#jealousharrystyles | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hsgucci94 · 2 years

Text

One day maybe

Summary: The one where Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N are dating off the spotlight and he gets jealous when he sees someone else (Tom Hiddleston) flirting with his girl.

Content warnings: jealousy, fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: this is my first post on this account, a bit weird and nerve-raking but I’m excited :´) I usually post all this on my instagram: @hsgucci94, feel free to come say hi over there! alright, bye. hope you like this! x

masterlist

Harry Styles was playing a show in Los Angeles that night and, like anyone would have imagined, a bunch of famous and very well-known people came to see him, including Y/N Y/L/N. She was the moment, a celebrity whose face was currently everywhere, and her status was the one that helped her meet Harry a few months back.

Both of them got invited to the same Gucci event and after some talking, a lot of wine and giggles, they hit it off. They exchanged numbers, texted for a while and, when they both happened to be in the same city a couple of weeks later, they went on their first date. After that one came many more, until they made it official: Harry Styles and Y/N Y/N/L were now a couple, but that was a secret only their families and close friends knew about.

Neither of them wanted the public to know, at least not yet. They were well aware of the media attention they would start getting if that happened, and neither of them were very into that anyway. So for the public, they were just two successful and talented people who occasionally were seen hanging out together with the same group of friends.

They even had to pretend that night, when her and some other celebrities were backstage with Harry as he greeted them and got ready to perform in a few minutes. Although, to be fair, neither Y/N nor Harry had to try hard to ignore each: just a couple of hours before, they had got into an argument they hadn't been able to solve just yet.

The tension between them was palpable to those who knew them; for the rest of the world it seemed like they just didn't have much in common to talk about now that they were in the same room together, which was definitely far from true.

Harry's jaw immediately clenched the moment he saw him, out of all people, entering the room and approaching her, his hand in her back as he leaned in to kiss her cheeks.

"This has to be a fucking joke," Harry groaned to himself, deadly staring at Tom Hiddleston for the way he was talking, smiling and touching Y/N.

The main reason of their argument was now in the same room as they were, and Harry had to pretend to be fixing his outfit to try detach his gaze off of them both and keep his fists busy; he wanted to clench them so bad from the anger he was feeling.

Y/N was about to start filming a new movie and Tom was her co-star. Harry had seen the way he looked at her and shamelessly flirted with her every time she and Tom were together; he could sense his intentions even from afar. Hiddleston wanted his girl, and even if Y/N denied it, Harry knew he was right.

Of course he wanted her, she was just something else. Definitely out of this world, and he was scared anyone could come into her life and take her from him. Not that she was his property, but he was very into her and couldn't imagine losing her.

When the argument started just a few minutes before people started coming into the backstage, Y/N was talking about how excited she was for filming to start and how incredibly unbelievable was that she was starring in a movie alongside Tom Hiddleston. Harry started getting grumpy and didn't match her energy at all, which caused her to get pissed at him and accused him of not being supportive of her and her work, specially since she had been thrilled for all his success from the moment he released his third album and the trailers of his upcoming movies came out.

Harry wanted to show such excitement because she deserved nothing less than that, but whenever he thought of who her co-star was, he instantly felt sick to his stomach.

His last straw was the moment Tom passed an arm around her shoulders right in front of his eyes. She couldn't be that oblivious, could she? She had to be doing that on purpose.

Harry loudly cleared his throat, which made Y/N look in his direction right away. She frowned, and when Harry didn't move his gaze away from her, she caught on what was happening. She then subtly slipped off Tom's grasp and bit the inside of her cheek. Maybe Harry was right and she had just not been noticing his intentions.

Harry shook his head; his eyes showed how hurt and betrayed he felt. Y/N cursed herself, before dismissing herself to go to the toilet, wishing she could just grab Harry's hand and drag him with her to put an end to their quarrel now that she had finally understood the reasons behind it: Tom, Harry's jealousy, and how she hadn't really realised her co-star had been slowly getting closer to her until her and Harry got into an argument because of it.

“Fuck, fuck. fuck. I’m sorry about everything I said earlier, Harry. I managed to sneak into your dressing room. Can you come, please? I really want us to solve this. I shouldn’t have said those things... I’m so fucking sorry,” she texted him.

Y/N nervously bit her nails, walking from one side of the room to the other, mentally slapping herself for not having been aware of the situation sooner.

She was impatiently waiting for Harry, her eyes constantly checking her phone to see if he had replied to any of her messages. But it seemed like he hadn't read them yet, and she wasn't sure if it was because he didn't have his phone on him or because he was ignoring her, which, being completely honest, he had every right to do.

How could she had been so blind to not even sense Tom's intentions? Probably because she had been so starstruck by the thought of making a film with him, an actor she had admired for so long, to even think he wanted something more than just co-work with her.

She was about to text Harry again when the door opened and he appeared through it.

"Harry...," she started saying, but stopped right away because she didn't know what to say or how to commence.

He looked directly at her; his face and body muscles were not longer tensed, at least not as much as a few minutes back. As soon as Y/N got away from Tom he didn't feel so threatened anymore. Instead, other emotions had taken over him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she quickly spoke, shaking her head as she squinted her eyes closed.

She could only imagine the things that ran through Harry's head every time he saw them together. Had she been in her boyfriend's position, she would have probably lost her mind. Another woman trying to flirt with him? Yeah, no, thank you.

Harry stared at her a few seconds, before taking the steps that separated them and grabbing her by her waist.

His lips furiously pressed against hers without a warning, making her eyes go wide the moment she felt them. His free hand rested on her cheek as the kiss only intensified and his tongue asked to slip inside her mouth, the kiss soon turning into a makeout session. Their tongues fought each other as their hands ran up and down their bodies, somehow making sure the other knew who they belonged to. When it ended, Harry rested his forehead against hers and momentarily clenched his jaw, pulling her closer to him as they both caught their breaths.

"Why didn't you tell me?," she mumbled, and moved her face up just enough to properly make eye contact with him.

He closed his eyes and sighed, before passing a hand through his hair and tucking at it. Y/N took that sign as the cue to grab his hands between hers as she pleadingly looked at him.

"Fuck, I don't know," he frustratedly admitted, "I guess I didn't want you to think I was overreacting or trying to sabotage you."

She quietly nodded, and sweetly squeezed his hands before entwining her fingers with his and lifting their hands to his chest. In other circumstances Harry would have just kissed her in front of everybody or wrap his arm around her to let them know she was actually taken.

But that was the thing: they weren't able to prove it unless they wanted the secret to be out.

They were together, yes, but nobody really knew that. In everybody's eyes Y/N was single, meaning men and women had a chance to hit on her, which made Harry uneasy every time he thought of it.

"How come you didn't notice?," Harry mumbled, frowning his eyebrows and lips, "He has clearly been trying to steal you from me."

"Hey," she quickly replied, a couple of wrinkles forming on her forehead due to the way she was frowning it, "No one's gonna take me from you, okay? We're together, and whether they know it or not it doesn't matter. You know why? Because at the end of the day I'm the person you kiss good night. Only I get to taste those lips of yours, and same goes to mine, Styles."

She softly smiled at him, showing him how hard she actually meant those words.

He nodded, biting his upper lip, before sighing again, "Sometimes I think it's better if we make it official, just to avoid these situations."

She nodded, understanding what he meant. However, deep down they both knew the cons were actually longer and heavier on the long run than the pros.

"I only have eyes for you, though," she assured him, "I don't ever wanna hurt you, you know that, right? I would never ever put myself in a position to lose you. I'd be damned if I did."

"I know you wouldn't, baby," he caressed her cheek with both his index finger and thumb, "It's them I don't trust."

He then pecked her lips, and for a moment they both dreamt of an alternative universe where they were able to show their love to the public without being judged, stalked or criticised for it.

One day, maybe one day.

full masterlist

#Harry Styles #harrystyles #harrystylesprompts #harry styles imagine #harrystylesfloff #jealousharrystyles #jealous harry styl #harry styles fluff #hs #hs1 #hs2 #hs3 #famous harry styles

478 notes · View notes