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Chapter Seven

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

trope: (kinda) enemies to lovers

chapter warnings: Harry’s a jerk, dramatic arguing in the rain, some tears are shed and the truth comes out.

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

word count: 3.3k

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It’s been a week since the ‘accident’ as Y//N calls it, a temporary lapse in judgment on her part but it’s all in the past. She considers herself moved on from everything, managed to tell her best friend everything that happened. The conversation consists of exited squeals when she mentions them sleeping together and how nice he started being beforehand, and angry comments and threats when she mentions how he left after she fell asleep and how he seemed to resort back to his old tendencies of having her existence bother him.

Her best friend will always take her side no matter what, and she’s fuming with anger at Harry’s behavior. You could probably see steam flow from her ears if you managed to get close enough, her hands were shaking as she cussed the boy that was no where to be found.

“I can’t believe him, that fucking asshole. He better hope I don’t see him anytime soon! I’ll fucking strangle him and beat him to a pulp.” Y/N watches from her bed, anxiously playing with her fingers as she listens to her best friend’s rant. She knew telling her would lead to this, but she didn’t wanna keep it to herself as she knew it would do her no good.

She’s had her share of emotions, she’s cried, screamed and been mad at him so she feels okay, she’s finally made peace with it. It’s refreshing to have someone share the same emotions as her, to witness someone go through the same rollercoaster. She watches as her best friend paces back and forth in her room as she continues cursing the name that is Harry Styles. She listens quietly, her face blank of emotions, all numbed out from the week she’s had.

“He’s such an asshole honestly, you don’t deserve any of that babes. He’s such a fucking piece of shit, don’t blame yourself at all. None of this is your fault I promise.” Her voice is soft as she speaks to Y/N, eyes soft and full of care as she reassures her.

She knows it’s not her fault, she didn’t do anything out of the norm and nothing she could’ve done would change the outcome. Harry’s just a jerk who will only do something if it’ll benefit him, and this is nothing new. It was expected simply because it was all he ever does, he’ll bribe people and manipulate people so they’ll do whatever he wants and she fell under his spell. He knew what she wanted from him and used it to his advantage. The following days felt repetitive, she’d wake up and go to school only to avoid Harry and the stares that follow her down the hallway. She’d barely speak unless called upon and ignored the whispers coming from teachers lingering outside their doors.

She watches as the rain fell against her window, the hard pattering against the glass. The droplets slowly make their way down the window as she stares outside, the rather dreary weather makes her want to cuddle up inside a blanket and have a movie marathon. She doesn’t mind when it rains, she quite enjoys it actually and she’s not entirely sure why. She finds it to be soothing and ideal for the best naps and sleep, especially after a long day filled with Harry cracking jokes and making snarky remarks under his breath causing her day to be long and emotional.

It’s the perfect setting, almost like a scene from a movie with the way she stares outside sadly, her eyes filled with tears and the sound of thunder crashing in the distance. She’s always been fond of storms but a little scared of them, the lightning strikes and loud boom of the thunder ruins the peace of the storm and sets her on edge. She’s not one to be scared of many things but storms will always be one of her biggest. She watches as lighting strikes further away from her accompanied by the loud boom of thunder rolling.

She flinches slightly and stands up and closes her curtains and begins to back away. The soft pattering comes down on the glass harder as the clouds gradually turn darker. The thunder becomes louder and it seems like the lightning is getting closer, goosebumps begin to form on her forearms partially due to the cold air filtering through the air. She closes her eyes tightly and focuses on her breathing, she’s too old to scared of storms especially one that isn’t even remotely bad.

When she opens her eyes, it’s just in time for her to see a bright flash of light and a rather loud roll of thunder and she can’t help but to gasp quietly as she stumbles backwards, her hands begin to shake softly as she clumsily staggers over to her bed. As soon as her legs touched the edge of the mattress, she falls quickly onto it and hides under the covers. Her mind instantly goes back to all the times she was a little girl hiding under her bed whenever there was a bad storm rolling over her house. The darkness welcomes her as the cover drapes over her frame enveloping her in a warmth that she wishes could protect her from the dangers her mind is coming up with.

Another loud roll of thunder and crack of lightning happens and the lights flicker making the girl whimper softly as she wraps her blanket around her tighter. She needs the storm to pass quickly so she can get back to wallowing in her sorrows. The lights flicker a couple more times before they shut off completely and Y/N can’t help but to sigh sadly as she climbs from her cocoon and grabs her phone from beside her and turns on the flashlight. She flashes the light around her room as she walks, making sure she won’t trip over any objects that might be lying around as she head out the door.

She makes her way to her kitchen and begins to open the drawer that only contains her emergency essentials, batteries, flashlights and stuff of that nature. When she opens the drawer, she quickly grabs the flashlight and turns it on just for it to not turn on. She huffs as she empties it out and replaces the batteries, she tries it again and once again no luck. Tears begin to fill her eyes and she looks at her phone battery to see if she has enough, the bar only shows 25% and she wants to sob.

She hates storms and she hates the dark, and she’s all alone. Her best friend’s at work and more than likely won’t be able to just leave her job and come sit with her, she’s not close enough with any of her classmates to feel comfort by their presence. Another loud roll of thunder rumbles near her and she lets out a choked sob, her hand begin to tremble the longer she stands in the kitchen. She opens her phone and clicks on the phone icon and dials the number she needs with shaky hands. The line rings and rings and she’s sure she’s about to cry when it clicks and his voice comes through.

“Yeah?” His voice is deep and gruff, almost as if he just woke up.

She takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes before she speaks.

“Um hi Harry.” She can hear him huff and the sound of some shuffling in the background. It’s quiet for a couple minutes, almost as if he hung up so she pulls the phone away to see and it still shows they’re connected, she brings the phone back up to her ear and waits a couple more seconds.

“Harry?” She tries again and all gets in return is a grunt, one that could taken as one from pleasure and it makes her squeeze her legs together, memories of the nights before rush into her mind. She takes one more deep breath goes to speak only to be interrupted by Harry.

“Y/N, in case you haven’t noticed it’s two in the morning..” Another roll of thunder booms, closer to her house and it makes her whimper.

She can hear him grunt lowly, a sound long and drawn out - one she knows very clearly.

“Y’missed me honey? Y’missed me filling up you up? You felt so warm and tight, felt so good wrapped around me.” In any other circumstance she would be happy to continue this conversation but not right now, this is not what she called him for.

“No, um I’m sorry for waking you. It’s not that important, Leya’s at work right now and um it’s storming and my powers out.” Her voice is soft but he can make out the sound of her voice quivering as she speaks and immediately he feels like shit.

“M’sorry, but I don’t see what any of that has to do with me.” His voice is soft but still deep and it makes her heart flutter.

“Yeah sorry. My phone’s about to die and my batteries for my flashlights are all duds. I’m scared of thunderstorms and usually Leya comes over but like I said she’s at work. Didn’t know who else to call. Do you have any batteries by any chance?”

He honestly can’t remember if he has any batteries but something flutters in his stomach, a feeling he can’t ignore so as he holds the phone to his ear he begins to stand and throws on a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before he’s slipping pair of sneakers and he’s heading out the door.

“I might have some batteries for you. I’m on my way. Y’want me to stay on the phone with you?” He doesn’t know what’s come over him to make him want to help the girl but he’s already in his kitchen scrambling to find batteries for her.

“If you want.” He already knew he was staying on the phone subconsciously but now he can just say it was because she said to, doesn’t want anyone to know that it was due to his own conscious. There’s no way he cares for the girl, he can’t stand her and her voice annoys him.

Once he manages to find an unopened package of batteries, he walks out of his dorm and jogs the short distance from the building to his car. He quickly starts it and begins driving, the only sound filling the car is the sound of thunder rumbling and ever so often Y/N will whimper quietly to herself.

“What’s your address again?” He asks as he pulls up to a stop sign, it’s silent for a moment before he can hear her talking. She softly tells him where she lives and he hums in agreement. When the light turns green, Harry presses on the gas pedal causing the engine to become louder and he immediately apologizes.

“M’sorry Y/N, just trying to get to you fast.” He says after hearing her choke back a sob. He’s not sure why he feels this need to take care of her right now, he would’ve said no in a heartbeat and he might have laughed at her for something so childish.

He would’ve kept this information and poked fun at her through the school year and reminding her once again why he isn’t to be trusted, but no he’s in his car driving to her house at two in the morning with a pack of batteries for her flashlight. He’s stuck in his thoughts as he drives, trying to find the reason for whatever is causing him to feel pity for the girl but he comes up empty handed. He can’t help but to huff as he turns into another street, the scenery and houses beginning to look familiar. Not that he was paying attention just in case he happened to be on her side of the neighborhood, because he wasn’t really; what good would knowing that type of information do him? He figures this is his good karma meaning whatever happens next was because he decided to be a good person for once even though his intentions might not be completely genuine there’s still an inkling that is.

When he pulls into her driveway, he quickly gets out and knocks on the door as he makes his way to the front door.

“M’here Y/N, can you open the door?” She mumbles out a pathetic excuse for a yeah before she’s whining in response to the another loud rumble of thunder accompanied by a lightning strike, and Harry can’t help the small twitch in his pants as he curses himself for allowing his mind to wander to that night at such a time like this. It takes a couple moments before the door opens just enough for her arm to shoot out and he laughs.

“I can’t come inside?” The hand curls it’s fingers until it’s just the pointer finger outstretched and she shakes it.

“Just let me have two batteries please, I’m sorry for waking you. Let’s just forget this ever happened, if I can just get some light I’ll be okay until it passes. Stop acting as if you care what happens to me anyways.” Her voice wavers with every word and the scoff gets stuck in his throat, if he wanted to make a snarky comment, he definitely won’t be able to do it now.

It’s silent minus the rain as he stares at her arm, thinking of what to say.

“M’here aren’t I?” He does his best to keep the irritation out of his voice, doesn’t want this to end in an argument.

“Yeah only cause you thought it was a booty call. Can I please just have the batteries?” Her voice is tired and he can faintly make out the sound of her sniffling.

“C’mon now, this is no time to start being stubborn. You just sounded like you didn’t wanna be alone hence why you called me and I’m not leaving you. Just let me in.” The energy shifts between them and as if they both sense it she goes to shut the door.

“Pointless to fucking argue with you this early in the morning Harry. I’m tired and want to go to sleep, have a good night.” Harry quickly grabs ahold of the side of the door before it closes and yanks it open.

The glare in her eyes is icy and mean, a look that no one would expect to come from the sunshine girl. Her eyes are puffy from crying, there’s a slight shine to her irises from the tears sitting in place as it threatens to spill out and wet her lashes even more. Her gaze is set on his face, a fire lit in her eyes at the inconvenience and the stubbornness of the boy in front of her.

“Harry, go home.” He scoffs at the girl as he holds the door open.

“This is no way to treat someone you invited to your place to help you, is it lala?” The fake kindness and concern dripping from every word he speaks.

“You’re doing this to yourself, I never once asked you to stay. I asked for batteries which you provided, you’re not needed.” She says and goes to shut the door again, only to huff at his insistence on intruding on her privacy.

“Well next time, I’ll leave you to deal with all your issues yourself!” He knows he’s getting upset and he should probably back away before things get out of hand but he’s stuck where he’s standing, almost as if her porch is made of fresh cement and he walked into it without taking note of all the signs leading up to it.

He watches as she takes a deep breath, her chest rises and falls heavily as she rolls her eyes.

“I’ve been doing that for years! Stop fucking acting like you care because we both know you don’t! You only do it for the wrong reasons!” Her voice now matches his, the beginning of a screaming match threatening to start at any given moment. He scoffs at her excuse of a response, his head tilting back in exasperation.

“You knew from the beginning.” He replies simply, the light from her porch light falling over him exposes him to the tired girl. She takes note of his sweatpants and the sight of his muscles peeking through the thin material of the t-shirt he’s wearing.

“You know what Harry. I was beginning to like you and now that it’s done for, you just had to show me why all of this was a bad idea to be begin with.” She says and she can’t help the way her body tightens at the sound of another loud rumble of thunder.

“But you’ve always like me lala. Don’t you remember how we used to hang out, the way you practically begged your mum to come see me. We were the best of friends. ” He can’t help but to smile maliciously and his eyes scan over her frame, taking in the thin jacket and pair of leggings covering her skin and protecting her from the cold wind of the storm.

Her face morphs into one that’s hard to decipher, sadness, anger and remembrance flash quickly over her face.

“That’s not what I meant asshole. Your arrogance really pisses me off. Last I recall, you changed the dynamic, you made our friendship turn into whatever the fuck this is now.” Her voice is soft but still full of venom even thought it wavers occasionally.

“You… you caught feelings?” Another loud rumble of thunder booms around them and lightning strikes quickly a ways behind Harry, the distance far enough not to instill fear into either of them but close enough to charge the energy in the air between them. He doesn’t care about anything else she was saying after that, the three words bouncing around in his head.

She liked you, she likes you, she liked you.

He stares at her with fierce intensity, anger burning deep inside of his emerald green eyes. She watches as his tongue pushes against his cheek as he runs his hands through his long brown locks.

“The rules were made to prevent this from happening Y/N. But you had to go and do the exact fucking opposite of what was agreed didn’t you? Can’t help yourself when you’re getting treated so nicely huh?” He says, venom dripping from every word.

She frowns as she looks up at him, tears welling in the corner of her eyes.

“You did this! You treated me differently, of course it was bound to happen!” She yells, her voice shaking as she shuts her eyes.

“I did no such thing, sweetheart. I gave you basic human decency. You just stayed in that pretty little head of yours and began overthinking my actions for what they’re not.” He replies as a small smirk begins to form on his lips.

She shakes her head as she wipes away the tears, she refuses to let him see her break.

“One question, and all I ask is that you be honest with me.” He laughs dryly at her before crossing his arms, his muscles flexing as he draws them together.

“Go ahead, I’m dying to hear this.” She takes a deep breath before opening her eyes to stare at him.

“Why do you break girls hearts?” She asks, the anger long gone, replaced with sympathy and tiredness.

“Simple, so they don’t break mine first.”

“So dare I ask, did this ever stand a chance of being more than sex?” She asks, her eyes flitting away from his intense gaze as she chews her bottom lip.

“Darling, I think we both know the answer to that. Never even crossed my mind. You were just a good fuck.” He says, his eyes closing briefly before looking back at her face as he watches a single tear slip down her left cheek. There’s only a brief moment shared between them to dwell on the secrets shared between them before the door is slammed shut, leaving him to stare blankly at the white painted frame.

If only she knew how much of a lie that was.

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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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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Sickfic Part 2)

Summary: Y/N's condition is worse than they'd feared, leading to a hospital stay.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Medical condition, hospital, mentions of death

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You’re unconscious for three minutes. Three long minutes, during which Sarah, Mitch, and Harry all panic about what to do.

“Do we call an ambulance?” Harry asks while lifting you up and laying you on the couch.

“I don’t know!” Sarah replies, her voice wavering with nerves.

“I’ll look up her symptoms,” Mitch adds. “Maybe something online will tell us what to do.”

“Right, because the internet is so reliable,” Harry retorts.

“He’s just trying to get us some information,” Sarah says.

It’s quiet for a moment before Harry replies, “I’m sorry, I’m just kind of freaking out here.”

“I know, I am too,” Mitch says.

Their voices start to break through to you, but they sound far away. You try to reach for them, call out to them, but you’re too weak. You barely manage to twitch your arms and make a quiet noise, which luckily catches their attention.

Sarah kneels next to the couch by your head. She gently moves the hair out of your eyes and starts to stroke your face. “Love, can you hear us?”

You make a small noise which they take as a good sign.

“Great, that’s great,” she says through a relived breath.

A moment later you find your voice and say, “Mom?”

“No love, it’s Sarah,” she replies, instantly worried again.

“I want my mom,” you say. You’re sick, and scared, and confused, and in that moment you desire the comfort your mother can provide.

“I know baby.”

You turn to look at Sarah and ask, “Can you call her? Get her here?”

Everyone in the room immediately stills. Their panic goes up another notch at your question. They know your story. They know that your parents passed away years ago. The fact that you’re asking for her now indicates that you’re extremely confused, which is not a good sign when paired with all of your other symptoms.

“Can you please call her?” you ask again when no one answers you. “Or my dad? He’s normally better at answering the phone.”

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Mitch says to Harry and Sarah.

“What do you think is wrong?” Harry asks.

“Maybe a septic infection, my mom’s doctors gave us the warning signs after her surgery. High fever, dizziness, confusion, basically everything she’s got right now.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“It’s… yea. It’s not good. If that’s what it is then she needs the hospital right now.” Mitch steps away as his call to 9-1-1 is connected and he starts giving the necessary information.

You turn back to Sarah, not following any of the conversations happening around you.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” you say through tears.

“I know, love. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to take care of you.” Sarah wipes away the tears on your cheeks and you listen as she continues to say soothing words.

Minutes pass with Sarah and Harry by your side, keeping you calm with words and gentle touches.

Mitch walks back in, but he’s not alone. With him are two paramedics. Harry and Sarah move to make room for them which causes you to begin crying again. In your confused state you don’t understand why they’re leaving you, why they would abandon you.

Harry quickly moves to stand over the back of the couch so he can hold your hand while remaining out of the way. Your eyes meet his and you calm down slightly.

The paramedics ask a series of questions which the others answer for you. They take your temperature and check your blood pressure, noting that both are worryingly high. After all of this Harry moves back to crouch in front of you and says, “Hi lovey. We’re gonna take you to see a doctor, alright? I’m just gonna move you onto the stretcher so we can go, okay?”

You barely understand what he’s saying, but as you trust him implicitly, you agree. He lifts you again and lays you on the stretcher. His hand never leaves yours as you’re wheeled out to the ambulance. You look around and Harry says, “Mitch and Sarah will meet us there. They’re gonna grab some stuff we might need later, and then they’ll drive over. You’ll see them soon, I promise.”

His words are perfect and prove just how well he knows you. He understands that being separated from your loved ones when you’re feeling like this will cause you stress, and he reassures you that the separation is temporary.

It ends up being hours before Mitch and Sarah are allowed to see you. The second you enter the Emergency Department you’re surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses. Harry is forced to step away so they can work. You cooperate to the best of your ability and after some of the scariest hours of your life you’re finally in a patient room with the three people you love most at your side.

You’ve been officially diagnosed with sepsis and started on IV antibiotics. While it’s too early to know your prognosis, the doctors commend Mitch on getting you to the hospital so quickly, as time is important when treating this.

Your brain is still incredibly foggy, and it takes all of your remaining energy to concentrate enough to know who is in the room with you. Finally, you piece together that Sarah is lying in the bed with you, Harry is sitting in a chair on your other side, and Mitch is standing at the foot of the bed. You feel safe knowing that they are there and allow your eyes to slide closed as you succumb to the exhaustion you’ve been fighting.

Sarah looks up at her husband and sees his intense gaze. He’s staring at you, barely blinking, tears pooling in his eyes. She knows him well enough to see his inner turmoil. He may not be talkative, or even very expressive, but Sarah can tell he’s terrified.

“Mitch, honey, come here please,” she says quietly. He doesn’t move, doesn’t respond in any way except to slowly shake his head no. His eyes never leave you; it’s as though you would disappear if he so much as blinked.

Harry sees Sarah’s worried expression, and since she can’t move at the moment, he takes action. He first lifts your hand up, pressing a kiss to it before gently placing it on the bed. Harry then stands up and carefully walks over to Mitch. He places a hand on Mitch’s shoulder, but it’s quickly shaken off.

“Mitch-” Harry starts but gets cut off.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Harry replies. “None of us are fine.”

“I can’t lose her.”

“We won’t.”

“You don’t know that! This is serious. Sepsis is deadly. This could kill her!”

“Mitch, come here,” Sarah says again, voice firmer this time.

“No.”

“Switch with me. You need to hold her.”

Mitch doesn’t move until Harry quietly says, “Go hold our girl.”

He finally moves, uncrossing his arms and walking to the side of the bed. Harry goes back to the opposite side so he can hold you up while Sarah slides out and Mitch situates himself.

Once he’s lying on the bed, which is in an upright position, Harry guides you so that you’re leaning against Mitch. Your back is resting on his chest, and he wraps his arms firmly around your waist. He feels the steady rise and fall of each breath you take, and for the first time in hours allows himself to relax and feel relief.

Harry sits in the chair by your bed and again holds your hand. Sarah stands on the opposite side, one hand on Mitch’s shoulder, the other occasionally moving to gently wipe away the tears that silently roll down his cheeks. Only after she’s sure everyone is sleeping as peacefully as possible does she finally sit on the couch in the room and rest.

It’s a long night, the first of many in your hospital stay. You’re barely conscious for most of it; even when you’re awake you can’t fight off the brain fog to understand what’s happening. All you know is that there’s always someone by your side, holding your hand, reassuring you that you’ll be okay. You believe these people, even if you can’t always identify them you know that you love and trust them.

However, for Harry, Sarah, and Mitch, every detail of this experience is deeply engrained in their memories. For Harry, the worst moment is watching your body seize after your temperature spiked. It’s the third day, and Mitch and Sarah are home grabbing some more clothes for everyone. The moment your body starts to jerk Harry is briskly led out of the way by hospital staff so they could tend to you. When you stop seizing they move you out of the room so they could run more tests, leaving Harry standing there alone.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there for, unmoving, unthinking, just in shock. Finally, the ringing of the phone in his pocket breaks through to him. He answers and at the sound of his mother’s voice on the line he finally breaks down.

Sarah and Mitch walk in to see Harry sobbing and you missing. They immediately panic and think the worst. Luckily, their presence comforts Harry enough that he’s able to calm down to explain what happened to them, as well as to his mom who is still on the phone.

To no one’s surprise Anne and Gemma arrive the next day to support all of you. Anne pulls her son in for a tight hug while Gemma sits with you. They switch after a little while, Gemma on the couch with Harry and Anne by your side. You’re dazed still, but awake, and you lean into her touch. She holds you like you’re one of her own.

For Mitch, the worst moment is a couple days later. It’s the middle of the night, everyone else home since hospital policy only allows one person with you at night. The nurse checks you and Mitch notices the worried look on his face. A minute later the nurse returns, this time with a doctor.

After the doctor finishes her exam she turns to Mitch to explain what’s happening.

He’s tired, and scared, and needs to clarify what he’s being told and says, “So her kidneys are shutting down? Her organs aren’t working right? Isn’t that like, the start of the end?”

“They’re not shutting down. However, they’re not working to their normal standard, but there are things we can do to reverse that. We caught it quick, and we’ve started the treatment. I know it’s scary, but please don’t worry yet.”

“You’ll tell us when to worry, right?” In that moment Mitch doesn’t care that he sounds like a little kid scared of monsters under the bed. He needs the reassurance from the professional.

“If it comes to that, I promise to be honest. But let’s hope it won’t okay?”

Mitch nods and the doctor checks you one last time before leaving the room. You’re awake, but groggy, so Mitch sits on the bed with you and sings quietly until you fall back asleep.

For Sarah, the worst moment is actually one evening where you’re awake, alert, and aware of what’s going on. At this point the doctors are allowing themselves to be more hopeful about your prognosis. Your kidneys are working properly again, your heart rate and temperature are staying at acceptable levels, and your labs are showing that the antibiotics are working against the infection.

Despite all of this good news, you know that your body has been through a lot, even if you hadn’t been aware of it at the time. You ask Sarah to be completely honest and tell you everything that you don’t remember. Reluctantly, she fills you in on the details.

You sit with the information for a moment until Sarah hears you whisper, “I’m going to die.”

“No, honey, no, you’re getting better. Why do you think you’re going to die?”

“My family. We- we don’t survive. We thought my dad was getting better and he took a turn and was gone so fast. We die. Maybe I’m supposed to die too. And then we’ll all be in heaven together.”

Sarah holds you close and says, “I know you miss them. And I know that you’re scared. But you have the best medical care, and you’re truly getting better. Just hold on a little longer.”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?”

It’s eerily silent in the room, save for the beeping of machines, until Sarah quietly says, “Please, love, please keep fighting. You have been through so much, but you’re still here. Maybe it’s selfish, but we need you here. Me, and Mitch, and Harry, we can’t do life without you. There’s so much more we want to do together, so please keep fighting. I promise we’ll make life wonderful. You just need to be here to see it.”

You notice the impact your words had on her, and realize you didn’t even mean it, not really. You don’t want to die. But you’re scared to let yourself think that way. You’re scared to be hopeful and positive because that’s when things go so horribly wrong.

You don’t know how to explain all of that, so you settle for promising her that you’ll fight to stay alive. She’s relived by your words, but still worried and holds on to you tight.

Sarah glances at the clock and knows that Harry will be back soon to take over the night shift. She just needs to keep her emotions in check until she gets home.

Once back at the apartment, she rushes into Mitch’s arms. She reassures him that nothing’s wrong with you and you’re still on the mend. She tells him it’s the buildup of emotions that has her this upset. He spends the night holding her as sobs wrack her boy, whispering to her that everything will be okay, placing comforting kisses to her head.

Just like he had done with you a few nights prior, he sings until Sarah falls asleep, then continues to cradle her in his arms.

More than two weeks after being admitted, you’re officially on the mend and infection free. Unfortunately, you’re still very weak and you need to spend a few days there undergoing psychical therapy to rebuild some strength. For you this is the worst part. You’re technically healthy, you’ve been living in a hospital forever, you miss your cats, and you just want to be home.

Everyone tries cheering you up and encouraging you in different ways, which all seem to work. You can tell they’ve been through a lot over the past few weeks so you do everything you can to get home to them.

You work especially hard one day after Sarah quietly and cheekily says, “We want to be able to celebrate your good health after you’re home. You’ll need stamina for that.” You blush at her words and the wink she gives you.

Finally, you’re officially discharged. You thank all of your doctors and nurses before Sarah wheels you out. Harry carries your bags and you all head to where Mitch is waiting with the car.

You enter your apartment to a welcome home banner, Mitch’s parents, Anne, and Gemma. Before you can greet any of them your cats both run over. You sit on the floor, and they fight for your attention, meowing, purring, rubbing their faces against yours.

Eventually they’re satisfied that it’s really you and they move off of your lap. Harry helps you stand back up and spends the rest of the afternoon hovering by your side.

Anne and Gemma make dinner, and though your appetite isn’t back to normal, you enjoy every bite of the homecooked meal. As everyone is eating the dessert Mitch’s parents brought, you start to lose energy. Harry is still next to you, and you lean into him more and more, needing his support.

“Time for bed, love?” he asks quietly. You sleepily nod yes in reply.

You wave good night to everyone, and Harry helps you get ready for bed. He lays down with you, and you can hear voices coming from the dining room.

“Do you want me to ask them to leave? Or talk quieter?” he asks you.

“No,” you reply. “I like hearing them.”

Within minutes you’re asleep, sprawled on top of Harry whose arms are holding you tight to him. You wake up briefly in the middle of the night and see that Sarah and Mitch are on either side of you and Harry. For the first time in a month, you feel content.

Unfortunately, you’re still feeling the effects of your illness weeks later. You’re facing more fatigue than usual. Since the infection had started in your lungs, they experienced some damage and still give you trouble. You try to be a good patient for the others, taking any medicine and treatments the doctors still have you on, but sometimes it gets frustrating the way they baby you.

It comes to a head one day in mid-December while you’re all decorating the apartment for Christmas.

First is Harry telling you to put on another coat while you’re putting lights on your deck outside. You explain the multiple layers you’re already wearing, but he insists that you need the coat, so you give in. You’re sweating by the time you’re done.

Next is Mitch taking over when you’re assembling your artificial tree. Sure, it was bulky and heavy, and the needles always gave you at least a few small scratches, but it had been your grandparents. You’d assembled it for them every year since you were big enough, and completing that task always signifies the start of Christmas to you. But again, you step back and let him take over, knowing that he means well and just wants to help.

The real tipping point is when you get on a ladder to put the star on top of the tree. All three of them offer to do it instead, and then hover around you the whole time you’re up there.

“You’re all being dramatic,” you say as you reach just a little farther to get the topper perfectly situated. You see Harry’s hand dart out towards you, and you roll your eyes.

“We just want you to be safe,” Sarah says as you walk down the ladder.

“I am. I am perfectly safe. Nothing I’m doing is dangerous. I have no desire to do anything that will risk my life. I kind of want to keep living, you know.”

“That’s not what you said before,” Sarah states so quietly, like she didn’t mean to let that thought out.

The room goes silent, Mitch and Harry both looking between the two of you.

“What?” you ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Sorry, it’s nothing. I didn’t mean-”

“No, you absolutely did mean to say it. When did I say I didn’t want to live?”

You see the tears fill her eyes and want to go over to comfort her, but you’re frozen. Because suddenly you remember the conversation. And you feel awful. You hate yourself for having said that to her, especially seeing that she’s still affected by those words that weren’t even true.

“One night at the hospital. When you made me tell you everything that had happened to you. And then I had to beg you to fight and hold on for us! You wanted to leave us!”

“Is that true, Y/N? You wanted to die?” Harry asks. Mitch is frozen next to him, staring at the floor like he doesn’t want to hear any of this.

“No!” you say. “I promise, it’s not true.” Finally, you’re the first to move, and you walk to Sarah, gently cupping her cheek, forcing her eyes to meet yours.

“I do not want to die. I didn’t want to die then, I swear. But, at that point, I thought I was going to anyway. I’m so used to everything going wrong that I didn’t want to allow myself to hope. Please believe me, I do not want to leave you.”

She’s silent for a moment and you wipe away the tears that roll down her cheeks.

“I believe you,” she whispers. You share a small smile and press your lips to hers is a chaste kiss.

When you look up you see that Mitch and Harry still haven’t moved.

You pull away from Sarah and say, “Come here.”

The boys listen and you point to the couch, telling all three of them to sit. You choose to sit on the coffee table across from them so that they can all see you.

“I know that you guys have been through a lot,” you start. “And I know it’s because of me. I’ve been on the other side, watching the people I love in the hospital, so I understand what you’re going through. You thought you were going to lose me, and you can’t shake that feeling. I get that you’re scared. But I’m not going anywhere. I mean, I beat a septic infection. I’m more badass than I thought.” This finally shook off everyone’s looks of doom as they smiled at the thought of you being a survivor.

Mitch, who’s sitting in the middle, reaches out to you. He pulls you so that you’re straddling his lap. Harry and Sarah both turn to put a hand on your back, on the same exact spot which causes you all to laugh when they playfully swat the others hand away to claim the spot. Sarah wins and Harry instead places his hand on your head. He turns you to face him and it almost hurts to look at his sad puppy eyes.

You lean over and place a kiss on his lips, before doing the same to Mitch and then Sarah. There’s a moment where no one speaks, and you all just hold onto each other as a reminder that everyone is safe.

After a few minutes you conversationally say, “So, who gets to pick the first Christmas movie?” The remaining tension finally breaks, and you all enjoy the rest of the day together.

It’s not the last moment of fear for everyone. You’ll occasionally notice them being more overprotective, or needing reassurance that you’re safe, but you understand them and make sure to patiently put them at ease every time. It’s been a rough few months, but you feel it’s strengthened the bonds you all have even more.

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AN: Thank you again for reading this story! This is the end of the sickfic. I think the next extra I post is going to be a spicy one!

i smiled

sharing a bed

summary: harry and y/n share a bed. it’s not always great. 

warnings: coarse language

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Ow, fuck. Ouch, wow.”

“What the hell happened to you?” Y/N said groggily, sitting up a little whilst rubbing one of her eyes, seeing Harry curled up on the floor next to the bed. He grasped the edge of the bed and got back up, sitting down with an unamused look on his face. 

“You pushed me off.”

“How could I have pushed you off?”

“I don’t know! Why else would I be on the floor?”

“You’re, like, a six-foot tall, muscled up man, how could I push you off the bed?”

“Well, I wasn’t sleeping on the floor, that’s for sure.”

Y/N flashed him a sleepy smile, grasping his shoulder and pulling him back down onto the bed, shuffling to get comfortable once more. Harry let out a small, dramatic huff as he got in bed next to her, pulling her close and burying his face in her neck, giving her a small kiss there. Y/N pressed her cold feet against Harry’s legs, something he had gotten used to after sharing a bed with her for so long, keeping his legs tangled with hers so they could be even more tangled in the morning. 

“I’m pushing you off next time.” He mumbled.

“Shut up, go to sleep.”

a/n: thought of nerdrry while writing this, so nerdrry!

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Always a Fineline

warnings - little angstyyy blurb!

summary - basically just you and harry divorcing. lol.

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There sat the divorce papers between you and your husband, Harry.

Nothing had worked, you’d both been doing couples counselling and tried to build the love back up with endless dates and nights with just the two of you.

Still nothing.

You two weren’t toxic to each other, no, the spark between you both just wasn’t there anymore. It’s like the love between you and Harry had died down, all that was left was an empty hole in both of your hearts.

You met Harry while he was alone at a bar in 2013, from there you both built a really good relationship that soon turned romantic with Harry finally getting down onto one knee in 2016. Now, 2 years later you were both sat at the table Anne gave you and Harry after you’d both moved into the new house.

Harry stared down at the piece of paper, a sad gloomy dew clouding his eyes, the green appearing almost a dark grey colour.

Signing this paper was the last thing you’d have to do before parting ways for good.

“Who gets the house..?” Harry asks, holding the tip of the pen just above the signature box on the form, a frown prominent on his lips, eyes never leaving the paper.

“H, we already talked about this. I’m okay with staying with my parents till I get my new apartment.” You lean back in your chair slightly, eyes still on the curly headed boy you’d thought you’d always call home.

Harry nods sadly, bringing the pen down onto the paper, signing his name slowly before dropping it onto the page, sliding it across to the middle of the table. Yet, he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes still find his way to either the table, the wall behind you or the piece of paper.

“So.. that’s it?” He almost whispers, shrugging one shoulder, finally his eyes meet yours, both your hearts almost break, seeing the visible pain and tiredness on both of your faces, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the build up of this moment.

“You’ll be okay, Harry. I’m still gonna be here for you.” You smile sadly, trying to lighten the mood, even though there’s nothing light about this.

He shakes his head. “It won’t be the same as it was, Y/N. You know that.” He frowns, his head bowing down once again to avoid eye contact.

You stand up, walking around to his side of the table, hands softly coming in contact with his jaw, picking his face up so he’s looking up at you, like he’d always do when you were sad. “I know it won’t be the same, H. But we have to do this, do it for the sake of our mental health. All we’re doing is going around in circles, It’s an endless cycle of this.. of us.” You choke on a sob at the end, tears finally spilling out of your eyes.

Harry had tried so hard to be strong and not breakdown in front of you, but seeing you cry did it for him. Endless tears are shared between the two of you in what seems to be your last moments close to each other. “I still love you though Y/N.”

“Do you really love me or do you just love the thought of me being around you. Think about it Harry, our love is gone.” You lean down, pressing your forehead against his as you both cry, thumbs caressing the pads of his cheeks.

“I really wanted forever.” He whispers.

“Forever in another lifetime, i promise. We’ll be alright.”

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2021, Las Vegas.

The screams of fans roar through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, it was his first show of Love On Tour where he’d debut his latest Fineline album.

Taking the place onto the centre of the stage, a crew member passes him his guitar as the stage rises up slightly, “This is a special one to me, i know a lot of you have been dying to hear it. I hope you love this song as much as I do.” He smiles, clapping and awes can be heard all around the stage.

The first strum of the guitar to the beat of Fineline is played, Harry takes a deep breath, a sudden emotion coming over him in a flashback of how this song was made. Who inspired this special song to him.

“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.”

“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.”

Singing from the crowd can be heard, harmonising Harry in a way no other concert could compare.

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

Somewhere through the song Harry had closed his eyes, he finally opened them, looking out to the crowd, something in him tells him to take a quick glance up to the VIP box, so he does.

It takes time for him to recognise the person peering over the edge, before it clicks. Y/N.

The person that inspired him to make this album was watching Harry like a hunter show this special album of his to the world.

A small smile cracks at his lips before returning his eyes back to the crowd.

Maybe they will be a fineline.

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TBH THIS WAS REALLY BAD AND SHORT CONSIDERING BUT IT IS MY FIRST EVERY WRITING PIECE SO DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU CRINGE BAHAHA!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK LOVE YA! I AM ALSO NEW TO WRITING SO THERES PROBS ALOT OF GRAMMAR ISSUES ALSO COS I RUSHED THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MONTELL FISH 😭

i dont exactly like this so feel free to skip like the whole thing!! this is my first time writing a piece like this even though i have many drafts put away, but I wanna say a big thank you to my kind friend @harringtons-honey for quite literally helping me for tips with my writing, i want to truly give you the world for that!!

soul shattering

You’re The Winner

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: Harry and you were once inseparable. Both reaching to achieve big dreams. You always dreamed of being a writer and director. You were no where near Harry’s fame, and he knows it. He’s not afraid to let you know it either. Based off the new Conan song, “Winner.”

I didn’t notice it at first, as it came in waves. Tiny jokes pointed at my deepest hurts. Insults baked in sugary dough to hide the sourness beneath. Small snickers traveling around the rooms we were in. Laughter growing when I turned my back.

Soon, his comments became more aimed. Less broad, more explicit. He was blunt in his insults. Snide remarks turning into insults meant only to tear me down.

It shouldn’t have hurt me this much, all these stupid comments. If it were anyone else, I would’ve brushed them off as pure jealousy. But this wasn’t anyone else. This was Harry. A man who had everything. Money, fame, friends, party invitations piling at his door. But more than that, he was my best friend. My guide through Hollywood. The kindest soul that I had ever crossed paths with one fateful night in late 2013.

Back then he was so shy, despite his huge successes. Despite all the gains he was making, all the achievements, all the accomplishments, he was just as humble and down to earth. Never once caring about anyone’s status. He couldn’t care less what projects I was pursuing. Who I was working with, how much money I was making. When I was with him, I was just me. Not some new rising director, some writer chick that was starting to make headlines. I was simply, me.

I don’t know where that Harry went, but this wasn’t him. I considered the idea that maybe a stunt double had stepped in to take the old Harry’s place. All while the old Harry was away at some lavish beach resort in some expensive town off the coast of Italy I’d never heard of. That would’ve made so much more sense, but impossible. This one had the same green eyes and devilishly charming smile. His hair was just as shiny and curly. Physically, he was the same.

To put a date to it, I could say it started around the middle of 2020. He was by himself now, no longer supported by four other counterparts. Finally the center of attention. He’d done relatively well with the release of his first project, but it was his second album that had launched him into a similar success that he had in the band. Magazines swarming him with covers to be plastered on, late night tv talk show hosts all but begging him to sit down on their overly bouncy couches to talk about his love life and music inspiration.

With this new found admiration from the public, the changes were starting to be made. He no longer reached out first, and when he did, it was forcefully. He always made sure to be the one to never text last. Feeling satisfied in leaving another on read. Old Harry could carry conversations into the next day. Texts flooded with his odd facts and silly jokes. Now it was purely business. Maybe some meet ups from time to time. But usually it was me planning to meet up with him. His simple response was a thumbs up, not really caring if I showed or not.

He grew more and more insufferable the longer his fame lasted. Making friends with the best of the best and not even giving a second look to anyone else. So quick to discard those who were once always there for him. He was superficial. Fake. I knew this, but my heart still beat for the sweet boy I met all those years ago. Cherishing the fact he still considered me his best friend, even after all this time. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I did because even with this new asshole persona, I believed that underneath it, the young boy was still there. He just needed to be revealed somehow.

Now I can see how stupid I was. As I sit here, in the darkness of his living room watching some old movie he claims is, “vintage.” Not enjoying myself as I thought I would, but shrinking into the couch cushions, eyes welling up with each new dig he was making at me and my career. Always so quick to point out the clear gaps in our success. Me, having only a few movies and awards to my name, Harry having a room dedicated solely to them. His wins for only his newest album towering over all the ones I’d won in my whole career. I wished I could’ve tuned him out. Ignored how he belittled me, treated me like gum on his shoe. I wish his words meant nothing but that. Just words. I wished and wished.

“You know, if you made movies like this, you’d probably be so much more successful.” He gently smacked the side of my arm, eyes glued to the screen. Not even looking to see my expression.

Maybe it would’ve felt better if he had. Then I would know he only did it to get a rise out of me. Now I could see he was only doing it because that’s how he was. This is who he’s become. That hit so much deeper. I couldn’t blame it on him trying to tease me, or being playful and it coming off too strong. He was just, something almost unexplainable.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” The words were bitter as they rolled off my tongue. The couch I was once sinking into so feebly losing connection with my skin as I shot up to stand over him.

“What?” He looked confused, eyebrow cocked and a playful smirk on his face. He knew, how could he not. He saw how I cowered away, slinking into another room where the quiet was more evident that the soft chatter and quick glances in my direction. Both of pity and interest.

“Do you feel good about yourself? Bringing me down like that? Honestly, Harry tell me, I’m really interested.” His eyes seemed to dull, the movie no longer of interest to him. He stood to match my stance.

“I was just joking.” His arms raised in a fake defensive stance. Smirk still evident on his face.

“You should be proud of yourself, are you? Take a bow! Are you proud because I’m not. I’m not proud to say that there’s honestly nobody who’s ever done better at making me feel worse. So congratulations, Harry.” I clapped slowly, feeling heat rising to my cheeks, tears brimming my waterline. Harry stood there the entire time, mouth parted open and eyes searching my face desperately.

“I don’t see what I’ve done wrong? I was just giving you some tips.” He could’ve fooled me with that statement. His face contorted into one of pure regret and pain, almost like it hurt to deny what he had been doing. Like he didn’t want to be a jerk anymore. Somehow, it almost made me feel guilty.

“I don’t need your tips Harry! I don’t need anything from you. I am perfectly happy with what I’m doing, I don’t need a boat load of awards to show for that. You said it yourself, right? I’m happy doing what I’m doing, so don’t you dare insinuate that I am not successful. Don’t you dare.” My finger found the center of his chest, pushing back on his muscular frame, eyes blinking rapidly to dissolve any tears collecting, threatening to roll down my cheeks. To embarrass me.

My honesty was met with silence, his mouth closing into a firm line, eyes cold and lifeless looking into mine. He seemed totally calm, the complete opposite of my rapid breathing and heaving chest. It made me angry. How could he stand there, chest to chest with his “best friend” and not care about what he was doing to me?

“Fine, okay. Fine.” I backed away slowly, nodding in his direction. My footsteps picked up, hand searching quickly for my coat that was slung over the arm of his million dollar couch.

I never planned on leaving, but if this was what he wanted, to be a jerk and expect everyone to fall at his feet still, then I would not be part of it anymore. I would not cave to his sick and twisted mind games. I would leave, and maybe, just maybe, if he ever came to his senses. If he could ever see just how awful he was to me and could find it in his now frozen over heart to apologize, I would come back to stand beside him happily. But I would not be the woman who stood behind him, a bystander in the future movie of his life.

Slipping on my shoes and reaching for the door handle I paused. Looking around one last time, taking in Harry, who looked just as defeated as I felt, I saw it. He was crying. He was crying, actually crying. Hand gripped over his chest and clawing at where his heart reside. Body shaking silently. Praying I would come back. I sighed, opening the door.

“Harry.” It was quiet.

“Y/n/n.” It almost sounded like a beg. It felt so good to hear him call me that again, a name I hadn’t heard in years. Not since this personality shift.

“You really are the winner.” I didn’t need to further explain myself, he knew what I meant. There really was nobody else who ever had done better at making me feel worse. Nothing that ever did quite kill me more than what he had done. He really was, the winner.

all of harry’s feature moments from the video.

love on tour forever.

@lukesaprince this is for you x

exhibitionism + edging, showing subrry off and telling him what a good boy he is 😵‍💫

*The Club*

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my chest before letting my hair out of the shower cap. I checked the time and was pleased we were on schedule, maybe even a little ahead. Drying off, I dropped the towel to the floor and headed into the main bedroom.

My eyes went to the side of the bed, and a pleased smirk spread on my lips as I saw Harry. His cock was hard, pressing up against his stomach, dripping down on his thighs, crotch, and stomach. A black satin blindfold was tied around his head and except for the chain choker around his neck held closed by a padlock, he was completely naked.

I took a seat by my vanity and did my makeup and my hair for the night before putting in some earrings, rings, and a necklace. Pleased with the look, I walked over to the bed where I'd laid out my outfit for the night. I put on the mesh bra and made sure the extra decorative straps around the waist and back were laid properly before putting on the matching thong.

Pulling up the leather pants, I admired myself in the full-length mirror. The heels I'd picked out for the night were downstairs so for now I was done and all that remained was to get Harry dressed. "Stand" I told him as I grabbed one of my favorite harnesses for him.

Harry slowly got up, getting feeling back in his feet again after kneeling for a long period of time. I stroked my hand over his chest, enjoying seeing how his nipples hardened and his poor cock twitched in eagerness. "Quite excited for tonight aren't you, H?" I asked, moving my hand very slowly down toward his crotch.

Harry opened his mouth to reply before quickly snapping it shut and nodding. I chuckled and flicked his cock with my finger. "Good boy. You may speak until further notice" I told him. Harry put his hands behind his back and groaned as I kept running my fingertips up and down his cock every so gently. "Please, Miss" he keened, his stomach muscles visibly tightening in front of me.

Grinning, I patted his chest. "You should save your begging for later tonight" I told him before I pulled off the blindfold he was wearing. Harry squinted at the light and blinked rapidly a few times before I was his eyes looking me over. "You're so pretty" he whispered and took a second look. "Touch?" he asked quietly as he moved his to his front.

"No. Put this on" I ordered him before walking away to decide the rest of his outfit, smiling as I heard him let out a breath and a slight whimpering sound coming from him. Finding a pair of leather pants that matched mine, I plucked it off the hanger and grabbed a jockstrap.

I signaled for him to put it on while I grabbed him some socks and a button-up shirt to wear while we were driving. "Miss? Help, please?" Harry asked as he couldn't get the harness to lay right as he looked at himself in the mirror. I rolled my eyes. "What would you do without me? So helpless" I tutted as I walked over and started tightening and adjusting the straps so they were perfect.

"I know, Miss. I'm sorry" Harry blushed. "Thank you for helping me, Miss" he said while I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me. Kissing him slowly, I hummed against his lips as he returned the kiss passionately. He put his hands on my hips and he moved closer while he rubbed his fingers on my exposed skin.

"Please, can I taste you? Want to make you feel so good, Miss, please. I'll be so good, want you" Harry moaned as he asked so nicely. I stroked his cheek. "Get down on your knees" I told him softly, giving him a smile. Harry licked his lips and quickly kneeled, running his hands down my legs.

I stroked his hair while I nudged his crotch with my foot. "Now why would I let a naughty boy have such a treat?" I asked. Harry looked at me confused. "Naughty, Miss?" he asked and I could see his mind going a thousand miles as he thought it over. He jerked his hands off me as if I'd burned him. "I-I" he started apologizing but I just hushed him and put my finger against his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll only add an extra 30 minutes to our playtime for you touching me without permission" I told him with a smile. I gave him his shirt and socks before I told him to get up and follow as I headed downstairs.

After I'd finished getting my heels and blazer on, I grabbed my little clutch. I held out my hand for him to take. He looked at it and went to grab it before he stopped himself and looked at me unsure. "You may touch me now, baby boy" Harry smiled and took my hand.

The drive to the club was just about 40 minutes and the closer we got the more Harry tried to adjust the tight pants around his crotch. "Leave the shirt in the car" I told him as we got to the valet parking. I held my hand up to signal the valet boy to stop, Harry would open the door for me.

Harry took off his shirt quickly before he got out of the car and walked over to my side. Opening the door, he held out his hand for me. I accepted it and stepped out and handed him the clutch before I slipped off the blazer. Giving the valet boy the car keys and a little tip, I grabbed Harry's hand again.

After showing off our member cards and ID, we were finally inside. The music was going, people were dancing, some were playing while some were just chatting. It was exhilarating.

Seeing a free booth area, I led Harry over. "Quite a crowd tonight, everyone had the same idea as us" I said leaning back and taking in everyone. "Mmm" Harry hummed as he looked around too. Some people on the stage caught his eye. It was two women and one man, the man was being whipped by both the ladies.

Smirking, I put my hand on his bulge and squeezed. "Jealous?" I asked as I leaned in. Harry gave a slight nod before a blush spread over his face. "I'm sure something can be arranged" I chuckled and moved my hand to his back.

I laughed loudly and nearly snorted as I listened to Julia telling a story about an incident at work. Our friends had finally arrived after being an hour late and judging by Leo's hair and the marks on his neck and chest- it was easy to see why they'd been late.

"Remind me to never ever work in retail. I don't know how you do it" I told her honestly and took a sip of my water. "Neither do I to be honest" Julie replied with a slight chuckle. We both looked out at the crowd to check on our boys. Harry, Leo, and some of the other boys were talking and laughing on the dancefloor.

"So, will we be seeing you two at the party on Saturday?" Julie asked, sipping her drink. I nodded. "We'll be there! What kind of people will be attending? Need to know where the line is" I asked and looked at her. "Oh, it'll be fellow scene people so you're free to come as you are. Just some drinks but we can still express ourselves" Julie said.

"I'll be sure to book a cab then" I grinned. Leo came and sat down next to Julie and whispered in her ear. Meeting Harry's eyes, I beckoned him over with a finger. While I waited for him to make his way over, Leo slid down to the floor. Julie gave me a smirk as she spread her legs and pulled her skirt up.

We'd been friends a long time and had pretty much seen each other do everything, especially at the club. Harry's face was flushed and there was a slight sheen of sweat all over his chest as he took his seat next to me, his eyes going to Leo who was eagerly lapping at Julie's pussy.

He looked at me hopefully, making me laugh quietly. Pulling him in for a kiss, I tangled my fingers into his hair, loving how he would whimper and moan as I tugged on his hair. "Be good boy and eat you out, Miss? Taste you, make you feel good, please" Harry begged against my lips.

"I think it's time to lose the pants, baby" I told him as I stroked his cheek. Harry nodded and stood up, eagerly starting to push down his leather pants. He slipped his shoes back on and sat down. I pulled the cup on his jockstrap back and pulled his cock out, holding my thumb on his cockhead and running it in circles on the sensitive tip.

Harry moaned and threw his head back as he grasped onto the couch bench we were sitting on. "Fuck! Miss, please" he panted as he turned his head to look at me. "Please what?" I asked him while I kept on rubbing his cockhead. "Cum! Please, can I cum? Need to cum, please" he begged, his fingers turning white from how hard he was clutching the couch, drops of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Oh, no I don't think so" I smiled, gave his cock a little tug, and took my hand off him. Harry whined and his hips were moving as his cock searched for friction. "You should take off the jockstrap actually, I'll have better access that way" I told him, ignoring how Julie was moaning and cumming right next to me as she wrapped her legs around Leo and pushed his face into her.

Harry let go of the couch and hooked his fingers to the straps and pushed them down. "I'm quite thirsty actually, could you get me a red bull with ice?" I 'asked' while I grabbed a green armband from my clutch and slipped it on Harry's wrist. "You can have water if your thirsty too"

I could see that it was taking his brain longer to take in the words I was saying and fully process them. He looked at his bracelet and I saw his cock twitch. Licking his lips he stood up, his face bright red. "Oh, Harry, would you mind getting me a mojito while you're over there" Julie asked as she gave him a smirk.

He nodded and started to walk over to the bar. "First time alone with the green on" I told Julie while keeping an eye on him. The club had several color codes, a green bracelet meaning the person was free to be touched. Hands were sliding and stroking him everywhere as he made his way to the front of the bar.

Harry groaned as someone squeezed his ass tightly, while another stroked his cock. "A-a red bull with, fuck! Ice please" Harry whimpered as someone pulled on his nipples. "And, a mojito, please" he grasped the edge of the bar and closed his eyes, the feeling of someone spreading his cheeks and pressing a finger against his asshole.

"I'll bring it over" the bartender said as she started making the drinks. "No, please, I'm supposed to get them" Harry spoke up and choked back a moan. "Give this to your dom, I'll be over with the drinks when they're done" Harry accepted the little business card and signed the bill before he started making his way, hands touching him as he went.

He handed over the card before he slid down to the floor and pressed himself as close as possible to me. Reading the card, I chuckled and stroked Harry's hair. I showed it to Julie who also did a little chuckle. "Oh yeah, I've had a few of those. Give them to the subbies they think are likely to drop the drinks. I say she called that one right" I smirked and nodded. "Me too"

Harry was practically shaking, clinging to my legs and waist as he panted, his hard cock dripping precum everywhere. I kept stroking Harry's hair, giving him a chance to calm down a little. Feeling a little pinch on my arm, I looked down quickly with a frown. "Baby?" I asked.

Harry held up the hand with his armband on. "Off, please?" he asked as quietly as he could considering the music and the other people talking. I gave him a comforting smile and nodded. "Want to come sit up here?" I asked as I took off the bracelet, putting it back in my clutch.

He got up and sat down right next to me, almost sitting on my lap. I wrapped my hands around him. "Want a break?" I asked, meeting his eyes. He shook his head quickly. "No! Just want you! Please" he whimpered as he pressed his face into my neck.

I rubbed his back as he sat still for a few minutes. "I'm sorry, Miss" Harry said as he pulled back, a little blush on his face. "What you sorry for?" I asked and took his hand. "For getting overwhelmed. I liked it but it was so much and you weren't there and I wanted you there but I wasn't even that far away and" he rambled, lost in his thoughts.

Cupping his face, I met his eyes. "If we bring out the green armband again, I will be by your side the whole time. Okay? I never want you to be uncomfortable, scared, or worried. I'm going to keep you safe" I told him firmly but lovingly. Harry chewed on his lip before he nodded. "Okay, Miss"

"Good boy" I moved my hands down to his neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss, practically feeling Harry melt in my hands. He put one hand on my leg to steady himself as he leaned into the kiss. Reaching down to his cock, I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking it slowly.

Harry's breath hitched and he let out a quiet moan. "My little boy, having his cock out for all these people. Watching you be such a good boy for me" I told him, keeping the slow pace. "Please" Harry begged with a whine.

I chuckled and took my hand off his cock. "No, no, please, Miss" he complained as he pressed his head against the wall, his cock twitching against his stomach. "See those two chairs? Imagine that you're sitting in one and I in the other. It's so close to the stage that everyone could watch as I played with my boy" I whispered into his ear, running my finger up his shaft.

Harry opened his eyes and looked over at the two chairs I was talking about. "Please, please" he whimpered. "You want everyone to see you be a good boy, baby?" I wrapped my fingers around him again, moving my hand up and down quickly.

"Fuck! Yes, please, Miss, need to cum, please, good boy promise" Harry moaned as his hips rose slightly, thrusting into my hand. Seeing that he was close to actually cumming, I took my hand off him, a smirk growing on my face as the sounds of his whimpers and disappointed sounds went straight to my cunt.

I stroked my hand up and down his chest as he breathed heavily. "I should book the stage one night. Could have you show everyone how good that mouth of yours is before I show everyone how long I can keep you on the brink" I teased, enjoying how his eyes widened and his breath sped up.

"Please" Harry begged as I took hold of his cock. "Yeah? You like that idea, baby? Me showing you off?" I tightened my grip but moved my hand up and down slowly. He nodded, whining quietly. "Be good" he mumbled, his pupils were so wide as he looked at me.

"Always so good for me. Wake me up with your mouth, give me the best foot massages, have the best ass I've ever had the pleasure of fucking and spanking" Harry arched his back, his mouth gasping silently. He was so close, I considered letting him cum.

But I took my hand off him again. "Noo! No, no, please! Miss, please!" He cried as he shifted in his seat, raising his hand before bringing them behind his back so he wouldn't touch himself. "Please, let me cum. I'll do whatever you want, please" he sniffled and squirmed.

"Oh, you want to cum?" I asked, wrapping my hand around his cock. "Yes! Yes, please, want to cum so bad Miss, please need to please" he begged as I stroked my fingertips over his cockhead, his hands coming out from behind his back only so he could press them down into the couch. "So close, Miss, please, please" he begged breathily, his head dropping back.

I jerked him off quickly and with a tight grip. "Open your eyes, look at everyone that's watching you. All of them so jealous" I told him as he lifted his head, opening his eyes and looking around, moving my hand as fast as I could. "Please! Going to cum, Miss, going to, I can't, please" he gasped and held his breath as he started to shoot his cum all over his chest.

Smirking, I looked at him pleased. I kept my fingers around his cock until he was done. "Thank you, thank you, Miss, love you" he mumbled as he tried to open his eyes to look at me. I leaned in and gave him a kiss, stroking his arm. "I love you too, baby. Make me so proud" I told him before letting him rest against me as he was almost asleep. The poor boy was worn out.

When Julie pushed Leo down between her legs again she looked at me. "This is all your fault by the way" I held Harry closer before smirking proudly. "You're welcome"

Always a Fineline

warnings - little angstyyy blurb!

summary - basically just you and harry divorcing. lol.

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There sat the divorce papers between you and your husband, Harry.

Nothing had worked, you’d both been doing couples counselling and tried to build the love back up with endless dates and nights with just the two of you.

Still nothing.

You two weren’t toxic to each other, no, the spark between you both just wasn’t there anymore. It’s like the love between you and Harry had died down, all that was left was an empty hole in both of your hearts.

You met Harry while he was alone at a bar in 2013, from there you both built a really good relationship that soon turned romantic with Harry finally getting down onto one knee in 2016. Now, 2 years later you were both sat at the table Anne gave you and Harry after you’d both moved into the new house.

Harry stared down at the piece of paper, a sad gloomy dew clouding his eyes, the green appearing almost a dark grey colour.

Signing this paper was the last thing you’d have to do before parting ways for good.

“Who gets the house..?” Harry asks, holding the tip of the pen just above the signature box on the form, a frown prominent on his lips, eyes never leaving the paper.

“H, we already talked about this. I’m okay with staying with my parents till I get my new apartment.” You lean back in your chair slightly, eyes still on the curly headed boy you’d thought you’d always call home.

Harry nods sadly, bringing the pen down onto the paper, signing his name slowly before dropping it onto the page, sliding it across to the middle of the table. Yet, he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes still find his way to either the table, the wall behind you or the piece of paper.

“So.. that’s it?” He almost whispers, shrugging one shoulder, finally his eyes meet yours, both your hearts almost break, seeing the visible pain and tiredness on both of your faces, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the build up of this moment.

“You’ll be okay, Harry. I’m still gonna be here for you.” You smile sadly, trying to lighten the mood, even though there’s nothing light about this.

He shakes his head. “It won’t be the same as it was, Y/N. You know that.” He frowns, his head bowing down once again to avoid eye contact.

You stand up, walking around to his side of the table, hands softly coming in contact with his jaw, picking his face up so he’s looking up at you, like he’d always do when you were sad. “I know it won’t be the same, H. But we have to do this, do it for the sake of our mental health. All we’re doing is going around in circles, It’s an endless cycle of this.. of us.” You choke on a sob at the end, tears finally spilling out of your eyes.

Harry had tried so hard to be strong and not breakdown in front of you, but seeing you cry did it for him. Endless tears are shared between the two of you in what seems to be your last moments close to each other. “I still love you though Y/N.”

“Do you really love me or do you just love the thought of me being around you. Think about it Harry, our love is gone.” You lean down, pressing your forehead against his as you both cry, thumbs caressing the pads of his cheeks.

“I really wanted forever.” He whispers.

“Forever in another lifetime, i promise. We’ll be alright.”

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2021, Las Vegas.

The screams of fans roar through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, it was his first show of Love On Tour where he’d debut his latest Fineline album.

Taking the place onto the centre of the stage, a crew member passes him his guitar as the stage rises up slightly, “This is a special one to me, i know a lot of you have been dying to hear it. I hope you love this song as much as I do.” He smiles, clapping and awes can be heard all around the stage.

The first strum of the guitar to the beat of Fineline is played, Harry takes a deep breath, a sudden emotion coming over him in a flashback of how this song was made. Who inspired this special song to him.

“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.”

“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.”

Singing from the crowd can be heard, harmonising Harry in a way no other concert could compare.

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

Somewhere through the song Harry had closed his eyes, he finally opened them, looking out to the crowd, something in him tells him to take a quick glance up to the VIP box, so he does.

It takes time for him to recognise the person peering over the edge, before it clicks. Y/N.

The person that inspired him to make this album was watching Harry like a hunter show this special album of his to the world.

A small smile cracks at his lips before returning his eyes back to the crowd.

Maybe they will be a fineline.

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TBH THIS WAS REALLY BAD AND SHORT CONSIDERING BUT IT IS MY FIRST EVERY WRITING PIECE SO DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU CRINGE BAHAHA!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK LOVE YA! I AM ALSO NEW TO WRITING SO THERES PROBS ALOT OF GRAMMAR ISSUES ALSO COS I RUSHED THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MONTELL FISH 😭

i dont exactly like this so feel free to skip like the whole thing!! this is my first time writing a piece like this even though i have many drafts put away, but I wanna say a big thank you to my kind friend @harringtons-honey for quite literally helping me for tips with my writing, i want to truly give you the world for that!!