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PROMPT: (requested by @victoria-styles) “Y/N distracts Harry while he’s in the middle of writing a song.” - I’ve taken inspiration from this prompt, and I’ve tweaked it a bit! Instead, it’ll be Harry distracting Y/N during a work meeting over Zoom 🤭

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Warnings: Not much really - slight talks of smut, and slight masturbation (m). Very brief dom play.

Word Count: 1.1k

“So for this meeting, we’ll be going over the goals for the next month, as well as the new structure that’s going to be put in place for us to achieve those goals,” you heard your boss’ voice flowing through the speakers of your laptop as you sat at your kitchen table.

With a cup of coffee next to it, as well as a notebook with a pen, you were all set for your monthly meeting with the bigwigs of your at home job.

You were slightly rushed this morning as you and Harry were up late. You had insisted on going to bed early considering you knew you had this meeting this morning, but only a few minutes after the two of you had laid down in bed, his toned body ended up slotted between your thighs - his thick cock plunging in and out of you.

In order to give you more rest, Harry had set your alarm back thirty minutes after you had fallen asleep. He knew that you typically gave yourself too much time in the morning. He wanted you to have your rest after the two of you had your way with each other.

To say you were pretty pissed off about him changing your alarm would be an understatement. You had woken up to him cuddled against your back, and you could feel his morning wood nudging against one of the rounds of your ass. It caused you to giggle, and just before you were about to slip your hand into his briefs to help him out, thinking you had the time to do so, you caught sight of the clock on the nightstand.

From there your morning felt completely chaotic. Between you rushing to put on a decent appearance, to Harry following you around like a lost puppy with a hard on, you were surprised you actually sat down at the table on time.

Thankfully you didn’t have to dress up, just pulling on a nice sweater over the t-shirt of Harry’s you had on sufficed as they could only see you from the shoulders up really.

As the meeting really started up, you began to take notes - looking down at your notebook fully as you listened and scribbled. When you looked back up, you caught sight of Harry walking through to the kitchen behind your laptop.

You could tell he was shirtless, something that wasn’t uncommon for him, and you figured he had just gotten out of the shower with the way the water was dripping from the ends of his curls.

It wasn’t until he made it past your laptop, and into the actual kitchen that you saw his bare, plump, little ass that you loved so much out of the corner of your eye.

You had gone to take a sip of coffee, and the sight of his bum caused you to sputter the liquid back into your mug.

“Y/N, everything okay?” Your boss spoke up as you choked, and you nodded before holding a finger up to mute yourself.

Continuing to cough, you knocked your fist against your chest as you looked back over to Harry, and you could see the smirk on his face as he stood at the counter - his sight set on the fruit he was chopping up on a cutting board.

He was going to stand there and make his morning smoothie.

Naked.

Your eyes couldn’t help but trail over his muscular frame as you continued to catch your breath, but they really honed in on the sight of his prick hanging between his thighs.

He had gotten himself off in the shower, and he wanted you to know.

Not only did he want to distract you from your meeting as punishment for leaving him high and dry, but he also wanted to rub it in your face that he didn’t need you to get himself off. He knew you knew what his cock looked like just a few minutes after coming.

The scoff that left you did manage to get his attention, and you made eye contact just briefly before you were turning your attention back to the screen - clicking yourself off of mute.

As the meeting continued, you completely ignored Harry, and you continued to take your notes as normal.

That however came to a halt when Harry revved up the blender, and you had to quickly throw your hand against your mouse to mute yourself once again.

“Harry!” You exclaimed over the noise of the appliance as you lowered your laptop screen - just a bit so your colleagues could no longer see your face. “You’re joking right?”

Harry squinted, and his eyebrows narrowed as he cupped one of his hands over his ear. “Sorry! What? I can’t hear you right now!”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed in annoyance, but you decided to go back to ignoring him - retrieving your headphones from your laptop bag that was in the chair next to you. You plugged them into your computer, and then shoved the earbuds into your ears as you continued to listen, but you kept yourself on mute.

Thankfully once Harry’s smoothie was finished, he stood in the kitchen - consuming it in silence.

You peeked over to him again after a few minutes to witness him cleaning up the kitchen, but then he turned around and caught your eyes on him.

Tongue pressed against the inside of his lower lip, you watched as one of his large, veiny hands traveled down his abdomen before wrapping around his shaft. His lips parted, and you couldn’t hear him due to your headphones, but you didn’t need to. You had that little gasp that he makes at the first bit of contact memorized.

“Alright everyone, that wraps up the meeting for today, are there any questions?” You heard someone in the meeting ask, but you didn’t even look back over.

You were completely fixated on the god-sculpted man, that you had the privilege of calling your boyfriend, in your kitchen as he worked his hand over his length to harden right in front of you.

“No? Well that’s that! If you think of anything, please just send one of us an email. Thank you all for your time, and we’ll see you again next month.”

The laptop was quickly shut, and the headphones were ripped from your ears as you pushed yourself up from the table before you quickly walked over to Harry.

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, causing his own hand to leave his growing cock.

“You’ve been extremely naughty this morning,” your voice was stern as you spoke to him, and you watched as his pupils dilated. “I expect you in the bedroom on your knees while I finish up my coffee, pup.”

Harry nodded slowly, and you released his hand so it dropped by his side before you continued to speak.

“That’ll give me time to figure out which punishment suits you best.”

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[hazgoldenstyles]

Enquainted

In a quiet, empty bakery, there he sits sipping his strawberry tea while humming a tune of Mac DeMarco. While His soft humming gets interrupted by the clock striking twelve, he gets startled by the slightly loud noise causing his tea to spill a bit on his chin.

“Oh goody, I guess I better get outta here”, he says wiping his chin while quickly standing. He leaves a good amount of cash by his receipt and draws a sloppy flower while saying his goodbyes to the last workers on shift.

Harry has had his fair share of women in his life. So his experience was lets just say… pretty good. He’s always been really shy and sweet but the upmost caring person to anybody, even if he didn’t know them.

Most of the women in his life knew his needs and knew how fragile he was but always found a way to take advantage of him. But Harry didn’t like being alone, so he suffered with the mistreatment while also doing things that he didn’t like so much.

But Harry is a vampire.

A sweet soft one at that.

The 27 year old loves marshmallows and strawberry tea… quite weird right.

But right now he’s thinking about someone who can fulfill his needs, but also want him for who he is.

He walks down the street in his baby pink jumper and cream slacks on his way home.

While he’s walking he sees a girl sitting all alone on a bench with pretty arm warmers on.

Oh those look so fuzzy and warm Harry thinks to himself, I should go tell her.

Harry makes his way over to the girl nervously playing with the edges of his jumper and mutters out, “ex- excuse me”

The girl whips her head up and smiles, mostly because of how adorable and shy he looks. She tucks a curly strand behind her ear.

“Oh, yes” she responds.

Harry smiles a bit while rocking on the balls of his feet, “I really like your jumper, I- I think its really pretty.”

The girl smiles softly at the nervous boy, “why thank you, I love yours as well” she compliments. Staring at how the boy bashfully smiles at the ground.

“Th-thanks. My mumma got it for me back in England” he responds, looking around at his surroundings forgetting that its quite dark out and he’s just talking to a random girl while he should be on his way home. But Harry barely talks to people, so while he’s worrying, he secretly basks in it.

Not knowing how to exit the conversation with a pretty girl thats making him oh so nervous and giddy he says, “uhm okay… byeeee” he darts his eyes around while quickly making eye contact. He waves his fingers that she notices are painted a soft pink.

She smiles at that. How adorable can he get

In her own headspace forgetting that he bid her a goodbye, she sees him already a ways down the sidewalk.

Hopefully she sees him again.

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Sunday morning Honie walks down the street on her way to Pinkys Cafe. A quaint, cute little cafe that one of her friends recommended to her.

While she’s walking, she hears some tussling and loud voices so her interest won her over. She follows the sound to see what’s going on.

Oh lord please don’t let it be nothing too bad she says to herself.

The noise trails to a group of guys surrounded by some boy in a all blue crewneck with fuzzy sleev-

That’s the boy who complimented her a few days ago.

Immediately she rushes over trying to help ease the situation and try to get the sweet shy boy somewhere she knows is comfortable.

She walks closer to the scene with rage in her eyes, “HEY” she yells.

The group of men quickly look up and scurries off, most likely not wanting to get into any legal trouble knowing she was bound to call the police.

She wastes no time in consoling the shaking, whimpering Harry. He put his sweater paws on his eyes to control his emotions, laying his head on the pretty lady’s shoulder.

“I was j-just trying t-to g-get to work… but I s-saw them so I didn’t l-know what to d-do” he stutters in vulnerability, tears falling down his soft rosy cheeks.

How could someone be so mean to this poor angel.

She looks at him with sadness and has the perfect idea.

“Oh no, hey hey, none of that now you’re too pretty to cry you know.” She says softly with a smile on her face. He looks at her with nervousness but with a small shy smile.

He looks down playing with his flower ring anxiously, remembering what just happened. “I was actually about to go get some tea if you wanted to come with?” She questions softly.

He looks up and nods his head with misty eyes, “yes please. I think that would make me feel better”

She smiles at him fondly and holds her arm out for him to latch onto. He loops his around softly snd cautiously, darting his eyes around so he doesn’t have to make eye contact and says, “okay, I’m ready for some some tea. I-Ive been craving it since yesterday” he says shyly while walking.

“Well lets go get your tea sweet boy”

A/N- hi guys! I hope you like the first part to this series!! Give me feedback please, it really helps me and build my motivation to have the second part out faster than the original set date. Also, tell me your theories and what you think may happen in the future, it’ll be greatly appreciated. Thank you my bleu babiessss 🤍

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[harrysxcarolina]

Jealous Type

Imagine:  Harry is the jealous type, but he makes sure to only show it to you in private.

The cold autumn air slowly hits my face as I pull the collar closer to my neck. Oh, how I missed this place. Tonight was planned to be the perfect night. With all the lights, décor, and family that will be surrounded not only my thoughts but my appearance. I have been counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds for this moment and I'm not going to let anything ruin it.

Smiling to myself as I get closer to my destination my hands automatically finding themselves deep into my coat pockets as I get face to face with the place I have been looking forward to for months.

Making my way up the stone steps I quickly pull my free hand out of the depths of my pocket and quickly ring the golden doorbell. Taking a deep breath and giving myself a mental pep talk I wait for the familiar face to answer the door. As the second's tick by I can't help my wondering mind as it begins to think of all the scenarios that have been living there rent-free.

Oh, how I missed his touch.

The feeling of his fingers slowly interlacing with mine. Feeling his gorgeous jaw-dropping smirk grow bigger against the top of my head as he pulls me closer into his chest while his arms snake their way around my petite waist. The slight breeze of his minty breath against my cheek as his raspy voice continuously whispers sweet nothings in my ear all night, slowly dragging out the torturous prolonged events that we are both dying to experience after such a long wait.

The feeling of his soft hands slowly making their way down my torso making sure to feel every curve and crevice of my body. The way that his lips would slowly torture me as he works his way along my jaw and down my neck knowing all the right places that drive me wild. The way our bodies fit perfectly together as we show each other just how much we missed each other's touch.

Our bodies working together molding themselves into one as get more aggressive with our actions.

The feeling of his muscles straining under my hands as they work their way up and down his back. My body arching itself closer into and against his to take in every single inch of his body. Our lips never failing to mold themselves together feverishly trying to prove who loves who more but never the less neither one of us can ever get enough.

Getting lost in my own little world I forget everything around me.

I feel a soft touch on my face drawing me out of my daydream state. Blinking twice still slightly reeling in my thoughts I feel a soft digit across my bottom lip slowly pulling it back from in between my teeth. Not even realizing that it had been there in the first place.

"Oh sweet darling, whatever were you thinking about that had you this lost in thought?" His voice rang deep into my ears as his hot breath got closer and closer to the nook of my neck. His lips soon making contact with my skin and his hand finding its way to my hip. His fingers waste no time gripping me hard and pulling me against him.

My eyes close automatically as my lip finds its way back between my teeth involuntarily. My body loses control once again as my thoughts wander in awe of all the possibilities. Feeling his smirk grow against my neck as he continues his sweet torture. My fingers sliding their way deep into his hair interlacing themselves and slightly tugging. Causing just the reaction I was hoping for.

A low growl emerges from deep within his throat as he pulls his lips from my neck and onto the place I wanted them the most. Our lips get lost in each other causing us to get deeper and deeper in our own world.

Tugging a little harder on Harry's hair his tongue traces along my bottom lip. Smirking to myself knowing exactly what I am doing as I deny him access and pull him closer than imaginable. There is no separating us. Our bodies are like glue once together there is no pulling us apart.

His hands pull tighter against my waist as the kiss deepens. Our mouths working fast and hard like this kiss is our lifeline. Forgetting about air completely I allow myself to fall into his body knowing that he'll be there to catch me. My mind is reeling as my body loses control of all my senses.

Our lips part for a split second but only for a quick breath in and then, they find each other again. Harry begins to get rigid as his tongue once again asks for access. Still standing my ground and not allowing him access to what he wants most my hands slowly work themselves out of the depths of his hair and down his body. Smirking to myself I know that I won't be able to last much longer but seeing his want so badly sends shivers down my spine.

A hum leaves my body as my head is soon tilted upwards feeling the slight tug of pressure from where Harry's digits are deeply entangled in my hair. His lips never leaving my skin as he works his way from my lips across my jaw and down my neck.

Chills shoot down my body as his tongue slowly works its way up from the base of my neck to the bottom of my earlobe. My sweet spot. My body deceives me as a moan leaves my body. His lips capture my now hot skin and begin the torture I've been dreaming about for months.

One hand still deep in my hair and the other holding tightly onto my waist my body is brought even closer than imaginable to Harry's. "Oh baby girl, if you want to play we will play," He says as he continues the sweet torture against my sweet spot.

My knees begin to buckle and shake as I feel the dampness between my thighs. My hands gripping tightly onto his shirt causing it to slightly rise up his torso exposing one of my favorite tattoos of his. My hips slightly glide themselves across Harry's causing a deep growl to escape his throat and a tighter grip on my hair. He begins to harden even more just by the simple gesture.

His body is reacting the same way mine is. Our touches expressing way more than enough to explain how badly we want this. Right here. Right now. Totally forgetting about tonight's activities that are waiting for us inside.

But all too quickly I knew that this little moment we had must come to an end. Smirking to myself as I bury my head deep into his check and wrapping my arms around his waist I take a deep breath in. Instantly feeling safe and at home. Harry copies my actions and kisses the top of my head.

"Welcome home love." He whispers as he squeezes me tighter before slowly letting go and grabbing my hand.

"C'mon we better go inside. I bet they are wondering what is taking us so long." Harry says as he smirks and runs his fingertips around his mouth. Something that I find so attractive. I smile as I feel the giddiness and the butterflies overtake me and I feel like I am on cloud nine.

As we enter the house I am soon overwhelmed with all the things that I have missed out on in the past few months. The smell of the fall scented candle filling up the small living room that is packed with friends and family I have come to love over the years. The room is filled with laughter and joy as everyone is overtaken with conversation.

Everyone is here. From the smallest and newest member to the grandparents. I smile as I feel warm inside. Home. I am finally home.

It wasn't too long before Harry wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Clearing his throat and smiling down at me before kissing the top of my head, "Everyone she's finally home." He says just loud enough to stop the commotion of conversations happening all around us.

Soon the room got quiet and everyone looked over at us. It was like the calm before the storm.

"Well, it's about damn time!"

"Oh my gosh, how I missed you!"

"You have to tell us everything! Every single detail!"

Everyone all at once bombarded me with questions and wanting to know about my trip to the states. How the filming of my new movie was coming along. How did I like it there? Am I excited to be home? I all too soon got pulled away from Harry's grip and was whisked away. Looking back at the emerald-colored eyes we both not ready to leave each other's sides just yet but we both knew there was no point in fighting the crowd of family members. Giving him a small smile letting him know that I won't allow them to keep me for too long I begin telling all my stories from my time in the states so far.

**

"And then just like that, I was instantly in this freezing pool of water fighting the weight of all the heavy clothes they had me wearing for the shot they needed. I almost forgot that we were filming until I reached the top of the water and began gasping for air. I remember frantically looking around trying to find Collin (costar in the movie) in this whole mess because I knew he was next. Next thing I know I hear "CUUUTTTT" and then I have like five people's hands-on me pulling me back to the platform." I say as I try and reenact the whole scene showing my emotions the best I could.

The room fills with laughter as I sit back down on the couch and brush my hair out of my face.

"That sounds so crazy. I mean the whole experience Y/N. Like shit to think that we were 5 years old and you would be prancing around the house reenacting your favorite scenes of your favorite movies. Always asking to play dress up and now here you are doing it for a living." My sister states as she reaches over and pulls me into a hug.

"We are just so proud of you, Y/N. You are really out there do amazing things." My Mum says as she tries to hide the tears in her eyes. Smiling and reaching over to grab her hand, "Thank you Mum, but don't cry because then it will make me cry." I say. I can't help but scan the room for the one person's attention I wanted the most. Don't get me wrong I love my family and I am beyond grateful and blessed to have their support, but I really am starting to miss his presence. I mean I've been gone for almost four months to shoot my new movie, and I've only been back home for not even an hour and I already miss him being next to me.

Eventually, our eyes find each other a smile soon spreads across my faces as I begin to relax. I have this uncanny feeling that his eyes have not once left mine since he saw me on the front steps. Butterflies erupt in my tummy as I nervously play with my hair. You would think after all this time of us being together that I would be used to him looking at me with that look he does or even just being around him in general but it never does. I think that I will always have this honeymoon stage feeling deep inside of me when it comes to Harry and how he makes me feel.

I can see him smirk out of the corner of my eyes and as I am about to get up and go to him I am yet again pulled in a different direction. I could have sworn I heard him curse under his breath at once again being kept from me. We are both clearly on the same page when it comes to not only the sexual tension between us but the desire and urge to be constantly right next to each other.

I mean can you blame us?

Running my fingers through my hair I tried my hardest to engage in the conversation around me, but I can't help but let my mind wander once again with thoughts of Harry. I chime in every once in and while to keep up the act I am doing of participating, but they soon catch on and excuse themselves politely.

I soon find myself in the kitchen looking for something to snack on while on the hunt for my favorite person. Looking at all my options on the counter I can't help but take a little bit of everything. I didn't realize how hungry I was until there was food right in front of me.

Stuffing my face with the homemade pasta salad that my Aunt makes I moan in appreciation of having a good home-cooked meal compared to fast food or easy access take out.

"You always were one for some home-cooked meals." A voice sounded in the background.

Being caught off guard I quickly spin around to be face to face with a childhood friend. Smiling and quickly finishing the mouth full of food I had I rush over and give James a hug.

"Oh, my gosh James, what are you doing here? I had no idea you were even in town!" I say as I pull away from the hug to get a good look at him.

"Damn what has it been? Ten years since we saw each other? You're still looking amazing as ever." He says as he holds me at arm's length. Shaking my head in agreement we begin talking about life and catching up on all the small things we've missed.

**

"So you're telling me it took you clear until after you graduated uni that you wanted to move from the hell hole town we lived in? Shit, I knew right from the time we were able to get out of here that I didn't want to stay any longer than I had to." I stated as I reach over and lay my hand on his arm in a kind gesture.

"I mean we had different things going on in our lives back then and when I think about it I don't know I guess I wasn't ready to give up what I had at that time," James said as he takes another swig of his beer as he looks up at me.

"Yeah with you getting drunk every weeknight and only caring about how many classes you could skip," I say trying my hardest to hold back a laugh but failing miserably. We both break out into a fit of laughter as we reminisce on our childhood days.

"You know when I found out that you actually moved and was starting up this career of yours I couldn't believe it. I was so surprised. I remember when we would stay up late sitting on the roof outside your bedroom window talking about our dreams I just never imagined that it would take off the way that it did. Not saying that I didn't think that you couldn't do it or that you wouldn't ever make it but you never think that you would be the one sitting in a restaurant one-day eating dinner when you get a notification that the person you are in love with is on the big screen living out her dream." James says as he looks at me but quickly looks away.

"What did you just say?" I ask as confusion took over. Did he really just say what I think he just said? I set down my drink and look up at him. "James, did you just say you were in love with me?" I ask completely taken off guard.

"Oh yeah, I guess I did." He stuttered as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Look I know that it comes off as a surprise but how could you not know? I mean just look at our childhood and how far we've come. Everything that we've been through together. I've been in love with you since we met. I never wanted to say anything because there was never the right time." James stated as he stood up off the barstool and walked closer to me.

"I'm not sure what to say, James. I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way. Honestly I never really saw you like that. You were always just one of my best friends." I say as I stand up and begin to take steps backward as James made his way closer to me.

"C'mon Y/N you're telling me that you never felt the tension between us growing up? All the late nights we spent together sneaking out and getting into trouble together? All the times we would share our deepest secrets and interests? Us getting closer and closer?" He whispered as if someone was listening.

"James I'm sorry but no. You were my best friend and that was it. I never wanted anything more than that and I'm sorry if I lead you on in any way back then but times are different now. I'm happy with Harry and Harry is the only one that I want." I stated as I no longer backed away but stood my ground.

James carefully lifts his hand up to slowly tuck away a loose piece of hair that has fallen into my face.

"Y/N I could treat you so much better than he can." He says as he leans in closer. "I know that you guys would never work out in the end anyway. With you out there constantly traveling to different places for your movies and him traveling for his music. Why would you want to be with someone who couldn't actually be with you," James stated as he got even closer. "I bet you he can't even satisfy your needs with him being away all the time, but me oh I could travel with you. I could show you everything that you are missing." He whispers as I put my hand up to stop him.

"James I-" I start off before I felt the familiar tug around my hips.

"Ah see James and that's where you are wrong," Harry states as he pulls me back against him and his lips softly kiss my temple. Feeling him smirk against my skin I instantly relax. "Hey baby," he whispers in my ear as he squeezes me tightly. Gently laying my head back against his chest I interlace our fingers together as I notice that James and Harry have held eye contact this entire time.

"So Y/N here has told me that you guys knew each other growing up, is that right James?" Harry asks as he removes one of his hands from mine and quickly grabs a pretzel from the chip bowl and tosses it into his mouth. My eyes never leaving James as I wait to see how this situation is going to unfold.

Harry softly grabs my hips once more and slowly turns me so we are facing each other. Smirking at me he backs me up gently against the bar that we were standing next to and grabs a piece of fruit that was perfectly placed on the plate.

"Yeah, we met and grade school," James says as he cautiously watches Harry's every move. He too is not sure what is about to happen.

"Oh well isn't that just lovely? That she is lucky enough to," he takes a quick pause to hold up the piece of pineapple, my favorite, asking for my permission. My mouth slowly opens and I take a bite. Our eyes are locked. I know exactly what he is doing, but I don't dare utter a word.

"Have a friend like you after all these years. Someone who is so interested in not only her work but also in her relationships. I am so glad that she has someone like you beside her because I would hate for her to have people around her who don't respect her." Harry finishes as he watches my every move as I finish the piece of pineapple.

Quickly finishing my small snack I lick my lips and once again reach out for Harry. He desperately answers as he grabs my waist and pulls himself closer to me.

James hasn't made a peep. He just stands there staring. Not sure what to do or say.

"Well we shouldn't keep the other guest waiting now should we darling?" Harry asks as he grabs my hand and excuses us from James.

Without letting me go he leads me down the hallway and towards the stairs. Not asking any questions I follow him willingly. There were a few people who tried to stop us to have small talk but Harry not allowing anyone else to steal me away politely dodges them.

Harry mumbles some things under his breath but I couldn't make them out clearly. Something about Showing him? Missing me? He couldn't take it anymore? My mind is reeling all I can think about as Harry leads me to some unknown location is the fact that our skin is touching and I can not only feel my heartbeat pounding through my entire body to my fingertips is that I could feel Harry's as well.

My back soon hits a hard surface and I am soon attacked by Harry's lips. Without even thinking my hands react and find themselves entangled in Harry's hair pulling hard. Harry groans loudly as he slams his hips against mine showing me how badly he needs me. It all makes sense now. The muffled mumbling he was making.

"You are so lucky that there is a whole house full of people downstairs or I would have taken you right then and there on that barstool," Harry growls as he quickly removes my shirt and his lips start their attack on my chest. My heart can't help but beat faster and faster the harder Harry sucks and nips at my skin. Leaving his marks all over me from the top of my neck all the way down to my chest. Moaning and tugging harder on his hair I pull his lips back to mine.

Our lips find themselves in the same battle as from earlier on the porch. This time I know better than to battle him. His tongue roughly traces the outline of my lip before he captures it between his teeth causing us both to moan out.

"God I wanted you so badly these last few months, and when I saw you tonight after not having you in person I could barely contain myself," Harry stated as he slid his hand down my torso his fingertips teasing my skin until they reach their destination. My button is soon undone and we both are fighting against the fabric of my pants.

As Harry is preoccupied with pulling our clothing off my hands and lips waste no time in making contact with his skin. My lips begin to torture Harry's neck as my hands slide down his toned torso searching for what I have been missing.

My small hand quickly wraps itself around Harry's member causing him to stop dead in his tracks and moan out.

"Fuck baby," he whimpers as my lips soon work their way down to join my hand.

Kissing down his torso making sure to take my time I look up at him to see him in complete bliss. Hair is ruffled up, his eyes are nowhere to be seen as his head falls back against the wall. His perfect lips form a small circle as his breathing hitches awaiting my next move.

Smirking to myself I am eye to eye with the manhood of the man that I love. My hand slowly working its magic moving up and down and occasionally rotating my wrist to cause the perfect friction.

His hips buckle upward and his hands soon find themselves in my hair. His breathing is anything but normal as he soon becomes impatient.

"Baby, fuck please do something. I need to feel you." He whispers as he tilts my head upward so that our eyes can meet. Without hesitation, I do as I am asked and kiss the tip before slowly taking him all in. Hearing the hiss from above as my head begins to bob up and down I continue with no intentions of stopping.

His grip on my hair tightens the faster I work my mouth and hand. Swirling my tongue and hallowing my cheeks I close my eyes and take pride in the effect that I have on this man.

Harry's hips continue to buck back and forth completely in sync with me. With my free hand, I reach up and try to hold his hips back. I want to make this last. Make him take in every single second. I want to feel every inch of him against my tongue and cheeks. I want to hear him moan out and feel his digits deeply entangled in my hair as I know that I am the one making him feel this good.

He continues to buck against me involuntarily he realizes what I am trying to do. I soon release Harry and now begin to hold him back with both my hands strictly relying on just my mouth.

Harry clearly doesn't disagree as his moans get louder and his manhood gets harder.

"Fuck darling you feel so bloody good." He whimpers as he looks down at me our eyes holding contact.

Bobbing my head even faster continuing to hold Harry's stare as his shaft gets deeper and deeper causing me to gag just a little.

Moaning against him I can't help the attraction and love I feel for this man. I can feel myself once again losing control of my thoughts as I think of every ungodly thing that I want this man to do to me.

The dampness between my legs is undeniable at this point. "Holy shit Y/N I want you to keep fucking looking at me as you suck me off." Harry moans as he tugs my hair and helps me bob up and down. My eyes soon look up and make contact with his and continue to do as I am told. Sweat soon dripping down off his face as he tries to contain himself longer not wanting it to end.

My hand soon slides its way back down his thigh and around his cock. Quickly picking up on where I left off I begin to suck on the tip as my hand massages the rest of his length occasionally reaching down and gently massaging his balls.

Harry soon can't stand it anymore and quickly jerks me up.

"Bend over now!" He demands as he grabs my hips and spins me around. Instantly laying my top half over the bathroom sink causing my ass to be perfectly aligned with his hips. Harry traces his hand down my spine as the other and grabs my hips not allowing me any wiggle room.

His fingertips slowly make their way down my body teasing me as he pins me against the sink. I soon feel the loss of contact but not shortly after feeling the sting of the slap against my ass. Harry and I both moan out as we force ourselves to withstand the prolonged wait.

"God, you are absolutely perfect. How I missed this ass." Harry states as he rubs the spot that he just hit. Moaning and instinctively going on my tiptoes my ass arches to follow his touch. A small chuckle leaves his lips as I feel his fingertips between my thighs oh so slowly working their way to my heated core.

"Mm tell me baby how badly did you miss me?" He whispers as he leans down his chest making contact with my back. His hand that rested on my hip soon begins to massage its way up my side searching for its second home. It finally makes contact as I feel my nipple harden under his fingertips.

Moaning loudly not caring who hears my back arches and my ass rubs against his hardened cock. Harry hisses in my ear as he pins me back down with his hips. "Tell me now darling." He demands again his voice low and raspy.

"So fucking much." I whimper as I feel his fingertips back at it again working their way to my core. I can feel his smirk against my back as he kisses his way along my spine.

"You know the whole four months you were gone I thought about you every day. Missing you. Wishing it was you who was riding my cock instead of my hand. Each day dragging out making the want unbearable at times. But now you are back and anytime we get a chance someone has to come and pull you away," Harry says slightly irritated.

"You don't know how badly I just wanted to pull you away and keep you all to myself tonight. The way you looked as you strolled to the front door. The way you kept denying me. How you oh so casually would glance my way not knowing all the dirty thoughts that have been on repeat since you walked in. And then to hear James state that he could satisfy you better than I could. Fuck I could have so easily shown him right then and there who you belonged to. Who you longed for." He whispered in my ear as his fingers danced around my wet folds teasing my clit. His breath hitched when he felt the wetness for himself.

"Oh, baby you never fail to amaze me. Always so ready for me."

Moaning out aching for his words and touch even more. "Keep going," I begged.

"I guess he and everyone else will soon find out who you belong to because I am not going to stop fucking you until we are both on this floor unable to walk or move," Harry states as he quickly slides two fingers deep inside me causing us both to moan out in pleasure at the missed contact.

"Fucking hell Harry!" I scream as I begin to grind my ass against his hand. His hand gripping my hip harder the faster my hips rock.

"Do not cum darling. I want you to feel everything. I want you withering in want and need as I slowly fuck you with my fingers." Harry moans as he beings to grind his hips against me his fingers never stopping their sweet torture.

Gripping onto the sink I soon feel myself reaching the bliss I have missed so dearly. Moaning and grinding harder and faster as Harry's fingers curve up and hit the magic spot.

"Ah fuck Haz! Please don't stop. God!" I moan out.

"Fuck Y/N! Yes, grind that pretty little ass of yours against me." Harry moans as I can see him watching me grind against him in the mirror above me. He soon notices the mirror as well causing a smirk to grow on his face.

"Oh, this is going to be fun baby." He states as he slides his fingers out and lifts them to his mouth cleaning all the juices off of them. A whimper escapes my lips at the loss of contact but soon is replaced with a loud gasp as I feel Harry thrust deep inside of me.

"Watch me fuck you, baby." Harry moans as he grabs both sides of my hips and rocks us back and forth. Both of us holding eye contact through the mirror.

His head soon falls back in pure bliss as he gets faster and deeper. No words are able to form out of my mouth as I watch this man come undone. My hands reaching back and grabbing his hand and placing it atop my breast. His fingers begin their magic as he twists and pulls on my nipple never stopping the sweet torture from his hips.

We are both moaning messes as the climb because noticeable. Unable to control myself my ass begins to grind, bounce, and swivel against Harry causing him to go deeper than I could have ever imagined allowing him access to my sweet spot.

Screaming out unable to bare much more I lose control and let go all around him. My eyes go back to the mirror watching as I come undone around him and continuing to ride out my high.

"Fuck yes baby. Cum on me. Watch yourself cum all over me." Harry yells as his hips thrust faster. Bracing myself against the sink my legs get weak and I can barely stand. My breathing is irregular and my heart is pounding deep in my chest. I wipe away the hair that is sticking to my forehead as I try to catch my breath.

Without warning, Harry spins us around and I am pinned against the wall. Harry's lips attack my neck as his hands wrap themselves around my thighs. My hands find themselves scratching their way down Harry's back causing a low growl to escape from his throat. "You keep doing that and I swear to God I will fuck the bloody hell out of you" Harry growls into my neck as he pounds into me wasting no time.

Digging my nails deeper into his skin as my head falls back onto the wall unable to hold myself up Harry wraps my legs around his waist.

His teeth dig into the nook of my neck as his thrust begins once again rough and fast. Not caring who can hear us the pressure begins to build quickly.

Not wanting it to end my fingers find their way into Harry's hair and I give a slight tug. Signally that I miss his lips on mine. He takes the hint and kisses his way up my neck.

Moaning softly your eyes meet swiftly as if just by looking at each other you told him what you wanted. Harry's lips soon meet yours. Lips entangle themselves and you continue to pull and massage on Harry's head as the kiss deepens.

Harry using his hands to hold me up against the wall he slows down his pace forcing us both to feel every inch and every touch. My body feels like it's on fire every place I feel Harry's touch. My skin aching for attention.

"Oh, how I missed you, Harry." You whisper as you bite your lip and wipe the loosely fallen hair out of Harry's eyes. He moans in agreement as he concentrates on pleasing you. His lips working along your skin as his hips thrust long and slow strides. Your hips buckle begging for a faster pace but you fight the urge.

Your eyes soon meet your reflection in the mirror and you watch as Harry's back muscles strain with every thrust. His ass is absolutely perfect you think as the pressure soon builds up slowly.

"Har-" You start off as your eyes involuntarily close.

"I know baby girl I know. You feel so good I don't want it to end!" He confesses as you both know your bodies can't handle the torture much longer. His hips eventually can't take it anymore and he picks up the pace. You both lose control and grip onto each other as the world around you completely stops.

You forget about everything and everyone around you as yours and Harry's high take over your body and thoughts.

An overwhelming cold sensation takes over your body and draws you out of your ecstasy. Slowly I open my eyes and smile as I make eye contact with the curly-haired boy who is in front of me.

Smirking back at you, Harry lifts his hands up to grab a hold of your face. "You are mine and I am the only one who will ever make you feel like this. God, the power you have over me is unbelievable. I love you." Harry whispers as he gently kisses you all over.

#harrystyles #harry #styles #smut #onedirection #harryedwardstyles #famous #harryxreader #jealous

[gaylilhippie]

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

#beach #britsawards2023 #famousharry #fineline #friendstolovers #harryedwardstyles #harryshouse #harrystyles #harrystylesbrits #harrystylesfanfic #harrystylesfanfiction #harrystylsgrammys #hs #hsfanfic #hslot #loveontour #onedirection #romance #romancefanfic #romancefanfiction #slowbuild #slowburn #slowlove #slowromance #strangerstofriends #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

[rambler73x]

Years - Part 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1342907371-years-part-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=animal36&wp_originator=vjz2FuAIRsZQsfjqxv2stT4oOWjincPv0u48yGOe6uqp0KwNkTGgEo8nwZXM95pQ444HsNc7aSMjQFB3GHdIEXba1holvvh9Vg0xFFO73Jfih%2F3Tr%2FqoH2bQGwBEj%2BKp Follow Delilah and Harry through the years. They met for the first time at the ages of 23 and 25. One night stand turned into a beautiful friendship that neither of them were seeking. What happens on the day of the one night stand each year that follows.

#birtish #bristol #delilahsophiachapman #fineline #harryedwardstyles #harrystyles #harrystylesfanfic #harrystylesfanfiction #harrystyleslovestory #harrystylessmut #hs1 #hs2 #hslot #love #lovestory #pov #reader #styles #uk #watermelonsugar #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

[oldsou1hippi3]

Harry Styles isn’t the only person who can gender bend their clothes

#outfit inspiration #outfit #ooftd #genderbend #genderfluid #lgbtqiia+ #fineline #harryedwardstyles

[thenpoisedsaidwere]

a little thing i wrote a while ago and just dug up again:) honestly it's my favourite thing to look through my old stuff and see how much my writing has changed

should i continue this? maybe. will i continue this? probably not

Music has always been there for Louis. Through all the good times, all the bad times, and all the times in between, music has been a safe space that he can turn to when things get to be too much. So it’s really not the best when this boy is standing in the door to the music room, his body angled towards the drum kit that Louis sits at facing away from the doorway. Louis tries to keep drumming, he really does, but it’s so annoying because he can feel the gaze of the boy in the doorway on his back.

So, Louis stops, turns his head around and glares at him, hoping he’ll get the message. Apparently not. Louis sighs and says without rotating his body to face the curly headed boy: “Look, mate, I’m flattered, really. But could you, I don’t know, maybe leave?” Okay, so maybe that was a bit ruder than necessary, but it got the job done, right? Wrong. When Louis checks, the boy is still standing in the doorway with a faint smile that Louis finds a bit creepy, if he’s honest, painted onto his face.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, that was rude-”

Louis is cut off by a boy with dark hair and cheekbones sculpted by the gods - Louis is pretty sure his name is Zack or something like that - walking up to Doorway Boy and tapping him on the shoulder. Doorway Boy jumps a little but turns, relaxing once he sees who it is, and moving his hands in a flurry of activity which Zack laughed at (yeah, Louis was fairly sure that was his name) and… replied to? Shit. He’s pretty sure they were speaking in sign language. Jesus. That’s embarrassing - he was talking and Doorway Boy couldn’t even hear him.

“Hey.” Louis is startled from his thoughts by a voice. He turns, spinning on the stool he is sitting at, to see Zack walking towards him, Doorway Boy following closely behind him. Ugh. Social interaction. “Louis, right?” Zack says.

“Yeah.” If he had to talk, he would make it clear he didn’t want to be doing so.

“I’m Zayn, and this is Harry.” Zack- or apparently Zayn- says. Wow, Louis was way off with that one. Louis' eyes are drawn up to Harry who gives a small smile and a wave.

“Cool.”

“Yeah.” Zayn says, fidgeting on the spot. It was getting awkward now. Interrupting the uncomfortable silence, Harry taps Zayn’s shoulder and signs something to him. Zayn nods. “Harry just said that he wanted me to say that he’s sorry if you said something and he didn’t answer. He’s deaf, if you didn’t catch that.”

Louis nods. “Yeah, I figured it out. Tell him s’alright, it doesn’t matter what I said anyways.” He feels a bit bad about being rude to Harry, even if he now knows that Harry doesn’t know what he said.

“He can read lips, I don’t have to, like, translate or anything.” Zayn says, getting slightly defensive. Louis could guess that he didn’t want Harry to seem helpless. “Just face him so he can see your lips.”

“Oh, that’s cool. It must have been hard, right?” Louis said, facing Harry and making sure he could see Louis’ lips. Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making Louis burst out with a sharp laugh. A grin spreads across Harry’s face.

“Well, we should probably go, H.” Zayn signs as he talks, a feat which leaves Louis impressed. Harry nods, and the two turn to leave, Zayn throwing a “Bye, Louis.” over his shoulder, and Harry waving again. Just before they walk out the door, Harry signs something to Zayn. Zayn turns, a grin on his face. “Harry says maybe he’ll see you around?”

Louis nods quickly - a bit too quickly, that’s embarrassing - smiling widely at Harry, who returns it with a shy one of his own.

“Yeah, see you around.” He says, feeling a pink flush rise to his cheeks. Louis sits in silence after Harry and Zayn, wondering what the fuck just happened, and why is he so happy all of a sudden and why is Harry so cute?

♡♡♡

Harry slaps Zayn’s shoulder. I don’t like him! He signs.

You sure? Why’d you want to see him again then? Zayn teases.

I don’t know. He just seemed cool. Harry responds, his cheeks red.

Sure he did. Look, you’re blushing! Zayn says. A light on the roof of the car flashes, catching Harry’s attention, and both boys look up to Zayn’s mum who is sitting in the front seat of the car next to Zayn. She twists around in her seat so Harry can see her hands.

Home, boys. I made cookies today, you want to get them before the girls find them. She says.

Harry has been living with the Maliks for just over three months now, having moved in when his mum found out he was gay. Let’s just say her reaction was not ideal, and Harry had been living in a refuge for two weeks when Zayn found out about his situation and insisted that Harry come and stay with his family. It wasn’t the best situation to be in, but Harry has come to love his small basement bedroom with the creaky bed and dusty corners.

The two boys jump out of the car and speed-walk (ok, so they ran. What can he say, Trish’s cookies are good) into the house, grabbing as many cookies as they can fit in their hands and heading down to Harry’s basement room, their unofficial hangout room.

So. Back to Louis, huh? Zayn signs, a mischievous grin rising to his face as he lies sprawled out on Harry’s bed..

“Ugh. Zayn, I don’t like him, and I don’t know why you think I do.” Harry says out loud from the beanbag in the corner. He can talk, and he likes doing so, but he only lets people he really trusts hear him talk because no matter how many people tell him that his voice is fine, and he sounds totally normal and not weird at all, he is still self conscious about it. “And talk out loud, Zayn. I can read your lips.”

“Fine. Why were you watching him if you didn’t think he was cute, huh?” Zayn said, turning his body so he was sitting cross-legged and facing Harry.

“I never said he wasn’t cute…” Harry says.

“I knew it! You do like him, you just won’t admit it.” Zayn crows gleefully, pumping his fist in the air.

“What about you, though? Any progress?” Harry diverts the conversation away from himself and onto Zayn, referencing his gigantic crush on Liam Payne, who just so happened to be the most popular kid in the school.

“Well I can’t exactly ask him to prom, can I? But, he did ask me for notes in Advanced Biology, so I’m taking that as a win.”

Zayn had come out as bi to Harry when he was 14, two years ago. He says it was easier coming out to Harry because he knew what to expect and because Harry had kind of always been gay, it wasn’t a big deal for him. Harry supposes that he’s lucky in that aspect, that he never really went through the whole coming out thing. With Zayn, Harry would talk about crushes on boys as normally as Zayn would talk about crushes on girls, and Zayn’s whole family had sort of just automatically known.

With his mum, it was a bit different. Every teenagers idea of a horror story had come true when Harry’s mother had walked in on Harry jerking off to two boys on his computer screen. So it wasn’t like he really had a choice in the matter.

Attention going back to Zayn, Harry guiltily waves his hands around to get Zayn's attention, a strategy that all his friends and family use to get Harry’s attention which had kind of rubbed off on him.

“Sorry, Zaynie. Could you sign while you talk?”

♡♡♡

Louis stares up at his ceiling, dark blue paint an abyss that Louis was falling into. Why does he… like Harry? He isn’t gay, is he? Grabbing his computer out from under his bed, Louis types into the search bar: ‘how do i know if im gay’.

He clicks on an article about a girl who started questioning her sexuality in highschool and is… bisexual? Huh. Bi. Sexual. Bisexual. Maybe that’s what he is? Bi. Yeah, that sounds right.

Louis is interrupted from his crisis/life-altering moment by his sister Lottie yelling at him about pizza arriving. His mum is working the night shift right now as a nurse, and that leaves Louis, the oldest at 18, in charge of his younger siblings - Lottie, Fizzie, and the twins, Phoebe and Daisy. Granted, he should probably be out there taking care of the girls, but Lottie is 11 and can handle them for ten minutes. Pulling on a hoodie (Lottie teases him all the time about how big it is on him, but it’s so soft and comfy that he can’t bring himself to care), Louis plods out of his room and to the front door of the house, grabbing some notes on his way there off the dining room table. He gets the pizza and brings it into the kitchen, setting it on the table.

Two hyper six year olds race into the room at the smell of pizza. “Lou-Lou, can I have pepperoni, pretty please with sprinkles on top?” Phoebe asks, clasping her hands around Louis’ leg with the intention of not letting go.

“Sprinkles and pizza? That’s something new.” He laughs and bends to hoist her into the air, spinning her around in a circle. “‘Course you can, bub, I got pepperoni especially for you!”

He hoists Phoebe onto his hip - she is way too big for this - and turns to the other twin. “And Miss Daisy, I’m sure you would like ham and cheese?” She nods, a gappy smile spreading across her small face.

“How’d you know?” She asks.

“Because I’m magic! Shhh, don’t tell the others, it’s a secret.” Louis held a finger to his lips and sets Phoebe down on the ground. “Now, Pheebs, I’m assigning you a special mission to go get Fizzy, and Daisy-Doo, I’m gonna need you to go hunt down Lots. Got it?”

The two little girls nod enthusiastically and run off to get their sisters.

♡♡♡

The five of them end up snuggled on the couch, stuffed full of pizza with Bambi playing on the TV. The twins are fast asleep, and Louis snaps a quick photo of them tangled up in the corner of the couch, snoring away, and sends it to his mum. She wouldn’t see it until her break, but he liked to keep her updated anyways.

Louis looks over to see Fizzy struggling to keep her eyes open, and smiles fondly at his sisters.

“Right then, I think it’s just about time for bed, what do you think?” He says, reluctantly getting up from his position on the couch. “Can you girls get yourselves to bed? Don’t stay up or you’ll regret it tomorrow.” he says to the two older girls, and Lottie and Fizzy nod before getting up for bed, murmuring their ‘night’s and ‘love you’s’.

“Now, what to do with you two monsters.” Louis says under his breath, walking over to the two girls sleeping on the couch. After many manoeuvres and complaints from sleepy children, Louis manages to get his little sisters into their shared bedroom, tucking them in with cuddles and kisses before turning on the nightlight and heading to his own room.

Flopping down on his bed, Louis puts in his headphones, How to Save a Life by The Fray coming on. He closes his eyes, letting all the stress and tension from the day melt out of his body with the soft melody. Drifting off into sleep, Louis' thoughts turn to a boy with curly hair and green eyes who can’t hear him, and as he sleeps, Louis dreams about kissing those pink lips.

♡♡♡

Harry has been deaf ever since he could remember - he was born deaf, so his family had learned sign language to communicate with him. Harry had met Zayn when he was six, and had spent so much time at the Malik’s house that his whole family had ended up learning. So, sitting at the dinner table, it was easiest for everyone to sign.

How was school then, boys? Trisha signs.

It was good, I got an A on my assignment for Spanish. Zayn replies, grinning at Harry and saying: I think Harry had a pretty good day as well, right, H?

Harry glares at Zayn. My day was good. I got an A+ on that assignment though, Zayn.

Zayn’s older sister, Doniya, laughs. Harry… Did something happen today at school?

Harry’s cheeks flush red as he takes his last bite. Thanks for dinner, Trisha! It was delicious. I can wash up. He signed. Exiting the dining room, he gathers up everyone’s empty plates.

As he scrubs plates and glasses, Harry’s thoughts drift to a certain blue eyed boy, sitting at a drum kit and looking so focused, almost as if he was in another world. Not many things made Harry wish he could hear, but he yearned to hear the music which Louis created so earnestly.

♡♡♡

The next day at school, Harry is sitting at his desk halfway through Math class copying equations off of the board, when a familiar boy walks into the room nonchalantly, a scowl on his face and his hands shoved in the pockets of his black hoodie.\

“Ah, Louis.” The teacher, a cranky old lady named Mrs Anderson, who quite frankly could use some help getting rid of those lumpy cardigans and long skirts that look like they’re made of curtains, said. “How kind of you to join us.”

Louis nods his head, and Harry can’t see his lips but he says something to Mrs Anderson which apparently doesn’t please her.

The teacher waves a finger in the air and tuts. “That simply won’t do, Louis.” She proclaims to the class. “Now, this is a prime example of what you shouldn’t do. What is your excuse, Mr Tomlinson?”

Louis turns slightly as he speaks, and gives Harry a view of his lips, which, let’s be honest, Harry thinks, are completely adorable. “...rather not say, can I stay after class?”

Kids in the back of the class have begun to snicker, and Harry feels like death glaring at them because he can see genuine panic in Louis’ eyes.

“No, Louis, tell the class why you’re so late? Surely something important must have kept you so long?” This teacher is pure evil, Harry swears.

“Fine. Do you want me to tell the whole class how my mum was working the night shift ... so fucking poor that she has to do that… drove… sisters to school… so tired… goddamn car crash… I had to help them? Is that...wanted to hear?” Louis speaks so fast and moves around so much when he talks that Harry finds it difficult to read his lips, but he gets the idea.

Mrs Anderson fish mouths for a few seconds before appearing mollified. “To your desk, please, Mr Tomlinson.”

The lesson continues, though the students all kept sneaking glances at Louis, who had collapsed at a desk which just so happened to be next to Harry. Biting his lip, Harry decides to chance it and rips a scrap of paper out of his book, writing a message on it and kicking Louis in the foot before tossing the ball of paper over discreetly.

♡♡♡

Louis sighs and rests his head in his arms on the desk, trying to ignore the gaze of the other students on his back. Ok, so his little outburst may have been slightly aggressive, and poor Mrs Anderson had been left quaking in her boots (horrifically ugly leather things, they were), and probably a little shell shocked. To be fair, though, he had had a fairly horrific morning, beginning with his mum insisting on driving the girls to school so that Louis wouldn’t be late, and ending with a trip to the hospital that Louis mum had just left, which resulted in a mild concussion to Jay, but the girls being safe and sound. All of this, however, had left him half an hour late for first period, and he’d half a mind to skip and go for a smoke in the alley with his friend Liam. He’d decided to stick with his New Year's resolution, though, which turned out to be not the best idea judging by the glares being shot his way by the teacher.

Louis frowns as he feels a sharp kick to his shin, glancing up to find Harry (who, huh, just so happens to be in the seat next to Louis, which is crazy and not like Louis did that on purpose, not at all), looking at him before ‘discreetly’ throwing a ball of paper over to Louis, who unfolds it and breaks out of his somber state to quirk the corner of his mouth up in a half-smile. On the scrunched up piece of paper a single word is written: ‘number?’.

Louis scribbles an answer before dropping a pencil on the ground and rolling it over to Harry as he bends to pick it up: ‘pretty forward, huh, Curly? :) here:’ and lower down on the page is Louis’ number. Harry tucks the paper into his bag, and Louis returns the bright smile coming his way.

“Text me,” Louis mouths. Harry nods enthusiastically, then turns his head to his hands on the desk when Louis motions towards the teacher, the same stupid grin never leaving his little froggy face.

♡♡♡

After school, Louis rushes home as fast as he can without getting pulled over for speeding. Bursting into the house, he immediately calls out: “Mum! Girls! I’m home!”

Walking into the lounge, he sees his mum surrounded by a gaggle of girls, green goo on her face and hair wrapped up in a towel.

“Hey, baby! The girls have given me the proper spa treatment today, it’s been lovely, right girls?” Jay replies.

A chorus of agreement comes from the huddle around their mother.

“That sounds… awesome.” Louis says, somewhat scared.

“Don’t be scared, Lou-bear! Come, we can paint your nails!” Daisy calls.

Louis teeters, apprehensive. “Maybe… maybe not the nails, yeah? We can do other things, though! Why don’t you give me some of that lovely smelling hand cream?”

“Lou, pleeease? We can wash it right off, promise. We need practice.” Fizzy wheedles.

“Fine. But we’re washing it straight off, ‘k?”

♡♡♡

Z, I did it! I got his number! Harry signs, dancing around his basement room.

Zayn grabs Harry and pulls him onto the bed. Slow down, H, I can’t see your hands. What did you do?

I got Louis’ number! A grin comes to Harry’s face at the thought of the number in his phone.

Zayn gapes for a second or two before punching Harry on the shoulder. How’d you pull that one off, huh?

I gave him a note in math class. Harry signs, hands moving a million miles an hour.

Well have you texted him? Zayn says.

Harry looks down at his hands sheepishly. Not yet. I don’t know what to say.

Zayn rolls his eyes goodnaturedly. Should I leave you, then? Have a deep conversation with your eternal soulmate who you’re gonna marry and grow old with? He teases.

Harry buries his face in his hands. Get out, loser.

Watching Zayn’s retreating form, Harry thinks about Louis. Again. Should he text him? What does he say?

After much procrastination, Harry comes up with a simple ‘hiii its harry’.

Almost immediately, his phone vibrates and he snatches it up to read the text.

Louis: hi harry

Louis: what u doing?

Harry: nothing much

Harry: i was hanging with zayn but i kicked him out lmao

Louis: haha u guys live together right

Harry: yeah i moved in with him a few months ago

Louis: that must be cool

Louis: living with ur best friend i mean

Harry: yeah ig

Harry: he’s awesome i love him

Harry: and his family is great and stuff

Louis: is it rude to ask why u live with them?

Harry: nah its fine

Harry: my mum kinda kicked me out when i came out to her

Harry: well. It wasnt voluntary

Harry: and anyways they took me in

Louis: oh nooo

Louis: im so sorry u went thru that

Louis: but its awesome that they were there for u

After texting back and forth, it almost began to seem as though the two of them were having a real conversation, and Harry can almost picture Louis, sitting on the edge of his bed (Louis! In his room!) in an oversized hoodie and jogger bottoms.

“So you’re… you’re gay, right?” Louis says, uncertainly.

“Yeah.” Harry says.

“When did you, like… know, I guess?”

“I’ve kinda always known, you know? Like, it’s never really been a big realisation for me because I’ve always liked guys.” Harry answers.

“Oh.” Louis seems mollified.

“But it’s not like that for everyone, yeah?” Harry rushes in, hoping he hadn’t just confused Louis further if he was trying to, like, figure stuff out. “Some people might not know until they have a crush on a guy. Like, Zayn, right? He’s bi, but he didn’t realise he was because he’d always liked girls, and when he had a crush on a guy he got really confused.” Harry pauses. “Although, don’t tell anyone that. He’s not, like, in the closet, but I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate being outed.”

Harry can picture Louis nodding, feathery hair bouncing as he thought. “Of course I won’t say anything. Yeah, I get what you mean.”

“Yeah.”

Their conversation is interrupted by Trisha coming into Harry’s room.

Dinner’s ready, H. No rush, come up when you’re ready. She signs with a smile.

Thanks, Trisha. I’ll be up soon.

Harry texts Louis reluctantly to say goodbye:

Harry: zayn's mum just came to say dinners ready so i should go

Louis: np, see u tmrw?

Harry: yh sure, byeee

♡♡♡

Louis, in fact, did not wash the (purple) nail polish off - the six of them had fallen asleep in a pile in the living room, cozy in a nest which they had spent a solid hour constructing. And it just so happened that they had woken up late, so Louis had had to rush to get himself and the girls ready, meaning that he had run out of time to wipe it off.

On another note, did it mean something that while sitting in the library where one should be doing homework, Louis is currently reading a book (a book?!). Well, close enough to a book. A sign language dictionary is sitting in front of him and he is trying to teach himself sign. It probably means nothing. Probably.

At that exact moment, a shadow falls over the book. Looking up, Louis is greeted by the face of a certain curly haired boy.

Harry waves, grinning.

“Hi Harry!” Louis says, probably too loud for a library. Butterflies erupt in his stomach (butterflies? Really? Could you be any more cliche?) and he gestures to the seat next to him. Once Harry has settled and starts getting out his work, Louis taps him on the shoulder. Lifting his head from the paper, Harry looks at Louis inquisitively. Quickly, Louis moves his hand in one of the few signs he had spent the better part of an hour memorising.

How are you? He signs, a radiant smile coming to his lips. This smile, however, is nothing compared to the positive sunshine that beams out from Harry. Quickly scribbling something on a scrap of paper, Harry shows his words to Louis.

You learned for me?

Making sure Harry could see his lips, Louis says: “Well, I’m not that good, I only know a few phrases, but I want to be able to talk to you.”

Harry writes something else.

You don’t know how much that means, Louis. Trust me.

Taking a moment, Louis thinks about it. It’s not likely that Harry would have had many people make the effort, just so they could effectively communicate.

Louis feels a bit stupid and also disruptive talking out loud in the silent library, so he writes on the paper in answer.

I do.

Smiling gently, Harry answers. How’s your mum? I got the gist of what happened in math class.

Groaning softly, Louis hides his head in his hands. God, that was humiliating.

She’s fine, a little knocked around, but the girls took care of her.

Cute. Harry writes back. Did they extend that to you? I’m assuming they did your nails.

Ugh. Louis is a fucking mess today.

Yeah, they did. He writes. That’s embarrassing, sorry.

Harry frowns. I don’t think it’s embarrassing! I do mine sometimes.

Whoops. Hoping he didn’t offend Harry, Louis quickly scribbled down something before he could stop himself.

Do you wanna get coffee with me this afternoon?

Harry smiles softly, his face lighting up. Sure! Straight after school?

#my writing #larry fic #harry styles #louis tomlinson #1d #deaf character #literally a prompt i saw in linterest lmfao #ew typos #drummer louis #ngl i lowkey hate most of it #but yk #harryedwardstyles #larrystylinson #larryisreal #louisandharry #deaf harry #zarry friendship

[heartateasee]

PROMPT: (requested by @victoria-styles) “Harry finds Y/N reading smut about him on Tumblr.”

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Warnings: Reading about oral sex (f receiving), and brief clit play

Word Count: 1.5k

Harry’s fingertips ghost down the sides of my torso, and then down my hips - stopping to run over my hip bones as he shuffles his body a little lower. I open my eyes to look down at him again, and he's looking right back up at me. The movement of his body causes the sheet to pool around his shoulders, but it completely exposes my naked body to him. My one leg is still perched perfectly around his waist, foot now planted on the small of his back. The other leg is bent, and I've pulled it over to the side, spreading myself open for him.

He leaves one of his hands on my hip while the other wraps around the knee of my leg that's draped around his waist - moving it to hang over his shoulder instead. He's made his way down to where he's perfectly lined up with my cunt, and I can see that he's just staring at it.

His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, eyes gliding up and down. Blush tints my cheeks, and I can't help but start to feel a bit self conscious.

“This is the best view I could imagine waking up to. 'M in heaven over here,” he shakes his head.

I giggle both at his words, and the swelling feeling I get in my chest when he speaks them.

"Gonna make you feel so good,” Harry mumbles before leaning down, and he finally connects his mouth with the area that has been aching for him for the past few minutes.

I sigh out, my body relaxing into the bed now that the itch is being scratched. My fingers begin to journey through his curls softly, the heel of my foot massaging against the muscles of his back.

His tongue flicks against my clit lightly, taking it slow as to not overpower me too quickly. He truly wants me to enjoy this. After a while he plants a kiss to my sensitive nub and then licks at my entrance. I know my arousal has to be dripping onto his tongue and down his chin. I flash my eyes down to catch sight of him, and I hum at the sight. His eyes are focused on me and he peeks up for a moment. I was right. I can see myself shimmering on his skin.

"So sweet. I don't think I'll ever get enough. Could stay down here for hours pleasuring you. 'M fucking addicted."

Harry's lips reconnect to my clit and he closes them down around it tighter, beginning to suck on it. I cry out in pleasure, giving his curls a tug, fighting to keep myself against the bed so our touch doesn't separate. One of his hands is now pressing against my lower stomach-

“Do you think this shirt goes with these trousers?” Harry asked as he entered the living room, and you quickly clicked the lock button on your phone to black out the screen.

You sat up straighter against the couch, acting more than interested in the articles of clothing he was holding up on the hangers before he paused - lowering the items by his sides.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? You look a little flushed,” he commented, eyebrows knitting together with concern as he draped the clothes over the armchair in the corner.

Swallowing harshly, you forced a gentle smile onto your lips - hoping it would read like the ones you usually give him. “Yeah, I’m just fine. I was under a few blankets before, and I got warm. I had just tugged them off me before you came down.”

Harry eyed you closely, and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. You could see that he now had his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he stepped closer to you. He made his way around the coffee table before taking a seat on top of it with his head tilted to the side.

“I think you’re lying to me.”

Your lips parted at his words, and your hands tightened around the cushion of the couch that was underneath you. “I’m not. Why would I lie to you, H?”

Dismissing the question, Harry drags his teeth over his bottom lip. “If you want something from me, love, you’ll need to ask me now. I’ve got to be at the studio in an hour.”

The ability to form any type of sentence seemed to escape you as you watched his moss-colored eyes flitting between the two of yours.

“Were you watching something on your phone?”

He was pushing now. He saw right through you, and to be honest, you knew that he would. He knew your tells of being turned on more than anyone.

“No,” you responded softly, and you watched as the corner of Harry’s lips twitched up into a slightly smirk.

Humming softly, he reached out and placed his large hands right above your knees - giving the area a small squeeze. “No videos then,” he continued as his hands began to slowly creep up to your thighs. “So, you were reading something, hm?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you nodded at him as you held his eyes. “Yes.”

He always liked when you got like this. A little shy, and reserved. Regardless of the fact you had been with him almost four years now, anything of a sexual nature still caused you to get worked up, and embarrassed.

“That’s alright, baby,” Harry told you as he leaned forward a bit, running the tip of his nose along your jawline. “Can you tell me what you were reading? I wanna know what’s got my girl squirming on the couch.”

How the fuck were you supposed to tell him you had stumbled across a story that included him, and you had gotten sucked into reading smut?

“Just something s-sexy,” you gasped as Harry’s mouth sucked at the junction of your jaw and neck - all while slipping one of his hands up into the leg of your loose cotton lounge shorts.

“Just something sexy?” Now he was mimicking you while pulling your dampened panties to the side.

An inhale of breath left him as he felt just how soaked you were against the tips of his fingers, and his eyes began to explore your face.

“What the hell has gotten you this wet, sweetheart? Thought you only got like this for me. Hurting my feelings a little bit.”

“No,” you whimpered, not being able to fathom the thought of making him upset. “It…it’s just…”

“Use your words,” Harry’s voice lowered a bit as his teeth grazed your earlobe. “Tell me what you were reading.”

You could almost feel tears rushing to your waterline with how frustrated you were getting, not with Harry, but with yourself.

“It was…” you whined, trailing off as Harry began to kiss down your neck while applying pressure to your throbbing clit. “It was about you.”

Harry’s movements ceased, and a few moments passed before he was lifting his head up to look at you properly. “About me? What about me?”

“It was like…a story,” your face grew even warmer as you continued to speak. “Fanfiction is what they call it, I think?”

You watched as Harry’s face morphed into one of realization, and a large laugh bellowed from his chest. “You were reading about having sex with me, baby?”

As much as you knew he was just joking with you, the embarrassment that had started to dwindle rushed back tenfold, and you gently shoved him away from you.

“You don’t have to make fun of me,” your bottom lip trembled as you curled into yourself on the couch - trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Oh, hey,” Harry cooed, his laughter immediately dying out when he saw how upset you looked. “It’s okay, Y/N. I was just messing. I just didn’t know that was something you were into. That’s all.”

“I’m not…into it,” you shrugged, shaking your head. “I just found it, and it intrigued me. Before I knew it, you were eating some girl out in bed.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised at this, and his arms made their home around your waist - pulling you into him. “And is that something you’d like for me to do for you before I go?”

When you looked into his eyes, you saw nothing but love, and the eagerness to fulfill your needs. You bit down on your bottom lip as you nodded. “Yes, please.”

Smiling, Harry pressed a tender kiss to your lips. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” He stood up from the coffee table, pulling you up with him. “Go upstairs and get undressed, baby. Lay down on the bed for me, and I’ll be in there as soon as I figure out what I’m wearing to the studio, okay?”

Your heart skipped a few beats, and you giggled when you realized the little fantasy you had been reading was about to become your reality. Hell, it was always your reality because you actually had him.

With a swat to your ass, you made your way up the stairs and into your bedroom, ridding your body of your clothes as you went.

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[hazgoldenstyles]

Yall whats that fic where y/n walks in on harry and his friend or assistant thats a girl and he’s in the middle of taking his shirt off. But in reality it really wasn’t anything bad so she jumps to conclusions and falls into subspace and burns her hand? SOMEONE HELPPP!!!

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[sytules]

Harry Styles fotografiado para Rolling Stone 💗 • • • • • • • • • #harrystyles #harrystylesedward #harry #harrystylesupdates #harrystylesedits #harrystylesedit #harries #styles #onedirection #1direction #harryedwardstyles #princeharry #extraordinharry #harryedwardstylescox #larry #larryisreal #rollingstones #rollingstonemagazine #harrystylespics #harrystylesalbum #hs #hs3 #lot #loveontour #harrystylesliveontour #harrystyles1d #harrystylescute #harrystylesfan #harrystylesart #harrystyleshot https://www.instagram.com/p/Cho1hTIOt-I/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[croswet28]

Happy birthday Harry ✨😭

Thank you for existing, I love you too much 😭

#harrystyles #harryedwardstyles #happy birthday #harries

[harrysxcarolina]

The Interview - Experience the first look of Y/n making her recently private relationship with the one and only Harry Styles public on the The late late Show with James Corden.

Warnings: None. Simply just fluff.

“Alright. Alright calm down everyone. I know we are all excited to be here tonight. I know it’s pretty exciting isn’t?” James speaks as he smirks a big smile and looks out at the crowd. Everyone continues to scream and clap as we sit there and take a moment to take it in.

“So tonight we have a special guest, clearly you already know who it is. So please give a warm welcome to Miss. Y/n L/n.” James states as he stands and gives a warm round of applause. The crowd is quick to join him. Smiling I continue to wave and mouth a few thank you before the crowd slowly dies down. “It’s such a pleasure to be here tonight. Thank you for having me James.” I say as cross my legs and fold my hands together in my lap to hopefully to stop myself from fidgeting. Harry made sure to remind me its a habit that I was sure to pick up from him, but yet he always tries to deny it. Smirking to myself I push the thought back of few moments we had before I came on stage.

“Ah like you had anywhere else to be other than on the The Late Late Show here with me.” James jokes as the crowd laughs in the background.

“I mean you didn’t really give me a choice now did you James,” I smirk as I give quick glance over my shoulder at the crowd and wink. They once again react just the way I want them to. “It’s hard to say no when you continuously show up at my house and beg me to come on your show.” I say as I lean back onto the couch crossing my legs, placing my hands on my lap, and look back over at James. He is already smirking back at me.

“Well what can I say. I know what I want and I’m not afraid to get it.” He responses as he leans onto his elbows that are now placed on his desk keeping his smirk. A soft chuckle leaves my lips as I shake my head fighting the urge to fidget with my hands.

“Where to start? So many good topics we are gonna discuss tonight. I am purely excited. I think that we are about to spill a lot of juicy details that everyone, including myself have been waiting a long time to hear.” James states as looks out at the crowd and awaits their response. A small smile makes it’s way onto my face as the thought of him playing it off that he didn’t have a small part in what has happened over the last few years. The fact that he is one of Harry’s closest friends and has become one of my dearest friends over the years, and the crowd absolutely has no idea about any of it. This is truly going to be surprise to them. I become giddy and can’t wait for it all to begin.

“Whose ready to just dive right in?!” James shouts as he stands up with his hands above his head encouraging the crowd to get loud. Letting the crowd get hyped up before he sits back down and looks back over at me. The both of us not at all trying to hide our smirks. I quickly take a deep breath as I scan back over across the crowd taking in as many faces as I can. My cheeks flush as the reality of what we are about to do takes over my thoughts.

“Y/n we all know about you’re upcoming movie, Revenge, that started off as a fan fiction and now has made it’s way onto the big screen; but tell us how it all started? How did you get here from coming from a small town to now being one of the top names in not only the movie industry but also a New York Best Seller author.” James asks. Allowing myself one more deep breath as I sweep the fallen piece of hair out from my view. Glancing around I smile and wave at a couple fans before looking back at James. “Where do I even begin,” I say with a chuckle shrugging my shoulders as the crowd gets excited once more patiently waiting to see what James has up his sleeve for tonight’s show.

Clapping his hands together James leans back in his chair and crosses his leg, “How about the beginning?” He asks so causally.

“Well you have to remember that I’m literally from a small town in Ohio. I like to describe it as ‘living in the cornfields,’ and it’s exactly that.” I joke the crowd soon joins me in laughter. “I never in a million years ever imagined that I would be doing what I am doing, or even the simple fact that I would be where I am today. I never thought it would be reachable, at least for someone like me. This lifestyle, or career path, was always something I was told would be impossible. Someone like me doesn’t get ‘popular’ on the internet. Especially not where I come from, so when I decided to start posting vlogs of my daily life I never imagined that people would actually want to watch them.” I laugh as I uncross my legs and reposition myself.

“So when you were just a junior in high school you made the decision to start sharing your life with the internet?” James asks. Nodding my head I drum my fingers on the arm rest of the chair I was sitting in. “Yeah. I kinda figured that I loved to watch those types of videos online, and I remember that I always wanted to be one of those girls where they got to meet all their internet friends. I wanted that life where I got to travel the world, meet all my internet friends and make those cute meeting videos, all the while sharing my day dreams with everyone else.” I say with a shrug. “It was hard for me growing up because I never really connected with a lot of people in my every day life. I always found myself connecting with people who lived miles upon miles away from me. It was quite sad honestly. There was this saying, ‘your internet friends are more your friend then your in real life friends’ and back then I related to that so much.”

“What did your family think when you started to share your personal life online?” James asks as he sits back and takes a quick glance at the audience.

“Ah they absolutely hated it. Especially when things start to really take off. It all happened so quickly. It was like I went to sleep one night and woke up that next morning and then bam! I wasn’t just the small town girl with no friends, now I was the girl who blew up on YouTube, and the girl who had fan fiction that everyone couldn’t get enough of.” Laughing and rolling my eyes at myself for the fact at how cliche I sound. “With all that negative and constant drag of your family not supporting you why did you keep doing it? How did you keep doing it?” James asks.

“Well that’s where my internet friends came in. I had quite a few back then. They gave me all the support and encouragement I needed. My one friend was the one who mainly encouraged me to do YouTube. I told her all my dreams of wanting to travel and show people my journey and she really encouraged that I step out of my comfort zone. The same goes with my writing. I was constantly worried that people wouldn’t like my writing, and that they wouldn’t think my ideas where good, but I had the support of my friends and they all were there when I needed them the most.” I answer with a nod of my head. Glancing over at James I see that he copies my actions as he quickly looks out at the crowd before bringing his attention back to me.

“I think that it speaks volumes when you can relate more to a person who you’ve never met before that lives thousands of miles away then you do with people who’ve spent your whole live with. I’m beyond grateful for the people I have, and for those who’ve taught me lessons. They all played a part in how I got where I am today.” I say as the memories of the last couple years replay in my mind.

“So you got well known at a young age. You grew up in the spot light, and you’ve loved and lost. That goes towards not just friendships but also relationships. Tell us about that?” James asks as the smirk on his face grows bigger as he looks over at the audience. He knows exactly what he is doing. I smirk while shaking my head. “Well as most of you know I was in a pretty serious relationship when I was first welcoming all the fame and attention.” I say before I go silent, waiting to see the crowds reaction. “Ah yes you and mister- Shawn Mendes,” James states with a smirk as the crowd erupts in screams and laughter.

Laughing and nodding my head in I agreement, “Yeah lil ol Shawn Peter.” I say with a chuckle. A flash back of memories comes flooding back as I recall the fact I used to only refer to his by his first and middle name. (The one of two he had.) “So me and Shawn actually have a funny story of how we met. Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe that it actually happened because it seems so surreal.” I state as I pick up the coffee mug full of water and take a quick sip.

“Women we are waiting here! Tell us!” James shouts with a laugh.

“Patience James I am getting there. I promise you that you will have all the juicy details of my private life in just a few moments.” I state with a raise of my eyebrows which causes him to hold his hands up in a playful defense. Getting myself comfortable on the couch I take my sweet time knowing that the crowd and James are waiting oh so impatiently. (Smirking I love a good tease.)

“Okay where was I? Ah, yes right me and Shawn Peter. So I know that there has to be a few of you out there that know of a group of boys that would post a bunch of random funny videos on YouTube right?” Pausing I look between James and the crowd some of the girls start to scream knowing instantly what I was talking about. A smile worked it’s way on my face. “Well roughly right around the time that I was getting known on YouTube so was Shawn in a group called Magcon,” the audience goes wild at the mention of the now broken up group.

“Back then they would do these conventions and they would all travel around together and puts on shows, and meet their fans. Well it just so happened that the boys of Magcon and I all got invited to the same convention. I guess the way that they placed us was by age groups. So I happened to be on the same floor as Shawn, Nash, Cameron, and Matt.” Stopping as a laugh leaves my lips at the memories of the wild adventures we all went on after that. “Well one thing lead to another and Shawn and I ended up really hitting it off. He became another one of my internet friends. We decided to keep in contact as he continued to travel with the group and I went back home and continued on with my life.” The crowd awed. James mocked them, “yeah, yeah it’s all very sad that the star cross soon to be lovers had to be a part, but I feel like it’s gonna get way better.” He states as he shush’s them encouraging me to continue.

“We stayed in contact for a few months after that. We went from texting everyday all day to calling every chance we could. Eventually even that wasn’t enough so then we started to FaceTime. I literally went out and bought my first iPhone just so I could Facetime his Canadian ass.” I say jokingly as I join the crowd in with laughing at the memory. “It got to the point where we clearly were feeling things stronger than just a platonic friendship. Around that time that when Shawn’s music career started to take off. He was about to start his first headlines tour for the North American leg, and I made the decision to surprise him. I bought a ticket to his show that was in Cleveland. I made my dad go with me and we went up and surprised him. That was when he asked me to be his girlfriend.” The crowd awed before quickly egging me on.

“Obviously the bigger his music got the more successful he got. As his career was growing so was mine. I started to get a lot of traction on my writing for a while we were the perfect duo. We encouraged each other to be better and to always do better. It was really great. I will forever cherish the friendship that me and him have created. He will always have a special place in my heart. If it wasn’t for him I don’t think that I would be where I am today.” I say with a smile as I look down at my lap and fidget with the ring that weighs heavy on my middle finger. (Taking a deep breath I welcome the grateful feeling that consumes me as Harry once again invades my thoughts.) I see James look at me with a knowing smirk as he glances at my face first and then down at my hands as he watches me toy with the metal ring. “I love the fact that even after the break up you two still were able to remain I good friends. You also got super close with his sister and family right?” James asks. Nodding was my only answer as I kept fidgeting with the ring on my finger. “Yeah they are all great. We all still keep in contact and try and plan meet ups when ever any one of us is in town.” I answer.

“He was the one who also introduced you to the person you are with now correct?” James asks with a secret smirk on his face. The crowd goes wild at the fact that I have been publicly single for an extended amount of time. No one knowing I had been in a relationship. Me and James just stare at each other with smirks growing on our faces. The ones where you knew he was gonna bring it up as soon as we both gave the okay. James is that friend that as soon as he knows a secret he wants to tell the world because he’s so excited. He has definitely been waiting for this moment for years.

Taking a deep breath to try and hide the smile on my face. Licking my lips before answering a soft chuckle leaves my lips. “He was one of them yes.” I answer. James shoots his eye brows up in shock. “One of them? What do you mean? I don’t know this part of the story.” He states the crowd starts to question him. Finally catching on that this was all planned and that he knew a lot of the information before. James had genuine look of curiosity on his face as he realizes that me and Harry have kept some of the information just for ourselves. Cheesing it I lift the coffee mug back up to my lips to help stop my laugh. “Look you know a lot of things, and sometimes it’s good to keep things to yourself James. Don’t be butt hurt.” I state as I take a quick drink of water.

“Y/n don’t drag this out. Tell us the information we are all dying to know.” James states cutting straight to the chase. “You see back then around the time that me and Shawn Peter were getting ‘bigger’ I was no longer in high school. My career choice allowed me to be able to travel and still be able to work. I found myself a lot of the time traveling with Shawn and during that it was only a matter of time before I was getting introduced to a lot of different celebrities from a lot of different parts of the industry.” I say as I sat the coffee mug back down on the coffee table.

“We were at this party one night, and we were celebrating Shawn finishing his second album. A lot of his friends were there and as we were making the rounds he introduced me to this super nice lad, named Niall Horan. You guys might know him?” I question with a smirk. “You know he was in that boy band. God what was their name again?” I joke as I rub my forehead for dramatic effect. James eyes look like they are bugging out of his head as he stares at me in disbelief. The fact he didn’t know that Niall was actually the one that introduced me to Harry has me silently wheezing.

“One direction!” I shout finally trying to hold my laugh in.

“You never told me that that’s when you met Niall!” James says as he stands in disbelief. Chuckling I usher him to sit back down. “Yeah well James you don’t know a lot of things.” I joke. “Well for anyone who doesn’t know Shawn and Niall are actually really close and really good friends, so it was only natural that since I was traveling with Shawn and a part of his life that we would hang out with the same people. Him and Niall got closer and so we all started to hang out as a group. First it just started off as Shawn, Niall, and I. Then after a while Niall started to bring around the other members. We all just really hit it off.” I say with a shrug.

“Well eventually life caught up to us, and Shawn and I found ourselves facing some personal problems.“ The crowd awed. “So you and Shawn fell out of love?” James asks. Concern is laced in his voice.

“I think that we were together from a very young age. I was 19 and he was 17. We had been together for a few years at this point, and we both just sat down and realized that we had grown up. What we once wanted out of life no longer matched what each other wanted. I like to think that we didn’t end badly. People come and go out of your lives for many different reasons, and when people ask me do I regret being with Shawn I just simply shake my head, and say to them ‘it’s unfortunate but sometimes people out grow people. People fall out of love while still holding love for someone. Being in love and loving someone are two completely different things.’”

“Shawn Peter was my first real love. We went through a lot together, so it obviously was very painful for the both of us once we decided to end things. We found things to help distract ourselves from the pain we were feeling. He obviously went onto making another wonderful album and I went on to continuing my writing career.”

“Wait I am confused what did Niall do exactly to introduce you to who you are with now?” James asks.

“Well after me and Shawn had broken up. I had kinda went into hiding mode. I kept to myself and didn’t really do much of what I usually did. A lot of my friends began to see me get distant, and it was worrisome for them. One of those people happened to be Harry.” I stated.

The audience goes wild at the mention of Harry I smile to myself as my fingers absentmindedly go back to playing with the ring sat on my finger. “Wait when you state Harry, do you mean who I think you mean?” James questions his eyebrows raise in suspension trying to play the part that he didn’t know anything. Smirking with a nod of my head.

“It started off as causal. Just the few occasional text messages, a few phone calls you know the deal. It was probably a couple months after the breakup that I started to really feel like myself again. I started to miss my friends, and I told myself that I wanted to get better and be better even if that meant that I had to do it alone. I started to work on myself one day at a time.”

“I don’t really remember how we went from causal friends messaging every couple weeks to talking every single day, but it happened and before I knew it I was getting invited to go to gathering he was hosting one night after they announce the tour of their fourth tour.” I stated with a chuckle tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“We sat on his couch and just talked for hours about anything and everything. That’s when he told me that he had always had a crush on me,” I say with a chuckle. “At first I thought he was joking. We were in a room full of drunk people and he was kinda tipsy, so I just told myself that it was the drinks talking ya know?”

“Well I guess that it wasn’t just the drinks that was talking now was it Y/n?” James asks with a smirk. Smiling over at him and then at the crowd I shake my head no. “When exactly was this? What was the timeline?” He asks as he sits back and crosses his arms.

“Uhh lets see we first met when the band was still together. I think they were just starting to write and record their album, Four when I met Niall and the boys for the very first time. It wasn’t until right around the time they were working on the album, Made in the A.M. that we started to hang out in groups and stuff. I remember that right before the album dropped he asked me to meet him for dinner because he had something to show me. When I showed up he had his living room set up all cute and cozy and we sat on the floor while eating take out and he played me the entire album. When it was all done he asked me to be his girlfriend.” I say with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders. A slight blush appearing on my cheeks as I play with the ring heavy on my finger.

“Okay, I can’t be the only one thinking this but did he write any songs about you or for you on that album? I know at that time all the boys were each writing and working on different songs for the album, and clearly you must have had some type of inspiration to him seen as he showed you the album before it dropped.” James asks as he gets giddy and claps his hands. Looking over my shoulder at the red curtain on the far side of the stage I bite my lip to try and hide my smile. Silently asking if it was okay if I make it known to the entire world how he opened up his heart that night. The studio of people seemed to have followed my gaze and erupted in screams realizing that Harry must have been behind the curtain for mural support. Looking back over at James I make the decision. “All I can say was that that night was and is very special to the both of us.” I say as I feel my cheeks get pink.

“Ahh c’mon you can’t give us a little hint?” James begs as the audience gets loud too. I stand my ground and shake my head as I sit there with a big smile on my face.

“Well at least we got the inside scoop of what everyone has been dying to know. Thank you for coming on the show tonight, it is always a pleasure, and please don’t be a stranger around here!” James states as he stands and claps causing the entire crowd to follow his lead. Standing up and quickly leaning over to give James a quick hug I say my good byes and thank you as I make by way off the stage and back into the safety that had been patiently waiting for me behind the curtain.

End Scene.

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Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Four: Breakout (on Wattpad) *Ellie's POV*

We pulled up to the curb in front of the police station. 

"I'll call you when I need a lift back to the flat," I said, getting out of the car."Just go," Jason said. He's so moody."Bye!" I say singsongingly as I shut my door and jogged toward the entrance. 

I heard the sound of burning rubber behind me, show off.

I flung open the front door and saw an officer sitting at the front desk. "Hi, is there a man by the name of Harry here?""Yeah... Just got here 'bout 30 minutes ago. Are you a sibling or what?" What was I exactly?

"A close friend." I lied. This wasn't the first time I'd fibbed to a police officer, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Come with me." He led me down a hallway to a room with a sign above the door that read, "Holding Cell." That sounds pleasant.

He unlocked the door, and I scanned the room for Harry. Ugh. It smells so gross in here, like a mixture of rotten milk and BO.

I spotted him curled up on a bench towards the corner of the room. His beauty shone like a lighthouse across this disgusting shithole of a room.

I glanced down at his giant hands. All I could do was think about the feeling of his hands on my body and how I wanted them to touch me again.

The officer opened the door and told me I had five minutes, so I quickly scurried across the room, being careful not to touch anything... or anyone for that matter.

I sat next to him on the bench and stared at him for a couple of seconds. He was so ruggedly handsome and so so so tall.

I wanted to climb his chiseled body like a wild monkey climbing a tree in the Amazon rainforest.

I tapped his shoulder, "Harry..." He didn't move. My stomach flipped at the thought of him being dead. I shook him, "Harrrryyyy. Come on now."His eyes blinked open, and he jumped backward, almost falling off the bench. "What the- wait, why are you here? You shouldn't have followed me here."

"Harry... listen. I need to fess up for stealing that dress... I can't keep letting you take the blame."He looked at me coldly, "I don't even know what your name is or your story or anything." He was clearly flustered and still had that deep, groggy morning voice. 

God, he was attractive.

"I'm Ellie, and that's all you need to know. Now, c'mon, let's get you out of here." He took my hand, which kinda surprised me.

"Well, Ellie. I think you might be a little bit of an idiot because getting caught stealing a dress is a crime, and somebody's gotta do the time."

"I woulda bloody gotten away with it if you didn't start chasing after me!" I shouted with fury. This apparently stirred up some commotion because all the prisoners looked over at us."All this is over some stupid dress; you should really learn some manners, young lady," he said as I gave him the stink eye.

I wanted to be mad at him but every time he looks at me with those eyes I get butterflies, and I have the sudden urge to smile.

"Ohh, right, because you are just Mr. Perfect... it's not like you have a squeaky clean track record either." 

He looked up at me with guilty eyes, "What the hell are you talking about? You don't even know me."

I heard the door creak open, and the guard stepped in. "Ok, you two. Your five minutes is up."I started to stand up and walk to the door, but then Harry grabbed my wrist.

"Wait, don't leave me. Not yet."

AN: Do you like Ellie as a person? How about Harry? More to come soon, so be sure and follow me for more updates.

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