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Sick Of You III — h.s.

[when a boyfriend of two years breaks it off and offers a new arrangement, of course you’ll take it up. this is your prime chance to prove him wrong. and Harry can’t bear to watch it]

[part one is here, part two is here, and i just wanted to say thank you thank you thank you for all the love you’ve shown. this one took a loonnngggg time to hash out because I wanted to give it a good realistic feel to the argument, bc y/n fucked up badddd. so, that being said, i'm hoping i was able to deliver and i really hope you enjoy it xxx]

wc; 13.3k

pairing; harry x reader

cw; friends to lovers au, brief smut, annggsssttttt, harry tears, lots of arguing, drinking, smoking, swearing ALOT of it, we’re not exactly y/n’s biggest fans

pov; y/n, but third person

[pssst…. you can find my masterlist here]

“There y’go, sweet girl.” Harry panted out, his hands cupped under her ass as she rocked back and forth on his cock, the tip practically smushed against her g-spot. “Tha’ feel good?” He hummed, as she buried her face in his neck, her hands gripping tight at his shoulders for leverage. She nodded quickly, gasping out a weak ‘Yes!’ before whimpering against the crook of his neck. “So full, Harry.” She hiccuped and Harry’s head fell back, Y/N taking the opportunity to litter kisses anywhere she could at the newly uncovered area. His hands came up to smooth along her back, one hand finding the soft ends of her hair, his fingers twirling the strands around each digit. He’d learned long ago about how she’d coo and preen into his touch. He had moved his head back to watch her do just that, and watch the goosebumps skirt up her arms. “All mine, dove.” He had hummed against her skin. “Tell me.” He begged, sliding an arm around her waist to lift her up a bit, his hips rocking up into her. He heard her gasp, whine, whimper, everything but what he really wanted to hear. “Tell me, Y/N. Please, tell me you’re mine.” He asked again, peppering kisses across her chest. Just as he found her nipple beginning to suck gently, as he knew would get her to say what he wanted to hear, a lower voice from the corner began to laugh.

“Go on, tell him.”

Harry’s head snapped up, ignoring Y/N’s cries as she came, her hips still rocking against him with her head thrown back.

Mark was standing by the door.

•••

Harry’s eyes flew open, sitting up immediately before scanning the room for his clock that he must’ve kicked to the floor in his sleep. 4:16am. He groaned, his hands reaching up to rub his face before laying back down. Maybe I can stare at the ceiling some more and fall asleep?

“Tell him.” Harry audibly scowled, pulling the pillow over his head. He couldn’t even find peace in his sleep, his own brain won’t let him get the girl while he’s unconscious. Ridiculous, really. At this point, he’d rather just scrap the whole day and try again tomorrow. He didn’t feel like moving. Didn’t feel like sitting up and he didn’t feel like stretching his aching limbs. He certainly didn't feel like pulling his curtains back to let the daylight in, definitely didn’t feel like getting in the shower, didn’t feel like tidying up his living room from the night before, he didn’t feel like doing anything but lay down.

So he did. With the T.V. on whatever was already channelled in, he laid in his bed and let his thoughts drift. If he looked out to the aforementioned curtain covered window, he wondered if it was going to rain, since the sun should’ve begun coming up by now. It had to have been covered in clouds, a perfect start to a shitty morning evidently. He dared look back at the clock. What had felt like it had at least been ten minutes, in fact was a little of an hour had gone by. So, with his throat scratchy, his eyes raw, his head pounding, and feeling like shit, he pushed himself up to trudge into the bathroom despite his lack of motivation. Start with a shower, he thought to himself, as he brought a heavy hand to the knobs before stepping under the water.

Usually, he would let his mind wander. Sometimes long enough for his hands to find his cock, tugging till he found his relief under the water. Now? He shuts his eyes, focusing instead on the feel of the hot water pelting at his skin. If only he could put it all off until tomorrow and stop existing only for the day. He was well aware that the minute he’d let the reins go, his thoughts would return to her.

Yet, Harry suddenly can't seem to catch his breath in the shower, the inevitable tears slipping past his cheeks as hard choking sobs wracked through his body, his forehead resting against the ceramic tiles. Nothing could stop whatever noise clawed its way from his gut and out of his mouth when he thought about the night before. He wasn’t even sure why this time was so much worse than all the others.

Was it because he felt like the end was near? That his efforts paid off, or that it was looking like he’d come out on top after all? That all signs were pointing to yes? Not, watch out for the rug that's about to be ripped away from under your feet? Or was it how stupid he never thought she’d have been to throw away what was obviously the right kind of love? That she'd be so blinded to deny it?

You shouldn’t think like that, it’s not like you don’t love her anymore.

Finally stepping out of the shower, he grabbed whatever clothes his hands found from his drawers and began down the hallway to the kitchen. As Harry brewed himself a cup of coffee, he scrolled through his phone for unanswered texts or calls, even updating himself on the news. Again, anything that allowed his mind to venture away from her. Sure there were things that always reminded him of her but he did his best to steer clear as best he could.

While he waited for the machine to finish, he glanced over his living spaces. Nothing too terrible. There were some empty pizza boxes on the kitchen island (he later learned that someone was kind enough to put the last unopened box of pizza in his fridge along with the drinks), and the chairs were a bit haphazard and the couch was covered in crumbs and pillows. This really shouldn’t take too long to tidy up.

About an hour passed, and Harry had gotten through his second cup of coffee, feeling somewhat better and more alert. At least enough to get the day done and over with. So Harry, after looking at the state of his neglected garden from the window, decided to dip into the closet for his broom to start there. The area hadn’t been used since the summer, and with the snowier months on the way, he thought he’d better tidy it now so it wasn’t so atrocious come next springtime.

By the time he finished and stepped back inside the heated walls, a knock came from his front door. Dread ran through his blood, as he stared at it before hurriedly opening the door, immediate relief rippling through his body when Daphne was revealed to have been standing at the other side.

“Hey, Daph.” He sighed, his head tilted in confusion afterwards. “S’quite early, isn’t it? Why’re you up?” He asked but Daphne shook her head, and he noticed she looked quite frazzled. “Nevermind that, y’busy?” She asked hurriedly. “Not exactly, but,” Harry started before Daphne was pushing past him into his house. “Come on in, I guess.” He muttered, shutting the door to follow her. “Are you cleaning?” She asked immediately and Harry’s eyes widened. He wasn’t exactly awake just enough to have prepared himself for company. “Not deeply, just tidying.” He replied, eyeing her carefully. He couldn’t tell what was wrong with her. She wasn’t as put together as usual. Honestly, she looked quite dishevelled. “Good. I’ll help you.” She answered, going to grab a trash bag to collect the empty beer cans and bottles. Harry waited a second, feeling his confusion grow deeper before grabbing a bag as well.

They cleaned in silence for a while before Daphne, who was now holding paper towels and some sort of spray to wipe the counters. “Y’sleep okay?” She finally asked and Harry straightened up. “Slept fine.” He answered quickly, hoping that was the last question. (Somehow, he wasn’t convinced.)

Silence again, apart from the occasional spraying sound from her surface cleaner. “Because, y’never came back out after you got sick.” Daphne pried again, and Harry let out a loud exhale. “I’m fine, Daphne.” He reiterated, looking at her sternly. He reaaallllyyy did not want to talk about it, especially with Daphne. She had barely paused, still wiping down the tables or setting glasses in the sink. “It’s just that, I-I’m having a hard time believing you, Harry. I know how you get.” She began again and Harry groaned, his head tipping back. “Daphne. I’m fine. S’alright.” He said again, staring at the ceiling as silence filled the room again.

Thank Go—

“What’d y’mean, s’alright, Harry?” Daphne shouted suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed at him in some form of disbelief. Surely, he’s joking, she thought. “It’s not alright, you get that, yeah?” She huffed, shaking her head at him. “That, that, what she’s doing, is, is- She’s stringing you along! I-It’s nasty, it’s cruel!” Her voice climbing higher and higher, until she was shouting.

“Enough, already! Alright? I know what it is, Daphne! But, you popping up out of nowhere at six a.m. and throwing it in my face at volume 10 isn’t helping things either!” Harry snapped, pausing from picking up the pizza boxes and glasses strewn about the coffee table. “I don’t need you to tell me any of this shit, I can handle m’self, thanks.” As much as he tried not to, he took one look at her and guilt rushed over him. “M’sorry, for yelling. I’m just,” He sighed, setting the garbage bag down to free his hands. “I’m trying to get my mind off it, so, it’s just not something that I really want to talk about. I appreciate your concern, I do. But, I think I just want to be alone.” Daphne chewed at the inside of her lip as she listened to him, “I’m sorry, I really didn’t come here to pry. I just wanted to check in.” She finally uttered out, going to finish tidying in the kitchen. “I’m at least going to help you finish first.” She said adamantly. And Harry let out a sigh of relief. That, he could manage. “Thank you, Daph, really.” He reiterated, grateful for the help and now silent company.

By the time Y/N left Jodie’s and arrived at Harry’s, she found that his car was running in the driveway, and his front door seemed to be cracked open by a smidge.

Where was he headed off to? Should I go?

Before another thought could form in her brain, Harry came out in what looked like a hurry, stopping briefly at the sight of her before bounding right past her to the boot of his car.

She stayed still while chewing at the inside of her lip, watching as Harry wrapped up six or seven bags in his arms. Without much acknowledgement, he slid past her again to get in the door. “Would you take the keys out of the ignition for me, this is the last of it.” He grumbled as he passed her. “Sure-,” She sighed, opening his driver door to pull the keys out, the engine shutting down immediately.

After making what felt like a walk of shame to the front door, she froze upon entering. Harry was busying himself with getting the groceries put away, walking back and forth between the bags on the kitchen floor to the fridge or cupboards. Harry was determined not to show her how upset he really was. He wanted to give her the same treatment he had been experiencing from her. Besides the fact, that he was terrified he’d start crying the minute he got a good look at her.

“How have y’been?” He asked, barely taking a glance at her as she shut the door behind her. Just focus on the groceries and the house, he thought to himself. Chairs were still every which way, and Harry had relieved Daphne of her duties about an hour earlier once she finished mopping, so he could manage to pop out to the store and grab some groceries for the week. Organising his apartment, unfortunately, took a brief back corner.

Y/N had stepped in, cautious to watch him as he moved over his apartment. “Have t’say that I’ve felt better.” She mumbled, choosing to stay in the entryway and out of his way. “That so?” Harry replied, his jaw clenching. It was clear that she wasn’t going to let it blow past another day. He decided to prepare himself for the second argument of the day.

“Yeah, um, Harry?” She said hurriedly, wringing her hands together to try and work up the nerve. Harry sighed, ducking his head in the fridge to keep himself busy. “Yeah,” He said dejectedly. There’s no running from it now.

“I wanted to apologise for leaving everyone in the dark last night.” There it was. Harry felt his teeth begin to grind against one another, and he turned to collect some of the emptied reusable bags amongst the others to put them away for his next trip. He hated the plastic bags.

Maybe we could distract ourselves with our thoughts long enough to tune her out?

“It was a rough night, and,” she paused for a moment, “Clearly, I had had a major lapse in judgement.” He feels like his blood's boiling a degree or so higher with every word coming out of her mouth.

He clears his throat, “It’s fine, Y/N.” Can’t you take a hint?

“But it’s not fine, and,” She goes on, but Harry isn’t listening. He knows she's still talking and he’s fully tuned out, but he can’t stomach this much longer. He knew what she was saying without even listening. It was always some excuse, or half-assed ‘Sorry’. So, trying everything he could to cut her off, “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” he griped, hoping that was enough to let her know to back off. What was everyone’s deal? Wanting to talk about it? When did everybody start caring about it?

“Harry, I’m sorry,” She began again, “you’re clearly angry, so just let me,” Harry’s loud groan interrupted her again as he lifted a hand to stop her, “Just stop, yeah?! Sorry?” He spat, “Sorry’s not good enough! You can’t just say- M’tired,” He seethed, “Of hearing how sorry you are. This time, sorry won’t fix it. S’just too soon.” His long legs carried him to the living room to bring a chair back to the kitchen table along with a few wine glasses to sit in the sink, desperate to find something to busy himself with. Anything to avoid this exact argument.

“Wow, y’sound like Daphne.” She muttered, and what meant to sound like a lighthearted joke to lighten the mood, now sounded bitter and demeaning as she now understood, shutting her eyes tight when she saw his head snap back to her. “What?” He asked carefully, taking a few steps in her direction. “What did you just say?” She’d never seen him so angry, taking a few steps backwards as well. “I-I- I didn’t mean,” She stuttered, chewing at her lip when her back met the front door. “Cos’ t’me? Sounded like you had somethin’ snippy to say, and I’d say that you’re in no place to make petty remarks. Especially, when asking me to forgive you all while you stand there, mottled with bruises and hickeys from him.” He spat, shaking his head at her. “How stupid do you think I am?” His head tilted at her, finally backing up to continue unpacking the bags from the store in the kitchen, even laughing as he did. “Hilarious.” He laughed out, glancing back at her before laughing again as he dug through the groceries.

“I-I don’t- think you’re stupid, that’s,” she sighed, starting again with a concentrated breath, “I know you’re angry. And, I know that I deserve to hear it.”

It made his head spin. The same way it always did when he would put his argument aside and give in. Harry could feel his blood bubbling with anger, with hurt, sadness, all of it coming to a head. Before he could do anything to stop it; he turned around again.

“No, what you deserve is each other.” He spat, immediately regretting the words the minute they came out. He knew it sounded morose and beneath him. But he wouldn’t take it back. He was angry, he is angry. Her eyes went wide, opening her mouth before closing it shortly after taking a few steps towards him again. “I-I,” She began again and he watched as her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursed as her eyes danced around the floor before continuing, “You used me! I can’t continue to be the backup, Y/N! That’s all I am! When he doesn't want you, I’m suddenly good enough. Do I matter that little to you?” He felt like he was gasping for air, suffocating slowly and desperate for relief.

She stopped in her tracks, “Of course not, Harry. You know how I feel about you.” She couldn’t think of a time when Harry didn’t matter to her. So her confusion, trying to understand where everything went so wrong, left her at a loss. How she couldn’t see when it went wrong. If she had just talked to Jodie months ago, would they be standing at arms with one another? She’s never seen Harry like this before, ever. The normally cool, calm, collected and goofy Harry, was now hard-eyed, rigid, and cold. Hurt.

Harry scoffed, narrowing his eyes at her. “When?! When have I ever known how you feel about me? When was I something other than your plan b?!” He spat after turning back around, angrily putting cans in the cupboard and throwing frozen vegetables in the freezer. “Worst part is that I fucking knew what was going to happen at breakfast that morning! I knew it!” She thought she was hearing things, but she swore she could hear a choked whimper in his voice. Y/N pursed her lips, shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t believe this, Harry. Everytime he cancelled on me, I called you. Anytime he said or did something wrong, I wanted your company. It wasn’t about the sex.”

Harry felt like throwing a full-blown tantrum as he turned around, his eyes widening. “Jesus, so what? Y’telling me I ought to be grateful then?” He quipped, staring at her.

“Of course not! I’m trying to say that I always wanted you around. And that, maybe sometimes, I was happy Mark would cancel.” She explained but Harry wasn’t buying it. “You’re something fucking else, y’know that? ‘Maybe sometimes?’ Fuckin’..” He huffed, deciding to leave it there as he went back to rinsing the wine glasses in the sink. “It’s my fault, I should've got out sooner. My bad.” He spat, leering at her over his shoulder.

“Why did you stay then?!” She yelled, her eyes boring into his back, her frustration reaching its peak. “If there were a million reasons to stop like you make it out to be, why did you stay?!” Harry rolled his eyes, “Oh, come on now. Don’t be daft.” He huffed, shutting the water off to turn to her again, drying his hands on the hand towel over his shoulder. “No, seriously! Why?!”

His eyes met hers, searching hers to try to figure out if she was being serious or not. If she was making some cruel point. “Do you really want to know?!” “Yes!” She breathed, throwing her arms in the air exasperatedly. “Do you?! You’re sure?!” “Jesus, Yes, Harry. I want to know!”

“I,” He paused for a moment to collect himself, “M’- I am in love with you.” He managed in one exhale, his body taut and tense as he looked at her.

Silence for a moment, In love? “Harr-”

“There is no ‘I think’ or ‘maybe’ or ‘could I be’, I am in love with you.” He was breathing heavily now, and deeply thankful she was keeping her distance because he was sure he’d have bursted into tears by now. “If I were Mark, I’d have married you by Month 3.” He practically growled, pained by the comparison. Harry knew full well Mark would never be a quarter of the man he was. “Unfortunately, I haven’t got the money, as we all know, but, I like to think I do well enough on my own.” He was breathing heavily, staring at her fiercely. That was a low one to hurl but he couldn’t stop himself. A full year of his misery, and now she had to make him tell her like this?

“The money?!” She was glaring now, her hands finally settling on the island counter opposite him. “I don’t give a fuck about the money, Harry. I never have, and y’know that. My mother introduced us because she knows his family. Just so happened, I fucking fell in love with him!” Harry rolled his eyes and it only fueled her on. “Right, shocking. As if you’d know what love was if it had landed in your lap.” He spat sarcastically, turning again to flip the tap back on to go back to the last few dishes left.

“Harry, I came here to tell you that I love you.” She admitted, causing Harry to flinch. Something he’d once die to hear, now he couldn’t take seriously. ”No, you don’t.” He groaned, pained to even have to reject it, his lips pulling tight to stop himself from saying anything else. “Yes, I do.” She repeated, her voice catching an irritated tone. Harry couldn’t take it, she just kept pressing, and pressing. “I want to believe you, I do,” He said, his hands shaking while scrubbing the pots and pans. “but, I can’t, not anymore.”

“You can’t- What do you mean you can’t believe me?” She breathed out, bringing her hands up to brush the hair messed around the frame away from her face, the weight of this argument growing heavy. They’d hardly argued before, and never before to this degree. “I can’t believe you when you say you love me. I believe you care for me, or about me, or whatever.” He paused, swallowing thickly so as not to break down. “I don’t believe you’d ever give me an honest chance.” He admitted, his head hanging as he leaned against the kitchen sink, refusing to look at her.

She laughed almost incredulously, “Why not?” And Harry splits, “Because of Mark!” He barked at her, spinning around to finally face her. “It’s always Mark! You've never even considered me as an option!”

“Not once did you ever even contemplate it!” He was seething now, unsure as to how he could possibly get her to grasp a fraction of an idea as to how bad she's hurt him. “What do you want me to do, Harry! I can’t go back in time! I’m apologising now!”

“Oh, Christ, Y/N- They’re just fucking words! If that’s all you have for me, you’d better just go.” He admitted, a mixture of sadness and disappointment etched across his features.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to collect herself. “What do you want, Harry?” As she finally spoke, her voice was timid and defeated, and as Harry’s voice boomed over, she jumped.

“I wanted to be first!” He shouted, veins popping out on his neck from the force. “I wanted you!” His chest was heaving, fully unloading his anger. “Every time I think about you, Y/N, my chest hurts. Like, like someone is stepping on it. Especially when I think about you with him! It’s killing me, and I thought, I-I thought that I could,” He sighed, his eyes fluttering closed, deciding he had shared enough. He said what he felt he had to say.

She didn’t really know what to say, taken aback by his outburst. “I’m-,” She managed before Harry decided he had enough. “I think you should leave.” He muttered, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Harry,” She tried, even going as far as to take a step closer to him. “Get out.” Whatever sorrow she thought he could be feeling was so clearly gone. Now, he stood in front of her, tense and angry.

“Leave! I’m tired of this!” I can’t trust you anymore.

“H-Harry, I can’t lea- m’not leaving.” She tried again, begging herself not to let the tears fall. “Now you’re crying?!” Harry barked, reaching up to move his hair from his eyes, tugging as his fingers reached the ends. Rage surged through his body, grabbing her keyring off the counter to take his home key.

He snatched his own keys off the hook to take her house key off, linking it back onto her keyring. “I’m dead serious, Y/N, leave.” He said, cursing himself at the way his voice shook. He knew how scary he could look when he got angry like this, catching a glimpse of his reflection one time in an argument at work.

After pushing her keys back into her hands, he opened the front door and waited, his teary and red-rimmed eyes trained to the ground in front of him. “I-I’ll, I’ll earn it back, Harry. I promise, I-I’ll get the key back.” She murmured, as she walked past him out the door reluctantly. “I swear I’ll prove it.”

Harry managed a small half smile that bordered on sarcastic through his blank stare, hoping she would but still doubtful. “I guess we’ll see.” He gritted, shutting the door immediately afterwards before the unshed tears creating a gloss over his eyes finally fell. Only standing there another few seconds before going back to the distraction of cleaning his apartment again.

“Jod?” She called, stumbling through her best friend's house while fumbling to put the keys in her pocket. “Jooooodddddd!” She giggled out, her vision fuzzed enough as it is without it being pitch black.

Jodie opened her bedroom door quickly, “Y/N? Is that you?” She mumbled, knuckling at her eyes to make sure it was in fact, her drunk best friend. “D’y’know it’s about four in the morning?” A giggle came from the kitchen, as well as some glasses clinking. “Is it?” Y/N hummed, finally finding the kitchen while blindly feeling around for the lightswitch. “Goooot iiiit.” She sang before flipping the light on.

Jodie grabbed a robe, tying it across her waist and shuffled down the hall. “Are you drunk?” A good question, as she was slurring her words while pouring up another drink from her cabinet. “Is Daphne ‘ere?” Y/N hummed, teetering to one side momentarily. “No. Why don’t y’sit down and we can talk about it?” Jodie tried again, reaching for her friend's arm to tug her into the living room.

As both the girls sat down, the room fell quiet. “Talked to erm- Harry.” Y/N muttered, lifting her glass to her lips for a sip. “And?” Jodie asked, leaning forward to lower the other girl's glass. “C’mon, s’just me, relax.” She pressed and frowned as she watched the girl shake her head, more to herself than to Jodie. Y/N scoffed, standing up again to look for her speaker. “It's just us here, right?” She asked again, and Jodie furrowed her brows. “Yes, Daph’s out for the night but I don’t see why that matt-” And suddenly she was cut off by music. “I knew I’d regret giving you the house key.” She muttered to herself, knowing the music was too loud for her friend to hear her.

“Are you alright, Y/N? Have t’say, I’ve seen this kind of behaviour before.” Jodie said after standing up to turn it down. “I talked to Harry.” She repeated, giggling as she did so. “He looked sad. Sooo, sooooo beautiful, but sad.” She sighed, pouting before sitting against the couch’s arm rest. “Everything they said, s’true.” She muttered, staring into her lap as she swirled the liquid around the glass. “Y/N…” Jodie began, “I don’t know where this is go-,” Jodie stopped, as she was interrupted again. “I’m a terri- ‘hiccup’ -terrible person.”

Jodie took a breath, and decided to try again. “Just because you made a bad decision, doesn’t make you a terrible person.” Jodie sighed, somewhat pleased she was able to finish her two cents as she leaned her head against her palm.

“Jodie?” Y/N murmured, hardly looking up from the glass in her lap. “Yeah?” Her friend answered, her head snapping up at the mere thought of her best friend opening up. (Or the exhaustion, it was nearly 4am after all.) “I think I missed my chance.” Y/N whimpered, “I mean, he hates me. I thought I was goin’ over there to tell him what we,'' a hiccup interrupting her, “we had talked about.” She hummed, taking a quick breath to continue. “Was not the case.” She breathed out, shaking her head sadly at the memory of the fight.

“Y/N, I don’t think he hates you.” Jodie repeated, sighing before leaning back against the couch cushions with a soft yawn. “Jod, I’ve never seen him so angry. Ever.” Y/N mumbled, playing with the rings on her fingers. “I’ve just been an awful, awful, person lately. And, I know s’late a-and I wouldn’t normally be here. Becos’ usually, I can go to ‘arry’s. But I fucked that up for m’self, didn’t I.”

“He’s hurt.” Jodie reminded again. “Y/N, you realise that you’ve become his own Mark?”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?” She gasped, and her friend forgave the dramatics, chalking it up to her level of intoxication. “Don’t ‘what’ me.” Jodie laughed, sighing after she caught her breath. “Seriously, you did damn near everything Mark did to you. Whether or not you meant to, is not the issue. You did it, and you need to make it right.” Y/N frowned, reaching for her glass again. Jodie sighed and lowered it again. “And, this? This is not how you make it right. Straighten yourself up. M’not letting you go down this road again, and definitely not when it's from your own doing.” She stood, taking the rocks glass and brought it to the kitchen. “Now, what kind of sandwich would you like?” She asked curtly, dumping the remnants of the glass in the sink before turning to open the fridge and fish out the necessary items. “I’d like you sober now.”

———

Now that Jodie had been certain she had somewhat sobered her friend up, she settled on the couch with a blanket strewn across her lap. Y/N was eating a carefully crafted turkey and brie toastie with a glass of water, laid across the other couch. The two girls were watching some of the ‘007 movie series to settle back down for the night. Jodie was undoubtedly closer to sleep than Y/N, but she didn’t mind staying up with her if it brought her friend some solace. Of all the times she could remember, (other than recent unfortunate events) Y/N had never let her down. Always there, even when her mother died, Jodie actually had to send her on random ‘quests’ to find some alone time in those first few months. “Jodie, I couldn’t imagine going through what you’re going through and keep the same…. Jodie-ness about you.” She’d said all those years ago. They were young, just freshly in the middle of their college careers. In all honesty, Jodie had stayed ‘Jodie’ because she had Y/N. As silly as her statement was at the time, it truly summarised her most valued friendship.

“What are you thinking about?” Y/N suddenly asked, and Jodie lifted her head, “Are you asking me?” She giggled, “You never ask!” She admitted when she received a ‘duh’ and Y/N shrugged, pursing her lips. “Well, you’ve been practically counselling me for the past week and a half and I haven’t asked. S’been eating at me for a while.” Y/N explained, watching as Jodie frowned. “I just, I know you’ve been dealing with a lot too. About the house and,” To her relief, Jodie cut her off. “That’s okay. Your little dilemma offers a much appreciated distraction if we’re being honest. I’ll be okay, I’ve got time.” She explained through another yawn. “You, however, are fucking up left and right hourly.” Jodie teased and somehow successfully dodged a throw pillow tossed her way.

“I wish you would just cry and that could be it. Y’have to get confusing and block everybody out.” Jodie huffed, cracking a smile at her friend who feigned shock. “Honestly!” She laughed, Y/N joining along. “I’m not doing it to push people away, I just hate to complain about something so trivial. I mean, Daphne’s moving for her new job, stressful. You have this house to worry about securing, I-I mean, I can’t leave a man alone if it killed me. All the while, mucking up a great relationship with a guy that actually cared about me enough to at least try and wait it out. That’s done with.” Y/N huffed, her face burying into her hands. “It’s just embarrassing, that this is my life issue.”

“Your life issue?” Jodie laughed, “I somehow doubt that this is it for you, Drama Queen.” She giggled again at the thought, shaking her head. “I’m gonna try to fall asleep, you nutcase. You’re welcome to stay.”

“Love you, Jodie.” Y/N hummed, standing to collect the plates and glasses to set down in the kitchen. The very least she could do was fix her kitchen back up after she barged in and woke her friend from a dead sleep.

—

When Daphne walked in the door the next morning and saw Y/N on the couch, she immediately stormed down the hall to Jodie’s room, who had gotten up just an hour prior to go to her bed. “Jodie!” She whispered, opening her door a crack to poke her head in. “Get up! Right now, get up!”

Jodie groaned, whining as she flipped over, pulling her pillow over her head. Daphne walked over to her bed and pulled the pillow away. “Y/N is on our couch!” She huffed, Jodie grumbling out, “Yes.”

“So! What is she doing here?!” Daphne huffed, setting her hands on her hips. “Christ, Daph, does it look like I’m alert and ready for the day?” She complained and Daphne pulled the blankets back. “I’m serious!”

“She got drunk and came over in the middle of the night, we talked and fell asleep. What is the big deal?”

“The big deal is that I’m pissed off at her! So I’d like to know if and when she’s here.” She explained, irritance written across her face. “And I still live here too!”

“Stop it, Daph! She wasn’t here for you, she was just here to talk. You weren’t even here last night.” Jodie grumbled, blindly reaching for her covers. “Well, I’m leaving. Text me when she leaves.” Daphne huffed, leaving Jodie’s room to duck into her own to collect the things she’d need for the day, showering and dressing before slipping back out the door. (She did, however pack a bag with her ‘daily essentials’, her hair and makeup products. She absolutely couldn’t risk taking any longer.)

“Thank you.” Jodie grumbled, before burying herself back against her bed.

—

“Hey you’re up! I was just getting my things to head out.” Y/N hummed at the sight of her tired looking friend.

“Yeah, might need another nap.” Jodie yawned, going to the fridge for a glass of water. “Daphne’s mad at you.” She added, turning to look at her friend. “I figured, she hasn’t been answering my texts.” Y/N sighed, taking her keys and wallet. “She ever tell you why?” She pried, chewing at her lip. “I mean, I know why, but,” She sighed again, shrugging.

“Well, s’the same shit. I’m assuming she’ll have to talk to me about it at some point. Dunno why shes so pro-Harry all of a sudden.” Jodie answered, “Thinkin’ she thinks this is her chance?”

“Not my business.” Her friend replied curtly, pressing her lips together before taking a step to the door. “Well, I convinced Cade to come pick me up to take me home and he’s here so, I’m just going to try and pretend everything's okay for a little while longer. I’ll see you later Jodie. Thank you, again, and m’sorry again for keeping you up.” Y/N apologised, before she stepped out to meet Cade at the end of her drive.

Jodie sighed, shutting the door and headed to the kitchen to start a kettle for some tea. It always put her in the mood for a nap. With her tea ready, she shuffled to the couch to collapse against it after carefully sitting the cup on the table in front of her. “Peace,” She hummed, “and quiet.” before settling for another rest.

Somehow she had spoken too soon, the front door was opened again and Jodie grumbled something incoherent about having been so close to sweet sleep. “Is she gone?” Daphne’s voice rang through the entryway. “Jesus Chr- Yes, Daph, she left about ten minutes ago! You practically passed her, how long are you gonna keep this up?”

“As long as I feel is necessary.” Daphne countered, heading to the kitchen to set her bags down. “What’s all this?” Jodie asked when she sat up, shuffling to the kitchen to look at what her housemate brought home from the store.

“Went out to the store, grabbed some stuff. Are you hungry? It’ll be some sort of an orzo pasta salad.” Daphne shrugged, pulling the ingredients out of the bags, as well as pulling out the necessary pots and utensils.

“I suppose,” Jodie yawned again. “Let me get cleaned up and dressed, I’ll help you.” She muttered, taking her tea to the room to shower and change. “No, no, get your rest, shouldn’t take too long. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” Daphne called as the other headed down the hall.

—

“And that’s it, it says, Chill overnight or serve as is.” Daphne read off her phone, “I’m hungry now, so as is it is.” She snickered to herself, setting her phone to the side to give a few final stirs before turning the burner off. “Jod! S’about ready, now or never! M’starving.” She called out, loud enough that she was sure her friend could hear her clearly. “Coming!” Daphne heard back, muffled as it was, as she began to run cold water over the orzo before mixing the vegetables, cheese cubes and dressing.

Before long, Jodie came down the hall with a swiftness. “Been smelling it for ages wondering when you’d call me down.” She hummed, “Looks amazing, Daph.” Jodie praised, taking the time to give her friend a good once over. “Hey,” Jodie began cautiously, “You okay?” Daphne huffed, cleaning up the counters' surface. “Yeah, Jod. I’m perfectly fine.” She sighed, disappointedly. “You could have at least let me accept your compliment before you dug into me.” She mused, rolling her eyes, worrying now that their lunch was ruined. Jodie stared at her for a moment, blinking every now and then. “You realise everything you’re currently doing is in fact not fine?”

“Okay, I’m not. It’s not like it matters. Nobody listens to me anyways.” Daphne grumbled, taking her seat after passing a bowl to Jodie. “What’s your problem then? You’ve been as irritable as ever for the past three days.” Jodie asked, her brows furrowed with confusion.

“Because! You baby her! Let her get off the easy way and she’s in the wrong. I don’t care if she cries or begs, she fucked up and she deserves to hear about it.” Daphne sighed, shaking her head gently in thought.

“Yeah, Daphne, but some people learn differently. How can you expect someone to learn from their mistakes if you throw them to the wind and never give them the chance to fix it?” Jodie asked, still leaned against the counter as she watched Daphne clear the kitchen and turn the light off to sit at the breakfast counter. “And, I don’t baby her.”

"Oh, come on. Why’d y’think she stuck with Mark? She likes playing games, and she doesn't care about the victims of those games; even when they're her own best friends." Daphne griped, finally taking a bite from her bowl. “I’m not sure why you act like she’s been like this for your entire friendship.” Jodie counters, both unimpressed and growing irritated with how her friend is speaking about their supposed shared friend.

“She practically has! She was always the nicest, the smartest, everybody loves her. Even while making the most colossal mistakes!” Daphne groaned, rolling her eyes. “I love her, I do, like I would my sister! But I make one measly misstep and I’m done for. It’s time she gets a little bit of reality.”

“There’s reality, and then there’s meanness.” Jodie shrugged, grabbing a spoon to sit down with her friend. “And Daph, you’ve made tons of measly mistakes, and the world never ended, nor did we ever throw you out.”

The group met at the Stumble close to a week and some days later, and the night was getting into its usual spring, with Cade drunk and slumped at the bar booth they sat at. Unfortunately, Cade lost another shot challenge to Jodie, as usual, and it had left him incapacitated for the evening.

With Daphne at the bar and Cade practically asleep, Y/N scooted closer to Jodie. “I fucked up.” She whispered and Jodie’s eyes widened, “Do not tell me you slept with Mar-,” Y/N shook her head quickly, watching for Daphne. “No! Nice vote of confidence, that, thanks. No, I went to Harry’s last night to drop off a pizza, he said he didn’t get to eat so I thought it’d be a peace offering.” Jodie nodded, leaning in closer to hear her better. “He had a girl over.” Y/N murmured, watching as Jodie’s eyes widened again. “Harry did?!” She practically shouted, “Yes, shh! Not too loud, Daphne’s coming back. Mums the word, Jod, I mean it.” Y/N winced at the memory, reliving the humiliation all over again before shooting a glare at her friend and straightened up as Daphne began walking back over.

“What are you doin’ ’ere, Y/N?” He hushed, his breath leaving him at the sight of her. She had a box of pizza in her arms and a hopeful smile. “Y’said you hadn’t ate today, thought I’d bring some pizza for you.” She explained, her eyes holding his for a minute before she began feeling her cheeks heat up. As she looked around to avoid his stare, she caught sight of a jacket on the coat rack and a thin silked scarf. Brown leather, that looked far too small to fit around his broad shoulders. Harry’s stomach dropped, and he felt his mouth go dry. “Thank you, but uh, s’not really a good time. Could I call you tomorrow?” His heart was hammering, thumping through his eardrums. Y/N could feel herself deflate, putting the pieces together. His hair wasn’t dishevelled from napping, he had a girl over and she was interrupting their date. Her eyes widened and she began nodding, “Yeah! No worries,” She assured him and handed him the pizza box. Harry felt like he could die right there, his arms taking the box from her out of shock. Why tonight? Of all nights?

“It’s for you, I uh, already ate.” Come on now, Y/N. Just get out of there already! “Er, right. Talk to you tomorrow.” She muttered again and awkwardly turned to get back down the driveway to her car, walking as fast as she could without obviously running.

Harry watched as she retreated back to the car and groaned, shutting the door. “Everything alright?” His brown haired guest asked, coming down his stairs in one of his shirts. They had hardly gotten very far, really. The doorbell chiming just as the woman, Claire?, had broken their makeout to remove her shirt. Harry sighed, looking to the box and grumbled. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” He managed to make the trip to the kitchen and set the box down on the island. “You ordered a pizza?” She asked, coming up behind him to look from around his shoulder, before taking a sip of her wine. Harry tensed and rolled his shoulders back to get her off them. “Sorta,” He sighed, ”Listen, m’really sorry, but I’m not feeling too well. Could I order a ride share to come pick you up?” He asked, feeling as though his legs were cemented to the floor under him. Her eyebrows furrowed, and he could tell how awkward the air got. “Uh, sure? Are you alright, Harry?”

“Er, not really, m’so sorry but,” He sighed, shaking his head at himself. “I’ll help you grab your things.” He murmured, picking his phone up to order a ride for her. The woman, looking very confused, began to gather her things and slip her boots on. “Did I do something wrong?” She paused when she got to the doorway, looking at him for some better explanation. “No, no, really, believe me. It’s my fault. I’ll give you a call.” He added, chewing at his lip just desperate to get this girl out of his home.

“Anyone know if Harry’s coming by tonight?” Y/N asked, sipping cautiously at her drink as she watched her friends turn their attention to her. She really just wanted to apologise to him for intruding and that she hoped it didn’t ruin his night, as crushing as that reality felt. There was a lot she wanted to apologise for, the list just keeps growing by the day.

Daphne giggled as she returned, clearly having just caught her question. “Well, I imagine he has other friends, Y/N. He’s probably out with them.” She snipped, setting the drinks on the table and took her seat next to her date she decided to bring along impromptu. Y/N grimaced at her answer, of course he has other friends, lots of other friends.

The two girls haven't been on the best of terms, hardly speaking to one another if Daphne didn’t have something snarky to say. Jodie tried her best to dispute any minor arguments, for the sake of the two's friendship. They’ve butted heads before but they’d also gotten over worse situations. The fact that Daphne seemed to be going out of her way to bring it up, had Jodie on edge the past week. And Harry hadn’t texted Y/N nor had he really been seen in the same amount of time. The last time he came out with the group, he had to leave early after he began introducing the group to a random girl he met by the bar that looked a lot like Y/N, even going as far to introduce her as The Nice Y/N, the poor thing, after having a bit too much to drink. From then on, if he did come out, he never stayed long.

“Chill out, Daph.” Jodie spoke up, eyes practically searing at Daphne. “Y’sound jealous.” She giggled, playing it off as a joke effortlessly for her date whose eyes went wide at the accusation.

Most of the group rolled their eyes, preparing for another gruesome catfight between the two girls. Peace was found few and far between nowadays, Daphne just wouldn’t drop it.

The truth was, Harry was out with some of his other friends. A rehearsal party for a wedding in Italy to be exact. One he had planned to take Y/N to when he got the invitation a few months or so prior, but, well… that played out the way it did all on its own.

So, as he sat on his own at the full service open bar, making friends with the hired bartender. “Think I can get another one of those pomegranate things, mate?” Harry asked, having just finished his first drink. “What’s in it, by the way?” The bartender smiled, setting out the bottles he used for the drinks. “Bit of Prosecco, the pomegranate liqueur, and some white rum. Garnish and whatever else.” He shrugged. “Agli sposi è piaciuto molto.” Harry sighed and nodded, taking the drink besides not knowing what he had actually said. “Salute” He said before taking a big gulp. “Make that two of these.” He gritted, raising his glass.

———

“So, did you come here with someone?” Harry asked, staring into his glass. He wasn’t exactly sure how long he’d been sitting on the ground with…Luca, and Luca, as he found out, didn’t speak great English, but he’d been doing well thus far. And surely, it could’ve gone smoother had alcohol not been involved.

Luca’s brows furrowed, shaking his head at him. Harry frowned, trying to remember some basic keywords he tried to learn while on the plane. “Erm…fidanzata?” Harry tried and Luca nodded, turning his head to look for his girlfriend. “Mia ragazza, Vita, è seduta lì. Over there.” Luca repeated in his best English after noticing Harry’s confused look. “Ahh, ‘Ve got a girl, whooo, by the way,” He mused as he sat on the floor by the bar, leaning against the wall for stability. His head falling heavy on his neck as he gave in to his memory, those pomegranate things…or whatever they were seemed to be working their way through him. “Would’ve looked gorgeous tonight. Could’ve outdone the bride-to-be.” He hummed, lifting his head to take another gulp of his drink and loosen the tie around his neck. “Probably best I didn’t bring ‘er after all, isn’t it?” He laughed out, letting his heavy head fall back again, his hand coming up to run a hand through his dishevelled hair. “Would’ve left early, back to the ‘otel,” He hummed, his eyes fluttering closed, “Jesus Christ, she’d give the sloppiest blowj-“ He was interrupted by a sudden weight at his knees. When Harry quickly opened his eyes and looked down, a dog had laid its head on his lap.

As he looked around, the guy he thought he was talking to from the groom’s side was nowhere to be found. “I thought we were bonding, Luca!” Harry laughed out to nobody, his hands scratching behind the dog's ears. “S’a good thing you stopped me, far too young to hear about all that yet. Where’d you even come from?” He laughed to himself.

To: Y/N

I just poured my feelings out to a dog.

Y/N turned over in her bed, her phone buzzing on her bedside table had lifted her out of her pathetic half sleep. She grumbled to herself in annoyance, knuckling at her tired eyes before pushing herself up in the bed. Finding the lamp's knob to turn it on, she reached over to grab her phone.

*Message from Harry*

Her brows furrowed, rubbing at her eyes again to clear her hazy vision before unlocking her phone to view the message.

From: Harry

I just poured my feelings out to a dog.

Y/N let out an involuntary giggle, trying to ignore the daunting question forming in her head as she wondered what exactly that dog got to hear.

She stared at the message for a while, glancing at the time before tapping on the character field to type out her reply.

To: Harry

am I supposed to laugh? because that’s funny

I hope he didn’t bill you for the therapy

Harry chortled embarrassingly as he read her text, staggering down the hall of his hotel until he got to his door. The shock that he normally would have felt, had he not drank as much as he had, was nowhere to be found. If he was sober, he’d surely not have sent any text whatsoever like he bad been doing. He just missed her, annoyingly. Nevermind the aches and pains from the memory, apparently, going more than a week without talking to her hurts more. He rolls his eyes at that, “Go figure.” He muttered to himself.

Once the door was unlocked and opened, he trudged inside, yanking at his tie to slide it off his neck while looking at her reply. “Y’could’ve been here wiv’me.” He mumbled to himself, sighing as he toed off his dress shoes, stepping out to the balcony for a few quick puffs of a cigarette to ease his nerves. Cefalù, Sicily seemed to have gone quiet for the night, apart from some clubs and bars, and a few stragglers still at the beach, surprisingly quieter than he had expected. Harry sighed, looking over the view as he took a drag, snubbing it out and tossing it in the trash before dipping back inside to finish getting undressed for bed.

His thumbs fiddled around his keyboard for a few minutes, and he decided to send whatever echoed in his head, pressing send before another moment could go by and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

To: Y/N

I wish you could be here.

He had only sent the message just over a minute ago but the anticipation was eating away at him, nevermind the fact that he was pretty drunk from the four, or was it five? He lost track after the conga line. Needless to say, the pomegranate drinks did their job well.

His thumb immediately hit the call button, putting it to speakerphone as he attempted again to undo his buttoned dress shirt. One ring, two rings, three… four… Is this a bad idea?

“Harry?” He could hear her whisper, and he held his breath. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. She sounded like she was asleep and he brought his hands up to rub across his face. “Shit, m’sorry, I wasn’t thinkin’ about if you’d been asleep.” He started but Y/N was quick to cut him off. “No, m’not, I haven’t,” She sighed, starting her sentence again with an amused giggle. “I hadn’t been to sleep yet.”

Harry hummed, taking a seat on his temporary bed for the remainder of the week. “Havin’ trouble?” He asked hesitantly. She snickered, propping her pillows upright so she could lean against them. “Something like that.”

There was a few seconds of silence, the both of them somehow content with the knowledge that the other was there.

“Did you have something to say, Harry?” She asked timidly, unsure why he was calling her at 3am. She could hear him take in a deep breath on the other line, and she sunk further into her bed as she waited anxiously. “N-Not that I’m trying to get off the call, o-or anythin,” Harry laughed, effectively stopping her rambling. “I really don’t have anything else to say.” He admitted as laid himself down, and tried to ignore the flutter he felt in his stomach when she giggled.

“Why? Because you said it all to a dog already?” She giggled out, the line on the other end going quiet, deathly quiet.

—

“Did you mute me to laugh? Or were you just acting like I was funny this whole time?” She countered, her eyebrows furrowing.

A faint click was heard and Harry’s giggling voice rang through the phone again. “As if you know me.” He laughed out, sighing as he relaxed on the bed. She giggled, pursing her lips as she thought of anything else to keep the conversation going. “Oh! How was the wedding?”

Harry hummed, exhaling as he prepared to answer. “S’tommorow, so we’ll be expected to be fully sober and prepared. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner, or party, or whatever they called it. M’hopin they’ll have more of that pomegranate drink they had tonight.” Y/N snickered, thankful they were on the phone so he couldn’t see the stupid grin plastered across her lips. “I wanted you here with me.” She could hear him murmur and sighed at his admission, her eyes shutting closed as she laid on her bed. “I hope m’not keeping you up.” He spoke again, suddenly remembering there was a time zone difference. Y/N giggled, shaking her head. “No! No, you’re only an hour ahead, Harry. I’m technically keeping you up.”

“Have I mentioned how beautiful it is here? I know m’pretty trashed, but seriously. The pictures don’t do it justice.” She had seen the pictures, the sunsets, the meals, the giggly videos uploaded to a story she was somehow still allowed to see.

Y/N sighed, staring at her ceiling as she listened. “I can imagine, are you near the beach?” She hummed, tucking her legs up closer under the covers so she could turn slightly to look out her window; a true fashioned England thunderstorm was reaching its peak. “Well, I’ve got a slight view where our hotel is, but the wedding will be closer when we head that way tomorrow evening.” He hummed, finally laying in his own bed.

“It’s raining here, thundering, actually.” She sighed, her bottom lip tucking under her teeth as she looked to twirl her rings around her fingers. Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. There were a few nights that they spent together during a storm, some of the best time he’d argue they ever had. The house would inevitably get colder, and they’d have food prepared, movies downloaded and flashlights nearby. Harry would get a fire going in the fireplace, and they’d sit on the couch with all their snacks, waiting the storm out.

Here comes the ache. It felt like shutting down, the way his brain cut that train of thought, the memories. He shouldn’t have called. “I can imagine.” Harry repeated, a low rasp settling in his voice as exhaustion began to set in his body. “Harry?” He heard her soft voice through the receiver, her tone letting him know what was coming. “Y’ought to get some sleep, Y/N.” He sighed, reaching up to turn his light out.

“I’ve tried.” She murmured, clearing her throat after a moment of silence. “Well, try again.” He hummed, setting an arm behind his head. She snickered herself before laying back down in her bed. “Yeah. Goodnight, Harry.”

Harry frowned, brows knitted together before uttering out “Goodnight.” just before the call ended.

“I’m tellin’ you, all of a sudden everyone was gone, and it was just me and the dog!” Harry laughed out, leaning back against the backrest of the booth, listening to the confusion and laughter spread amongst the group.

He looks so good. She couldn’t stop staring at him. Italy did him well, a full tan across his skin. He was truly glowing. Thank God he was telling a story so no one else would notice her absolutely staring at him. And she wished she could pay attention to what he was saying, because everyone was hysterical around her. So much so, that now it was clear she hadn’t been paying attention. She faked a laugh, looking around at everyone else in order to gauge just how funny the conversation got.

“And you didn’t realise everyone was leaving?” Jodie laughed out, a little more than skeptical at his story. “Or the lights dimming?! Music stopping?” Harry laughed and shook his head, “Not at all! Hand over my heart, s’them drinks! Which, I’ll be recreating as best I can because they were phenomenal.” He sighed, going over (to the best of his ability, in hindsight he probably shouldve asked the bartender to just write the ingredients down) what was put in those drinks.

“Italy was beautiful, I mean, everything was gorgeous. The food, the villages, I mean, my God.” Harry sighed, his hand placed over his heart. “I’ll miss it.”

Y/N was busy with her drink when she felt a nudge under the table. Her head snapped up, finding Jodie who had locked eyes with her, a smirk placed on her lips before mouthing ‘worldly experience’. A small gesture to cheer her up, something she had always loved about Jodie. Nevertheless, Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. ‘Rub it in, why don’t you?’ She mouthed back.

“You’d all love it. We ought to rent out a place for a week and all us of go together.” Harry suggested, reaching for his glass to finish off. “Have t’say, wasn’t the same without you guys.”

“Let’s just crash our own wedding.” Cade offered, snickering as he was probably already drunk. “I don’t know anyone getting married, Cade, do you?” Daphne asked, shaking her head at him. “Doesn’t have to be someone we know, Daph,” Jodie piped up, “you’re supposed to check out venues, times and all that. If there's a wedding event, then you go. That’s a properly crashed wedding.”

“But they wouldn’t recognise us! They’d escort us away immediately.” Daphne argued with a huff. “Yeah, but anyone that asks, you just tell ‘em that you’re a friend of either side. Family doesn’t really care about the friends part of the invited.” Cade explained, holding his head up. “Tell ‘em Y/N. She’s done it before.” He grumbled, “If y’dont believe me.”

Y/N giggled, shaking her head at Cade before sliding a glass of water over to him. “We have done it before,” She replied, gesturing between herself and Jodie. “Nobody bothered us.” She shrugged, before standing. “I think Mr. Man over here, needs a burger and chips.” She giggled, Jodie standing as well. “I’ll go with you. Anyone need a top off?” Jodie asked, looking around the group for the show of hands. “Not you, Cade.” She laughed out, before the two made the trip to the bar for the tables orders.

“So,” Jodie started, leaning against the bar while waiting for the bartender to finish their serve. “So?” Y/N laughed out, shrugging her shoulders as she scanned the menu items for a decent burger for Cade. “Sooooo, have you talked to Harry?” She asked again, wriggling her brows at her with a giggle. “Christ, Jod.” Y/N laughed and shook her head, “No, nothing since the phone call.” She sighed and pursed her lips, “Think he’d do that onion and bacon cheeseburger?” Y/N asked, trying to change the topic. “Cade would eat styrofoam if you handed it to him, now, are you planning on talking to Harry?” Jodie pried again, rolling her eyes as Y/N grinned at the bartender, relaying the orders to ignore the question again.

When the barman shot off, Jodie huffed and tapped on her friend's shoulder. “Er, Hello? M’talkin t’you here, sweets.” Y/N groaned, tipping her head back, “What do I say to him, Jodie? Hey, remember our phone call when you were slaughtered after living it up in Italy? Ooh, or, My God, Harry you look great! I wish I wasn’t such a nonce, and we could’ve gone together!?” Y/N rolled her eyes, “No thanks, really, m’fine.”

“Not really a bad start is it? And, you still haven’t talked to him about the pizza incident.” Jodie reminded, watching the bartender talk to the cook in the back. Y/N sighed, her eyes shutting. “Jodie, please..” She breathed and Jodie scoffed, “Don’t give me that, I think he should’ve at least mentioned leaving for a week, after whatever that was. He never explained himself to you.” She asked and Y/N shook her head, “And he doesn’t have to, I had no business being there, and if I had just kept to myself then I’d never have known anyone was with him that night. So, please. I’d like to drop it.”

Jodie sighed, collecting the drinks tray as Y/N reached for Cade’s food before they made their way back to the table, Jodie uttering a quiet, “If you say so...”

“Well, Harry told me earlier that the same night he had Carina over, Y/N had showed up with a pizza.” Daphne murmured to the table, consisting of Jodie, Cade, and Daphne’s date for the night. Jodie’s eyes widened and carefully slipped her phone out to send a message. The group had just arrived at the bar after a pregame party at Jodie and Daphne’s to celebrate Daphne’s birthday, and Harry had just stepped out to the bathroom, thankfully.

To: Y/N

Daphne knows about Pizza Night

“While Harry was with her?” Cade asked, his brows knitted together in confusion. “No, you idiot,” Daphne laughed, “He said she just showed up with a box of pizza while he had my friend Carina over.” She explained and snickered again when she finished. “Why is that funny?” Jodie asked, her tone quick and sharp as she dug in her bag for her lipstick.

“Guess it’s not funny, just, er, unideal.” She giggled again, shrugging her shoulders in response, to which Jodie rolled her eyes. She’d never known Daphne to be so petty in her life, and she couldn’t stand to see it. Just as she was going to correct her friend, Y/N had come bursting through the front doors.

“What took you so long? Ordering pizza?” Daphne snickered as she watched Y/N rush in haphazardly to get to her seat. “No,” Y/n snapped, setting her coat and bag down to the inside of the booth. “Had to take care of some things, my car’s been acting up so I had just now gotten to pick it up from the mechanic.” She breathed, sitting down finally with her forefinger and thumb pinching at a throbbing nerve at the bridge of her nose. “Had to call three rideshares, the first two just never showed up. It’s just been,” Y/N sighed, trailing off as another throb derailed her train of thought. “Well, lemme get you a drink, babes.” Jodie offered, ignoring the wave of Y/N’s dismissive hand as she got up anyway to fetch her friend a drink.

“Ought to get some sleep, all those headaches.” Daphne chirped, shrugging her shoulders as she sipped at her own drink. “Never known you to be late for my birthday.”

Y/N sighed, nodding, “I know, and m’sorry Daph, really. Happy Birthday.” She muttered before sliding over the gift she somehow managed to pick up before the shop closed. “V’been so stressed lately, wasn’t sure if you’d like it but there's a gift receipt if you want to exchange it.” She explained breathily. No matter how bad they had been fighting lately, a birthday is a birthday. A silly promise they made all those years ago but something Y/N took to heart.

“A birthday is a birthday.” Jodie raised her glass to the air, huffing as her friends stared at her before bursting out into laughter. “C’mon, it’s a toast, you idiots!” Jodie groaned as they began to laugh harder. “To what?!” Daphne gasped out in between giggles. “That no matter where we are, different time zones or with one another, mad or not; a birthday is a birthday. And y’can’t miss it.” Y/N wiped her eyes and clutched her stomach, an attempt to calm herself down.

“S’not bad, actually.” She hummed, raising her glass as well before looking at Daphne. “Come on!” Jodie coaxed, grinning as the third rolled her eyes playfully, lifting her arm in the air to gently tip against the others' glasses. “A birthday is a birthday!” Daphne grinned, the three girls knocking their shots back to begin their night.

Daphne’s eyes widened for a moment, reaching across to accept the bag. “I- Thank you.” She breathed out, pursing her lips as she set the gift to the side.

Harry had emerged from the bathroom, stilling slightly when he saw Y/N had in fact made it before continuing to the seat. “You look exhausted.” He said, a frown pulling at his lips at the sight of how tired she actually looked. “I know, I know, they’ve said so.” She sighed, straightening up as Jodie came back with her drink and a chip and wings platter for Cade. “Thank you, I’m poor at the moment.” Y/N laughed, reaching into the chips pile.

“Are you sleeping well?” Jodie asked, nudging her friend's shoulder when she shook her head no. “Keep waking up throughout the night. Might need a new pillow or something.” Y/N explained, sipping quickly at her drink and hoping the conversation would venture elsewhere.

“Maybe if you weren’t showing up at random times to peoples houses-,” Daphne started again, only opening her mouth once more before Y/N lifted her head to look at her. She couldn’t really be this mean? “Then perhaps you’d getting better sleep.” She finished, and Harry froze, swallowing thickly. He never meant for Daphne to use it as informational ammo. Harry cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he prepared to intervene but Y/N had beat him to it after finishing what was left in her glass.

“Are you done?” Y/N cut, glaring at her. “Shut up about it already, okay?”

“Touchy.” She quipped, giggling as she glanced at Harry. Y/N rolled her eyes, excusing herself from the group to get the next round of drinks.

“I like when Daphne drinks.” Cade laughed when he was sure Y/N was out of earshot earning a smack on the arm from Jodie. Daphne grinned, pretending to fan herself at the praise. “Happy Birthday, to me.” She hummed, reaching for a shot from the centre and downing it. “Wasn’t really that big of a deal, was it? Some advice and she takes off.”

“Y’have to love the theatrics, though.” Harry added, shrugging as he reached over to down a shot as well. Jodie huffed and leaned back in her seat, her legs crossed one over the other as she braced herself to tell the whole group off. “Hardly theatrics, isn’t it.” Said Jodie, as she couldn’t take much more of the banter. “Well, she stormed off over nothing.” Harry huffed and Jodie's eyes widened. “Nothing?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes again. “Don’t act stupid, Harry, you know what Daphne was getting at, and you!” She glared at Daphne, sneering at her even. “That’s far too low for you, you’ve got more class than that.” She added, leaving Daphne with her mouth hung agape.

“S’a fucking ploy, Jod. So, she’s a lil’ embarrassed, she’ll be fine.” Harry reluctantly replied, his eyes darting at the rest of the table as a silent plea for help.

“Oi, I hear her crying in the middle of the night, Harry. S’hardly a ploy. You, of all people, should know what I’m talking about.” Harry, of course, did know immediately what she was talking about, and it made him sick. The first time they got together, what started it all. So long ago, but somehow still as bittersweet as it was now, it was the happiest time of his life. Before he knew, before it was ruined. His jaw clenched, thinking back at it now and remembering it’s not his fault.

“I’ve cried too, Jod!” He argued, his chest beginning to feel the far too familiar ache. Jodie rolled her eyes, with a sarcastic laugh. “It’s your doing! Both of you! Harry, you could very easily get all this over and done with a simple yes or no. Just rip the bloody bandage off already. We all know what Y/N did, and I don’t know why Daph’s so set on making it ten times worse. I don’t feel bad for you, for anyone!” She argued, crossing her arms over her chest. “And Daphne, just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you get a free bitch pass, not from me anyway.” Jodie finished, leaving Daphne to grumble her response. “You all suck. I want new friends.” Jodie huffed at that, cracking a small smile to ease the tension. “I expect to hear apologies in the next coming days. Cade, you too!” Jodie sneered, grabbing from the chip pile to toss at him, “What did I do?!” He whined, groaning when Daphne grabbed some of the fallen ones to toss at him too. “Shut Up, Cade.”

Jodie sighed, feeling the weight loft from her shoulders now that she’d spoken her mind. “She’s not even there anymore, I don’t see her.” Jodie grumbled as she turned to scan the bar area. “Lemme…” She trailed off, pushing her chair from the table to get up and find her.

When she got to the bar and tried explaining what Y/N was wearing to the barman, she caught a glimpse of her dress in the outside area. “That’s okay, think that’s her outside, thank you anyway.” She said over the music, grabbing for the made drinks and hurried out the door.

“Y/N?” She started, quietly and sighed as her friend's head tipped backwards at the acknowledgement of her presence. “It’s fine, Jodie.” She breathed out. “No it is not. You were supposed to be at the bar, know better than to just disappear.” She scolded, setting the tray of drinks on one of the iron wrought tables sitting on the stone patio, sprawled each way for any patrons needing a smoke break or fresh air.

“Didn’t disappear, paid for the order and thought I’d earned a smoke break. I’ve been running around all day, stressing. Thought tonight would be a nice peaceful distraction, but nooo, not as long as Miss Perfect is around.”

“Miss Perfect,” Jodie laughed at that, “Really, you both act like you’ve never been friends in your life! Over what? Mark of all things?” she added exasperatedly.

“Yeah, well, I tried being nice. Tried a birthday is a birthday, she doesn’t care. Harry doesn’t care, m’over it. I fucked up, and it’s done with. M’tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying to mend my mistake. Feels like beatin’ a dead horse. So, so, so fuck it.” She rasped, bringing her arms around herself as she took another drag. “Fuck it.” Jodie repeated and sighed, “Alright, well, I’ll leave you to yourself then.” And Y/N spitefully laughed out, “Yes, Thank you!” before turning her head to the door to find Jodie had already left.

—

“Did you find her?” Cade asked, lifting his head as Jodie returned with the forgotten tray of drinks. “Yes.” She griped, setting the tray down and returning to her seat. Daphne and Cade carefully reached over for their drinks, watching as Jodie glared at Harry who kept his head down.

Cade nudged Harry, “What?” Harry barked, annoyed he was shaken out of his thoughts. Cade glanced to Jodie and then away again, acting like he heard his name from behind him. “O-Oh, h-hey…. Charlie, haven’t seen you in a while!” He said before scrambling away to the back of the pub.

“What?!” Harry asked again incredulously and Jodie rolled her eyes and pointed to the outside area. “Fix. It. Now.” Harry groaned, pursing his lips. “She doesn’t want to talk with me.” He tried and jumped when Jodie gave a swift kick to his shin under the table. “Alright, alright…” He winced, standing carefully with a slight limp as he hobbled to the side door.

As he opened the door, he brought his arms around himself at the feel of the bite from the wind. And upon a short glance around, he saw her toeing at the cobblestone in the back corner, half burnt cigarette in hand that desperately needed ashed off. He sighed, a little too loudly as she had jumped, spinning around with a hand to her chest. “Jesus, you scared me.” She admitted, and Harry could see she’d had herself a little cry.

“Hey.” He mumbled, his hands shoved into his pockets to keep from pulling her into his arms. He really hated to see her so upset, “You okay?”

“Oh, m’fine, Harry. Thanks.” She huffed, taking another drag of her cigarette after she turned back away from him. “Really, for everything. S’nothing for you to worry about.” She snipped, gritting her teeth together. “I’ll guess, Jodie sent you.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Y/N, about the other night,” He began, taking a step closer. “I, it wasn’t, well-,” He struggled, pursing his lips tight. “S’fine, Harry. Daphne’s right, I shouldn’t have just shown up. Wasn’t my place to do so.” Y/N interrupted, shaking her head. She just didn’t want to know, she felt stupid to have tried a stunt like that to begin with. But Harry continued anyway, “A-and, I didn’t think she’d use it like that when I told her, and! We weren’t like, making fun of you. I was just venting, I felt awful. The timing of it, it was just, it was awful.” He finished, watching her carefully as his hands dug into the material of the pocket of his trousers.

“And, I wanted to erm,” he added, looking at his shoes and began to fuss with a loose cobblestone. “I wanted to apologise, for how I acted the other day. Well, really, days ago now. Er, I know, I wasn’t exactly fair.”

“Please don’t apologise, Harry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course a simple sorry wouldn’t have fixed it. I just, I talked with Jodie about it and it- it all hit me that I had it all wrong. And,” She sighed, shrugging it off. “I fucked up, a-and, it’s done for, so, if we could swiftly just er- try and forget?” Her voice began to shake, her lips quivering as she struggled to get the words out. Harry frowned, taking another step closer. “Y/N, I don’t want to forget.” His voice was strong and sure, and she groaned in frustration, “Cor, Harry, I’m so confused.”

Harry grumbled a bit to himself, “Look, just, come back inside. We’ve got all of our friends inside. S’Daphne’s birthday, possibly her last with us, yeah?” He tried to reason, to get her mind of it. He loved her, yes, but he wasn’t quite ready to forgive and forget either. He wanted the opportunity for the pair to get their frustrations out, the dramatic side of him needed to get to the bottom of this. Whether it meant he had to yell, and hear her yell too. He felt it was the most raw way to get to the solution of an argument. Or maybe that he needed to hear that she cared about losing him as badly as he did. That she’d been as miserable as he was.

Y/N stayed quiet, chewing at the inside of her lip. “Know it’s her birthday an’all but, fuck Daphne right now.” Harry laughed a little, reaching a hand out to her. “Come back in, s’bloomin’ cold out here.” She sighed and tipped her head back. “I don’t know, Harry. Think I should just go home.” She admitted, reaching through her bag for her phone. “Noo, really. Stay, please.” He shifted closer and grabbed her bag. “So Jodie won’t chop me up into a million pieces? Because she’s really scaring me.” He added and glanced back through the door to see Jodie staring at them through the glass. Y/N laughed and shook her head fondly at her friend, “She’s come a long way to get that intimidating,” and with a heavy sigh, “yeah, c’mon. it is cold.” Before she could take a step towards the door, Harry stopped her. “We will, talk later, y’know,” He assured, swallowing thickly as he ran a hand through his hair; a poor attempt to retain his newly set boundaries, he thinks. “Later?” She repeated, her brows knitted together. “Yeah, later, s’alot to say, wouldn’t you agree?” He grumbled, something of a curse was all she could make out, yet seemingly annoyed with himself. “I-I do…” She mumbled, even more uneasy than before somehow. “Plus, we’d better head in before the Birthday Girl gets drunk before we do.” He added and Y/N laughed, still uneasy but shrugged it off all the same. “Later works with me, yeah.”

[part i.] [part ii.]

(a/n: WOW its here, and dont even let me BEGIN on tumblr’s mobile editing format bc it SUCKS!! anyway! sorry again for the long wait, and i hope your patience is rewarded with the third part!!! xxx as always, feedback and comments are always appreciated!)

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[comfort-person]

Request: Were YN is madly in love with harry and propose him. Due to some circumstances he rejected her and Later he accepts it.

YN as Harry’s tour assistant

Thank you for this request!! Sorry for taking forever I’ve been on holiday, but I hope this is okay!

Trigger warnings: swearing- but near to nothing

Harry x tour assistant reader

“So what kind of thing were you thinking? America, England then Europe?” You spoke staring at Harry, moving your hands around to get your point across. You did it without even thinking, it was something that was just natural for you: talking with your hands. “I think it would be cool to add in Australia dates as well,��� Harry spoke your eyes lingering on his lips as he spoke. You were utterly and completely in love with Harry. You had been his tour assistant for about five months and over those months you had gotten to know him better but also gotten to fall in love with him more and more… you had been bottling up these feelings for him for three months and gods was it becoming unbearable. His sweet lips, his green eyes, his kindness, his humour… fuck… you were obsessed with him. But who wasn’t? This is Harry fucking styles we’re talking about.

A soft hum left your lips and you nodded your head “yeah sure thing,” you wrote a few notes down to discuss with your managers later on “we could even do a wide world tour,” you spoke staring at him with a soft smile Harry’s lips curving up into to a warm smile his dimples appearing making your stomach flutter “wide world sounds good. There’s fans everywhere and you know, the cost of living isn’t exactly helping people buy concert tickets so to minimise that we can put tours all over- Japan, America, England, China, Asia in general, Australia- Everywhere else.” He spoke, this was one of the many reasons as to why you loved him so much and adored him because he spoke in such a beautiful way…. He was just so well spoken and kind and generous. “Okay yeah definitely… so like when you and one direction went on tour yeah? You guys went everywhere. So like that?” Harry nodded a permanent smile on his lips, it would be quite a big budget but you weren’t scared of it. It was going to be exciting to figure something out. Plus you knew it made Harry happy to make his fans happy so either way he was going to be happy and that made you happy. Beyond happy.

“I’ll figure this out with the managers and hopefully it’s successful, if it is I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days,” you spoke “thank you, Y/n I truly do appreciate it.” He reached his hand out towards you and you smiled expecting him to shake your hand but instead he patted you gently on the shoulder making your stomach flutter all over again. You were totally besotted with him. You stared at him with happy gentle eyes a lot of love in your own eyes Harry soon realising you hadn’t stood up “everything okay?” He asked and you cleared your throat “yes yes everything’s fine, sorry,” you chuckled nervously Harry’s green eyes searching your face but before he could’ve even said anything your feelings that you had kept to yourself for months came spurting out of your lips,

“I’m sorry Harry… this is probably really fucking abrupt but… you make me so happy. You’re such a beautiful person and.. I-… I don’t know I just like you… a lot…” Harry’s smile slowly faded, his lips parting in awe before a laugh left his lips yet he soon realised you weren’t laughing, your face was painstakingly anxious and that’s when his smile faded and he stared at you shocked. He didn’t realise you were being serious. He liked you, he did, he really liked you in fact- you were beautiful, someone he cared for and adored but he didn’t think a relationship was the right thing at that present moment especially because of the recent relationship with Olivia… Harry liked to call it a ‘fling’ between them as horrible as that sounded but it was the truth. Harry was the main role in don’t worry darling and Olivia wanted to promote her movie… what better way to promote it than sleep with her new money maker who was easily going to bring her fame and money. Harry didn’t want Olivia to target you and because his relationship with her was still pretty fresh and raw he didn’t feel like it was right to have a romantic relationship with you at that very moment.. sure things could blossom in the future but right now it just wouldn’t be fair on you and although he didn’t say it he cared about you so very much and just wanted the best for you.

“Look y/n you’re wonderful… and I care about you very much but…” he shook his head struggling to find the words. You were a sweet girl and he didn’t want to break your heart. He’d never forgive himself if he ever broke your heart “I just don’t want a relationship at the moment… you’re lovely though and beautiful you are… I’m very uh… flattered? That you think that but I’m just not ready for a relationship.” He spoke carefully and softly, he was usually straight forward but with you he was more tender because he cared so very much for you. You were more than a friend… so much more… yet he wasn’t able to express that at the very moment. Your heart had instantly dropped into your stomach your grip on your notepad tightening and you gulped harshly tears beginning to sting your eyes but you quickly forced a smile “that’s okay,” you let out a soft chuckle attempting to hide the shakiness in your voice but Harry noticed it and it broke his heart “thank you for understanding…” he smiled softly his eyes genuine and apologetic. You slowly stood up “I’ll be in touch soon Harry, have a good rest of your day,” you spoke before quickly leaving your anxiousness only growing yet you quickly forced yourself to calm down… getting rejected was absolutely one of the worst feelings ever. But you respected Harry’s honesty… you respected and were grateful for the fact that Harry was honest with you and didn’t even think to lead you on.

Harry the next few days was overthinking everything. He was thinking everything over and attempting to understand his own feelings and what he truly wanted and after two weeks of no contact from you Harry finally realised that he wanted you. He needed time to think… time to gather his thoughts and finally he had figured out that he didn’t want money, he didn’t want fame, he didn’t want anything…. All he wanted was you. Nothing else, no one else… just you.

And so Harry later on that day went out shopping where he bought chocolates, flowers and ingredients to cook a meal. After that he headed over to your place, and once arriving he knocked loudly on the door- he waited for a while, before eventually hearing the sound of the door unlocking before it was pulled open you coming into view and a warm charming smile formed on Harry’s face “oh.. harry..” you spoke confused, looking down at yourself almost insecure you wore turquoise blue shorts and a random T-shirt yet that soon was the least of your worries as you noticed was was in his hands… flowers… your heart skipped a beat and you gulped harshly “I uh… I just wanted to see whether the offer was still up.” He spoke and you furrowed your brows “the offer for what?” You asked and he smiled softly “the offer to love you.” Those words shocked you your brows raising “to love-“ “I love you y/n. I have done for ages… I just couldn’t tell you right away bec-“ he fell silent as he felt your lips smush against his, his eyes widening slightly at your burst of confidence but he soon placed the bag down keeping a hold of the flowers as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back gently but deeply all at once… the amount of love in the kiss being portrayed massively.

The flowers were pressed against your back, his free hand stroking against the small of your back as you melted further into him gripping onto his T-shirt tightly his lips tasting delicious… softer than anything…. Just how you had imagined. Before he eventually pulled back a small smile on his lips and he gazed down at you before lifting his hand up to caress against your cheek stroking his thumb against your skin as he searched your eyes softly and gently “you’re so beautiful y/n… let me cook us a dinner, yeah? Let me make you happy….” A soft grin tugged at your lips and you smiled nodding your head before kissing his cheek before dragging him inside the apartment Harry’s finger’s immediately finding yours, like the last piece of a puzzle finally connecting… it was beautiful.

“Also it’s been confirmed… you can do a world tour…” you spoke smirking at the man you loved Harry’s eyes widening with excitement and happiness “well then…. I suppose I better get a extra seat booked hm?” He spoke smiling and you stared at him with wide happy eyes “a seat booked for who?” You asked gently “for you obviously…. Just for you… you’re gonna be coming on tour with me…” a soft happy laugh left your lips before you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he smiled gripping onto you tightly yet gently “gods I love you..” you murmured softly, it was moving so quickly already but you couldn’t wait… it was going to be perfect… “I love you more.” He murmured pressing a kiss to your forehead “love you most…” you spoke smirking forcing a small scoff out of Harry “please, Y/n… I don’t think that’s possible..” he chuckled out gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. For once Harry felt as if this was going to be the start of something wonderful…. Something that was going to blossom into something beautiful… maybe it was too soon to admit it but he knew then and there that he was in love with you. Head over heels. He was going to love you forever… he loved your soul, personality and smile… maybe finally he could spend his life with you: the one he loved more than anything.

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[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Harry Styles

Welcome home.

n/a: Então, esse é o primeiro imagine que eu escrevo em 3º pessoa, gostaria muito que vocês me dissessem o que acharam! Com sinceridade kkkk Boa leitura!

Masterlist.

Aviso: Conteúdo sexual explícito, oral (M), palavrões.

Contagem de palavras: 2,165

S/N repassou pela vigésima vez se estava tudo certo. A lasanha de queijo estava pronta dentro do forno quente, apenas esperando para gratinar. A luz do apartamento amplo estava baixa, acompanhada das velas aromáticas com cheiro de flor de laranjeira, perfumando suavemente o ambiente. A garrafa de vinho já aberta, as taças posicionadas lado a lado em cima da mesa posta. Cada detalhe muito bem pensado. 

Era a primeira vez que Harry voltava de uma turnê longa desde que os dois tomaram a decisão de morarem juntos. Harry estava voltando para casa. E S/N não podia estar mais feliz. 

Fazia mais de um mês de seu último encontro, na Dinamarca. Se viram apenas por algumas horas, sem conseguir matar a saudade direito, pois na manhã seguinte o moreno precisaria voar para a Austrália.

S/N passou as mãos no vestido, desamassando o tecido. Nervosa. 

Quando o barulho da chave girando na fechadura soou, quebrando o silêncio, a garota deu um pulo, sentindo o coração bater na garganta. 

Harry fechou os olhos ao entrar em casa, finalmente, depois de tanto tempo. O cheiro cítrico que infiltrou suas narinas, o agradando muito. Havia um caminho de velas que levava até a cozinha, demoraram alguns segundos para que ele se acostumasse com a penumbra. 

Deixando a mala pesada ao lado da porta, e se despindo do casaco pesado ele se dirigiu pelo caminho perfumado, abrindo um sorriso genuíno ao ver sua garota parada ao lado da mesa. 

Estava tudo lindo, muito arrumado, com tanto carinho. Mas nada era mais lindo que ela. 

Com um sorriso tímido nos lábios, S/N deu passos curtos até o amado, sendo tomada em seus braços para um abraço apertado. 

— Bem vindo de volta, amor. — Sussurrou, enquanto o namorado deixava beijinhos nos ombros desnudos pelo vestido de alcinhas.

— Senti tanto a sua falta, luv. — Ele sussurrou, apertando ainda mais a garota contra seu corpo. 

S/N se afastou um pouco, ficando na ponta dos pés pela diferença de altura dos dois, roçando seus lábios. Harry não podia esperar nem mais um segundo para beijar sua mulher, e foi o que ele fez. Colando a boca na dela, ambos suspirando em alívio. Com a ponta da língua, ele umedeceu o lábio inferior da garota, em um pedido silencioso de passagem, que ela deu de bom grado. O beijo era lento, as línguas se acariciando em um movimento lento, explorando com saudade cada canto das bocas assíduas.

— Que saudade do seu beijo. — Harry sussurrou, ainda com os lábios contra os dela, deixando dezenas de selinhos por ali. A garota abriu um sorriso, tão feliz com a chegada do seu amor.

— Vamos jantar? — Ela perguntou, passando as unhas na nuca do moreno, em um carinho gostoso. Soltando um resmungo baixinho, por não querer que ela saísse de seus braços, Harry assentiu, só então sentindo o cheiro gostoso que pairava na cozinha. 

S/N se soltou do abraço, deixando no homem uma sensação de vazio temporária, e se abaixou em frente ao forno, sorrindo ao ver que o jantar já estava pronto. 

Vestindo luvas próprias para o ato, ela retirou a lasanha do forno, enquanto Harry servia o vinho nas taças posicionadas. 

Levando a travessa até a mesa, ela se sentou de um lado e Harry do outro. 

O jantar estava uma delícia, e a conversa fluía tão perfeita quanto sempre fora. 

O clima de felicidade genuína, aquecendo cada cômodo da casa, enquanto o frio lá fora era só uma lembrança. 

— Estava uma delicia. — Harry elogiou, tomando o último gole que havia em sua taça. 

— Vou preparar um banho pra você. — A garota disse depois de agradecer pelo elogio. Levantando se seu lugar para se dirigir à suíte do casal

— Não precisa, amor. — Harry falou, ainda sentado mas mudando de posição na cadeira, segurando uma das mãos da garota.

— Me deixa te mimar hoje. — S/N sussurrou, deixando um beijinho na ponta de seu nariz. Harry fechou os olhos, abrindo um sorriso e aceitando. 

Enquanto Harry desfrutava de um merecido banho de banheira, a garota preparou a última parte da surpresa. Vestiu a lingerie branca que havia comprado especialmente para a ocasião, passou perfume na nuca, nos pulsos e por último espirrando no ar, e passando logo em seguida para as gotinhas pegarem em sua pele. Por fim, vestiu o robe preto, amarrando-o na cintura.

Como no resto da casa, a luz do quarto era baixa, sendo o suficiente apenas para que ele não batesse em nada quando saísse do banheiro, e enxergasse a garota sentada na cama. 

— Estava mesmo precisando desse… — Harry travou assim que viu a garota sentada. O sangue no mesmo segundo se direcionando para o meio de suas pernas com a visão.

S/N abriu um sorriso tímido, mas com um toque de malícia. O vinho no jantar havia sido uma forma de deixar a vergonha de lado para a última etapa da surpresa, e a reação do namorado a aqueceu ainda mais.

Harry se aproximou em passos vagarosos da cama, sem nem mesmo finalizar sua frase. Havia perdido as palavras. Com o volume da ereção já marcado na toalha branca presa da cintura, não conseguia desviar os olhos da mulher a sua frente. Da sua mulher.

Antes que ele pudesse tocá-la, S/N se levantou, colocando as mãos sobre os ombros do namorado e o fazendo sentar onde antes estava. 

Em passos lentos, como uma felina, caminhou para o outro lado do quarto, pegando o controle das luzes, deixando agora tudo vermelho. Harry suspirou em antecipação, quando a melodia começou.

Finalmente virando para ele, S/N esperou que as primeiras estrofes ressoassem, para lentamente desfazer o laço do robe, deixando que deslizasse pelos ombros, caindo aos seus pés.

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You better stop the things you do

I tell ya I ain't lyin'

Harry mordeu o lábio inferior com força, contemplando o espetáculo que era sua mulher na renda branca. Com os olhos fixos nela, ele não queria perder nem um segundo do seu novo show favorito.

I ain't lyin'

You know I can't stand it

You're runnin' around

You know better daddy

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down

S/N virou mais uma vez, abaixando para pegar o tecido caindo, dando uma visão privilegiada da bunda redonda dentro da calcinha minúscula. O suspiro de excitação que escapou da garganta do moreno, fez a renda contra sua intimidade ficar ainda mais grudada pela umidade. 

Oh no

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You know I love you

I love you

I love you

S/N jogou o tecido cheiroso nele, que caiu em seu rosto. Com medo de perder qualquer coisa, Harry o puxou com rapidez, encontrando sua garota com os braços para cima, movimentando os quadris no ritmo da música. Jogando o tecido para algum canto do quarto, ele precisou apertar o pênis muito duro embaixo da toalha, já doendo com a visão pornográfica que ele estava sendo presenteado.

I love you anyhow

And I don't care if you don't want me

I'm yours right now

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

A garota desceu as mãos, passando-as pela renda fina que cobria os seios, dando um pouquinho de atenção para os mamilos duros. Ela nem conseguia se lembrar da vergonha que sentiu quando imaginou a cena. A realidade era muito melhor do que qualquer imaginação.

 You know I can't stand it

Your running around

You know baby daddy

I can't stand it

'Cause you put me down

Em passos lentos, quase como uma tortura ela se aproximou, os olhos grudados na expressão de fome do namorado. 

You know I can't stand it

Your running around

You know baby daddy

I can't stand it

'Cause you put me down

S/N levou as mãos pelo peito tatuado do homem em sua frente, fazendo questão de passar os dedos em cada um dos desenhos, arranhando-o levemente. Se aproximou um pouco mais, deixando um caminho molhado com a língua quente, da clavícula até o lóbulo da orelha esquerda de Harry, fazendo com que seu corpo inteiro se arrepiasse. 

— Oh I put a spell on you

Because you're mine. — Ela sussurrou a última estrofe em seu ouvido, fazendo-o revirar os olhos. O corpo de Harry formigava, nunca vira S/N desinibida daquela forma, mas se esse era o jeito dela de lidar com a saudade, ele adoraria fazer as próximas turnês.

O moreno ergueu as mãos, pousando-as na cintura da garota, que se afastou no mesmo segundo, negando com a cabeça. 

Harry gostou do joguinho, mas sabia que não iria conseguir suportar por muito tempo.

Uma nova melodia começou, fazendo a garota abrir um sorriso malicioso, deixando o namorado ainda mais ansioso com o que viria em seguida.

Love's my religion

But he was my faith

Something so sacred

So hard to replac

Fallin' for him was like fallin' from grace

S/N colou os lábios nos de Harry, a música tocando e o beijo pegando fogo. Ouvindo um suspiro alto por quebrar o contato cedo demais, ela voltou a atenção ao peito dele. Passando a língua pelo pássaro tatuado do lado esquerdo, S/N desceu lentamente, chegando à borboleta em sua barriga.

He was so many sins

Would have done anything

Everything for him

And if you ask me

I would do it again

A íris verdes do inglês estavam fixadas na garota, captando cada um dos seus movimentos. Soltando suspiros altos com a sensação da língua quente e molhada em sua pele arrepiada. Tirando a boca do corpo apetitoso, ela se afastou, gostando muito visão em sua frente. Com as unhas levemente crescidas, e pintadas de preto, ela arranhou o peito de Styles, fazendo-o jogar a cabeça para trás, soltando mais um de seus suspiros.

No need to imagine

'Cause I know it's true

They say: All good boys go to heaven

But bad boys bring heaven to you

Ele tentava acalmar sua respiração, quando sentiu a toalha ser aberta. Voltando a atenção para o que acontecia. A ereção pulou para fora, livre, batendo na barriga do homem, e fazendo-a sorrir. A excitação era tanta, que uma gota de pré-semen brotava na cabeça avermelhada, fazendo-a lamber os lábios, em expectativa.

It's automatic

It's just what they do

They say: All good boys go to heaven

But bad boys bring heaven to you

S/N jogou os cabelos soltos para o lado, antes de pegar o penis muito duro em uma das mãos pequenas. Ver Harry assim, tão a mercê de seus toques e reagindo a cada um deles, era sua fantasia sexual favorita.

O moreno observava com atenção tudo, o movimento da mão acariciando seu pau vagarosamente, a garota fazendo questão de espalhar a lubrificação com o polegar antes de descer a carícia novamente. 

Ele achou que explodiria a qualquer segundo, e então teve certeza, quando a boca quente tomou sua glande. S/N chupou com gosto, tomando-o cada vez mais enquanto a mão acariciava o que ela não conseguia engolir. 

Harry mordeu o lábio inferior com força tentando conter os gemidos, mas não aguentou quando sentiu a garganta apertada contra sua glande sensível. Ela pegou um ritmo rápido, levando-o cada vez mais fundo. Os sons molhados se misturando com a música que ele já nem entendia mais as palavras. 

Sem conseguir mais segurar, ele levou uma das mãos aos cabelos sedosos da mulher, formando um rabo de cavalo para ajudá-la nos movimentos, dando puxões leves. 

Styles sentia que estava cada vez mais duro dentro da boca quente, prestes a se derramar. E por mais que fosse do caralho gozar na boca da sua mulher, ele queria estender aquele momento por muito mais tempo.

Pelos cabelos em suas mãos, ele a puxou para cima, recebendo um sorriso satisfeito. Ela o tinha levado à loucura, exatamente como queria.

Harry puxou a garota para cima, em um movimento rápido jogando-a na cama. A luz vermelha deixando o cenário tão erótico que ele mal podia pensar.

Colando as bocas em um beijo devastador, ele levou as mãos para o fecho do sutiã, se deparando com um acessório novo que ele nunca tinha visto nela. Dois na verdade. Os piercings presos nos mamilos duros e sensíveis brilhando.

— Gostou? — Ela sussurrou, com a voz totalmente alterada. Ele não respondeu. Tomou o seio na boca, sugando com força. — Ai meu deus. — Blasfemou. 

Com uma das mãos, Harry fez um caminho por uma das pernas, até chegar na boceta completamente encharcada por baixo da renda.  

Ele não aguentava mais. Precisava tomar, comer, foder a sua mulher. 

Sem nenhuma delicadeza, ele se afastou, puxando o tecido pelas pernas deliciosas. Com dois dedos, ele acariciou a intimidade, bombeando para dentro. Quente, fervendo por dentro. 

S/N arqueou as costas no colchão, soltando um gemido alto com a invasão. Ela mantinha um ritmo lento, provocando-a. 

— Hazz… — Ela murmurou, com os olhos fechados. Tentou se movimentar para ter mais contato, mas a outra mão do namorado parou em sua cintura, segurando-a no lugar. Ele queria torturá-la, exatamente como ela havia feito.

— O que você quer, linda? — Perguntou com a voz rouca, deixando o sorriso escapar com a visão dela tão entregue.

— Quero você. — Ela engasgou, quando ele encostou o polegar no clitóris inchado, sem deixar de bombear os dedos. 

— Eu estou aqui, luv. — Provocou, fazendo a garota bufar. 

— Dentro de mim, Harry… — Sussurrou, tentando mais uma vez sem sucesso se movimentar.

— Mas eu estou dentro de você. — Ele soltou um risinho. — Tem que ser mais específica, babe.

— Seu pau, Styles. Quero o seu pau dentro de mim, agora. — Se existia algum resquício de autocontrole, ele sumiu nesse instante. Harry tirou os dedos dela, levando a boca e provando o sabor que tanto gostava.

— Seu pedido é uma ordem, meu amor. — Falou, se ajeitando entre as pernas dela. Harry entrou de uma vez, sentindo o aperto quente na boceta muito molhada. Ele saiu e voltou, batendo sua pélvis contra a dela com tanta força que tinha certeza de que a garota não andaria na manhã seguinte. — Porra… isso é tão bom… você é uma delicia, babe. 

S/N não conseguia raciocinar. A sensação de ter seu homem entrando e saindo tão rápido e forte, indo fundo, preenchendo-a e enchendo de prazer era demais para ela. Sem conseguir conter os gemidos, ela gritava a plenos pulmões, fincando as unhas nos ombros do namorado.

Harry ficou de joelhos na cama, puxando-a para mais perto, fazendo seu quadril se erguer, dando espaço para que entrasse ainda mais fundo. 

— Você gosta disso, não é? — Ele disse entrando com força. — Ter o meu pau enterrado em você tão fundo. 

— S-sim, amor. — Ela ronronou, os seios balançando com os movimentos. 

O moreno levou uma das mãos até o pescoço da namorada, apertando levemente. Ele nunca tinha feito aquilo, mas o receio que nublou sua mente sumiu no segundo em que ela revirou os olhos, empurrando ainda mais o corpo contra ele. 

— Cacete, amor… Sua boceta é tão perfeita, tão apertada e perfeita. — Ele se perdia nas palavras, metendo cada vez mais rápido, sentindo a intimidade quente se apertando ainda mais. Ela estava tão perto. 

Harry caiu, deitando sobre ela novamente, com a mão direita ele apertava a coxa da garota enquanto mordia e beijava o ombro dela.

— Hazz, eu vou… — S/N sussurrou, sentindo o orgasmo se formar em seu ventre.

A playlist acabou, os únicos sons no quarto eram de suas peles se batendo e os gemidos desesperados por alívio dos dois.

— Vem, meu amor… goza no pau do seu homem, uh? — Ele disse com dificuldade.

S/N puxou os cabelos da nuca dele, o orgasmo forte a atingiu fazendo com que visse estrelas. Um grito escapou de sua garganta. Harry a segurou com força, metendo fundo e soltando um gemido gutural quando o alívio chegou. Enchendo a garota com seu prazer quente. 

— Cacete. — Harry falou com dificuldade, sentindo os músculos doerem quando se deitou ao lado da garota. Nenhum dos dois conseguia fechar o sorriso enorme, satisfeitos com o sexo alucinante. 

— Estava com saudades. — S/N disse, sentindo as bochechas aquecerem. 

— Pode ficar sempre. — Ele disse virando na cama, para ficar de frente para ela. — Se for render uma foda dessas, vou fazer turnês o resto da vida. — Falou, fazendo-a soltar uma risada gostosa. 

Os dois ficaram na cama mais algum tempo, deixando o corpo descansar pelo exercício exacerbado. A garota já estava ficando sonolenta quando o namorado a pegou no colo, levando para o banheiro para um banho relaxante. Era a vez dele de cuidar da sua garota.

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[1994tpwk]

First Kiss

summary: yours and harry’s first kiss!!!!

cw: y/n has anxiety/insecurities, comfort!harry, sexual themes but they don’t go anywhere <3

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Y/N and Harry have been dating for a few months now. They’ve been inseperable, in her room at all moments. You’d think maybe they’re in there, doing something they shouldn’t be, but no.

“‘Yes,’ I tell him. It feels like nothing else exists outside of that word, this moment. There’s just us. Everything that happened this past summer, and every summer before it, has all led up to this. To now,” Y/N says as she closes the book (The Summer I Turned Pretty, their favorite book series) and looks down at the boy with curly locks that’s currently laying with his head on her stomach, content.

“That’s how it ends? I want to know what happens though,” Harry looks up at Y/N, confused.

“We’ll have to start the second book soon, babe,” she smiles at him. Harry groans and nuzzles his face back into her stomach. “Not right now, but maybe tomorrow!” she runs her hand through his hair.

Y/N is happy laying there with him, until she feels him kissing her stomach. She started to feel insecure and uncomfortable, and came to one conclusion;

she needed to get out of the situation.

“H-hey babe, I, uh, got-gotta go to the bathroom. I-I’ll be right back,” she mutters out, as she gets out from under him and practically runs into the bathroom.

When she closes the door, she thinks. She thinks a little too much.

She hadn’t done anything with Harry yet, and she knew he wanted to. She just didn’t know how he liked anything. She sits on the floor, tears starting to spill from her eyes. She’s never been so happy with someone, yet so helpless.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hey, love. You okay in there? You’ve been in there for quite a bit now…” Harry mutters through the door.

“Uh, yeah, I’m oka- fuck,” Y/N’s voice cracks on the last word which makes Harry go on high alert.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Please let me in,” he tries to open the door, but Y/N locked it.

Y/N looks at herself in the mirror. Her mascara is running down her cheeks, her eyes are light pink and puffy, and she just looks completely run down.

She grabs a towel, quickly wiping off the tears, but the mascara stains aren’t budging.

After a minute or so, Y/N unlocks the door. Harry opens it, to see his girlfriend, but she looks so… different.

He isn’t used to seeing her like this. He’s used to her smiling, blushing, and not chewing on the inside of her cheek enough to make it bleed.

Hey, hey, baby. Come here, it’s okay,” he coos at her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, sitting on the floor with her.

“I’m so sorry H,” Y/N cries into his neck, grabbing onto his black sweater.

“Love, what are you sorry for? You did nothing wrong,” saying softly into her ear, rubbing her back.

They sit there for a while, and when she’s calmed down and her breathing has slowed, he leans away from her, and wipes away her tears with his sleeve.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“What?” Harry looks at her. “Oh, my love, is this because of me kissing your stomach? Baby, I’m sor-” Y/N cuts him off.

“Harry, baby. Please, just kiss me. I haven’t really done this before, and I don’t know what you like or don’t like,” Y/N rambles out. She comes up to sit on his lap, straddling him.

Harry brings his hand up to push her hair out of her face and cradles her jaw in his hand, running his thumb over her cheek. He pulls her in, and leans in the remaining distance to let their lips touch. It feels like they almost ghost over each other before he pulls away.

“Love, are you sure?” he leans away, looking into Y/N’s eyes.

She starts to smile, and it feels like she hasn’t in years.

“Baby, just shut up ‘nd kiss me,” she leans back into him, letting their lips mold around the others.

She brings her arms around his neck, one of her hands running through his hair. Harry’s hands go from her face to her waist, running his thumb over her covered hip. Neither of them want to let go of the other.

But, Y/N stands up, pulling away from Harry, and pulling him towards her. Harry follows her into her room and closes the door before cornering her onto the bed. She lowers her body onto the bed and he towers over her.

“Baby, I don’ like seeing you like this. Hurts my soul knowing you cried in there an’ I couldn’t comfort you,” he wipes away her stray hairs framing her face, and rubs the mascara stains away. He kisses her cheeks, then lays on his side, signaling her to lay in his arms.

“I know H, I just got anxious. I’ll work on it, just for you,” she smiles into his neck, slightly kissing the places she can reach from where she is without moving.

“Okay, love, let’s not start something we can’t finish, he chuckles as he kisses the top of her head.

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[fundax]

those dazing eyes that stop the whole world.

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[filmedz]

Tumblr headers - first time doing one of these

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Don't repost

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[aaomeanie]

20 min into a murder investigation and you hear your partner mutter this under his breath, wdyd?

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Commission for Coyder Spider! 🦇

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[paeries]

• paeries’ masterlist •

(as of 26 oct)

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💧 indicates angst

🫧 indicates fluff

🍷 indicates smut

i know theres not much, but i made a masterlist on my laptop and I can’t update it on mobile

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Sick of You 🍷💧

[when your boyfriend of two years breaks it off and offers a new arrangement, of course you’ll take it up. this is your prime chance to prove him wrong. and Harry can’t bear to watch it]

a friends to lovers au trope

part 1, 2, 3 (ongoing)

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untitled; spy!harry x spy!reader 🍷💧

enemies to lovers?? if its even possible

unpublished, teaser here

untitled; roommates 🍷🫧

friends to lovers au

alas, another unpublished, teaser here

25. [name is def going to change] 🍷💧

royal!reader x royal!harry, enemies, forced marriage

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[gurugirl]

Can We Start Over?

Series Summary: From the first day you and Harry meet, your relationship is beyond complicated. A one night stand leads to hurt feelings and then a job opportunity that you simply can't pass up is offered. But can you handle working for a man like him?

A/N: This will be a 5 part series, commissioned by @justfattiethings (thank you so much my dear!!). This is an enemies to lovers story with a twist. Reader is plus sized 🖤 I'll update chapter summaries as we get further into the series (I don't want to give too much away!).

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, cheating mentions

Part 1: The Winter Ball (10k words)

part 1 sneak peek

You meet Harry at your boss's retirement party and your night ends with a bang.

Part 2: The Job Offer (9k words)

You can't stop thinking about what happened the night you met Harry and how much you hate him. But then you get some really good news about a new job. Except there's a catch.

Part 3: The Mistake (9.5k words)

Things are a little hot and cold with Harry but then when you learn the truth about what happened that first night it feels like everything changes. But maybe it's a mistake to allow yourself to feel anything more for him.

Part 4: The Exit Strategy (9K words)

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It's hard for Harry to overcome not feeling a bit hurt after you left him the way you did but there are bigger issues you need to tackle, like the fact that Harry's doing something shady as well as figuring out how you feel about him.

Part 5: The Coincidence (12.7k words)

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Things have changed for you and Harry but when you see him at a meeting, you are taken by surprise. It feels like destiny. Maybe this time things will work out for you two.

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[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Harry Styles

Your Highness

Especial de aniversário! Assunto: Imagine com seu preferido.

n/a: Preciso admitir que eu amooooo um romance de época, mas, não sei se sou tão boa para escrevê-los! Espero que gostem.

Contagem de palavras: 3,440

Encarei minha imagem no espelho velho do pequeno quarto. O vestido simples, com algum remendos perto da barra não estava tão bonito, mas era a minha roupa mais apresentável. Arrumei pela terceira vez os fios que insistem em fugir do coque apertado, enquanto minha mãe, no fundo do quarto, me observava.

— Isso é um pesadelo. — Se lamentou.

— Mamãe, está tudo bem. — Garanti, saindo de onde estava para abraçá-la. — Pelo menos o rei me deixou terminar os estudos, não são muitas as moças que têm oportunidade, não? — Sorri, tentando remediar a situação. Mas sua expressão era de pura tristeza. 

Eu também não estava feliz. Ser uma das criadas do palácio nunca fora meu sonho, por mais que fosse de grande parte das moças do vilarejo. Mas esse era o meu dever como uma Lockhart. Nossa família trabalhava para a coroa há gerações, e eu não seria diferente. O rei já havia sido benevolente em me deixar terminar meus estudos, e não gostaria de abusar ainda mais de sua boa vontade.

— Você conhece as regras. Sempre os reverencie, apenas responda quando falarem com você, e em hipótese alguma erga os olhos. Olhos no chão. Sempre. — Ela repetiu, pela milésima vez em meus dezoito anos. 

— Sim senhora. 

Podia sentir meu coração batendo em meus ouvidos quando o cocheiro parou em frente à grande porta de mogno. Fui recebida na grande cozinha pela governanta, que tinha um expressão muito dura no rosto.

— Srta. Lockhart. — Cumprimentou. — Como sua mãe deve ter lhe explicado, temos muito trabalho por aqui, não suporto corpo mole. — Seu tom de voz era forte, amedrontador. Ela caminhava a minha frente, me levando para conhecer o palácio por dentro.

— Sim senhora.

— A Senhorita não tem permissão para acessar o andar de cima, é onde ficam os aposentos reais e apenas pessoas autorizadas podem subir. — Disse parando em frente à uma grande escadaria, apontando com uma das mãos. 

— Sim senhora. — Confirmei mais uma vez. 

Todos os cômodos gigantes do palácio eram muito bonitos, decorados com pinturas muito bem feitas da família real e mobília que me deixava nervosa só de olhar, pois nem em uma vida inteira de trabalho ganharia o suficiente para pagar algo que estragasse.

Toda a equipe vinha se preparando para um grande jantar, príncipe Harry faria dezenove anos logo e precisava se casar. O casamento já estava arranjado e em algumas semanas a cerimônia aconteceria. 

— Lockhart. — A governanta me chamou assim que adentrei as portas da cozinha, junto dos primeiros raios de sol da manhã. — Sua mãe me disse que é boa com botânica.

— Sim senhora.

— Quero que cuide da estufa, e faça alguns arranjos. Em duas semanas a princesa Charlotte chegará, o rei quer recebê-la com um belo arranjo de flores cultivadas em suas terras.

— Sim senhora. — Falei cumprimentando-a com a cabeça, seguindo para o meu destino.

Ainda não havia entrado na grande estufa que ficava logo após o labirinto de plantas. A quantidade de plantas naquele lugar me deixou embasbacada. Haviam flores de todas as cores, árvores com frutos que eu nunca havia visto fora das páginas dos livros.

Não consegui conter o sentimento de contentamento.

Sempre gostei muito de mexer com as plantas, sentir o cheiro da terra molhada logo após as chuvas de verão me trazia paz. 

Toda vez que algo me chateava, recorria ao singelo jardim que possuíamos atrás de nossa casinha na vila. Não era muito grande, apenas três canteiros. Mas mexer na terra, plantar, regar, ver crescer e florir. Era simplesmente lindo.

Finalizava um terceiro arranjo dentro de um dos grandes jarros quando ouvi o barulho da porta. Um garoto entrou, empurrando os cabelos para trás com uma das mãos. Seu corpo congelou ao me ver.

— Desculpe, não sabia que havia alguém aqui. 

— Tudo bem. — Sorri. — Eu já estou terminando. 

— Isso está muito bonito. — Ele falou se aproximando, ficando do outro lado da grande mesa onde estavam os três jarros, com cuidado agarrou uma pétala de uma das gardênias dispostas no arranjo que eu ainda preparava, mas sem arrancá-la, apenas acariciando.

— Muito obrigada. 

— É muito cheiroso também. — Não consegui conter mais um sorriso. Gardênia era a minha flor preferida, não só pelo cheiro.

— Elas significam pureza e sinceridade. — Falei, colocando mais uma no arranjo.

— Flores têm significado? — Perguntou erguendo uma das sobrancelhas bem desenhadas, chamando minha atenção para os olhos muito verdes.

— Claro que sim. Assim como as rosas são as flores do amor, as jasmins são significado de paz e inocência. — Dei de ombros. 

— Nunca pensei em flores como algo além de um presente. 

— A maioria não pensa. — Falei tombando a cabeça para o lado, admirando meu trabalho.

— Nunca a vi por aqui. 

— Perdão, nem me apresentei. — Senti meu rosto aquecer. — Sou S/N. — Falei limpando uma das mãos no avental antes de estender a ele. Por alguns segundos, me encarou com incredulidade, antes de retribuir o meu comprimento.

— Edward. 

O homem apertou minha mão entre os dedos, e a ergueu, dando um beijinho. Não consegui conter o suspiro surpreso, não estava acostumada a conviver com homens, muito menos os educados. Os garotos da vila geralmente não ligavam muito para as cordialidades. 

Com o passar dos dias, descobri que nunca havia visto Edward pelo castelo pois ele passara alguns anos de sua vida morando com seus tios, fora do país. Mas agora, havia voltado para trabalhar no palácio, assim como a minha, sua família servia a coroa há gerações.

Os dias se tornavam cada vez mais caóticos. Os funcionários só falavam da volta do príncipe, que eu ainda não havia visto por parte alguma. Os preparativos para a festa de aniversário e noivado estavam a mil, mas, toda tarde, antes que ficasse escuro, Edward me chamava para um passeio.

Sua companhia era muito boa, ele era gentil e educado, além de engraçado. Ele trabalhava nas cocheiras do palácio, mas, sempre que eu passava por lá dava o azar de ele sempre estar fora.

— Senhorita. — Sorri ao ouvir a voz já conhecida atrás de mim. Eu o esperava, como em todas as tardes, na estufa. — Chegou cedo ou eu me atrasei? — Perguntou parando ao meu lado, carregando com ele uma grande cesta.

— Cheguei cedo. O que é isso que está carregando? — Perguntei erguendo o pescoço, mas ele abriu um sorriso de lado e colocou a cesta atrás de suas costas.

— É uma surpresa. Me acompanha até o lago?

— Alguém pode nos ver. — Falei temerosa. Sempre tomamos muito cuidado para que nossos encontros fossem escondidos. Por mais que fossem inocentes, uma moça solteira da minha idade na companhia de um homem mesmo que por alguns minutos era motivo suficiente para acabar com a sua reputação. 

— Não vai ter ninguém. Nunca tem ninguém à essa hora. — Piscou um olho. Meu coração deu um salto com o pequeno gesto, e como eu não me movi, Edward segurou minha mão, me puxando para fora da estufa. 

Sua mão era quente e macia. Achei que ele me soltaria assim que saíssemos, mas Edward entrelaçou os nossos dedos e seguiu o caminho até o lago. Era uma caminhada de quinze minutos. Assim que chegamos as margens do lago, Edward abriu a cesta, retirando uma grande toalha e estendendo no chão, sentando logo em seguida. Me sentei ao seu lado e ele passou a tirar mais coisas da cesta.

— Você pegou essas coisas da cozinha? — Perguntei incrédula, e ele assentiu com um sorriso. — Alguém pode sentir falta.

— Tem comida suficiente lá para alimentar o reino inteiro, tenho certeza de que não sentirão falta de nada. — Falei me oferecendo um morango. Encarei a fruta, decidindo se deveria mesmo comer, mas antes que eu chegasse a uma decisão, ele encostou a fruta em meus lábios, e eu a mordi. 

Era delicioso, nunca havia comido antes. Mas definitivamente entendia a preferência da rainha.

— Você já viu o príncipe? — Perguntei depois de alguns minutos. Edward estava comendo um pedaço de bolo e acabou se engasgando e tossindo. 

— Por quê a pergunta? — Disse depois de tomar um longo gole de suco, mas com a voz ainda afetada pelo acesso de tosse.

— Ah, os empregados dizem que ele já voltou há algum tempo, e eu não o vi em lugar nenhum. — Falei dando de ombros.

— Está interessada no príncipe? — Perguntou erguendo uma sobrancelha, fazendo meu rosto queimar e provavelmente corar.

— Não, de forma alguma. — Neguei com a cabeça. — Apenas fiquei curiosa.

— Ainda não o vi em lugar nenhum. — Ele disse dando de ombros, virando o rosto para observar o sol que se punha atrás do lago. Pintando o céu com tons de laranja e roxo.

— A noiva dele chega em alguns dias. — Comentei, e observei que ele ficou tenso de repente. — O que foi?

— Nada. — Ele suspirou, e eu tombei a cabeça para o lado, demonstrando que não acreditava. — Só estava pensando que não deve ser nada fácil. — O encarei, tentando entender. — Casar sem amor.

— Como sabe que ele não a ama? 

— Ouvi dizer que eles nem se conhecem pessoalmente. — Deu de ombros. — Mas e você, já se apaixonou? — Senti meu corpo congelar, e o coração bater tão forte que me surpreendeu não ter explodido. Edward ergueu uma sobrancelha, esperando uma resposta. Desviei meus olhos dos seus, me virando para o lago e procurando uma saída para aquela pergunta.

— Eu não… sei. — Falei engolindo em seco, ainda sentindo seus olhos em mim. Já faziam alguns dias que eu sentia coisas por Edward. Não sabia identificar a maioria delas. Mas toda vez que ele se aproximava sentia a pulsação acelerar. Quando ele sorria, sentia o chão sumir. Quando me olhava, sentia que podia me perder na imensidão verde. 

A pergunta me atormentava há dias.

Será que estou apaixonada por ele?

Nos romances em que li, o amor era descrito daquela forma. Era inevitável. Mas o medo de parecer uma garota boba e acabar perdendo sua amizade falou mais alto, e em nenhum momento dei a entender que gostasse dessa forma dele.

— Eu já. — Ele disse de repente, fazendo meu coração errar a batida. Nós estávamos sentados lado a lado, e eu podia sentir o calor de seu corpo emanando. Uma vontade enorme de sair correndo me assolou. Edward não sentia a mesma coisa.

— Ela é da cidade onde cresceu? — Perguntei sentindo a boca secar. Não queria falar sobre sua paixão, mas deveria ser uma boa amiga. Amigos conversam sobre isso.

— Não. Ela mora aqui. — Mais uma vez meu coração vacilou.

— É mesmo? — Minha voz saiu em um fio, um arrepio nada bom percorreu minha coluna.

— Sim. Trabalha no palácio. 

— Eu a conheço? — Perguntei, sem querer realmente saber. Haviam muitas criadas muito bonitas no palácio, algumas eu só conhecia de vista. Saber que trabalho com a mulher por quem ele estava apaixonado já estava me matando. Mesmo que não fizesse nem mesmo um minuto da descoberta.

— Acho que sim. — Ele falou baixinho, e eu me virei. Será que era minha amiga? Quando ele chegou tão perto? Deus, seus olhos são muito mais bonitos assim de perto.

Edward encarava o meu rosto, e eu senti que o ar fugiu de meus pulmões com a proximidade. Ele ergueu uma das mãos, segurando meu queixo com dois dedos. Se meu coração batia forte antes, agora eu tinha plena certeza de que teria um ataque. Os olhos verdes estavam presos em minha boca, e eu não resisti em olhar para a sua também. Os lábios bem desenhados estavam entreabertos. A noite já se apresentou, as estrelas já pintavam o céu, e a luz da lua cheia iluminava o seu rosto. Simplesmente perfeito. Nunca havia visto um homem tão lindo.

Edward se aproximou devagar, com cuidado, fechando os olhos lentamente. Oh, Deus, ele vai me beijar. 

Já havia lido muitos livros em que os casais se beijavam, mas nunca o havia feito. Fechei meus olhos por instinto, tentando controlar todas as reações que meu corpo apresentava.

Mas, quando seus lábios tocaram os meus, um arrepio arrebatador me atingiu. Como se um raio caísse sobre minha cabeça, espalhando correntes elétricas por todo o lado.

Ficamos assim apenas por alguns segundos, até que senti a pontinha de sua língua quente tocar em meu lábio inferior. Abri minha boca levemente, deixando que ele a tomasse. Sua língua fazia carícias lentas contra a minha, e eu não sabia exatamente como retribuir. A mão que estava em meu queixo foi para a minha nuca, e ele me puxou para ainda mais perto, aumentando a intensidade. 

O calor que se formava em meu corpo era inédito, mas queimava cada vez mais forte.

Edward se afastou, com a respiração descompassada, assim como a minha. Ele me encarava, talvez esperando que eu dissesse alguma coisa, mas as palavras fugiram da minha mente. 

Faltavam dois dias para o grande baile, tudo estava praticamente pronto. Mas eu não conseguia pensar em nada daquilo. Meus pensamentos viajavam para Edward e os muitos beijos que trocamos escondidos pela propriedade real. 

Se antes eu tinha dúvidas sobre estar apaixonada, agora tenho cada vez mais certeza. 

— Lockhart. — A governanta chamou impaciente, me tirando de um mundo de fantasia onde eu morava há alguns dias. — Sabe costurar? 

— Sim senhora. 

— Vá aos aposentos do príncipe. Ele precisa de ajuda com as vestes para o baile, parece que a rasgou. — Assenti, indo até meu quarto pegar a caixinha de costuras. 

Subi as escadas imaginando minha conversa com Edward mais tarde, ansiosa em lhe contar que finalmente havia sanado minha curiosidade e conhecido o príncipe. Repassei as regras de minha mãe na cabeça. Não falar, não olhar.

Bati na porta enorme e a abri, já com os olhos grudados ao chão.

— Com licença, Alteza. Vim ajudar com suas vestes. — Falei fazendo uma reverência, podendo enxergar somente as botas muito bem polidas. 

— S/N. — A voz conhecida fez meu coração pular. Ergui o rosto, tendo a pior surpresa da minha vida. Edward não vestia as habituais camisas simples e calças surradas. Ele estava parado em meio ao aposento enorme, com as vestes reais. 

Ele era o príncipe Harry.

Senti meu coração parar por alguns segundos, e minha visão começava a embaçar com as lágrimas que se formavam. Ele deu um passo em minha direção, e eu dei um para trás. Ele parou. 

Eu queria sair de lá. Precisava fugir. Mas os passos no corredor me avisavam que alguém se aproximava. Limpei as lágrimas que escorreram com os punhos, virei os olhos para o chão e respirei fundo. 

— Como posso ajudar, Alteza? — Usei o tom mais firme que consegui. 

— S/N. — Meu nome saiu de sua boca em forma de súplica, fazendo meu coração doer ainda mais. Ele se aproximou mais uma vez, e quando eu iria me afastar, ouvi os passos ficando ainda mais altos, muito perto. 

— Alteza. — A voz da governanta soou atrás de mim. — Srta Lockhart vai ajudá-lo com as vestes. Tentamos chamar uma modista mas nenhuma respondeu os recados. — Ela disse baixo, como uma desculpa. 

— Não tem problema. — O tom de voz dele era duro, infeliz com a interrupção. — Srta Lockhart. — Ergui meu rosto, vendo que ele me encarava. — Uma das costuras se desfez quando vesti o casaco. — Informou, erguendo um dos braços. Era um rasgo pequeno, fácil de resolver e ficaria imperceptível com o remendo. Peguei a caixinha dentro do bolso do avental, sentindo minhas mãos tremerem. 

— Com licença. — Falei baixinho ao me aproximar, sabendo que a governanta observava nossa interação. 

Não demorou mais do que dez minutos para terminar, mas ele se arrastaram como nunca. Podia sentir que ele respirava com dificuldade e seus músculos estavam tensos.

Voltei para o quarto das criadas muito mais tarde do que o normal. Algumas já dormiam em suas camas e em cima da minha havia um envelope. 

Abri, pensando ser uma carta da minha mãe. Mas quando a pétala com o cheiro inconfundível de gardênia caiu eu sabia exatamente de quem havia vindo.

Ponderei se deveria ou não ler. Mas, mesmo magoada e traída, os pensamentos sobre nossos momentos ainda inundaram os meus pensamentos. Seus beijos, o carinho que fazia em meu rosto, seu cheiro quando me apertava em um abraço antes de se despedir. 

“Descobri que a gardênia é a flor dos amores secretos. Por favor, me encontre na estufa quando anoitecer. 

H. Edward.” 

Já fazia muito tempo que havia anoitecido, eu havia me enterrado nas tarefas para tentar me distrair. Mesmo imaginando que ele não estaria lá, saí em silêncio tomando cuidado par que ninguém me visse. 

Mas ele estava. Com as roupas que eu estava acostumada, sentado entre os ramos de gardênia.

— Você veio. — Ele se levantou, ao notar minha presença. — Eu preciso…

— Alteza. — O interrompi, engolindo em seco quando a expressão de dor apareceu em seu rosto.

— Não… não me chame assim. 

— Mas é quem você é, príncipe Harry. — Senti minha voz embargar. — Porquê não me contou? 

— Eu estava com medo. — Suspirou. — Queria contar no dia do lago.

— Antes ou depois de me iludir? 

— Eu não iludi você. — Se aproximou. — Aquele que você conheceu sou eu, S/N. Era tudo verdade. 

— Você mentiu. — Falei encarando seus olhos. — Até mesmo seu nome era uma mentira. — Senti o gosto amargo da mágoa na língua.

— Não. — Ele tentou pegar minha mão, mas eu a afastei. — Edward é meu nome do meio. — Assenti. — Eu preciso que me perdoe, por favor.

— Não há o que perdoar, Alteza. — Falei baixinho, abaixando os olhos para encarar o chão. Ele soltou um suspiro alto. — Preciso voltar para o meu quarto. — Tentei me afastar, mas ele segurou os meus ombros.

— Olhe para mim. — Suplicou. Ergui meus olhos, encontrando seu rosto molhado. — Me perdoe. — Uma das mãos se ergueu, para tocar o meu rosto. Tentei me afastar mais uma vez, mas ele não deixou, me prendendo ainda mais contra si. 

Meu coração batia forte, os meus olhos ardiam com as lágrimas. 

Ele segurava meu rosto com uma mão, e passou o outro braço pela minha cintura. Como muitas vezes tinha feito antes. Eu sabia o que vinha a seguir. Antes seus beijos me traziam felicidade, agora apenas mágoas. 

Seus lábios tocaram os meus, em um beijo sofrido. Lento como o primeiro, mas muito diferente. Salgado pelas nossas lágrimas se misturando.

— Edward, não. — Falei o empurrando. Quebrando o beijo, mas ainda em seus braços. — Você vai casar. 

— Não vou. — Ele me apertou no abraço. — Vou agora mesmo falar com meu pai. Não posso me casar com ela, não amando você. 

— O rei não vai aceitar. — Falei baixinho, fechando meus olhos para não ver sua expressão de tristeza. 

— Ele vai precisar aceitar. Não vou me casar com Charlotte. — Ele colou sua testa na minha. — Diga que me ama também e eu vou dar um jeito em tudo. Eu sou seu. 

— Edward. — Sussurrei, as três palavras na ponta da língua. As lágrimas grossas escorrendo. — Você é o único herdeiro do trono, ele nunca vai deixar que fiquemos juntos. 

— Diga que me ama, S/N. — Implorou. — Eu sei que é verdade. Posso sentir nos seus beijos. — Roçou os lábios aos meus. — Posso sentir quando você me abraça, quando sorri para mim… Você também me ama, não é? — A voz rouca entrava profundamente em meus ouvidos, direcionadas para o meu coração.

— Amo. — Confirmei em um sussurro. — Mais do que achei que seria possível. Mas… — Ele me silenciou, colando sua boca na minha novamente. Apenas um tocar de lábios, mas foi o suficiente para me fazer suspirar.

— Sem mas. Eu vou resolver. É com você que eu quero ficar, e eu vou. — Prometeu, deixando beijinhos por todo o meu rosto.

— O seu pai… — Mais uma vez fui silenciada pelos seus lábios nos meus.

— Ele vai ter que aceitar. E se não aceitar, eu renuncio o trono. — Arregalei meus olhos com a declaração.

— Isso é loucura. — Neguei com a cabeça. — Você não pode fazer isso.

— Posso e vou. — Disse firme. — Se meu pai não aceitar o nosso amor, eu renunciarei à coroa. Nunca quis um casamento arranjado, S/N. Casar sem amor já é um pesadelo, casar com outra enquanto amo você seria a minha ruína. 

As lágrimas que escorriam agora eram de emoção. Era muita coisa para apenas um dia. Mas, verdade seja dita, eu já não sabia mais viver sem ele. O caminho seria tempestuoso, isso era certo. Mas se Edward - ou Harry -  me ama a ponto de abdicar da coroa, a única coisa que poderia fazer era ficar ao seu lado. 

A única coisa que eu queria fazer era ficar ao seu lado. 

— Eu amo você, sendo príncipe ou não. — Falei baixo, encarando as íris verdes, um sorriso arrebatador se abriu em seus lábios. Edward me apertou em seus braços, erguendo meus pés do chão, e girando comigo em seus braços.

— Amo você. Amo você. — Sussurrou diversas vezes, antes de finalmente selar o nosso amor em um beijo de verdade.

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[1994tpwk]

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Fic recommendations

As of March 2024

>sorted in order of reblog date

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You can find all fic recs under #fic rec

Series / multiple parts

Y/N wakes up craving blood and Harry‘s there to help (reluctantly) by @jawllines *

The devil is a gentleman by @1800titz *

404 by @freedomfireflies *

IFall for Harry by @freedomfireflies *

Teach Me by @freedomfireflies *

Ophanim by @stylesloveclub *

Harry and Y/N are in the same ballet class, and they hate each other by @jawllines *

Harry is Y/N’s new bodyguard and Y/N’s sure they’ve met before by @jawllines *

The Young Dad!Harry Universe by @avatar-anna

Harry is a young professor and Y/N has never felt this kind of attraction before by @novelistrry *

Stand alones / short stories

No loss by @adorebeaa *

Earning it by @adorebeaa *

Desire by @enthusiasticharry *

Feathery by @moonchildstyles

Soft by @moonchildstyles *

Shy by @moonchildstyles

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January Recommendations (2023)

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[miszoblin]

I did it.

Harry knew that Voldemort is better wizard. But no one told Voldemort that Harry is better swordmaster.

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