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VALERIE - Part I. (Harry Styles)

I am BEYOND excited to show you this story!! i was so keen on writing a good ol’ enemies to lovers story and then this idea came to me out of nowhere and got me chained to my laptop once again, lol. i really hope you’ll enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

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The pink balloons keep bumping into everything on your way down the hallway, they even snake around some random dude’s neck and you almost choke the poor guy in your rush. You keep mumbling your sorry every time they hit someone in the head, but you’re not even paying that much attention. Your top priority now is to find the room you are looking for.

You almost miss it, so as you stop so suddenly you slide on the checkered floor before you step back and finally see your sister in the room, holding her little angel in her arms, Steven standing at the end of the bed, the proudest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.

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You fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist, tugged at an earring and smiled when a group of unfamiliar faces passed by. Jeff’s birthday parties were always well attended, but this year felt different since you knew you would--and planned to--bump into Harry.

You sipped on the drink in hand--vodka with soda and some kind of juice mixed in by the bartender who complimented your necklace.

Now, in the upstairs private dining room at a restaurant in Malibu, you ignored the face Tristan made when he took a sip of his own concoction. “This has too much grapefruit juice--do you want to switch?”

“Sure,” you pushed yours forward and swapped, already taking a sip when Tristan eyed you suspiciously.

“Wait, don’t you hate grapefruit?”

“I don’t care,” you shrugged, another scan of the crowd. He wasn’t here--at least, not yet. Tristan cleared his throat and let out a sigh.

“Okay, is this how the whole night is going to be? You just anxiously waiting to confess your love?”

“I’m not going to confess my love,” you clarified. “I’m just going to chat with him, see how he’s doing and if his house is finished. Take the temperature, y’know.”

Everyone had pretty much stayed out of it. Even Jeff, for the most part. Aside from showing up in your kitchen with a bag of donuts to bribe your kids, he’d left you alone and didn’t pester you over and over about making a big mistake.

You could admit it now, partially, when you were alone at night wondering if you’d grow old in this house and be single forever. You could admit it when you drove to the office and wished there was someone to come home to, someone who’d cook dinner, and listen to how annoying Tristan had been in the afternoon meetings or at events like this.

In the back of your head it was a truth you’d always known: life with Harry in it was better than any alternative.

But now you could admit it.

Which is why your heart dropped to the floor when you saw him hug someone on the other side of the room in greeting, Tristan pulled you by the shoulder behind a wall and you both peered around the corner, watched as he found Jeff and clapped him on the shoulder in celebration.

Was it childish? Was your hardcore crush that had somehow turned into more a complete waste of time? Maybe. You’d been telling yourself for so long that nothing could ever come of sex with someone eight years younger that you didn’t even give enough room for the possibility to breathe and potentially flourish.

“I’m going to need another drink before I have to face him.”

Tristan laughed. “So are we going to hide over here until that happens?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “But you can go get me another one to make me chill the fuck out.”

“Do you parent your children with that mouth?” he teased, taking your almost drink.

You nudged Tristan toward the bar and kept watch, Harry mingled with people you knew and some you didn’t--made his way around the room and up to the bar twice. You wondered if he’d meant all of the sweet things he said: I wanted to defend you, I’ve been waiting for this to happen.

If you’d known back then how you felt now--alone, sad, and filled with regret--you would have played your cards differently. But how were you supposed to know that something like this, something unexpected and strange would feel so right and could actually be what you needed?

After you finished the drink that Tristan returned with, you smoothed out the dress you were wearing and asked: “anything in my teeth?”

“No, but you look like an angry chihuahua.”

“Funny. Okay--if I look like I’m failing, come intervene and pretend to be super drunk or something.”

“I will not be doing that.”

“Okay,” you nodded, knowing it would be a tough sell. “Wish me luck.”

“Be brave!”

You elbowed into the crowd and snuck by groups of people, mumbled apologies as you tried to keep a new drink from spilling over the sides. He was with Jeff, a cocktail in hand when you came up behind him. Jeff’s eyes landed on you and then he tried to cut Harry off.

“Harry--”

“I just think it’s a bad idea, you know?”

Jeff’s eyes were wide when he greeted you. “Y/N--hi, we were just talking about the album.”

“Hi,” you bit out, forced a smile and tried to ignore the anxiety that buzzed down your spine.

They were talking about you, right? That level of intensity in Jeff’s eyes used to be reserved for nights when you’d snuck vodka from his parent’s liquor cabinet and now one of them came home earlier than expected.

You swallowed, wondered for a second if you should turn around and leave, grab Tristan and head for the door and hope you never had to see him again. “Sorry, I’m interrupting, I guess.”

“No,” Harry shook his head, stepped aside to let you move closer. “We were just talking business. How are you? I didn’t know if you’d come tonight.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, blinked a few times in confusion. You knew Jeff first--he was arguably your friend and Harry’s manager. If anyone was going to have claim over Jeff, it was you. You had thirty-two years of proof to back that up.

Jeff could sense this, he laughed a little and offered you a sarcastic grin. “Of course she’s here--she’s the sister I never wanted.”

You faked a laugh in his direction but then looked back at Harry, who’s eyes were glued to yours like his life depended on it.

Jeff nodded at his failed joke and the tension in the air, took a sip of his drink and looked between the two of you.

“Could Harry and I maybe talk for a minute, Jeff?”

He widened his eyes, wrinkled his forehead in surprise but then nodded quickly. “Yeah, sure--I’ll just--I’ll be over there.”

He hurried away, looked over his shoulder when Harry pursed his lips in a firm line and tried not to laugh at Jeff’s awkwardness.

“Hi,” you said quickly.

“Hi,” he smiled a bit. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“First time we’ve been at the same party, after all these years.”

He furrowed his brow. “M’starting to think Jeff was purposely keeping us apart.”

“That would explain a lot,” you laughed. “How are you?”

“Good,” he nodded. “How are you?”

“Also good,” you lied. “Yeah--busy, you know. The girls have a lot of extracurriculars but--”

It felt strange, interacting with him without the interruption of hands grabbing for snacks before dinner or pleading questions to stay up later and watch TV. He seemed to watch you closely, his lips set in a firm line when you trailed off.

“Right, is the body wash doing well?”

“Great, yeah, sales are through the roof,” you lifted your hand to gesture along with your words, then immediately felt stupid when he let out a tiny laugh that made your heart swell and break in the same moment. You had to spit it out, take a leap of faith and hope that you wouldn’t crash to the ground in failure.

“But, I actually just wanted to let you know--”

Of course--with your luck and your karma and apparently the entire universe now conspiring against you and Harry--someone put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey!” he turned to greet them, clearly excited and surprised. “Oh my god, I didn’t know you were coming!”

A man and woman, around your age, fancy clothes. They both hugged him, smiled apologetically at you when he angled his shoulders to face them and ask a thousand questions: when did you get to LA, how long will you be here, are you free for dinner this week?

You shifted on your feet uncomfortably and this prompted Harry to snap back to reality. “Sorry, Y/N, these are my friends Percy and Lillian,” he turned back to them. “You guys should go get drinks, the bartender is amazing.”

They nodded, moved in that direction when he called after them. “Get me another, just a sex on the beach.”

You pulled your head back and eyed him. “You drink sex on the beach?”

He laughed and looked back down at you, “I love peach schnapps--but, sorry, that was rude of me--you were going to say something?”

“Right,” you nodded, wind gone from your sails as you rerouted. “I just wanted to let you know that CeCe’s ballet recital is coming up. She’s been begging for you to come. I can text you the details?”

“Oh, right!” He smiled. “Yeah, text me, I’ll definitely be there. And I’m still good to do dinner with them this week if they’re up for it?”

“Oh, they’re up for it,” you admitted.

“And CeCe’s birthday is Thursday, right?”

“Right.”

“Great,” he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, the Brit in him slipping out before he stammered. “Sorry--I just--I should go catch up with them.”

He rushed off at that, smiling when he rejoined his friends by the bar, completely unaware of the awkward conversation he’d just narrowly missed. Tristan, whose lips were wrapped around a paper straw, sidled up beside you with a disapproving look on his face.

“I can’t hear anything over the noise in here but I’m going to guess you didn’t actually tell him how you feel.”

“No,” you shrugged, “of course not. He and Jeff were definitely talking about me when I walked up and so that was weird and Harry said something about it being a bad idea. And then I was going to but those people showed up and then I panic-invited him to CeCe’s ballet recital!”

“Where Luke is supposed to be?”

“Where Luke is supposed to be,” you confirmed. “Because I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he frowned. “But that definitely just created more stress for you.”

“I know, it was dumb but I haven’t had more than one glass of wine in a few weeks and now I just think I should go home.”

“Boo,” he frowned. “Don’t be a party pooper. Have another drink and judge people with me.”

“I can’t even enjoy that right now because I’m so stupid.”

“Oh my god,” Tristan groaned. “Just go interrupt and tell him you love him or something!”

“You what?” Jeff was behind you when you turned around quickly.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, another sip to drown out his laughter on the other side of the room.

“You love him?”

“Why’d you ask what if you heard her?” Tristan made a face.

Jeff was serious, though, he wasn’t taking any bait. “Y/N, are you in love with him?”

You let out a groan and stomped a foot on the ground. Maybe it was the alcohol or the close proximity to someone you didn’t want to love, but you whined and answered him. “I don’t know, Jeffrey, okay? Now is not the time to discuss all of this.”

“You have to tell him that.”

“Yeah, well, why do you think I asked you to give us some time to talk?”

He pointed a finger to the floor. “You were going to tell him here?”

You rolled your eyes at all of his questions, and apparently, his shock at this discovery. “No, I don’t know. I was just going to see if he missed us or something, I don’t know!”

“Oh, he misses you,” Jeff nodded with confidence.

“Well whoever those people are showed up,” you gestured in their direction, threw your chin towards the girl who had better eyebrows than you and a smile as wide as the Mississippi. “Kind of interrupted.”

Jeff looked over and nodded, hands on his hips when he let out another breath, apparently still taking all of it in.

“Wait--speaking of interrupting, what was he saying when I came over? You did that whole wide-eyed shut the fuck up look you used to do when your mom would walk in the room.”

He sipped his drink casually when he recalled the moment. “It was nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“It was nothing, Y/N!”

“He said something was a bad idea.”

“Yeah, music shit.”

“Or Y/N shit?” Tristan challenged, a flick to Jeffrey’s shoulder with his free hand.

Jeff rolled his eyes at both of you. “How many drinks have you people had?”

“Enough to handle being in the same room with him right now.”

“Wow,” Jeff nodded, unimpressed. “You really do love him.”

You smacked him in the chest playfully and ignored his statement. “Are you going to tell me what you were saying about me?”

“Oh my god,” he complained, a grand gesture to let you know just how annoying you were. “He just said that it feels really weird to not live with you guys--I told him to tell you that and he said he thinks that’s a bad idea. But then you interrupted us, so that’s all the intel I have.”

“See?” You turned to Tristan, “I knew this was all stupid. I would have told him that I miss him and he would have shot me down.”

“You don’t know that,” Jeff held up his hand.

“Then why did he say it would be a bad idea?”

He shook his head in disbelief, made a face like you were stupid. “Maybe you don’t know this, Y/N, but he was really hurt when you asked him to move out. I’ve seen him break up with people before but--that rocked his world.”

Jeff referenced the event like it was a distant memory, like it was more than two weeks that now stood between you and the fateful launch party.

“Well he hurt me when he was late and didn’t tell me. I don’t want to live my life always wondering if he’ll show up--I already did that with Luke.”

“He’s not Luke,” Jeff said seriously, his demeanor suddenly shifting. “But if you’re going to treat him like he is, then nothing will ever work between you two.”

You shrunk back, even in a half-drunk state you could tell you’d struck a nerve in Jeff. Tristan sipped at his drink again and the silence between the three of you felt deafening.

“I just think you need to be honest with him. If you have feelings for him, tell him.”

“That was the plan tonight,” you admitted. “Maybe it will work some other day.”

“Well you need to figure something out soon. I’m sick of both of you being so scared to admit it to the other.”

“You’re filling in the blanks for him,” you reminded. “He said it was a bad idea.”

“Because he doesn’t want to get hurt again,” Jeff nodded.

“Well neither do I!”

He slung an arm around your shoulder and let out a deep breath, shedding the anger that had previously laced his voice. “I know. Shockingly enough you both want the same thing and are afraid of the same thing. But one of you has to be brave enough to take the risk.”

Tristan tossed back the rest of his drink at that, when both you and Jeff looked over to him with amusement, he shrugged. “I need to be drunker if we’re going to keep talking about all of this deep shit.”

**

CeCe turning seven made you feel ancient. So ancient, in fact, that you woke up Thursday morning with a splitting headache and a sore back. The alcohol from Jeff’s birthday probably took a few days to work itself out of your body, so you spent the first half of the week drinking your bodyweight in water and popping advil.

You weren't sure what you’d done to deserve it, but CeCe’s birthday request was simple: bring a friend to a trampoline park, with Harry, no mom.

At first you were sad. She didn’t want to spend time with you? Was Maeve’s pre-pubescent attitude rubbing off on her at the ripe age of seven?

But then, when she screamed at her sister the night before because she was wearing purple which meant Maeve couldn’t wear purple, you were glad to have the night to yourself and even more glad to dump their bickering on Harry. If he was so keen on being in their lives, he’d get all of it: the bickering, the yelling, the occasional shoving and hair pulling.

He was timid again when he arrived to pick them up, like he didn’t know how to interact with someone with whom he’d once shared a bed. Booster seats strapped in, snacks packed in a bag you prepared for him, money, water bottles, a change of socks in case someone’s got dirty. Pizza, CeCe had been begging, and soda, and then ice cream on the way home.

He nodded when you ran through the plan again, a small smirk on his face that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’ve got it.”

“What are you smiling for?”

“Well, I mean, I know what I’m doing, Y/N--s’not the first time.”

“I know, but she’s seven now and her friend still needs to be home by 9pm and make sure Maeve doesn’t have too much soda or else she’ll be texting on her stupid phone all night.”

“I thought you were taking it from her at bedtime?”

You sighed, about to reply before he cut himself off and backtracked.

“Sorry--not my place, I don’t--anyway. Okay,” he looked down at the four girls. Maeve and Hayley, CeCe and Lily. How on earth he felt comfortable bringing the four of them in public was unknown--probably would be until the day you died--but you practiced going with the flow and let out another exhale.

You were trying to play it cool in more ways than one. Cool mom, not anxious about sending her children off with a famous celebrity who had somehow doubled as the world’s best babysitter or stand-in father-figure. And then casual, nonchalant previous hook-up who didn’t have any feelings about interfacing with Harry despite all that had occurred between you. You’d practiced in your mirror a few times before she showed up, but nothing prepared you for the climbing heartbeat when he rested a hand on CeCe’s head lovingly.

“Okay, Maeve, call me if you need anything. Hayley--your mom already texted me so I’ll keep her updated if you guys are going to be late, but text her when you get to the trampoline park, okay?”

Hayley nodded and Maeve rolled her eyes. CeCe brushed hair out of her face. “Are we good? I have jumping to do.”

Harry stifled a laugh and looked back to you. “We’re good. I’ll text you, enjoy your night.”

They piled in and buckled before you could even shut the garage door and head inside. You poured some wine and stared out into the backyard for a moment, wondering how on earth you’d settled in this house and into a life you almost didn’t recognize. Just a year ago you were finalizing your divorce, trying to figure out where you’d end up, watching your father decline in health as Maeve started wearing a training bra.

Now they were choosing Harry over you and suddenly your family felt more incomplete than it ever had, simply because he moved out.

But instead of sulking in regret, you put on a movie and ordered your own take out. At only 7pm you were already struggling to keep your eyes open, but a vibrating from the end table pulled you back to the movie you were already bored of.

You grabbed your phone and saw it was Harry--a knot in your stomach twisted and tugged when you answered.

“Hi,”

“Hi, uh, everything’s fine, we’re okay, but Maeve maybe broke her arm? I don’t know--Lily’s mom is on her way to come get her and Hayley, so that’s good, but Maeve needs to go to the emergency room.”

“What the fuck happened, Harry, how did she hurt herself?”

You were already up and on your feet, flip flops on and keys in hand when you tugged a sweatshirt over your head but kept spouting off questions.

“Were you not watching them? Is she okay? What hospital?”

“She landed on it wrong, it might just be a sprain or something! Just come and I’ll tell you everything, okay? She’s alright, the EMTs already wrapped her up--”

“She’s going in an ambulance?!”

You were in the car now, heart beating rapidly when your mouth felt dry and the ignition turned on.

“I’ll meet you at the Cedars Sinai in Tarzana, okay? Breathe, Y/N,”

You hung up without another word, blew a red light on the way there and wondered if this was your punishment for being the worst mom ever. Had all of your bad decisions somehow come back to bite you in the ass, or break Maeve’s arm?

Was letting Harry take them to a crowded trampoline park a mistake? Did he get recognized and mobbed and Maeve was a casualty? The questions flew through your head as you flew down the freeway, but you couldn’t shake one particular thought: thank God Harry was calm.

If you were going to be this elevated and out of breath before you even found them in the hospital, someone needed to keep his cool and be able to remember the doctor’s orders.

You pushed into the emergency department of the hospital he’d directed you to in under 13 minutes. A sticker on your chest and a nurse who brought you down a hall to a room with a curtain pulled shut. When she opened it, Maeve was in the bed and CeCe was sat in a chair beside her, Harry paced back and forth.

His eyes were wide when he turned to see you, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

“Sweetie? Hi, what happened, are you okay?”

Harry moved closer to you, but gave you enough space to inspect your daughter.

“I’m fine,” Maeve rolled her eyes when you pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m fine, too,” CeCe said in the corner with an attitude. “It’s still my birthday, you know.”

“How could we forget?” Harry offered her a smile.

“What happened?” You turned around and asked this with force.

“What do you mean what happened? I told you on the phone, she was jumping and messing around and she just landed on it wrong. It was an accident.”

“I’m fine, mom--it hurts but I’m fine, you don’t have to make this a big thing,” Maeve argued again from behind you. You held out a finger to silence her, this wasn’t the moment for her to get involved.

“Were you watching her closely enough, Harry? How many kids were around? You can’t just let her go off and mess around at a place like that, there are so many limbs flailing about, it’s dangerous.”

“There wasn’t anyone else in there,” Harry shrugged.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, almost like he didn’t want to admit it. “I rented it out--I didn’t want anyone else there to, you know, steal the spotlight in case they knew who I was.”

You paused, looked from him to Maeve to CeCe and back. “You rented out a trampoline park for a 7-year-old’s birthday party?”

“Well, she’s not just any 7-year-old,” Harry smiled a little.

“No I’m not!” CeCe sang with excitement.

You gave him a smack across the arm. “Harry!”

“Oh my god, can you relax?” Maeve groaned.

You turned around to tell her to shut it--with a smile, of course--but the doctor pushed her way through a curtain and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Patel, you’re the mom?”

“Yes,” you nodded, crossed your arms and watched as she pushed x-rays up onto a screen.

“Good news is that it’s not broken all the way through, but there’s a fracture. We’ll do a cast for four weeks and do another x-ray then, see how it looks.”

“Okay,” you said, taking it all in. “But she’s alright? She’ll heal okay?”

“She’ll be fine,” Dr. Patel smiled. “The fracture is right here,” she pointed to the screen when she shoved the x-ray up in front of the light. “Four weeks and I’m sure she’ll heal perfectly. She needs to rest, for sure. Ice it tonight, there’s a pediatric orthopedist I recommend for the cast, we can get you an appointment tomorrow. Advil to handle pain over the next week or so but she should feel much better in a few days.”

“I told you,” Maeve snarled.

CeCe was happy sucking on a lollipop, a sticker on her shirt said Birthday Girl in sparkly pink lettering and you didn’t know if it was from the trampoline park or a friendly person in the Cedars Sinai emergency department.

Harry also had his arms crossed over his chest. Dr. Patel smiled and reported that a nurse would be in to give you discharge paperwork and verify an appointment time for Maeve’s cast. When you turned around to see her again, Maeve said: “don’t be mad at Harry.”

“Of course,” you rolled your eyes.

“Of course what?” Maeve asked.

“Of course you say don’t be mad at Harry--”

“Why would you be mad at me?”

“I don’t know! Cause she broke her arm on your watch,” you said, aware of how your emotions were getting the best of you. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do in front of the girls, maybe this was just another reason why you were winning the award for worst mom of the year.

“Fractured,” Maeve corrected.

“It’s not my fault,” Harry said quickly.

“Well you were the adult there,” you shot back.

“Don’t fight on my birthday!” CeCe whined.

“Typical parents,” Maeve rolled her eyes.

“He’s not your father,” you spit it out without thinking, words that caught everyone off guard and soon hovered in the air overhead when the room fell silent.

Maeve made a face, Harry let his gaze fall to the ground, his lips pursed into a thin line when he looked back up and changed the subject.

“CeCe, I heard there’s ice cream downstairs in the cafeteria if you want some?”

She perked right up at that, stood from her chair and then took his hand to head out of the room and down the hall.

Once it was just you and Maeve, she looked at you and waited.

“What?”

“You’re not going to yell at me?”

“I don’t exactly have it in me right now,” you admitted.

“I know Harry’s not my dad, just to be clear.”

You sighed, about to reply when she cut you off.

“But it feels like that sometimes. I mean, dad’s never around and Harry’s been around so much and you two--”

“I know,” you nodded. “I get it. Believe me.”

It was confusing, and if it was confusing for you, you could only imagine how confusing it was for them. Harry had become a fixture in their lives and someone they could count on, even more than they could count on their own father. And in Maeve’s defense, Harry did act like a parent in a lot of ways. Carpools, cooking, chasing them around the yard--you couldn’t be mad at Maeve for noticing the ways Harry undeniably fit into your family. She wasn’t the enemy, even when she called you on your feelings for him or pointed out the obvious chemistry. She was just observant and hopeful and innocently hoping that Harry would stick around forever. You could relate.

So it wasn’t worth getting worked up--the nurse came in and went over the aftercare plan and Maeve was in better spirits when Harry and CeCe returned with a dish of soft serve with her name on it. She complained in the parking lot that she wanted to ride in Harry’s car and when they both chose to ride with him, he shrugged innocently but promised he’d meet you at home.

He was only a few minutes behind you, let himself in the side door with both of them trailing him when you put the lid on your take out and slid it into the fridge.

“Sorry for interrupting your alone time,” he said with a nod at the half-empty bottle of wine on the island.

“Mommy, do I get another birthday since Maeve ruined mine?”

“I didn’t ruin yours,” Maeve gave her a light shove with her hip. “You got to stay up way past your bedtime, see? It’s already almost 11pm.”

“Which means both of you need to get up there and brush your teeth,” you informed them. “Say goodnight to Harry.”

CeCe filed over first, wrapped her arms around his legs and squeezed. “‘Night Harry thank you for ice cream and jumping!”

“You’re welcome, lovie,” he said, a hand on her head to smooth down her hair.

“Thanks for letting me ride in the ambulance by myself, mom never would have let me,” Maeve said when she wrapped her good arm around him.

“You went alone?” You stopped wiping the counter and looked up at them, somehow that detail got lost in the shuffle and just now clicked.

“And she’s fine and she’s home now, so,” Harry bit back a laugh when you exhaled with force.

“Okay, I can help you brush up, Maeve--I’ll be up in a second.”

CeCe took off at that, her feet disappeared up the stairs when Maeve looked at you, then Harry, then back at you. “I can do it, or CeCe can help. I’m fine, if you want to--I don’t know. Goodnight!”

Was she trying to give you two a minute alone? You made a face when she climbed the stairs but then found Harry smiling at you.

‘“What?”

“She’s trying to give us a minute alone,” he nodded, somehow aware of the thoughts in your head. You felt your cheeks flush at the immaturity of the moment, somehow your twelve-year-old was more in tune with the awkwardness in the kitchen than you were.

You stifled a laugh and stood frozen in place, unsure of what to say or how to behave. A part of you wanted to admit everything: the regret, the remorse, the way you wished he was down the hall or in the other room or simply a phone call away.

Blurting all of that out in your kitchen felt stupid and unpolished, so you put your hands on your hips and shifted your weight from one foot to another. Harry looked at the clock on the wall.

“Do you, uh, want a glass of wine?”

Maybe it was a stupid offer--it was late, the girls had to go to sleep--but something in you wanted to tug him close and ask him to never leave.

He hesitated for a moment, scanned your face, but then nodded. “Sure.”

He watched you reach for glasses and moved to sit at the island. When you corked the bottle and poured, he cleared his throat.

“I, uh, stand by the fact that Maeve getting hurt wasn’t my fault--” he smirked a little, “but, I’m sorry and I’m glad she’s okay.”

“Me too,” you agreed, pushing a glass towards him. “I guess that’s why they make you sign a waiver.”

“I know you think it’s dumb that I rented the whole place out, but I think it was a smart move, that way Maeve doesn’t have to be all embarrassed about being taken out on a stretcher.”

He ran a hand through his hair and laughed, the image of your embarrassed pre-teen brought a selfish smile to your face. He held his glass up and waited for you to clink yours against it. “To Maeve’s speedy healing and to CeCe’s seventh birthday.”

You sighed, “I can’t believe she’s seven. Makes me feel ancient.”

“You’re not ancient.”

“I have a twelve-year-old and a seven-year-old. I think that makes me ancient.”

He rolled his eyes at your theatrics. “How do you think people with twenty-year-olds feel?”

“Even worse,” you grimaced.

He smiled up at you when you set your glass back down. “Sorry we didn’t really get to talk at Jeff’s birthday--I know I was busy and distracted.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to make sure you knew about CeCe’s recital.”

“It’s on my calendar.” An awkward beat. “Is Luke going to be there?”

“Supposedly, he should be.”

Harry nodded, took a loud sip and looked around the room.

“How’s the house coming?”

“Good, yeah--been moving a lot of stuff in. Haven’t stayed over yet, but probably next week. It’ll be weird to live alone, though, haven’t done it in a while.”

“The girls really miss you,” you nodded, a playful eye roll to gauge his reaction. “I haven’t heard the end of it.”

“They do?”

Hope in his eyes when you nodded.

“Of course they do,” you laughed like it should have been obvious, like he should have known about their constant begging to see him or their recounting of happy memories. Remember when Harry said, remember when we, I miss being able to…

“I miss them, too.” Quiet for a moment when he looked at the wine in his glass. He looked up slowly, met your gaze before he shrugged like the words were casual or unimportant. “I miss you.”

When you didn’t say anything he stood up, a step closer to you while you tried to gather your thoughts, your words, offer up anything other than a blank stare brought on by butterflies and beating hearts.

“Mommy, are you coming?” CeCe was at the top of the stairs, her face barely visible around the corner and through her messy hair. “Maeve can’t brush my hair.”

“Coming,” you nodded, eyes on his for a second when he let out an exhale, you lowered your voice to speak only to him. “Sorry.”

He nodded, chest deflated when he took a step back. “S’probably for the best, right?”

Your lips parted to speak, but he turned on his feet and grabbed for his keys on the counter.

“CeCe--I’ll see you next week at the recital, okay? Keep practicing those pirouettes!” He made a funny face at her, a toothy grin when she giggled and then he waved over his shoulder. A half-empty wine glass on the counter was soon the other reminder of his presence when you climbed the stairs.

**

Getting CeCe dressed and ready to go was always a nightmare. Getting Maeve dressed in something that would compliment her cast, not clash with it, was a new dilemma that had you praying the next three weeks would fly by.

With the school year coming to a close and both of your children eager for summer to hit with full force, they were in better spirits despite the clothing dilemma that had plagued your house before CeCe’s recital.

She was three minutes late but still let you kiss her on the head when you pushed her off to join the other leotard-clad kiddos backstage. You found your seats with the Azoffs and Tristan, wondered if Luke or Harry would actually show up like they’d promised.

“‘Scuse me, sorry, m’just heading right there,” you heard his voice before you saw him, felt your shoulders rise up to your ears when you felt Tristan shift beside you to make room for him. He was cutting it close and by the look on his face when your eyes met his, he knew it.

“Hi,” he said it quietly, almost uncertain if you’d reply or give a greeting at all. You offered a tiny smile, Tristan patted him on the thigh once he took his seat.

“Harry!” Maeve grinned when she leaned down and saw him. “Mom, can me and Tristan switch so I can sit next to Harry?”

You were caught off guard by her question, fumbled with the program in hand when Tristan answered for you.

“Of course,” he said, stood and side stepped your daughter as she climbed over your lap.

Maeve threw her arms around Harry when she was close enough. “I have so much to catch you up on with Hayley!”

He smiled at that, hugged her back and then brushed hair out of her face when she sat. “We’re due for a guitar lesson, we can still work on strumming even with the cast on,” he told her. “Maybe we can catch up then.”

He glanced in your direction, another awkward smile when you felt the let down wash over you again.

You tried--you had made so much effort to shift your definition of family to let him fit in it. But sometimes people were too different and goals were too different and sometimes family doesn’t mean happily ever after, just like you always knew.

And you’d tried to tell him, piece together words to explain how you felt and what you wanted, but things always got in the way. Maybe the universe was trying to save you more embarrassment or maybe that was just an excuse you landed on to save yourself any more sleepless nights.

“He smells so good, by the way,” Tristan whispered into your ear, gaining an eye roll from you when the curtain opened. The audience erupted in applause, the sounds of happy parents filled the auditorium when a herd of first graders fell into place in pink tutus.

“There she is!” Maeve pointed up at the stage, a grin on her face so wide you could count her teeth.

CeCe’s face lit up when she found you all in the crowd, but when her eyes settled on Harry, she couldn’t hide her excitement. She waved and jumped up and down a little, gaining composure only when the music started to play.

She twirled around with grace, much more than you’d seen her carry in the backyard during squishball or the knock down, drag out fights she’d been known to have with her sister. She made it through the dance numbers with ease, and you didn’t even realize you were nervous for her until Tristan pried his leg free from your grasp: you’re hurting me.

There were only a few minutes of awkwardness when the show ended. Maeve told Harry about a science project and he shifted on his feet, stealing glances in your direction every few seconds. He excused himself to the restroom only seconds before CeCe burst through the door with a grin on her face, glitter on her cheeks and a ribbon in her hair.

“Did you see me mommy?!”

“I did see you!” You knelt down to squeeze her tight. “You were graceful and poised and you looked absolutely stunning! We got you flowers,” you motioned to the roses in Tristan’s arms, he smiled when he handed them over to her. They were almost as tall as she was but she wrapped both arms around the bouquet.

“You did really good,” Maeve admitted. “And the tutu looks great.”

She was distracted now, her eyes found Harry in the crowd as he walked back from the bathroom, both hands in his pockets until he heard her call his name. “Harry!”

“Hi lovie,” he knelt down and opened his arms. “You did so well! Did you have fun?”

“So much fun!” She giggled. “I didn’t know if you’d come!”

“Of course I came,” he said, his smile faltering a little when he looked up at you. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

You bit your tongue, now wasn’t the time to break your own rule: no shit talking in front of the girls. Sure, it was a rule you first adopted post-Luke, but now it almost felt like talking badly about Harry would hurt them more to hear than if you bad-mouthed their own father.

Maeve looked excitedly in your direction. “Mom, can Harry come to dinner tonight with everyone?”

He stood up now, hand on top of CeCe’s hair when he waited for an answer from you.

You were torn, bit at your lip for a second before you realized you needed to spit out some kind of answer. Your heart wanted him there and with you always, an addition to your family that you never knew you needed or wanted until he was literally under your roof. But your head was nervous, certain that the only thing that would come from this was more heartbreak and more confusion--and that was something that nobody needed.

“Yeah, sure--of course.”

CeCe clapped and jumped up and down again, looking up at her sister. “We can play squishball! I’ll race you to the car!”

They took off, climbed into the backseat and laughed the whole way home when you tried to prevent the headache that you could feel coming on. Jeff beat you back, Shelli and Irv too--soon the grill was on and Jeff wore an apron with handprints from three Christmases ago. Best Uncle Ever.

A few of CeCe’s friends and their parents tagged along, and soon you were handing out glasses of wine to other moms and wishing it didn’t hurt to see him help Maeve put her hair up in a pony-tail.

You kept yourself busy as host, do you need another drink, thanks for coming, we love the neighborhood. Anything to keep you from staring at him from across the backyard wondering what on earth he meant when he said s’probably for the best.

But he was calm, talked with Jeff and Irv and stood by the grill to help pass around plates when dinner was ready. He helped CeCe cut her burger in half and laughed when Maeve pulled out the waterproof wrap she’d convinced you to buy on Amazon so she could still go swimming.

He didn’t speak to you, though, quick glances your way when you’d reply to someone else--talking up and down and all around each other as if direct acknowledgement might cause the house to catch fire.

It was unavoidable, though, when he wandered towards the front of the house with his head buried in his phone, unaware that he’d caught you in a private moment.

The beep of Luke’s voicemail had your blood boiling, and you’d probably leave a string of threats had Harry not looked up and realized, finally, it was just the two of you in the driveway.

“Sorry,” he said awkwardly, eyes glancing around to confirm that no one else was nearby.

“No, it’s fine.” You pulled the phone away from your face and hung up. “I was just trying to get a hold of Luke. He said he’d come but then he didn’t show up. Now he’s not answering my calls, so--”

“Seems like nothing’s changed,” he nodded, disappointment in his voice when he shoved a hand in his pocket.

You let out an awkward laugh both at Harry’s sentiment and presence. “Yeah, well, I don’t know if we can ever really expect it to, right?”

“Right.”

The music from the backyard wafted over the roof, a car drove by outside the gate and he looked at you for a second before forcing out more small talk.

“How’s work been?”

“Good,” you nodded, an uncomfortable burn in your chest when you realized he now fell in the category of people who don’t know. He didn’t know how your meetings went, he didn’t know what you wanted for dinner. He didn’t know what Maeve was learning in math and he didn’t know about CeCe’s loose tooth.

“How’re things with you?”

“Good--my house is done, and I’m pretty much all moved in, so that’s nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of quiet, you know. No yelling down the hall or noise from the backyard.”

You forced a laugh, “must be nice.”

“It’s miserable, actually.”

You looked up at that, caught off guard by the emotion and seriousness in his voice. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he laughed like you were crazy, kept himself in check but then shrugged. “I just--I don’t know. I miss being here with you three.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been kind of shitty here without you, too.”

He took a step closer to you at that, eyebrows knit together on his forehead like he’d been waiting to ask: “Why did you make me leave?”

You searched for an answer, let out a few squeaks when he seemed to hang on every word. “Because I didn’t know what was happening, everything moved so quickly between us and--”

“You were scared?”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying.”

He let out a sigh. “I know what happened between us was weird and unexpected, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”

“I know,” you nodded, honesty pouring out of you like floodgates had been opened. “I think I just pulled back when I panicked and--I don’t know. I tried to avoid what ended up happening.”

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, another step closer. “Which was?”

“You leaving and all of us being heartbroken.”

He smirked, parted his lips to speak but you cut him off. “Instead of waiting for it to possibly happen, I became the queen of self-fulfilling prophecies.”

As if on cue, CeCe burst through the front door as she searched for you. When she looked up to see both of you in the driveway, she smiled. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes and laughed, surprised again by her wit and charm.

“CeCe,” Harry kneeled down, held out a hand to usher her over. “Do you remember what you told me about your art project when we went for pizza, that night a few weeks ago when you got a blue gumball from the machine near the bathroom?”

“Hmm,” she thought on it for a second. “The one with Mrs. Platsky?”

“Yeah--that one.”

“What about it?” She asked.

“Can you tell mommy what you drew?”

“Well, first she asked to draw what we thought of when we thought of ‘home’ a while ago, like a few weeks ago, I think. But then the next week she helped us make family trees and I drew mine with purple leaves,” she smiled excitedly and giggled when Harry nodded.

“Do you have that somewhere?”

“Yeah, in my backpack probably!”

“Do you want to get it so we can show mom?”

This made her nervous, she looked down to her feet, still in ballet slippers. “Well, yeah, but mom said we had to stop acting like we were a family.”

He looked down at her and then up at you, a small smile on his face when she shrugged one shoulder. “I was never acting, for the record.”

You held back a laugh, rolled your eyes at his smooth remark.

“Okay, I’ll go get it,” CeCe nodded, apparently that was enough for her. She ran off, back into the house to search for whatever it was, and for some reason, tears filled your eyes when he stood back up and looked at you.

“I don’t know what your definition of family is, but I can tell you mine.”

You tried to wipe at your eyes to hide any evidence of emotion, but he caught your hands and held them in his.

“I think of people I love, people I feel like I can be myself with. I think about this house, and your daughters, and I think about you. I think about the stupid fights that they have and I think about how happy I would be if I got to see them go off to prom or to college or on their first date--but that one makes me really nervous, actually.”

You laughed at that, the crack of a smile on your face brought one to his.

“I also didn’t expect this to turn out the way it did, but I don’t care if you’re thirty-two and I don’t care if you have children, because I love them, too. And I would rather be here in this house with a nontraditional definition of family than on my own in Malibu.”

You nodded, let him wrap his arms around you when you felt your forehead hit his shoulder. And because there was no privacy in this house or in this family, Maeve also burst through the door and smiled wide.

“Are you guys hugging?!”

“Does it look like we’re hugging?” Harry teased, opening an arm so Maeve could squeeze her way in.

She wrapped her arms around you, “I’ve been waiting for you guys to figure it out.”

“I found it, I found it!” CeCe came running out again, by now Jeff had wandered out too, Irv and Shelli looked on while Zoey came out to the driveway with Benny on her hip to see the commotion.

Harry knelt down again, helped CeCe unroll a piece of construction paper that had, as promised, purple leaves.

“Here’s you, mom, you’re up here near Grandpa,” she smiled. “Then daddy’s over here, and Harry’s here, then Maeve is next to me. Then Auntie Shelli and Uncle Irv are here with Uncle Jeff--and then Benny’s here, I drew a little baby, see?”

“I do see,” you placed a hand on top of her head, smiled through tears as she pointed around to all of the people who loved you, all of the people who you could be yourself with, all of the people standing around watching as CeCe proudly displayed her family tree.

“Mom,” Maeve tugged at your arm again. “I don’t mean to put you on the spot with everyone here, but I think now would be a good time to tell Harry you like him.”

Shelli let out a laugh, wrapped an arm around Irv when Tristan shouted: “I agree, Y/N, I think now’s a good time.”

You looked around at all of them, half embarrassed, but settled and content and actually happy. Then your eyes settled on Harry, a coy smirk as he looked at you expectantly.

“Do I really have to say it?”

“Mmm,” he nodded, “I think you do.”

“Fine,” you sighed, motioning a hand around the driveway. “With everyone as my witness, I think you’re pretty cool.”

Maeve cleared her throat, “and you love him.”

You tried to fight a smile, looked at Harry when he grinned down at Maeve. “You can tell your mom I love her, too.”

CeCe had crawled her way up to Jeff’s shoulders now, a big smile on her face. “Oh just kiss already!” she giggled.

Harry’s eyes went wide in her direction, “how did you know I wanted to do that?”

“I’m just smart,” she shrugged. “I know lots of things.”

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What would Y/N do if she realized Harry was in contact with his ex/ went to hangout with her behind her back?

her too ; h.s

a/n: i wanna clean out my ask box and make space for new requests bc i have a new wave of work coming out in the next month or so that i’m really excited for. I’ll be posting blurbs until i finish some of the stuff that you guys are waiting on, but until then! here we are! sorry it took so long!

It was an accident.

YN and Harry had become comfortable with one another in the year and a half they’d spent together. From the beginning, Harry had been completely honest with her when she asked him if he was capable of being one hundred percent honest with her at all times; and he agreed. 

The habit had been picked up due to YN’s awful habit of leaving her phone somewhere, always having it on silent, and never remembering where she left it. Harry had learned overtime to pick up her slack. Answering her phone when she left it in the kitchen or texting back a friend for her when she was running late to meet them for lunch. It was harmless. So harmless, she had begun doing it for him.

The first time she picked up a call while Harry was in the shower, she shrugged and told her he had nothing to hide. That if he did it to her, there was no reason she couldn’t do it for him.

YN never screened Harry’s calls. Never once looked through a thread of text message that wasn’t fully intended for her eyes to see. She minded her business for the sake of knowing she would never want anyone to do that to her. It was pure accident Harry had left his phone on the counter, and it was a coincidence that she was left in the kitchen finishing up dinner for the two of them while Harry was in the shower.

Thank you for seeing me. I missed you.

-Mags

YN tried to maintain her calm; control her overactive imagination and tame the wild beast inside her that was nudging with frustration that he had lied about going to the studio when he had gone behind her back to see his ex, Maggie.

She organized the facts she knew in her head before she allowed herself to spiral.

Maggie is Harry’s childhood best friend.

They dated for six years.

Maggie moved to Japan after they broke up to make a change in her life.

She doesn’t like YN.

Maggie is home. Now.

YN tried not to let it bother her. Kept an extra second of eye contact with Harry before he left the next morning. And despite not being able to sleep the night prior, she hit the ground running on work she had to do that didn’t need to be done until the end of the week. By Wednesday, she left with nothing to do, and the entire day was promised to her by the smiley beau she shares a bed with.

And then; she hears him roll out of bed at nine in the morning. She perks her head up, watching Harry roll into a T-shirt and jeans before he looks back at her with a frown on his face.

“I have a last-minute meeting at noon.”

YN doesn’t say a word in response, just stares at him blankly as she tries to consider what her next move is going to be. If she’s going to make a move or say a word at all. If she’s simply going to roll over and fall back asleep in hopes her boyfriend has made it clear to Maggie that they’re going strong, and he’s happy with her.

Is he happy with her?

YN swallows a thick lump in her throat, resting her head back down on her pillow in silence as Harry’s frown deepens and he flops back onto their shared bed, a kiss ready to be delivered to her lips.

“I’m sorry. I know I promised, but-” 

“I get it, baby. It’s okay.” She smiles softly, keeping the oncoming set of tears at bay by making sure not to blink. Harry looks over her face, making sure she was being honest before kissing her forehead, rubbing her cheek.

“I promise you I’m yours all afternoon,”

+

“What time did you say you were coming home?” She hummed, paying close attention to the grilled cheese she had sizzling in the skillet in front of her. 

“Maybe about an hour? Jeff caught me on the phone and needs me to look over some stuff then you have me to yourself.” YN hummed in agreement, the pair of them muttering I love you before hanging up the phone. She willed herself not to get upset; not when she hadn't allowed him to explain himself. And certainly not when she had allowed her mind to run rampant thinking about what he could possibly be out doing when he promised the entire day was reserved for the two of them.

She bit her lip, allowing her mind to be clouded by the unthinkable.

No. She told herself. He would never do that. 

It was one thing she thought she could be absolutely sure of, Harry wouldn’t see his ex-girlfriend twice without telling YN. 

Surely he would tell you the first time.

YN kept her mouth clamped shut, flipping the sandwich in the pan before letting it grill on the other side. Harry would be home soon; she would leave herself to confront him then,

+

Harry had been reserved for the last week.

It wasn’t like him to pull away, and it certainly wasn’t in character for him to break a promise that he was so keen on keeping. Harry came home at six at night; had dinner with YN and slipped away to shower. After being in meetings.

YN felt like she was losing her mind. He was cold one moment, the next he was next to her in their bed, snoring into her shoulder without telling her that he loved her before drifting off to sleep as they normally did. YN didn’t do well when it came to a threatened routine, and she knew she needed to speak up when Harry left his phone on the coffee table and she felt inclined to check if he was still seeing Maggie behind her back. 

The room is quiet except for the occasional strum of the guitar. Harry sat across the room while YN bites her fingernails and drafts every possible way the situation can swing if she brings up the message she saw a week ago, in tandem with his withdrawn behavior.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He mutters, guitar pick in his mouth as he leans over his instrument to scribble something down in his notebook. YN felt her heartbeat in her throat before shrugging her shoulders.

“Quarter for yours?” Harry sent her a half-smile, another strum echoing through the room.

“Writing another album for you. Your turn.” Her cheeks went hot at the assertion, a reaction that only he could ever illicit. Even when she was unsure about him, he still found ways to nudge at her heart.

“Maggie is home.” The playful energy in the room falls the moment she says her name, and it feels as though she may have started something she wasn’t quite prepared for. Harry clears his throat, refocusing himself on the work he was doing beforehand.

“Oh? Where did you hear that?” YN shrugs.

“Saw she texted you.” Harry’s face drains of color, looking back up to YN whose eyes are fixed on the ground. He knows she’s avoiding eye contact because she’s nervous. He just wishes there was something he could say to assert and prove he meant nothing by it. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” 

Harry’s mouth opened, and then closed, and then opened again. He was lost for words.

“Are you hiding something?” She squeaks. “Because I just need you to tell me.”

“No.” Harry assured, laying his acoustic guitar on the sofa before making his way over to her. “Nothing like that, YN. I just-”

“You felt like you couldn’t tell me?”

“No--”

“You just didn’t want to?”

“No!”

“Then what is it? What reason could you have to lie to me about seeing Jeff when I know she’s why you haven't been around all week.”

“YN--I didn’t-”

“What?”

“I didn’t want you to react like this. I know it’s been eating you alive, and I just. I didn’t want you to tell me i couldn’t see her now that she’s home.” YN narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, utterly perplexed.

“You think I wouldn’t let you see her? Me? The person who has been ever understanding that you’re friends with your exes? Who hangs out with your friends that you have a history with? Who invited your ex-girlfriend, Molly, and her new boyfriend over to our house to have dinner with us? You think I would stand in the way of seeing your childhood friend?”

Harry had resigned himself to being an asshole. The second the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was wrong. He didn’t know why he lied. He didn’t know why he snuck behind his girlfriend's back when she had been the most understanding girl he ever had the privilege of being with. And he loved her, and he knew that he fucked up.

“What’s the truth, H? Because you and I both know that isn’t it.”

It weighed on his heart like a ton of bricks, and he scratched his head before sitting back down on the sofa.

“The truth is, I love you. I’m in love with you, YN.” A fresh wave of tears made their way down her face, as she knew there was something to follow. Her arms crossed, and her heart on the line, her head fell empty when he opened his mouth again. “But there is always going to be a piece of me that is in love with her too.”

can u guys write something about p*ssy spitting? 🥺🥺🥺

I’ll do a little drabble!

———-

She couldn’t describe how much she loved it. Or why. But she did.

Perhaps it was the look in his eyes before he did it. The dark, lusty, mischievous look that took over him as he had his lips attached to her clit. He suckled, finding a pace and strength she liked and watched her chest heave as the pleasure soaked her. He lifts his head, keeping direct eye as he purses those beautiful, swollen pink lips and the stream of spit leaves them, dripping slowly on to her puffy, well used cunt. He would look right at her cunt after it landed, watching that bit of his spit as it dribbled from clit down to her asshole- or he would dive back in and spread it around with his tongue. Revel in the soaked pussy surrounding his face.

Sometimes it was different. When he was particularly rough, pounding into her cunt, he would pull out and spit thickly over her pussy. Taking the tip of his cunt soaked cock, he would give her clit a few taps or slaps, rubbing it in before slamming back in. The man loves messy sex, and the added spit only made the slide better.

It was a bit of an ownership thing too.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this? Hm?” Is often growled out before he spits on her. Finding that sick satisfaction that Y/N knows that it’s his pussy. It’s his to fuck, to lick, to spit all over. Knows that he’s the only one allowed to do it and the only one able to make her feel so good from such a dirty action.

Harry’s a dirty fuck. He knows that, she knows that and there’s no denying it. They both love it though.

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so you prefer bf!harry or fiancérry? why?

hmm it's really hard to pick!! i love both!

boyfriendrry is something i can come back to always, there's something playful and warm and welcoming and easy about it. a man who you can always find staring at you from across a crowded, rowdy room. a man who is all warm palms sliding across your cheek kisses and a cheeky gleam in his eye with a joke on the top of his tongue. a show off but he really only cares if you're watching. he's the hoodie you stole that you duck your nose into to keep smelling him on fabric. he's looking so perfect in your bed that it's a wonder why he isn't there permanently. boyfriendrry is private and soft and sweet and that perfect long stroll of getting to know each other to falling in love and carving out a life together.

but fiancérry is also its own moment. a man who sits across from you in a dimly lit restaurant who's got the first three buttons of his shirt undo and is staring at you in such a way that it makes everyone around you disappear. a man who watches you getting ready and strategically finds a way for his outfit to compliment yours. a man who's obsessed with your relationship and your future. he's acceptance and love that has no end in sight. he's more open, ready to stop keeping you all to himself and start showing you off. it's not grandiose or particularly loud messaging, but he will definitely make it clear. that massive rock on your finger certainly does.

we seen clingy y/n can we get a clingy harry berry please 😳

a/n: god I’ve been thinking about this all night, let’s see what I can whip up…(small dash of smut in this one, but’s fluffy too.)

Clingy

Harry wasn’t the possessive type. He didn’t need control over you, but if was during his free time home, you needed to be in his sights at all times. Your friends would joke around that you couldn’t even go to the bathroom without him following you, but you brushed it off. Harry was just…clingy. If it were any other guy, you wouldn’t have liked it, but you couldn’t blame him for how he acted. 

He was always busy, either recording or off on tour. You couldn’t travel with him all the time, which killed him. He wanted to be selfish and ask you to drop everything to come with him. But he knew he couldn’t do that to you. You had started living together, but ti didn’t feel that way. You had basically moved into an empty house out in Malibu, but Harry liked the idea of you being there even if he couldn’t be. 

When there was a three week stretch that he had a break, he spent every waking moment with you. And he did follow you to the bathroom, but that was mostly to shower with you or take a relaxing bath. If you were sitting on the couch, he had to sit right next to you, or even lay on you if you were lounging. It was cute at first, he missed you terribly while he was away. But you were used to having alone time. Your only time alone was when you trotted off to work. 

“Do you really have to go?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“You know, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life if you didn’t want to.” He wraps his arm around you, and pulls you to his chest.

“I know, but I like working. Just like how you like working.

“Can’t you work from home?”

“I wouldn’t get much work done if I did that. Look, I told my supervisor that you were home and she’s been very understanding about me coming in late and leaving early. I don’t want anyone getting annoyed with me, so I have to go. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You give him a tender kiss on the lips. 

“Don’t forget our friends are coming over tonight.” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be like that.”

“I’m not bein’ like anything. I’d rather just be alone with you us all.” He shrugs. You smile at him, and head out the door. 

Harry didn’t know what to do with himself while you were gone. He really didn’t want to think about work, this was supposed to be his time off. You were only able to use vacation time during his third week home with you. How was he supposed to get through two weeks of you being at work? 

Around lunch time he decided to go down to your office to surprise you. Every head turned as he walked through the door. You were working intently at your desk, you didn’t even noticed him standing in your office doorway until you heard a familiar cough. One that always got your attention. You looked up and gave him a tired smile.

“What are you doing here, honey?”

“Thought we could have lunch together.”

“I don’t have time for lunch today, I’m sorry. I wish you would’ve texted.” He walks in and closes the door the behind him, locking it. “Harry.”

“What do you mean you don’t have time for lunch? You’re not hungry?”

“Of course, I’m starving. I just have a lot to do before I leave in only a couple of hours.” You stepped away from your desk. The air changed, your heart was starting to beat faster with the way he was looking at you. “I can’t do this with you right now.”

“Do what?” He asks with a sly grin.

“You know what. That was a one time thing.”

“A lot of people will be gone, off on their breaks.”

“Can’t you wait until I get home? Literally, two hours from now.”

“We won’t have time, our friends are coming over, remember?” He moved behind you and pressed himself against your backside. He started kissing down your neck. 

“Harry.” You breathed harshly. This is why you didn’t mind him being so clingy. He just wanted you, all the time. No man had ever been so infatuated with you, and you basked in it. 

“Just tell me to stop if your really want me to.” He whispers in your ear. A shiver goes up your spine. 

“Close the blinds.” He steps away from you to close the blinds in your office. You couldn’t risk anyone seeing. 

“Think you’ll be able to keep quiet for me? Can’t have ya gettin’ fired from this job you love so much.” You’re facing each other now. You’re leaning against your desk. You put your hands on his chest as his hands slide down to your butt. He hoists you up, letting you sit on the desk.

“Nope, definitely can’t have that. I’ll be quiet, Harry.” 

“That’s my girl.” 

His lips were on yours in an instant. You had only had sex with him in your office. It was after your first week at the place, after everyone had gone home. He wanted to congratulate you on making it through your first week, and things escalated from there. Ever since then he practically begged you to do it again. He had been gone for a much longer stretch than you both were used to. You missed him as much as he missed you. You just weren’t the touchy type. Your relationship probably wouldn’t last if you both were clingy. One of you had to be stronger. 

You parted your lips for him, allowing him access to your tongue. He tugged your skirt up to your thighs, darting his hand between your legs. He swallows the moan you let out. He pulls you off the desk and pulls your panties down. You turn around, and he bends you over the desk. You hear the sound of his belt buckle come undone. You whimper at the feeling of his dick brushing up against you. You both groan when he puts it in. 

“Quiet now. Tonight, you can scream all you want.” He whispers in your ear as he begins to move. You put an arm over your mouth to stifle the sounds coming out of you. 

Usually, Harry wasn’t one for a quickie. He liked foreplay, but he just had to have you in this moment. He fucked you hard and fast. The sound of him slapping against you filling the office. 

“Shit.” You say under your breath.

“Come for me, love.” He whispers. 

That was all it took, you arched up into him and released all around him. His release shortly following, filling you up as much as he could. As he pulled out, his come started to drip down your legs.

“Fuck.” You say, grabbing some tissues. You try to wipe off as much as you can before pulling your panties back up. “Happy now?”

“Very much so. I’ll see ya at home.” He winks. “Thanks for lunch.” 

“You didn’t exactly eat.” You give him a seductive look.

“No, but you certainly look nice and full.” He smirks. “Besides, I plan to have quite the feast later. This was just the appetizer.” He kisses you on the cheek before exiting your office. 

//

That night you had friends over for a small cookout. Everyone was happy drinking, dancing, and some were swimming. Harry followed your every move. he was by your side every second. It wasn’t until he had to use the bathroom that you had a second to breathe. 

“It’s to even recognize you without him attached to your hip.” One of your friends comments, helping you plate up some more snacks in the kitchen.

“He means well.”

“It doesn’t bother you that he’s always up your ass?” Your cheeks go red, if your friends only knew the things you two did when you were alone. 

“No, it doesn’t. I only get to see him so often. So when he’s home with me, I don’t mind it.”

“But you don’t even get any time to yourself.”

“When he’s gone I get plenty of that, trust me.” 

“I just hope he’s not like possessive or controlling. He acts like your daddy half the time.” You blink your eyes at your friend.

“First of all, he does not act like my daddy. Second of all,-”

“He watches your every move. He needs to be touching you at all times. It’s weird, Y/N.”

“Well, I like it. And you’re not the one in the relationship are you?”

“I just couldn’t be with someone so clingy.” 

“I like clingy, must be my kink.” You say facetiously. Your friend rolls their eyes at you.

“Whatever works.” They walk away with the new snacks and you sigh. 

Harry had heard every word of the conversation. He honestly hadn’t noticed just how clingy he was. He didn’t even think he was being clingy. He just liked being around you. And he was the type of person that just needed physical touch. He appreciated you defending him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe you didn’t like it as much as you let on. 

//

Everyone left a little after nine. You were going through your nightly routine. Harry usually watched as you would wash your face, but he sat on your shared bed instead. He usually watched as you changed into your pj’s, but his eyes were glued to the ceiling tonight. You sat at the foot of the bed, and touched his foot to get his attention. He sat up to look at you. 

“Everything alright baby?”

“Yeah, just tired.”

“Alright.” You were waiting for him to make a move. He basically told you earlier he was going to ravage you tonight. “Well, we’re alone now like you wanted.” You crawl up to him, straddling his lap. “What do you feel like doing.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me babe?” 

“How…touchy I can be.” Your face falls. You knew he had to hear you and your friend talking earlier. 

“No, it doesn’t.”

“I don’t get on your nerves?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“It’s weird isn’t it? I mean, I follow you are like a lost puppy, even to the bathroom. Who does that?”

“Harry, people deal with missing other people in different ways. I write in my journal when I’m really missing you. You just happen to need to be near me.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t ware off. You would think after a couple days it would subside.”

“We don’t see each other as often as either of us would like. You’re probably just subconsciously making up for lost time. Or mentally preparing yourself for the next time you have to leave.”

“So when you’re just trying to watch your shows it doesn’t bother you that I just crawl on top of ya? Bein’ a distraction?”

“You’re my favorite kind of distraction.”

“You don’t get the way I do. I’m usually the one touchin’ you.”

“Does that bother you? Do you want me to be more touchy?”

“No…I like you as you are.”

“We’re just different Harry. I’m quieter than you, more to myself. I’ve always been like that. Something tells me you’ve probably always been like this too. You might have just not noticed.”

“Everyone around us notices.” He pouts. 

“Fuck them, Harry. They’re just jealous. Do you know how special I feel when we’re out to dinner with a group, and I feel your hand on my leg, or when we have to sit across from each other, and I feel your foot brush up against me? Or when we’re sitting around, like we were earlier, and your arm is around me? Or even when it’s just the two of us, and you mindlessly rub my back? I love all of that because it’s you doing it.”  You sigh. “I’ve never been super affectionate, and maybe you’re over-affectionate at times, but I think that creates a good balance between us.”

“So it never makes you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all! I’m alone a lot of the time, so when I feel your touch, it’s a nice reminder that you’re actually, physically here with me.”

“I’m gonna try to be around more for ya.”

“Harry, it’s okay that you’re busy. You have a time consuming job, and I’ll never blame you for that.” Tears start well up in his eyes.

“It just gets harder and harder every time I have to go. I miss you all the time. I know we Facetime and all that, but I just want you with me.” You wipe his tears with your thumbs. 

“I sort of wanted to surprise you when we go off next week, but I’ve proposed something to my supervisor, and she is working with HR to get it approved.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “I really don’t need to be in a physical office to do my job. And studies show people who work from home are happier and more productive.” 

“What are you sayin’, exactly?”

“We’re working out an agreement that if I take on a little more, that for six months out of the year, I could work remotely…so I could travel with you for a bit. I mean, there would be days I might be sitting in the hotel alone, but at least I’d be in the same city as you. Then I’d have to come back here and be in the office for the other six months. And she said I could probably space it how I want. So maybe two months with you, then two months in the office. A lot of my meetings end up being over Skype nowadays, so I wouldn’t be missing much.” 

“Are you sure that’s somethin’ you actually wanna do?”

“Harry, I want to be with you. We’ve been together for nearly two years. There are things I would like start doing with you and…” You look down. Talking like this, about your feelings was very hard for you. “Like…if we wanted to start a family, I wouldn’t want to be away from you like the way we are now.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. He is beaming at you.

“You wanna have a family with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“You wanna be with me til the end of time?” Your cheeks go bright red.

“Harry, this is already so hard to talk about, please don’t embarrass me.” He chuckles. “But yes, I do.” 

He grabs your face and kisses you all over, sending a surge of electricity through you. Harry was clingy, and you had absolutely no problem with it. 

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Styles & Co.Chapter 1.

Styles & Co.Chapter 2.

Styles & Co.Chapter 3.

Styles & Co.Chapter 4.

Styles & Co.Chapter 5.

Styles & Co.Chapter 6.

Styles & Co.Chapter 7.

Styles & Co.Chapter 8.

Styles & Co.Chapter 9.

Styles & Co.Chapter 10.

Styles & Co.Chapter 11.

Styles & Co.Chapter 12.

Styles & Co.Chapter 13.

Styles & Co.Chapter 14.

Styles & Co.Chapter 15.

Styles & Co.Chapter 16.

Styles & Co.Chapter 17.

Styles & Co.Chapter 18.

Styles & Co.Chapter 19.

Styles & Co.Chapter 20.

Styles & Co.Chapter 21.

Second Book: Sequel.

Styles’ Towers.

Third Book: 

The Rise Of Glory.

Fourth Book: Prequel.

Styles.

Extras:

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Original Story…

Being in love with your best friend’s brother can make things rather complicated. ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Harry’s POV

The Aftermath…

I Just Had Sex

Didn’t Mean To Do It

Chill it Out, Take it Slow

No Escaping Your Love

Concepts

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STOP!!!! ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE IS MY FAVORITE STORY EVER AND THIS WAS JUST PHENOMENAL!!!! I need to know how she reacts to Harry’s confessionnnn!!!!

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Sex Bucket List Fic Challenge -Masterlist

Good Evening! 

I wanted to make this the official masterlist for the ‘Sex Bucketlist Fic Challenge’. Listed below are the prompts and the writer’s tags (Read some of their previous work if you haven’t, these are extremely talented writer’s on this list and you won’t regret it!). 

I want to say thank you so much to everyone person who decided to be a part of this fic challenge. I am so excited to check out what everyone has been working on! I would also like to say thank you to my group chat peeps @harry-is-my-medicine @fromyourstrulyh @toothpastekissy  @meetmeinfleetwood and @detroitkiwis who helped and encouraged me to get this out! I have so much fun with you all and I am grateful that I know you! Also if I made any errors in this post, please let me know bc I probably won’t notice it first lol 

So here are a few things I have been asked about the challenge that I will answer: 

There is no word maximum on this challenge. For word minimum, I would prefer they be 500+ (This isn’t that important, write what you’re inspired to write!)

The last day to post your fics and send me the link is June 20th. If you need an extra day or two just let me know! I know life happens and this isn’t a top priority so don’t feel bad. (You can also tag The Bucketlist Fic Challenge)

Yes it can be apart of an au or a fic you’ve been working on! I suggest doing them as fic extras instead of full chapters, but if it ties into your plot then I am not upset with that! 

Have fun! This is such a cool way to share your writing with not only me, but all of the other writers on the list and their followers to! Support each other and read the other fics linked! 

I have listed the prompts that are included and the authors. When something has been posted, I will link it there! 

Again, thank you so much and happy writing!

 1. Adieu |  @meetmeinfleetwood​

2. Sexy Photoshoot and Sex in the Kitchen @toothpastekissy​

3. Good to be bad | @detroitkiwis​

4.  Consequences | Sex in Front of a Mirror @harry-is-my-medicine​

5. Angry sex backstage and elevator sex @fromyourstrulyh​

6.BabyHoney | @berrynarrybanana aka me lol

7. Wait @bfharry​

8. Strip Scrabble | @narrymccartney​ 

9. Look out, Lovers | @goldenfeelin​

10. In Childhood Bedroom @idkthisisjustforfanfic​

11. Through Paris, All Through Rome @stellarboystyles​

12. Sex on the Floor/against the door @trashmouthpogues​

13. Dress | @outofsstyles​​ | Masterlist

14. Bound For You @groovybaybee​

15, Naked Challenge and Spanking @soullikestyles​

16. London Town @sweetcreatureinthedark​

17. Bunny | @brwnskin-bunnyteeth​

18. Under the Table @hes-writer

19. Residue | @bopbopstyles | Masterlist

20.dry humping @harryswatermelonsegment

21. Dipping in Love | @avhrodite | Masterlist

22. too tired @harryskalechips

23. Hey Stranger @havethetimeofyourstyles

24. Close Quarters @majorharry

25. Sinful Innocence @psychedelicharold​

26. Remote Control Vibrator @helladirections​

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Hades Harry & Demon Harry

AU Pt. 1

AU Pt. 2

POC Reader, Plus Size Reader & Famous Reader

Series

Sub Harry, Breeding Kink & Anal

Older Harry & Inexperienced Reader

Weddings, Proposals & Honeymoons

Angst, Angst to Fluff & Cheating

Fratboy Harry, Boxer Harry & CEO Harry

Dom/Daddy Harry & Subspace Reader

Dad (& To Be) Harry & Single Parent

Fluff & Smut

Friends To Lovers

Smut

Angst To Fluff

Fluff

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✰ = smut

☂ = angst

(if there’s nothing next to it, then it’s fluff)

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24 hour bookstore→part one, part two✰: you meet harry one night while he’s in nyc and then he asks you on a date and things get…dirty

quarantine confessions: harry’s in la and you’re in nyc and he stops calling and you wonder if your kiss screwed everything up

the quarantine couch✰: you’re staying with your parents during quarantine and you have…needs

a trim: harry really needs a haircut

fuck ‘em only we know (light smut): based off of Bank’s song

boardwalk (summer feeling challenge): you and harry have a fun night on the boardwalk in ocean city, md

wallowing: after another one of your relationships end, you pour a large glass of wine and decide it’s time for some wallowing while fine line blasts throughout your apartment and your best friend comes to comfort you

wallowing part two (wip): you and harry have been seeing one another but nothing’s official; you two go out one night and he fucks up so you go home to wallow in your feelings—again.

ungodly hour→ part one, part two✰: request based off of chloe x halle’s song

26 ☂: request based off Gracie Abrams’s song 21 

fine line✰:harry plays you fine line for the first time and some things come out

tis the damn season: ✰ based on miss swifts iconic tune

green eyes☂: based on the song green eyes by Joseph, or harry wants to take a break

faking it: (light smut) you fake an orgasm and harry knows

october✰☂: september was filled with heartbreak, but october is offering you better things

house hunting: you and harry are looking for a house in italy

needy✰: you just really need dick

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SOMEBODY ELSE: you and harry are friends who start an arrangement…and then that arrangement ends and you’re left with impossible feelings as you watch him move on.*COMPLETED*

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EARLY MORNING GLORY (Extended Fic; chaptered): a slow burn, friends to lovers, harry au where he’s just starting out and it takes place in NYC.*ONGOING*

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IN MY FEELINGS: you and harry hate each other, but that doesn’t stop you from hooking up *ONGOING*

MASTERLIST

Remember….when…..Jack Whitehall said that Harry’s penis should get a ‘Pride Of Britain’ award…

and then proceeded to say that Harry’s the greatest swordsman Britian’s produced…. 

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» Harry Talk Tag

» Harry Astrology Talk / Harry Styles Astrology Compatibility Masterpost 

» Harry MBTI Talk

» Texts with Harry

Harry’s night out

Harry and the Quokka

Harry can see you waking up in his t-shirt

Harry doesn’t like waking up alone

Harry’s never one to follow the law

Harry’s a little jealous

Harry the Piping Plover

Harry just wants a taste*

Harry’s mustache needs some work

Harry wants you safe

Harry misses Sprout

» Harry Lists

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does: A List

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does (in bed): A Fluffy List

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does (in bed): A Smutty List*

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does as a New Dad: A List

» Drabble Challenge

“I don’t want you to stop.”*

“Stop being so cute.”

“Show me what’s behind your back.” and “No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”* (3k+)

» Standalone One Shots/Imagines

Some Like it Hot* (5k+)

Make It Like Your Birthday Every Day* (3k+)

Love You Most* (5k+)

Ruin You* (7k+)

Nine Months* (17k+)

» Miniseries

She’s Just Not That Into You  »  complete ✓

Part I

Part II

Part III*

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

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For those of you who like my writing lol here’s the mother load. Knock yourselves out. Hope you enjoy!

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YOU’RE TOO NICE

Y/N is Kendall’s personal clothing consultant and Harry’s ex and see some very risqué pictures of the two of them on New Year’s Eve. But considering you’re a kind person, you let it go and someone you hoped to never see again calls you out for it.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

PRETTY BABY

Y/N and Harry are best friends that are ridiculously comfortable with each other and have too much time on their hands now that Harry is on break since he refuses to live in his own house and camps out at Y/N’s flat.

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ABOUT LAST NIGHT

Harry goes home for the holidays and stays afterwards considering he’s on break and runs into the little shy girl who always was sitting next to him in school alphabetically. Only, where arrogant Harry seems to be the same, Y/N isn’t that shy little girl with a crush that Harry remembers. 

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HAND GESTURES

Y/N is absolutely done with being dressed like a high school prom queen whenever she steps out onto the red carpet. She’s finally establishing herself as the musician she wants to be but she feels ridiculous in her own skin from all these bedazzled costumes her stylist puts her in. But after a very interesting conversation with Harry Styles over his floral print life choices, Y/N finds herself with a brand hew stylist with a bit too much time on his hands. 

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SPACE FRIENDS

When both Harry and Y/N are sexiled from their dorm rooms by their roommates, they end up together where Y/N geeks out about her love for astrophysics and space, and Harry enjoys listening. But after a long night of adventures together, it’s time to go back to the real world and all they know is each other’s names and that they’re space friends. And though she has an alright boyfriend and a busy life with no time for friends, Y/N finds herself wondering what her space friend is up to on a constant basis.

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HALLWAY CHATS

Harry just wants to live like a normal person his age since he’s on break and decides to move into an apartment building that Y/N has been living in since college. Harry is literally the worst roommate every and she can totally hear him singing through the walls late at night while he’s showering and just because he’s famous and can sing doesn’t mean he has to do it loudly so she has no problem marching on over there next door and pounding on his door telling him to shut up. Harry finds it all rather amusing but Y/N borderline wouldn’t mind killing him.

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HISTORY LESSONS 

Y/N is obsessed with history and Harry is obsessed with her and somehow, over a series of lessons on the Miracle of Dunkirk, they find a miracle of their own where they just don’t want to kill each other but actually wouldn’t mind cuddling late at night. 

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PAINTED LIPS

Harry knew he was way in over his head when he met Y/N, but he wasn’t sure just how over his head he would be. And considering he’s found himself in some very compromising positions with her that could or could not be considering white collar art forgery crime, he’s starting to wonder if there’s any chance they’d ever be able to share their jail sell together. 

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TWO’S COMPANY

Y/N and Harry low-key can’t stand each other, but Y/N really wants to go on this trip to pay tribute to her grandfather and Harry doesn’t have anything better to do. So they’re kinda/sorta forced to go on the trip together and decide to fuck because hey they might as well since how else are they going to take out their anger on one another in the middle of a forest where they’re already sweating like crazy.

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DAMN PROFESSIONAL

Harry has always wondered about his neighbor. She keeps to herself and only lets him in when he’s escaping his one night stands in the mornings. She very professional, always on a mission, and seems very aware of everything going on around her. He was always curious of his neighbor, but he never seemed to really notice her. That is, until the new vigilante in London saves his life and he has to start looking for answers to questions he never thought he’d have to ask. 

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HOME REMEDIES

Y/N is doing just fine on her own and being in her new home for the holidays. Her old friend Kat is in London now, and there’s no need for her to go back to Holmes Chapel for any reason. But when the large city of London becomes small enough that they bump into their old childhood friend Harry once more, memories are recalled, feelings blossom, and the holidays become much more homey with Harry back in their lives. And there’s no place like home for the holidays.

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FLAT OUT

Not to be all domestic, but Harry and Y/N share Harry’s flat and it’s really more Y/N’s than it is Harry’s and Harry knows it and Y/N knows it but neither of them feel like mentioning it because Harry has a new Someone in his life and maybe the flat should just be Y/N’s now instead of Harry and Y/N’s, you know?

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RUM & COCONUTS

Y/N and Harry are that couple that’s been together for ages and Savie is just that friend who is constantly single and third-wheeling. In an attempt to find Savie a man and take a well-deserved vacation, the three find themselves visiting old friends in Jamaica where relationships are tested and someone gets down on one knee … but who is it and what will the answer be?

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LOVE ME DO

To earn money to fund her student film, and use wifi for free, Y/N starts a job as a bartender at a bar already under the expertise of Harry, the hot bartender Y/N can’t stop running romcom scenarios with in her head. But scorned one to many times, and tired of being consistently lonely, Y/N puts it out of her head that she and Harry would ever be together considering they seem to come from different worlds - and considering Y/N literally has no idea of how to be a bartender whatsoever. 

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MES YEUX

It’s the summer of 1983 in Northern Italy. Y/N and Harry haven’t seen each other for three years, and the last time they did see each other Harry had fingerprints on his shoulder from where Y/N had held him so tightly the night before because they knew their relationship had to come to an end. But now they’re back where they spent the majority of their childhood together, surrounded by their closest friends, and the angst is real. 

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ONE SHOTS

> High-Waisted, Short Tempered - In which Y/N has a family reunion to go to and Harry invites himself and Y/N’s cousins kind of drive the poor, sweet girl insane.

> Auto-Pilot - In which Harry has been flying a lot and Y/N is the most beautiful, confident, skilled private jet pilot Harry has ever met and the lines between friends and professionalism are blurred a bit.

> Cheesy Puffs - In which Harry works at the 24/7 corner convenience store just off campus and Y/N walks in a 2am demanding cheese puffs drunk off her ass only to turn around in horror the next day, hung over, in class to find the same curly haired boy who sat in the crisp aisle with her for three hours talking about her life problems.  

> Kitchen Table - In which Y/N works with little tots and loves them lots and Harry is a grumpy economics professor and even though they both live together and work on the same campus and know each other like the back of their hands, they still always fight over who gets to grade papers on the kitchen table and also can’t seem to realize they both just love each other a lot. 

> Bluetooth Connect - In which Y/N lives below someone with some great music taste who accidentally forcibly introduces himself to her by connecting to her bluetooth speaker and giving her such a fright that when he shows up at her door to apologize she realizes he’s a total cutie and maybe she shouldn’t be in just a towel.

> Late Night Lobby Flirtations - In which Y/N works as an all-night lobby receptionist and Harry lives in the penthouse and he makes her cupcakes and she pats his dog and they both crack a plan to help one of the girls sneak out to a party at some point but basically they just both really love each other and don’t know how to say it so Harry just hires her instead. 

> You Absolute Asshole - In which Harry keeps parking in Y/N’s parking spot right outside her dorm room and Y/N has to wake up at 5am just to tell him off, only for Harry to smile and wave as if he isn’t a thief.

> 3am Ghost Calls - In which Y/N doesn’t stay up past 3am often and the last time she was up this late was because she was binge-reading the Harry Potter series for the 15th time, but now she’s in the library cramming for her finals and it’s 3am and she’s pretty sure she’s just seen a ghost wtf. “You know, usually when a guy gets a call at 3am, it’s a sexy call … not a ghost call.”

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