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knowiloveyoubabe · 2 years

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Why Did You Leave Me?

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Warnings: Some language; Angst!!!!

Summary: Harry left with no explanation.

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It’s been months since Harry had gone. Months since Y/N saw his dimpled smile, his striking eyes. Months since she felt his touch, his warmth, his kiss. She found herself missing it all, missing him all the time.

Stop. She’d tell herself. He left you.

They were together for a couple of years before Harry just got up and left. He had just gotten back from the studio; she was sat in the living room. He came into their apartment quietly and sat beside Y/N. He’d told her that he couldn’t do it anymore, eyes focused on the coffee table in front of them.

The pang in her chest reminded her of the pain she felt when he spoke the words that have echoed in her mind since that January evening.

‘This isn’t working, Y/N. I’m sorry.’

He’d been distant for a couple weeks up until that point, pulled away emotionally and physically. Y/N would lie awake in tears, wondering what she’d done wrong.

I guess I’ll never find out. She sighs, wiping away some stray tears as she finished getting ready, her friend would pick her up for a birthday party any minute now. She gives herself a onceover in the mirror, feeling a little out of her comfort zone in the slightly revealing ensemble she’d put on for the night.

First time in ‘real clothes’ since the breakup. It’s been 6 months, good thing I work from home. Y/N smiles at the thought, shooting finger guns at her reflection. Her phone buzzed, signaling that her friend was outside, she grabbed her purse and headed out of her apartment. She was instantly met with her best friend’s cat calls.

“Damn, ma! You look good, baby!” Y/F/N yells out of her car window. Y/N couldn’t stop the laughs that erupted from her body.

“Y/F/N! I have neighbors!” She giggles as she made her way into the car.

“I can’t help it, look at you! She’s back, baby!” Her friend exclaimed while pulling her in for a hug, kissing her cheek in the process.

“Ugh, just get married already!” Her friends partner rolled their eyes jokingly in the backseat. Y/N let out a small laugh and turns to them.

“Don’t worry, she’s all yours!” She winks as her friend starts the car. Y/F/N’s partner giggles, kicking the back of Y/N’s chair softly.

“I’m glad you agreed to come.” Y/F/N smiles, patting Y/N’s knee with her eyes still on the road.

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m allowing myself to have fun again.” Y/N smiles back. “I just hope he’s not there.” She adds quietly.

“Don’t worry, he’s probably not on this side of the planet. Anyway, we’ve got your back, babes.” Her friends partner insisted. Y/N thanked them softly, watching the other cars go by on the highway. Music played softly in the background as Y/F/N and her partner spoke amongst themselves.

‘What do you mean this isn’t working?’ Y/N’s eyebrows pulled together, frowning as she shifted herself over to face him. He sat on the opposite end of the couch looking straight ahead, almost as if he was refusing to look in her general direction. His elbows were perched on his knees, his fingers intertwined.

‘I mean we can’t be together anymore.’ He spoke slowly, as though he was afraid to stumble on his words. Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at the man she loves. Harry’s jaw was set, a small frown settled on his pink lips. He felt so far away, he wasn’t with her anymore. It all hit her at once, like a swift punch to the gut.

‘But Harry,’ She struggled to breathe as she reached out to him, ‘Baby, please.’

Tears poured down her face, it felt as though the world was crumbling around her. Harry’s eyes betrayed him, peering over at Y/N briefly from the corner of his eye. His chest nearly collapsed seeing her cry, knowing he was the reason why. She saw his cold composure falter.

‘I’m sorry, I truly am. I love you, Y/N. I always will.’ He choked out before getting up and making his way to the door. She watched him as he paused with his back to her, his hand on the doorknob. It was all falling apart, she struggled to contain the sobs that built up in her chest. Their eyes met, both their faces tearstained.

‘I-’ He started, his voice wavered as he quickly wiped his tears away, ‘I’ll send someone for my things.’ He finished, sniffling.

‘I’m sorry.’ Harry whispered once again before swiftly leaving. Y/N’s chest heaved with heavy sobs, there goes the love of her life, leaving with no explanation.

“Y/N? Sweetie?” Y/F/N calls out, snapping Y/N out of the memory that hung like a raincloud over her head. She’s met with a concerned gaze as she meets her friend’s eyes.

“Yes, I’m present.” Y/N blinks quickly, looking around. They’re no longer driving, parked on some random side street.

Guess we’re here. She thinks.

“You’re crying, my love,” Her friend frowns, “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Y/N’s hands make their way to her face, gently wiping the tears away. She shakes her head, plastering on a smile.

“No! I’m okay, it’s the pollen!” Y/N sniffles, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Y/F/N and her partner share a look.

“Pollen?” Y/F/N’s partner says slowly and Y/N shoots them a pleading look.

“I’m good, I swear. Now let’s go! Mitch and Sarah are expecting us.” She opens the door and climbs out, the warm July air rustling her hair slightly. They all make their way towards the ridiculously loud music coming out of the ridiculously large house.

“Oh man, I’m ready to get fucked up!” Y/F/N exclaims as she opens the door.

“I take it you’re on designated driver duty.” Y/N nudges Y/F/N’s partner. They chuckle, nodding their head as their girlfriend heads straight to the table of alcohol.

“You should stay by her,” Y/N urges, “I’m gonna mingle.” Y/F/N’s partner pats her on the back and chases after their girlfriend. Y/N chuckles and scans the foyer of the gorgeous house. Her eyes land on the birthday boy, the crooked cardboard crown on his head bringing a smile to her face as she made her way over to him.

“Mitch! Happy birthday!” She yelled over the music, and he immediately locked eyes with her.

“Y/N! You made it!” He smiled widely, giving her a hug.

“Sarah! Look who’s here!” He called his girlfriend, another one of Y/N’s good friends over. Sarah squealed as she scooped her up in a hug, both of them absolutely ecstatic at seeing each other.

“It’s been months, how have you been?” Sarah pulls out of the hug, her hands still on Y/N’s shoulders. The past six months of crying, barely leaving her apartment, and neglecting tons of work flashed in her mind.

“I’ve been good!” Y/N smiles widely.

As if they’d believe that! She thought. Sarah nods her head, pulling Y/N in for another hug. They leaned against the far wall of the living room chitchatting for a while, speaking of the highs and lows of their lives in the past couple of months.

“Sarah! Mitch!” Y/N hears someone yell from a distance. Sarah pulls off of the wall and takes Mitch’s hand in hers, peering in the direction of the person calling out for them.

“We have to greet a bunch of people but please stick around, we seriously need to catch up!” Sarah’s eyes held the sincerest look. Y/N nodded and sent them off to where they had to be. She looked around for a familiar face and when she didn’t see one, she decided to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The music was not as loud in the kitchen and hardly anyone stayed in there, they only passed through.

Guess I’ll stay here for the rest of the night. She thought, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, and filling it up with ice cubes and water from the fridge.

Would be nice to have someone to talk to though. She shrugged as she took a sip of her water, still facing the fridge.

“Y/N?” Her breath caught in her throat nearly causing her to choke on the water as the all too familiar voice called out her name.

“Y/N, is that you?” Her eyes went wide, terrified of turning around.

It’s him, he’s here. He’s here and he sees me. Oh God, what do I do. Fuck. Her thoughts went a million miles a second.

Okay, here goes nothing. She put the cup down and swiftly turned around. She was met with his soft gaze, his fingers anxiously fussing with his rings. Her heart felt like it was fighting to jump out of her chest and into his hands. She hadn’t noticed how close he was till she felt the warmth radiating from his person. Harry’s mouth was half open, as though he wanted to say something but just couldn’t find the words. She balled up her fists at her sides.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. She pleaded with herself, still holding his gaze.

She gave him a curt nod, her lips fighting a frown and walked away, out of the kitchen, through the crowd and out of the house. Her chest rose and fell at an erratic pace, tears formed in her eyes and fell quickly down her face.

“Y/N!” She heard him call out behind her. She didn’t dare look back; she didn’t want him to see her like this. She made her way down the street, keeping up a quick pace.

Maybe he’ll leave me alone. Please, please don’t see me like this. She tried to focus on her breathing as she kept walking but heard footsteps on the pavement behind her.

Oh, Fuck. Why is he doing this.

“Y/N, please!” He pleads, running in front of her, stopping her in her place. She didn’t look up at him, choosing to keep quiet and just go around him.

“Can you stop ignoring me, please? I’m going crazy.” Harry croaked, his voice breaking. She almost instantly stopped walking, whipping her body back around to face the man who broke her, her eyes glued to the pavement between them.

“Crazy, Harry? Really?” She snapped, still refusing to look at his face. Her shoulders rose and fell as she slowly lost control of her breathing. Harry stood there, his body limp.

“What’s crazy is the love of my life up and leaving with zero explanation.” She tries to be firm but her voice falters, betraying her. Harry watched her close her eyes and lift her face to the night sky. The low shine of the streetlights reflected off the tears falling from her closed eyes.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I ju-”

“No, Harry. I don’t want your apology.” She sobbed, finally opening her eyes. She kept her eyes on the sky as her sobs shook her frame. She shook her head, bringing her hands up to cover her face. Harry stepped closer, wanting to take her into his arms, wanting to wipe her tears away, wanting to just take the pain away. She heard him step closer and dropped her hands from her face, finally looking him. Harry saw the damage he had done, his own body shaking.

“You hurt me.” Y/N nearly whispered, sniffling as she regained control of her breathing. Harry’s eyes were bloodshot and swimming in tears. For the first time in months, Y/N had a proper look at him. His cheeks were slightly sunken in and the bags under his eyes were dark, his shoulders were slumped. It was as though he’d been beaten down by the weight of the world and Y/N wanted nothing more than to help him carry that weight.

He doesn’t want me.

“You don’t want me.” Y/N spoke quietly as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“That’s not true. I always wanted you, Y/N.” Harry sniffled.

“You can’t expect me to believe that.” She shook her head, rubbing her arm.

“Can we go somewhere ‘nd talk?” Harry pleaded with her, as she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off.

“Please, please let me explain.” He sighed, begging. She picked at her nails, still staring into his sorrow-filled eyes. She wanted so badly to say no but she had to know why he left so abruptly, why he didn’t reach out. Questions racked up in her brain and before she realized what she was doing, she nodded her head.

“Okay,” She sniffled, “But it’s late, nothing is open right now.”

Harry’s heart nearly skipped a beat, he fought back a relieved sigh.

“I don’t think I’d be able to focus in that house, it’s practically bouncing off of the pavement.” Y/N looked at the lit up house behind Harry. He agreed, they’d need quiet to talk things through.

“Let’s go to my place.” He hesitantly suggested, worried he’d upset her. Y/N’s eyebrows drew together, her frown deepening a bit.

His place.

“Your place.” She said flatly and he pursed his lips, nodding.

“I don’t know, Harry.” She took a small step back. He winced, averting his eyes to the pavement between them.

“I just want to talk, Y/N. I…” He paused for a moment, fidgeting with his ring. “You have full control of this situation, I just missed you so much.”

She couldn’t stop the ache in her chest at his soft words.

“Okay.” She whispered; Harry’s eyes found their way to hers.

“Thank you.” He stepped forward, wanting to pull her close but deciding against it.

“I just have to text Y/F/N.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and sends a quick text, something along the lines of ‘not feeling well, took a cab home.’

Can’t tell her I’m leaving with Harry, she’d fight me… and Harry. Y/N smiled at the thought of her tiny friend attempting to fight.

“Th’ car’s this way.” Harry motions behind him. Y/N walks ahead of him, he follows right behind.

Neither of them said a word the whole way, the only sound was the radio playing at a barely audible volume and the pitter-patter of the rain that had begun as they made their way to Harrys.

“Here we are.” Harry mutters as he parks in the driveway. Y/N opens the door as soon as he turns the car off, feeling the small droplets of rain on her skin.

“So, this is Harry’s house, hm?” She quietly jokes, looking up at the beautiful home and back at Harry. His tired face lit up as he bursts into a fit of quiet giggles at the corny joke, unlocking the door. Y/N almost lost herself staring at his glowing smile, having to snap herself out of it before he noticed.

Harry held the door open, following Y/N into his house.

“Congrats on the album by the way. I tried not to listen, but it was everywhere,” She paused, taking in her surroundings. The living room was bare except for a couch and a couple of dining room chairs, there was nothing on the walls, as though no one lived here.

“It was incredible, Harry. Really.”

“Thank you, that means so much coming from you.” He spoke quietly, stepping closer to Y/N. She pretended not to notice how close he’d gotten, making her way to the couch. Harry followed close behind, sitting beside her. Y/N eyed the little space between them, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Thank you for giving me a chance to explain, I didn’t know how to reach out to you. I guess the universe didn’t really give me a chance to figure that out.” Harry exhaled.

“The universe? More like Mitch and Sarah.” Y/N quipped, causing him to chuckle.

“I guess I just don’t understand,” She sighed, “Last time I saw you, you sat on the opposite end of the couch. You wouldn’t look at me, you barely spoke and you just up and left.” She whispered, looking at his slender fingers chipping away at his nail polish.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Y/N,” He started, his voice shaking. “I worried constantly about what our future would look like.” He croaked.

“I don’t think I understand.” Y/N looked at his face. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, his lips were a darker shade of pink than usual.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt because you’re associated with me. It was hard enough for you already, and then I bought the ring and…” He trailed off, sniffling. His hands covered his face as he tried to take deep breaths.

“Ring?” Y/N’s breath catches in her throat. Harry takes his hands off of his face, wiping them on his pants. He took her hands into his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

“Y/N, I want to be with you so bad. I wanted to propose, I bought us this home.” He sniffled. “But how could I put you through such a life? What if we had children?” He struggled to catch his breath. Y/N’s lips parted, begging words to form on her tongue but nothing came out.

“I thought you’d be better off.” He sighed, looking at her hands in his.

“I know this is so much information and I should’ve just shared my concerns instead of just leaving but I didn’t want to hurt you and I know I ended up hurting you regardless but I-”

“Hey,” She cut him off, taking her hands out of his and swiftly placing them on his face. He gasped lightly, his eyes widening at the intimacy. His hands laid on top of hers, caressing them with his thumbs.

“Harry, you hurt me. You put up all of these walls, you didn’t give me a say in our relationship. These past six months were hell. It never stopped hurting, not even a little bit. I just made room for it.” Y/N spoke slowly, allowing her tears to fall freely.

“But I never stopped loving you.” She whispered. Harry’s lips trembled, his body instinctively leaning in.

“I love you.” He uttered before closing the gap between them in a desperate kiss. One of his hands found its way to the side of her neck, his thumb grazing her jaw. Their lips moved in sync, the familiar feeling pulled them closer together. His other hand made its way down to her waist, their bodies curved into each other.

Y/N pulled away, her hands still cupping his face. Their foreheads were pressed against each other, their noses graze one another. Harry’s eyes remained shut as he savored the closeness.

“Kissing me won’t make this go away.” Y/N whispers.

“So let me make it better. Please.” He pleads, his thumb grazes her jaw once again. She shuts her eyes, sitting in his arms in silence for a while. She knew what she wanted, it was him and there was no use trying to deny it.

“Okay,” She whispers, “Let’s make it better.”

Harry’s heart soared at the sound of her words. He pulled her face in for another kiss, pulling her body on top of his. He wanted nothing more than to be as close to her as possible.

“I love you so much, Harry.” She muttered against his lips. He pulled away, looking into her eyes.

“Please, say it again.” He pleaded, pulling at Y/N’s heartstrings.

“I love you so much, Harry.” She spoke softly, brushing his hair away from his face. Harry was overcome with love for the woman sitting on his lap, he couldn’t contain his happiness.

“It’s you, Y/N. It’ll always be you.” He pulled her in for another kiss, finally content.

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 9 months

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I Want Forever

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Gif credit goes to @londonharry (So sorry! I don’t normally use gifs so I forgot to give credit!)

Summary- Harry and Y/N broke up early into Love On Tour. Harry struggled to truly move on, as did Y/N. With tour over, a lost soul shows up at Y/N’s door one night, ready for forever.

Warnings- angst, smooshiness, you may cry

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September 2021

“Y/N, love, please! I haven’t seen you in weeks! Can’t you take just a bit of time off to come to my next show?”

I sigh into the phone and shake my head, knowing full well he can’t see me.

“Harry, you know I can’t! I’m swamped with school! I skipped 4 assignments and took zeroes for them when I was with you last! This is my future-.”

“And what about our future?! I told you! I want a life with you! You don’t need to be working this hard! You don’t even need to work!”

I scoff and bite my lip.

“Harry, you know I won’t! My career is important! This is what I’m working so hard for! I want to work and I want to be somebody! Not just a pop star’s girlfriend! You’re always gone. If you can’t drop your career for me then you shouldn’t ask me to drop mine for you. I thought you understood that..?”

My heart breaks more and more as he sighs into the phone.

“So that’s it then? You’re just… You’re giving up on us?”

“Harry-.”

“No, no, don’t bother. We should just end it before it gets worse for either of us. I hope things work out for you, Y/N.”

He hangs up and with that, I breakdown. I cry and I cry, praying that this was just a nightmare. But I knew he was right. And without Harry… I could focus…

July 2023

It had been a long week. In fact, it had been a long few years. After the break up, I distanced myself a lot. I got off of social media and threw myself into finishing school and eventually, entered, I got my dream job.

As much as I love helping kids, the ones that are like me and the ones that struggle worse, it breaks my heart. After the break up, I got myself back into therapy to cope.

While I am no longer spiraling, the pain is still there. I never tried to get my things. I never made contact again. I just ran. I ran from everything.

After another long, emotional day of work, I stumble into my apartment and crash on my couch. After giving myself a few moments to scream my frustrations into the couch cushion, I get up and make myself a light dinner before getting some extra work done.

I park myself down at the coffee table with a glass of white wine and a frozen dinner, turning my attention to my laptop when there’s a knock at the door. I glare curiously at the door and hesitantly get up, making my way to the door.

I hesitantly open it and my mouth drops when I see who’s on the other side of the door.

“Harry…”

He looks in my eyes, his face sullen.

“Y/N…”

Before I can really think, I try to close the door but I hear a small ‘ow’ from the other side of the door. I look down and see Harry’s foot in the door. I sigh and let it go, opening it again. He looks at me and pulls his foot back.

“Can we… Can we talk?”

I fold my arms and frown.

“We don’t have anything to talk about. Now if you’ll excuse me-.”

“Y/N, please! Just- Just hear me out!”

He steps forward and I take a step back as he backs me into my apartment and closes the door.

“There’s nothing left to say, Harry. I’ve made my peace. Obviously you have too. So you should just go-.”

He places his hands on my arms and looks into my eyes.

“Y/N, you’re all I’ve thought about since we broke up… I have missed you so.. So much, love. And I know I was horrible to you and I will never forgive myself for that. But I can’t- I need you, Y/N. I can’t take one more day without you…”

Tears well up in my eyes and I shake my head.

“You can’t just come back into my life and say that! You were the one that ended things Harry, you! I supported you through everything! And you couldn’t support me?! My career is important to me! School was important! You were important!”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm down before I continue.

“I shouldn’t have to choose between them! And you made the choice for me! And you, you moved on! Multiple times! I-.”

Harry shakes his head, tears spilling down his soft cheeks.

“That’s not true! I- I couldn’t… It was hard, Y/N! I-I made a mistake… I tried to move on but I just couldn’t.. I missed you Y/N. I miss you. And.. I just want you back. I-I know I don’t deserve you, even after all I’ve done… But I just can’t let you go. I refuse to let you go without a fight.”

Before I can say anything, Harry moves to his knees and he takes me hands, forcing me to look down at him.

“Harry-.”

He pulls out a ring box, his hands shaking as tears continue to spill down his cheeks.

“Just.. Hear me out. The last two years, I have done nothing but berate myself for chasing you away. No matter how I tried to move on, you were always on my mind. 3 years. You were with me from the start. And I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been-.”

I attempt to pull him up and he shakes his head.

“Just wait. Please just let me finish… I made a mistake Y/N… But I don’t want to make another… Please… Y/N L/N… Will you marry me? Will you let be make it up to you? I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel like you have to choose. I’ll support you and I’ll-.”

I begin to cry and I drop to my knees as I sob. Harry drops the ring box and takes my cheeks in his hands, wiping my tears away with his thumb as he makes me look at him. His expression softens though his eyes remain teary, and he gives me a small smile.

“I am so, so sorry my love. I will spend every day making sure you know just how much I love you. And I know have a lot to make up for but please.”

I sigh and close my eyes for a minute. I take a deep breath before opening them again.

“Yes… I’ll marry you, Harry.”

His eyes light up and he opens his mouth to speak but I place my finger on his lips, stopping him.

“But I have a few conditions. These past couple years haven’t been easy. For the first few months… I couldn’t stand even hearing your name-… I want to go to therapy. You and me. Couples counseling. And- I want to take some time to heal… You coming back is putting salt in old wounds.”

He lets go of my cheeks and looks down, his sides dropping. I sigh and despite my better judgment, I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before he sinks into the kiss, deepening it. After a minute or so, I pull away and Harry looks into my eyes.

“I want you to listen to me, okay?”

He’s quiet for a second before he nods, gesturing me to continue.

“You made a mistake. And you’re owning up to it. I want to be with you Harry, I do. But I think we need to spend some time working through things together before we tie the not.”

He’s quiet for a moment before I hear him grab something off the floor.

“So… Does that mean you don’t want to wear the ring yet?”

I let out a small snort and shake my head. I pull away from him and hold my right hand out to him.

“No, gimmie that! I had been waiting for that! But it does mean that you’ll have to wait a little longer before you can marry me.”

He smiles and slips the ring on my finger and picks me up, twirling me around in his arms as I laugh.

It won’t be easy, but I want forever, and I want it with him.

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allthelovehes · 9 days

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Hardware Store Hookup*

Summary: Y/N just broke up with her boyfriend and kicked him out, she is redecorating her apartment and the guy who works at the hardware store just has something special to him.

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 4.7K

Warnings: Smut!! Protected sex tho, oral female receiving, p in v.

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A/N: Ugh, these two are so cute and loving. Makes me wanna paint my house and find Harry at my hardware store.

Setting down the last box of his belongings in the entryway of her apartment building. Y/N feels bittersweet. This building has been their home for the last two years, but the second she found out he cheated on her she was packing up all his shit and moving him out.

“I don't understand why you won't just listen to me! We can work this out!”

“I'm done talking to you, Michael.” She responds, her voice void of emotion. “The apartment is in my name, and I'm paying the bills, you're out.”

Michael huffs and walks around her as if he's going to leave, but turns around and comes right back. She can feel his eyes boring into her and her skin crawls. He's trying to play the victim and she can't stand it.

“Fine, you know what? Just... just fuck it, Y/N. I don't even want to live with you, you're an ugly bitch anyways. I can find someone prettier and younger to take care of me than some fat cow.”

“You're an asshole, Michael. I never want to see your face again.” She replies, opening the door and pointing outside.

“Fuck you!” He spits, picks up his boxes and leaves.

She watches as he gets into his truck and pulls out of the parking spot before she goes inside and closes the door. As soon as she locks it she collapses on the floor and bursts into tears. A year ago Michael was her knight in shining armour, her soulmate, the love of her life. Now she wants to erase his entire existence from her memory.

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A couple of months pass and Y/N feels like it's finally time to transform their home into her own. The couch was a gift from her parents when they moved in together and it's not even comfortable. It's also stained and ratty and she's ready to get rid of it. She's browsing Pinterest when a couch catches her eye, it's white and has a tufted back. It looks beautiful, so she clicks on the website and begins filling her cart with things for her new interior.

Shipping the pieces takes quite some time as they get delivered by truck and they schedule an appointment with you to make sure you're home. Still, three more weeks until her furniture is supposed to be delivered, so she decides to make most of the time in between and visits the hardware store for some paint.

The hardware store is surprisingly quiet and she has the aisle to herself. There are dozens of different brands of paint and it's overwhelming, let's not even get started about all the different colour options. She has an idea in mind, something warm, inviting and calming. Something that feels like home.

“Can I help you?” A voice says behind her and she startles, almost dropping the cans of paint she picked out.

“Ah, yes! Please!” She chuckles, turning around and looking at the man behind her.

He's tall, very tall, and wearing a navy blue polo. He has a nametag, 'Harry' written across it. He's got curly, dark brown hair, and his face is handsome and symmetrical. The thing that stands out to her the most are his eyes, they're a soft green, almost grey and they remind her of the sea. His lips look soft and pouty and she can't stop staring.

“You seem lost.” Harry smirks.

“Yeah, a bit, actually.” She chuckles. “I need paint for my apartment and I don't really know how much I'm gonna need or where to start. I just wanna do my bedroom and the living room.”

“Well, first, let's start by picking out a colour. Do you have an idea of what you want?”

“Oh, um, yeah!” She smiles, grabbing her phone and showing him her Pinterest board. “Something like this.”

“Ah, I see. A warm colour, that's good. And what are you painting over?”

“Well, right now it's a cream colour.” She explains, following him through the aisles as he looks at paint cards.

“Okay, so we'll probably want to stick with a neutral colour for the living room, because the natural light changes a lot. Here.” He hands her a warm yellow coloured paint card, “This one would look great, it's warm and it will compliment the furniture.”

“I love it.”

“And your bedroom, we'll do something more daring, because that's more of a personal space.” Harry smirks at her. “I think something darker to add some mystery, but with a pop of colour would look great, like maybe a navy wall with a bright coloured accent piece.”

“I have a yellow throw I'm planning on using. That's good contrasting colour, right?”

“Yes! Exactly! You can use the yellow throw to really add some warmth, especially during winter, and the blue to contrast that and create some depth.”

“That sounds great.” She smiles, her excitement growing. Harry is charming and his excitement for her project is contagious. “I can't wait.”

“Let's head over to the paint mixer, yeah?”

They walk towards the back of the store, where the mixing area is located. During their walk Harry asks her what her more about the wall sizes so he knows how much she'll need. She tells him everything he needs to know and Harry gets to work. The heavy paint buckets cause his muscles to flex and his biceps bulge. He's definitely a looker and she can't help but blush and tries to turn her attention elsewhere.

“There we go.” He smiles. “Let's go get some painting supplies and we'll ring you up, yeah?”

“Perfect.”

“How are you planning on doing this?”

“Hm?”

“The painting.” He chuckles. “Are you planning on doing it yourself or are you hiring a painter?”

“Oh, I'll do it myself, it's only the two rooms, right? I can handle that.”

“You can, absolutely.” Harry grins. “You're brave. Most women hire painters to do that sort of thing, or their boyfriends.”

“Oh, well, I don't have a boyfriend. I guess I'm just doing this all myself.”

“That's admirable. I wish more women were like you, not afraid of getting their hands dirty. You're going to be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“Trust me, you'll do great. And if you need any advice you know where to find me. I'll be glad to help.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She says. Harry loves that she calls him by his name that she clearly read off his name tag. “I appreciate it.”

“It's my pleasure, darling. Let's get you checked out.” Harry gives her a small wink and they head to the counter. He helps her lift all the heavy items onto the conveyor belt so his colleague can scan them. He normally wouldn't give this much attention to a customer, but he's drawn to her, she's different.

Y/N notices him staring as they load her purchases onto the conveyor belt and it makes her blush. She can't help but look at him and the way his lips move as he talks. They look soft and she can't help but imagine what kissing him would be like.

“Will that be all, miss?” His colleague asks, snapping her out of her daydream.

“Um, yes. Yes, thank you.” She smiles, handing her her debit card.

“I'll bring these to your car.” Harry says, lifting two buckets of paint and carrying them outside.

“Oh, thank you!” She smiles, grabbing the other bucket and following him. She knows he's giving her some kind of special treatment as he shouldn't be doing this, but she isn't complaining. She's not complaining at all.

He sets down the buckets next to her car, and she unlocks the trunk so he can place them inside. He turns around and looks at her. He wants to say something, anything, to her, but he doesn't know what.

“Do you have a card or something? So I can contact you if I have any questions?” She speaks up, feeling brave.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Harry grins, reaching behind him and pulling out a small note block. He scribbles down his name, phone number and writes hardware store employee underneath as if it's an official business card. He rips off the piece of paper and hands it over with a goofy grin on his face. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She chuckles. “I'm Y/N, by the way.”

“It's lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.” She grins. “Well, I have to get going. I still have to buy a few more things.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Good luck.”

“Thank you.” She smiles, getting into her car and driving off.

As soon as she's out of sight, Harry lets out a sigh and heads back into the hardware store.

“Hey, mate.” His colleague says. “What was that all about?”

“What was what about?”

“Don't act stupid. I've never seen you give special attention to a customer.”

“Shut up.” Harry chuckles, walking towards the back room. “It was nothing, I was just being nice.”

“Uhuh.”

Harry sighs, rolling his eyes as he starts to put away some equipment. He has no idea why he's so intrigued by her, she was just a normal customer, right? He thinks back to the way she blushed when he spoke, and the way she fiddled with her hands. Maybe he's just imagining things, but he's definitely got a soft spot for her. ***

She's spent the last few days painting the walls of her bedroom, as a darker colour needs multiple layers and drying times. It's finally time to paint the living room and she's excited. She's picked out the perfect colour and the weather is cooperating so she can leave the windows open.

She's put on her favourite music and has a cup of tea next to her as she paints. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she's wearing sweatpants and a sports bra. She's enjoying herself, and the room looks great so far. The colour is a bit darker than what she expected but she doesn't hate it. It's warm, and inviting and she's happy.

After a few hours her back and arms start hurting, so she decides to take a break. She grabs her phone and takes a picture of the wall and posts it in the family group chat.

She scrolls through her Instagram feed when she suddenly remembers the card that Harry gave her. She pulls it out of her pocket and enters his number in her contacts. She debates on whether or not she should send him a message, but decides to do it anyway.

Y/N Hey Harry, it's Y/N, the girl from the hardware store. I've finished my bedroom and I'm doing the living room now. The colour looks amazing, thanks again for helping me pick it out.

She sends the text and immediately puts her phone down. She can't believe she just did that. Did she sound desperate? Did she sound too eager? Is he going to reply? She's got no clue, and it's killing her.

“Get a grip, Y/N.” She whispers to herself. She shakes her head and grabs her cup of tea, taking a sip. She looks back at her wall and sighs, she's got a long day ahead of her.

The sun is slowly starting to set, and Y/N has just finished the wall. Her hair is still up in a bun and she's sweaty, but she's happy with the result. The walls look amazing, the colour is beautiful and she can't wait to show her parents tomorrow.

Her phone vibrates, and she grabs it to check the notification. It's a text from Harry.

Harry I'm so glad to hear that, love! I bet the colour looks lovely with the sun setting right now.

She can't believe he called her 'love' in a text, it's insane. He barely even knows her. But his message is sweet and cute and she's smiling like an idiot.

Y/N You'll have to come and check it out for yourself.

She stares at her phone screen for what feels like an eternity. She can't believe she just flirted with him. She's not even sure if he's single, and if he is, does he like her? He could be interested in someone else, or he could even be straight for all she knows.

Harry Are you inviting me over?

Y/N I'm not stopping you.

Her heart is pounding and her hands are shaking. She's definitely overstepping, but she's hoping it won't scare him off.

Harry I leave work in about 10 minutes. What's your address?

“Shit.”

Y/N Oh, it's 27B, Parkview Apartments.

Harry Be there in 20.

“Fuck!”

She can't believe he's actually coming over. She runs over to her bathroom and quickly brushes her hair and her teeth. Her apartment is a mess, and she's not wearing any makeup. She looks terrible and he's going to be here any second.

“Calm down.” She whispers to herself.

She walks out of the bathroom and starts cleaning up the living room. There are paint supplies everywhere, and she wants the place to look at least a little presentable.

A few minutes later she hears the doorbell and her heart almost leaps out of her chest.

“Coming!” She yells, rushing over to the front door and opening it.

“Hey.” Harry grins.

“Hi.” She smiles. “Please, come in.”

Harry steps inside and closes the door behind him. She looks stunning, despite the fact that she's wearing sweatpants and a messy bun, which makes him feel a little overdressed.

“Your apartment looks nice.”

“Thank you.” She replies, closing the window. “It's a bit of a mess right now, but I'm working on it.”

“Don't worry about it, I understand.”

“Um, would you like something to drink? Some water or beer or something?”

“A beer would be great, thanks.”

“Alright.” She nods, walking over to the fridge and pulling out two cold beers.

Harry sits down on the couch and watches her. She's got a few paint stains on her pants and her sports bra and he finds it endearing. He can tell that she's trying hard, and he's definitely charmed by her.

“Here you go.” She smiles, handing him a beer.

“Cheers.” He says, clinking his bottle against hers.

“To your apartment looking better than ever.”

“Cheers.” She smiles. “And to the man who helped make that possible.”

They both take a sip and stare at each other for a few seconds. Y/N has a feeling that something might happen, but she's not sure if it's the right thing.

“So.” Harry starts, clearing his throat. “What are you going to do now that the painting is done?”

“Oh, well, I'm still planning on doing a few other things.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I've ordered a new couch, and I'm thinking of getting a new rug.” She answers before Harry moves closer to her.

“So, you don't mind getting this couch a little dirty?” He asks her. Harry is blunt, but he feels the way she's looking at her. It's almost as if she's undressing him with her eyes, he can see the desire sparkling in them.

“Dirty how?”

“You know what I mean, love.” Harry smirks, taking another swig from his beer. Y/N doesn't know what has gotten into her. Normally she's not like this, not at all, but she wants him, badly. She's been craving him since the moment she saw him, and she's tired of denying herself.

“Yes.” She whispers. Harry doesn't reply, instead, he leans in and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is intense, full of lust and hunger. Y/N has been waiting for this and she's not going to waste the opportunity. The last couple of months with Michael have been stale, she's been missing this exciting feeling deep within her.

Harry pulls her closer and kisses her harder, his hands wandering over her body. Y/N moans into the kiss and straddles him. He grabs her hips and pushes her down on him, creating delicious friction between them. Y/N can feel him growing harder and his bulge pressing against her core. She wants him, and she wants him now. Harry breaks the kiss, and Y/N whimpers at the loss.

“You're a very good kisser.” He murmurs. “Are you always this good, or am I just lucky?”

“I don't know, maybe you're just lucky.” She teases, grinding down on his cock.

“Mmm.” Harry hums, leaning forward and kissing her again. This time, the kiss is even more passionate. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, running her fingers through his hair. She pulls on it and Harry groans, his hands moving to her ass and squeezing it.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He mutters against her lips, squeezing her ass again.

“You too.” She mumbles, leaning down and kissing his neck. Harry groans as she starts sucking on his skin, leaving a trail of love bites. He knows that they'll be visible tomorrow and that his colleagues will have a field day. But he doesn't care, he loves it. He loves the fact that he's been claimed by her.

He spins her full body around in his lap, so her back is flush against his chest and his face is buried in the crook of her neck. His hands move up her stomach and under her sports bra. He cups her breasts and pinches her nipples between his fingers, making her whimper.

“You're so beautiful.” He mumbles, his lips pressed against her neck. She places her hands on his knees and grinds down on his cock, loving the feeling of him underneath her.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, thrusting his hips up, meeting her movements. “You're so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I'm aware of the effect I have on you.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, pulling her hair and forcing her to expose her neck.

“Yeah.” She reaches behind her to unclasp her sports bra and lets it fall to the floor.

“Fuck, look at you.” Harry grunts, grabbing her breast and squeezing it. Y/N throws her head back and moans. “Look at these perfect tits.”

He continues to massage her breast, teasing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Y/N arches her back, pushing her breast further into his hand.

“That feels so good.” She whines.

“Mhm.” He hums, licking a stripe up her neck. He loves the way her skin tastes, sweet and salty. He can't get enough. He sucks on her earlobe, one of his hands sliding down her body and slipping into her pants. He finds her clit, and two of his fingers circle it, making her gasp.

“Oh god.”

“Do you like that?” He asks her, continuing his movements because he already knows the answer.

“Yes.”

“You're so wet, baby.” Harry smirks

“Mmm.” She whimpers, grinding her hips into his fingers.

“I can't wait to be inside you.” He growls, his fingers dipping lower and sliding into her.

“Fuck.” She hisses, her nails digging into his legs.

“That's it, baby, let me hear you.” Harry grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of her. He curls them and hits the perfect spot, making her cry out in pleasure. Her walls are spongey and tight around him, making him impatient. But the thought of feeling her come all over his hand is more than enough for him to keep focussed. He wants her to leak all over his hand, to make a mess for him and only him.

“Oh fuck, please, more.” She whines, her thighs trembling. She's never felt this way before, the way he touches her, the way he makes her feel is intoxicating. She loves how she's still half-clothed, and yet, he's managed to make her feel exposed. She's not ashamed of the noises she's making, but she's definitely enjoying the way he's making her feel.

“More what, baby?” Harry asks, his lips grazing her ear moaning softly to send shivers running down her spine.

“More of you.”

“Oh, I'll give you more, baby. Just be patient.”

“Yes.” She cries out, feeling her orgasm approaching. She knows it's close, and she wants it, badly. Her hips start grinding down on his hand, her movements becoming faster and less controlled. Harry continues to pump his fingers into her, his thumb rubbing her clit, making her body shake.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasps, her walls tightening around him. She comes, squirting all over his hand. Harry moans, his dick twitching as he feels her squirt.

“Holy fuck.” Harry moans, watching the mess she's made. “That's so fucking hot.”

“Harry...”

“Mmm.” He hums, as he picks her up and roughly lies her down on her back. He grabs the waistband of her now completely soaked sweatpants and pull them down her legs, throwing them to the side. He does the same with her panties. He gets rid of his own shirt, revealing his toned body. Y/N is taken aback, he's got some tattoos, which is not something she expected. But it suits him, and it's hot.

“Look at you, such a pretty pussy.” He hums, admiring her dripping wet cunt. She's glistening and his mouth waters at the sight.

“Stop staring.” She chuckles.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He laughs. “Would you prefer if I did this?”

“Do what- fuck!” Y/N exclaims, as Harry suddenly leans down and sucks her clit between his lips. He places his big hands on the inside of her thighs to keep her legs nice and open for him. He is relentless, his tongue licking a strip up her cunt, making her squirm and cry out. He laps up her juices, enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck, Harry!”

“That's it, baby.” Harry groans, sending vibrations through her body. She's gripping the couch, her knuckles turning white. It's an overwhelming feeling to have him eat her out so eagerly right after she came all over his hand. She doesn't know how much more she can take.

When she first met him, she never would have guessed Harry would have been this skilled. The way his tongue moves along her pussy, his lips sucking and licking her clit and the way his fingers dig into her thighs is making her dizzy. She knows she's going to come soon, and she's not sure if she's ready for that.

“Mmhmm, yes.” She moans, her back arching. She grabs a fistful of his hair and holds on to it, pushing his head further down. He takes it as a sign and doubles his efforts, his tongue moving even faster and deeper.

“Oh fuck, yes, right there!” She cries out, her toes curling as her orgasm hits her. It's intense and makes her see stars. Her whole body trembles as her muscles contract, and her mind goes blank.

“Jesus, you taste so good.” Harry groans, as he carefully licks her clean. He gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Harry catches his breath and he looks down at the sweet girl in front of him. She is completely wrecked, and he's not even done with her yet.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He smiles, standing up and removing his pants and boxers. His cock is hard and leaking precum. He's long and thick, and Y/N can't wait to have it inside of her.

“Fuck.” She mumbles at the sight, a bit too loud. She's certain Harry heard her even though she didn't intend for him to hear it.

“What's that, love?” Harry grins, his cock throbbing.

“Nothing.”

“No, I want to hear you say it.” He insists, his eyes locked on hers.

“You're big.”

“Yeah?”

“And hard.”

“For you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, love.” Harry laughs. He grabs his wallet from his pants and pulls out a condom, ripping the package open and sliding the condom down his shaft.

“Come here.” She tells him. He obeys and walks towards her, getting down on his knees in front of the couch. He leans forward and kisses her passionately, his hands cupping her face. He slowly pulls away, his eyes locking with hers.

“You're beautiful.” He murmurs.

“I bet you say that to all the girls who need help at the hardware store.” She teases.

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs, kissing her again. He positions himself, his tip pressing against her entrance. He can't wait to feel her, to be inside of her. Y/N's breathing heavily, her heart racing. He teases her by slowly pushing his tip up and down her folds before slowly pushing it into her. Just the tiniest bit to make her all needy and whiney.

“Please.”

“Patience, baby.” He whispers, his lips inches from hers. He keeps teasing her, his tip rubbing her clit. Y/N moans and her hips buck, trying to get him to push his dick inside of her. But he makes sure to not give in to her desires just yet. He pushes back into her, a little bit further this time, his tip disappearing inside her. But he doesn't go any further, and Y/N lets out a frustrated grunt.

“What's the matter, love?” He smirks, his hand slowly trailing up her stomach and resting on her breast. As he rubs his cock on her clit, his hand squeezes her breast and he starts sucking on her neck.

“You know exactly what's wrong, you fucking tease.”

“Oh, do I?” He chuckles, his hand squeezing her breast again, this time a little bit rougher.

“Yes.” She moans, arching her back. “Please, Harry, stop teasing me.”

“Alright.” He whispers, his lips brushing against her ear. He slowly thrusts into her, filling her up completely. He stills his hips, letting her adjust to his size. She moans, her hands resting on his hips, urging him to move. He complies and begins to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, his pace increasing. Y/N's walls tighten around him and her nails dig into his hips, as she tries to pull him even deeper.

“That's it, baby.” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

“You're so big.” She gasps, her eyes closed and her mouth agape. He groans, his hips slamming into her. His fingers find her clit, and he starts rubbing her. Y/N whimpers, her toes curling as his fingers and his cock bring her closer to the edge.

“Yes, baby.” Harry grunts, his free hand cupping her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple. It's sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

“Oh god, fuck!” Y/N moans, her hips bucking, and her walls tightening around him. “Fuck, I'm gonna come.”

“Oh, baby.” He whispers, his voice dripping with lust.

“Shit.” Y/N gasps, her eyes flying open as her third orgasm washes over her. Her whole body is trembling, her muscles contracting. Harry feels her clench around his cock, and he knows that it won't be long before he comes too.

“Fuck.” He grunts, his thrusts getting sloppier. He curses under his breath as he pulls his cock out of her. He quickly rips the condom off and strokes his cock, coming all over her stomach.

“Fuck.”

They're both catching their breaths, both still riding their high. They look at each other and share a laugh.

“I've made a mess.”

“It's okay, my couch was a mess to begin with. We just made it messier.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles, leaning in and kissing her. “This was...fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” She says, her fingers running through his curls.

“How about we go and get cleaned up in the shower and then we can have a proper drink?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Y/N's never had a one-night stand like this. Normally they are rushed and messy. This was different. It was sensual, erotic, and passionate. And she didn't feel bad about it. It felt natural like she was meant to do this. Like she was supposed to have a fling with the hot guy at the hardware store. She's never believed in fate, but maybe this is what it feels like.

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baby-girl-aaron-dessner · 6 months

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I walked out...

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niallthebadboi · 6 months

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#finally got my signed one direction cds in a display frame #the four album was so awkward because its a book #hoping it doesnt break the glass in the frame #took forever trying to line them up to match #also did a frame for my niall signed album #niall horan #one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #liam Payne #zayn malik #signed cds

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harryssweetie · 10 months

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Afterglow

where you and Harry broke up, but the feelings didn't go away.

warnings: none just total angst.

word count: 714

if you have any requests i’m always open!

You was never ready for him to leave. You have been in a relationship for over five years. Being without Harry was as hard as quitting smoking for someone who had been smoking since their teenage years. It was hard to wake up in the morning and not feel the warmth of his body nearby; the pillow next to you was always cold, and the shelf where his things lay was empty.

Everything in your apartment reminded you of Harry, as if you had lived here all your life. There is a vase in the kitchen that you bought at the first fair. There is a picture from your first date hanging in the bedroom. On the bathroom shelf is his shaving cream. Hanging in the hallway is a garland he brought from Japan because it reminded him of you.

Part of you wanted to put all those things away so you could move on. Another part of you screamed that these were memories that couldn't just be taken and thrown away.

Sometimes you pulled out of the closet the only thing that reminded you of the existence of Harry in your life. The blue shirt he once gave you. It still smelled of his cologne, and despite the fact that it had been in the closet for more than a month, this did not stop you from inhaling Harry's slight scent.

“Can I really take it?” you asked, looking at the shirt in Harry's hand.

“Sure, darling” he smiled and flipping his shirt aside, pulled you to him by the waist. “Did I mention that you have a cute smile?” he asked thoughtfully, looking at your face carefully.

“Seems to have happened once” you said seriously enough, touching his lips with yours.

“Then I will remind you of this more often”

You saw Harry a lot more than he saw you. You may have looked like a stalker, but Harry was famous. It was impossible to go to YouTube and not see the tab with his video. You loved to watch his new interviews before going to bed, realizing that while he was happy, you were also happy.

It was painful to understand that he was moving on, unlike you.

He was smiling as wide as before, his eyes were shining and he was excited about what awaits his fans on the new tour.

His life has not really ended, but only begun.

As you begin to let him go, it makes you think about him and who he really where. Your mind wants to think about all the good parts - the parts that you’ll miss the most. You think of the parts of you that made you feel so happy. You focus on that so much you forget why are you letting him go. You forget the things you need to remember.

You really missed him. You just didn’t know that he also missed you. As much as you did.

His house, like your apartment, smelled of you. Every thing reminded him of you and that you were here once. In the kitchen you cooked pancakes, in the bedroom you watched movies and discussed your future together. In the garden, you ran after each other like little children, and in his car in the back seat you often kissed, forgetting everything.

He remembered everything just as you did.

But he didn't try to forget - he tried to keep every memory. Harry tried not to forget the smallest details. How does your hair smell? Do you have freckles on your face? Do you wrinkle your nose in the sun? What does your voice sound like when you're embarrassed?

He wanted to call you so many times and tell you that he is waiting for you every day. So many times he wanted to come himself and say that he could not live without you, but all the time he was stopped by the fear of being rejected.

He was afraid just like you.

You both knew from mutual friends that you were both single. But you were just as afraid to hear the opposite. Because then it will mean that you are definitely late.

But maybe one day you’ll meet again when you’re different people. Maybe then you’ll be better for each other.

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fic #fanfic #harry styles masterlist #sad fic #break up #moving on

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catebody · 2 months

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EVERY lyric in we can’t be friends (wait for your love) is paralyzing.

ME AND MY TRUTH WE SIT IN SILENCE!????

I DONT LIKE HOW YOU PAINT ME YET IM STILL HERE HANGING

WAIT UNTILL YOU LIKE ME AGAIN

I DIDNT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND ME, HOW COULD YOU EVER EVEN TRY

im on the floor bye

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a-strange-familiar · 2 years

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HIS MEMORIES - 3 (HS)

A/n : This is part 3 and last part of my short series, HIS MEMORIES. please read the previous parts .

I know I took some time for part 3 . Sorry. It's a bit long , but not too long. And it's not my best , but I really tried.

Warnings : Angst, lil cursing. Crying (some people think its not cool) happy ending !

Pairing : Actress!Y/n and Harry

Summary : you and Harry broke up few months back but still are in love with each other. And you both meet each other in a party after all these months . And all the memories you both tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.

(*The paragraphs in between in italics are flashbacks*)

Part 1 part 2

HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

Your hands are on your lap. Your fingers are drumming on your thighs.

After leaving the balcony in the party, you and Harry both went separate ways, so you can get out. He directly went out of the party without talking to anyone to wait in his car for you. You didn't ask why he didn't say bye to anyone. It's least of your worry now.

You went to some of your friends and some people you know to say goodbye. You gave them some lame excuse, that you have headache.

And you went to Gemma and said what happened. And she just hugged you and gave some reassurance.

And almost after 15 minutes you are out at back door, the place where Harry is patiently waiting for you inside his car.

And now here you are in his car. Both of you driving to your place. You both sat in silence. No one is volunteering to speak . It may be silent outside but your mind is frantic. It's a bloody hurricane.

You making up all the possible scenarios in your head . You are thinking all the possible ways the conversation can happen.

Even Harry's mind is a chaotic mess right now. He can't stop thinking. He absolutely have no idea about what is he going to say. He is completely and utterly lost. The only thing is know is that he want you. He need you. No matter how hard it is, he is not going to give up this time. He is damn sure he is ready to take anything from you. He is even ready to take some slaps in that matter. He is that desperate. And he is not ready to loose his love of the life , again.

He always knew that you are the one. You were it for him. He planned a future with you. But he never thought it's going end like this. That he is going to fuck up everything. And now it's time to make things right. He know it's late, he know probably you don't love him anymore. But he can't let you go. Not again. Not now. Not ever.

When he first saw you he had an immediate connection with you. It's kind of warm feeling he had.

It's not love at first sight. No. His love towards you gradually increased.

He slowly fell in love with your personality, your voice, your eyes, your hair, your smile, your humour, your kindness, your innocence.

And day by day it started to physical hurt him because of the amount of love he had towards you . He loves you that much.

And it's same with you too. You love him to moon and back . Hell , you actually love him to neptune and back , if that make sense. You have a crush on him before you met him . You always loved his music and his personality. He is hot and handsome but his character is also soo attractive, which made you to be a huge fan girl. But once you met him and got to know him personally the feeling you had for him just amplified. You got to know how genuine and kind he is . And how caring and an amazing human he is.

And now sitting in his car like this, in silence you just can't wrap your head around the fact that you both in this particular situation. You never thought that you both will end like this. You never thought that , that day will happen.

It's been 2 weeks since you saw Harry . And you both didn't even talk a lot on phone. Just a text once in a while. Just checking on each other. Well, mostly you checking on him. Just messaging him and reminding him to eat and asking if he wants to come over , which he refused to. You didn't mind it though. You respect he's space and you understand that he need alone time. He's tour is about start in few weeks and everything is getting ready to kick start the tour. Your happy for him . You know he is nervous about the tour, even if he say otherwise ,you know the truth . So you let him have his space to clear his head and prepare. But you miss him a lot. And also he was acting weird since two weeks. Which you refused to think about. But you wanna know it anyway.

So, now here you are at his front door with his favorite Chinese food , waiting for him to open the door.

And then he came and opened the door . You met with his beautiful face as always . But something is different this time .He doesn't have that warm smile he used to have ever time he opens the door for you. He is a bit different.

" Hey " is all you could manage to say after seeing him like that.

" Hi , come on in " He moved a bit to give you place to walk in.

You went inside and turned around again to face the door , waiting for him to close the door and to give you a hug or a kiss.

He turned back when he locked the door. Eyes meeting your. You were waiting for him to hug and kiss you. But nothing happened. He made his way inside past you and murmured "come on".

Your heart cracked with that. You can physically hear the sound. He was never like this. He always wanted to hug you or kiss you. He was always a man for touch. His love language is touch. Even at his worst times he always found comfort in your touch. He always kissed you when come home , a sweet welcome you wanted to the rest of your life. And it's weird that its been 2 weeks since you both met and he is not showing any sign the he missed you.

This is not good.

Have you done something?

You pushed back your bitter feeling and made your way to the kitchen where he is now.

He is filling a glass with water. And after filling the glass he came near you and offered it. You took the glass from him and set the Chinese food on the kitchen counter. You took a tiny sip from the water , honestly you can't drink it now. You set the glass on the table and turned to him . His eyes on you but he had no expression on his face.

"You ok bubs ?" you asked in concern.

"Yeah , I'm good."

But you don't believe it.

And he made his way to living room again and sat on the couch. You followed him to the couch. Not knowing what to say or do you just stood near the couch.

What's going on ?

He looked at you "you not gonna sit?"

You furrowed your brows went and sat on the couch next to him. Not sitting too close to him like you always do.

There is a few moments of silence . And you honestly don't know what is going on. What's on his mind. You kinda suspecting things which you don't want to happen.

" OK. Enough is enough. Harry, what's wrong? What happened? Did I do something, why are you like this ?"

He doesn't answer you , he is just looking ahead of him. And you are almost having a panic attack.

" Harry, what's wrong? It's been 2 weeks since we met. You didn't even talked to me properly these 2 weeks. And now I came here and you are behaving like I'm the last person that you wanted to be around. Seriously, what's wrong?"

And then he looked at you. You met with his eyes again. Now getting a proper look. They are blood shot. Is he not sleeping properly ?

"Please tell what's wrong bubs , I'm on a edge of having a panic attack. Please talk . Please " you are trying soo hard to keep your mind straight.

And then he spoke. And the ground beneath you shattered by what he said.

" I can't do this anymore, y/n"

Are you listening properly? Are you dreaming? Did he really said that?

" W - What are y-... you talking about ?"

He suddenly stood from the couch. Running his hand through his curls, not looking at you.

"Harry, what are you saying?" This time you raised your voice a bit to get his attention.

He looked back at you. His eyes are glistening.

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

"Do what?" You asked in confusion .

He doesn't answer you he is just keep looking at you.

"Harry can't you understand? I asked , you can't do what?"

"Us Y/n. I can't do this. Us ." He raised his voice.

You can't understand anything. What happened to him?

"What do mean by by that ? What happened to us ? We were fine few days ago. What happened all of a sudden? "

"I don't know. I just don't - .... I just can't anymore."

Your worst nightmare is about to get true.

"Why? Don't you love me anymore? Are you bored of me ? Did you find someone else ?"

You state all the possible reasons you can think of.

"What ? No. I didn't find anyone."

"Then what , are you bored of me ? You fell out of love?"

"No , I love you and I will forever. That's the reason why I can't do this anymore. "

Now you are completely lost.

"Harry, I can't understand a single shit. "

He walked towards you where you are seated on couch. He kneeled infront of you placing his hand on your knees.

"Y/n ." He said in a defeated and sad tone and brought his hand to your face to wipe off the tears which you don't know are falling.

"I love you. And I will always that's the reason why I'm doing this. Life is going to change , puppy."

He immediately cursed himself for the nickname

"What is gonna change, Harry ? " You can't even recognize your own voice. It's soo fragile.

"Everything. Everything is gonna change. You deserve a lot than this . Tour is gonna start , everything will change. We will be apart , we will fight a lot. It's gonna be hard. Too hard for us. We can't even spend few days apart from each other and spending all these months will be horrible. "

You are crying. Tears are continuously falling.

"You are the one saying that we can't even spend few days apart, then how do you expect me to break up will you and live without you ?"

"That's different."

" No it's not. " Now your shouting. You stood up from the couch and started pacing around.

"Are you really breaking up with me for this silly reason? Don't you think it's completely dumb ?"

"No, I don't think it's dumb. And it's not silly."

"Harry, you can't be serious . Tell me truth. Do you love someone else or am I the problem here ?"

"No , y/n. It's nothing to do with you. And no I didn't find anyone else. "

You took 3 steps and stood directly in front of him. You placed you hand on him and took his shirt and balled your fist.

"Please, Harry. Don't do this . We can find a way. We can work it out. I'll be with you. We can do this. I'll come to as many shows as possible. Please , Harry. Please." You are uncontrollably sobbing now. You leaned and pressed your head to his shoulder.

He brought his hand to your head and softly ran it through your hair. " Sorry , love. "

You are shocked. He really is so determined on breaking up. You stood straight again and saw his face. He is also crying now. You heart is breaking.

"So that's it then ? This what you really want ?" You asked.

He doesn't respond. He just nods.

And after 10 minutes of trying to convince him again and a little bit of shouting you stromed through his front door.

After what felt like a lifetime you finally reached your home.

Harry parked his car and you both got down. You both made to your front door with out a single word. But you can feel his eyes on you. He is practically burning holes but not with anger.

You opened the front door and invited him in and after closing door you both sat on the couch exactly like the day you both broke up. With distance and uncomfortable silence.

"You want something to drink?" You offered him.

"No thanks. I'm good. "

Few more moments passed by and you are patiently waiting for him to start. You want him to start the conversation this time.

He finally turned towards you. You meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry , y/n. "

You just nod.

"I love you. I never stopped. And I don't think I ever will."

You look away from him. You are trying to suppress the tears that are threatening to fall.

"I know I fucked up. Everything thing. I messed up everything. I ruined you. I know. And I'm sorry. And I'm ready to do anything to make them right. And I'd do anything to win your love back."

"There is really nothing to do , Harry."

"I know, baby." He placed his hand on top of yours .

"But I wanna do it. I want you."

"Took you long enough for this , huh ?"

"I know it's late. I know maybe you don't love me anymore. "

But you do love him .

"Or maybe you found someone else." He said that like he is indirectly asking you a question. He said those words as if they are poison.

"No , there is no one." You conformed him. You don't even know why you said that.

He released a breath of relief.

"All these months I waited for you, Harry. I know you did it with a reason. I thought maybe you'll understand and come back to me. But you didn't."

He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him.

"You know what's the hard part ?" You looked at him in the eyes.

"Not knowing what will happen. Not knowing whether you will come back or not. Not knowing what to do." A tear is falling from your right eye.

"It's hard to wait for someone when you dont know whether they will come back or not. And it's even more hard to give up on them ."

He is still catching your hand on your lap. His eyes are glistening.

"I felt pathetic, Harry. I didn't know what to do. I was sad and mad at you. And later all that sadness turned into anger and all that anger turned into defeat."

"I'm sorry , baby. I really am. I don't know how to express how sorry I am. I will do anything and everything."

You just turn away from him.

"You know , I love you , y/n . That's the reason why I had to walk away from you. I thought it's best for you . You deserve more y/n. You deserve someone who can complete give themself for you. Who can be there for you always."

"You are there for me , Harry. Always. "

"I know, but im talking physically who can be near you all the time. And once I'm away it will be difficult. I convinced myself that you deserve more. And I do think you deserve more. That's why I broke up."

Now you both are crying. God, you feel sick of this crying.

"I thought I can't be selfish with you. I couldn't be. I know you deserve more. But all these months there is no single day that I didn't thought about you. You are constantly on my mind. I missed you like hell. And I can't do this anymore. I thought I can move on but I can't. Because you are the one for me. And for the first time in my entire life I want to be selfish and I want to keep you with me. I want you , I need you. And I want to keep you on my pocket and protect you from everyone and everything in this world."

You released a small chuckle at that.

"I don't think that I will fit in your pocket, Harry."

He smiled. " I know , but I want to. And if that's not possible I be your side and protect you and make sure nothing will hurt you . And even I won't hurt you again. I promise. "

He brought his hand in front of you and raised his pinky finger for promise.

You chuckled again. God, he such a baby.

You didn't immediately wrapped your finger with his. You are thinking. This means that you both are back to normal again. Maybe not completely normal, it will take some time. But this means you'll be his again and he will be yours again.

You lifted your pinky finger and wrapped with his. It's a promise now.

He had this big smile on his face which you missed seeing. God you really missed him

"So , this means..." He asked you in caution.

"Yes". You nod.

He sighed in relief and in content.

"Can I -... um .. can I hug you? "He asked.

You didn't answer, you just launched yourself at him and hugged him tight. He hugged you just as same.

His kissed the side of your head . " God , I missed you. I love you, I love you so fucking much. "

You let go of him after few prolong moments. But clearly neither of wanted to let go.

"So what now ? You will go to tour again after few months. This time you will be even more far away. What are you gonna do then ?"

He took your hand again and kissed it.

"We'll figure it out . This time wisely, I'll let you decide this time. I'm not gonna use my brain anymore, not after knowing the possible outcomes. Nope. "

You start laughing .

"But I was thinking that , you said that you are gonna take a break, so maybe you can join with me in the tour officially as my girlfriend. I know you hate being a groupie. You can even work as my personal assistant and take care of me." He completed with a smirk.

You swat his chest his chest at his idea.

"But you don't have to. I know it's lot to ask you travel with me like that. And I will never come between you and your work. I just brought this up because you said you are gonna take a break. I'm never gonna let you sacrifice you work. And it's ok if you don't want to . We will figure it , there is time. We can handle distance."

He cupped your face with his hands.

"You are worth each and every mile between us."

You smile at him.

"Break up made you soo wise." You comment at his words.

He just smile at you and kissed your forehead.

"And yes , I like the idea . We will talk about it. You know it's my dream to be on tour and travel with you. But no , I'm not gonna be a groupie or your 'personal assistant ' . I'll talk to Jeff about it later."

You both are grinning ear to ear.

"And I can't wait to show the world that you are mine and that I found the one."

You feel content now. You feel happy. That finally he is your's again. You got the love of your life back.

Maybe sometimes two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back.

"Can I kiss you now ? I'm dying here." He asked with a hope in his eyes.

You nod. With out wasting anymore time he slammed his lips to yours. His kiss is hungry, full of passion. You can feel how much he missed you.

He slowly lifted you and placed you on his lap. Now you are kissing him even more eagerly while straddling him. He is biting your lip and sucking on it. And he slowly traced tip of his tongue on your bottom lip silently asking for permission. You opened your mouth and gave him permission into your mouth . Your tongues playing with each other. The kiss is messy , sloppy. Just the way you both like.

And you both leaned back to get some air. You both are out of breath.

He leaned his forehead to your's. You both are grinning.

"I love you , y/n."

"I love you more , Harry."

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A/n : thank you for reading my work it means at lot to me. I know I took some time to complete it , I just had a lot in my plate right now. But thank you for the love. Thank you appreciating my work.

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penelopespoety · 9 months

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What am I now?

Story background : This story is based on the song “Falling” by Harry Styles

Summary : you’ve lost yourself after a long relationship with your ex “Harry” and you thought you could pull it together but you can’t lost in your thoughts and wondering what you did wrong

Pairing : Harry styles x fem!reader

Warning: could by signs of depression, crying, and losing yourself!

A/N : I hope you enjoy :)

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“Here I am again” you said to yourself while laying in your bed looking up at the ceiling

This is the 1st whole week since you and harry have been broken up

Harry always made you feel safe, while being with him depression was never part of you vocabulary

what am I doing with my life? you said feeling so ugly and disgusting

“I have become something you would’ve never let me become hairy” you said taking one last sip of the liquor you had and slightly giggled but nothing was funny

I just can’t bring myself to get up and get ready for anything

What am I now you thought

You finally force yourself to get up and walk to the closet

You can’t help but to look over at the other side of the closet

And you see that’s it’s still completely empty, you were just hoping his clothes would just magically appear

PLEASE,PLEASE…… this has to be a bad dream you said crying

“My harry can’t really be gone” you said with tears slowly falling

“How can he say he loves me and then just get up and walk away did I mean anything to him??” you thought wile looking up trying to stop the tears

You walk downstairs to the front door and started crying

You were hoping he would walk though that door and say it was just a long day of work And that he missed you so much that he will never be out for that long again

I just want to be in his arms I miss brushing his hair out for him every morning trying the be the best girlfriend ever

“HARRY IM SORRY WHAT DID I DO” you screamed

“I MISS YOU SO MUCH”…………

You fell to the ground crying

I care about you so much harry please come back to me

“Is my harry really gone”……… you said crying

I’m so lost without you I CANT SLEEP, I CANT EAT IM LOSING MYSELF HARRY”

“IM FALLING”

“I’m sorry am I now that someone that you never want around??”

“Do you not need me anymore? Cause I feel like you’ll never need me again”

No more calling me your girlfriend, no more long hugs before bed, no more play fighting, no more late night walks, no more writing music together it’s all over

WHAT AM I NOW HARRY…… a monster?, a weirdo, a leach that just won’t let go?? Tell me something someone

“What am I now harry I can’t move on” you cried……………

“Im falling again I’m falling again IM FALLING harry”

The end

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dearreader · 4 months

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being a swiftie and joining a new fandom where no one likes taylor swift:

#kelly babels #one time having to explain that joe alwyn existed pist break up and harry styles wasn’t her most recent boyfriend post joever was something

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beautifuldreamlandwonderland · 2 years

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𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝙼𝚎 (𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝙶𝙽! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Quick Summery: There was once a time where you and Harry were in love, but just like all other good things, it eventually came to an end. You were Harry’s first love, and that would never change. After all, that’s what happens with one’s first true love. Even when it’s all over and placed in the past, that person always holds a special place in your heart...

Warnings: None

Reader Key: (Y/N) = Your Name (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

Adding Notes: Collage is made by me and I found all the images off of Pinterest as always! This imagine is inspired by the song Right Where You Left Me By Taylor Swift

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𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊�� 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝

𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢, "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝"

𝙸, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙

𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗

𝙸, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍-𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎

~Present Time~

Harry sat in the corner near a window in a coffee shop in England, the early sun rising around the clouds in the distance, but he paid no mind to the view outside. He stared down at the iced latte in his hand, taking a few sips every now and again as he waited for some crowds outside to clear before continuing his morning run.

He had been there for about twenty minutes, this being his favorite part in London to go to, there being no crowds, and all the fans he met were always calm, collected, and nice, always generous of his time. But, he wouldn’t have ever expected this would be the place he would see you again after exactly ten years. After...everything that had happened between the two of you.

But yet, there you were.

You walked inside the coffee shop, looking the direction Harry sat, and once your eyes had locked with the other, all the memories came flooding right back to his mind all at once, and for a few seconds, neither of you spoke. I mean, what could he say to the person who was his first love after an entire decade of not seeing them?

“Harry?” You said after half a minute going by, raising a brow.

“(Y/N).” He smiled a tiny bit, before clearing his throat and standing up, putting his hands in his pockets. “Wow, you look great. Long time no see.” He said a bit awkwardly, but his small smile never faltered.

“Yeah, it has been a long time.” You chuckled and nodded in agreement, scratching your neck.

With a tiny sigh, Harry pointed his thumb behind him in the direction of his table, before asking, “Unless you have somewhere else to be, you’re busy, or something like that, I was wondering if you’d perhaps like to catch up?”

You smiled and nodded. “Of course, I have nowhere to be in a while. I’d love to catch up with you.”

“Great then, have a seat.” Harry fiddled with his hands nervously before he sat down, you sitting down across from him, looking back up at him with a smile, and just like that all of it hit him at once, harder than the first time when you walked through the coffee shop door.

~Flashback...Harry: Age 14 You: Age 15~

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).” Harry beamed with a smile, as he handed you a small poster covered in photos of the both of you, along with some flowers taped down, hearts and stars, and a few strips from photo booth’s you both ran in on mall and carnival trips.

“I love it, Harry! Thank you so much.” You smiled, before engulfing him in a tight hug, the both of you laughing. “I will treasure this for the rest of my life.”

After you both pulled away, he began to fiddle with his hands, something he always did when he was a little nervous. A small habit of his you picked up on after being friend with him since you were ten. “Are you okay, Harry?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded at you, giving a small thumbs up before grabbing his slice of cake from beside him, beginning to take small bites. You both were at your house, since your family decided to throw a small party, and it was all pretty much over. All your friends that came had already left, and since yours and Harry’s mom’s were close friends as well, they gave Harry permission to have a sleepover with you.

This was one of Harry’s favorite memories. Especially since his birthday gift was giving you memories.

“Of course I’m alright, why would anything be wrong on your birthday?” He replied.

You shook your head and took his hand into yours, a small bit of pink forming on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. “Harry, c’mon you can tell me.”

“You have chocolate on your lips.” He mumbled, green eyes focused on your lips, flicking to your eyes every few seconds.

You took your finger and wiped your bottom lip, making Harry chuckle, before he took a napkin, gently wiping the chocolate frosting off your bottom lip and chin, giving a goofy smile. “There you go, dumb dumb.”

“Oh yeah, whatever.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

You both broke into a fit of giggles, before eventually, you both looked at each other as you sat criss-crossed on your bed. Then, before he knew it, you pressed a small chaste kiss to his lips, it only lasting about two seconds before you pulled away, face redder than a tomato.

And just like that, you and Harry shared your first kiss on your birthday, you both stupid little children that had no idea what life had in store for the both of them. But at that time, that didn’t really matter.

“I think I like you.” He suddenly blurted. “But, like like, not just one like.”

Harry felt like he completely messes everything up the moment he confessed it, but you just smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I like like you too, Harry.”

~Another Flashback...Harry: Age 16 You: Age 17~

Harry leapt off stage as the final song that he and his band, One Direction, concluded, and jogged to you, taking you in his arms as he smiled and cried tears of joy. This was their first real performance, and as you squealed in excitement, feeling him spin you around, he eventually placed you back on the ground and you cupped his cheeks, wiping his cheeks with your thumbs.

“Congratulations, Harry! I told you! I told you that you’d make it!” You screamed over the the crowds shouts and squeals, him nodding and pulling you into a short kiss before taking you into a hug.

You and him snuck backstage, sneaking past a few of the fans that tried to snatch you both, security holding them back as Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam followed behind you both. The six of you bursted out into laughter and cheers, all taking in a big group hug, Louis ruffling your hair, while giving Harry a playful punch on the shoulder.

You had grown close with the rest of his bandmates, them all seeing you like a sister, but mainly, Louis was the one you grew the closest to, him being the number one fan of you and Harry’s love story. Louis, was always yours, and especially Harry’s biggest supporters..

As the four boys talked and joked in a far corner, Harry rested his forehead against yours, smiling at you. “Thank you for always supporting me...through it all, since the beginning. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life...”

~Flashback...Harry: Age 17 You: Age 18~

You and Harry sat on top of the roof of a gas station, eating ice cream out of cups, looking at sunset in the distance, the colors of pinks, oranges, yellows and reds, creating an image any artist would die to slap on a lonely canvas in that moment. Two lovers sitting on a rooftop, watching the sunset with rainbow sherbet ice cream. Almost like a scene from a movie.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Harry whispered, as he rested his head in your lap, your hands running through his hair.

You froze for a second. That was the first time he ever told you he loved you, even though you both were in an official relationship for four years. Even on your nights of passion, full of sweet words and praise, those words had never slipped out of his mouth, which you understood.

Even though not to everyone, saying I love you is a big step.

“You don’t have to say it back if you still aren’t ready, which I’ll respect, but,” Harry said, releasing a sigh before sitting up and looking at you with those deep green eyes you fell for even more for every time they looked at you, “But I mean it. I love you. You’re my everything. You’re the one I see myself marrying one day. The one I have my children with, the one I share my whole future with, and I wouldn’t want this story between us to go any other way.”

You felt your eyes tear up slightly, before you wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek as he hugged you back warmly. “I love you too, Harry. You’re my everything. You’re...you’re my forever.”

~Flashback...Harry: Age 18 You: Age 19~

You and Harry stood outside of a restaurant, the sky being dark only decorated in stars, and a few Christmas lights hung around, mainly red and green, beautiful decorations for the new year, and Christmas almost right around the corner.

But, this day wasn’t so cheery.

You and Harry had been having a tough time lately, and you hardly had any time to spend together. Him being constantly preoccupied with his band and work, while you were struggling to get into college to pursue your own goals and aspirations in life, seemed to be one of the things that was hindering your relationship and making it more difficult to sustain.

You both wanted different things. Had different ambitions. But was it to so different that the everything had to end for both of your own benefits?

“I might be advancing my career, but it appears like you're advancing your reputation rather than your career.” As you continued, the salt in your voice seeped into Harry's heart wounds. “Neither I nor you will ever change.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Harry had to push back the bitter feeling exploding in his chest. Heartbreak. But, why? All this was was just some argument you’d get past. “You think I’m doing these things for my reputation?”

“If you were truly making moves for the career you wanted, you would’ve talked to Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam sooner about the solo careers all of you seem to want, maybe a bit about that internship instead of turning them down.” You stated, eyes scolding at him. “What? You think I didn’t know about that?”

“You went through my emails?” Harry blinked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You portray what I did as cunning and sly.” Even though there was nothing funny about the current circumstance, you shook your head and laughed a little. “You still had the email conversation open on your laptop. I didn't look about or spy around; I just happened to see it.”

“When you phrase it like that, it certainly sounds like the opposite.” Harry clenched his fists, soon crossing his arms as he looked to the side.

“Now wouldn't I have confronted you about it right there if I had been looking around, don't you think?” You spoke up. “I was expecting you to let me know that you had declined them because you used to be honest with me.”

“Do I have to share every professional decision I make with you?” Harry prompted. “I don't think so, given that you don't inform me of anything either. You intend to attend college overseas, right?” He ran a hand through his hair and puffed a laugh devoid of humor. “The only discussion I've ever had with your brother/sister/sibling that lasted more than two sentences was this. However, she/he/they somehow tells me more than you did!”

“It is a backup plan.” Your voice rose to match his as you gave an explanation. “And that decision is not yet final in any way. I have alternative colleges to completely consider, but I like to be ready for the future!”

“Well then, I guess if we’re both putting our futures first, maybe we don’t have time for this relationship anymore!” He snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

It all fell to silence after Harry’s declaration, almost as though time had suddenly went frozen after those words had flew from his mouth.

You glanced down at your winter boots, as if you didn't want Harry to see the look on your face. “I guess there isn't.” You muttered, backing away from Harry a few paces. When had you both gotten in each other's faces?

Harry began to breathe heavily, as he watched you shove your hands in your jacket pockets and turn on your heel, fidgeting for your car keys. Eventually you slowly pulled them out and began to walk away from him, the snow crunching beneath your shoes, him only staring at you as you walked away.

After a few steps, you finally turned around to face him, tears gliding down your face, and you opened your mouth slightly, seeming like you wanted to say something else, but instead settled with something more final. “Goodbye, Harry.”

And just like that, he watched you get into your car and drive off into the snowy night.

~~~

It was fair to say that Harry didn’t get much sleep that night. He just began to think as he stared up at his ceiling, why on earth did he say that to you? Of course there was time for your relationship, relationships weren’t supposed to be easy. You had to work at it. There had to be equal give and take.

By the time the sun had rolled over the hills, Harry rubbed his eyes with a sigh and had already came to the final conclusion that he was in the wrong. Angered at himself for being the cause of your pain. He never wanted that for you. All he wanted was to protect you, take care of you, laugh, smile, and joke with you. All he wanted was to love you and that go on until the day he died.

Wow...he was really forever about you, wasn’t he?

Eventually, after about three weeks, him not being able to bring himself to call you, despite Louis, Niall, and Liam’s comforting words, saying that you’d forgive him and take him back, and everything would be alright, all couples fight, and everything would be alright and all he needed to do was talk to you.

Instead of calling you, he drove over to your house, standing at your porch staring at your front door for what seemed like hours, trying to decide if he should either walk away or knock on the door, hoping for the best. Eventually, he pressed his thumb to the doorbell, and he took a shaky breath, waiting for his fate to come and tell him what it held in store for him completely.

Then, as the door opened, his small smile dropped as soon as he saw who it was. It was your mother.

“Harry?” She said in a questioning voice, before clearing her throat and crossing her arms. “Hey sweetheart...uhm, what are you doing here?”

“Is (Y/N) home? I really need to speak to them.” He said, his voice cracking a tiny bit, just the mention of your name adding another scar to his heart.

“Oh, uh, Harry they aren’t home.” She mumbled, shaking her head slightly, a look in her eyes of sorrow that made Harry feel that bitter feeling in his chest again, even though nothing happened yet...

“Oh,” He cleared his throat and put his hands in his pockets as he stared at the ground. “Do you know the next time they’ll be home that I can see them, then? The sooner the better.”

There was a moment of silence before your mother spoke again, before letting out a sigh, stepping out and placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Harry, I’m sorry you have to hear this from me, but...oh darling, (Y/N) left a week and a half ago for college, and they won’t be coming back for...a long time. The location they placed them is permanent.”

As soon as that sentence calculated itself in his brain, and made it way down to his heart, Harry broke down into tears, covering his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Harry, sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Your mother said gently, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

Eventually, Harry slowly pulled away, whispering a thank you to your mother, walking back to his car to head back home. And just like that, it was all over. Right where your story had left off...

~Present time...10 years later~

Now, sitting across from you in the warm coffee shop gave him a small bitter feeling in his chest, but at the same time, sweet. To put the feeling in one word, it was simply bittersweet.

Even though eventually, Harry had to find closure and solace in his own time after your departure, a small feeling of guilt and sadness still lingered there when he heard you speak about what has been going on in your life currently. You got the scholarship you wanted, receiving the success you wanted, despite what you had went through during that time.

“And then, I met Charles.” You smiled gently, fiddling with the diamond ring on your left hand that Harry had just noticed. He pieced it together,

“Oh, so you’re..” He drew out, glancing at your ring.

You nodded, holding up you hand, giving him a clear view of the slightly tinted diamond on your ring finger. “Yes, engaged. Been for about three months. I met him in my final year in college.”

Harry smiled, feeling genuinely happy for you. Even though, before this lively conversation, the last time you officially spoke was that fight that resulted in it all ending, he found himself not really thinking of it, instead, only thinking of your happiness and how your life had been going. Just as you both wished, even though it didn’t end exactly how you originally thought it would, it still happened for you, and that’s all he wished for you, ever since the very day he met you.

“We adopted a baby girl as well, she’s two years old, and she’s absolutely beautiful. My little Victoria.” You smiled, pulling out your phone and showing him a photo of you and a small girl, little blonde strands of hair coming out of her tiny head, big bright brown eyes.

“She’s adorable.” He smiled, looking at you. “You have no idea how happy I am for you, (Y/N).”

“As I am for you, Harry.” You chuckled. “I mean, wow, you won a grammy, huh? As you should’ve. Watermelon Sugar was, and still is a bop.”

Harry’s smile grew larger as he chuckled. “You still listen to my music?”

“Of course I did. Never stopped. I’m one of your biggest fans, after all.” You nodded, giving him a wink which he simply laughed and shook his head at.

Even after all the time that had passed, it’s almost as if no time had went by at all. And he knew, that yes, him and you both and moved on and let go of the past relationship, but who’s to say a friendship couldn’t grow again? And he knew that no matter what, he would always love you, you were his first love, and you’d always have a special place in his heart, and that would never change.

“Even after all this time that had gone by, you’re still the girl I once knew.” He smiled, taking a piece of his receipt off the table, taking a pen and scribbling down a few numbers. “Only if you want to of course, that’s my number if maybe every other Sunday morning we can meet here, catch up some more. Maybe you can even meet Olivia, or someday I can meet your fiancè, Charles and your beautiful daughter, Victoria.”

You smiled, eyes squinting as you nodded. “I’d love that Harry. I’d love that very much...”

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