind you yelling at each other. There weren’t any doors being slammed shut nor glasses being thrown to the floor or the walls.

All you could hear was the wood crackling in the fireplace, the soft sound of the Christmas music playing on the record player, the small sniffs of the people around you trying to hold in their tears as you let your own fall freely, and you could hear your own heart silently patching itself back together.

You sniffle as you watch Harry reach for the cake and he proceeds to move the cake at your eye level.

His beautiful green eyes rimmed red, nose tinted pink, and he’s smiling at you.

“Make a wish, my love.”

Anne’s hand lets go of your own and she instead starts rubbing your back in comfort. You wrap your own hands delicately around Harry's wrists as you let the candle's warmth coat your face so lightly.

“You’ve already made all of them come true,” you whisper as you slowly blow out the candles.

Your only wish is to only ever feel this way for the next holidays.

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harrysfinelinevol1 · 2 years

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palm trees and kiwis

harry styles x singer!reader

summary: harry meets you at coachella after watching your set backstage. you both acknowledge the element of lust between you but after acting on it you wonder if it's a bit more than that

warnings: smut

word count: 7.2k

"HOW'S EVERYONE DOING TODAY?!" you hyped up the crowd as you pranced across the stage, your long sheer star-printed coat trailing behind you.

You were met with screams of joy, some calling out your name, some requesting you to sing a certain song. Your heart was pounding with adrenaline as you smiled widely, absolutely loving the show you were doing.

Coachella had always been your dream, ever since you started out in music, but you never thought you would actually perform here. It seemed too big of a dream and too unattainable. Yet here you were, at the second week of the festival, with thousands of people screaming for you and you couldn't believe it.

"This next song is a cover," you teased and everyone cheered, knowing what you were about to sing. You had become famous due to your cover of the Harry Styles song Kiwi. You had posted it on youtube one day and it went viral. Very viral. Within hours you had millions of views and comments and people had begun to take an interest in you. Two albums and one Grammy later you couldn't be happier you had decided to post that cover that day. It had changed your life, so you always did a performance of it at all your shows. You had met Harry but only very briefly at the Grammys and you were so nervous because it was your first awards show that you couldn't really focus on what he was saying to you.

"Let's try and outdo him eh," you riled up the crowd and they all screamed in response. You nodded to your band as you grabbed your guitar and began to belt out the beginning of the song, as well as playing the chords on your guitar.

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect And all the boys, they were sayin' they were into it Such a pretty face on a pretty neck

You strummed harder on your guitar as you whipped your hair around, loving the rock n' roll atmosphere you had created. The crowd were all forming mosh pits in the crowd and going crazy and you couldn't help the massive grin that formed on your face. As you neared the chorus, you pulled the mic off the stand and began to dance up and down the stage.

I'm having your baby It's none of your business I'm having your baby It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (oh) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your, it's none of your (ah)

As you came down off the high of the chorus, you noticed some movement backstage but decided to ignore it as you began the next verse. You shrugged off your coat leaving you just in a sparkly silver bra and sheer trousers that matched your coat which made the crowd go wild and you winked at them. You neared the chorus again and you could still sense something was happening backstage. You turned your head lightly and there he was. The very man whose song you were currently covering. On the inside, you became incredibly nervous but you knew you had to keep up your confident persona. You locked eyes with him and you grinned and winked as you began the chorus again. The crowd seemed to have noticed that something had caught your attention and a couple of people in the crowd began to realise Harry was backstage as they were standing at an angle where they could see him. The screams got even louder as you threw your head back and laughed but continued to sing his song to him. He smirked back, eyes raking up and down your body and even though he was about 100 metres away, you both could sense the tension between the two of you. He was staring hungrily at you as you sang his song and you were keeping eye contact with him, surprising him with your confidence. You were nearing the end of the song however so you turned back to the audience to give them your attention as you sang the last final lines.

I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your)

Hey!

You were absolutely going crazy singing these lines, with the bass guitar and the drums shaking the whole stage. That had been the best performance of that song you had ever done. You turned towards the backstage again and Harry had his fingers in his mouth so he could whistle loudly for you to hear it. You did a small bow towards him and the crowd screamed louder, having figured out who was backstage. You put the mic back into the stand and leaned into it to talk.

"I think some of you may have guessed who is backstage right now," you giggled as the crowd screamed and shouted Harry's name.

"He came because he needed some tips for his own performance," you teased and he shook his head at you, laughing with the crowd. You mouthed a thank you at him and he nodded in response, still smiling widely at you.

Half an hour later, you ran off stage, covered in sweat and feeling so incredibly happy. That couldn't have gone better and you loved every second of it. You ran down the stairs and immediately spotted your brother who had his arms open wide for a hug. You ran to him, crashing into him and he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders.

"You did so good Goose," he praised you. Goose was the nickname he had given you when you were little and it had stuck ever since. A couple happy tears leaked down your face as you squeezed him tight.

"Thank you, Zep," you beamed, using your nickname for him. You finally broke apart and began to walk back to your trailer.

"Did you see who came to watch Zep?" you asked excitedly and he nodded chuckling.

"I did. In fact, I had quite a nice conversation with him," he bragged and your jaw dropped.

"You did!! Lucky bitch," you grumbled, flopping down on the couch in your trailer. "What did he say?"

"He was actually very down to earth. Talked about your career, his show later and also weirdly where to get the best veggie tacos from," he finished and you chuckled.

"Random," you agreed.

"He also may have invited you backstage at his show tonight," he smirked and you squealed.

"NO WAY!"

"Yes way," your brother responded, handing you a backstage pass.

"This is so cool Zep, what the fuck," you said in disbelief as you looked down at the pass in your hands.

"What about you though, I can't leave you to watch it alone," you said looking up at him worried. No matter how appealing the idea of Harry Styles may be, you weren't just going to abandon your brother at the drop of a hat.

"Oh don't worry about me. I'm going to watch it with Holly," he said referring to your drummer who you were convinced he had a crush on.

"Are you now?" you smirked raising your eyebrows and he whacked you on the shoulder.

"Stop it. She's a good friend," he mumbled as he sulked off to the bedroom at the back of the trailer.

"Sure," you scoffed as he closed the door behind him. You turned a looked down at the backstage pass grinning widely and blushing a bit as you remembered how you and Harry had interacted on stage. There had been an unmistakable lust in his eyes when he had watched you and you would be lying if you said it hadn't turned you on slightly. You looked at the time and realised you had two hours before his performance. Wanting to have a shower and get out of this outfit, as well as needing something to eat, you realised you needed to be quick so you could make it to see Harry.

An hour and a half later you emerged, feeling fresh in a new outfit which you were very proud that you had managed to pull together in such a short amount of time. You had found a black bikini in one of your suitcases and put it on, as well as a pair of baggy orange cargo trousers which you pulled over the bikini bottoms, leaving the top button open as a tease. You felt hot and confident as you strutted towards the main stage, even though you were also simultaneously shitting yourself.

You arrived at the stage and after showing your pass, were ushered backstage. The crowd outside was already huge, every anticipating what was predicted to be the biggest show of the festival. Even you had goosebumps because you were so excited about the show.

"Y/N?" someone called and you whipped your head around. You spotted a middle-aged man waving at you and you moved toward him.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Jeff, Harry's manager," the man said as he stuck his hand out which you took and shook it.

"Nice to meet you," you said politely.

"Nice to meet you too. Thanks for coming, Harry will be very pleased you're here. Been a fan of yours for a while," Jeff mentioned as you began to walk towards a tent next to the stage. You shook your head in disbelief.

"Really?!" you asked incredulously.

"Yeah, yeah, won't stop going on about you sometimes. Glad to finally put a face to the name," Jeff continued nonchalantly as if it wasn't a big deal that one of the world's most famous musicians was a fan of yours.

"Oh wow, right," you stuttered, even more shocked now. You couldn't quite believe what you were hearing.

Jeff led you both into a gazebo area, where about 30 people were milling about, all waiting for the performance to start. Most of them were members of Harry's crew but when you entered, everyone turned towards you, slightly confused and starstruck because Y/N L/N had just entered the tent.

You blushed awkwardly, still not quite too used to the attention you received now. Luckily Jeff led you past these people and towards the wings of the stage. You climbed up the steps, dodging all the wires and clutter on the floor and suddenly you could see the main stage in all its glory. It looked weird from this angle, you could see the huge crowd that had gathered for Harry and you were genuinely impressed he could perform in front of a crowd this big. You didn't think you could ever do something like that.

"He should be on in about 20 minutes. You can go stand over there with his friends or you're welcome to find your own spot," Jeff instructed and you nodded, slightly overwhelmed by it all. Even though you had been in the music industry for 4 years now, you had never really experienced something as huge as this.

Slightly nervously you went over to a collection of people Harry had invited to see the show backstage. It seemed like they already knew each other so you were a bit apprehensive going up to them. As you approached them, one guy turned around and spotted you.

"Hey there, Y/N right?" he introduced himself and you nodded, glad someone had introduced themselves so you wouldn't be standing awkwardly on the edge. Luckily most of the people in the group knew who you were and knew that you were coming and were very welcoming. However, you were yet to see Harry and your heart was racing in anticipation of him showing up. You could see his band taking their positions and you knew it wasn't long now. Suddenly the lights dimmed and you bounced on your feet in excitement. You looked up to the top of the stage and saw him appear, wearing a pink jacket with matching pink trousers, with H S stitched on his arse.

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself. He threw a peace sign to the crowd before the beginning of As It Was began to play and he was running down the stairs towards the screaming crowd. Your eyes lit up as you watched him before, he was so alive and his energy was so contagious, that you found yourself dancing along to every song. At one point during Lights Up you actually questioned whether you would survive this performance when he made eye contact with you mid-song. He smirked and winked and you could have died right there. Every song he sung was incredible and you loved every minute of it. After about an hour, he reached his final song.

"Coachella, you have been a delight," he announced and the crowd screamed loudly.

"This last song was performed earlier today by a Miss Y/N L/N," he continued and you blushed a deep red as all the attention was put on you.

"And I don't often say this, but she did a bloody good job of it. I could even say she did it better than me," he teased and you covered your face with your hands. The crowd screamed even louder at the mention of your name.

"However, I'd still like to one-up her. This is Kiwi," he finished and immediately his band started playing the tune to Kiwi.

As he began the first chorus he locked eyes with you and sang the song to you. You couldn't look away, the tension from earlier returning. His eyes were ablaze with lust as he sang the line "such a pretty face on a pretty neck." His eye contact was so intense, that your stomach began to tense and you could feel yourself throbbing for him, embarrassed that your thighs were now slick with arousal. He smirked as he saw the effect he had on you and turned back to the audience who were loving the cheeky glances Harry was paying you. You managed to get through the entire song without completely losing it but when he spat up water at the end of the song you almost collapsed.

"You alright there Y/N?" one of his friends asked you taking in your flustered state and you just nodded in response, having seemingly lost the ability to speak. Harry began to bow to the crowd, thanking them for tonight and then the lights fell and you were plunged into complete darkness. When the house lights rose again, Harry had disappeared and you looked around confused, not really knowing where to go next. His friends did however and you followed them back to the tent you had been in earlier. As you entered, you heard a squeal and spotted Lizzo coming toward you. She had been somewhat of a fairy godmother to you throughout your music career and you loved her dearly.

"Y/N!" she called and you grinned widely.

"Hey, bitch! You did so well!" you gushed as she pulled you into a hug.

"Aww, thanks girlie. Anyway, your man did most of the work," she smirked at you.

"He's not my man. I haven't even properly met him," you reminded her.

"Girl, he has not shut up about you since he saw you perform this afternoon. I am sick to death of hearing about you, no offence. Anyway you better get ready to properly meet him because he's coming this way," she said and you whirled around, spotting a sweaty Harry Styles making his way towards you both.

"Shit," you whispered, stomach filling with nerves.

"Hello there," he said grinning down at you.

"Hello, Harry. Been quite a stalker today," you smirked, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

"Only for you," he said as he winked. Fuck this man was smooth.

"Please get a room you two," Lizzo groaned as she walked away and you blushed a deep red, hoping in the low light Harry might not notice.

"Thank you for inviting me," you expressed. "You were incredible,"

"Could say the same about you. And thank you for coming. So I could show you how to actually perform Kiwi," he teased and you smacked him on the shoulder.

"You said my cover was good!" you retorted and he chuckled, slipping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into him.

"It is good love, just teasing you," he smirked down at you, admiring you secretly from above. "Anyway, I would like to formally invite you to the afterparty. Would you like to come?" he proposed and your heart swelled.

"Uh, wow, that's very nice of you. I'll have to check what my brother's doing though," you said, not wanting to abandon Zep at the festival.

"He's very welcome to come as well," Harry assured and you grinned at him.

"You're very kind, let me just give him a ring," you replied pulling out your phone. After a couple of tries, you eventually got a hold of him.

"Zep?" you asked.

"Yeah," he replied, weirdly out of breath.

"Uh, we've been invited to an afterparty. Wanna go?" you asked.

"Um, I'm a bit tied up at the moment, but you go, it will be good fun Goose," he responded, still out of breath. You raised your eyebrows suspiciously.

"When you say you're tied up..." you began, smirking slightly.

"Oh fuck off Y/N!" he exclaimed and you giggled.

"Have fun with Holly, I guess I'll stay away from the house tonight then," you teased.

"Uh, I mean don't come back in the next hour," and you scrunched up your face in disgust.

"Ew Zep, I'm going now. I'll be back late." you grimaced not wanting to think about your brother's sex life.

"Bye," he strained out before quickly hanging up. You pulled a face as you put your phone back into your pocket.

"Y' alright?" Harry asked as he spotted the face you were pulling.

"I am more than happy to come to this afterparty. I don't wanna go anywhere near the place I'm staying at, my brother's bought back a girl," you groaned and Harry laughed.

"Sound's good to me. Wanna come hang out till then yeah?" and you shrugged.

"I mean, I have been sexiled from my house, so what other choice do I have?" you said as you both began walking to the trailers behind the stage.

"Sexiled?"

"Yeah exiled because someone's having sex, god keep up Harry," you reprimanded him cheekily and he chuckled.

"Come on then, let's go get drunk," he whispered in your ear and you grinned back at him, shivers running through your body.

The afterparty was heaving. Luckily it was full of many people in the music industry who you had met before, so you went around having a really good time with everyone. However, you didn't really go more than 15 minutes before naturally gravitating toward Harry and hanging out with him. You both kept getting each other drinks and becoming much more flirtatious and giggly as you got tipsier and tipsier.

At around 3am, you, Harry and a few other people were all outside singing loudly to whatever songs would come on the stereo. You were currently sitting with your feet dipped in the pool while Harry and Lizzo belted I Will Survive to each other. You laughed loudly as Harry skipped back and forward, putting on a good show. After the song finished he came over to you, sitting behind you, so you were between his legs and leaning on his chest.

"How you doing love," he asked gently and you grinned up at him.

"This has genuinely been the best day of my life," you gushed and you swore you saw something flicker in Harry's eye when you said that. It wasn't lust, it was something else. However, it vanished as soon as it appeared and was soon replaced with his cheeky grin. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and you sighed as he pulled you back into him.

"Wanna make it even better?" he whispered lowly in your ear and your whole body tingled with arousal.

"Hm, Mr Styles, that is a very tempting offer. One I may have to take you up on," you flirted back and he was up quicker than lightning, pulling you with him. He began to lead you to a darker area of the garden, full of palm trees and bushes. He stopped next to one palm tree, pulling you so your back was against it and you were staring up at him with lust blown eyes.

"Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you," he breathed as you tilted your head up towards his.

"Yes, please," you gasped and you barely finished your sentence before he crashed his lips into yours, hungrily devouring you with his mouth. Your tongues slid over each other, as you explored his mouth, moaning when he grabbed your hips and pushed you into the tree harder and grabbed a handful of your bum.

"Fuck, Harry," you moaned as he began to kiss your neck, sucking hard in places which you knew would leave a mark in the morning.

"I have been wanting to do this since your performance today," he groaned as he continued to kiss your neck. "You look exquisite in this outfit love,"

You grinned at his compliments, lifting his head up to meet yours again and pulling him into yet another passionate kiss. You ran your hands down the side of his waist and he groaned into your mouth, as your finger ran just above the belt on his jeans.

"Come home with me," he pleaded as he pulled away from you and you nodded shyly in response, wanting nothing more right now. He pulled you away from the palm tree, leading you back up the garden and into the house. You could feel eyes watching you but you ignored them all as you followed Harry through the house. He grabbed the coat that he had bought and then went out to the car that was waiting for him. The minute you had shut the car door, he crashed his lips back into yours again and you responded briefly before remembering the poor driver in the front of the car. Placing a hand on Harry's chest you shook your head.

"Wait," you scolded and he nodded quickly, already submitting to you and you smirked. You could have fun with this.

The drive home was agonising, you wanted to touch him so badly and you could tell he felt the same, as he was squeezing your leg and running his hand along the inside of your thigh. At first, you were loving the feeling of it but then you decided you wanted to mess with him a bit and show him who really was in charge. Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to his neck and then leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Did I say you could touch me yet?" you playfully scolded and his eyes widened. He gulped and shook his head, removing his hand from your thigh.

"That's right babe, no touching till I say you can," you ordered and he groaned slightly, loving this dominant side of you. Luckily you pulled up outside his house at this point and he quickly reached over to pull the door open. You both tumbled out, thanking the driver as you did. You barely had time to appreciate the beauty of the home Harry was staying in as he fumbled to unlock the door and dragged you through the house towards the bedroom. Before he opened the door, he pulled you into another kiss, this one deep and slow. You moaned into his mouth as his hands came up to cup your face. However, you needed more so you pushed against his arms and he got the hint and pulled away, smirking as he pulled you into the bedroom.

"Lay down," you told him and he obeyed you, scooting backwards on the bed so he was resting against the headboard. You smirked and slowly undid the button on your trousers, letting them fall to the floor so you were just in the black bikini. He visibly swallowed, eyeing up your figure as you strutted over to the bed, crawling up his body until you were straddling his hips, your clothed core pressing down on his throbbing cock.

"God, Y/N," he moaned as you moved your hips to grind down on him. He moved his hands to grab hold of your hips but you pushed them off.

"Remember, no touching unless I say," you scolded him and he nodded fervently, wanting to obey your every command. You leant forward and pressed long open-mouthed kisses along his neck, as your hands ran under his shirt to feel his chest. He groaned as you pinched his nipple and fumbled with the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. You sat back, to admire his tattoos, but he groaned as you rolled over his dick again.

"Please Y/N," he begged, fisting the sheets, as you began to kiss down his chest.

"I know what you want," you teased as you fiddled with the button on his trousers. "I'll get there."

You popped his trousers open and tugged on the waist of them. He got the message and lifted up his hips so you could pull them down, along with his boxers. His member slapped up against his stomach and you had to admit, it was a lot larger than you thought it would be.

Seductively, you moved down his body, so you were laying on your stomach between his legs. You began pressing kisses on the inside of his thighs and Harry thought he might explode just at the sight of your gorgeous body between his legs.

"Need it Y/N," he pleaded as you kept teasing him.

"Need what?" you asked back fluttering your eyes innocently.

"Need y'mouth, please."

"Since you asked so nicely," you smirked and you moved forward slightly to wrap your lips around the head of his cock, cupping his balls as you did so. He bucked up his hips, so you opened your mouth wider and took him into your mouth until you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. You slid your tongue up one side, tracing his pulsing veins and then bobbed your head back down taking him all in again. He was moaning and cursing loudly underneath you and it encouraged you to go faster.

"Fuck, please let me touch you, please," he cried out as he took in the sight of you. Your pretty mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, tears trailing down your cheeks, staining them with mascara. He knew he would never ever forget this image till the day he died.

"You wanna touch me?" you asked, your voice low and raspy and he nodded fervently.

"Need your words, babe," you reminded, smirking at him.

"Please," he whimpered and you gave in, undoing your bikini top as your response. His eyes were fixated on your chest as you removed it, and he quickly tucked his hands under your arms to pull you back up over him. His lips quickly met yours, much rougher this time as his hands raked down your back and under your bikini bottoms to squeeze your ass. You moaned and threw your head back, so he latched onto your nipple with his mouth, sucking and licking around it, sometimes nipping it slightly. You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs and you knew you needed him soon. However, he had other ideas.

"Move up," he groaned, pushing your bum forwards. You frowned slightly and then you smirked, realising what he wanted.

"You want me to sit on that pretty face?" you whispered in his ear.

"Yes, fuck, please Y/N," he groaned, so you quickly placed your knees on either side of his face. You grabbed the top of the headboard so you could balance, before looking down at him, seeing his eyes filled with excitement. He moved one hand to grip your ass and used the other to move your panties out of the way as you lowered your dripping centre onto his expectant mouth. You moaned loudly as he moved his tongue up through your folds, collecting the moisture which had gathered there, up to your clit which he sucked harshly on. You gasped loudly, never having had anyone eat you out this well before. Your head fell forward in pleasure as he continue to circle your clit with his tongue and you knew you weren't gonna last long. You closed your eyes and threaded your hands through Harry's hair and tugged which generated a moan from him.

"Fuck!" you cried out as the moan sent vibrations through you, your stomach tightening. In response, he harshly slapped your ass sending you jolting forwards, so his tongue pushed into your hole and your legs shook as you neared your orgasm.

"God, Harry!" you moaned loudly as you tipped over the edge, your release coursing through your body. He stared up at you in awe as your gripped onto the headboard for dear life, your whole body shaking due to the orgasm ripping through you. He licked you one last time, drawing a sharp breath from you before he gently pushed you back down his body. You pressed your forehead against his as you tried to calm your breathing from the incredible orgasm you had just had. You could feel his cock pressing against you, red and leaking and you knew you need him inside you. Grabbing his shoulder you pulled him so he was on top of you, searching your eyes to figure out what you wanted.

"I need you to fuck me, Harry," you demanded and his eyes blazed with hunger as he reached over to the bedside table to pull out a condom. As he did that, you pushed your bikini down so it wasn't in the way anymore. He pulled the condom on and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Open those legs for me darlin'," he whispered sensually in your ear and you could have come just from that alone. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he slowly pushed into you, not wanting to hurt you and letting you to adjust to his size. You groaned loudly as he stretched you out and you had never felt this full before.

"Fuck, Harry," you breathed, your walls clenching around him and he groaned, thrusting into your slightly. You raked your nails down his back, encouraging him to thrust into you again and he did, harder this time, shocking you with how he had taken over the situation.

"You're so tight for me," he gasped as he picked up the pace, slamming into you and you almost screamed in pleasure. This was gonna wreck you for sure. Your skin was flushed and Harry had a line of sweat on his forehead as he pounded into you again and again. Your moans turned almost pornographic as he dipped his head to suck hard on the skin between your neck and your shoulder. He was hitting the exact right spot and you couldn't get enough. His eyes darkened as your arms wrapped around his neck and they were about to snake into his hair before he grabbed your wrists with his large hand and held them down above your head.

"Don't move em," he warned as he continued to fuck you, his dominant side coming out now. His other hand snaked between you to rub your clit and you could feel yourself nearing the edge. He gripped your wrist tightly as you squirmed below him, your second orgasm ripping through you as curses and moans tumbled out of your lips in pure ecstasy. Watching you come for a second time had Harry reaching his orgasm as well and his thrusts became more clumsy as he reached the edge.

"I wanna cum," he groaned, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"Cum baby," you whispered in his ear, absolutely spent at this point. That tipped him over the edge and his body shuddered as he spilt into the condom, almost collapsing on top of you, just catching himself at the last moment. He released your wrists and you put them back around his neck, stroking the top of his back slightly and he nuzzled into you, still inside you, trying to slow his breathing.

"Fuck, Y/N, you are something else," he mumbled into your neck and you giggled slightly, still overwhelmed by the situation.

"That was incredible Harry," you breathed as he rolled off you, sitting up to discard the condom in a nearby bin, turning his head to admire your glistening naked body.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked gently and your heart melted slightly. "Water? Towel?"

"Water would be great," you smiled back, realising how dry the back of your throat felt from all the gasps and moans.

"Course love," he said as he got up to go to the kitchen to get you some water. You admired his gorgeous body as he walked away before you swung your shaky legs over the side of the bed and padded to the bathroom. Once you had cleaned yourself up and peed you made your way back into the bedroom where Harry was waiting on the bed with two glasses of iced water. He'd put on some boxers now but stared over your naked figure hungrily as you approached him.

"Here's your water," he said passing it to you and you took slow gentle sips as you sat back down next to him, leaning into his side. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you looked up, moving to press a slow and gentle kiss to his cold lips. He smiled into the kiss, it was a lot softer than before, a sort of kiss to assure each other that you were ok.

"Thank you, Harry," you said as you placed the water on the bedside.

"Call me H, everyone does," he told you and you nodded.

"H. I like it," you grinned, trying it out. He smiled gently back and you saw the same flicker in his eyes that you had seen by the pool. You just couldn't figure it out.

You shivered a bit beside him, the adrenaline beginning to wear off and it didn't go unnoticed by Harry.

"Cold darlin? Can I get you some clothes," he asked and you nodded, considering that your only other options were the clothes you wore to the festival. He got up again and busied about in his closet, searching for stuff for you to wear. As he did, you sent a quick text to your brother saying you were safe and would be back in the morning. Then you snuggled down into his sheets and you could feel your eyes beginning to close. You were exhausted from the sex you just had and could barely stay awake.

"C'mon love, can't fall asleep on me just yet," you heard Harry's low voice mumble from above you and you peaked one eye open, seeing him holding some clothes in one hand and bed sheets in the other. You hummed in response, sleepily pushing yourself up to take the clothes from Harry. He chuckled at your state and sat down beside you, snaking an arm around your back to hold you up as you slipped his oversized t-shirt on and pulled a pair of his boxers up your legs.

"Can ya stand up for me, love, just wanna change the sheets," he asked and you nodded, even though your shaky legs betrayed you. Harry shook his head slightly and scooped you up, placing you in a nearby armchair as he quickly changed the sheets, so you could sleep in a clean fresh bed. After he did that, he came back over to you and after pressing a gentle kiss against your lips, he carried you back over to the bed and placed you on it. He got in on the other side and smiled as you cuddled into him, placing a hand on his chest and gently kissing his shoulder.

"Y'alright love," he asked wanting to make sure you were ok after everthing you had just done.

"Never better H," you mumbled. "You good?"

"Course, love," he said as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. You happily sighed against him as you drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

The light shone brightly into the room as Harry awoke, realising he'd forgotten to draw the blinds before he went to bed. He groaned slightly, feeling pressure on his arm, and once he had focused his eyes he realised it was you, back pressed into his chest and your head resting on his arm. He smiled, slightly because he couldn't believe he had woken up in a bed with you of all people. He had admired you since you started your music career, having watched your cover of his song about 100 times. He was so impressed with how you had handled it all and it helped that he thought your music was incredible. And now here you were, all snuggled up in his bed and he couldn't help but admire your peaceful form as you slept, your chest slowly rising and falling and the sun highlighting all your curves.

As much as he thought you looked magnificent in the morning light, his arm was beginning to go numb, so he slowly removed it from under your head, trying to not wake you up and carefully climbed out of bed. He padded through to the kitchen to make you some coffee for when you woke up. As he went, he grabbed one of his favourite vinyl records and placed it on the record player, gentle music beginning to fill the kitchen.

In the bedroom you stirred awake, immediately becoming aware of the delicious ache between your thighs. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the events of the night before and you stretched out your sore muscles as you rolled over in the bed. You were slightly surprised to find the other side empty, but you could hear the quiet music coming from the kitchen so you knew Harry was nearby. Slowly you moved to the edge of the bed, carefully placing your feet on the floor, still feeling a bit fragile from the night before. You spotted your reflection in the mirror opposite the bed and you chucked. You had been right, Harry had absolutely wrecked you. There was a scattering of love bites covering your shoulders and your neck, your hair was matted from Harry running his hands through it and there were slight bruises on your wrists from where he held them down. You didn't mind at all, it had been the best sex of your life. You stood up shakily and went to the bathroom to make yourself a bit more presentable and then as you were about to leave to go to the kitchen, you spotted something black and fluffy poking out of one of the closets. You went over and opened the door and there it was. The coat Harry had worn on his first week at Coachella. Looking at it, a wicked idea crossed your mind and you smirked to yourself.

In the kitchen, Harry was humming along to the music as he busied himself making the coffees. He didn't hear you come in but you cleared your throat making him aware you were there. Smiling, he poured the hot water into your mug, back turned to you.

"Morning love made you a..." he trailed off as he turned around and saw what you were wearing. His long black coat hung over your completely naked body, your pink wet folds were just visible underneath and he could make out the swell of your breasts. His jaw had dropped open as he took you in, and his body immediately flushed with arousal.

"Fuck Y/N," he breathed and you smirked.

"Morning H," you giggled as you walked over to where he stood, the coat trailing behind you. As you reached him, he put your mug down and basically dropped to his knees in front of you. You threaded your hand through his hair and tugged it back so he was looking up at you.

"Right where you belong," you whispered and he groaned, seeing your dominant side coming out again.

"Fuck, baby, please can I taste you?" he begged, already moving the coat out of the way to get to your dripping centre.

"God, yes H," you gasped and he buried his face in your folds, beginning to ravish you in his kitchen.

You had a small smile on your face as you and Harry drove back to your place. You were sitting sideways, legs hanging over Harry's lap and he was absentmindedly fiddling with your anklet with one hand and stroking your knee with his other. Both of you were wearing sunglasses to hide your tired eyes and you had to borrow one of Harry's jumpers to cover the mess he made on your neck and your shoulders. After eating you out in the kitchen, he'd had you on the countertop, in the shower and on the sofa. You had never met a man with such stamina before or who just knew exactly what made you tick. You were sure you had never had sex that good before and if you didn't see Harry again, you were sure you'd never have sex that good again. But also another part of you wanted to see him again because you genuinely really enjoyed his company. He was cheeky and funny, no one had made you laugh quite as much as he had, but he was also gentle and kind and had treated you so well throughout your whole time with him.

That's why, when you pulled up outside the place you were staying, you were filled with great sadness. Harry turned to you, his brow furrowed too and leaned over to place a kiss on your lips, this time very gentle and slow. You sighed into it, wanting it never to end.

"When are you leaving Palm Springs?" he asked and you sighed.

"Later today actually," you told him and his face dropped.

"So soon?" he queried, as the festival didn't end for another two days.

"Yeah, I have to get back to New York, my tour starts in a week and I'm nowhere near prepared enough to leave," you explained, wishing you could stay here longer, in his arms. Plus your upcoming European tour meant you would be out of America for about 4 months and there would really be no opportunity to see him anyway.

"Oh," he muttered. "Uh, well I wish you luck with everything Y/N," He said quickly, the sweetness of his voice from earlier disappearing. You looked at him confused at this sudden change in emotion.

"Thank you, you too. Good luck with the new album," you responded and he just nodded in response. You swung your legs off him, still confused as to why he was acting like this.

"Bye," he muttered, staring at his hands and you sighed.

"I'm sorry Harry. Goodbye," you kissed him on the cheek and quickly rushed out of the car. You didn't know why you apologised you just felt as if you had done something wrong. You walked quickly to your front door and you were fumbling around with your keys when you heard a door slam behind you and your name being called. You turned around and Harry was jogging towards you, grabbing your face and pulling you into a passionate kiss. You moaned as you kissed him back, tongue slipping into his mouth and groaning as he bit on your bottom lip. Eventually, he pulled back, slightly breathless.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you again at some point but I guess I realised that was going to be really hard. I shouldn't have left it like that," he rushed out and you smiled at him, placing your hand on his cheek.

"I know. Don't forget me H," you smirked and he shook his head.

"Never," he responded as you turned and unlocked the door, slipping into the house but not before blowing him a kiss. He stood there after you shut the door, feeling very mixed emotions. He couldn't believe what had just happened over the last 24 hours and while he was over the moon it had happened, he was sad it would be a while before he would see you again. He knew it wasn't just lust he felt towards you, it was something more.

part 2

hello all! this originally was going to be a one-shot however I seem to be incapable of writing anything under 5k words so I've had to split it into two parts. the second part will come out tomorrow or the day after. hope you enjoy!

sloane xx

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onlythebravest · 1 year

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recently read: feburary 2023 🌋

I’ve succeeded to keep track of what I’ve read for another month! go me!! and don’t ask me about my header choices, they’re decided on whatever I was thinking about when I made them. and last night I watched a documentary about volcanoes.

If you decide to check any of these fics out, make sure to show the author some love. Leave kudos, a comment and, if possible, reblog (or retweet) the fic post! and a big thank you to all these amazing authors! thank you for sharing your writing with us!

Wed’n Walk (Or, We Went to Amsterdam Together) by @hellolovers13 (E, 11k, friends to lovers, share a bed, fluff) When Harry had first started planning his honeymoon to Amsterdam, he had not envisioned ending up there with his best friend. Or getting fake-married to him for 24 hours.

On The Horizon by FitzAndLarry (E, WIP, 148k+, fake relationship, cruise) Drunk, loose, and excited on the first night of his two-week-long cruise, Doctor Harry Styles finds himself with a little extra company on what has turned out to be a lonely experience. Louis, the pilot who helped fly him across the Atlantic, is the object of his fling. Thus begins an adventure filled with laughter, sun, and trauma rearing its ugly head. Deadline on their companionship, the pair commit to enjoying their time - and Harry, the screw-up he is, can't help but lose himself in the fantasy.

I’m so invested in these characters and love learning more stuff about them, from the small things to the big things! i’m so excited to follow along on the rest of the journey these characters have

Let's Get Skating by @wabadabadaba (G, 1.3k; a/b/o, beta/omega, meet cute) Or, Harry plans on going ice skating alone but those plans change when a very cute stranger forgets his headphones.

this was soo cute, we really need more a/b/o fics with non-traditional pairing, esp ones including betas.

did I upset you, daddy? (take out your frustration on me) by @larrydoinglaundry (E, 3.5k, established, pwp, voyeurism) Harry misbehaves, so Louis gets off without him. Harry of course has to watch.

Miia is one author that I can drop everything for when she publishes a new fic, and that’s exactly what I did with this. No regrets!!

Angels Fly by LilyBlue28 (NR, 203k, a/b/o, werewolves, war) A magical love story featuring a generations long grudge, a menacing curse, and secrets that keep pulling them apart. Will they be able to find a way back to one another through the dark?

I actually read this two times in a row, because after finishing it the first time I had no idea how to move on.

to be a better man by @thedevilinmybrain (E, 9.9k, cheating, smut) “Just giving you an out, lad. Like Harry would even look at you. He’s too busy crawling up my ass to notice anyone else.” Leon snarls, rolling his eyes in a dismissive shake of his head. “But if you’re so concerned, go see what he wants. Make him happy enough to leave me alone, eh? Since you’re so worried.”

Jennifer is another of my “drop everything and go read” authors, and she didn’t disappoint either!

a concert six months from now by Wolfiemcwolferson (M, 82k, right person wrong time, angst, open ending) Harry Styles met Louis Tomlinson at the Hollywood Bowl in 2011 and it's going to be a problem for the rest of his life. feat: songwriting for Niall, The National, Martin guitars, pearls, and the author's love letter to the cliffs of La Jolla.

this fic was absolutely amazing. I haven’t seen a lot of “right person, wrong time” fics, so that was really fun. It has a bunch of drabbles I haven’t gotten to yet too.

Backstage at the Grammy’s by @neondiamond (M, <1k, established, canon) There’s someone waiting in Harry’s dressing room after his performance at the Grammy’s.

More cute stuff from Jess that never disappoints

Drops of Jupiter by @itsmotivatingcara (M, 121k, murder mystery, autistic Louis, enemies to lovers) In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with.

Loved the autism representation in this!!

When The Stars Come Out by @briannamarguerite (E, 30k, fake relationship, pining, sexual tension) Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma's boyfriend for her horrid cousin's wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.

The Warmth of Your Body by @zanniscaramouche (M, 46k, a/b/o, werewolves, slow burn, war) Or: historical full shift werewolf packs and Louis looking a little too attractive even when covered in blood.

Devil in my brain, whispering my name by @lunarheslwt (E, 9.1k, angel/demon, pwp) Or, Louis, a demon, shows Harry, an angel, just how good it can feel to give in to temptation and sin.

WING KINK!!! I’m such a big fan of wing kink fics, so thank you Niv for writing it!

The Top of Your Lungs by @zanniscaramouche (M, 31k, a/b/o, werewolves, slow burn, war) There is something about Harry Styles and the way the moon sings his name, but will it be enough to convince Louis to face the misbegotten power latent in his veins? Through the throes of battle and passion, it's a test of will-power for Louis to keep himself from doing the unimaginable and following his heart.

Good Dogs Don’t Bark by @haztobegood (M, 2.2k, established, canon, pet play) “Don’t know where it came from, but it’s here to stay,” Harry laughed into the mic. Barking at the crowd gave him such a thrill. He couldn’t remember the first time he barked at the crowd, but he remembered how it made his heart race every time. He always wondered how his Master would react if he were there. Would he be punished for barking in public? But Louis had been busy with his own world tour, and Harry kept barking.

I Do (I Don't) by @greenfeelings (E, WIP, 12k+, fake relationship, pining) In which it’s Niall’s big day and Zayn’s got a foolproof plan (he doesn’t), Liam is completely clueless to what's going on around him (he isn’t), Harry thinks he’s only imagined there’s a spark between Louis and him (he hasn’t), and Louis ends up in the biggest mess ever created (he really does).

Unplant by @hellolovers13 (M, 4.4k, meet cute ish, trans Harry) Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

Teach me how to love by @perfectdagger (E, 70k, strangers to friends to lovers, friends with benefits, practice sex) The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

I love fics that have bad sex, and this sex was truly awful - I loved it!

All these years by @guccistrawberries (M, 6.7k, friends to lovers, love confessions) or Harry and Louis finally get it right.

John Doe by FitzAndLarry (G, 12k, coffee shop, shy Louis, strangers to lovers) There's a boy taking the stand at the open mic night where Harry works as a barista, and he's going to find out the boy's name if it's the last thing he does. An ode to Never Shout Never, and a story about finding a new home.

Feelin' It Out by @itsnotreal (E, 2.9k, meet cute, banter, pwp) Or out having drinks with Liam leads Harry to a sushi date with Louis, the beautiful man he kept catching eyes with across the room.

Feel my breath upon your thighs by @larrydoinglaundry (E, 3k, established, dom/sub, pwp) Harry just really likes Louis' cock.

Like air to the fire I need you to breathe by @larrydoinglaundry (E, 5k, a/b/o, established, nesting) Harry is in preheat and Louis is nervous about his upcoming heat, fearing that he might not be able to fulfill his mate's needs. Lucky for him, Harry knows how to push the right buttons to get him relaxed.

Previous months: Jan

#28th appreciation #fic rec #trackinghome #hlcreators #hlsource #trackinghappily

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gaylilhippie · 11 months

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Beachwood Cafe - 29. You (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1346320668-beachwood-cafe-29-you?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=cait_the_gr8&wp_originator=Adn2I6XfpQtxtR9FbIpqZe8wjfRIjlCseQNhROFuOsCl2baKYjyDWjtSo690knkdv7Gy%2BTPptIP5gbONsM3LC2M2c9A1BRHNwry2ALGRW3nNOge4Q3hk2jfCUKzwGyag *MATURE CONTENT* "And the coffee is out, at the Beachwood cafe" Harry Styles finds himself the winner of two additional Grammy's bringing his career total to 3 Grammy awards. He wakes up the day after the Grammy's to find himself feeling uninspired and with one hell of a crushing hangover. He is so disappointed in his performance from the previous evening that he just wants to escape it all. All he wants, is to crawl back into bed with his favorite coffee order, but fate or destiny has something else entirely in store for him. ******** A strangers to friends, and possibly more fanfic, Famously, Softrry, Story with some grief, loss, and picking yourself up, a slow burner based off of a dreamy idea ******** *DISCLAIMER* This story includes mature content, ex) cursing , mature adult content, smut, and some heavier and darker themes . Some subjects may be trigger, please be advised to read the chapter warnings before you begin reading. This is my first posted fan fiction writing, and it is a hobby of mine that, if all goes well, I will continue to pursue. Happy Reading! :)

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ao3feed-larry · 1 year

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seems you cannot be replaced (a grammy´s 2023 drabble)

by tea4lou28

Harry has his Grammy performance and Louis watches him at a public viewing. They celebrate Harry´s win together. They may not be able to openly be together right now, but they have each other. And that is enough, for now.

Words: 2509, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Harry Styles Loves Louis Tomlinson, Fluff, Romance, No Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, True Love, Grammy Awards, Heartwarming, Supportive Louis Tomlinson

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oldsou1hippi3 · 11 months

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Beachwood Cafe (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/333998972-beachwood-cafe?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=cait_the_gr8&wp_originator=pDlHETQsyqA6Eb%2BmWe424YRolBTaVJ%2BnXF5JkwVWFBKKubkFOvRjwXXNGj191g8VCsbAxt%2Bsx%2BC1FU129qwBZ5Btsxv7o7Yw%2FY2aI8BeqEdzcrQxjv9d1DpqEHAxNXJo *MATURE CONTENT* "And the coffee is out, at the Beachwood cafe" Harry Styles finds himself the winner of two additional Grammy's bringing his career total to 3 Grammy awards. He wakes up the day after the Grammy's to find himself feeling uninspired and with one hell of a crushing hangover. He is so disappointed in his performance from the previous evening that he just wants to escape it all. All he wants, is to crawl back into bed with his favorite coffee order, but fate or destiny has something else entirely in store for him. ******** A strangers to friends, and possibly more fanfic, Famously, Softrry, Story with some grief, loss, and picking yourself up, a slow burner based off of a dreamy idea ******** *DISCLAIMER* This story includes mature content, ex) cursing , mature adult content, smut, and some heavier and darker themes . Some subjects may be trigger, please be advised to read the chapter warnings before you begin reading. This is my first posted fan fiction writing, and it is a hobby of mine that, if all goes well, I will continue to pursue. Happy Reading! :)

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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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Grammy Nominated Boyfriend

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Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Summary: blurb! at harry's side during his performance at the grammy's.

Warning: it’s mainly just fluff

a/n: hey guys!! i’m back with a small BLURB w grammy!harry. though i don’t support the grammys and everything that’s goes on with it. i’m really proud of H for winning his first grammy. also not to mention he opened the grammy’s. hope you enjoy:))

“Baby, calm down. Don’t forget how hard you’ve worked for this. You’ll do amazing,” you tried to tell him to calm his nerves.

Today was one of the biggest days in his career, and to say he’s nervous is an understatement. The whole week has been leading up to this day. All the rehearsals and perfecting this performance was gonna come to life.

You knew you were lucky to meet Harry when you got the job to be one of his backing vocalist during his first tour. You never thought you would fall in love with the man. Then again who wouldn’t? You were so grateful to be able to be by his side. Especially during a day like this.

“Thank you for being here,” he said leaning into you for a kiss. Harry wouldn’t know what to do if you were here with him.

“Always, H,” you replied between kisses smiling.

“Tastes like strawberries On a summer evenin”

It started. During the performance the cameras had caught the loving glances you and Harry would give each other. Looking around the room to see amazing people watching Harry. Gave you so many ways to think how proud of Harry you were. You don’t even think you have enough words to explain it.

Once the camera turned away and the performance was over. Harry collided into you feathering your face with kisses. Which Jeff had caught on camera with his phone while watching you two with Mitch and a very pregnant Sarah.

“I love you.”

“And I love you,” pulling each other for a passionate kiss.

“H, I’m so incredibly proud of you, and thank you for letting me to be by your side on this journey with you,” you told him beaming.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else,” he said while stroking you cheek with admiration pressing his forehead to yours.

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gucciwins · 3 years

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Leather and Lace

The one where Harry goes to the Grammy's and Y/N is his date

Word count: 4,960

A/N: Hello beautiful friends! Harry at the Grammy's just blew me away, the leather look is all I want to talk about for the rest of my life.

I was feeling inspired and decided it was only fitting to continue Adore You. Part two is Three Time following nominations. So this is part three. Yes, I have a soft spot for Harry and Atticus. Will always write for them if the inspiration strikes.

warnings: smut (female pleasure), pandemic

There's been one thought running through Y/N's head for most of the day, and Harry can tell because it's nearing five pm and she has not started on dinner. Instead, she's sitting on the backyard steps that give her the beautiful view of the pacific ocean, an empty glass of wine in hand.

Harry doesn't say anything, just sits next to her, knowing she will speak when she's ready, but he also knows she enjoys the quiet moments with him.

Y/N leans her head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath before settling down the wine glass to wrap her arms around his bicep.

"You asked me an important question."

"Wasn't that important." He shrugs.

"Harry," No nickname making sure he knows she's serious. "It is important. You asked me to be your date to the Grammys where you're opening the show and are a three-time nominee during a pandemic."

"Well, when you put it like that." He teases.

Y/N and Harry made two years of dating on February 16. To celebrate, they had dinner from their favorite Italian food place with chocolate strawberries for dessert that Atticus made for them with the help of Mitch and Sarah, who were more than pleased to take him for the night. It was a beautiful day primarily spent in bed talking and enjoying each other, reminding each other how much they were loved and would continue to be as years went on.

Two years and their relationship has been well hidden. Honestly, Jeff has been impressed at how not one word has gotten out. This may be due to only close friends and family knowing about the relationship. Also that they spent almost one entire year inside due to this ongoing pandemic.

She's not worried about others finding out about her relationship with Harry; that isn't her big concern; it is what they will say about her and Atticus. Harry is a single dad to the world, and Atticus is his first priority, and everyone knows that; she does not want to be the reason they write about how Harry is a neglecting father for dating someone so openly. She fears the backlash and how it can affect how Harry sees her.

Reasonably, Y/N knows that won't happen and that Harry sees her as his life partner as he's told her on multiple occasions. Also, the assurance that Atticus gives to her by calling her Mum more openly around their family. The constant I love you's get her through it.

"I understand if you aren't ready, love."

"Don't think I'll ever be ready, but there are lots of times where I just find myself wanting to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you." Harry smiles, knowing he's felt the exact same way.

"Yes, I'll be your date to the Grammys." She breathes out after a moment of silence.

Harry sits up straight, shifting to make her look him in the eyes. "Yeah, you will?"

"I'd be honored."

Harry's smile is breathtaking, and the next thing she knows, his lips are on hers. It's passionate and full of thank you's because she knows how much this means to him.

He pulls back but not before pecking her lips twice.

"I'm going to call Jeff." Harry rushes inside, leaving her alone once more, but a sincere smile is left on her face.

Y/N said yes because even though a part of her wanted to say no, the urge to say yes won because to be there by his side holding his hand no matter the results win her over.

She says yes because as much as she may have wanted to say no, the urge to say yes and be there by his side, holding his hand no matter the results, wins her over.

Harry comes back ten minutes later, a bottle of champagne in hand, with his eyes shining bright as if he had already won the award. "Jeff said it's all set. He's going to be our third wheel for the night."

She laughs, knowing very well he loves when Jeff has to be around them without his wife now. Always teasing him, but also very happy for him.

"Pop that open then! Let us celebrate." They walk back into the house, getting glasses, when they hear small steps approaching them.

Atticus is thrilled at hearing the news about Harry performing at the Grammys. He got even more excited when he found out Harry was taking Y/N as his date. Told them that she would be the prettiest on the carpet, Harry had pouted, asking what about him. Only to agree when Atticus said no one's beauty compares to his Mum's.

Harry had asked Glenne to watch over Atticus, and she eagerly accepted. They let Atticus know, and he was over the moon excited. Atticus knew his Auntie Glenne had a hard time saying no to him.

In a different time, if there was no pandemic, Harry knows Atticus and Y/N would have been the perfect dates for what is supposed to be a joyous night.

Grammy day arrived, and Harry walked the red carpet alone.

It's something all three agreed on, not at all wanting to steal any attention when it was such a big debut for Harry. As much as Harry wanted photos with her, he knew this was the way to go; she would be sitting next to him for the rest of the night, which he was thankful for.

Harry felt comfortable and happy in his red carpet look. He was wearing a green and yellow check tweed jacket and a tartan sweater combo worn, flared trousers, and lavender boa. It was a bit different but entirely himself, and that's all he wanted.

As soon as he's done posing for photos, he has his mask back on and is ushered into his changing room to change for his performance happening very soon.

Y/N is waiting in there chatting with Sarah, and when Harry opens the door, he's taken back by her beauty. Yes, he saw her dressed at home, but she seems like a dream here in this new light. Y/N is wearing a lilac satin backless dress, a long slit going up her left leg. She's wearing gold heels that their wonderful friend Harry Lambert acquired for her. The gold primrose signet ring adorned her right-hand ring finger. A few more that she has gifts from her mother and others she bought for herself, but his attention is on the one he gives her because even as she is in a conversation with someone she's fidgeting with, she has the feel of it under her fingers.

"Clear the room, friends," Jeff announces. "Styles here has to get ready. We can start heading to the stage."

Everyone is up and out in a matter of seconds, Jeff shutting the door behind him, telling him he only has fifteen minutes.

More than enough.

"Are you going to help me or just sit there ogling me?"

She smirks. "If I help, there's no saying you'll get clothes on in time."

Harry feels a twitch in his trousers and knows she's right. He huffs, not bothering to argue, just throwing his lavender boa in her direction.

"I'll always accept a striptease."

"I should have had Jeff kick you out as well," Harry says, not meaning a single word.

Y/N pouts. "Not nice, H."

"Baby, please. No more teasing, not really a fan of going on television with a boner, especially in leather." Harry stops her before she can continue on.

"Alright, I'll behave."

Harry breathes a sigh of relief because he's always so close to caving in. She has that effect on him.

Y/N sits there, turned on by Harry changing his outfit. What she wishes she was home instead because watching and not being able to touch is absolute torture.

Harry shimmy himself into the leather pants wanting to get Y/N to laugh, and it works like he knew it would.

"Got a nice ass, Styles. Might have to take it for a ride."

Harry mutters a fuck, and she's giggling. "It's like you hate me."

"On the contrary, I adore you."

"Yeah, well, hand me the jacket, please."

Y/N gets up, the black leather cropped jacket in hand; she stands behind him, guiding him to slip in his left arm, followed by his right. It rests perfectly on his shoulders; she let her hands slide down his arms before turning him around and getting a good look at the completed fit.

She takes a step back as Harry reaches for the mint feathered boa slipping it over his shoulders before dramatically swinging it over his left shoulder. He poses a hand on his hip.

"What's the verdict?" He's biting back a laugh.

"I'm in love. You should ask for my help in designing a look more often." Y/N's gaze has not left his exposed torso. The butterfly fly tattoo starting back at her, Harry's a bit leaner, but he's never looked, fitter. Definitely, feel lucky she can run her fingers over his abs as soon as they get home.

"You recommended no shirt."

"And look how right I was. Your fans are going to go crazy."

"There's only one person I care about going crazy." He steps forward, pressing a kiss to her neck before trailing up to her lips. Leaving soft kisses, not giving her more, and she needs it. She needs him to push her up against a wall and just take her.

"Trust me, baby. I'm showing so must restraint right now. Fuck, you need to walk out now before you're late."

Harry smirks; he likes knowing the effect he has on her. She's the reason he's wearing leather, having confessed thinking he'd look really good. And right she was. "Need a good luck kiss."

Y/N nods, bringing a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, the heels adding a few extra inches making her aligned perfectly with his plump pink lips. She's gentle as she connects their lips; he wraps a hand around her waist before taking control of the kiss, slipping his tongue inside; she lets out a soft moan as he kisses her with all he has. Harry pulls away, a dimpled grin on his face. "Lots of luck in that kiss." a

She nods, still in a daze. "I'll be watching, baby."

Harry and Y/N walk out hand in hand, masks on as they find Jeff, who directs him to the stage entrance, a whispered I love you and a final kiss. He's walking towards the stage, greeting each of his band members lingering a second longer with Sarah.

Y/N was grateful she was allowed to watch the performance from a hidden side stage with Jeff by her side. Those three minutes of Harry singing, she was left in awe as she always is; he's got a way of capturing your full attention. She let out a gasp when Harry threw the boa and turned to have exposed his chest, a broad smile on her face. Jeff was trying to stifle a laugh next to her, and she knew he would be passing this information along.

She felt lucky to be loved by Harry.

As soon as Harry finished performing, Jeff ushered her to his changing room where she could watch the other performances as they waited for Harry to join them once more before going to sit at the socially distanced tables.

Harry came back, a deep smirk on his face, his mint boa now resting on Mitch's neck. "What you think, love?"

"You were wonderful; you and the band just killed it. I felt like it was my first time listening to it. Those note changes were beautiful." She hugs him, happy to have him in her arms again. "Get changed, not much time."

Harry nods, going to the clothes rack but comes back to give Y/N a kiss. She feels herself melt into his touch. She pulls away and sees his green eyes glistening. "Thank you for being here." Before she can respond, he's walked away and changing into his previous outfit.

Harry is dressed, and Jeff ushers them out. Harry leads, greeting people as they walk by, occasionally stopping for someone. Y/N falls behind, smiling at everyone from behind a mask, she laughs, remembering others can't see it, but hopefully, they feel it. She spots a women's restroom and grabs Jeff's arm to get him to stop. He turns concerned. She leans in close, letting him know she's heading to the restroom and will catch up soon.

Y/N is walking out of the restroom heading down the hall when she stops hearing her name called. She turns and finds it's her good friend Julia Michaels.

"Hi darling," Y/N greets a large smile hiding behind her mask. "You look brilliant." Julia was dressed in a black gown adorned with white patterns resembling seashells and her tattoos on full display. Y/N was in awe.

"Thank you! As do you." She says, pulling her in a hug. "Is that a bit of an accent I hear?"

Y/N laughs. "Don't know about that; I've been living in London for years now. Might be that I've been around my British friends constantly."

"That or-"

Julia is interrupted by a man calling her name. Y/N sees it's her boyfriend, JP Saxe.

"Ah, the beau is calling for you, it seems." Y/N teases.

"Oh bummer, I love chatting with you. I would tell you all about him, but I'd expect the same."

"What do you mean?" She feigns confusion, but Julia sees past her.

"Well, who's your date?"

She can feel her face warm, knowing exactly who she's referring to.

"I came with my boyfriend," Y/N answers proudly.

Before Julia can respond, Y/N feels a hand on her back and turns to find Harry behind her. "Calling for us to head to our seats, nominations up next."

"Okay, H." She smiles, knowing there was a look of concern for her hiding behind the mask.

Harry seems to remember she was speaking with someone.

"Hello, Julia, lovely music. This one always plays it around the house." Harry knocks his hip with Y/N's. "Especially this new song that's nominated, she always had it playing. Soon my son was singing it as well. It meant I had to join in. I don't like being the odd one out."

"Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you could all enjoy my music. We've been doing the same. Fine Line is a gorgeous album. Best of luck tonight." Julia tells him sincerely.

"You as well."

"One last thing between us."

"Of course," he nods.

"She's a special one; take real good care of her." Y/N has never been more thankful for a mask because it hides her face that she is slowly starting to heat up.

"I like to think I've been doing a good job, or she wouldn't have stuck around for two years so far."

Julia doesn't hide her shock, her eyes go wide, and Harry just smirks.

Y/N laughs. "We have been good at laying low. Except for this one, he likes to always be doing something new."

"What can I say? I like to keep busy." Harry shrugs, knowing everyone knows about his next film in London.

"Now we definitely have to grab dinner soon or a zoom date, I don't know. I want to hear all about it." Y/N can tell Julia is curious but overall happy for her.

With that, they bid each other goodbye, and Harry escorts her to their seats.

"Someone is very open," Y/N tells him, adjusting her dress as she sits down.

"She's a good friend of yours but also Niall's. I know we can trust her." Harry tells her honestly.

"I see. We'll see how interviews go soon." Y/N knows Jeff had told them he had to do at least one interview if he didn't win, and if he did, it would just be him addressing the virtual press room.

Harry is sitting in the middle, Jeff to his left andY/N to his right. He's never felt as safe when they name the nominees for the category.

Y/N feels the tight grip Harry has on her thigh, and his left hand is rubbing up and down his pants to dry the sweat she can only imagine is building up. She looks up at his face, but he's calm, but she knows him; there's a storm of thoughts running through his head. Y/N knows there isn't much to help ease, but she can remind him she's there for him. She lifts his hand that was resting on her thigh to her lips and gives it a gentle kiss through her mask, yes he can't feel it, but the sentiment is there. She sets his hand back, fingers now intertwined with hers. Y/N knows he's looking at her and meets his gaze reassuring him with his eyes she loves him.

Rachelle Erratchu is opening the envelope, and in the next few seconds, she will announce the winner for the best pop solo performance.

"Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!"

Harry sits there shocked, his shoulders dropped, eyes wide, not at all able to hide the shock. He just heard his name called; he just won a Grammy.

In the next second, he's standing up, removing his mask, his nervous smile now able to be seen by the camera. Jeff is quick to pull him in a tight hug. Y/N stands feeling the happiness travel through her entire body.

Harry won.

A mask is no longer hiding his smile, and she knows if she removed her, she'd have a matching smile. Harry hugs her tight, her arms going around his waist; she can feel how fast his heart is beating. Harry is not at all ready to let her go but knows he has an acceptance speech to give.

"You did it, H," she whispers, ushering him to head up the stage.

Harry gets up, letting out a deep breath as he hears the applause continue. He picks up the Grammy for a second before setting it back down. He looks out at the audience, and he's just astounded that he's won.

"Wow, um..." Harry takes a deep breath before starting. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my album came out, during a day off in Nashville. I just wanna say thanks to Tom, Tyler, and Mitch, and everyone, Rob Stringer, everyone at Columbia, my manager Jeffrey who always nudged me to be better and never pushed me and thank you so much, and I feel very grateful to be here." He smiles at Y/N. "Thank you to my son, who has been the light in my life and my biggest fan. Everything I do is for him, and I hope I continue to make him proud. I love you, darling boy." Harry knows he's got only so much time left, but there is one last person to thank. He doesn't address her by name, but everyone in that room knows what he says next is for Y/N as he never takes his eyes off of her.

"Thank you for believing in me. I was not the easiest to deal with when we first met, but you're here and have been every step of the way. Thank you for helping me become a better man each day. I adore you." He chuckles, continuing on, "All these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much; I feel very honoured to be among you, so thank you so much."

Harry walks off stage, leaving the grammy he had just won behind, eager to have Y/N back in his arms. His eyes are set on her; she's standing arms open, ready for him. He melts into her touch, hiding his head in her neck placing a gentle kiss on her exposed neck. "I love you," he whispers.

Y/N softly cradles his cheek as he leans into her touch, her eyes filling with tears of joy. "I love you, H."

Harry pulls away, letting her take a step back as Jeff hugs him tighter than before. He's so happy he places an affectionate kiss on Jeff's masked cheek.

Harry's happy; he knows he didn't need an award to let him know how talented he was, but it was an honor to have his support team by his side as he did receive the award.

Harry had taken Y/N with him to help change, claiming he needed help. Jeff knew better but let them be.

As soon as Harry ushered them into the changing room, he pushed her up against the locked door, ripped his mask off, shoving it in his pocket, kissing down her neck.

Y/n reaches a shaky hand up to remove her mask, letting it fall in Harry's waiting hand to place next to him.

"Kiss me," she breathes.

Harry, never one to deny her, brings his lips to hers. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as he claimed control over her mouth, hungry and intense as if she'd disappear if he would slow down.

Y/N laughs as her hands rest on his shoulder, letting him kiss all the skin she has exposed.

"Baby, you're a Grammy winner." A hand now in his hair as she feels his lips right above the curve of her breasts.

"Just like you."

"Atticus must be so proud," Y/N says, now lost in thought.

Harry pulls back, "As much as I love our baby, please don't mention him as I'm trying to shag you in my dressing room."

Y/N grins nodding, she pushes the plaid jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. "Sorry, did you say shag? Is that Grammy fame getting to your head?" She teases

"The only place my head is going is between your thighs." His voice rough, no longer teasing. She can see the lust building in his emerald eyes.

"Guess I'm the real winner," Y/N tells him, pushing up her dress to reveal her black lace panties, Harry's favorites.

"Fuck." Harry trails his hands down her thighs as he sinks to his knees.

Y/N holds her dress up as Harry begins to pull down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. "Those are too hot to be hidden, baby. Fuck, knowing you had those on the whole time for me has me so hard." He unbuttons his trousers giving himself breathing space.

"Please, baby," Y/N begs, wanting him to give her some kind of release.

"Alright, darling, since we don't have much time."

Y/N has her legs spread open for Harry; her face was flushed, knowing the pleasure Harry would soon bring her. She was wet; she had been since she saw Harry perform in his whole leather outfit; she swears this look will enter her dreams when he's away.

"Love, you're so wet." He smirks, knowing this was for him, but a bit of confirmation never hurt anyone. "All-cause of me?"

"Yes, always wet for you." She breathes out, looking down at him.

Harry leans in, pressing soft kisses on her thigh, getting her to relax, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he's going to. He loves how soft her skin is; he litters kisses as he watches her, still feeling how close he is to where they both want him to be.

Y/N feels like she can't breathe; Harry's teasing always so good but not now. Not when she wants him inside her, but she settles for him eating her out. He's proven more than a dozen times how good he is with his tongue.

"I'm ready, darling. I'm ready to taste you, fuck, you smell amazing, but oh, there's something special about how you taste. Will you let me?" Harry asks, always asking for her consent, never wanting her to feel pressured.

"Yes, please." Harry always knows what she needs; she's happy to relinquish all control to him.

Harry tightened his grips on her thighs, scooting closer. He smiles at how glistening her pussy looks for him. How wet he's made her. He didn't have time for foreplay as much as he wanted to tease her have her withering under his touch. He drove right in, his tongue in between her lips, tasting her sweet juices. It was good, sweet, and just for him.

Y/N let out a moan; Harry wanted more from her; he wanted her a moaning mess. Y/n felt his tongue against her most sensitive spot and felt her knees go weak, fuck; he knew exactly how to bring her the pleasure she seeks.

Harry's eyes were closed, focusing on the noises Y/N was making and savoring the taste.

Y/N has a hand in his hair, her right hand holding up her bunched-up dress. "My winner," she moans out.

"You're always a winner. Fuck, so good." She pants.

"You are….baby" Nothing's making sense. She's lost in her pleasure. Harry was focusing on her clit; he licked at the small peek, knowing she was close.

She pulls harder on his hair, he lets out a moan against her pussy, and it brings her twice the pleasure. "Make me cum, baby." She whines, "Show me exactly why a song about oral sex deserved to win."

Harry, edged on by her words, begins to suck on her clit, letting her feel the ecstasy it brings her. Y/N lost in her pleasure, misses Harry's cursing against her.

"Harry, I'm close." She whimpers out.

"Cum for me, darling." He doesn't slow down, lapping against her pussy, taking everything she gives him. He sucks on her clit, swirling his tongue around as he brings a finger to her hole, gently pushing in, knowing it will drive her over the edge.

"Fuck, you're always a winner. This mouth is always a winner."

Y/N whines out his name, pulling him closer as he licks up all she offered him, letting her ride out her orgasm enjoying every moment. Harry pulls his hand away, setting it on her exposed thigh, drawing small comforting circles, until he's sure she's ridden it through.

She lets out a long sigh as she slides down the door, no longer able to stay standing. Harry grins, guiding her down gently as he sits back on his heels.

"Can I return the favor?" She blinks at him, lust still swimming in her eyes.

Harry blushes but not at all embarrassed. "Watching you cum for me did the job, baby."

She pouts her lips.

"Can treat me to a good time later," he promises; she eagerly nods, already knowing how she'd make him go crazy at him. The taste of him on her tongue later, something to look forward to.

"Think this was the reason you had a third outfit picked." She jokes,

Harry laughs, "Definitely."

Y/N and Harry sit there staring at each other, blissed out in pleasure, taking in the other's smile when a loud knock on the door startles them reminding them where they are.

"When you walk out of here, there better not be a single trace to what you did in there," Jeff tells them.

Harry smirks, "oh Jeffery, who does he take us for?"

Y/N is helped to her feet by Harry, who slips her panties back up her thighs. Y/N walks to the restroom to fix herself while Harry washes his face at the sink provided. Harry is quick to get out of his clothes and into the final outfit of the night. An orange blazer with a white low-cut shirt and plaid pants.

He's ready to step back out and mingle, showing off his girlfriend to everyone who approaches them. Harry stands in front of the mirror looking at the deep red mark on his neck where she left a love bite; he doesn't even remember her giving it to him.

She smirks, seeing him trace his finger over it. Y/N walks up to him, placing the black-feathered boa over his shoulders.

"I could get behind the feathered boas if it means I can leave more kisses like that behind," Y/N tells him as he swings it over his shoulder, adjusting it to hide the mark that would bruise over the next few hours.

"We'll see, love."

Y/N stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. She smooths her hands over her dress, happy with how she looks. Not at all like she was just given the orgasm of her life. Harry smiles, grateful she was here with him on an important day. He loves her, and he knows she loves him.

"Ready, love?" He stands being her, hand on her waist

She turns her head up to look at him, puckering her lips, waiting for a kiss that Harry happily gives her. "Now, I'm ready."

Y/N and Harry walk hand in hand, masks on.

Harry may not have won any more awards, but he truly felt like he had won it all way before ever hearing his name being called. With a woman like Y/N on his side who was intelligent, beautiful, and independent, constantly pushing him to be a better person every day, there was no way he would ever know what it would be like to lose.

Thank you so much for reading! I adore you. Hopefully, the future allows me to write for Harry, Atticus, and Y/N some more but for now I hope you enjoyed this continued story. <333

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