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harrysrealgf · 1 year

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Habit

bestfriendsdad!harry x reader

summary: you and your best friend, Lorelai (or Lora for short), make plans to hang out. you guys end up going to Lora's house, and her dad is sexy.

warnings: age gap, harry is a young dad (like gave had Lora at 15) y/n is 22, harry is 33. anywho. oral (both receiving) theres no actual smut in this bc i suck at writing it.. so just imagine. Lora is in her last year of HS

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Lora looked up to you like a mom when they were in school. Lora had just become a freshman, while you were in your last year of high school. You helped Lora through everything in high school even if you weren't there anymore.

Shed always tell you about her problems, and you always listened. You've always wanted to be there for someone like your big sister was to you.

“So your house?” you spoke as you and Lora were on the phone.

“Yeah, my house is fine. I think your my dads favorite friend of mine. He’s been asking when youre coming back over, like a weirdo.” She giggles and you hear an accusation ‘Hey!’ in the background.

“I'm just kidding!” she laughs. “I'll see you soon though, do you need a ride? My dad can give you one.” You nodded as if she could see you.

“Um yeah that'd be nice if it's not too much trouble. My car broke down so,”

“Okay I'll see you soon, and I'll give you my dad's number so he can text you when he's there.” you nodded again.

“Okay, love you bye, bye.” you smile.

“Love you,” she says as she hung up.

Right after the call, you got loras text and immediately texted it.

Y/n: hi loras dad. its y/n.

H: Call me Harry.

Y/n: ok harry :)

H: Could you send your address?

Y/n: oh yeah ofc! sorry lmfao

Y/n: *address*

H: No it’s okay.

some time after

H: Here.

You got your bag and headed to the rich-ass-looking car, assuming it was Harry's and not a strangers. You got in the front. You hated sitting in the back with cabs because you didn't want the drivers to feel lonely.

“Oh, y’sitting in the front?” he says with a slight smile.

“Sorry, it's a habit... I can sit in the back if you want?” you say shyly.

“No. Stay up here, this isn't a cab after all,” he smirked and motioned seatbelt and you put yours on. And he started driving.

“Even in cabs, I sit in the front. I just don't want them to be lonely,” you admit and he looks over to you and smiles.

“How sweet are yeh?” he inquiries teasingly.

“Thank you.” you blush.

The car ride was quiet after that. Painfully quiet. But finally, he turned on the radio.

“Sorry, it got t’quiet.” he admits.

“Yeah, I know.” you giggled.

“Y’laugh is pretty.” he smiles and looks at you.

“Thank you.” you blush again. “Sorry, you had to come all the way out here to get me... I know I live kind of far.”

“It's not a problem. Y’don't live t’far.” he grins. He finally makes a big move and puts his hand on your thigh. “I appreciate the company y’give Lora,” he said with his eyes straight on the road. You didn't have much to say. Or maybe you just couldn't say anything because you were so flustered.

His hand started to go up a little more and then he pulled up to the house.

“Well, here we are,” he smirks parting your thigh and lifting it up. He stops the car and opens his door to get out and politely runs to the other side to open your door. You mumble a ‘thank you’ as you guys walk up to the luxurious house door. He searches for the right key and heads inside. You follow him in.

“Lora! Y’friend is here.” he yells as lora comes running from her room.

“Y/n!!” she smiles and gives you a big hug.

“Lora! I missed you so much.”

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Some time passed and it was 12AM. You had gotten thirstier than a bitch and Lora was sleeping, so you went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

“Whatcha doin’?” You jumped.

“Fuck! Sorry!” you immediately apologized for cussing. “I’m getting water… sorry you scared me.” she blushed as she finally grabbed a water. Harry smirked.

“Whatcha doin’ up this late?” he asks.

“I just can’t sleep.” you open the water and take a drink.

“I think… I could help you…” he grins. You knew exactly what his plans were but you still wanted to act clueless.

“Like what?” you teased

“I could think of a few ways.” He smirked as he got closer to you and kissed you.

"Mhm... Just don't let Lora hear..." You said in between kisses.

"She did tell me she saw you like a ‘mom’… maybe stepmom?” he teases.

“Don’t say that Harry.” you smirk

Harry has found you attractive since you first came over last year. You came over maybe once a month.

“Y’know I’ve always found y’gorgeous. M’sorry its taken me this long t’make a move.”

“Its okay…” She hums.

“Can i eat you out?” He asks boldly. You nod in return.

“Get upstairs now. Lay on my bed. I know you know where my room is.” You nodded and went.

You’d been up there for what felt like an hour but was really 5 minutes.

“Good girl.” He praises. He laid on the bed and slowly took off your shorts and your panties.

“Prettiest pussy.” He smirks. “M’gonna destroy it one day.” He bites his lip.

He slowly enters a finger into your slit. He waits until you squirm to remove it.

“Fuck Harry.” you moaned. “Please faster.” He removed his fingers and you became annoyed. He put his mouth on your clit and sucked it for a little and then went to your slit and licked

He’d been doing that for a while. “I’m gonna cum. Please.” you moaned as you came on his tongue.

He swallowed your cum and moaned.

“Mm. Sweetest pussy too.” He licked his lips and laid beside her.

“Can i return the favor?” You ask innocently.

“Y’dont have to honey.”

“I want to.” You said as you put your panties and shorts back on and crawled on him.

“Fuck baby, Y’dont know what y’do to me.” He moaned as you rubbed his cock in his sweatpants.

You pulled his pants down and stroked his cock a couple times before putting your mouth on him.

“Oooh…” He moaned quietly.

You went all the way down his cock and back up after you gagged a bit. And then your phone went off.

You checked it just in case and it was Lora.

L: Hey i just woke up where’d you go?

“Um.. Harry… i need help.” you showed him.

“Just say y’went to the bathroom!” he freaks out pulling his pants back up.

Y/n: bathroom

“I should probably get back.” She smiles innocently.

“We should do this again sometime… But i dont like being cockblocked.” He chuckles.

“Im sorry. Ill make it up to you.” You smile as you leave the room.

You walk back into Loras room.

“There you are!” She smiled.

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marcelswatermelonberries · 2 years

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How do we feel about a possible toxic!harry? Like some angst??? I have this idea and I’m pretty psyched about it. Like, jealous!harry? Possessive!harry?

YES

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harryssattelitestomper · 5 months

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I love Harry Styles

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beautifuldreamlandwonderland · 1 year

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

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

Warnings: None

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

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

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𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝

𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢, "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝"

𝙸, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙

𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗

𝙸, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍-𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎

~Present Time~

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

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

But yet, there you were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, this day wasn’t so cheery.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Present time...10 years later~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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coolcat28 · 10 months

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it’s really hard to explain to people that Harry styles is my son, my wife, my gf, my bf, my baby, my daughter, my dad and my mom but he just is

#literally my son #but he’s also so wifey #and perfect #and he’s also my mom #i love harry styles #harry styles

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augustfaultline · 2 years

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👑🌻🌻🌻

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watermollysugar · 10 months

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Witnessed Wembley n4 in Johnny’s place on Saturday and let me tell you I am a CHANGED WOMAN , like ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😭

#harry styles #slayyyyy #i love harry styles #one direction

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finestyles28 · 1 year

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Flawlessness 💚

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starkeylover · 1 year

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i hope when a man hears harry styles or taylor swift they think of me

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seahorsie11 · 5 months

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moustachrry 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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harrysrealgf · 8 months

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NAIVE

You and harry broke up and a part of you can help but want him to show up at your door and apologize.

Fratrry¡reader

This is the good ending to this short thing, im gonna make a bad one bc I like this concept

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“Well if you don’t like it, then maybe we should just break up!” Harry yelled. This was an argument, the biggest argument you guys have ever had. All over how you didn’t want him to flirt with so many girls.

You paused for a second. You couldn’t believe what he said to you. “Maybe we should.” You finally said. You didn’t want to obviously. You love him, but maybe it’s for the best.

He was shocked you agreed.

“Great. Then we’re broken up.” He loved you, of course he did! He was just a flirty guy, and if you weren’t okay with that then maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

Harry is a naive boy. He refuses to change or apologize about anything.

“I guess so.” You walked to the door, putting your shoes on.

“Where are you going?” He watched you.

“What? You broke up with me Harry. Do you just expect me to sit here in your house?” You asked. You were being sarcastic, but also serious.

“Well no, but..”

“No. I need to my house. I cannot do this right now.” You held tears in.

You didn’t even let him talk and you walked out. It was dark and rainy. You hated driving in the rain, but it was comforting.

When you got home you just ran to your room and cried. 3 years with Harry obviously meant nothing to him. He broke up with you so quick. He’s always been ignorant, but the one time you speak up about something that bothers you in the relationship, this happens.

He will never change, nor apologize to you. And you just need to accept that now.

You threw your headphones on and listened to music, that’s how you cope.

The past week has been a mess. You were late to work 3 times this week. You stayed up all night reading old texts where he was such a sweetheart.

But now it’s no contact.

You hoped he was come to your front door with flowers, and a real apology. Not just a lousy ‘I’m sorry.’

None of this was your fault and you knew it.

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It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup.

It was another rainy day, 7PM. And your doorbell rang. You threw your hair up and went to answer the door, and you were surprised to see who it was.

Harry.

“Hi..” he gave you that look. That stupid look. The look he gave you when he was wrong and he knew it.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked down and picked at the skin at the side of his nails.

“That’s it?” You ask as he was silent for a little after that.

“No. I’m sorry y/n. I’m bad at apologies. I know I am, I don’t do it a lot but fuck, I can’t live without you. You’re the love of my life and I.. fuck I don’t know how to say it.” He paused. “These last two weeks have been absolute hell. Everything I see reminds me of you and well.. us. I know I fucked up, I know I’m too flirty sometimes and I try and stop but I just get carried away..”

“Your not obligated to say anything to any other girl Harry. And you were right. If I don’t like it then we should break up. And we did. You completely left me behind the one time I speak up about something. I don’t know what else you want from me.” You bit your lip.

“I want you! It’s not what I wanted to leave you behind. Fuck I… I didn’t even want to break up with you in the first place.” He admitted.

“…then why did you?” You spoke quietly.

“I was just scared! Your the only girl I’ve ever really loved and… every move I make it’s just another mistake. I should’ve never said anything to that girl and I know how you feel and I don’t know what is wrong with me. Your my girl and I want to keep it that way. I love you y/n.” He spit it all out like he couldn’t stop talking. “I love you and I wont let anything in this world keep us apart anymore. But I’m losing myself and I don’t want to lose you too. If there was something I could do to take back what I said.. I would do it in a heartbeat.” He took a deep breath.

“I can’t control myself without you. I can feel your touch even when your far away from me.”

Your mind was hazy. You couldn’t think correctly.

“Please say something.” He was teary eyed at this point. “I’m so dumb I should’ve told you all of this before you even left my house.”

“Come inside, your getting soaked.” You finally spoke.

He smiled warmly and walked inside.

“I brought something too…” he pulled a rello and a baggie of weed.

“You know me too well.” You sniffled, smiled softly and whispered a quiet ‘come here’ and walked to your porch

You sat on your rolling area and he sat beside you. He handed you the bag and rello and you started rolling.

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You guys were laughing up a storm after smoking. High out of your minds, your thoughts started to come out.

“I didn’t want to break up either by the way.” You say taking a bit of the second blunt in your fingers.

“I figured.” You gave him a look.

“What does that mean?” You giggled.

“Cmon y/n. I know you. If you wanted to break up you woulda done it a while ago.” You shrugged while passing him the blunt.

“Your not wrong.” You took a drink of your water, “even when we were strictly only friends, everyone but you saw how in love I was with you.” This was all knew to him.

“How long have you liked me?”

“Maybe since like.. senior year of high school.” His mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?” You nodded.

“Well I’ve liked you since like… freshman year.”

“Of college?” He shook his head.

“High school.” You mouth flew open and your eyes were wide open.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugged.

“We had such a good friendship. I didn’t want to ruin it.. butttt… now I know your my soulmate I don’t need to worry about that anymore.” You blushed.

“Sooo… you wanna be my girlfriend again?” He asked.

“Hm I dunno… are you gonna be my boyfriend?” You tease.

“Of course.” He kissed you.

You pulled away from the kiss. “Wait a minute. You’ve liked me for 8 years?” He laughed.

“Love is love what can I say?”

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