The 14 Little Things Harry Does During Sex ~Short Scenarios~ (SMUT)

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writing a little sequel to Out of a dream and should be out next week!! thank you for all the love my cherries!! 🤍

Hard times

summary : harry messes around before a show and gets his zipper stuck on a doggy suit costume and you come to the rescue!

warnings : swearing, crying, fluff!

*currently writing a blurb so have this little thing 😝 ps not really proof read so sorry for any confusion in my outrages writing 😭*

It felt like you had been searching for years, left and right, through all the cracks for Harry at the venue.

Jeff sent you on a mission to find him after he didn’t rock up to the soundcheck right before doors opened and he was set to be on stage in about 2 hours.

You weren’t worried, well not yet you weren’t. You also don’t think they checked his dressing room since he’s like a little energetic 5 year old who’s just had 7 bowls of sugar because he can’t ever sit still.

Knowing that for a fact because he’s either running around the stage, backstage, the whole ass venue or even exploring in some small janitors closet or something. Harry was a mad man, or let’s say he was a handful.

Opening the door into his dressing room you call out his name. “H? Are you in here, you missed sound check and everyone’s wondering where you are.” Closing the door behind you, your eyes dart to the bathroom, hearing someone mumbling in there.

Padding over to the small bathroom in his dressing room you peek your head in and holy fuck.

There he stands in front of the mirror, a large dog head from a costume is sat on the counter and he’s cursing to him self as he turns to the side, trying to rip the small zip down that goes from his neck all the way down.

“Oh my god…” you cover your mouth, walking into the doorway, his head snaps to you, his frown becoming more prominent as he turns fully to you, hands dropping beside him.

“Baby, I’ve been stuck in this fuckin’ costume for 30 minutes.” He’s almost on the verge of tears because of how hard he’s been trying.

It looks like he’s just had some hardcore sex, his hairs all sweaty and there’s sweat along his hairline, cheeks red and a panicked look on his face. His face drops as you throw your head back laughing so hard you could feel your ribs hurting.

“There’s no- no way this is real. Where did you even get this costume from!” You stumble over your words, giggles coming out of your mouth as he stands there like a child who’s just been told off, you walk over to him, your hand coming out to run your fingers against the fake fur on the costume. “You’re such a dumbass. Who knew you were a furry…” you look up at him, he’s still frowning.

“I perform in 2 hours, please get me out of this.” His expression turns serious, a hard look on his face now.

“Mm, I’d rather watch you go on stage in this. This is hilarious! What a story this is gonna be.” You smile as your hand comes up to see if you can tug on the zipper more, you squint your eyes pulling hard on the zipper a few times before you can think-

“Oops.” The zipper pulls off, leaving it with just the thing that connects it, you look to your hand before slowly lifting your head up to Harry, he stands there, eyes wide as he looks down at the zipper piece in your hand. “Well… we have a problem.”

“No, Y/N, no what.” His hands come up to his face, you place the piece onto the counter, feeling guilty because you knew Harry was frustrated having tried to get out of this dog costume for a while, you don’t realise he’s actually started crying.

He leans back against the counter, hands still on his face as he drops his head to his chest, you see his breathing is staggered, breathing unevenly with every breath he takes, you know every sign of him like the back of your hand so your heart does chip a little also knowing that if you were stuck in a dog costume you’d breakdown too.

“Oh baby, don’t cry please. Look at me, H.” You move in front of him, hands coming up to his wrists, tugging on them slightly but he keeps them pressed against his eyes.

“No. I’m crying- why am I crying, I’m so stupid.” He shakes his head. “I’m never gonna get out of this costume, I’ll be stuck in it till I’m in my grave.” He mumbles against his hands, you did want to laugh at how he was over reacting, but that wasn’t right for the situation right now.

“No you’re not, I can work something out. Baby, please look at me, it’s making me sad now. I don’t think someone wants to see me and you crying over a bloody doggy suit.” You chuckle, hands tugging on his wrists once again and he finally moves his hands, intertwining yours with his he looks down at you, eyes red and a small pout on his lips.

You then bring one of your hands up, brushing his eyelashes, wet with tears before wiping a tear that fell onto his nose, leaning up to peck his lips softly.

“Breathe, yeah? I always work things out, y’know that. You’ve been with me long enough to figure that out.” You smile at him and he smiles at you, a dimple finally poking out.

You then focus your attention on the zipper bit where the zipper teeth are together, you move your hands to the gap where the zip was and you pull and to your surprise they pull away from each other easily and you cheer, smiling widely.

“All my magic.. would you look at that, you’re free!” You giggle, pulling it all the way till he can pull the suit off as it drops to his feet, now he’s just standing there, in his boxers. “You’re a mad man, Styles. Still wondering why I didn’t get a warning contract before I started dating you…”

“Heeeeyyy, you love me.” He gives you a open mouthed grin, arms coming out to pull you into a tight hug. “Thank you for saving me, angel girl.”

“I swear if I find you in this situation again, you’re on your own.” You laugh against his chest, hands coming to wrap around his waist.

The situation was resolved and now it was a one of a kind story to tell, if helping him get out of a $30 doggy suit didn’t prove your loyalty to him you don’t know what else would. You loved this crazy man and wouldn’t of changed that moment for the world.

this just popped into my mind how silly

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behind the doors

pairing: tanktoprry x yn

summary: we all know harry has been closed off for sometime, but what happens one night when his performance falls flat and the doors open to something new?

a/n: i wrote this months ago and haven’t read it since. i forgot what’s in here. have fun reading it xoxo missed you guys.

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She couldn't tell if Harry was going through a heated-sex crazed phase, or if his other side pieces had dropped him. For the last week and half, she would wake up to the beckon of Harry inviting her to his home. Though she didn't ask questions and still went; her body was falling tired from all the passionate sex they'd been having.

The sex was rough, at first, but that was normal. It was always rough, raw, dirty sex. But as the days went, the sex got softer and softer until Harry was found torso to torso with her, arms wrapped around her neck to bring her impossibly closer with his lips that couldn't seem to tear away from hers.

It was a phase, she thought.

Harry had been getting awfully clingy, like after sex he would actually ask her to stay in bed and cuddle, but the way he would ask would be grim and gruff. He had a reputation of being cold, that he never changed, even after the softer sex they had been having.

"I'm heading out," She would tell him, to which his body would stiffen and his hand would place firmly onto her thigh to stop her from leaving the bed, "What?"

"Well, just--" Harry mumbled huskily, not making eye contact with her as his body sank into the bed, training his sight on the wall ahead, "You can stay, or whatever. I don't mind it, you're like--a spoiled brat, so..."

His argument was always that she spoiled and he knew that she wanted cuddles afterwards, but she hadn't asked him for that since they first started seeing each other. She knew not to ask because he always got so cold about it. So instead, she always just left after they were finished having sex.

That's how it's always been.

But recently, not so much. There had been some days that she would be out with her friends and Harry would call her to come over and spend time with him, or just have sex in general. Whenever she would decline because she was busy, Harry was quick to persuade her in ways that he knew what would get her over there.

It worked every time.

But this time, it was different.

There they laid in bed with one another, tangled up, breaths hot against one another as he snapped his hips to further his aching cock inside of her. Harry felt like his body was on fire, her mouth was spewing moans against the shell of his ear, her fingers dragging red marks down his back from how good he made her feel.

Typically Harry only lasted ten to fifteen minutes in bed, that was average for anyone, but today? He was lasting a lot longer than usual. It took him sometime for his dick to work and that was embarrassing enough. She had never seen him like that before. She questioned if he had some type of ED, but then again, Harry was a closed off person and didn't want to pry.

"Fuck, you feel so good," She broke the silence, pardon; the awkward silence between the both of them. Harry always commented on her, whether it be the way her pussy feels or the way she begs for him in bed, but he was so silent this time, "You like my pussy? Like how it feels?"

She felt his body tense up, a low growl rutting through his throat as he let out a sigh, with a slight nod, "Yeah, feels really good." He was short with her, causing red alarms to sound in her head as she watched him work himself inside of her.

Maybe it was because of all the sex he had been having lately that he wasn't able to perform the way he wanted, or maybe there was something on his mind. Either way, she was confused and ultimately it pulled her out of her mood.

His chestnut curls fell onto the sweaty skin of his forehead, as he continued to thrust inside of her, and he felt himself on the edge, but it wasn't the edge that he was wanting. He was annoyed with himself, but refused to show it, so instead he grabbed her face and slammed their lips together to make out feverishly in hopes that it kept him afloat.

Even with her dripping pussy, the way it made him feel, the way it gripped onto his cock; he lost it. He was sent over the edge, and she felt it from the inside, and suddenly the both of them got quiet, the only sounds in the room was the both of them panting out and catching their breaths.

Honestly, this was the first time this had ever happened to her, and to be frank, was not a good thing for her ego. She tried not to let it hurt her feelings, but the way Harry looked so frustrated was confirmation that it was him; not her.

"It happens all the time," She said quietly as he slid out of her, not saying a word as he fell back onto the bed beside her, "Seriously, with age and all--"

"Can you just not comment on it?" Harry snapped softly as he annoyingly grabbed his clothes from the side floor and sat himself up to get dressed. She blinked.

"Maybe I can go down on you, help you get off. I don't mind if I don't this one time," She didn't want to poke at him, but this was embarrassing enough and she didn't want him to feel bad about it, "I can use my tongue, do that thing you really like--"

"Can you just stop?" Harry was turned to the wall, pulling his sweats on as he barely glanced back at her, "Why don't you just get dressed and leave, alright? I gotta be up early in the morning for work."

She glanced at the clock, it was only eight and Harry never went to bed till eleven. It was the last straw, she couldn't take it. She had been sleeping with Harry for almost a year now and even though they weren't together, she still cared about him. It was only natural, and it was obvious that something was very much wrong with him.

"What is your problem lately?" She finally snapped, grabbing her shirt as she tossed it on carelessly and stood to her feet to dress her bottom half, a rough sigh leaving her. "You have been acting really weird lately, I haven't asked questions, but I think I deserve to know why you have been acting this way?"

"I haven't been acting weird, you're acting weird," His brow perked, a hint of annoyance behind his eyes as he stood close to the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"Really? At most I used to see you twice a month, maybe three times if we are feeling froggy, but you have texted me every day for the last week and a half asking me to come over. Did something happen with the, uh...other girls, or?"

A scoff came from Harry, "Since when has that ever been your business? Ever thought that you were the only one that texted back fast enough? I mean, Christ, Y/N, what's up with the probing questions?" His arms flew up in defense as he left the room, but she was quick to follow after him. She was not buying his piss ass excuse.

"I'm not trying to fight with you, I'm just worried, Harry. That's all! Am I not allowed to feel worried about you?" She said gently, but it had a sharp edge to it. Harry grimaced, body tensing as he busied himself with his phone.

"That's your fault for caring," He said, not looking up from his phone, "You knew what this was, maybe you shouldn't have let your feelings get in the way of what this is."

"You know, you can be such a fucking dick sometimes!" She snapped, her voice raising just enough to make Harry look at her, "I know what this is, but hell, Harry, it's almost been a year since we started sleeping with each other. It's normal to form some sort of attachment, or emotion to the people in your life. I do care about you, whether you like it or not; which I know you hate it, but believe it or not there are going to be people in your life that actually like you! And care about you!"

"Oh, what are you going on about, Y/N? You act like I'm some guy made outta fuckin' stone, when I'm not. I couldn't give a fuck about it, but if you're gonna get all weird and emotional on me, then I don't wanna hear about it!" Harry defended while waving his hands around, throwing his phone onto the couch then gestured towards the door, "Can you just leave already?"

"There's obviously something wrong if--!" She stopped herself, gulping harshly when she realized that she was about to point, uh, that out and Harry cut her a evil look.

"Go ahead, say it."

"No."

"If my dick isn't working, yeah?" Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes as he fixed his sweatpants that rode low on his hips, "Thanks for pointing that out by the way, thought I could've gotten away without you noticing." He was being sarcastic, and he laid it on thick.

"That's not what I meant, Harry, you know that. I only point it out because that's never happened between us..." She sighs, walking closer to him as she takes his hands and places a soft kiss to his rings, "I know you don't like talking about your feelings, but I am here if you want to talk."

His features only softened just slightly, she could feel the tension in his hands relax softly and she thought she was getting somewhere. Cracking open the eggshell after the year they had spent with one another. That was until...

"Thanks, but no thanks," His hands burned at her touch, he pulled them from her grasp as he took a step back, "Now, leave."

She stared at him in disbelief, her jaw almost dropping from how cold he was being compared to the last week of him being sweet. It was enough to make her lid blow off the top, her hands shaking from anger, but she tried to contain them with balled fists even if the shivering bottom lip was a dead giveaway from her emotions.

"You know what?" She took a gradual step back, grabbing her jacket from the couch before patting towards the door, but sparing him a knowing glare, "I'm not doing this with you. You obviously have fucking problems and I'm not a punching bag you can take them out on. Just lose my number because I'm done."

Her voice shook, and she felt a pang of pain in her chest as she spoke. Harry's eyes slightly widened, then softened as his lips parted to say something, but she swung the front door open and stomped her way out of the mess he made.

Harry just stood there, staring at the door with sweaty palms as he tried to process everything that was said. Taking his phone, he shakily opened his contacts and scrolled through the empty list. All the nicknames he had for everyone was gone, he had deleted them all. They weren't what he wanted anymore. It was weird to him, because he had never came to terms with his feelings when they suddenly popped up almost a month ago, and maybe he knew what they were; but he was ignoring them.

But there was only so much he could ignore.

He stared down at her contact, one that used to be named as The Pretty One, had been changed to her name. His fingers tightened on the phone, a harsh sigh leaving his lips as he threw the phone onto the couch and did the only thing he could think to do.

He ran after her.

She was just getting into her car, almost on the verge of tears. Not because Harry hurt her feelings, but because she did care about him. Maybe a little too much, more than she would ever admit to herself. She had been so lenient with him, let him do whatever makes him happy and she did the same.

But damned her heart if she let herself feel some sort of emotions towards him. Harry didn't deserve her, she knew that. He was cold like a winter day, like frost formed on your button nose, or the cool wind that keeps your body still and ridded with goosebumps.

She was like the summer rain, like--like a warm bon-fire on a spring night with your friends, and a long sip of the hottest cocoa. She was warm. Her heart couldn't take much more of this, despite the fun they've had, it wasn't worth it to have so much worry over a man that didn't even care about her.

Just as she started the car, Harry appeared by the window beside her, making her body jolt from fright.

"Fuck!" She hissed out, pinching her eyes to see who was knocking on her window.

"Y/N! Come inside, let's talk!" Harry tapped on the window repeatedly, a scared look on his face that he tried so desperately to hide, "Don't go, okay? Let's talk!"

"No, Harry!" She yelled back with a shake of her head as her foot hit the brakes and put the car into drive, "I'm leaving! Just let me go!"

As she started to, very slowly, pull off; Harry got scared. He knew that this would be the end of them both if he didn't stop her from leaving. The only logical thing to do was to, well--

He rushed to the front of her car, hands out in defensive as he backed up as the car continued to roll forward. His eyes wide, he stood his ground as he placed two firm palms onto the hood of her car.

"Harry! What the fuck, get out of my way! You're acting crazy!" She yelled out, he was only fueling the fire that was her anger.

"No, I'm not," He tried to sound calm, and as he stared at her through the bright beams of her headlights, he slowly started to climb onto the hood of her car to make sure she wasn't to leave, "Talk to me, or stay here. I'm not leaving this spot."

That was it.

She hit the steering wheel with her hand harshly, surprisingly not inflating the airbag as she did so, before putting the car in park and flinging the door open as she got out and stomped towards the front of the car.

"What the fuck is your problem!?" She yelled out, veins prodding her skin on her throat with clenched fists.

"What's your problem, Y/N?!" Harry turned towards her as she approached him, keeping his feet tucked onto the car, "You--you..."

"My problem is that you don't care, Harry! You have never in your life been shown one ounce of care and now that you have someone that actually cares, you reject it at all costs! That's my fucking problem!" She didn't care if the neighbors could hear them fighting with one another, even if it was slightly late, her feelings mattered and she was ready to spill them.

Harry stared at her with a soft glare, a knowing-you're-so-right glare. His shoulders slumped down as he tucked his knees to his chest and didn't try to argue with the fact. His chin rested onto his forearms that splayed across the tops of his knees as he avoided eye contact with her.

"Are you not going to say anyt--"

"You're right." He shrugged, nudging his nose against his skin as he tried to bury his embarrassment into the nooks and crannies of his body, "I mean, you're right. Why would I argue with that? You got me, Y/N. That's my fucking problem with you."

She was stunned, staring at him in disbelief, once more.

"My problem is that I can fuck whoever I want and they don't try to peel apart my layers, they just wanna fuck and that's it, but that was never the case with you," He spared her a glance, flinching at the look she gave him, "You poked and prodded and even if I ignored your probing questions, you still knew. You saw right through me and I hated it because I've never--"

There was a sudden lump in his throat, his eyes pinching as he swallowed it down thickly with a shake of his head. "You just get me. You're just different and I hate it, but I also don't hate it. I like it, maybe too much, and I like having you around because you're real. You're not like the others and that's what fucking kills me because I've never..."

She was now standing in front of him, taking his hands into hers as she sniffled softly, "You don't have to say it." She told him softly, knowing that talking about his problems, or his feelings, was hard for him. The fact that he chose to open up to her though, was what made her so emotional because the snow was finally melting and under all that ice was a vulnerable man.

Harry inhaled sharply, batting his lashes that filled to the brim with emotion while his legs let loose to hang down off the car. She took a small step to stand between his legs, but he pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

The first time they had ever hugged.

It felt weird, but warm, and different. It was all so confusing after the year they had together, but it made so much sense and she couldn't think of any other place she wanted to be.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," He admitted quietly to her, as if he was to say it too loud and someone might shoot him where he sat, "And I'm just now coming to terms with it."

"Are you saying you like me?" She whispered back to him, training her eyes on him softly with a smile.

"Um..." Harry retracted, shrugging one shoulder as he avoided her gaze once more, "It's just that, um, I just--"

She cut off his sentence with a soft kiss and he melted into it like butter on a pan, like sun shining on the last snow day, and everything made sense and he felt like he could stay here with her forever.

"Because," She whispered against his lips, between the both of them, "I like you too."

Harry bit back a small smile, one that was rare to ever see with him, but she saw it and she wanted to frame it and put it onto her wall. His bunny teeth were beautiful, whenever she had the pleasure to see them paired with the deep dimples on his cheeks.

"Yeah, I like you," He said back softly, brushing her hair out of her face softly, "And I want you to be mine."

She hummed softly, "Okay."

She couldn't think of anyone else she would rather be with, and at last, they could finally be together.

BABYYYYYYY🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Feelings

What is it: Boyfriend Harry cries after sex

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut and a whole lotta tears

Honestly this is just fluffy Harry having the feels

MASTERLIST

“Oh my god, fuck,” Harry pants, rolling off you and onto his back.

You stretch your limbs out and groan happily. It had been an intense session that climaxed with Harry pounding you into the bed and holding one of your thighs so tightly you felt it bruising. For a handful of minutes afterwards, he had kept his face tucked into your neck, turning it damp with his hot breath mixed with your own sweat.

Now he’d finally torn himself off your body. Which, while leaving you without his pleasant weight, allows you take in deeper breaths to recover.

“Jesus, Harry,” you sigh, fluttering your eyes shut. “That was good.”

He doesn’t answer, but you can hear him drawing in air next to you.

You know he’s had a busy day, going straight to band practice after work and calling at the shop before meeting you back at his, where he didn’t even eat before you fell into bed together.

“You must be tired now, hm?” He still doesn’t answer but you feel him shifting beside you so you glance over. “Oh!”

He’s sitting up and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, rubbing hard. His shoulders shake like he’s holding his breath. You scramble to sit up too and place a hand on one of his wrists.

“Harry, baby. What’s wrong?” You ever so gently tug his wrist. He complies, moving his hands away from his face and gulping in a shuddering breath. His eyes are red and wet. “Shit,” you whisper, panic building fast. “Shit shit. What’s happened? What did I do?”

You’re looking all over him to find the problem. Sometimes you dig your nails in too hard when it’s good, but he always says he likes the bite of pain.

To your surprise, Harry laughs and shakes his head. “Shit, YN. Nothing. You did nothing. Or fucking everything, I don’t know.” He grabs a handful of the bedsheets and covers his face again.

“I don’t understand,” you admit. “Are you having a panic attack?” He’s had them before, only twice since you’ve been dating. Usually after a gig when his adrenaline is still too high and his anxiety fights to match it. But never, ever after sex.

“I don’t think so,” he mumbles through the bedsheets. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening.”

You’re starting to relax a bit now. You’ve convinced yourself he’s not dying, or about to throw you out his house late at night. You rub his bare shoulder.

“Babe, can you look at me?”

He shakes his head and gasps a few times into the sheets. “No. It’s embarrassing.”

You smile at hearing what almost sounds like Harry’s normal voice. “It’s not. Did you hear some of the noises we made earlier? That’s embarrassing.”

You hear him snort and then something that sounds alarmingly like a sob. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t apologise, you idiot. Just let me see you, okay?”

When Harry finally emerges and faces you, his eyes well up and overflow.

“Oh, baby. Come here.” He flops into your arms and nuzzles his wet face against the top of your breast. His shoulders are broad but you’re able to hold him tightly. “Did something happen today?” You feel his head shake in a no. His body moves with his jerky inhales. “Was it the sex? Did something feel wrong?”

“No. It was amazing. I’m not sad. I just feel-“ he cuts himself off when his voice wobbles.

You stroke his hair while you hum in understanding. You think you get it. It’s never actually happened to you like this, and you’ve never experienced it in a partner, but you’ve heard about it, and it makes sense.

“I feel a lot,” he finally finishes.

“I understand.”

He pulls his head away from your chest to squint at you. You imagine you look blurry through his watery lashes. You smile at him anyway.

“I’m glad you understand because I sure don’t.” Harry hiccups on the last word and winces.

“It’s intimacy,” you say, gently pushing him to lie back against the pillows while you play with his hair. He gazes up at you and you’ve never felt more adored. “I felt really close to you tonight, too.”

“My heart is beating really fast. I’m happy you’re here.” It’s the calmest he’s sounded in the last few minutes and you take it as a good sign he’s a little less overwhelmed. You place one hand over his chest and sure enough feel the heavy thudding there.

You don’t talk for a while, just looking at each other. Until you feel Harry’s erection nudging your leg where you’ve draped it over him.

He shifts so it rubs against you and then sighs. “I’m not sure I’m up to it again, love.”

“Of course. I can do something for you though. Only if you want to.”

You find and stroke him slowly, fingers on your other hand still curled in his hair. A fresh wave of tears run down his cheeks. You gently wipe them away with your fingertips.

“I think I might cry all the way through. Is that weird?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You start kissing down his chest, the faint salty tang of sweat smearing your lips.

“What if this happens every time? And you never want to have sex with me again?”

“Harry?” You lift your head up from where you were about to take him into your mouth. He gazes down at you, eyes wide and wet. “Stop worrying and enjoy me sucking your dick, please?”

He gulps and nods. “Okay.”

He doesn’t cry the whole way through. On and off you see the streaks of newly shed tears down his face. But by the end, his back is arching and his whimpers are drenched in pleasure. His thighs are vibrating where they bracket you in, humming with the stimulation of a second orgasm.

He scoops you up and kisses you lazily, thanking you without words.

“For the record,” you mumble. “I will never stop wanting to have sex with you, as long you still want it with me.”

“Always.” He rubs your nose with his. “In case it wasn’t already excruciatingly obvious, I’m obsessed with you.”

Harry falls asleep in minutes. You should wake him and make sure he eats and drinks, but for now you leave him, knowing the exhaustion that comes with a rush of emotion like the one Harry just experienced. You snuggle into him, feeling warm inside and out.

Chapter Eight

pairing: college student!grumpy!harry × college student!sunshine!fem reader

trope: (kinda) enemies to lovers

chapter warnings: slight angst, groveling, silent treatments and guilt

series cw: angst, smut (minors dni!) fluff, sexual tension, drama, character development, drug use, alcohol consumption, foul language

word count: 6.6k

chapter one I chapter two I chapter three I chapter four I chapter five I chapter six I chapter seven | chapter eight

divider by: @firefly-graphics

Harry feels like shit. He knows he fucked up big time, not only did he lie to Y/N but he also brought up their childhood. He didn’t mean it in a mean tone but he knows she probably took it that way, he completely brushed over the fact that she said she liked him and blew up in her face. All of this happened simply because she asked for some batteries and he was quick to try to play Superman. He stares at the door sadly before setting the pack of batteries in front of her door and quickly sending a text to let her know he left them before he walks back to his car.

He can’t help the heavy feeling in his chest as he sits in the car, both hands gripping the steering wheel as he stares at the front of her house. He should’ve known she’d catch feelings first, as kids she was giggling at him and inviting him to her house. Their friendship started sometime in middle school after they bonded over their shared love for music and singing. They’d hang out at each others’ house taking turns doing karaoke and making jokes, pure happiness radiating over them. They’d hang out sometimes at lunch, the two of them sitting at one of the few picnic tables lining the brick wall. The sound of children screaming as they ran around, the giggles of girls crowded together as they gossip, and ever so often the teacher supervising everyone will yell as they correct someone’s behavior. The heat of the sun kisses their skin as both kids sit quietly together eating whatever was on the menu for today or what their parent made for them. The breeze wasn’t too strong, it was enough to cool them down slightly as it brushed against their skin.

There were days where Harry wouldn't hang out with Y/N in favor of spending time with his own friends, Y/N never minds usually simply because she’ll go to her own friends and they’ll meet up at the end of the day. The sound of a door knocking would erupt Y/N from her schoolwork and she would eagerly run to the door only to be scolded by her mother, her voice tired as she speaks.

“Honey, how many times have I told you no running and no answering the door.” She all but sighs when she sees the frown etched onto her daughter’s face.

“But it’s Harry mama!” Her tiny voice rings out, all sad and whiny as she attempts to plead with her mom. They’ve been through this scenario many times before and it’s always the same; her mom will say it’s dangerous because she can’t be for sure that it’s the curly headed boy. Y/N will pour and stomp her foot saying it is him because she knows his knocks, only for her mother to sigh and cave, allowing the young girl to open the door with a bright smile on her face.

Harry’s face would be equally happy to see her, the same bright smile plastered on her face showcasing his dimples before they’re running up to embracing each other into a tight hug. The rest of the day would be spent with the two kids doing their schoolwork mixed in with the sound of them laughing at something the other said when they got sidetracked. They’d stop briefly to eat whatever Y/N’s mom would make them for dinner and then they’d be back in the living room. Y/N’s mom would send Harry home only for Y/N to insist that they walk him to his house even though he knew his mom would be coming to pick him up shortly.

When his mom would pull up in their driveway, Y/N would walk him up to the car and give him a big hug, acting as if they wouldn’t see each other in the morning at school, but it doesn’t matter to them as they embrace each other tightly and would whisper ‘see you soon’ in each others ears. As Harry would get in the car, the young girl would wave at Anne as she backs out into the street. Afterwards, she would head back inside to do her nightly routine and spend some time with her own mom which resulted in conversations including Harry and how her mom’s day has been. She would yawn and rub her eyes tiredly as sleep overcame her after a while of them relaxing on the couch, her mom would smile softly before bringing the tired girl to bed, bidding her goodnight with a soft kiss to her temple as she tucks Y/N into bed.

That’s how they spent their days throughout the years, they were inseparable it seemed. Years of being close as ever, Harry always sticking up for his friend whenever she came to him with teary eyes explaining how someone started picking on her. He was her protector and she was his sunshine, while he tended to stay with his select group of friends, she would always be chatting with someone different every day. It was easy for her to make friends because of her bubbly personality, Harry could easily make friends as well but he chose not to. It was too much work and he deemed it be unnecessary to have so many people around him, especially if he knows the friendship won’t last after they graduate and life moves on. They’d eat lunch together occasionally and he’d walk her home after school.

They’re both incredibly smart children, they dedicate hours studying and going over worksheets and textbooks, it’s something they pride themselves on. They thrive off being the main hands raised in the air or the only ones in class, being able to answer any and all questions the teacher may ask while being able to back up their answers. They enjoyed going to the library together and really just anything that simulated their brains.

Years passed and now they’re in high school, both teenagers excited to experience such a new beginning. They’ve both changed as time passed, Harry’s curls have grown to past his ears and he’s grown out of his boyish face and various tattoos littered his skin and Y/N can’t help but think he’s attractive. They still hung out at lunch but it has slimmed down to once a week if they’re lucky. She watches as his friend group grows and he becomes more popular with all the students, pats on the shoulders and students calling his name as he passes through the halls.

As they drifted apart, she noticed he would do his best to beat her in answering and be the first one to turn in any homework. He was going out of his way to beat her in any way he could and so as time passed their friendship dwindled away and they became academic rivals. Simple presentations turned into competitions to see who could outdo who and who would go first, sneaking around in order to turn in assignments before the other, and remarks said under their breath when the other was presenting. This rivalry went on for months and they both secretly enjoyed the competition between them, the thrill of trying to outdo the other.

That was until out of nowhere Harry stopped trying to outdo her, in fact he seemed to stop all together. He stopped turning in assignments early and his presentations seemed as if he did it right before class, words and graphics thrown together in haste as the plain white background and the pain text was a stark difference from the hours he’d spent trying to make sure his was perfect. His hand stopped flying in the air quickly opting for a slow rise into the air. The remarks ceased and his friends seemed to drift away minus Alex, who stayed loyal to his friend. Y/N wasn’t sure what happened but that’s when everything changed, their friendship long forgotten as she watched him become a shell of who he was.

He grew quiet, barely speaking unless he was spoken to if he was at school. He never stayed at school for long if he did decide to attend, but for the most part he skipped. There would always be a chair empty in all of his classes and the school grew quiet. Y/N tried talking to him, approaching him in the halls only to be brushed off or ignored. He never stayed in place long enough for her to even begin to open her mouth to speak, and Y/N even went over to his house and spoke to Anne. She’s would ask if everything’s okay and Anne would give her a sad smile and say yes, she’ll let Harry know she stopped by and thank her for checking in.

Harry grew to dislike Y/N, he was jealous of the fact that no matter what she stayed on top of her work. She didn’t let life throw her off balance like his stepdad’s death did, and oh how he wishes he could be like that. He watches as she bounces around the school with her bright smile and glowing aura, growing disdain for the cheerful girl and the way she stays on track. He despises the way she keeps her A’s and little notes written on her worksheets telling her ‘good job.’ He started back his snarky remarks whenever he was near her, comments made about how good she is and calling her a teachers pet, he’d comment on the notes written at the top of her work in red ink. He’d tease her endlessly and whenever he couldn’t think of a remark he resulted in physical bullying, taking the last item in the cafeteria of something he knows she enjoys and bumping into her shoulder as they cross paths in the hallways.

Two weeks, he hasn’t seen Y/N in two weeks. He can’t help the small amount of sadness that swells in his chest, rooting itself into his bones whenever his eyes roam across the halls and classrooms in hopes that he’ll be able to spot her around but only coming up with nothing. She isn’t in her seat in the classrooms, the chair empty as it becomes a constant reminder of how he hurt her. He ignores the icy glares sent from her best friend every time she spots him in the hallway, he can’t talk to her. The school seems to lose its spark, it’s quieter and darker without her sunshine personality oozing into the atmosphere.

When she finally comes back, his eyes automatically land on her only to see that she become a ghost of who she is used to be. He sees her lacking the glow she usually has, he watches as she walks down the hall with her head lowered and not slipping as she normally does. Her hand doesn’t raise in the air as often and when she speaks in class, it’s quiet and doesn’t sound confident. He’s sent numerous text messages and has even resorted to calling her phone only to hear the phone ring and get sent to voicemail. He’s stopped by her house and knocked on her door, there’s no sign of her anywhere. There’s no windows open or lights on, it looks dark and empty and he can’t help the guilt that slowly starts eating at him knowing that he’s the one who caused this.

He can’t be happy when the principal tells him that he passed all of his exams. He doesn’t smirk and feel proud when he overhears the principal and a few teachers talking about how Y/N never showed up to take her exams and never answered any of their emails or let them know she won’t be able to take them. All he feels is sadness, he did this to her. He can’t be happy when he bumps into her shoulder through passing causing her to stumble, it doesn’t spark joy in him anymore to indulge in his favorite past time because it’s not the same. She’s not spitting out her own snarky remarks, she’s not shouldering him, she’s not even looking at him.

She keeps her head down in the hallways, in the classrooms, and she actively avoids her fellow classmates. He doesn’t even see her hang out with her best friend and that’s the scariest part. He doesn’t know what to do in this scenario, he feels absolutely useless and needs to fix this. He watches as her best friend lingers behind her as she walks, a look full of sadness and pity etched onto her face as she follows her. He slowly makes his way up to her, cautious because he’s almost certain he knows what’s gonna happen. He weaves the way through the crowd of students in the parking lot until he reaches her, reaching an arm out to tap on her shoulder hesitantly.

He doesn’t even get to touch her before she’s turning towards him with an icy glare - one identical to the one Y/N gave him weeks ago - and she wastes no time grabbing his hand and dragging him away from wandering eyes and ears. He stumbles behind her as he attempts to keep up with the girl, clumsily walking behind her as they reach the back of the school.

“You fucking asshole! You’re such a fucking selfish prick, Y/N’s done nothing to you!” She seethes and Harry nods, he knows he deserves this.

“I oughta hit you, smack some sense into you. God, I hate you Harry. I fucking hate you. Do you hear me? You broke her!” She yells as a few stray tears fall down her cheeks.

“I know. I’m sorry. She hasn’t talked to you?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“She hasn’t talked to me in two weeks. She wants to be left alone and it’s all your fault.”

He can’t help but to sigh as he listens to her, the guilt only growing bigger as it gnaws on his heartstrings.

“I’ll fix it, I promise. I’m so fucking sorry. I was a dumbass. I was jealous and I just wanted her to stumble a bit, throw her off course for a change.” He watches as her face wrinkles up in confusion, the fire still lit in her eyes as she stares at him. He sighs softly before explaining their story. He explains what happened between them and why they fell apart and why he treats her the way he does. She listens intently to him speak and she sighs.

“You dumbass, could’ve apologized and explained.” She huffs and he shrugs.

“Yea but it just sucked watching her keep the top while I fell off and I just wanted to be on the other end of it.” He watches as she huffs again only to begin walking away.

“You better fix this shit Styles, otherwise you’re not gonna like me one bit. I’m gonna make sure you regret this.” He nods as she walks away.

“I already do.”

Harry’s known for his bad boy look, the way he’s very popular with the ladies and notoriously known for the way a frown is etched onto his face. He’s known his short and clipped responses and most importantly his usually sour mood. He doesn’t like interacting with people for long periods of time so he absolutely despises grocery shopping. He hates having to interact with the cashiers and making unnecessary small talk with the other shoppers crossing his path.

He quickly walks through the the aisles as he grabs everything he needs and setting them inside his basket. He’s eager to get out and back to his little oasis and away from all of these people, and he’s so close to finishing the list made for both him and his roommate. He can just feel his bed calling his name as he throws a couple cans of cat food into his basket, grumbling to himself about the seemingly endless line of customers waiting in line. The people talk amongst themselves as they wait and the obnoxious sound of someone’s baby crying behind him.

He pulls out his phone and replies to a couple unread messages and his eyes linger on Y/N’s message thread, the last message showing him asking if she’s okay and he’s sorry. His message that’s been on delivered for a week, a reminder of the pain he inflicted on the girl. Maybe this is his karma for the way he handled his situation, shutting her out until he grew resentful of her. The way he pushed her away instead of letting her in, ignoring her instead of talking to her.

The distance between them should be normal considering they weren’t friends, they shared a mutual dislike towards the other. They weren’t friendly, they weren’t even tolerable of each other until Harry decided he wanted them to for his own benefit. They never spoke about anything else other than the exams so why does the silence between them now feel so heavy? Maybe it’s just the guilt of his actions eating at his conscious and hitting at his heart.

He almost never regrets anything, maybe aside a couple tattoos, so it’s frustrating to say the least that he’s so torn up about this. He hates that he actually wants to fix this and maybe he might want to be her friend again, that’s if she’ll actually listen to him first. He regrets taking advantage of her kindness, allowing himself to indulge in the fact that she never once doubted him and always saw the best in him.

As he gets closer to the register, he feels someone behind him which shouldn’t bother him because hello, he’s in a grocery store but the familiar flutter in his stomach is hard to ignore. It makes him frown because of course the way they get to interact for the first time after the argument is in a grocery store of all places. He doesn’t look back even though he wants to, he’s trying to respect her space and not create a scene. He wants to do this right, and yelling at her is definitely not the way to go. He bites his cheek as he moves forward in line and tightens his grip on his basket.

He can’t smell her signature scent and it bothers him because he’s oh so sure that she’s right behind him. The feeling in his stomach says all he needs to know. He huffs when he’s finally at the self-checkout register and begins to check out his items. He takes his time checking out each item, dragging it slowly in hopes that the woman beside him will finish up so he can see Y/N one more time. He’s hoping to maybe make some small talk as they check out their grocery items, and soon enough the lady leaves and someone else takes her place.

This girl looks nothing like Y/N though, her face looks too thin and she’d never have bags underneath her puffy eyes. He knows Y/N would never go out without putting her best effort forward, and this girl looks like she has no care in the world. She kind of smells like her though, he could recognize that scent from a mile away, her perfume just faint enough to filter through his nose as if it attached itself to her clothes. There’s just something about the way she’s carrying herself, almost as if she’ll burst into tears at any moment.

His eyes gravitate towards her, watching as she scans her own items and sniffles softly. He takes in the way she’s dressed as if she just rolled out of bed; a plain white tank top paired with a cardigan and some sweatpants and hair thrown haphazardly into a bun at the top of her head. She looks miserable, as if she’s been having a bad day that’s lasted for weeks. He can’t help the pang in his chest as he watches her, his own groceries long forgotten.

He quickly shakes his head and continues scanning his items before paying for everything, stepping aside so the next person in line could use it. He doesn’t want to cause a scene or make this girl uncomfortable if it isn’t the girl haunting him and eating at his conscious. It doesn’t take too long for her to finish checking out as she grabs her bags and heads towards the front door. His legs immediately begin to move as he follows her.

“Excuse me? Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you. Is your name Y/N by any chance? You just look familiar.” He says and she keeps her head forward. She refuses to acknowledge him and he’s almost convinced it’s not her.

His eyes trail over her frame and spots her tote bag, the same one that’s usually filled with textbooks and papers, is now lighter and seems to only be carrying a few items before she shoves some of the lighter items she bought into it. He’s determined now, determined to apologize and move forward. He’s determined to rid himself of his pride and acknowledge his mean behavior towards her.

“Y/N! Please. Just let me talk to you!” He follows her out of the store and towards her bike. He knows he doesn’t have much time before she’d be heading off down the street.

“C’mon, I’m trying to fix this. I really am sorry. Can you, fuck, just look at me at least? No? I’m sorry! I know I hurt you and I know I fucked up. Big time. I’m an asshole, I’m fucking selfish and I was jealous.” He almost wants to grab her hand or her arm, grab her just to make sure she won’t leave and make her listen.

She’s still walking, though it’s slowed down some as if she’s actually listening to him.

“I was jealous because you stayed at the top, you never lost your fire, that spark you had growing up. No matter what happened in life, you still gave all your effort and then some. I just wanted you to know how it felt and that’s fucking cruel. I should’ve talked to you, and I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn’t deserve any of this, and I… I really miss you, I miss the friendship we used to have, I miss us. You tutoring me was the closest we’ve gotten in years and I didn’t want to admit it but it felt nice. All the subtle references and to see that some things just haven’t changed. Please, just say something.” He all but begs her, and at this point he’s not ashamed to fall to his knees. His eyes burn as they fill with tears as he stares at the girl standing in front of him. She’s stopped talking sometime in his little speech, showing just the slightest interest in what he has to say.

He doesn’t know what to do, he’s never seen her so quiet before. He’s never seen her look so tired, so beat down and it only pains him to know he was the cause. He’s met with her silence and it scares him, he doesn’t know what to expect. The chilly air flows against their exposed skin and the sounds of cars honking fill their ears as he waits for a response. He hopes they’ll be able to move forward, she’ll forgive him and they could be friends like how they were years ago. He’s tired of pretending to dislike her, tired of the constant remarks and having to treat her the complete opposite of the way he wants to.

She stands still in front of the bike rack, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath she takes. The faint conversations from customers leaving and entering the store as they pass by fall on deaf ears. Their conversations don’t matter to the two people desperate to move forward. Harry sighs as one ringed hand runs through his hair, his frustration beginning to seep into his breath with every moment that passes of silence.

“Y/N, c’mon. I know you have something you want to say, scream at me, curse me out. I deserve it, I know I do. You deserve to be able do this, let it out. Say something, anything. I want to fix this, let me fix this. I can’t stand your silence, I fucked up. I need you to say something to me, I need you to talk to me lala. Tell me how to fix this.” His voice has begun to shake and quiver towards the end, sadness and guilt crashing over him as he speaks.

He knows he’s about to cry but he can’t bring himself to care, the only thing he cares about right now is fixing this. He won’t leave his spot until she agrees to talk it out, to properly hear him out. He stands still, his hands clasped in front of him as he plays with one of his rings to keep them from shaking, the tip of his nose beginning to turn into a soft shade of pink and his eyes fixed on her frame.

“C’mon honey. I’m sorry, okay? I know words don’t mean a lot especially seeing the way I treated you for so long, but I promise I’m gonna show you I mean it this time. Can you just at least look at me? You didn’t deserve this, I’ll accept whatever you wanna do. You deserve to treat me the way I treat you. I want you to blow up and go off on me, please just say something.” He sniffles and he watches as she begins to turn slowly.

He can’t look away no matter how bad it makes his chest hurt, his eyes rake over her face taking in every small detail. Her face is stained with tears and her eyes are red and puffy, she looks exhausted and he just wants to wrap her inside of his arms and hug her tightly. Her gaze is firm, set on his once she’s fully turned around but they don’t shine the way they used to when she looked at him. They aren’t filled with happiness, they’re filled with anger and a hint of sadness and it’s all directed towards him. She sniffles once before she takes a deep breath in, Harry braces for the spew of angry words that’ll fly his way but they never come. The only words that come out of her mouth are worse than any scream and insult she could say.

“I hate you, Harry.”

It’s the breaking point for him. The tears come flowing down his cheeks and his chest heaves. He shakes his head as if that’ll clear it from his brain but he sighs shakily.

“That’s fine, I’m sorry. I’m gonna fix this, I promise. I’d hate me too.” He turns around and makes his way to his car as her words bounce around in his memory. He lets the tears fall as he walks away, if he didn’t already feel like shit before - he definitely does now. He never realized just how important she is and how much he still cares about her, but he’s determined to make up for the years of torment he gave her.

*He’s gonna fix her and he’s gonna fix them.*

Harry’s made his decision to prove just how serious he is about fixing this mess he made. He’s mapped everything out, wrote down a list of everything he needs to do in order to prove his point. He’s researched online on how to win a girl back and he’s even gone to ask his closest friend Alex on what to do. The first day is simple, something small and simple. He figures the easiest way is to build up to the ‘grand finale’ as the people online call it.

He’s written out a little note on a piece of paper stating how sorry he is and he feels horrible, folding the piece of paper small enough to fit through the little slit in her locker. He’s wary of the few students lingering in the hall as it’s still pretty early and the bell hasn’t rung yet, he can almost feel their eyes following him because he’s actually here at school before noon. He can’t help the small flutter in his chest as he slides the paper in, the prospect of doing something so elementary in hopes of making things right and fixing them.

He sighs at the ridiculousness of his actions, doing something so silly just to get the girl’s attention. He can’t think about it too much, otherwise he’ll regret the entire plan and chicken out. He huffs as he runs his hands through his hair as he walks away, heading towards a spot close enough to watch everything happen. He finds a corner and chooses to lean against it and pulls out his phone. He wants to be as inconspicuous as possible, not wanting to draw attention to him and the oddly creepy behavior coming from someone who supposed to hate her.

He texts a couple people back, and scrolls through the seemingly endless posts of all of his social media’s to pass the time before she shows up. He’s anxious and excited all at once, fighting the battle of wanting to know how she’ll react and not even wanting to think of her reaction. Ultimately he knows he wants to see if he can get a small smile from his old friend, wants to know there’s still a chance for them. He knows he’s not gonna give up even the outcome is bad, if he’s not doing it for his own selfish sake, he wants to do it for her and Leya. He knows they both deserve to get back to their own form of normalcy, and he’d feel horrible if he’s the cause of them drifting apart.

The sound of his fellow schoolmates talking fills the halls as more people begin to fill the halls and soon he spots her, all dressed in a baby blue knee length dress he’s never seen before, white sandals and a white cardigan draped lazily over her shoulders. Even though she dresses like her, she still looks like a stranger. Her eyes lack the light and sparkle they normally do, eye bags have been beginning to form underneath her sad eyes, her hair that’s usually styled is once again thrown into a bun made with a lack of effort. He watches as she keeps her head as low as she can get it while still being able to see in front of her as she makes her way to her locker. His eyes are locked onto her and the butterflies begin to beat rapidly in his stomach from excitement, he finds it hard to stay still as he watches her.

His fingers begin to twist his rings around and he bites the inside of his cheek nervously, anxious to see her reaction to his note. She walks slowly and looks likes she’s about to curl into herself at any given moment and Harry can’t help the flare of anger towards himself for hurting her like this. His eyes never leave her as she gets closer and closer to the locker, the bright lights cast over her and makes her eye bags even more prominent and he watches her shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath. The sound of the surrounding students walking through the halls and making conversation is barely a buzz in his ears, his only concern is making sure she reads the notes.

He watches as her fingers begin to twist the lock, inputting her combination in and to Harry it all seems to move in slow motion. The door to her locker opens slowly and he watches as her head follows the paper falling downwards. He watches as she takes a deep breath before she bends down slightly to pick it up. Her eyes scan the floor in attempts to find out who left the note, but move back down the paper when it’s fully unfolded.

Her eyes flit over the paper and he can see a furrow to form in between her eyebrows as she reads the note. His heart feels like it’s falling into his stomach when she shakes her head and folds the paper back, she’s gentle with the way she handles it. She grabs her books and sets them in her tote, closing the locker after she’s done and walking over to the trash can and releases the note over it, her eyes following the paper as it flutters down into the hole.

His heart feels like it’s being torn in half. He knew there was a high chance of this happening, that she’d want nothing to do with him anymore but seeing it happen right in front of his seems to be a type of hurt he could never prepare himself for. It’s devastating and almost, just almost might bring him to tears. She’s given him chance after chance to try and be better, but he just shrugged it off.

You can only take so much before the other runs out of things to give.

Weeks fly by and it’s the same cycle over and over again, Harry would do something to show he’s sorry and she wont even bat an eye. He’s begun to up his antics, all of his notes thrown in the trash and the small bouquet of flowers attached with a note scoffed at and thrown away as well. He figures the anonymous way of trying to win her back won’t do, he’ll just have to accept the hit to his reputation that’ll come with being seen with the girl he’s sworn to hate.

As she’s walking to class, Harry begins to jog to catch up with her. She’s dressed in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater paired with her favorite pair of shoes today, a type of outfit he’s noticed she’s been sporting more often and he finds that he misses her getting all dolled up. If he’s being honest with himself, he just misses the way things were and the her he knew before he went and messed it all up. If he could, he would go back in time and just hand her the batteries and maybe things might’ve gone a little different.

Maybe he would’ve stayed close to the girl and built back their friendship, or maybe he would’ve realized his feelings for her and found a way to express them and start a budding relationship with her. Worst case scenario is that nothing would change except the change of heart he had, and they would keep the same interactions as usual. That would be better than the silent treatment and the way she makes him feel invisible with every discarded apology. There’s an emptiness in his chest that only seems to grow with every passing day that can only be filled with her sunshine.

He casually bumps into her shoulder, one that would be exchanged by close friends, before he clears his throat.

“You look comfy today.” The only thing he gets in response is silence from the girl, her head stays facing forward and not even a twitch forms on her face in acknowledgment of his commitment. The two of them dodge their way through the crowded halls as they continue to walk.

“I’m sorry. I really am, lala. If I could go back and fix this, I would.” Once again, she says nothing and he sighs softly before continuing to follow her.

He pulls out all stops for her, walks her to class, brings her small bouquets of her favorite flowers, buys her boxes of chocolates and begun to walk her home after she ignores his offer to take her home. After every good deed, it’s always the same response. She’s quiet and refuses to speak, her eyes tired and dull as if she’s staying up all night. He’s even ditched his old friends, started studying and paying attention in class - while the change wasn’t happen overnight, it was still enough to capture the attention of some of the teachers. He could hear this whisper in the halls and see the proud smiles on their face whenever he turns in the work or comes up to them after class to ask a question.

Even after all this change, the only person that he needs to see it is still ignoring him. She’s still stuck in the constant state of tiredness and heartache, but he has noticed that she tends to linger near her best friend whenever she can find her. His seemingly to be done for nothing, none of the praise matters if it’s not coming from her. He’s only doing this to get the acknowledgment from the only person that matters most to him right now. He follows her around like a lost puppy and just looks helpless.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry.” He begs her daily and it’s always the same response. She doesn’t speak, but the corners of her mouth begin to slightly curl upwards before she’s clearing her throat and any trace of a smile is wiped away.

He can’t tell how long he’s been begging the girl made of sunshine, but it’s been weeks and weeks of the same thing over and over again. He’s beginning to give up when one day, He hands her the chocolates and walks her to her home after school, and she smiles softly before turning towards him.

“Thank you, Harry.” Her voice rings through his ears and he bursts into a bright smile, one that would definitely hurt his cheeks afterwards but he doesn’t care.

“Y/N! You’re welcome! I missed you! I’m so sorry for everything, I’m sorry I was a proper dick, I feel so bad.” He rushes out and a small smile forms on her face, and her eyes begin to shine once more. Harry can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he returns her smile and hurriedly embraces her in his arms tightly.

“S’okay H. You’re cute, y’know that?” She says through a laugh.

“You really changed for me?” She asks and he nods happily.

“Told you, I’d do anything for you. I was determined to make it up to you.”

“Well, you’re not forgiven all the way yet, still gotta prove it to me, but I’m okay with moving forward slowly. You really hurt me and you should’ve been honest with me. As much as you deserve the hateful words and yelling, it’s not me. Stop breaking hearts, Harry.” He nods softly and clears his throat.

“You’re gonna be the last one I break and I promise I’ll fix it as much as I can. I missed you.”

As they walk into her home with soft smiles and the smallest hint of hesitation, Harry begins to explain everything from start to finish. She listens intently before wrapping him in a tight hug and tells him how much of a dumbass he truly is, and for the night.. it feels like they’re back in their childhood. Sharing smiles and laughing over nothing, the budding garden only begins to grow the longer they stay rooted on the couch talking as if the years of hatred and harsh words never happened.

Harry wished he would've talked to her sooner but deep down he knows it’ll never be the same as it once was.

hi everyone! hope you enjoyed this chapter, we are now done with this story! i’m willing write some blurbs and i might revisit and write an epilogue for them, i can’t bear to part with them just yet. let me know how you like it!

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Technical difficulties - Y/N suggests rough angry sex to let out Harry’s frustration after a show

Inspired by the gif attached ;)

WARNING = SMUT, ANAL female receiving

Word count = 2,617

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"Baby you did fine, told you were amazing"

"jus' so annoying this keeps on happening. It's all fuckin' fine during sound check then they're messin' around when it's bloody show time s' not fair for the fans. I asked them to turn it up how many fuckin' times"

"no one would have noticed, it didn't affect the performance Haz you know I'm always honest with you"

"they would have been watchin' me and clocked me getting pissed"

"I know it's annoying but you can't change what happened, it was a slip-up sure, and you did make a face which wasn't ideal. But everyone had so much fun and if you enjoy it they would have enjoyed it. H they want to support you and have a good time not criticise you." He grunted moving closer and nustled his face into your neck

further, "you're always bloody right you know that don't you"

not wanting to wind him up you bent down to give his forehead a gentle kiss continuing to run your hands through his damp hair causing an innocent moan to slip out of his mouth.

You clocked he was in a little bit of a mood after the show had finished, he was quiet. Harry was far from quiet as a person.

So when he was practically silent in the car ride back to the hotel, with just his hand routinely placed on your knee but sat looking out the window you knew something was wrong.

He undressed and went straight into the shower. You carried on respecting that he needed space to breathe, so when he then exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush hanging out the side of his mouth leaning against the door frame you took this time to speak up.

"You alright H, seem quiet"

"mmh...just a bit pissed...did I- you know did I do okay tonight?" He spoke with wide puppy eyes seeking comfort and praise.

"Course you did amazingly, told you that when you walked off the stage. How comes you're pissed what's up?"

"Just the technical difficulty's fucked me off"

"Right finish brushing your teeth and come for a cuddle and we can talk about it okay, don't beat yourself up. Continuing to brush his teeth, Harry nodded.

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He'd you thought he would have calmed down after he'd vented to you. But he still remained leaning on your chest, not being able to see his face and thinking he was oblivious to your actions as he was venting, you stopped moving your hand through his hair which caused Harry to let out a "why'd you stop"

"thought it wasn't helping with your aggravation" frowning his eyebrows Harry responded. "Feels good... fuckin' unlike-" "fuck me"

Harry pulled away from you to look at you in the face confused by your interruption

"huh"

" H, you're pissed off and talking about it hasn't helped so just fuck me...c'mon you can be rough, like really rough with me. Just get it out of your system"

He took a few seconds to scan over your face to confirm you were one hundred percent on with the idea. Seeing your face blank and being completely serious.

That was all the encouragement he needed as his pupils darkened looking at you. You were the first to undress with Harry still hungrily looking at you having not of moved or undressed himself yet.

"C'mon Harry, are you going to fuck me or what?-"

Not allowing you to finish your sentence Harry wrapped his hand around your throat a little tighter than usual.

"This is how it's going to go okay, m' gonna fuck you senseless, you're going to be a good fuckin' girl and take it alright... If m' too much safeword okay?"

You nodded against the restriction of his hand, gulping for air causing Harry to let go of his grip.

Scattering his clothes on the floor next to yours he gripped your jaw pulling you into a kiss underneath him. Catching you off guard he slipped two curled fingers inside of your pussy.

"Fuckin' wet already aren't you? Find it hot that I was pissed off huh?"

He withdrew his fingers completely before leaning down to spit on you and then cupping his hand and slapping your pussy causing a pathetic moan to slip out of your mouth.

Siliva glistened on his lip as he spoke, "You didn't answer Y/N"

"mmh, you looked so hot H 'm sorry "

"Good girl" He voiced before grabbing your hips and turning you onto your knees tummy against the bed.

You weren't strangers to quickies or rough sex. But Harry would always thoroughly 'prep' you. He was no stranger to spending hours between your legs until they were shaking and then fuck you. He'd tease you in as many ways as he could. But this was fast, hot and heavy.

As you wiggled your ass into the air in an attempt to tease Harry he brought his hand down striking your ass cheek, causing a red outline of his hand to be left in its place.

"So fuckin' desperate for me aren't you bloody always want me' cock"

"Haz" you turned your head slightly looking towards him behind you towering over you, with gritted teeth breathing deeply.

"Quit the whining alrigh' Y/N " Harry ran his fingers through the back of your hair before roughly pushing your head down into the mattress.

Harry leant down, kissing your lower back trailing his tongue against the skin pulling at it slightly. Before you heard him make a sound which was followed by the feeling of spit running down the middle of your arse. Harry took either one of his hands and pulled either side revealing the mess he began to make letting out a grunt of satisfaction.

"look at you hmm, gonna let me fuck you hard hmm let out all my anger, m' not going to be kind to you poppet"

"I don't want you to be"

He spat on his thumb admiring the way how the liquid ran down it before using his right hand and spreading your ass cheek open once more again, placing his thumb at your entrance.

He then began applying pressure to your rim causing you to let out a noise sounding like it was a mix of a whimper and a inhale of breath.

Harry pushed harder which caused you to open up allowing his thumb to slip inside.

Knowing the feeling himself Harry was often extra gentle with anal he'd normally run his tongue against you a few times before slipping in or at least grabbing a generous bottle of lube to help ease in, but obviously not today.

As he circled his thumb around inside of you. You took this time and pushed back against him slightly wanting additional movement and pressure muttering a "please Harry want more"

"fuckin' said I'll give you more, bloody wait" your pussy throbbed at his words. He was normally so encouraging telling you how pretty your hole looked stretching out for him and telling you how well you were taking his fingers, practically so tight it felt suffocating. But if it wasn't with words it would be with kisses, having neither the lack of praise was causing you to want to please Harry more so you knew you were doing a good job.

"If you don't behave m' gonna leave you with a toy shoved up inside of you for bloody hours maybe all night, and m' gonna sit there and make you watch me cum over and over again."

Your eyes shut at his words picturing Harry's tummy and thighs covered in such sight. He'd done it a few times as a punishment and it was torture.

Harry had stopped the movements of this thumb but left it so it still remained inside of you causing an uncomfortable deep breath to escape your mouth. He picked up his heavy-feeling cock and began to pump his angry tip, noticing how his vein which ran along the side was pulsing ready to be touched. Not being able to see his movements you assumed he was wanting for you to do something, so arched your back more and brought both of your hands to either side of your bum spreading them apart for him to see, wanting to put on a little bit of a show for Harry.

"Fuckin' hell Y/N stay like that" he moaned causing you to smirk, there it was that's what you wanted, just a small amount of praise would do for now. His balls felt painfully full and heavy as he was still pumping himself, he shuffled on the bed closer to you, allowing you to feel the hair on his legs and skin brush against you.

You knew your hips were going to be bruised in the best way possible by tomorrow, growing slightly stiff from being in the position for a while you rolled your back and neck to try and help with the aching and welcome some blood flow to help with numbness. This caused Harry to bring his hands down harder than before to your behind with the sound of him hitting it now echoing around the room slightly.

Pulling his thumb out of you, Harry leant down slowly pressing his body against yours, moving your hair to one side and brushing his lips against your ear. You could have sworn you could hear your own heart beating from anticipation and tension for Harry's next movements. His prick was hot and slightly sticky from precum against your back and his cool cross necklace ran against your skin causing your body to shiver.

His stubble brushed against your jaw as he moved closer to your ear, his breath fanning your neck. "Missing my thumb in your ass already? Don't worry m' gonna fill it. Gonna fuck your holes, and you're gonna fuckin' take it. Now stay bloody still don't want to tell you again Y/N”

You gulped at his words as Harry moved away, he'd barely touched you yet your mouth felt dry, but your pussy felt far from it. Your wetness felt slick and uncomfortable warm as it began to spread against the inside of your thighs.

You wanted to press your legs together so badly, and most definitely reach a hand down to your puffy neglected clit. Not wanting to disobey Harry you decided against his.

He slapped his still-angry head against you a few times before moving his thumb back inside of you whilst at the same time finally slipping his cock into your pussy causing your head to roll from the feeling of being full at both ends.

You were a wet mess.

Harry wasn't particularly an angry person at all, and you wouldn't wish for him to be fucked off but god did he look hot when he was. "s' this what you wanted Y/N"

You lifted yourself up on your elbows wanting to change positions to answer Harry but he just pushed his hand against your back pushing you back down and causing a huff to leave your lips and for your tits to brush against the bedding, as he carried on angrily thrusting into you letting out an animalistic grunt. He knew if you weren't comfortable at any point you'd say the word he'd stop, but as of right now, he was going to take you exactly how he wanted it.

Without warning, he removed both his thumb and cock from you making you let out a dissatisfied gasp, Harry shuffled closer and replaced it with the head of his cock now against your asshole which drove you to bite your lip anticipating pain.

"God can't fuckin' listen to me can you, obviously bloody no one can follow any instructions I give around here fuck-"

His thrusts were deep and aggressive which matched the grunts that left his mouth. Your hands gripped the sheets in front of you and your eyes watered slightly at the feeling happening so quickly, it was a good pain, but it was still a pain. Plus Harry was far from small so normally when he was taking you from behind he wouldn't push all the way in, maybe just a quarter.

His grip on either side of your hips ensured you stayed still as he fucked your arse. His hips slammed against you causing the sounds of bodies slapping against each other to fill the room. You knew you were going to feel so sore in the morning and you definitely wouldn't be able to sit down but as of right now it just felt heavenly.

“So full H fuck so so full”

Harry picked up his pace moving one hand to the back of your head and pushing you further down into the duvet, moving one hand under your tummy to pull you further back against him to meet his thrusts.

His hand sluggishly dropped as he was fucking you as he ran two of his fingers against your slit before landing his way on your clit. Your knees began to shake as you could feel them wanting to buckle from feeling overstimulation from feeling so full. Your jaw began to ache from the constant moans escaping.

"so tight 'round me" Harry's movements began to grow sloppy, you both knew neither of you were going to last long. Harry moved his hands so they both grabbed either side of your hips once more, lifting you up off your tummy and now being sat bent down on your knees so you were practically sat on his dick with Harry sat on his calve's pushing himself in and out of your rim behind you.

Your toes were curling from the new position and you couldn't help but reach your hand behind Harry's head which had fallen into your neck to grab onto his once freshly showered now sweaty hair which began to curl together.

Your legs continued to shake and your moans grew an octave higher. Recognising these sounds Harry circularly rubbed your clit which you grabbed onto his wrist as your body grew warm and your stomach tightened dropping your shoulders from the feeling.

Harry wasn't far behind you he slowed down his pace audibly letting out possibly the filthiest nose you'd ever heard as he cummed into your ass.

Reluctantly he waited a few seconds before pulling out now being aware of how rough he really was being with you and such a delicate area.

You'd tiredly flopped onto your front in an attempt to catch your breath and begin to recover. Still in a clouding haze from cumming Harry couldn't stop himself from pulling your cheeks apart for the final time that night watching the white creamy liquid leak out from your hole causing Harry to let out a satisfied hum with a smirk on his face.

"H...please s' sore n' sensitive"

Harry retreated his hands softly pressing a kiss to one of the red outlines of where his hand had hit moments ago.

"Did so good f' me Y/N, fuckin' hell needed that" He began to need your calves innocently to receive some possible built up tension.

"Well, I would like to think you're no longer in a mood?"

"Might have to be pissed off more often if I get to fuck you like that"

"Harry I don't actually think I'm going to be able to sit down or walk tomorrow"

You were right. The whole next day you spent dressed in comfy clothes simply saying to people you'd worked too hard on leg day the day before. Although Harrys constant smirk told people otherwise.

all of harry’s feature moments from the video.

love on tour forever.

@lukesaprince this is for you x

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pairing: Harry Styles x booktuber!reader

summary: A new series on ynrecommends channel on YT called Celebrity Book Club grabbed Harry's attention. Now, they are simply joined at the hip. As friends. Right?

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yourinstagram hello! i started a new series on my YouTube channel - celebrity book club! my first victim was the one and only - Harry Styles. he has an... interesting library to recommend. click the link in bio if you want to watch me gush over harry, new bookshop I found and the best coffee ive ever made!! byeee, xx

also, you harries are too good with photoshop. i was sure he was reading book lovers...

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yourbestfriend bestie gettin' famous!!!!

⤷ yourinstagram i knew it was a bad idea to listen to you...

⤷ yourbestfriend people need to know how great of a booktuber and reader you are

harryupdates that's a great video! i immediately subscribed to your channel!

⤷ yourinstagram thank you! I hope you'll find something for yourself there, xx

user22 came here from yt! fantastic video

user39 your editing skills are amazing!!

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harryupdates yn from ynrecommends on yt did a video where she read all the books that Harry has ever recommended. she is hilarious, very sweet, and absolutely clever. watch it when you have some spare time, you won't be disappointed!!

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hArrysbtch ive been watching her videos for months!!! thank god she finally gets the spotlight she deserves

⤷ harrysmoustache does she (like most of the booktubers) sugar-coat everything or she's just blunt?

⤷ hArrysbtch oh she's super down to earth! she also does those instagram lives where she talks about the latest book(s) she's read. super funny and laid back

⤷ harrysmoustache oh, thank god! i was looking for someone like that! im diving into her channel right now!

yourinstagram thank you so much! thanks to you, you harries are flooding my socials!! (im not complaining) xx

⤷ harryupdates can't wait for another video!

harryshoee she's so beautiful, too! and loves cats!

harrysmylife "harry, if you ever watch it, let's pretend you guys, if you ever watch it, i recommend you diving into Toshikazu Kawaguchi" she has TASTE, let me tell you

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harrymylove I'VE MET HARRY YESTERDAY!!!! look at him and my doggy Bart. i still can't process it...

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hArrysbtch how was it???

⤷ harrymylove it was so lovely! he was kind enough to take a photo and talk with me for a while!

⤷ hArrysbtch what did you talk about? pls spill the tea

⤷ harrymylove im an English major so i asked him about some book recommendations. he answered with "i didn't have much time to read anything new recently. but was recommended and just bought Toshikazu Kawaguchi's books, so maybe this author"

hArrysbtch Kawaguchi???? after yn recommend that to him in a video???? he watched her video??? yourinstagram

harrysmoustache I've just started reading 'before the coffee gets cold' and looooove it!!

harryupdates do we think he actually watched yn's video?

⤷ hArrysbtch i hope so!

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harryupdates HARRY'S official YT channel left a comment on ynrecommends latest video!!

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hArrysbtch that bish said 'let me break the internet and use me fuckin phone'

hArrysbtch unbelievable...

harrymylove he watched the video that's why he recommended me Kawaguchi... im melting

harrysmoustache i hope that he loves it as much as i did!!!

harrysmylife 'love, h xx' let me go cry in the corner

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yourinstagram hopefully, this date will be successful

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yourbestfriend was it?

⤷ yourinstagram after a couple glasses of wine, we moved to the bedroom

⤷ yourbestfriend STOP

⤷ yourinstagram never praise a ford till you get over...

harrystyles Assuming it wasn't successful, do you have any dates free?

⤷ yourinstagram i'll need to check my calendar, although i only attend when coffee (or wine) and good books are provided

⤷ harrystyles Done.

⤷ yourinstagram i'll think about it 🫣

harryupdates oh those are so tricky!!!

hArrysbtch stop, i also had an awful blind date with a book...

⤷ yourinstagram that's the worst! i just need to read the synopsis and thena few pages to decide if I want to buy it

harrysmoustache why is nobody talking about harry being in the comment section??? ASKING HER OUT??? who is this man??? what's happening

⤷ user93 well, it's clearly not him typing or even controlling it! the managmet took it over long ago!

⤷ harrysmoustache and they say im delulu...

harrysmylife SHUT UP !!! avtivrry is my favourite harry, like??? what do you mean he can type the comment? the flirty one? the one asking a girl out? like???

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harrystyles 11.08.2023 📚

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yourinstagram you did not buy them just for yourself

⤷ harrystyles Wouldn't you like to know 😎

harryupdates Well-read king that we stan

hArrysbtch I'm connecting the dots here

harrysmylife welcome back 2013 Harry, how have you been?

harrysfan83 since that girls yt video, he became obsessed with books...

⤷ harrymylove it's called getting a crush on somebody

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hArrysbtch sooo, this is a still from yn's latest video... that stack of books looks awfully familiar to the one that Harry posted a week or so ago... coincidence? i don't think so. plus!!!! she did say she didn't spend a penny on those books

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harrysmoustache if they are together, i feel like the fandom would love her

⤷ hArrysbtch i would hope so!

harrysmylife relationship, friendship or whatever -ship it is, im here for itttt

user94 y'all are really reaching now...

harryupdates it's the way she was glowing in that video for me! she looked so happy

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yourinstagram when they read your recommendations>>>

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hArrysbtch now let him play patroclus in a movie, i dare you Hollywood

⤷ harrysmoustache who would you choose as Achilles??

⤷ hArrysbtch you know what? let him be Achilles and Timothee would be Patroclus

⤷ harrysmylife this adaptation with this casting would cure me, for real

harrysmoustache he's in his lover era

harrystyles I love reading your copies of books with all the 'cute' and 'slay' and 'I LOVE THEM'.

⤷ yourinstagram it's called active reading

⤷ harrystyles No, its not.

⤷ yourinstagram party pooper

yourbestfriend thanks for inviting me!!!

⤷ harrystyles Do yo want to join us?

⤷ yourbestfriend I knew I liked you for a good reason

harrysfan45 so she is the girl from those pap photos

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harryupdates HARRY taking photos of YN in Italy!!

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hArrysbtch melting

harrysmoustache what in the world...

stylesbabie i know exactly what that photo is focusing on

⤷ user42 what?

⤷ stylesbabie (•) (•)

⤷ harrysmoustache in the wise words of Steve Harrington: BOOBIES

harrysmylife so they are dating

⤷ user93 no one confirmed it

⤷ harryupdates good luck with waiting for Harry, confirming that he is/isn't in a relationship

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yourinstagram the promised vlog is up on my channel! grab some good drink and a snack for a quick talk about being single, vulnerability, loving your friends more than anything and - of course - some good books I've read in Italy!!!

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harrystyles I see the similarities between pictures 3 and 4

⤷ yourinstagram well, one is a cute little creature and the other is a sweet creature

⤷ harrystyles Good one.

hArrysbtch best vlog I've ever watched!!! Good job!

harrysmoustache being single??? what do you mean? i was rooting for you...

⤷ stylesbabie ...we were all rooting for you

harryupdates great recommendations as always!!! my tbr is growing with each of your video

celebrityupdates Single? Our sources are saying quite otherwise!

⤷ user56 spill the tea!!!!

⤷ celebrityupdates Link in bio to all the things you need to know about this romance!

⤷ harrysmylife it's like a man and a woman cannot be friends

⤷ hArrysbtch here we go again...

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a/n: do we want to see more of them?

Trepidation^

Summary: (this ask) i was wondering if you could write one where harry feels a bit neglected when reader has an important meeting coming up or something, so she's missing date nights and stuff, a little angst if you please.

Word count: 2k

Pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

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Harry sat alone in your dimly lit apartment, a heavy sadness weighing on his heart. He had been feeling neglected lately, as your demanding job had taken precedence over your relationship. It seemed as though each passing day brought more missed date nights and canceled plans, leaving him with a growing sense of loneliness and insecurity.

Tonight was supposed to be your special date night, a chance for you both to reconnect and forget about the outside world for a while. But once again, you had been called away for an important meeting, leaving Harry to face the emptiness of their once vibrant love life. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the untouched dinner on the table, a painful reminder of what could have been.

Feeling a deep ache in his chest, Harry couldn't help but wonder if he was no longer enough for you. Thoughts of inadequacy and doubt filled his mind, tormenting him with the fear that he was being replaced by your demanding career. The anguished silence of the apartment only amplified his sorrow, as every passing second felt like a confirmation of his deepest fears.

His mind drifted to the countless nights you both had spent together, laughing, talking, and sharing their dreams. How you would hold your hands in his and you both would just lie in your shared bed, relishing in the comfortable silence and presence of each other. You had built a life together in the two years you had been with each other, promising to always prioritize each other's happiness. But now, it seemed as though those promises had been forgotten, lost in the chaos of your professional success.

He didn’t oppose your work, it was one of the things he respected the most about you. But, lately, it was all you cared about. You were about to get a promising position as a promotion in your job, and you were working day and night to make sure you got it. He supported you in that too. He started to stay home longer to take care of your dog, oreo. He even prepared meals for you throughout the day, making sure you got the proper nutrition for working so hard. He sent you multiple texts, checking in on you throughout the day.

But, completely prioritising your work might not have been the best idea. You had not been able to spend any time with your boyfriend, let alone sit and relax with him, in quite a while. It wasn’t your intention, but it had all gone south and you had to give all your time to your job. It was like Harry was the only one in the relationship now, and he felt like a one-sided lover.

The weight of his sadness grew unbearable, he questioned whether you still loved him or not. The ache in his heart was not just from the missed date nights, but from the sense of abandonment that had settled in your once warm and loving home, that shone with your love that lit it up.

Harry longed for the days when your presence brought him comfort and joy. He yearned for the laughter and the stolen moments of affection that had once defined their relationship. Now, all he felt was the sting of neglect and the bitter taste of unfulfilled promises.

He yearned for your presence, your touch, even a proper look at your pretty face.

As the night grew darker, Harry couldn't help but cry out silently, his tears blending with the shadows that engulfed him. He wanted nothing more than to be seen and cherished by you, to be loved by you, to feel the warmth of your love once again.

In the depths of his broken heart, Harry hoped that you would realize the pain you were causing and make a change. He yearned for the day when they could rediscover the love that had brought them together, and finally mend the broken pieces of your neglected relationship

Harry felt you slipping away, and he didn’t really know how to catch you.

With hot tears streaming down his face, he took off the jacket of the tuix he had worn for tonight. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the tiny box that held all of his feelings for you. Opening it, he revealed the shiny diamond ring that he had bought two months ago, before your relationship fell into a messy blunder.

A tear fell into the soft foam beneath the ring and he tried to wipe it off aggressively. He wanted to keep it safe and shiny and pretty, so he could give it to you when the time was right, and ask you to marry him. Now, he wasn’t even sure if you wanted that.

If he wanted that.

. . .

You came home quite late, and it was around 2 am on the clock. With a tote bag stuffed with bottles of alcohol and a smile that wouldn’t go away.

You had gotten the promotion.

“Harry?” you called around the house, as soon as you entered.

You reached the kitchen, where you found the table arranged, with plates and wine glasses.

Fuck.

You and Harry had a date.

How could you forget? You both had been planning this for so long, finally being able to make a plan and spend the night together. He had even gone shopping over the weekend to make you your favorite pasta, even though it was his holiday after a whole week of work.

How could you forget?

You reached the table and put the alcohol aside, looking at the casserole full of food.

He hadn’t eaten.

You felt heartbroken, all the happiness and glory you were carrying for the past few hours, fading away into a dull ache in your heart. He had put so much effort into making this night special and perfect. He bought the red wine you loved, made dinner for you, set up plates and was probably waiting for you for hours.

And you couldn’t even be bothered to text him.

A tear escaped your eyes, and you started to search for Harry throughout the house.

Entering the bedroom, you saw him there, sitting at the foot of the bed. He was wearing a suit.

A damn suit.

He had put so much effort, and all you had done was get drunk over a stupid promotion. You had completely ignored him, just caring about your job and the money you were going to get. All the while he cared about your relationship.

You did not deserve him.

You walked over to him, taking a look at his face. His cheeks were tear-stained, and he looked so broken and sad. In pain. That you had caused him.

He was crying, and had probably passed out on the floor, waiting for you.

Sitting down beside him, you pulled his hand into yours. You were drunk and sad, and he was asleep. You just decided to talk to him like that, so he wouldn't have to see your awful face.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I’m so so sorry. And not just today. Everything. For every bit of pain that I have caused you, for every tear that rolled down your cheek because of me. I ignored you. I neglected you. I ignored our beautiful relationship. I ruined it."

Proper tears were flowing down your eyes now, clouding your vision enough to not realize that he had woken up and opened his eyes.

"I had it. I had you. I had fucking everything in my hands. And I ruined it. I just-I just can't keep good things when they come to me, can i? I just always have to go ahead and fuck everything up. Throw everything out for just a bunch of money? God, how pathetic is that? And you know-I wasn’t just doing it to earn some extra money. I did it because-because my working hours would be reduced and-and I would have to work less. Less work. More you. More Harry." you giggled at your sappiness, before continuing, "And I'm sorry, Harry. So fucking much. I really am. for ruining our relationship. For making you cry. For all the perfect efforts you did for us, and I-I just let it go down the drain. I'm so so sorry."

"And you know, I understand. I understand that you are angry with me, and don't ever want to talk to me ever again. For how bad i fucked up. And I" a few fresh tears flew down as you prepared yourself to say ``I-I would I would get it if you want to break up. Even I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with me."

"Hey! How could you say that!" you flinched, his raspy voice making you shiver.

"What-I thought you-you were asleep."

"I was. And thank god I woke up, because the one time you properly talk to me, is when you are drunk and I'm passed out."

You weren't sure if it was a joke, but it made your heart break even more.

"I'm really sorry…" you started to sob, and he quickly pulled you into his arms.

"Shh. Don't apologize. You've apologized enough. I get it. I really do. When I neglected our relationship-when I was releasing my new album or going on tour, you stayed strong throughout. You never made me feel like I was ruining our relationship. you helped and supported me, when I needed it the most. I wanted to do the same too, but I just-just kinda broke down today. It just all came crashing down on me."

Your face formed a pout, and he kissed you sweetly on your lips.

"It's alright. I understand. Don't think too much about all that stuff you just said. I mean-I was a bit sad, because I thought that I wasn't your priority anymore. I thought you loved your work more than me. And I do too, you know, sometimes. And I'm sorry if I made you feel like you aren't enough."

"So you won't break up with me?" you asked, another quiet sob escaping your lips.

"No, silly. Why would I break up with you? I want to support you even more now. Throughout your work till you get the promotion, I will be by your side. I won't let you feel less again. Ever."

You sat up straighter, wanting to give him the good news.

"About that. I-I uh, I got the-the promotion."

His face softened, and he looked so fucking happy.

"WHAT!?" He exclaimed, and pulled you in for a tight hug, that knocked out the breath from your lungs.

"Yeah. I got the promotion today. My project was finally approved and my interview was last week and I cleared it."

He was smiling so big, and there were tears flowing down his cheeks.

Not sad tears, happy ones.

Because of you.

"My sweet girl. I love you so much. And I'm so so proud of you. Gonna love on you so much tonight."

You smiled at his happiness, finally feeling the ache in your chest go away, into loads of butterflies from the way he was looking at you.

He held you tightly in his arms, his chest now swollen with pride for you. How much you have achieved. How much you worked hard, all the rough times you had to go through, but it was all worth it in the end.

After a few moments of holding each other, your stomach grumbled.

"You hungry?" he asked, swiping his thumb across the apple of your cheek.

"Yeah. You made pasta?"

"Mhm, your favorite. You are gonna love it."

"I know. I always do. And I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, sweet girl. Now go and clean yourself up. I'll put the food in the microwave and heat it. Hurry, I have lots of things I want to do tonight." he said, his left hand swiping across the ring box in his pocket.

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