the word is love.

Series Summary ↣ Six wedding events. Three months. Zero dates. What are two single friends to do except be each other’s plus one? What could possibly go wrong when open bars, shared rooms, and mixed feelings are involved?

Pairing ↣ Harry Styles x OFC

Warnings ↣ 18+ only. Mainly fluff and angst, with a little smut thrown in for good measure. Cursing and alcohol consumption will also be prevalent. Other warnings may apply and will be specifically stated at the beginning of each part.

Author’s Note ↣ This is my first Harry fic and I’m super excited to share it but I’m also a bit nervous, so any feedback would be really appreciated <3

Status ↣ coming soon!

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Title: Savasana

Author: @ihearthes Pairing: Harry x Unnamed OFC Rating: Fluff Word Count: 3786 Inspired by: Anon

In which Harry falls asleep in yoga class…

Author: @ihearthes Pairing: Harry x Unnamed OFC Rating: Light Smut Word Count: 3500 Inspired by: @wanderlustwaving and “The Lady or the Tiger” by Frank Stockton

New Musical Express, 1971: Harry Butler makes his debut solo appearance on Top of the Pops. Butler, 29, is known the world over for being part of the band The Cavendish Avenues, but with a number 1 hit and an album on the way, the question remains to be seen if his time away from the band will be permanent. Will he be able to maintain his success without writing parter, Gene Turner?

Masterlist by @pocharryfics

➪ check out their masterlist!!!!

A Glimpse - @bouquetofkissesxo

➪ amira invites harry to be her date to a family wedding - harry spends the week watching their traditions, hoping he’ll be a part of them soon enough

Stick Together - @bonappetizzle

➪ harry doesn’t want y/n to go home

Brown Skin And Lemon Over Ice - @stylesmessiah

➪ a ‘fan’ being rude to latina yn by asking “are you even from america?” or some bullshit and harry has zero tolerance for it and he snaps w/o hesitation

Flowered Hands - @stylesmessiah

➪ indian/desi y/n where h is just really enamored by her culture

Rumour Has It (Series) - @stylishmuser

➪ about media perception, what sacrifices it takes to be a star, family, and a boy who takes care of a girl like nobody else ever has

Noir (Series) - @harrystylesgotmefuckedup

➪ never mix business with pleasure, they said, but they never met Harry

Come Out And Play - @mellowstyles94

➪ it’s your anniversary, and christmas

Linger - @mellowstyles94

➪ friends to lovers but minus the slow burn

Elusive - @mellowstyles94

➪ “the music played over the make shift dancefloor as if it had fused with the bodies - his eyes flick over the vicinity before they land on you”

Papi’s Grumpy - @cocochannel

➪ dad!harry takes his son for a walk and the lack of ice cream sharing makes harry sad 

All For You - @amethystnalaah

➪ what’s a birthday without a bit of a surprise

Loving Pluto - @punani

➪ he's been watching her for a while and with great impulsivity and a perfect opportunity, he takes what he wants

I Fucking Hate You - @amethystnalaah

➪ in the words of the great academic scholar megan thee stallion, “i think all these n*ggas stupid, but i still want the head”

I Love You - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

➪ they are friends, she is sure he is not into her cause his exes are all white

Hold My Hand (Series) - @harrytheehottie

➪ sofia found herself in a career rut. harry was coming off a six-month world tour and an unexpected break-up. they both end up at the same studio. sofia working the front desk and harry writing his sophomore album

Look At You With Your Mouth Watering - @harryforvogue

Quarantine Christmas Part 1

Author: @ihearthes Pairing: Harry x y/n Rating: Fluff/Smut (Smut in Part 2) Word Count: 2826 (Part 1) Fiction Chalenge via @caitlin‘s fiction party via @sweetcreatureinthedark

December 23, 2020

My head spins as I haul my suitcase from the trunk, using two hands due to the heft of the dirty clothes inside. Setting it on the ground, I yank on the handle before grappling with the two shopping bags filled with presents, reaching back for the decorated Christmas tin that is filled with homemade cookies, fudge, and other delicacies baked by my colleagues at Apple Music. 

Wrestling with my hands full, I close the trunk with an elbow, shivering in the chilly LA air. At the front door, I want to cry. Dammit. I could clearly remember that when Glenne had given me the code for the front door and the alarm, I placed them in my phone under her contact information.