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ghostofscarley · 2 years

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Enchanted

Fred Weasley x Reader

Inspired by the movie 'Enchanted'

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"you're practically gaping at her mate, subtle much," fred muttered as he glanced at harry who was staring at the fifth year ravenclaw, cho chang, mindlessly as she giggled with her friends, "so much for wanting to keep my lunch down. mate, before you lose anymore pumpkin juice, you'd have more luck going over and talking to her-"

"oh, leave him alone fred," rolling her eyes, y/n gave back the rolled up newspaper to a glaring hermione granger after having smacked the ginger boy on the back of his head, "he is however, miraculously, right in a sorts though harry. you really should talk to her."

"ugh! look at this! i don't believe it, she's done it again. miss granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the bulgarian bon-bon viktor krum. no word yet on how harry potter's taking this latest emotional blow," glaring now at the newspaper article, hermione slams it onto the table, almost knocking over her own goblet of pumpkin juice in the process, "i mean who does she think she is? i can tell you right now, harry seems to be doing just fine."

shaking his head, as if he had been in a trance, harry looked towards his fury-filled friends is confusion

"i wouldn't mind her, mione. you know how that hag of a woman is," shaking her head at the clueless chosen one before turning to in a sympathetic manner to comfort her bushy-haired friend, "the lengths she'd go and the people she'd shine a false light on for the sake of fame and attention. such a bitch."

groaning, fred slid over to his best friend, not so subtly stretching an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl closer, and unbeknownst to the ginger, causing a certain hue of rosy red to spread across the said girl's cheeks

"such a dirty mouth. to what do i owe the honours of being allowed to be within the presence of that mouth?" winking with a sly grin, blowing a single strand out of his eyes and angling his head to get a better look at the girl, he asks, "is the one and only y/n y/l/n blushing because of little, ol' frederick weasley? you flatter me."

huffing, y/n shrugged off the older twins arm that was draped across her shoulders, sending a scowl his way as she crossed her arms

"you wish freddie, and don't say shit like that. weirdo."

"well maybe if someone stopped swearing then-"

"i'm not wearing that, it's ghastly."

hearing this, both y/n and fred looked over to the two youngest weasleys, one of which were holding what looked like old rags of spare lace sewn together, before hermione laughed

"they're not for ginny. they're for you! dress robes."

upon saying this, the friend group all broke into laughter whilst ron's face fell

"dress robes? for what?"

to this, y/n and fred, having calmed down from the fits of laughter at the situation for the younger weasley male, turned to each other, a look of confusion now adorning their faces

"the yule ball has been a tradition of the triwizard tournament since its inception. on christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. as representitives of the host school i expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and i mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost... a dance." groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. the girls seem a lot more excited, "silence. the house of godric gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. i will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."

y/n sent a quick glance to where harry, fred and george were standing only to see the twins murmuring to themselves and thus she shook her head, knowing that it was nothing serious before focusing back on mcgonagall

"now to dance is to let the body breathe. inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight and inside," upon hearing whispers, she turns to glare at ron, "every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance, mr weasley, will you join me? now, place your right hand on my waist."

embarrassed and a little befuddled, ron almost mutters

"where?"

impatient, the woman moves to correct the placement of ron's very much awkward placing of his arm

"my waist," the woman states firmly, before the music starts up and the professors leads them into a waltz, inviting others to join

upon the invitation, the girls rushed to stand, only for the boys to remain seated, awkward, some even scratching at the back of their necks

with a smirk, fred walks over to y/n, who had previously been in a conversation with her friend and fellow quidditch team mate, katie bell, when she saw an approaching body out of the corner of her eye, before turning to see fred offering his hand out to her

"if you will, m'lady."

nudging the girl with a giggle, katie pushed her friend out of her seating position and into the arms of the cheeky ginger, winking at the girl before turning to find her own partner

"real smooth, weasley," she stated, placing one hand into his before raising her other arm to rest it on his, "'m'lady', huh? that's a new one. what book did you stumble upon to get that one? oh who am i kidding, you'd never pick up a book. willingly."

"oh ha ha, you're so funny. much laughter. such a comedian," the hand that rested on her waist began to poke slightly at her after her cheeky comment, twirling her and bringing her back into his chest now, "i'll have you know that i didn't find it. i just heard it was all. in one of those silly muggle movies that you love."

"they are not silly," she scoffed, moving her hand to slap the back of his head only for him to grab it and keep a firm grasp on it instead, the familiar heat spreading across her face, "they are romantic. not that you'd know."

"what's that supposed to mean? i'm so romantic i'd knock your socks off with how chivalrous and charming i am."

the girl couldn't keep a straight face at what the boy had said, immediately breaking out into a boisterous cackle which attracted many fellow gryffindors though the girl didn't care. the boy didn't either, a small smile then growing rather large at the sound

"oh freddie, now who's the comedian?" sighing, she moved, well tried, to rest her right cheek on his shoulder, which was now hunched to aid her due to the distinct height difference, "i can't wait. i mean, an actual ball, are you kidding? hogwarts is already magical on its own. can you imagine how wondrous it'll be?"

"oh, do you already have someone in mind as to who you'll take? my, my. and whom is it that has piqued y/n y/l/n's interest?" he nudged at her, wiggling his eyebrows as chuckled at the rosy red cheeks, "it wouldn't happen to be someone i know, would it?"

"what's it to you?" burying her face deeper into his neck, her voice came out as a murmur, "maybe i have found someone i hope will sweep me off my feet."

though the girl couldn't see it, fred's face dropped, after a wave of shock, not expecting what she said

"oh. well that's good," he shrugged, the movement pulling y/n out of her trance, and out of his neck, "can only imagine how wonderful he is. only the best for you."

"yeah," she said, a look of serenity taking over her face as she thought about the boy that was standing in front of her, "he is pretty wonderful."

"this is mad. at this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates. well, us and neville," ron uttered, sharing a chuckle with harry whilst y/n, who was across the table next to fred shared a look of displeasure with hermione, "then again, he can take himself."

before y/n could reply to the younger weasley, hermione had beaten her to it

"how sweet. but it might interest you two to know that neville's already got someone."

a smirk growing, the older gryffindor girl knew that she no longer had to say anything

"well now I'm really depressed."

ron's shoulders drop as his lips form a pout

hearing quick scribbles, y/n turned to read what fred had written before he scrunched it up and threw it at his brother

'get a move on or all the good ones will have gone'

to this, ron looks up from the parchment before turning to his older brother

"who are you going with then?"

fred turned to y/n, who was sat on his right, sharing a smile, as she let out a small giggle, wiggling his eye brows, before turning and throwing a piece of scrunched up parchment at angelina johnson

y/n could only feel her smile drop, her eyes gloss, and the rosy hues fade as she watched the boy next to her whisper at the girl. a girl that wasn't her

"oi! angelina!" acting out dancing movements, he then continued to ask, "do you, want to go, to the ball, with me?"

with a smile growing on her face, angelina turned so her whole body was facing him before resting her head on her hand with a dreamy look

"yeah. yeah, i want to go."

y/n could only see fred wink at ron before she quickly packed all her things and rushed to hand her book to snape, alarming the others as they all watched the girl scamper off, not wanting them to see the tears that had now escaped, her heart broken

"what's wrong with her?" ron could only ask though he got shrugs from both fred and hermione, "well, anyway."

fred could only drown out his brother's words as he watched the girl practically run put of the great hall, before he heard a book slam and turned to witness hermione leaving as well, sending a final glare to his little brother

"girls."

the small sniffles from the gryffindor girl, with the occasional break of an audible sob were all that could be heard that wintry evening as the rebounded off the walls of what she thought was an empty corridor, void of students

"y/n? is that you?" the soft voice came from around the corner from where she was sat, the owner of the voice stepping out into the open corridor to reveal adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and a total heartthrob, his face softening as he looked at the upset girl in front of him, "are you ok? what happened?"

she made quick eye contact with the boy before she hurriedly brushed away her tears, rubbing at her eyes and glancing down as she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, not wanting to look at him again

not wanting to seem vulnerable or weak in front of him

"come on," nodding his head to the side, he waited with his hand held out, "let's go for a walk. i promise it won't be a bore. i'm a pretty fun person."

looking from his eyes back to his outstretched hand and then his eyes again and seeing nothing but kindness and warmth in his irises, the girl huffed a little before placing her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up from her seated position

not saying anything for a few moments, the pair walked, hands still in each other's, taking in the sights of the school, the blanket of white coating every inch that was exposed, small, icy flakes fluttering and falling, both from the sky and the branches of trees that had collected hefty amounts

"so, mind telling me what's up?" adrian spoke out, filling the otherwise silent air before freezing up a bit, turning to the girl frantically, "not that you should feel obligated to tell me, if it's something you wish to keep to yourself then i won't pester you about it. but. i am here if you do need to talk."

"you make it seem a lot more... serious than it is, i guess," she responded, wanting to reassure the boy whilst feeling idiotic herself, then scoffing and shaking her head, "i mean, who cries because they watched their crush ask out another person to this really extravagant ball that's coming up? stupid, right?"

now frowning, the slytherin boy turns towards her, shaking his head

"y/n. that is a valid reason to be upset. it's not stupid at all. well, i guess it's their loss."

shaking her head as more tears welled up, she stopped their walk, removing her hand from his grasp before facing him and placing both of them on his shoulder

"it's not stupid at all," he all but uttered, not wanting to scare or upset the girl any further by his usually confident and loud voice, "it's rather valid you know. but anyone would be a blind idiot to not take you."

her crying came to a halt as a look of self doubt lingered in her eyes

"no, adrian. you don't understand. the girl is like. stupid gorgeous. like, her eyes are doe like, you could easily get lost in them. her skin is ridiculously smooth and clear, free of blemishes and pimples and blackheads, not to mention the tone of colour. her hair, looks alone, is so silky and it blows freely in the wind, never a single strand out of place. she's a bloody chaser on the quidditch team so that's a factor alone. her laugh is airy and fucking perfect. her smile is so warm and dreamy and captivating. she's not too short but not too tall. angelina johnson," taking a breath, the girl could feel her senses cloud, losing sight and touch, looking aimlessly past the boy, "she's so fucking perfect and. i'm just. me. i don't even know why i thought i had a chance. but the way he looked at me, smiled at me, with that stupid boyish grin he always wears. i was so sure it would happen. and then it didn't. i was stupid to think fred weasley, the class clown, would ask me to the ball when someone like angelina johnson roams the very same halls. it seems so bitchy to say that too because she's so kind. always the sweetest thing to me and here i am being the grouchiest person ever."

"then go with me," he asked, no stated firmly and without a doubt, "i won't let you downplay yourself like that, comparing yourself to someone who is just another girl. who isn't all that. and that's not because i'm biased or partial as your friend. she may be beautiful, but you radiate beauty. and i won't let you continue to bottle up these thoughts that you hold against yourself when they aren't true. so, i am asking you to go to the yule ball with me, as my date."

"oh ade, i, i can't. i just, i don't want a pity date. just because the guy i wanted to go with asked someone else."

instead of arguing, because him asking her wasn't out of pity, adrian held out his hand to her, waiting until she eventually took it, though not without a look of confusion before he cleared his throat, taking her down the corridor

in a horrible, posh british accent, like more posh than his usual accent, he sang out loud, his voice echoing off of the walls for all to hear

"hee hee"

"ade, what are you doing?"

"my baby's always danCInG, and iT WouLdN't be a bAd tHiNG. BUt i doN't geT nO lovInG, aNd thAt'S nO LiE"

quickening her pace to match his, she couldn’t help but smile, forgetting what had happened in the great hall not too long, spinning whenever he motioned for her to, seeing others who were now exiting the great hall watch on, curious

"ade-"

"wE sPenT thE nIGhT in fRisCo, aT evEry kiNdA diScO. fRoM thAt nIghT i kIsSed oUr lOvE gOodByE."

out of the corner of her eye, she could she a flash of ginger hair, though she wasn't given more time to wonder about who it was before she was dipped and she let out the loudest cackle

"ADRIAN-"

"dOn't bLAmE iT on tHe sUNsHinE, DOn'T bLamE It on thE mOoNlIGhT, dON't bLAme It oN ThE gOoD tiMeS. bLAmE iT on thE boOgie."

doing one more spin, the boy left the girl in the middle of the corridor before skipping and spinning and prancing circles around her, her smile growing and lighting up the otherwise darkening hall as the sun set

"i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET. i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET."

now out of breath, the boy dropped onto both knees, gesturing for her hands and asking once more

"i hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you," he chuckles, taking in deep breaths, the musical break out doing more numbers on him than his weekly quidditch practices, "so, i'll ask again. will you, y/n y/l/n, chaser of the gryffindor quidditch team and total heartthrob, accompany myself, adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and also total heartthrob, to the yule ball? i can't promise i'll be as 'extravagant' as i was in this moment, but i'll be the best damn date you could ever wish for."

"well, i mean i don't know, i-" dragging on her words, she looked down at the boy to see his confident grin faltering and she knew she couldn't continue to play along, "of course i will ade. how could i say no after that?"

breathing out a sigh of relief, he went to wrap his arms around her before realising he was still on his knees, getting up and then embracing the girl who was no longer teary eyed and instead glowing, radiating warmth and happiness

whilst most onlookers were applauding the 'proposal' they had witnessed between the two chasers, a certain ginger beater, who was watching from behind pillar, was green with envy, shaking his head before walking off to find george

it was christmas night. the night of the yule ball and y/n finds herself in hermione's dorm room, getting ready with said girl and the youngest weasley

"ok but can we talk about that proposal again and how cute it was," ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the oldest girl's hand and twirling, though almost falling due to the wedges that adorned her feet, "i mean. i always saw you two together so i knew he was friendly but. the singing, the dancing, the 'falling onto his knees'. it was so romantic."

"ah, gin," the girl, though smiling, shook her head slightly, straightening up her younger friend, "it was cute, but i just don't see adrian like that. he's just a good friend."

"y/n, y/n, y/n. did you not see the way he looked at you? it was practically heart-eyes. he adores you. he had this soft smile on his face and his eyes glowed. it was like you had hung, no, handpicked the moon and the stars for him. he was enamoured."

"adrian is aromantic, gin. i can assure you he doesn't like me like that. besides, though he's my date, i've always had my eye on someone. the feelings just don't seem to be reciprocated."

ginny's smile faltered as she looked at her friend who was gazing down, twiddling her fingers

"if you're talking about my git of a brother," she held up a finger to the girl, whose mouth was slightly ajar, as if she were to ask 'which brother' "and before you get smart, i'm talking about fred. you're clearly not as smart as i thought you were if you think for a second that he doesn't like you. he's constantly talking about you and whatever you've done that was just 'oustanding' or 'astronomical' when you aren't around.. and then where you are around, he needs to be touching you in some way. if i thought adrian was enamoured with you, fred is gobsmacked, drop dead, head over heels, in love with you."

"then why didn't he ask me to the ball, gin? why did he ask angelina? and why did he do it in front of me? no, it doesn't matter. i don't think i have the right to ask that. just... clearly, whatever feelings he did feel.. aren't there," she looked over to the clock in the room before turning to the bed that had her dress hanging just above it, "come on. we've got just under two hours before the ball, and i would like to do your hair. your dress is beautiful by the way."

"well i know, and yes i understood, adrian does not like you and you do not like him and it's all platonic, but i just know he's gonna be blown away with how gorgeous you'll look. i mean the satin and the deepness of the green, which honestly suits you. even if he wore his house tie, it would still match your dress. you'd look hot as a slytherin. too bad you're too much of a lion to be a snake. platonic or not, this is still gonna be as much of a date as any other date you've been on or could go on. and don't look at me like that, enjoy your night with adrian. you deserve it."

before y/n could respond to the girl after having braided and pinned up her ginger hair into a half up/half down style, hermione's voice echoed from the bathroom

"y/n, could you please help me with my hair?"

"don't think for a second that i'm done with you gin, just give me a few minutes. i've got a choice of words with you."

"ah, would you look at the time. i think neville is downstairs waiting for me. see you soon."

"gin- GINERVA," before y/n could say the girl's full name, she had sped out of the dorm room, leaving the older girl to shake her head and huff, "i'm gonna kill her."

quickly slipping in her own dress, she then knocked on the bathroom door before opening it, to see a nervous hermione granger in a beautiful periwinkle dress that complimented the soft brown of her eyes

"and what is it that i will be doing with your hair tonight, miss?" she asked in a horrible mock posh accent, "would you care to flip through our catalogue? i personally love style 3."

"i was actually wondering if you could help me curl it and then pin it back, i don't want to do too much with it," she requests, finally looking over to her friend before gasping slightly, "the dress is absolutely gorgeous on you, y/n. adrian won't know what hit him. if we didn't already have dates, i'd take you myself. save me a dance, perhaps?"

"oh, of course, kind lady. it would be an honour to get the opportunity to dance with you at this regal ball," she continued with her horrible accent, whilst casting a charm to curl hermione's hair, going to speak again but losing the accent, her tone sincere, "you look beautiful, mione. i just know viktor won't be able to keep his eyes off you. and i mean, i wouldn't blame him. i wouldn't want to look away from you either. you really did a wonderful job at picking the dress. should i ever get married, obviously as one of my bridesmaids, or even maid of honour, i'd have you pick out the dresses without a doubt. ok, all done. what do you think?"

"oh, y/n," before y/n could say anything, hermione threw her arms around her, "it's absolutely beautiful, thank you. ok, take a seat and i'll do your hair and your make up if you'd like. not that you'd need any. your natural beauty alone would blow the minds of the whole school, hogwarts, beauxbatons and durmstrang. veela's have nothing on you."

"granger, you flatter me. surprise me will you? i don't really have anything in mind so go at it however you see fit. and maybe just a clear gloss. that way, i can get absolutely hammered and not worry about having to remove a full face of make up."

at the request, hermione spun the girl so that she was no longer facing the mirror, taking the still charmed wand and curling her hair back to resemble that of beach waves, keeping it soft and light, not overdone, before parting her hair, braiding the top half of the two section before tying it off into two separate ponytails that sat on the top of her head, similar to a half up/half down style. she then applied a coat of clear gloss as requested, as well as a light coat of mascara to really accentuate her eyes, before spinning her again, ready for the reveal.

"i'd like to see adrian try and take his eyes away from you. it'd be with great difficulty, i'll tell you that much. you'll easily be the prettiest girl at the ball."

"oh, mione, you can't say that when you'll be there. if i'm gorgeous, you're absolutely stunning. i honestly am envious that viktor is taking you. though i'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. don't hide away too much, yeah? i will be getting that dance," she then hugged the younger girl, careful as to not wrinkle either dress or ruin either hairstyle, "thank you for this. i don't think i've ever felt this pretty. who needs a beauty team? i just need you, my girl. let's go blow everyone away, yeah?"

"let's do it."

walking down to the great hall, the duo heard gasps and saw looks of awe as they turned heads. y/n saw the youngest weasley standing with neville and her own date before looking around, her eyes settling on a cleaned up fred weasley who looked as handsome as ever. he seemed to have found her too, meeting her gaze

she wanted to smile bashfully and wave at the boy she considered her best friend before she saw the girl whose arm was linked with his. the girl that was hanging off of him. and she removed her gaze from him, keeping the small smile as she looked over to adrian, who was returning the smile as he met her gaze, walking over to meet her at the foot of the staircase

"i'll see you around, mione. blow them all away."

the girls hugged a final time before separating to move to their respective dates

"wow, y/l/n. you look incredible. didn't take you to be much of a green girl but it really does suit you. maybe you should've been sorted into slytherin, would've fit right in."

"mm, i don't think so. too many snakes for me to handle. i'm happy with my little pride of lions. must admit, you do look quite incredible yourself. very handsome. i very much like that your tie matches my dress. you wouldn't have asked one of my friends about the colour, would you?"

"whaat? me? never. that does not sound like me at all. but yes. yes i did. reckon we'll make quite the couple. turning heads left, right and centre."

"maybe i should have worn a burgundy. once in a lifetime opportunity to see you in red. reckon you'd look quite ravishing i suppose."

"maybe not so much. wouldn't want to make a fool of myself. at least you can pull off any colour, miss head-turner. shall we make our way inside now?"

"we shall. lead the way, mr head-turner."

from the other side of the hallway

fred was standing just outside the entrance of the great hall, in a group that consisted of himself and his date, angelina, george and his date, alicia spinnet, and lee and his date, patricia stimpson, when the three girls turned to the staircase to see who was making their way down and gasped

"look at our girl, ang. she looks amazing," exclaimed alicia, pulling george with her towards the girl, though george stopped her, "why are we stopping?"

"the girl still needs to find her date, ali. we'll see her inside, alright?"

the girl pouted slightly before nodding and returning her gaze to their third chaser

"did you guys see pucey's proposal to her? it was so romantic and she looked so happy. if i'm being honest though, i thought you'd ask her freddie. especially after that dance practice a few weeks ago. but you have to admit, she and pucey make quite the cute couple. it had to have been the talk of the school. one of our chasers with slytherin's chaser and heartthrob, adrian pucey. i mean she was left smiling hours after. sure, he can't sing to save his life, but it was adorable. the way he got on his knees and grapsed onto her. the way he spun her. her cackle! i don't think i've seen her so hap-" angelina was cut off mid-sentence

"can we stop talking about how cute pucey and y/l/n would be? this isn't about them."

"woah, what's wrong with you? besides it's the truth isn't it? isn't she your best friend? you'd think you'd be happy for her?"

"she can be with pucey for all i care. he's bloody perfect for her, isn't he?" fred sneered, moving his gaze to look at the girl, his glare dropping as he saw that her eyes met his before she turned away, "i just want the best for her. that's all."

george could only smirk, wanting to slap the back of his twin's head but refraining and he rested his arm around alicia

"it seems to me like your jealous, freddie."

fred could only scoff, his glare returning and focusing on his brother

"shove off. whatever, let's just go inside." he suggested as he saw the girl he longed for enter the great hall with her date

looking around the now wintry filled hall, y/n couldn't help but gasp, her grasp around adrian's arm tightening

just when you thought the school couldn't get anymore magical

"oh, ade it's wonderful. it's so magical."

"i'm afraid that's to be expected in a school of witchcraft and wizardry, my dear. thought you knew that. this'll shock you. we also have wands each that produce spells and charms. just as magical."

rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless, she lightly shoved the boy before looping her arm through his once more

"shut up, smart arse, you know what i mean."

"i do. but i must say, it's got nothing on you and your beauty. really did me dirty because now i have to fend off the whole school. it'd be considered lucky if i'm 436th in the line of 947. you really have charmed the school, y/l/n."

"you flatter me. look, here come the champions? ugh, my mione is so gorgeous. booked myself a dance with her, i did. luckiest girl in the world i consider myself to be."

"well i guess i'm 437th in the line now. i hope you're ready for your feet to be aching."

"oh stop it ade. if anything, you're 537th. no, i probably won't dance with that many people, to be completely honest. you, mione, ginny, luna, maybe george if i can catch a word with alicia. oh my goodness. look at fleur. she's absolutely stunning."

"again. i mean, yeah she's pretty. but looking at the girl on my arm, she's nothing but a caterpillar next to the butterfly that is you. don't tell her that though. she might send the whole of beauxbatons on my ass and i'd like to be around long enough to walk you back to your common room."

"you're such a flirt. might wanna watch out before i start to believe less and less that you're aromantic."

"why? is the infamous y/n y/l/n scared to fall in love with the handsome, dashing, charming, endearing, loving, kind and caring adrian pucey?"

"not to mention cocky and the lack of humbleness. but no. in fact it's quite the opposite. wouldn't want to break your heart when you inevitably fall in love with me, ade."

"oh because it will hurt for sure. thank you for watching out for my heart," he chuckled, grasping his chest, as if to reinforce the protection he holds over his heart, "i just want to give you the full experience as my date. that includes the corny compliments, horrible jokes and puns and of course my amazing dancing skills. so, what do you say? we go spike the punch, have a few glasses and then hit the dance floor and show everyone what we're made of? not enough to be absolutely wasted, but enough to allow you to feel the rush, enough to be tipsy, enough for you to sober up easily after a couple songs."

"let's do it."

5 minutes later

the dances of the champions has concluded and now other couples are invited to occupy the vast dance room

y/n and adrian, three glasses of spiked punch layer, were just a little tipsy, feeling the rush of the alcohol but were stable enough to find each other's touch and guided the other to the dance floor as a familiar song began to play

something told me it was over

when i saw you and her talking

something deep down in my soul said "cry girl"

when i saw you and that girl walking around

swaying together, the pair moved closer, the warmth welcoming both of them, something nice about being able hold each other like this, whilst knowing that the only thing that would come out of tonight would be a closer friendship

"i love this song. the lyrics tell such a sad story but etta james just captures the feelings that should be portrayed so beautifully. the fact that she'd want to lose her sense of sight than to have to watch the man she's in love with push her to the side as he pursues another."

i would rather, i would rather be blind

than to see you walk away

so you see, i love you so much

that i don't wanna watch you leave me

"the song is rather sad. i must say though. i wouldn't want to go blind when i have you in front of me, dazzling the whole school."

"and so the corny puns start, huh? do your worst, pucey."

"oh darling, don't worry. i plan to."

when the reflection in the glass

that i held to my lips now

revealed the tears that are all on my face

baby i'd rather be blind

than to see you walk away from me

the song then ended, though the pair continue to sway, seemingly lost in their own world as another fan favourite began to play, y/n removing her head from adrian's shoulder to better appreciate the abba song, if you will, grasping the hand that rested on her hand to manoeuvre him around, matching the tempo the upbeat song

you can dance

you can jive

having the time of your life

see that girl

watch that scene

digging the dancing queen

"i swear this song is like every teenage girl's 'anthem', i guess you could call it. i heard this song a lot growing up. mum loved it."

the two would spin each other, the previous stance during the slower dance gone as they were laughing loudly together. they were sure to remember this night for the rest of their lives

anybody could be that guy

night is young and the music's high

with a bit of rock music

everything is fine

you're in the mood for a dance

and when you get the chance

"dad always found mum's taste in music a little weird, being a muggle and all, but he loved her and her weird little quirks so much. he loved how happy she got whenever the song would play, so he always played it any chance he got."

"was wondering who you inherited your quirkiness from. figured it was something you picked up on your own. seems that isn't the case."

slapping his chest lightly, she threw her head back, laughing

"oi! how rude. some gentleman you are, ade. feeling real flattered right now. like gosh, i might faint. falling head over heels."

"oh shush."

you are the dancing queen

young and sweet

only seventeen

dancing queen

feel the beat of the tambourine

"i didn't think i'd have this much fun if i'm being honest," y/n laughed as they continued to mindlessly jump and twirl around together, knowing that others were watching, and that they'd probably look at the two weirdly for their assortment of strange dance moves, "but i'm so glad i'm here with you tonight, ade. the evening has been absolutely wonderful."

"your mother was a muggle, right?"

"yes? why?"

"just had to be sure. do you know if she ever went to those muggle balls that they hold in movies? prom was it?"

"i didn't know you watched muggle films," she glanced over to the boy who was now bashful, sporting a small smile, "but uh, no. prom is an american event. mum, however, did go to a formal. who she went with, i wouldn't know. i just know it wasn't dad. she met him a good 5 years after she finished school."

"well, i saw that proms often crown for prom king and queen. if you ask me, who needs a prom queen when i have my dancing queen right in front of me."

she cackled once again, wanting to slap his chest yet again but deciding against it and instead fixing up his tie which had been a little lopsided

"you really are something, you know that."

"i think they have one more upbeat song before they play a final slow song, so what you say we have a few more glasses and sober up before the last dance."

another three glasses later and the second last song began to ring out through the hall

i've got sunshine on a cloudy day

when it's cold outside

i've got the month of may

"this song just makes me so happy. it was my parents wedding song. mum grew up with it and she introduced dad to the song after their second date. dad's loved it ever since. would always sing it to her. it makes me feel warm."

i guess

you'd say

what can make me feel this way

my girl

talking 'bout my girl

"i wish i grew up on songs like these. they just seem so nostalgic even though i'm hearing them for the first time tonight."

"ade, you're joking? you cannot be serious. this is urgent. every time we hang out, no matter what, i will play one song. this just isn't acceptable. i refuse to believe it."

i've got so much honey

the bees envy me

i've got a sweeter song

than the birds in the trees

"what do you say y/l/n? reckon my singing the other week was sweeter than the birds that roam hogwarts?"

"that was singing? well, sweet isn't the first word that comes to mind."

"oi, you should be grateful. i don't give out thise performances for free. only on special occasions. it was a moment to remember forever."

whilst the two swayed and the girl sang to the boy, a ginger haired, sulking, teenage boy was staring off at them from his seated position

"you're staring. the song is about to end freddie, just ask her. i'm sure adrian won't mind. everyone knows you're her best friend."

"why would she want to dance with me, ang? she looks quite content with pucey. what's the point?"

"it's just one dance, fred. besides, you've been frowning all night and that's not like you, it's weird."

"quite the date i am huh? sorry. you would've been better off with harry and he's just as much of a lousy date as i am. at least his date got a dance."

"it's alright. i still got a few dances with alicia and you know i've had my eye on roger davis. got a dance with him so i'd say my night was pretty successful."

"that makes one of us."

suddenly, before the final song was to commence, dumbledore had a final announcement to make

"the yule ball is coming to a close and so i must announce before the final dance that there is to be a change in scene. i ask that you gentlemen or women invite another to the dance floor that he or she did not accompany to the ball."

"see, there's your chance fred. take it."

"if anything, she'd probably want to dance with geor-"

"FRED WEASLEY YOU GO OVER TO THAT GIRL AND YOU ASK HER TO DANCE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I ASK FOR YOU MYSELF! i am sick of your pity party of despair and loneliness. just go for it."

he could only sigh as he stood up from the seat he had been sat in for the last 2 hours, making his way over to the pair, though lord knows his heart was 2 seconds away from pounding violently through his ribcage and out of his chest

whilst fred made his way over, the two were still away in their own world, wanting the moment to last just a little longer

"was hoping i'd get my last dance with you. i've had so much fun tonight and i don't want it to end."

"i've had a lot of fun too. was quite the experience having the prettiest girl in hogwarts wrapped in my arms, swaying to muggle misic. who would have thought. i think i might sit this one out. i don't see myself dancing with anyone else that isn't you."

"are you sure you're aromantic, ade? like, straight up? 100%?"

though he knew she meant nothing by it, he still laughed lightly and hugged her before pulling away so they were both at arms distance

"straight up. if i wasn't, i would have been kissing the hell out of you. i can assure you i feel no romantic feelings. even after having you in my embrace for the last 2 hours, it's nothing but platonic. i just don't see anything happening. that, and i can see a certain ginger making his way over and i don't fancy getting kocked out right now. so, after the dance, i'll meet you and escort you to your common room to see you off."

looking to her right slightly, her heartbeat quickens as she sees a hurried fred weasley making his way over before she turns back to adrian

"are you sure? i could just sit with you?"

"i'm sure. i'll just sit with miles. poor bloke was rejected so he's been sat at the table, drinking. reckon i should go over before he dies of alcohol poisoning because trust me, he will find a way. besides, i think someone wants to dance with you. about time if you ask me."

and with that, adrian placed a final kiss on her forehead before he walked away, sending a last wink towards her before turning and not looking back

she could only watch his retreating back for a moment longer before she felt a tap on her shoulder

feeling like her chest was about to explode, she took a slow, deep breath before turning to see the boy who, after the weeks that went by with distance between them, still had her heart

"hi? um, you look.. good?" his face furrowed, slightly frowning as he shook his head, "i mean, obviously you look better than good. amazing, incredible, gorgeous, spectacular. all eyes were on you tonight and reasonably so. the dark green really stood out against your skin. you and pu- adrian really blew the whole school away. it was really cute. anyway, it was nice talking to yo-"

"fred, do you want to dance with me?"

here she was with her heart on her sleeves as she awaited his answer. fred was flabbergasted

"i- me?"

"i mean, no one else is around," she said as she gestured to the empty space around her, "what do you say, freddie? for old times sake? accompany me for the final dance?"

"how could i say no?"

she let out a breath of relief as she took the hand that was held out to her, a small smile growing on her face as she felt warm

dumbledore moved to the centre of the stage a final time

"now, please join me in welcoming mr jon mclaughlin who has warmly agreed to sing our final song for the evening. mr mclaughlin, the stage is yours."

a light piano echoes through the hall as y/n gazes into fred's eyes, something she hasn't done for a while, something she has missed

she missed her freddie and she finally had him back in her arms and she was reluctant to let go

you're in my arms

and all the world is gone

the music playing on for only two

she wanted to say something, anything. she wanted nothing more than to catch up with the boy in front of her but nothing came to mind

so she just held on tighter, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed in time, the rest of the world beginning to fade out as they lost themselves to the music and the soft voice of mr mclaughlin

so close

together

and when i'm with you

so close to feeling alive

he too had a lot on his mind. like how effortlessly perfect she was. from the way her eyes shone as the fire of the floating candles reflected off of them. how her cheeks now adorned its usual rosy hues. how in love he was with her

"you really are beautiful, love."

a life goes by

romantic dreams must die

so i bid mine goodbye

and never knew

"thank you, freddie. i must say, you look quite swell yourself."

"ah, you know. i just pulled this little getup from out of my trunk. curled my hair a little, though it's nothing compared to you. i never thought i'd love seeing you in green so much."

she couldn't help but lean closer, wanting to be as close to the boy as possible

"so, you and pucey, huh? when did that become a thing?"

"adrian?"

"is there another pucey running around that i don't know about?"

y/n could only scoff, though it was light-hearted

"smart arse. there isn't a thing. we're just friends. freddie, i don't want to talk about adrian. just. dance with me."

so close

was waiting

waiting here for you

and now forever i know

all that i want is

to hold you

so close

she rested her head on his shoulder, with a little struggle but she got there and and shared a look with angelina, who only winked at the girl. similarly, fred, who now turned was facing adrian who could only raise his drink in acknowledgement, smiling, and seeming to have mouthed the words, 'well done weasley', to which fred just shook his head, the smile never leaving his face

so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

and now you're beside me

and look how far we've come

so far

we are

so close

looking back on their years together, the pair couldn't help but wonder why this didn't happen sooner, why they elongated the pain and sat through the hurt when they could've shared this moment of peace and euphoria earlier

they thought about the weeks they had spent apart and in the presence of another when all they needed was each other. what were they thinking, honestly?

"are you singing, frederick gideon weasley?"

"for you, i'd do just about anything, love."

she sighed happily before she thought back to that afternoon in the great hall. the study session

"i really thought you were gonna ask me. i was so sure, especially when you looked at me with those warm eyes of yours and your happy, boyish grin and i was so excited. but then, you turned and asked someone else. and i had to leave. i couldn't be around to hear all the giggles you both shared whilst i was slowly breaking."

oh how could i face the faceless days

if i should lose you now

"y/n, i'm so sorry. believe me when i say that i was planning on asking you. that afternoon, during dance practice. i was set on asking you then. but then you said-"

"that i might have found someone i wanted to sweep me off my feet. did it never occur to you that i was thinking about you? freddie, i had, have literal heart eyes for you. was it not even a little obvious?"

"i guess not, love," he said, shaking his head at his own obliviousness, "i just. wanted the best for you. and if you had already found it in someone else, then i was fine with that. well, i wasn't but i wasn't gonna let it show. when you said that, i thought someone else had asked. and that you had said yes. so i asked angie, and ended up being a shit date, so i owe her big time. but then when i left to chase after you, adrian was there, singing, in a horrible accent i'd like to add, and in the middle of it all, you just looked so happy, despite the tear tracks that stained your face. your smile was so bright. and then he asked you and you said yes and i just felt. defeated. which is unfair, but i didn't know you were dateless. had i known, i would've asked myself. i just should have asked you about it, but instead, i went and asked someone else, i made you cry and then i pushed you into the arms of another in the process. i was just a downright git who doesn't deserve you. i'm lucky you're dancing with me ri-"

we're so close

to reaching that famous happy end

almost believing this one's not pretend

let's go on dreaming though we know we are

rolling her eyes, she pulled him even closer, if it were possible, titling her head ever so slightly to slot her lips onto his, shutting him up

and it was like sparks, no, fireworks went off and they lost themselves to each other. this was where they truly belonged

"do you ever shut up? you ramble a lot, freddie. i'd say it's cute and a little impressive but then it kept going on and on and i didn't know when you'd st-"

fred leans in again, the kiss lasting a little longer than the first, the otherwise chilly night feeling rather warm

"fred, you just kissed someone with a dirty mouth."

fred grinned gingerly, leaning in to whisper into her ear

"yeah. and i'm about to do it again."

so close

and still

so far

adrian and angelina, who was accompanied by roger davis, sat off to the side, grinning at the kissing couple, bumping fists under the table

"i reckon she doesn't need me to escort her to the common room anymore. suppose i should take drunk-off-his face over here back to our dorm," adrian says to angelina, gesturing to the shitfaced miles bletchley, "tell y/n i said goodnight. if you get the chance to."

and with that, adrian left the yule ball with his drunk mate attached to his arm and a smile on his face, happy that his friend finally got the guy she wanted

her freddie

is that a wrap?! i think fucking so. this will forever be my baby because believe me when i say i've never written a fic this long but it was so worth it.. love yall <33

#Spotify #fred weasley #y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #adrian pucey #harry potter #goblet of fire au #yule ball #enchanted #so close

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Love at Wembley

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry asks YN to marry him at Wembley.

In the last twelve years, Harry had learnt a lot about YN. He’d learnt that she still needs a cup of tea before bed to fall asleep, or she’s up until the early morning tossing and turning.

He knows she still blasts One Directions and all their solo songs at every opportunity she gets, singing all the words and nagging both Harry and Louis about when they were going to get back together.

Her favourite song to listen to when she’s having a sad day or when she misses her Mum and sister even more is Angels by Robbie Williams.

Louis was her rock, they don’t go a day without talking or at-least texting each other. She doted on him and vice verse and Harry often feared how much she told Louis about their relationship, because if YN was anything shy didn’t cover it.

On the subject of not being shy, their sex life had only grown and got better as they aged. Harry had learnt that her favourite position was between doggy-style or missionary with Harry’s hand around her neck in a loose hold.

Another thing that Harry had learnt was that YN disliked anything that was romantically cringey, like being proposed to in Paris. Her words being “It’s just not special, everyone gets proposed to there” whilst watching a Tik Tok of a couple getting engaged whilst standing near the Eiffel Tower. Harry made a mental note of never proposing in a popular engagement location.

This brings him to this moment where he is walking through London with Louis and Jeff on his way to choose a ring for YN. He’s known for the last twelve years he wanted to marry her. But with fame, touring and losing important people, it never seemed like the right time to pop the question.

As they walk into the store that Harry has been researching for what feels like years. They’re met with more options than they imagined. He thinks back to the day he asked Louis permission to marry YN, because if he wanted anyone’s blessing it was his.

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They were visiting Doncaster one weekend for the twins birthday and after the busy day of celebrating the twins turning nineteen, with lots of food, family, friends, Louis and Harry had found themselves sitting out in the garden together.

As Louis took a drag from the white stick he held between his fingers, Harry breaks the silence “I..uh…I wanna ask you something”.

Louis tilts his head to look at him and blows the smoke out from his lungs and flicks some ash off his cigarette end before responding “You can ask me anything mate”

Harry nervously turned his rings on his fingers, Louis hadn’t seen him this nervous for a long time. “I wanna ask YN to marry me…and…I guess what I’m trying to ask is for your permission”.

Louis took another long drag from the white stick, before blowing the smoke out in front of him and then scratching his cheek with his thumb and tried his best to keep a serious expression. Harry still anxiously twisting the rings that sat on his fingers.

Letting out a sigh, “All I can say is…it’s about fookin’ time man”, causing both men to look at each other and let out a laugh. “No ‘onestly you have my permission, blessing and whatever else you need”.

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Bringing Harry back to the moment of where the three men sat in a consultation room, looking at the few options they had chosen. Louis had already said which one he thought YN would love. Jeff stating that YN would say ‘yes’ even if Harry proposed with a Haribo ring.

Harry stared down at the ring that sat delicately in the box in front of him. The small band held a diamond on top with a touch of green. He didn’t understand why Louis would be so adamant that YN would love this one.

“I still don’t understand why you think this is the one” Harry spoke with a tad of stress in his voice, picking up the box that held the ring to study it more.

Louis and Jeff shared a look before Louis let out an annoyed sigh. “Mate…please just listen to me…Lottie literally sent me all the photos of engagement rings that YN has sent to her of the last few years…and guess what they’ve all had a touch of green in them”.

Harry nervously played with his bottom lip with his fingers “Why green..I just don’t kno-“

Interrupting him, Jeff intervened “H..when you look in the mirror..what do you see?”

Harry look at his manager and friend with a scowl, confused by the questions.

“Uh myself” Harry sarcastically replied.

“And what do you look at yourself with?” Louis prompted.

Harry took a moment to think, before he had a lightbulb moment “Uhh..my eyes”. Louis and Jeff stared at him waiting for the moment where it clicked. “My eyes are green”.

“Well done Mate…you got there in the fookin’ end” Louis sarcastically said, earning a nudge from Harry. Harry couldn’t wipe the grin off his face at the new fact he had learnt. YN wanted a green ring to represent the colour of his eyes. How romantic. “She’s romantic and soppy when she wants to be”.

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Harry wanted the moment to be special but with the last leg of the tour underway it was proving to be difficult. He wanted the moment to be just YN and him, but being on tour it was rare for them to have a moment to themselves.

He debated popping the question whilst he had a show in Coventry, as it was the first show in the UK but something was telling him it just wasn't the right moment. He considered asking her in Paris, but then remembered she hated the thought of it being in a popular location. He began to believe there was no right place, but being inside Wembley Stadium made him realise that this is where it all began for him. If he didn't go to an audition, he wouldn't have met the love of his life.

Anne, Des and Gemma had arrived along with Harry's auntie, uncle and cousins. They all knew Harry had planned to ask YN today, ahead of the show, but the suspence was eating at them.

There was a quiet spell before the opening acts took to the stage. Harry took this as his opportunity "Babe...will you come with me to the stage a second?". Anne and Gemma sent him an excited grin as Teddy was cuddled up on Gemma's lap, knowing this was the moment they had been waiting for, for the last twelve years.

YN followed Harry out to the hallway as they made their way to the stage, Harry's arms slung over her shoulder and the little box discreetly hidden in his short pockets.

As the walked out and took in the empty stadium, before the room was about to be filled, Harry stood behind YN, his arms wrapped around her front resting across her collarbones.

"I'm so proud of you Bubs" YN began as she leaned back into his hold "Four nights in Wembley..you've absolutely fookin' smashed it"

Harry leaned down a pressed a kiss to her cheek "It all started here for me..and to be back just feels so fucking incredible".

"It's crazy to think that if you and Louis didn't audition that year...we wouldn't even know eachother" YN thought out loud, her hands reaching up to hold onto Harry's that were still wrapped around her "Fook...I don't even want to think about that". YN reached in her pocket for her phone "Let's take a photo..I wanna remember this moment".

After YN snapped the selfie of her and Harry, she studied the photo for a second, before turning to show Harry. As she turned, she realised Harry was no longer standing behind her, but knelt down on one knee with a black box in his hand, holding the little ring that was about to be on her finger. Capturing the moment, Lloyd was hiding behind one of the black boxes, positioned to the side of the stage.

For once, YN stood still and speechless. Harry began the speech he had rehearsed in his head for the last few weeks.

"YN..baby..it's been twelve years since I made you mine and my life has never been better...I would love to let you know all the reasons why I love you...I love you because you make me laugh when I needed it most...I love you because you inspire me to be a better person...I love you because you are extremely patient with me during my lowest points...I love you because you are an amazing sister who loves and takes care of your family...I love you because I know you’ll also be a great mother to our children someday...I love you because you have dreams and you’re not afraid to go after it...I love you because you dare to be yourself and own who you are...I love you because of how the light shines each morning together...I love you because of how comfortable silence can be, with you...and most importantly, I love you so much that I’ll want to be with you forever and I hope you’ll say yes. Will you marry me baby?"

Tears flowed down YN's face, Harry had always made her feel loved and wanted but listening to him list all the things he loves about her, was overwhelming. YN leant down and held Harry's cheeks as she kissed him deeply. Lips moving together, YN mumbled "Yes".

Standing up, Harry took the ring from the box and placed it on YN's finger, both admiring the start of their commitment to each other. "You're gonna be Mrs Styles".

"And I can't fookin' wait" YN excitedly announced, before Harry cupped her face and brought her in for another kiss. Their lips together in sync, YN's top lip being squeezed between Harry's as he deepened the kiss and moving his hand to sit at the bottom of her back to pull her even closer.

Pulling apart, but their hands still attached to one another, they couldn't wipe the smiles from their faces. "I love you"

"I love you more...Mrs Styles to be"

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RTA, speaking of pro-Sussex KK and fam, there’s something fishy imo about the Delaware-incorporated name of MM’s new ARO venture: Mama Knows Best. Whose “Mama” are we talking about, anyway? Mama Doria? Mummy Diana? Mama Momager Kris Jenner? Mama Megs herself? All of the above? There are just too many suspicious PR crossovers between the Sussexes and the Kardashians lately. Doria, Kris, Kim hanging out a few months ago and getting photo-opped together. MM appearing Kardashian-adjacent at Beyonce’s concerts. Harry going skiing with Kris’ SO. Harry allegedly zooming his Diana Awards appearance from a ski chalet on said ski trip. Kim snarking that she’s “Off to find Kate.” The rumors of the Sussexes guest appearing on the Kardashians’ new (struggling) show. Is it possible, do you think, that Mama/Momager Kris is Meghan’s (and maybe H’s as well) new business manager and/or business advisor?

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The Kardashians have been trying to get in with the royal family for awhile. Back in 2011 - 2014ish, Kim kept trying to make friends with Kate. Everything from creating and posting ‘Happy birthday Kate’ video messages on social media, giving interviews about how much she loves Kate’s style, naming products after Kate, sending Kate gifts (which KP always returned unopened), matchmaking Prince George and North West together (here’s an example), and paying for a lot of PR on the one time Kate wore the same dress Kim did in 2012 and again in 2015 when Kate rewore it.

As far as we know, Kate never reciprocated or acknowledged Kim Kardashian’s efforts. And for all intent and purpose, Kim gave up on trying to make fetch happen with the royal family. But then Meghan came around, who’s much more Kardashian-like than Middleton-like or Windsor-like that made Kim’s royal aspirations more of a reality.

One of the things I’ve noticed about the Kardashians - Kim more particularly than the rest of them - is that they’re always looking for the next thing that will further legitimize their fame and further solidify their status as “real” A-listers instead of grifters that know how to hustle (remember, the family is only famous because they monetized Kim’s sex tape). Up until Kim married Kanye, no one really took them seriously; they were reality TV stars and WAGs. And there’s nothing wrong with that. But they’ve always wanted more and they’ve always used other people to climb up the fame ladder, legitimize their fame, and develop business opportunities.

Which is what Meghan (and Harry) are. They’re a business opportunity for the Kardashians, who’ve been slowly pivoting to more “behind the scenes” producer-type work than “on-camera” talent. They probably see Meghan as an opportunity to do more directing/producing/developing but the joke will probably be on them - they’re too business-savvy (individually and collectively) for Meghan. Meghan thinks she’s business-savvy like they are but she doesn’t come anywhere close. The primary difference between the Kardashians and Meghan is that they have follow-through, and she does not.

I don’t see the partnership lasting very long. Kris only works with people she knows and people who’ll listen to her/do what she wants. The way I see it, the Sussexes have been lovebombing the Kardashians to become family friends so that Kris will work with them. But that still leaves the “listen to/do what other people say” problem, which is probably going to be Meghan’s downfall. She thinks she’s the expert in everything, which will 100% cause problems with Kris.

And then there’s the WME of it. The Kardashians are WME clients (just like Meghan...hey, how about that?!). WME helped Kim get a role in the American Horror Story franchise. The Kardashians could also be friendly with the Sussexes because WME is making it worth their while.

#submission #ask #sussexes

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sideprince · 3 months

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Today's hot take: when Harry started his first year at school, Snape expected him to appreciate the opportunity and the escape Hogwarts gave him from his abusive home, just like Snape had at his age. Snape gives him an opportunity to prove himself and Harry lets him down. I have no doubt that Severus 'I corrected the text and made it better' Snape read all his books in anticipation of going to Hogwarts, and showed up knowing as much as Hermione did on her first day. He calls on Harry in his first class because he's curious about Harry and wants to know how clever he is, and when Harry doesn't know any of the answers, Snape assumes it means Harry is taking his place at Hogwarts for granted.

He doesn't yet know Harry is abused at home, but he does know that he's an orphaned wizard living with Petunia who Snape knows the measure of enough to know she won't have started hating wizards any less than when they were kids. He likely sees that Harry is thin and bears signs of neglect, because he knows them firsthand. I think he may have had a hope that he might connect, in some way, with his once best friend's son, and when Harry shows up looking like James and seemingly not having opened a single book, Snape assumes he has no curiosity and is arrogant like James had been. And to be honest, Harry could have done better; if he'd read through the books with real interest instead of just flipping through them, he might have been able say, "I don't know what happens when you combine asphodel and wormwood, but I do know that wormwood is an herb and asphodel is a flower."

“Potter!’ said Snape suddenly. ‘What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?’ Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione’s hand had shot into the air. ‘I don’t know, sir,’ said Harry. Snape’s lips curled into a sneer. ‘Tut, tut - fame clearly isn’t everything.’ He ignored Hermione’s hand. ‘Let’s try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?’ Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn’t have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter. ‘I don’t know, sir.’ ‘Thought you wouldn’t open a book before coming, eh, Potter?’ Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. He had looked through his books at the Dursleys’, but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi? Snape was still ignoring Hermione’s quivering hand. ‘What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?’“At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling. ‘I don’t know,’ said Harry quietly. ‘I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you try her?’ A few people laughed; Harry caught Seamus’s eye and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased. ‘Sit down,’ he snapped at Hermione. ‘For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren’t you all copying that down?'

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Ch. 8

A lot of people like to read this moment through the lens of Victorian flower language, but there's also a lot going on between the characters. Harry had "looked through his books" but that isn't clear to a teacher who can only see his baffled face, contrasted with Hermione who knows every answer and has clearly put in effort and interest. I think Snape has high expectations of his students, in part because he doesn't understand or value how brilliant he really is himself and assumes others should have similar abilities. He doesn't appreciate that Harry, like most people, can't just recall information he read casually and didn't deliberately study.

Harry, for his part, is also not academically minded. He was given a rare, incredible opportunity to escape a terrible home situation and spent a whole month with little to do but wait until it was time to go to Hogwarts. An entire identity that he was unaware of and that connected him to his parents was suddenly revealed, and his textbooks were the closest thing he had to understanding their world, and all he did was peruse them. Even if he wasn't the smartest kid or an academic like Hermione, if he's read them with the curiosity many others would have had in his situation, he would know what at least some of the ingredients Snape mentions are, even if he doesn't know what the various effects of combining them is. Snape asks an array of questions and there isn't a single moment where Harry shows any sign of recognizing what he's talking about even remotely. If he'd read his books with any real interest, he would at least be going, "I remember seeing this... damn I don't know what the books said, though" in his head, even if not out loud. We're seeing the narrative through his lens, but there's no sign of him recalling anything, only his defensiveness at how unfair it is that Snape thinks he didn't crack a book open when he did - and yet Snape might as well be speaking Greek to him. I don't think Snape's biases against him were fully justified, but I do think there's truth in Harry having a certain degree of hubris and an ease with which he accepts that he's a wizard - special, privileged, destined for greater things - that resembles James.

The other thing I think is worth pointing out about the above excerpt is not only that Snape has given Harry a chance to stand out and prove himself in order to see what he does with the opportunity, he also ends this moment by telling the other students to copy down what he's saying. He hasn't lost sight of the fact that he's still teaching, and we see this in him again and again, most especially right after he's killed Dumbledore, when he's still teaching Harry to close his mind even as he fends off his attacks. Through this whole scene, even though it seems like Snape is taunting Harry and singling him out to make him look foolish, what he's actually doing is teaching and gauging Harry's personality. Every word he says is knowledge he's passing on to his students, and he demands that they take them as such.

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goldenbuckyyy · 2 years

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THE ONE

Summary: Three years later, Harry sees you again.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (exs)

Word Count: 3.7kish

Warnings: None. Maybe ambiguous ending?

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Harry always wondered why he let himself make the choices he had made all those years ago.

He tells himself he was weak. He was too young to know any better. But in all honesty, he was an idiot. He was too dumb to see what he had right in front of him.

And it’s a mistake he has been paying for since the day it happened.

He had made a mistake the minute he had let Olivia kiss him.

He often wonders what was going through his mind when he allowed himself to let her lips touch his. He remembers being hesitant, but he also remembers not pulling away.

It wasn't because he was infatuated with her. She didn’t have anything he wanted or needed. He was a millionaire already. A household name. And his celebrity status was only growing by day.

He didn’t need more fame. He was good with his money. He didn’t need Olivia’s name tied to his. He already had yours tied to his. A wonderful actress and a name most people already knew.

Not because of him. You were just known because you were that good.

It was lust.

Lust for another woman. Someone other than the love of his life.

Lust because of the way Olivia’s green eyes always followed his every move. The way she’d invite him to her trailer to help him rehearse when you weren’t on set and the sneaky touches she’d do to get his attention.

Harry tried to resist her. Did his best. But he fell weak to his sins and let her kiss him that one night.

And it was downhill from there.

He let his lust for Olivia cloud his judgement and he lost the love of his life because of it.

And now… five years later, he’s still with her. Trying to make it work, but not seeing a future with her. But not wanting to leave her because if he leaves her, everything that he did was for nothing.

All the pain he caused you was for nothing if Olivia and him break up. It’ll be a slap to the face.

And he doesn’t think he’s brave or strong enough for that.

Harry sighs as he twirls his iced vanilla latte in front of him.

He was sitting in an empty cafe, but a cafe that you love. Or used to love. He didn’t know anymore.

He was home in London for business, away from Olivia, and he needed to clear his mind. He felt lost within himself and wasn’t too sure what to do anymore.

He felt unfulfilled, distracted, and unhappy.

He was almost thirty-two years old and felt empty. His shoulders are sagging as he feels the weight of the world on them. He gulps down the dryness he feels as his thoughts seem to overtake him and proceeds to sip on his coffee.

He hears the door ring as someone walks into the small cafe. He lets his curiosity take over and peers up to look up at the stranger.

It was barely seven am and the cafe was nearly empty. He wondered who the other morning bird was. Or a night owl. Depending on the way you looked at it.

He stilled in his seat when he recognized who the stranger was.

It was you.

The last time he had seen you was three years ago at the Venice film festival where the night ended in a nightmare. He had spoken to you after that profusely apologizing for the events he caused, but you only listened to him to please him and told him to take care after his rant.

He stopped bothering you after that. He didn’t want to be that person in your life anymore. So he stopped. He knew he had to let you go and it killed him. But he wanted you to be happy.

But looking at you right now as you walked in, he still felt that feeling he hadn’t felt in years. He felt heat rush to his face as he watched you, his heart accelerating, and the smile that wanted to break out on his face making his lips twitch.

He watched you as you walked in, holding your nude colored scarf close to your face to keep the cold December chill away from your face, your cheeks flushed with the cold air either way, and your entire body was covered by a darker nude colored oversized coat.

You walked up to the counter, giving the barista your biggest warmest smile, throwing your hair back, and fetching your wallet from your bag.

Your hair fell down your back and it was the longest he’s ever seen you have it. He let his eyes follow your every movement and it’s as if you felt him watching you. Because once you paid, your eyes found him, eyes locking together, and your smile didn’t falter. Your eyebrows crinkled together as your expression was shocked as if you couldn’t believe he was really in the same cafe as you.

Harry wasn’t sure what to do. Should he stand up to greet you? Should he just wave and smile? Should he just look away and pretend he wasn’t just caught staring at you?

He didn’t have much time to weigh his options because you were walking towards him already. He watched you as you walked towards him. Walking tall with your shoulders straight, and filled with confidence. You were glowing.

He stood up quickly when you reached him.

“Harry!” You exclaimed as you surprisingly wrapped your arms around him, pulling his entire body down towards you, pressing your cheek against his as you hugged him tightly against you, and Harry almost melted in your arms. His senses are filled with warm scents of your favorite perfume.

Harry wrapped his arms around you and when you pulled away, he wished the hug hadn’t ended so soon. He was still in shock. He looks down at the woman he once called the love of his life and wonders if you are still the same person as before.

You hold onto his arms as you look him up and down, “I can’t believe you’re in London right now! In this cafe! Wow!” You exclaim with a big smile as you look at where he was sitting.

“Is this seat taken?” You ask as you gesture to the empty seat in front of him.

Harry snaps himself out of his daze, quickly shaking his head, and gesturing for you to sit down. You adjust yourself into the seat, placing your bag on the back of it, and tugging off your scarf.

Harry goes back to his seat, fumbling as he sits down, and watches you with a small smile.

“You look amazing,” Harry says to you and you smile at him.

“Thank you,” you say, fixing your coat around your body, and smiling at the barista who brings you your order.

You place the big chocolate croissant in the middle of the table, parting it in your hands, and start to eat. Harry doesn’t miss the pretty ring on your ring finger, but he doesn’t allow himself to focus too much on it. His heart was tightening slightly.

“You can have the other half,” you say casually as you chew your half. He hesitantly gets the other half, “Thank you,” he says as he munches on it. Thinking about what he should say. He doesn’t want it to be awkward, but he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“How have you been?” You ask him, sipping on your iced drink.

Harry wipes his lips with a napkin, “I’ve been good. Needed to come to London for some business, but I’m heading back to LA at the end of the week.”

“How fun! I assume congratulations are in order for your latest win,” you say with a cheeky smile and Harry blushes at your comment as he picks at the skin around his fingers. He wonders how you know.

Do you keep tabs on him like he does on you?

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you,” Harry says shyly at your compliment, his entire body showing how flattered he was.

“Don’t be coy with me,” you tease, “It’s another wonderful accomplishment. You should be proud.”

Harry sits up straighter at your words, “I am. I am, thank you. How have you been? I saw your latest film. You did wonderful, as always.”

You play him off with a wave, “Oh shush.” You smile at him as you open your coat, opening it up to reveal your cream colored oversized sweater, and cross your legs under the table.

You take a second to look at his face, your heart races underneath your chest, and you see how different he looks from the last time you saw him.

His beautiful chocolate curly hair was long again, piled up on the top of his head in a messy bun, a couple loose curls fell down framing his face, and his dimples were caving into cheeks with his shy smiles he was giving you. You secretly wondered why he had decided to grow out his hair again, but you continued to sip on your drink as you watched him.

The conversation between you two flowed easily, almost never feeling awkward, and you both feel thankful for it.

Harry could see from behind you the people passing by, taking their photos of him and you, and the internal anger he felt because of it never left him. He always hated that people tried to get the best photo of him whenever it got leaked where he was. And now that he was here with you? For the first time since the break up, since the messy Venice film festival drama that neither of you commented on, and now you’re both enjoying a drink together. He wonders how much the highest bidder will get paid.

The conversation never leads to Olivia nor Sebastian. Harry knows you’re still with him, but as to only what he sees on social media. But he’s too much of a coward to ask you about it.

It isn’t until Harry opens his stupid mouth and word vomits all over you.

“I need to tell you something,” he abruptly exclaims, which makes your laughing stifle, and you nod at him to continue. Your hands clasping together on the top of the table to stop yourself from fidgeting.

“I want to tell you that.. seeing you right now, in front of me, makes me feel indescribable. I haven’t seen you in over three years and you’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

“Harry,” you start to say, eyes softening with sadness, and your lips frowning.

“I have to say this, please.” He begs you, you frown, and nod for him to continue.

“I want to thank you for loving me all those years ago,” he whispers, voice low, and almost as if he doesn’t believe he’s saying these words out loud.

“You loved me in a way that I have never been loved before. Never. Not by Camille, not by Kendall, not Taylor, and not even bloody Olivia. Okay?” His voice wavers and the way you’re looking at him right now makes his eyes swell up with tears. He takes a second to compose himself, pinching the bridge of his nose to keep his tears at bay, and he pushes away a couple strands of loose curls from his face.

“You loved me with purity and honesty. You-you loved me with such force and passion… that I’ve been searching for that feeling for years since I left you. Nothing—and I swear to you— nothing has been able to fill the void you left in me. And that’s my mistake. And mine only.”

His eyes are staring into yours, threatening tears in both eyes, and your nose is turning into that shade that shows him you want to cry. He silently curses because he doesn’t want to make you cry. But he knows this might be his only chance to tell you how he’s felt the past couple of years. Truthfully and honestly.

Harry reaches for your palm that’s laying on the table top, the oval ring resting on your ring finger like gold, hesitantly he grasps your hand gently in his, and you let him. A rush of warmth runs through both of your bodies, but you both don’t show it. You bite the inside of your cheek to try and keep your emotions at bay.

You furr your eyebrows down as you wait for him to speak again. You raise your eyes to meet his own once again. Beautiful green eyes rimmed red.

Harry takes in a shaky breath, letting himself try to relax as he tries to not melt at the way his body feels touching your skin again, and he tilts his head as he watches you.

Watches the woman that still looks at him with love in her eyes, the one that makes his heart skip a beat, the one who’s smile never fails to light up a room, the one who can make an entire crowd laugh until they cry, and who’s name is still engraved on his heart and soul.

Your eyelashes flutter as you give him a small nod. Waiting for him to continue.

“I made the biggest mistake of my life when I did what I did to you. I won’t recount all my wrongs, but you know them better than anyone else. I especially— especially regret,” he pauses slightly, “what I did to you at the after party of our movie.” He says the last part in a whisper. He’s ashamed of what he did. He felt ashamed for forcing himself on you that night. And ashamed for the lasting scars he made on you at that moment.

“I know you may never forgive me— shit, I wouldn’t forgive me. But—“ Harry’s cut off by your words, “I forgive you.”

Harry’s mouth parts open in shock at your words, his expression turns into sorrow, and he immediately looks down. He feels his tears covering his eyelashes as his lips tremble. Not fully believing the heart of gold of the woman in front of him.

He feels you squeeze his hand in yours and he looks up at you. Red rimmed eyes and pouty lips.

You look the same except your face is nothing but sincere. You nod at him with a smile.

“It has taken me a long time to fully understand the events that transpired that night. I couldn’t believe it had happened for so long. Many long nights I spent wondering where we had gone wrong. Many that I spent cursing Olivia’s name. Cursing your name. Cursing my own,” you let out a sigh, “But.. everything happens for a reason. And whatever may that reason be… it’s the reason why all the events between us happened. We may never truly understand why we made the decisions we did… I may never understand why you did what you did.. but it happened. And I can’t hold onto the past any longer. I held on for so long— so so long.”

Your eyes glisten as you watch Harry.

“We can sit here all day long. Staring at each other and wondering about all the what ifs. We can even talk about it. But it won’t change anything. It won’t change what happened or has happened since. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m a completely different person from when we were together. Just how I know you are. We’re not the same people we fell in love with.”

Harry can bet a million dollars that isn’t true. You’re the same woman he fell in love with. But he won’t say that.

He lets you continue, his thumb brushing against your warm skin as he used to also do.

“We can sit here and pretend that we weren’t madly in love not so long ago. So in love that we didn’t care what people said and we did so without shame.”

Harry closes his eyes as he tries to memorize your face in his mind before this ends.

Your soft voice continues, “I miss you.” Your voice almost cracks at the words, but compose yourself quickly. You clear your throat with a cough.

Harry’s eyes open in surprise, deep regret written all over his face, and he opens his mouth to speak. But you hold your hand up to stop him.

“I miss you in a way that I would miss an ex best friend. I miss our talks. I miss the way you never judged me. You never bullshitted me. You’d always tell me what you were thinking and I never had to second guess you. We were perfect together. But life happens. Mistakes were made and now…”

You lean forward, gripping his hand in yours tightly, and lean your face against your enclosed hands. He does the same, soft tears falling down his cheeks, and you can feel your own cheeks wet.

Harry feels as if he’s about to have a breakdown with the emotions he’s feeling right now. He feels overwhelmed.

“Now I’m happy. I’m finally happy again. And I can't— I can't let you back in. I can't even let you be my friend. Sebastian wouldn’t have it. Because,” you pause and hesitantly continue in a whisper, “a part of me will always be in love with you. And if you’re in my life… I will never get over you. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed.”

Harry cries at your words, his shoulder slumping down, and body shaking slightly with his tears.

“If you’re not happy with Olivia,” you start saying and Harry looks at you with surprise, “Leave her. You deserve to be happy. So insanely happy that you can’t even believe it.” You squeeze his hands in yours.

Harry nods at your words, knowing they’re true, eyes glistening, and your palm cups his cheek slightly.

His face instantly melts in your palm, “I want you to know that there will always be a piece of you in me.”

“Always,” you both say at the same time with a small smile.

“I don’t deserve your time right now,” Harry whispers, eyes soft with sadness.

“You deserve the world. We all make mistakes. Some are worse than others, but it happens.”

Harry nods at your words and he knows it’s time to say goodbye. Not knowing if it’s forever or not. But knowing it’s the right thing to do.

“I should let you go. Let you get back to him.”

You agree with a hum, gathering your belongings, and standing up as he does the same.

Harry is the first to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms over your shoulders, holding you tightly against his body, and your arms wrap around his waist. Your head on his chest and Harry feels something against his waist. A small protruding belly.

Harry pulls away from the hug, looking down in confusion between your bodies, and sees for the first time your belly.

His jaw slacks down, mouth parting open in shock, and he wonders how he hadn’t noticed earlier.

He looks up at you with a confused face, “You’re…” He can’t even ask the question. The words he was going to ask were getting stuck in his throat.

You beam up at him, pretty eyes twinkling, “I am.”

“Wow,” he breathes out, heart breaking a little bit, and he can only smile.

“Congratulations, you must be so excited. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, B-Harry. I am,” you repeat with a smile and you reach up to kiss his cheek gently, his cheeks tint pink. Harry doesn’t catch the name you were about to call him.

“I’ll see you later,” you say, pinching his cheek slightly with a smile, and you both watch each other for a moment. Taking it in together. Both eyes taking in every inch of each other.

You walk away from him after squeezing his hand once more. Once you reach the cafe door, taking one final glance behind you, looking at Harry, and you smile at him. You wave your hand goodbye slowly and Harry waves back with a deep inhale to try to calm his nerves.

It kills him to see you walk away from him.

He watches you from the window. Watches your hand go to your lower belly on instinct. Carrying a child that isn’t his. Will never be his. And he knows you're happy.

He can see it in the way you walk, the way you’re dressed, and by simply the way you are carrying yourself right in front of him.

It’s the way he could see it when you were sitting in front of him mere minutes ago. With a smile on your face. The soft smile you had reserved for him. He didn’t know if that was still the case. But deep down, he wished it was.

He could see it in the way your cheeks blushed pink by his compliments, but that’s all it was to you. A compliment from a man. That’s all.

He wasn’t the love of your life anymore.

He was just the man you used to love. A man you used to be in love with. A man you used to picture your life with.

And it killed him inside that you were now living a life he wasn’t familiar with.

He didn’t know what your favorite color was anymore. Your favorite food. Your favorite movie. Your favorite memory. Your favorite snack. He didn't know any of that anymore.

It makes his soul ache in a deep part of his body. He feels his lips tremble slightly as he keeps his eyes on you. He knows he looks pathetic. With that sad look on his face as he watches the only person he’s ever truly loved walk away.

But…

There’s always a bigger piece in him that feels at peace knowing you’re happy.

That even though he didn’t end up being the man you married and had children with… that you were still living the life you both had planned once upon a time.

Even if it’s without each other.

Harry can only hope he is lucky enough to have the same ending one day.

He just wishes it was with you.

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daydreamswithme · 10 months

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hi, you said you mby wanted to get into writing? how about a meet cute situation? where harry is like famous and she doesn’t know but he looks familiar or something like that. if you don’t end up doing it that is also okay :) hope you’re having a good day xx

A/N: AAAH OMG!!! THIS ID MY FIRST REQUEST THANK UUUU XXXXX !!!! i didnt really know how to start this BUT I LOOKED UP SOME PROMPTS and chose this one:

THIS IS LIKE MORE THAN 2 YEARS OLD SO IT WAS WAY WAY BEFORE HARRY WON HIS GRAMMIES OR GAINED THE ALL THE FAME HE HAS NOW LOL (i started writing it right about the time lot first started in the usa i think????)

20: getting paired up at a dance class

You were running late.

So fucking late.

And you knew that Glenne was a perfectionist and she would have your head if you were late again-

But it wasn't your fault. Solely at least.

Everything was going wrong today. From getting your period this morning and staining your favourite sheets to the bus breaking down on the way down here, forcing you to walk the last 3 blocks in the pouring rain.

The universe seemed to hate you today.

Finally, though, you sigh as you push open the heavy door to the dance hall.

"I'm so sorry Glenne, I swear I got ready half an hour early and got on the early bus to come on time and oh my fucking god you won't believe what happened today-"

You are interrupted by a cough. And so you turn around slowly, prepared for the embarrassment you are going to have to endure, only to find that Glenne wasn't alone this time.

No, she was accompanied by Jeff and another man, but you just couldn't place a finger on who he was. You'd definitely seen him before because he looked familiar but-

" 'm Harry" is the first thing he says, before sticking his hand out for a handshake.

You take it, telling him your own name before he's cutting you off again.

"Oh my god your hands are freezing! Here I have an extra sweatshirt somewhere"

And he's running off, to the other side of the room where you find three gym bags placed on the floor. You turn quickly to Glenne, eyes wide and questioning before she mouths, 'Jeff's friend'

You nod in understanding and watch him shuffle through his cream crocheted tote bag, a sparkly 'HS' twinkling in the dance studio's light. A moment later, his hands pop out with a black hoodie, embroidered with 'Treat People With Kindness' that he hands to you hastily, urging you behind the room partition to change.

"This is Y/N?" you hear his voice again, and you are sure you've heard that british accent before, you just can't place your finger on it-

"Why? Interested?" you hear Glenne say in a teasing voice and you can just hear that stupid little smirk of hers-

"Alright enough, I can hear you, it's not like I'm actually in a different room" you say, quickly pulling the sweatshirt over your head but not before you hear some low murmurs. "Now let's get this over with" you sigh, while walking to the group. You turn to Harry, "Cute sweatshirt, thanks". He nods with a smile,

"Actually it's from-"

"Ah, you are all here...finally" the dance instructor comes in the room, and you narrow your eyes at her dig.

"I was like ten minutes late" you try to defend.

"Try 25" Glenne remarks while stretching, and you turn to Jeff who usually supports you, only to find him looking away from you, not wanting to get involved.

"Alright, let's start. Now, you two are the maid of honour and best man I presume?" you and Harry nod. "Now traditionally, you share a dance, usually a waltz once the guests are welcomed to the dance floor. We'll start first with leader's steps and see if that fits you" you both nod again. "Jeff and Glenne, feel free to do the same"

Your eyes fleet over at Harry for a moment, only to find him already looking at you. When you catch him he diverts his eyes quickly and you can't help the chuckle that leaves you.

"Something funny, Y/N?" the dance instructor chastises you, and just like you are a schoolgirl again you answer instinctively,

"No miss", making you and the rest of the group erupt in giggles. Harry is trying to hold it back, but you see the huge smile that takes over his face.

"Now, this dance is easy. It's exactly as it sounds, one leads while the other follows. If you are going for tradition, which I believe you are, it's usually the man that leads so, Harry, Jeff, turn to your partners"

Jeff turns to Glenne while Harry turns to you, putting his right hand out. He wiggles his brows and with a curious smile, you place your hand in his. He softly clutches it, before raising it and placing his other hand on your waist. You hear the dance teacher shuffling to put on the music and turn to Harry with a smile.

"Hey, so I've never waltzed before" you say, pursing your lips in a smile while he looks at you with a smile. "So if I accidentally step on both your feet at the same time, know that I'm sincerely sorry."

"I'll keep that in mind" he replies, giggling as he takes a step back. You follow reluctantly, taking a small step so you don't step on him. He nods, seemingly approving of your move and continues on.

You fall into a steady rhythm, one step forward, two steps right, one step left and one backward. It seems easy, you think to yourself and start making your steps bigger, your movement more confident.

That is of course, until you manage to step on both of his feet at the same time-

"Fuck!" you hear, a scream which breaks the beautiful silence that had encompassed the room, with you holding Harry's gaze, dancing like you had been doing it for years.

Harry runs for the small bench on the side of the room and a string of apologies spew out of your mouth. Jeff and Glenne look over, and you know, Glenne is going to kill you right about now-

"Shit! I'm so sorry Harry, oh fuck! Sorry!" you move over to him, who although clearly hurt, tried his smallest of smiles while reassuring you that it was fine, really, and it didn't actually hurt that much.

"I think that this is enough for today" you hear Glenne say through an annoyed huff, and you know, you know, you'll hear it over the phone tonight. You bite your lip anxiously, sliding next to Harry on the small wooden bench and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Really, Harry, I'm so so sorry" you keep repeating and a small giggle floats through your ears. You're confused, until you turn to see Harry with a cute bunny smile, his eyes crinkling as he takes your apologies in. You aren't sure if the pain is making him delirious yet it couldn't have possibly hurt that much, right?

"Actually, you know what?" He speaks up, looking at you. You shrug, confused by the sudden shift in his mood. Your eyebrows knit in worry, and you look at him with glossed over eyes, hoping you didn't fuck this up.

"I don't think I can forgive you". Your eyes wide. His smile is infectious as he looks at you, and you allow yourself to calm down, telling yourself that that he's just joking-

"That is, unless you join me for dinner tonight?"

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hi anna! i love your writing and was wondering if i could request something? i was thinking maybe something where you’re a singer too and harry goes to one of your concerts with his family and then introduces them to you? if not, no worries!💜

sure!!

country isn’t really my fave genre, but golden hour by kacey musgraves is a musical masterpiece ☀️🌄🌈

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“I just want to take a moment with you guys before we go back to the music,” you said, taking your mic off its stand and walked towards the edge of the stage. You carefully sat down, your feet dangling. “Much better, don’t you think?”

As an artist whose fame rested heavily on the shoulders of your fans, you made it a point to have as close of a relationship as you could. You used to perform in parks and post online where you were going to be, and it would turn into a picnic of sorts, everyone bringing blankets and snacks and listening to music. Once your career started taking off, you couldn’t do those small performances anymore, but you did what you could to remind your fans that you loved them and appreciated them for everything they did for you. You wouldn’t be where you were today without them.

A crew member handed you your acoustic guitar, the same one you’d had since you started this journey, and you began plucking at the strings idly.

“I just want to say some quick thank yous. There are a lot of people here in the audience tonight that mean a lot to me, and I think they deserve some love from y’all.

“My boyfriend is somewhere around here hopefully. Sometimes he likes to wander off,” you said, scanning the VIP box he said he would be in. Your eyes landed on him, and just seeing him from far away made your heart beat a little faster. “There he is! Hi, lover!”

The crowd craned their necks up to where Harry was waving and blowing kisses from the box, everyone going crazy for him.

Harry started out as your mentor, in a way. He asked you to join him on his first solo tour, which completely floored you since you only had an EP and one single on the charts,l. But he must’ve seen something in you, and since you’d been dreaming of going on tour since you started releasing music, you jumped on the opportunity. He was a really good friend to you on tour, and it was honestly one of the best experiences of your life. Everyone from catering to merch staff to the band was so kind to each other, it felt like you were one big family. Going on tour with Harry paved the way for your own tour and how you wanted the behind the scenes to look like.

Aside from that, you and Harry helped each other out with music. You gave him input on songs he’d recorded and he helped you write a couple songs on what would become your first album. His friendship meant everything to you, and even though that friendship blossomed into more down the line, you still considered Harry your closest friend.

Once the crowd died down, you held the mic up to your lips again to speak. “I want y’all to give him a big hand because without him, I wouldn’t be here performing these songs. Give it up for my Velvet Elvis!”

After your first album generated some buzz, people were eager to see what you put out next, but you weren’t in any rush. Making music was an organic process for you, and you didn’t want to rush or force creativity in any way. When you started dating Harry, though, you got that itch again, the same one that made you want to write until you couldn’t anymore. He didn’t help you as much with the writing this time around, but that was because the album was all for him.

“I also want to say a huge thank you to Harry’s family. His mom and sister flew all the way from England for this show, can you believe that?”

The crowd thundered again as you waived to Harry’s family. With not much family of your own, his stepped up in a big way. You talked to Anne on the phone almost as much as you talked to Harry. You wouldn’t say she was your second mother, as you could never replace your own, but she did have a special place in your heart. Harry and all of his family did.

“They surprised me today at soundcheck, and I immediately started crying,” you said, laughing a little at the memory. “I’m really grateful to y’all and all of your support. And you raised a pretty great guy too.”

After a couple more thank yous, the concert continued. You sang almost the entirety of your new album, and a couple of songs from your first album and EP. You sang a few covers that you used to perform at your small outdoor shows, a small nod to the fans who had been with you from the very beginning.

One song in particular had you feeling particularly emotional. You wrote it one afternoon while you and Harry were lounging in a meadow in your hometown. You went back often to see your grandparents, but you’d never gone with Harry. Your Nana and Poppa instantly loved him, and that’s kind of when you knew he was the one. You’d taken him out to a field where parties were probably still held after football games on Friday nights, but at dusk it was just the two of you. The sun was going down, its rahs hitting Harry in the most gorgeous way as he slept on a planet with his head in your lap. Reaching into your bag for the little notebook you kept for when the mood to write struck you, you uncapped a pen and began to jot down lyrics.

“I used to get sad, and lonely when the sun went down,” you sang, your fingers strumming the chords on a different guitar, one Harry gifted you on your one year anniversary. “It’s different now, cause I love the light that I found, in you. Baby don’t you know, that you’re my golden hour.”

You’d been looking up at Harry for a lot of the song, but when tears threatened to fall, you blinked quickly. You weren’t sure how Harry saw that you were on the verge of crying, but he started to make funny faces at you, which made you smile and even breathing out a small laugh as you finished up the song.

“You make the world look beautiful, thought I’d seen it all before. But lookin’ through your eyes, it looks like paradise.”

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The concert was coming to a close after two encores, and after you blew kisses and thanked the crowd repeatedly, you finally jogged offstage. You handed a stage hand your guitar, quickly tying your hair up into a bun high on top of your head. For the concert, you kept it down, but immediately after a performance you almost always put it up, ready to let the back of your neck breathe.

You hadn’t been expecting Harry since he was all the way in a VIP box, but it was definitely his arms that wrapped around you and spin you in circles.

“I’m so proud of you, baby, you have no idea,” he said, quiet enough that only you two could hear him.

“All for you,” you said when he finally put you down.

Tapping your nose with his knuckle, he leaned down to kiss you, but out of the corner of your eye you saw two figures and immediately left Harry in the dust.

“Anne! Gemma!”

You hugged them tight, thanking them profusely for coming to your show, even though you’d already thanked them about a hundred times. Harry pouted at not getting his kiss for about two seconds before his face broke out into a grin. He could never be mad at all his favorite people getting along.

“You were wonderful darling,” Anne said, and Gemma agreed, congratulating you on a great show.

“Thank you,” you said, meaning it wholeheartedly. Anne had been the only one outside of your writing and producing team to hear the album. You wanted it to be a surprise for Harry, but you needed some kind of outside opinion, so you went to his mother. She raved and raved about it over the phone and promised you Harry would love it. “I usually go outside for a bit and meet some fans and sign autographs and that kind of stuff, but maybe we could go to dinner after? If you’re tired from the flight I completely understand.

“I’m in,” Gemma said, and you worked out the details of where to meet once you were all finished.

“H? Are you going with your mom and Gemma?”

“Huh?” he said. He’d only been half listening, a little distracted by you. You weren’t really doing anything, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but lose time staring at you. He’d done it since before were together, and he couldn’t seem to shake the habit. When you repeated the question, he said, “I’ll stay with you. Wouldn’t mind saying hello to some fans myself.”

You and Harry waved goodbye to Anne and Gemma, then walked towards your dressing room so you could change out of your clothes. Harry was quiet as you dressed and undressed, helping you out of your fringe jumpsuit when you asked him to. When you finally changed into something more comfortable, you and Harry left the venue, his arm over your shoulders and kissing the top of your head occasionally as you broke down the whole show, wondering how he got so lucky to be your golden hour.

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Hallelujah South Park!

By Maureen Callahan 16 Feb 2023 - 17 Feb 2023

Will their delicious take-down of privacy-hungry Harry & Meghan FINALLY make them see what insufferable hypocrites - and global laughing stocks - they've become?

Well, she said she wanted to be a cartoon princess. Now, thanks to the brilliant minds at 'South Park,' Meghan Markle is one.

In 'Worldwide Privacy Tour,' which aired Wednesday night, Meghan and Prince Harry were savaged as hypocritical publicity hounds who nonetheless demand to be left alone. After promoting his memoir, here called 'Waaagh,' the 'prince and princess of Canada' move to South Park, whose children cannot abide their insufferability. At one point, the outraged prince flashes his frostbitten penis — to a child! — while defending his wife.

As the animated Harry and Meghan toddle around the globe, holding placards that read 'STOP LOOKING AT US!' and 'WE WANT OUR PRIVACY!,' their entitlement, stupidity and lack of self-awareness was sliced through by a cartoon talk-show host with, in my view, better questions than Tom Bradby or Anderson Cooper.

Appearing on 'Good Morning Canada,' Harry and Meghan — the latter speaking inanities with a Valley Girl accent — sit down to a chorus of boos. The impeccable line of questioning beings.

'Let me start with you, sir. You've lived a life with the royal family, you've had everything handed to you, but you say your life has been hard. And now you've written all about it in your new book, 'Waaagh.'

Harry: 'Yes, that's right friend. You see, my wife and I —'

Meghan: 'I was like, totallllllly, you should write a book 'cause your family, like stupid, and then [unintelligible] journalists.'

Host: 'So you hate journalists.'

Harry: 'That's right!'

Host: 'And now you wrote a book that reports on the lives of the royal family.'

Harry: 'Right!'

Host: 'So you're a journalist.'

Yes! Exactly right.

Meghan: 'We just wanna be normal people. This attention is so hard.'

Waaagh!' indeed. You have to wonder what the mood is in Montecito this morning, the online reaction from us 'normal people' nothing short of a rousing standing ovation. Do Harry and Meghan get it now? Do they understand that they are laughingstocks not just around the world, but in the province Meghan values above all others — Hollywood?

'South Park': Grade A+. Chef's kiss. This was a perfect episode. The only possible criticism: What took Trey Parker and Matt Stone so long?Granted, it seems every week does bring a brand new hypocrisy. One must work hard to keep up. 'Because I'm from the States, you don't grow up with the same understanding of the royal family. And so while I now understand very clearly there's a global interest there, I didn't know much about him.

'That was Meghan Markle in November 2017, seated next to Prince Harry as they gave their first interview to the BBC as a newly engaged couple.A fair number of people — myself included — found it near impossible, laughable really, to believe that Meghan, creature of Hollywood and student of fame, had little idea who Prince Harry or the British royal family was. Or that this self-professed smart, savvy, well-cultured woman had not so much as Googled her fair prince before their first date. No social climber she!It all sounded very Yoko Ono, who, upon meeting John Lennon, claimed to have never heard of him.Now — could it possibly be — that Meghan was insincere? A newly resurfaced post on her late blog The Tig (think Goop, but more basic and obvious) reveals that Meghan was very familiar with the British royal family and with William and Kate's nuptials. She even wrote about the type of princess she, Meghan, dreamt she might someday be.

Hey, Harry: Don't feel too bad. Even Lennon fell for it. As he told Rolling Stone in 1971, Yoko had 'only heard of Ringo, I think.'Ringo! Not the world-famous half of the most celebrated songwriting duo of post-World War II Western civilization. When you're that well known, it seems, nothing is as refreshing as someone who claims not to know who you are or what you do or why people care about you. The implication, of course, being that said ignoramus sees through the veneer of celebrity to you. They like and love you for you, not the attendant wealth or social status or privilege or refracted fame that comes with being your other half. Here's Meghan in her 2014 blog post, fantasizing about becoming a princess while also mocking the entire idea, because she's just that cool and just that above everything, even a storied institution dating back over eleven centuries.

'Little girls dream of being princesses,' Meghan wrote. 'I, for one, was all about She-Ra, Princess of Power. For those of you unfamiliar with the '80s cartoon reference, She-Ra is . . . a sword-wielding royal rebel known for her strength. We're definitely not talking about Cinderella here. Grown women seem to retain this childhood fantasy. Just look at the pomp and circumstance surrounding the royal wedding and endless conversation about Princess Kate.

'Well, well, well. How will Meghan explain that away? Or as recounted by Harry, that upon meeting Prince Andrew she thought he was the Queen's handbag holder? Or, as she told Oprah in 2021, 'I went into [my marriage] naively because I didn't grow up knowing much about the royal family'?

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By the way, Meghan's 'grow[ing] up' would have been at the height of the royal family's coverage in global tabloids: Princess Di's supernova fame, the first future king ordered to divorce, Diana's death and the subsequent wall-to-wall 24/7 media coverage of her funeral.

Meghan would have to have spent her formative years in the Yanomami Amazonian tribe, thoroughly cut off from the modern world, to have known so very little about the royals.

How will Meghan explain, as she claimed in last year's insipid Netflix doc, that she had no idea how to curtsy or why it was important to show respect to the Queen? As she sat beside her husband, who looked pained and humiliated, Meghan characterized her first meeting with the late Queen Elizabeth, one of the world's most admired women, thusly:

'I mean, Americans will understand this,' Meghan brayed, because 'we have Medieval Times, dinner and a tournament. It was like that.'

What must Harry, who wrote in his memoir that Meghan knew 'almost nothing' about the royals, be thinking now? Will he think to himself that his now-wife knew well and good who he was? As Andrew Morton wrote in his 2018 biography 'Meghan,' her friend Ninaki Priddy said that the future duchess 'was always fascinated by the royal family. She wants to be Princess Diana 2.0'

This seems to be the root of Meghan's self-obsessed rage, does it not? She married the spare. She'll never be the next Diana. If anything, Catherine, Princess of Wales, is carving out a similar beloved place for herself amongst the British people. Meghan is the also-ran, attempting to run a rival court out of a soulless Montecito manse while decrying the uselessness of all things royal.

But don't you dare not call her the Duchess of Sussex!

Lest we forget, Meghan's overarching message since joining this family has been the smug, insufferable, disingenuous utterance, 'Be kind.' It's what she said in that first interview with Harry, claiming that she made it very clear to their matchmaking friend she had one non-negotiable quality in a potential mate:

'And so the only thing that I had asked [our mutual friend] when she said she wanted to set us up was — I had one question — I said, 'Well is he nice?' 'Cause if he wasn't kind it didn't seem like it would make sense.'

We all know now that Harry isn't very nice. You don't take millions from your father and cling to your titles while disparaging and insulting him, then tell the world — for years — that they're a family of racists before taking it all back and blaming the press for your woes while revealing all manner of your father and brother's private pain and intimate information and get to call yourself a nice guy.

On top of all that, we're meant to feel sorry for Meghan and Harry.

You don't mock the physically disabled female teacher at your boarding school for kicks, as Harry did, and get to call yourself nice. You don't double-down and name this poor woman in your memoir, blame her for not being attractive enough to make you 'horny', then recount the serial humiliations you subjected her to without ever expressing an iota of remorse or guilt or shame and get to call yourself nice — let alone a humanitarian and a thought leader in mental health.

Mental health advocates — these two! It's just amazing. No matter how many discrepancies, these two evince nothing, not so much as a blushing cheek or a head hung in shame. They're like two dead-eyed sharks, moving ever forward through the chum in their wake. They don't seem to understand that credibility and authenticity is paramount when trying to launch themselves as personal brands.

They also don't seem to understand what laughingstocks they've become. After the priceless Jimmy Kimmel bit about Harry and his todger, after Stephen Colbert mocked the royal family to Harry's face during his appearance, 'South Park' — a show that gleefully flays hypocrites of all stripes — has focused their ire on these two professional victims. No one deserves it more.

As the young animated character Kyle exclaimed, 'It is seriously driving me crazy. I'm sick of hearing about them but I can't get away from them! They're everywhere. In my f***ing face.'

A cri de coeur for us all. Alas, Harry and Meghan seem to lack the one quality that might possibly redeem them: A sense of humor.

MAUREEN CALLAHAN: Do Harry & Meghan see they're now South Park jokes?

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daisie do u feel like this whole holivia mess is jeopardizing your feelings towards harry? Cause i feel like it is for me a little bit :/

Hi dear,

In a sense yes. But not in a 'I don't like or support him anymore' way. I understand his position in the industry as a closeted queer person inherently limits his choices and options.

But besides that, I am very angry that his team is more than happy to use us when it's convenient for promo, to sell stadiums and overcharge tickets. To sell shitty merch to. But then in the same breath use as scapegoats and throw us under the bus as hysterical Harry Styles fangirls who are jealous of his girlfriend. And then to have Harry in print on Rolling Stone allude to the same. THAT was a massive slap in the face. Especially because he had, up until that point, fervently DEFENDED not only his fans, but fans who are women. Fangirls who are brushed off as the butt of the joke and ridiculed at every turn. He had defended us. But then comes Olivia Wilde with her made up sob story of 'poor me, his unkind jealous fans bullied me online for no reason wah wah', and he allegedly commented in support of it, going against fans? Brushing off actual criticism as 'ridiculous jealous fangirls'.

Angel Sue, H, Harold, Harry....It's a complicated relationship. I absolutely hate that Harry is pissing me off. But he is. I still love him. I'm not gonna stop loving him. I still love his music and Fine Line is forever my lifetime favorite album. BUT I am allowed to love him and be super fucking pissed with him and call him out on his bullshit. If you truly love someone this is what you do. You're not a yes person. You actually give your input and true feelings.

And I will say that his approach and his team's approach of staying quiet thru this and "standing by" Olivia is really putting a terrible taste in my mouth. Their standard approach is always to not comment or say anything, then drop some cute pics/videos of H being his adorable self and expect fans to bend over, take it and forget why they were angry. But this isn't going away.

I mean they literally called us hysterical and in the same breath said that it doesn't matter what they do to our faces, we'll still buy movie tickets and line around the block, and drop our whole month salaries on LOT. That is incredibly insulting.

The nerve to shit on us but in the same breath tell us to buy movie tickets and drop thousands for love on tour tickets. THEY'RE BLATANTLY BOASTING ABOUT USING US TO OUR FACES!!! IT'S SO INSULTING.

So naturally, yeah I'm annoyed at him right now. But I am also aware that feelings are transient and I won't feel like this forever.

I just wish him and his team were a bit less afraid to stand their ground publicly on some instances.

In this case, Olivia and DWD have absolutely harmed his image. He's now a bit of an asshole. Even for people who don't care or just vaguely read a headline or watch some gossip on the news. He went from showbiz's sweetheart to another Hollywood dickhead celeb who's always in some drama.

And FOR WHAT???? An ill advised PR stunt. A movie that has given him no leverage in Hollywood so far. And a leech of a beard who found her golden goose ticket to stardom she had only ever dreamed of. And she's full of it thinking she's the shit now. A narcissist thru and thru. Bringing everyone and herself down in her selfish quest for fame and money via a movie that should have died in pre-production. And would have, if not for Harry Styles and his legion of 'pathetic, jealous fangirls' who still buy any ticket he's selling.

Truly, this is this woman's level of narcissism:

Alright this is PURE rant. Can you tell I'm pissed? lol

Oh and btw, don't give this woman money. Don't pay to go see her movie, don't stream it on HBO. You can watch it for free on *other sites*, I'll share all the links. We're a huge fandom, we can do anything. If you *must* see it in theaters then buy a ticket to something else and sneak into dwd. Don't support her or validate her pitch for the stunt saving this movie via PR. Bc that's what it'd be doing too in addition to giving her millions $$ now and in future projects.

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How It Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 6

Harry and Y/N spend the morning after the Grammys together, deal with the fallout from a drunken decision and Harry makes Y/N an offer she can't refuse.

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Y/N woke up to her hotel bedroom strewn with the contents of her suitcase, a pounding headache and a slew of Instagram notifications. Beside her, Harry lay in her spare set of pink silk pyjamas. It was certainly quite a sight.

True to her word, there had been no funny business when they'd got back to the hotel, although it had admittedly been tempting. Instead, they had cracked into the minibar. And that had resulted in Harry trying on half of her clothes. Because, as Y/N had asserted, Harry was "due a leather wearing era". Embarassing, she thought now. Although he had looked unfairly good.

Then Harry had insisted they record evidence of the evening, and of how he looked in Y/N's clothes, something they were both maybe a little too excited about. Y/N propped her phone against the dressing table and found herself dragged into Harry's lap as the self-timer ticked down.

Harry had grabbed her phone before she could get to it and was halfway to posting it to her Instagram profile by the time she snatched it back.

She had vetoed the caption he'd written out: Popstars in Leather, Coming Soon to Theatres Near You. This was on the basis that a) it didn't make any sense b) it sounded like a bad porno and c) there was a very real possibility that their fans would actually believe that they were announcing a film and the fallout from that would've been such a headache that they probably would've had to actually make a film called Popstars in Leather.

The Y/Nfication of Harry Styles

Tagged: @/harrystyles

Comments:

@/user1 MY FAVES TOGWTHER AT LAST

@/user2 this is gonna inspire a new wave of bisexual crises

@/user3 im sorry is harry in her clothes, im not ok

@/user4 is this a relationship announcement or...

Y/N brought up Twitter, knowing that wpuld be the place to go to see what fans really thought. And sure enough both of their bames were trending. There were the inevitable accusations that one or other of them was too good for the other, or that one was leeching off the others fame, but mostly people's minds seemed to be breaking a little at the fact that they had finally shown evidence that the knew each other.

Y/N grinned to herself, she kind of loved messing with her fans, feeding them rumours that didnt quite make sense so that there was always something new for them to discuss, but they could never be sure enough of anything to make a solid guess about what was going on in her life. The chaos of it let her keep a bit of privacy, as she could hide the truth in plain sight.

She just hoped Harry felt similarly.

Now, Y/N chugged back some paracetomol and a pint of water, keen to stave of her hangover from developing further. She brushed her teeth, and started gathering her clothes from around the room, careful not to wake Harry.

Thankfully, she only had a few days worth of stuff with her, so it didn't take quite as long as it might have. Y/N found her last remaining set of clean clothes - she couldn't quite face the implications of putting on the clothes she had leant Harry last night - and hopped in the shower.

"Morning," Harry groaned when she returned. His face was still buried in Y/N's pillows. She planted a fresh glass of water and the same painkillers she'd taken half an hour before on the bedside table next to him.

"Morning handsome," she smirked. "I know we planned to go out for breakfast, but how does room service sound?" she said. "Not sure we would fair well moving very far after the amount we drank."

"Oh thank god," said Harry. "I don't think I'll be able to sit up at a table for a couple of hours." He gulped down half of his water.

Y/N tossed him the menu. He picked it up and studied it intensely.

"Pancakes, please," he said.

"Alrighty." Y/N picked up the phone and dialled the room service number. "Pancakes for two," she said. "Oh and coffee," she added. She turned to Harry. "You want coffee?"

"Please," he said gratefully.

"Yeah, and a massive pot of coffee, thanks. Just charge it to the room." Y/N hung up. She joined Harry back on the bed.

"Oh, I would've paid," Harry said with a frown. "You were kind enough to put me up for the night, after all."

"Don't be daft," Y/N laughed. "You might be a multi-millionaire, but so am I. This is hardly going to bankrupt me," she said. "You can pay next time," she added cheekily.

Harry chuckled. "I think I can manage that." He stretched. "Mind if I take a shower?"

Minutes later, he emerges from the shower damp and rosy cheeked.

"I've not thought this through at all," he said. " I don't have any new clothes to change into. This is gonna look like such a walk of shame, I can't leave the hotel wearing a feather boa, its the morning! Feather boas are a strictly nightime accessory." He scrubbed his hands over his face.

Y/N reached into her suitcase and plucked out the leather outfit of hers he'd worn in the photo last night. She chucked it at him.

"You're already all over Instagram in my clothes, you might as well lean into it, don'tcha think?"

Harry stared at the clothes for a moment, as if weighing up his options. "People will talk," he said.

"They're already talking," Y/N pointed out. She flashed him her Twitter feed. "It's totally your call. But I reckon this'd reduce walk of shame accusations by at least ten whole percent. At least in my clothes there is an argument that you're just borrowing cloth3s from a friend. Which ironically is exactly what would be happening."

"At least ten percent, hey? Hard to turn down an offer like that," Harry laughed. "And you're sure this isn't just an excuse to get me in your clothes again?"

"Can't it be both?" she said.

Flirting felt as easy as breathing with Harry. So much so that she sometimes worried she was laying it on a bit thick. Harry, though, gave as good as he got.

Y/N excused hersle fto the bathroom under the pretense of brushing her hair in order to allow Harry a little privacy to change.

She returned to him fussing with his hair in the mirror.

"You were right," he said when he spotted her. "I do look good in leather." He lets the implication hang in the air, and it's all Y/N can do to summon a good humoured grin onto her face and hope that the totaly brain malfunction he had just caused isn't entirely obvious.

Luckily, she is saved by a knock at the door and the call of "room service".

"Wait in the bathroom, yeah?" Y/N asks. "I know I just made you put on my clothes, but the last thing we actually need is visual confirmation that you stayed over. Hotel porters are notorious snitches."

"Fair point," Harry nods, doing as she'd asked.

It was just as well too, the person delivering their breakfast was, it turned out, a fan of hers and asked for a selfie together. Y/N agreed, on the promise that they wouldn't post it anywhere until after checkout time. The last thing they needed this morning was their location being leaked.

"Alright, you can come out now," she said once the person had gone.

"Thank God they hadn't checked their social media this morning, or that could've been a disaster.

Then he nodded.

"Like you said, they're already talking about us, right?"

"You can give these clothes back next time you see me," Y/N suggests with a fiendish smile.

"Well if I knew it meant I got to see you again, I would've agreed to wear your clothes much quicker."

They bypassed the perfectly good table and chairs and brought their breakfast to the bed, settling themselves against the headboard.

"I would've expected you to being having toast," said Harry plainly.

"Toast?"

"Yeah, because your album is called Morning Toast," he spelt out.

"Oh. Yeah I'm actually pretty much pro all breakfast foods to be honest. It's the best bit of the day," Y/N explained.

"How come?"

"Well you know how this life is, we're always moving from one place to another, sometimes you've got no idea where you'll end up by the end of the day, or when you'll next end up having a decent meal because you're so busy. But there's always breakfast, and I think its pretty easy to get a decent breakfast in most places."

"So breakfast is the one constant in life is that it?" asked Harry.

"Got it in one," Y/N grinned.

They continued to chat trivially as the ate their breakfast and sipped at their steaming mugs of coffee. Until, Y/N got a call from her assistant telling her they were due to leave for the airport in 45 mins.

"Ah shit," she said. "Alright, I'll be ready then." She hung up. "I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to kick you out so I can finish packing and get checked out," she said regretfully.

"That's ok," said Harry. "We probably shouldn't be seen leaving at the same time anyway. I'll let my driver know."

Y/N nodded, and rose to start gathering the last of her things.

"Driver's nearly here," Harry said a few minutes later.

"Ok," Y/N nodded. Harry put his suit from the night before in a suit bag Y/N offered him and slipped on his shoes.

"Guess this is goodbye for now then?" he said at the door.

"Yeah, for now," she replied.

Harry lingered in the doorway, then he leant down and kissed her on the cheek. As he pulled away, Y/N could've sworn that she caught his eyes dart to her lips, but neither of them did anything about it.

And with that, Harry turned away and walked to the lift.

She closed the door behind him and went back to packing. About two minutes later however, she received a text from Harry.

Harry: When can I see you again? ...to give back your clothes no other reason of course.

Y/N: of course, no other reason...

Harry: I wish I'd kissed you just now

Y/N: I wish you'd kissed me too. Next time

Harry: Yes, I promise. When?!

Harry: I don't really have a free moment for the next two months. There's week when I have nothing on, but my agent is threatening to book me in on a couple of talk shows.

Harry: I can't wait two months I'll go insane. When is that week off?

Y/N gave him the dates.

Harry: What if I booked you in that week?

Y/N: Harry we dont exactly get annual leave in this industry

Harry: No, what if I booked you in for work reasons!

Y/N: I feel like I'm getting deja vu...

Harry: its a different offer I swear! And you can say no, but it just sounded like you very much didnt want to go on those talk shows!

Harry: I'm filming a music video for Treat People With Kindness, and I'd love you to be in it.

Y/N: Shit I love that song. Ok, I'm listening.

Harry: Really! I was fully expecting you to shut me down again.

Y/N: Depends on the premise. It better be good.

Harry: It is, I promise. It's gonna be a fifties style concert hall thing, all shot in black and white. And the idea is that I'm performing and there's a person in the audience who is kind of a mirror image of me

Y/N: I see where you're going with this

Harry: And you would basically get to vibe around, drink some cocktails then we'd dance on stage together at the end

Harry: Not like swing dancing or anything, it's more a double act than anything else.

Y/N:... that does sound fun.

Y/N considered the offer.

Y/N: Have your people talk to my people, I want to see a storyboard before I commit to this. And!! I want to sign of on my outfits for this, I don't wanna look like a twat.

Harry: YES

Y/N: I can't believed you're inviting me to be in your music video just so you can kiss me. Thats crazy energy

Harry: Hey! You can't agree to it and then say I'm crazy, that's not fair.

Y/N: Technically I haven't said yes yet.

Harry: I'd say I'm at least pencilled in

Y/N: I'll allow that. Putting it in my diary now. "Provisional plan: Kiss Harry Styles."

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