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You’re just like a flower

༄ Pt 2 of Don't worry I'll make you worry!

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Tucker had been talking about Saturday's hockey game for weeks. Every practice, every team meeting, every late-night FaceTime call somehow circled back to it. It was an important game. A huge one. So huge, in fact, that you hadn't even bothered mentioning your own.

You were sitting in the living room with Allie one afternoon, when Tucker walked in carrying a protein shake. "Are you excited for your big game?"  Allie asked. Tucker looks at you confused. "Game?"

 "Uh..." He narrowed his eyes. Allie took no time to leave the living room. "What game?" You tried to play it off. "Nothing." You say softly. "Sunshine?."You sighed. "It's just soccer." you say. "Just soccer?" Tucker repeated. "Since when is soccer 'just soccer' to you ?" You bit your lip.

"When's your game?" You fidget with your fingers. "Tomorrow." His eyebrows shot up. "Tomorrow?" You nodded. "And you didn't tell me?" The disappointment on his face made your stomach twist. "It's not a big deal" you shrug.  "Not a big deal?" You groaned. "Tucker."

"No, seriously. Why didn't you tell me?" You looked down at your hands. "Because you have your hockey game." The room went quiet. Tucker stared at you. "What does that have to do with anything?" You gave him a look. "A lot?" He frowned.

"Explain." You laughed softly. "Tucker, you've been talking about this game for weeks. I already knew you couldn't come." Instead of arguing, Tucker just put his hands over his face. "You just assumed I wouldn't be there." You reached for his hand. "I assumed hockey came first."

His jaw tightened, suddenly you wished you could take it back. Garrett shook his head. "No. You should've told me." 

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The next morning, you woke up to a text from him.

Tucker: Good luck today, Sunshine. You're gonna kill it.

You smiled immediately.

You: Good luck too, Tucker. I’ll stop by after my game:)

You figured that was it. You figured he'd be at the rink while you were on the field.You figured you'd celebrate separately afterward. So when you walked onto the soccer field later that afternoon, you weren't looking for him. Which is why your entire body froze when you spotted a familiar hockey player sitting in the bleachers.

Holding flowers, smiling at you.

Tucker.

Your jaw dropped. No way. No freaking way. He lifted a hand and waved. " You couldn't stop smiling.  He stayed the entire game, every time you glanced toward the stands, he was there. At one point you scored and heard him yell so loudly from the bleachers that half the field turned to look. By the end of the game your cheeks hurt from smiling. And when the final whistle blew and your team won? 

You were gone, sprinting across the field. Tucker barely had time to stand before you launched yourself at him. He caught you instantly. Arms wrapping around your waist. Your legs around his hips.  "You came." You say softly "Obviously." Tucker says placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Your game!" Tucker shrugged. "Missed it." You stared at him. "What?" 

"I missed it." You couldn't believe it. Tucker never missed hockey. Ever, not for anyone. Yet here he was. At your game. "Why?" His smile softened. "Because I was sitting there thinking about how you didn't tell me." You opened your mouth, but he continued "And then I realized you'd already decided I wouldn't come." Your heart sank. “Tucker"

"So I figured I should probably fix that." You stared at him, completely speechless. His hand slid into your hair. "You matter to me more than some silly game sunshine." Your eyes immediately burned. He tilted your chin up, and kissed you. You melted against him. His hand resting on your cheek. Yours tangled in the back of his hair.

When he pulled away, he barely made it an inch before kissing you again, and again, and again. Little kisses, everywhere. "Don't forget, we have a date tomorrow." He says softly, you smile and nod your head.

You knew, you had fallen so deep for Tucker, and you wish your heart would stop trying to deny it.

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"Hey, sunshine.” Tucker grinned the second you opened the door. You stared at him, completely unimpressed. “It’s eight in the morning. On a Saturday,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. Tucker just laughed and stepped inside “We have a date, remember?” He held out a bouquet of sunflowers, you sighed as you took them. “No, yeah, I remember. But you forgot to mention it was at eight in the fucking morning.”

“Stop being so grumpy, sunshine.” Tucker whispered, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “The day’s already half wasted.” You look at him like he’s crazy “The day literally just started.” he laughs. “Exactly.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile threatening to pull at your lips gave you away. “There it is,” Tucker said proudly. “Knew I could get one.” Before you could say anyhting, he cupped your cheek and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It was sweet and warm,  you wrapped your arms around his neck and his grin widened against your mouth. He kissed you again, slower this time. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “Better?” he mumbles “Maybe.” he furries his eyebrows. “Maybe?”

You lean up and kiss him again. “Better.” Tucker looked way too pleased with himself. “Good. Now get dressed sunshine. We’ve got a date.”

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Tucker was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other tangled with yours. You hadn't bothered asking where he was taking you. You figured he'd tell you eventually. Your confusion only grew when he pulled into the parking lot of your soccer field.

You looked over at him. “Tucker.” he looks at you. “Yeah?” “Why are we at my soccer field? Is this you telling me you're still upset for not telling you about my game?” he chuckles, shaking his head. “ No, we are here because that's where our date is.” You blinked. “What?”

He just smiled and got out of the truck. He went to your side and opened the door,  you followed him across the grass. And then you saw it. A blanket spread out near midfield. A picnic basket. Your favorite snacks. Your favorite drinks. Even a small speaker quietly plays music in the background. For a second, you just stared. “Tucker...” you breathed. “You like it?” he asks nervously.  “You did all this?” you say,  turning to him smiling big. “Of course I did sunshine.”

You looked back at the setup, your chest tightening. “Why here?” Tucker shoved his hands in his pockets. “Because soccer is your thing.” He shrugged. “You spend half your life on this field. Figured if I was gonna do something important, it should be somewhere important to you too.”

Your heart practically melted. For the next hour, you sat together on the blanket, talking and laughing while Tucker stole bites of your food every chance he got. At one point, you caught him staring.

“What?” you ask for a mouth full of strawberries.  “I just think you're so pretty.” You groaned and shoved his shoulder. “That's so cheesy.” As the morning passed, the conversation eventually drifted to the two of you. To how ridiculous this whole thing was. Because six dates ago, you had been absolutely determined not to let Tucker get close.

"You remember what you told me after our first date?" Tucker asked. You immediately groaned. "No." Tucker laughs. Gosh everything about him is so beautiful.  "You do." you shake your head no "I really don't." A lie. Tucker laughed again. "You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'One date, Tucker, and this was it. Don't expect another one.'"

You buried your face in your hands.  "And now look at us." You peeked through your fingers. " Tucker's smile slowly faded into something more serious. And suddenly your stomach flipped. "Tucker?" He took a deep breath.

" You matter so much to me." The honesty in his voice made your heart pound. "I can't imagine not calling you when something good happens. I can't imagine not seeing you after practice. I can't imagine my day without you in it."

“You’re my sunshine.”

He scooted closer, taking both of your hands in his.

"I know I'm not perfect. I know I can be hardheaded, I know I still have to work on myself. But I've never been more sure about anything the way I am about you." His thumb brushed over your knuckles. "You make me happier than I've been in a long time." Your heart was pounding now. "So... would you be my girlfriend?"

Don’t worry, i’ll make you worry.

ׂׂׂૢYou and Tucker slept together once, and while it was a mistake on your part, Tucker can't seem to leave you alone. You've got him completely addicted. He spends every spare second trying to convince you that he can treat you better than anyone ever has.

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The first time you slept with Tucker, it wasn't supposed to mean anything. At least that's what you told yourself. You'd spent two years rebuilding yourself after your ex. Two years scraping pieces of your dignity off the floor after being lied to, cheated on, and fed promises that turned out to be empty. Somewhere along the way, you stopped believing men were worth the effort.

Tucker, unfortunately, didn't seem to get the memo. "Just one date." he pleads  "No." you say emotionless. "Okay so then maybe dinner as friends?" he says grabbing your bag for you, "Tucker." He grinned from where he sat across from you in the student lounge. "I'm hearing maybe."

You rolled your eyes, the problem wasn't that Tucker annoyed you. The problem was that he didn't. He remembered things. Tiny things. The way you hated onions. The way you always ordered extra ice. The fact that you got quiet whenever someone you didn't know would show up. Most people saw your walls and walked away.

That didn’t bother Tucker in the slightest. "You know," he said casually, "I could treat you way better than that loser ever did." You laughed. He tilted his head. "You hear one thing about my ex and suddenly you're trying to save me." His smile faded slightly. "No." He protested.

"Yeah." you say chuckling.  "No." His voice was quieter this time. "I'm trying to convince you that you deserve better." The words landed harder than they should have. You hated that. You hated that every time he looked at you, it felt genuine. You hated that he never pushed when you told him to back off.

Most of all, you hated that part of you wanted to believe him. "You should give up," you said. Tucker laughed softly. "Not happening." you roll your eyes and continue walking. "You are unbelievably stubborn John." you say half jokingly, 

"You don't even know what you're fighting for, and you don't really want me. ." His eyes met yours. "Yeah, I do." you knew exactly what he meant, he wasn't chasing some fantasy version of you. He'd seen the trust issues, the bitterness. The way you ignore him anytime something starts to feel real.

And he stayed, not because he thought he could fix you. Because he wanted you anyway. "Tucker..." His expression softened. "You don't have to decide anything," he said. "I know you're scared." You opened your mouth to argue. He raised an eyebrow. "Terrified, actually."

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up." A smile tugged at his lips. "Look, all I'm saying is that whenever you're ready to stop assuming every guy is your ex, I'll be here. I promise you, I am not him." The worst part wasn't that Tucker wanted you. The worst part was that after months of fighting it, you wanted him too.

   —

A month later, Tucker was still trying. Good morning texts, Pictures of him randomly doing things, random complaints about classes. The occasional "you should come to my game tonight" that always ended with you changing the conversation, and tonight was no different.

Tucker: Big game tonight.

You didn't answer.

Tucker: I know you're reading this sunshine.

Tucker: You're actually the most stubborn person I've ever met.

You smiled

You: Go focus on hockey.

Three dots appeared immediately.

Tucker: So you're coming?

You: Tucker. Stop.

Tucker: :(

You locked your phone.

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The arena was loud. You immediately regretted showing up. The stands were packed with students, music blaring through the speakers while players skated warmups across the ice. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself and climbed into an empty seat near the glass.

Nobody knew you were there. Especially Tucker. You told yourself you weren't there for him. You were just curious. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about and nothing more. Then Tucker skated past, and somehow he spotted you immediately. You watched his head snap toward the stands. Then stop…Then do a double take. A slow grin spread across his face.

The entire warmup he kept glancing over. Every single time he passed your section. It was ridiculous. By the time the game started you could practically feel his excitement from across the rink. The game itself was surprisingly entertaining. Fast. Aggressive.

You caught yourself paying attention whenever he had the puck. Caught yourself  getting nervous when he got checked into the boards. Caught yourself cheering when he scored. The second the puck hit the back of the net, Tucker's head turned toward the stands. Toward you.

His teammates crashed into him in celebration while he pointed in your direction. The girl beside you shouted. "HE SCORED FOR YOU." She said with a huge grin on her face. "He did not."

—

They won. 

Unfortunately.

You were halfway to the parking lot when someone grabbed your elbow. "Took you long enough." You turned. Tucker stood there with wet hair and flushed cheeks, still wearing part of his gear. The smile on his face was so cute it made you melt.

"You came." you give him a soft smile  "You actually came." You rolled your eyes. “Just wanted to see if you were actually a good player like everyone says.” His grin somehow got bigger. For a moment neither of you spoke. The parking lot buzzed around you with people leaving the arena. Then Tucker's expression softened. "You stayed the whole game."

The simple observation hit harder than it should have. He knew you haven't stayed a whole game since your ex, he hadn't expected you to. Part of him still thought you'd leave. You looked away. "Yeah." When you looked back, he was staring. Not with his usual teasing smile. Just looking at you. Like you were something he'd been waiting for.

Your chest tightened. "Tucker." you say uncomfortable. He hummed "You know this doesn't mean anything, right?" A laugh escaped him. "You keep saying that." He pauses  "And somehow you keep showing up."

—--

The fight with your mom started at 8 that morning. You'd called her on your way to class hoping that this time she would comfort you. By the end of the conversation, you were sitting in your car gripping the steering wheel while she listed all the ways you were disappointing her.

Your grades weren't where they should be, you weren't taking enough classes, you spent too much time on soccer, you didn't spend enough time on soccer. You weren't trying hard enough, you weren't enough.

The conversation ended the same way they always did, with words neither of you could take back. The rest of the day only got worse. A failed exam, terrible practice, coach who pulled you aside afterward just to tell you he expected more from you. By six o'clock, you felt hollow.

Like somebody had scooped everything out of your chest and left nothing behind. You sat in your car long after the sun started setting. Not driving, not moving, just staring. You thought about calling Hannah, but you couldn't stand the thought of talking. Couldn't stand the thought of explaining why your voice sounded the way it did.

Somehow you ended up pulling into Tucker's neighborhood. You feel stupid immediately. What were you doing? You weren't his girlfriend, you weren't even really anything. You sat there for another minute. Before finally getting out. You climbed the steps before you could knock, the door opened, Garrett stood there. His eyebrows shot up. "Hey."

Garrett knew you. Not well, but enough. Enough to know something was wrong. His expression changed immediately. "Are you okay?" The question almost made your eyes sting, you hated that stupid question.

"Is Tucker here?" Garrett glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, he's-" The reality of what you were doing hit you all at once. Showing up at Tucker's house because your life was falling apart. Showing up because somewhere along the way he'd become the person you thought about when things got bad. Your chest tightened. No. No, that was pathetic. You took a step back. "Actually, never mind."

Garrett frowned. "What?" You shake your head. "Forget it." He sighs, you forced a smile. "I should go." Then you turned and walked away before he could stop you. The cold evening air hit your face. Your vision blurred. You hated yourself for coming. Hated yourself for crying. Hated that after everything, after all your promises to never depend on another person again, you'd somehow ended up on Tucker's doorstep.

You were halfway to your car when the front door opened behind you.

"Hey sunshine"

You stopped walking, the stupid nickname he gave you because he said you were the grumpiest person he knew, and needed sunshine. His voice alone was enough to make your throat tighten. Footsteps hurried down the porch steps. You didn't look at him. If you looked at him, you knew exactly what would happen. "What happened?" His voice was soft.

"Nothing." It came out weaker than you wanted. "You never come here." The lump in your throat grew. You stared at your car, at the pavement. Anywhere but him.

"I wasn't thinking." You squeezed your eyes shut, the tears were coming now. The horrible kind that showed up after holding everything together for too long. "I just..." Your voice broke.

People wanted things from you all the time.

Teachers, coaches, your mom. Everyone wanted more. More effort, more success, more perfection. Nobody had stopped to ask if you were okay. Nobody except him. Your eyes filled before you could stop them, you looked down quickly. Tucker didn't say anything.

Didn't tell you not to cry, didn't ask questions, didn't try to fix it. He just stepped closer embracing you into his body, that was the thing that finally broke you. A tear slipped down your cheek. You laughed weakly at yourself. Tucker's face softened. "You don't have to leave, I'm here for you sunshine, just let me in.”

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You'd been ignoring Tucker for almost three weeks. His texts went unanswered, calls went straight to voicemail. So the last person you expected to see standing outside the soccer field after practice was him. you spotted him leaning against the fence. The second his eyes found yours, he pushed off it.

 "We need to talk." You groaned and started walking past him. "Tucker, don't." "No." That made you stop. His voice was angry. "I've done the space thing. I've done the waiting thing. I'm done pretending I'm okay with you disappearing." Your chest tightened. "Tucker-”

"I like you." You froze. "I really, really like you." Your heart started pounding. "I think about you all the time. I look for you everywhere. When something happens, you're the first person I want to tell." You stared at him. "Tucker..."

"And I'm not here because I expect you to magically trust me." His voice softened. "I'm here because I know you're scared, and I know that's why you're running." He stepped closer. "I'm not asking you to marry me." A small smile tugged at your lips. "I'm asking you to stop pretending there's nothing between us."

"I don't want to keep fighting for someone who won't let me in. And all my friends tell me to just let you go." The honesty in his voice hurt, you knew he was right. You'd spent weeks pushing him away because it felt safer than admitting how much you cared.

Tucker looked at you for a long moment. "If you tell me you don't feel anything, I'll leave. I promise sunshine." Your heart sank immediately, you couldn't say it, couldn't lie to him. A smile slowly appeared on Tucker's face. "Yeah," he said quietly. "That's what I thought."

I’m just drinking to call someone 

࿐Friday nights at the bar only make you miss tucker more.

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The first few weeks after the breakup, you convinced yourself you were doing fine. You went out every Friday with your friends, laughed when you were supposed to, smiled when people looked your way.

But every Friday ended the same. Your friends disappeared with their boyfriends, the bar got louder, and you got lonelier.

So you'd sit there with your drink, staring down at your phone, at his contact.

Tucker.

The one number you promised yourself you wouldn't call. The one person you missed even when you were trying your hardest not to. You'd hover your thumb over his name. Then lock your phone and order another drink.

Week after week.

Because if he wanted to talk to you, he would've called, right? Then one Friday, after a particularly awful week, you found yourself alone again. Your best friend was wrapped around her boyfriend in a booth across the room.

You stared at your phone, the familiar ache settled in your chest. You missed him. God, you missed him. Not just the relationship, you missed your best friend. The person you'd text when something funny happened, the person who knew your coffee order. The person who used to drive around with you at midnight when neither of you could sleep

Before you could  overthink it, you pressed call. The phone rang once. Twice. Then, "Hello?" Your breath caught. You hadn't heard his voice in months. Suddenly you couldn't speak. "Hello?" he said again, softer this time. "Tucker." The line went quiet.

"Hey." Your eyes immediately burned. You hated how much comfort that single word brought you. "Hi." Another silence. Neither of you knew where to start. "You okay?" he finally asked. The question almost made you laugh, because no.

No, you weren't okay, you swallowed hard. "Yeah" You mumble. "You're lying." Your lip trembled. Because of course he knew. Of course he could still tell. "I just..." Your voice cracked. You looked down at your drink. "I don't know why I called."

"Yeah, you do." The tears started immediately. You pressed a hand over your eyes. The bar suddenly felt too loud. "I miss you." The confession slipped out before you could stop it Silence.

The kind that makes your stomach drop. You squeezed your eyes shut. "Sorry I know i-." you choke out "No." His voice came out rough. "Don't apologize for that." You could hear him moving around on the other end. 

Your heart squeezed. "Every week I come here with my friends," you whispered. "And they all have someone." Tucker didn't interrupt. "I sit here and pretend I'm having fun and then I go home and..." Your voice broke completely. "I go home and you're still gone."

The line stayed quiet, not because he didn't care. Because he was listening, Tucker loved hearing you talk, he loved listening to you. And he loved being the one to actually listen to you."I thought it would get easier." You laughed bitterly.  "It didn't."

A shaky breath escaped you. "I miss talking to you. I miss spending hours watching you practice. I miss knowing I can call you when something bad happens." You wiped furiously at your cheeks. "I miss you." Your entire chest caved in,because you hadn't expected him to say it. 

"I miss you every day." He says softly. A tear slipped down your cheek. "Then why didn't you call?" His exhale sounded shaky. "I picked up my phone a hundred times." His voice was quiet. "I'd type out a message and delete it."

He was doing the same thing you'd been doing. "I thought you hated me." You laughed through your tears. A sad chuckle came from the other end. "No way."

"Where are you?" You told him. "I'm coming to get you." Your heart stuttered. Fresh tears filled your eyes. Because that's who John had always been. The second you needed him, he came. No questions asked. "Okay." His voice softened. "Just wait for me, alright?" You nodded before realizing he couldn't see you. "Okay."

Twenty minutes later, headlights pulled into the parking lot. You spotted his truck immediately. Tucker climbed out, wearing a hoodie and a backwards cap, looking exactly the same. The second he saw you, his face softened. You walked over.

The cold night air wrapped around you. For a second, neither of you knew what to say. Then he opened his arms. You practically fell into him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you close. "You okay, sweetheart?"

The nickname broke whatever was left of your composure. You buried your face in his chest. "No." He just held you tighter. "I'm sorry," you mumbled. "For what?" he mumbles against your hair. "For calling." Tucker pulled back enough to look at you. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Baby, don't ever apologize for calling me." Your heart stuttered. Because despite everything that had happened, he still looked at you the same way. Tucker sighed. "I've been wanting to call you for months."

You blinked. "What?" A small smile tugged at his lips. "Didn't think you'd answer." You laughed through your tears. "Didn't think you'd answer either." He shook his head. "If my phone said your name, I'd answer every time."

“We were pretty stupid to think breaking up was the better option,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I've been losing my fucking mind without you.” Before you could think, before you could talk yourself out of it, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward you. Your lips met his in a desperate kiss, every emotion you'd been carrying for months pouring into it at once.

Secret Is out

༊ For years, Beau made one thing perfectly clear: dating his friends was a hard no. So what happens when he discovers you and his best friend, Dean, have been secretly seeing each other for months?

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Beau's rule was simple. Don't date his friends. "Too much drama," Beau would say. "Someone always gets hurt." Which made your current situation a disaster. Because right now, while Beau was downstairs laughing with the rest of the team, Dean has you pressed against the wall of an empty hallway, "You should go back," you whispered. "Probably." Neither of you moved.

The relationship wasn't supposed to happen. It started with late-night rides home. Then conversations that somehow lasted until sunrise. Before either of you realized it, keeping your distance had become impossible. Keeping it a secret, though?

That part was getting harder every day. Especially when Beau was always around. Especially when Dean caught himself looking at you across crowded rooms. Especially when Beau would sling an arm around both of your shoulders and joke about how he was glad his two favorite people got along. If he knew the truth, he'd lose his mind.

Dean pulled away from the wall first. Barely. Just enough space to make it look less suspicious if someone walked by. "Dean!" Beau yelled again from downstairs. "Get your ass down here." Instead of leaving, he looked at you.

Your smile faded slightly. "We need to be careful." "I know." "I'm serious." "So am I." But neither of you sounded very convincing. Because every time you promised to stop, you somehow ended up right back here. Dean's hand brushed yours."Five minutes," he said quietly. "What?"

"Give it five minutes before you come downstairs." You nodded.  The second he reached the living room, Beau looked at him annoyed. "Where the hell have you been?"

Dean dropped onto the couch beside him. "Bathroom." "Liar." Dean nearly choked. Across the room, Beau grabbed another slice of pizza without even looking up. "You always disappear when it's your turn to buy shit." Dean stared at him for a second. But Beau just took a bite and started arguing with someone about a game score.

Completely clueless. Dean forced himself to relax. Five minutes later, you walked into the living room . And somehow Beau noticed immediately. "There she is." You froze for half a second before smiling. "Hi, Beau." "Come settle something." "What now?"

He pointed toward the TV. "They're all idiots." "No we're not," someone yelled. "See?" Beau said. "Idiots." You laughed and sat down on the floor beside the couch. The spot directly between Beau and Dean. Safe. Exactly where you should be. Except Dean could still feel the warmth of your shoulder whenever you shifted.

And every now and then, when Beau wasn't looking, your eyes found his. Just for a second. Just long enough. And neither of you realized someone else had started noticing. Across the room, one of the guys watched the exchange. The quick glances. The way Dean paid attention whenever you spoke. The way you both looked away a little too fast.

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"You’re  paranoid." "Because we're hiding a relationship from Beau." You winced. "Okay, fair."

"Thank you. Plus he'll realize you're not with Jo soon. And are with me. In my apartment." For a moment neither of you said anything. You were sitting cross-legged beside him, your knee pressed against his. Dean's hand rested lazily on your thigh. Then your phone buzzed. You looked down. A text from Beau.

Beau: where'd you disappear to?

Your stomach dropped. Dean immediately noticed. "What?" "Beau." You shoved your phone at him. Dean read the message and groaned dramatically.

"Tell him you're with a friend." Dean's arm slipped around your waist. You sent a quick reply.

You: with a friend. ill be back later

A second later Beau responded.

Beau: boring, why will you never hang out with your more awesome, more talented twin brother.

You smiled. Dean did not.

"You know, every time he texts you, I lose three years off my life."

"You're being dramatic." A comfortable silence settled between you. Dean looked at you. You looked at him, then he kissed you. You grabbed his hoodie, pulling him closer. Dean smiled against your lips he laid you down on the bed. Him on top of you, another minute passing without either of you paying attention to anything else.

Which was why neither of you heard the apartment door unlock. Or the footsteps coming down the hallway. Or Beau's voice. "Dean?" Dean froze immediately. You both pulled apart.

"Did you hear that?" you whispered. "Tell me that-" "It sounded exactly like Beau." Your eyes widened. "Oh my God." You both scattered changing into the right clothes, fixing hair, trying to hide. "Dean dude where are you?" he says.

“Now that i think about it, are you fucking?” Dean groaned and whispered words that were very incoherent.  The bedroom door wasn't fully shut. Neither of you had thought to close it.  "Why is he here?"  "How would I know?!"

And before you could hide. The door swung open. Beau stood there. His eyes moved from Dean. To you. To the fact that you were both alone in the room. Nobody said a word. "...Am I interrupting something?" Baue said, annoyed.  You looked guilty. Silence. A long, horrible silence.

Dean rubbed a hand down his face. "Beau-" Dean starts "How long?" Dean and you exchanged a look. That was all Beau needed. His jaw tightened. "How. Long?"

"Three.."  Dean swallowed hard. "...Three months." Beau stared at him for a second like he genuinely couldn't process the words. Then helmet out a  laugh. A short, disbelieving laugh. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Beau, listen—" "Three months?" Beau cut him off, running a hand through his hair. "You've been sneaking around for three fucking months?" "We were  going to tell you, man, I swear it's—" Beau scoffed, mumbling under his breath before looking back at you. "One rule. One fucking rule."

His voice got sharper. "And you broke it." You open your mouth, but Beau isn't finished. "You broke twin code." You frowned immediately. "Jesus, Beau, come on." His eyes snapped toward you. "Come on?" "You're acting like I personally planned this." "Oh, my bad," Beau shot back. "Did you accidentally fall underneth my best friend?"

"It wasn't like that." "Then what was it like?" Neither of you answered fast enough. Beau laughed again, more frustrated this time. "Wow. Okay."

"Beau, we didn't mean for this to happen." You say a part of you understood him but the other part was annoyed. " "And somehow that turned into lying to my face every day?" Dean rubbed his hand over his jaw, visibly stressed. "We didn't know how to tell you." The tension in the room got heavier. You crossed your arms. "We hid it because you would've reacted exactly like this."

"You're joking, right? "Beau looked at you in disbelief.  "No."

"So I'm the bad guy now?" Dean shakes his head  "No one's saying that."

"Really? Because both of you are standing there acting like I'm crazy for being pissed." Dean sighed. "No one's saying you're crazy."

"You were literally sneaking around behind my back."

"Because you made this huge rule about nobody dating your friends!"

"Yeah, because this always happens!" Beau snapped. You let out a frustrated laugh. "Oh, you mean like when you dated my best friend and I basically had to drop her because of it?" Beau's expression hardened immediately. "That's not what happened."

"Really?" You say raising your voice "Yes, really." You shook your head. "No, Beau. That's exactly what happened." The room went quiet. Dean glanced between the two of you, sensing this conversation had suddenly become about something much bigger. You crossed your arms. "For months I had to watch you two act like everything was normal while I was the one stuck in the middle."

Beau opened his mouth. You didn't let him speak. " "You and her broke up, and suddenly I was expected to pick a side." His jaw clenched. "I never asked you to pick a side."

"You didn't have to."The words came out sharper than you intended. "Every time I hung out with her, people acted weird. Every time I hung out with you, she got hurt." Beau's face dropped  slightly. "I lost one of my closest friends because nobody could figure out how to be civil after a breakup."

"I didn't realize-" He started. "No, you didn't." You laughed quietly. "That's the point." Your voice softened. "Everything became about how hard it was for you." Beau looked away. "And I get it, okay? I do. You got hurt. The breakup sucked. But nobody cared that I lost someone too." The room fell silent.

Dean had never heard you talk about it before. Neither had Beau. You swallowed. "So when you make this rule? This whole 'don't date my friends' thing?" You shook your head. "It felt unfair." Beau finally looked back at you. "Because you weren't protecting anyone." His expression tightened. "You were trying to stop yourself from getting hurt again."

The silence stretched between all three of you. Because deep down, he knew it was true. A small smile almost appeared before disappearing again. Dean watched the tension leave Beau's shoulders little by little. "Don't get excited." A tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. Dean smiled. That earned him an immediate glare. "Don't."

"I'm not saying anything." Deans says in defense. "Good."  Then Beau looked at Dean. The anger still there. "Three months and you couldn't grow a pair and tell me?" You chuckle  "I was working up to it."  A reluctant smile tugged at Beau's mouth despite himself. Then he looked between the two of you.

The way you instinctively stood closer together. The way Dean's attention kept drifting toward you.  The way you looked at him. Suddenly a lot of things made sense. All the weird looks. The disappearing acts. The constant texting. Everything.

Beau sighed heavily. "I still think you both suck." Silence. Then Beau rubbed the back of his neck. "And I'm probably gonna stay pissed for a while." Dean nods  " No yea, okay fair." He pointed at both of you. "But if either of you break the other's heart, I want it officially on record that I reserve the right to become everyone's biggest problem." “ and God no fucking, kissing our anything while I'm within two miles radius.” You couldn't help but laugh. Dean groaned. Beau then finally smiled.

Beau cleared his throat awkwardly, "Well, uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll just wait for you guys downstairs." Dean scratched the back of his head. "Actually, we were kinda in the middle of something, dude." Beau's face immediately twisted in disgust.

"Bro. Don't." You burst out laughing and shoved Dean's shoulder. "He's kidding." Dean looks at you "I wasn't-" you shoot him a glare. "Dean." Beau pointed at him.

"See? This is exactly why I didn't want this." "Relax," Dean said, grinning. "We'll be down in a minute." Beau shook his head, muttering something about needing new friends as he turned toward the door. Halfway out, he stopped and looked back. "Seriously though."

The joking disappeared from his voice. "Hurt her and I'm sticking your hockey stick so far up your ass." Dean nodded “Yes sir.” Beau rolled his eyes. Then he disappeared down the hallway. Dean waited exactly half a second before turning back to you. "There." You laughed. "There what?"

"No more secrets." His hands settled on your waist as he pulled you closer. For the first time there was no worrying about getting caught. No hiding, no excuses. You smiled up at him. "No more secrets." Dean's grin softened. Then he leaned down and kissed you. You immediately kissed him back, laughing when he pulled you even closer. "Can you believe he actually took it that well?" Dean murmured against your lips. "You so put him in his place baby" You giggled.

Only me and you

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You stood across from Harry on the empty street outside your home, the rain soaking through your clothes and dripping from your hair.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, his voice drenched in regret. The words hang in the air between you. Your chest tightens immediately. You shake your head, tears swelling in your eyes.

God, you loved him so much it hurt to breathe. This was the moment you’d both been avoiding for weeks, maybe months. It was never going to be forever.

Not with him, not with the way he lived. You both were so different from each other but in a way, that’s what drew you to him.

Just because you loved someone didn’t always mean you got to keep them.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─

One night you both ended up lying on the grass in his back yard . The lights glowed around you while the stars barely peeked through the sky.

Harry rested his hands behind his head.

“You ever think about how weird life is?” he asked. “All the time.” “You and me meeting,” he said.

“Out of everyone in the world.” You turned to look at him. “Are you being philosophical again?” Harry smiled. “Maybe.”

He rolled onto his side to face you. “I’m glad it happened though.” “So am I.” For a moment neither of you spoke. Then he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You make everything feel calmer,” he said.

Your chest warmed. “You make everything louder.” Harry laughed softly. “Is that good or bad?” You smiled.

“Good.”

He watched you quietly for a second longer.

Then leaned forward and kissed you.

Soft.

Slow.

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“I’m sorry,” Harry says, his voice quieter than usual, like he’s trying to keep the situation calm before it even explodes. “This is all new to me.” You stare out the window, the streetlights flash across the windshield, and the car feels smaller with every passing second. “I don’t want you to think that-“

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me the truth,” you cut him off. Harry exhales through his nose, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “I told you, I didn’t lie-”

“You said you were working, Harry,” you interrupt, turning to face him. “You were at dinner.”

“I was working.”

“So I don’t understand why you had to lie. You went out to dinner harry that isn’t working !” you snap. Harry’s jaw tightens. “Because it wasn’t important.” Your eyebrows lift in disbelief. “Not important?” you repeat. “Meeting the people you work with isn’t important?”

“That’s not what I meant.” “Then what did you mean?” you challenge. Harry shakes his head, clearly frustrated now. “You’re twisting everything I’m saying.”

“Oh my god, Harry,” you scoff. “You do this every time. You avoid the point until I sound crazy for bringing it up.”  “That’s not true.” “It is true.” You argue

Harry abruptly pulls the car over to the side of the road, the tires crunching against the curb. He throws the car into park and finally turns to you. “What do you want me to say?” he asks, his voice raised now. “The truth!” you shout back. “For once!”

Harry runs a hand through his hair aggressively. “Fine,” he snaps. “I didn’t want you there.” The words land hard. You stare at him, stunned. “Wow,” you mutter.  “That’s not what I meant.” He mutters “You literally just said it.”

“I didn’t want you there because of what comes with it!” he says loudly. “There were paparazzi outside the restaurant!” “And?” you fire back. “And?” Harry repeats incredulously. “Are you serious right now?” “Yes, I’m serious!”

“Do you know what happens when they see someone new with me?” he says, his voice rising. “They follow them. They photograph them. They dig through their life. They get ripped apart.”

“You don’t even know what it’s like!” Harry laughs bitterly. “I’m trying to protect you!”  “Well congratulations,” you say coldly. “ I feel so protected.” His eyes flash. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” you repeat, stunned. “Harry, I’m your girlfriend and I’ve never met a single person in your life outside of the one you’ve decided I’m allowed to see.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s completely fair!” You argued

“You act like I’m ashamed of you!”

“Well what else am I supposed to think?” you shoot back.

“I’ve kept you separate because I care about you!”

“You’ve kept me separate because it’s easier for you!” you shout.

Harry’s hand slams against the steering wheel.

“That’s not true!”

“Then why does it feel like I’m some secret you keep locked away?” you say defensively

“You’re not a secret!”

“Really? Because hardly any of your friends know me. None of your coworkers know me. Hell, I don’t even know where I stand in your life half the time!”

Harry stares at you, breathing heavily. “You know exactly where you stand.”

“No,” you shake your head, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. “I really don’t.”

Harry scoffs, looking away. “You’re acting like I don’t care about you.” The car goes silent for a second, both of you breathing hard.

“I wasn’t hiding you” he says softly  “Then why does it feel like I’m the only one who’s fully in this relationship?” you snap. Harry’s face hardens.

“You think I’m not in this?” He says, his voice cracking.

“I think you like the version of me that fits into the quiet parts of your life,” you say angrily. “But the second it gets complicated, you push me away.”

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He pulled you close and took a messy selfie of both of you laughing. Then another one.

And another.

In one of them he kissed your cheek right as the photo snapped. You stared at the screen afterward.

“These are actually cute.” Harry shrugged “Post them if you want.” You blinked. “Wait… really?” Harry usually kept his personal life private. Very private. He noticed your surprise immediately.

“Yeah,” he said casually. “You’re okay with that?” He looked at you like the answer was obvious. “It’s you.” Your heart melted a little.

“You’re special,” he added quietly. “People can know that.”

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“But I think… just because something doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. Or meaningful. Or full of love.” You say softly your words slightly slurring

“Mhm… look who’s being philosophical now,” he says with a soft laugh, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You smile, the warmth of his chest beneath your cheek as you lay against him. His heartbeat is slow and steady, and for a moment it’s just the two of you,

“But it’s true,” he murmurs after a moment, his voice softer now. Silence settles between you, but it isn’t uncomfortable. His fingers move lazily through your hair, brushing gently against your scalp, soothing and familiar. In return, you press soft kisses against his skin. “Harry” you say quietly.

You feel him take a deep breath above you, like he’s been holding it for a while. “Don’t,” he says, almost immediately. Not harshly just softly, like he already knows what you’re about to say. Your chest tightens a little. He shifts slightly, his arms wrapping around you a little closer,

“It’s just me and you, okay?” he says. There’s a pause, and you feel his breath tremble against your hair. “Whether it’s forever or not… right now, it’s just me and you.”

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“I’m sorry,” he says softly, his voice drenched in regret.

Your heart dropped. “No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “Don’t start with that.” Harry looked up, his eyes already filled with guilt.

“You did nothing wrong,” he continued. You felt tears beginning to sting your eyes.

“Harry” you whispered.

He looked away. “it has to end,” he said quietly. The words felt like a punch to the chest.

“You know it does.” “We can fix this,we have made it work this long” you say. Harry shook his head slowly dragging his hand across his face letting out a small sob. “We both live two completely different lives angel. It was never ment to be for a long time.”

The rain began pouring harder now, soaking both of you completely. But neither of you moved.

“It was supposed to be me and you,” you sobbed out. Your voice cracked as the words left your mouth. “I don’t want anyone else, Harry. I want you.”

Harry stepped closer instinctively, like hearing you cry physically hurt him. “I know, baby,” he said gently. “I know.”

His hands hovered like he wanted to hold you but wasn’t sure he deserved to. “Then why?” you asked desperately.

Your voice trembled as you looked up at him.“Why are you letting this go like you do all the time?”

The second the words came out, regret flooded your chest.Harry froze. The hurt in his expression was immediate. But it was the truth, He could never stay with one person for too long.

He let out a slow breath, running his hands through his wet hair. For a long moment, he didn’t speak.

“If I ruin it,” he continued, voice shaking slightly. “If I hurt you worse than this.” The fear in his voice made your chest ache. “Of course I want you, angel,” he added softly. “God… I want every inch of you all the time.” Tears streamed down your face. Harry shook his head slowly.

“I just, I can’t.”

“Harry”

“I love you too much to be the reason you end up broken.” “You’re not breaking me,” you cried. “But I will eventually.” The certainty in his voice terrified you. “You don’t know that.” “I do.” The rain poured around you, the world feeling strangely quiet despite the storm.

Harry stepped forward slowly. His hand lifted, gently brushing wet hair away from your face. The touch was soft. Careful. Like he was memorizing you.

“You deserve something perfect,” he said quietly. “I don’t want perfect.”

“I want you.”

Harry closed his eyes briefly. “I’m sorry baby.”

Your chest felt like it was caving in.

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I Think We’re Alone Now.

Steve Harrington x Hopper!Daughter

Summary: You and steve trying to be sneaky but not successful like at all. Fluff! Cheesy! Babysitting! Teasing banter

AN: I wrote this with no time plot in mind so idk what season it would take place … Also I know this is done a lot but I think its really cute and cheesy to write!

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The morning was quiet, the kind of quiet that used to freak you out but had slowly grown on you. Now it felt… peaceful. You were halfway through your cereal when El asked if you guys could go to Dustin's house. You didn’t even have to think about it. Of course you were gonna take her.

Yeah, your dad would probably lose his mind if he found out, but that wasn’t exactly new. And honestly, you just felt bad. El barely got to leave the house, she spent most days cooped up. So you grabbed your keys. A small part of you knew this was a terrible idea. But you knew she deserved a few hours of freedom.

You and El had gotten a lot closer over the summer. With her living in your house for a while now, she’d somehow settled right into the spaces that always felt a little too quiet. And your dad… God, even he seemed different. Softer. Like having her around cracked open something in him that had been locked tight ever since Sarah died.

You didn’t talk about it, but you noticed every small shift, the way he didn’t seem so weighed down anymore. El brought a kind of calm with her, and for the first time in forever, the house didn’t feel like it was made of ghosts.

When you turned onto the street, you automatically eased up on the gas. And then you spotted it, Steve’s car. Parked crooked like he’d rushed, windows down. An uncontrollable smile rose on your face, and you tried to look forward like nothing happened. But El saw.

Of course she saw. She didn’t say anything, smiling while she just tilted her head the tiniest bit, like she was holding in a comment. She’d sworn absolute secrecy about you and Steve, promised you she wouldn't tell anyone after she accidentally caught you guys kissing in the front of your house.

You parked at the curb and both stepped out. You heard voices inside Mike’s excited one, Dustin’s too-loud one and then, just as El lifted her hand to knock, the front door swung open.

And there he was.

Steve stepped out onto the porch, squinting in the morning sun like he wasn’t expecting anyone. His hair looked like he’d fixed it in a hurry, which, for Steve, still meant it looked annoyingly perfect. The moment he saw you, something softened in his expression barely there, but enough for your stomach to do that annoying flip.

He played it cool, hands in his back pockets, leaning against the doorway like he just happened to be standing there. El walked inside the house, and Steve’s smile shifted to you. “Hopper,” he said softly. “Harrington,” you replied.He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking to just a few inches. “I missed you,” he murmured. You smiled. “We saw each other last night.”

He slid his hands around your waist, and the butterflies in your stomach kicked up instantly. “Too damn long,” he said. He leaned in, about to kiss you. “STEVE! CAN YOU TELL MIKE HE CAN’T MAKE UP HIS OWN RULES?” Lucas yelled from inside.

Steve groaned, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Parental duty calls,” you said, patting his back dramatically. He shot you a mock glare, but it faded into a smile before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. His quick kiss barely landed before another shout echoed from the living room

“DUDE NO I'M NOT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO PLAY” Mike yelled. Max immediately entered the conversation , “My God can you both just shut up.”

Steve dropped his forehead to your shoulder and groaned. “I swear, one day I’m gonna run away. Just pack a bag, change my name-”

You snorted. “Yeah, because you’d last maybe two hours before you start to worry if Dustin got to school safely.” He lifted his head and pointed at you. “No. No” But your smile told him you both knew the truth. He grabbed your hand without really thinking about it and pulled you inside with him.

The living room looked exactly like a war zone: Lucas and Mike kneeling on the floor with a scattered board game, dustin and max standing over them like some sort of self-appointed referee, and El and will quietly watching the chaos from the couch

“Alright, what’s the problem?” Steve asked, slipping effortlessly into “parent voice.” Everyone's voices blended into one mike and lucas were arguing about one thing, max and dustin were taking sides and El and will were silently watching. “HEY!” Steve said, . They all froze. “We are going to use our inside voices, okay?”

You blinked. Did he just say inside voices? You tried not to laugh. “Look at you,” you whispered, bumping his shoulder. “Such a responsible dad.”

Steve glared lightly “Shut up.” “Okay,” you said, clapping your hands once like an elementary school teacher. “Everyone breathe. Lucas, explain what rule you think he broke. Mike, don’t interrupt. Max and Dustin let them solve it on their own and El and Will you um, well you're doing great” Immediately, they did exactly what you said.

Steve stared at you with this weird mixture of admiration and disbelief. “How did you-?”“I don’t know,” you whispered back. “I think I’m becoming you.” “me?” he repeated. “You mean constantly on the verge of losing it?” You giggle “Chronically underappreciated.?”he said putting his hand over his heart dramatically “Yep,” you said. “A parental figure.”

Once the board game crisis was handled (barely), you tugged Steve’s sleeve and nodded toward the hallway. “Come on.” “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Sneaking off? Very rebellious, Hopper.”

“Five minutes of peace,” you said. “That’s all I’m asking for.” He looped an arm around your waist and guided you toward the quietest corner of the house, the laundry room.. “Five minutes. I like our odds.” You leaned into him, finally getting a moment alone as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Y’know…” he whispered, “if they keep interrupting us , they really like our kids.” You laughed softly. “God, don’t say that. That’s terrifying.” He smiled pulling you in closer. “Hm I've always wanted 6 kids so it fits perfectly.” You pat his shoulder “well good Harrington because I am not pushing out 6 kids.”

He leaned in faces inches apart

“STEVE!” Dustin’s voice erupted like a siren. “DO YOU KNOW WHERE I PUT THE STAR WARS TAPE” Steve’s head dropped back in pure agony. “I hate my life.” You cracked up. “No you don’t.” Another shout: “STEVE GET IN HERE!”He turned to you with the most dramatic expression anyone has ever made. “Can we please run away?”

“Sure,” you said. “Grab your keys.” He blinked. “Wait, really?” “No,” you said, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the kids. Steve’s fingers stayed laced with yours.

Steve groans as you walk and he pulls you back making you stop dead in your tracks. The yelling from the living room gets louder by the second. Something about someone. Something about “being irresponsible ” “They’re monsters,” he says flatly. “You love them.” He scoffs. “No. I tolerate them.” You grin, “Sure.”

He looks down at you with that crooked smile that always gives him away. His hands slide around your waist like it’s instinct-like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. “You know…” he murmurs, leaning closer, “Steve.” “What?” he says, pretending to be innocent. “I’m being responsible. Emotionally preparing. Stress management.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He smirks. You roll your eyes, but your hands are already hooking into the front of his jacket, pulling him closer. “I love you.” “Yeah?” he whispers, forehead touching yours.“Yeah.” He doesn’t wait.

He draws you closer, his body pressed against yours, and his hand comes up to cradle your face. His lips move against yours, soft yet needy, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth.

As the kiss becomes more intense, your fingers grasp at his shirt, pulling him even closer, your bodies flush against one another.You smile against his mouth.

And then-

“AHEM.” You both freeze. Dustin stands halfway down the hall holding all of the star wars franchise, eyes HUGE, mouth hanging open like you just committed a federal crime.

“Oh my GOD.” You jump back so fast. “Dustin!” “NO.” He points at you dramatically, at Steve, then back at you. “NO. I KNEW IT. I KNEW YOU TWO WERE BEING WEIRD.”Steve rubs his face.

“I WALK AWAY FOR TWO MINUTES AND YOU GUYS ARE SWAPPING SPIT IN THE HALLWAY?! THIS IS A FAMILY HOME.” You groan. “Please lower your voice.” “I WILL NOT,” he announces, “Dustin, who are you yelling at?”Lucas yells.

You bury your face in your hands. Dustin crosses his arms. “This is so gross dude it's like your swapping spit with my sister. Makes it even worse because you're practically my brother.” your eyebrows furry

“No that's not,” Steve snaps instantly. “ Henderson, if you say one word, I swear”

Dustin gasps. “Are you THREATENING me?” “Yes!” Steve says, then immediately winces. “No! I mean, maybe? God, this is a nightmare.” You couldn't help but giggle. It was amusing to see Steve crumble.

Will appears behind Dustin. “What’s going on?”Dustin stands in the hallway like he’s about to deliver the most important news in American history. Will is watching him with wide eyes. You and Steve are silently praying for death. Before Dustin can open his mouth,Lucas pops out of the living room.

“Bro, what are you yelling abou-” He stops mid-sentence. Looks at Steve. Looks at you.. Looks at you. Looks at Steve Then his eyebrows shoot up.

Ohhhh,” Lucas says, grinning. “Lucas-” you start. He throws his hands in the air victoriously. “MAX OWES ME TEN BUCKS! I KNEW IT!” From the couch, Max yells, “WHAT?!”

She storms over, skidding to a stop beside Lucas. She looks between you and Steve once… twice… three times… squints… then gasps so loud it makes you jump a bit. “NO WAY,” Max says, pointing at you triumphantly. “I KNEW YOU TWO WERE DATING. Pay up, Lucas.”

NO,” Lucas argues. “You bet they were dating. I bet they were making out. And guess what?” He motions to Dustin. “Witness.” Dustin nods proudly. “A very traumatized witness.” “You’re not traumatized,” you mutter.

“I AM,” Dustin snaps. “I AM A VICTIM OF ADULT BEHAVIOR.” Steve groans into his hands. “Why is this my life?” Max folds her arms. “Okay, so. We all agree we’re keeping this secret… right?”

Mike asks why “because Hopper would absolutely murder Steve.” Dustin says. Steve groans his head back. Dustin smirks. “For a price.” Steve’s head shoots up. “NO. Absolutely not. We are not negotiating” Max shrugs. “Snacks.” Lucas nods. “And rides to the arcade.”

“And movie night at your house because you have the good TV,” Mike adds.

Will smiles “And maybe… maybe… we forget the part where we caught you two sucking faces.” “WILL,” Steve says. He shrugs. “Just saying.”

“This is a good deal. High value. Very fair.” Mike adds, you look at Steve. Steve looks at you. Both of you look at the children. You sigh. “Okay. How about rides to the arcade on Friday. Movies on sundays”

“AND you two don’t act weird.” Dustin says “We’re not acting weird,” Steve protests. All six kids stare at him. El points politely. “You are acting weird.” Max clears her throat. “And lastly… no kissing in front of us.” You rub your temples. “Fine.”

Steve throws his hands up. “Fine?! You’re giving in?!” “It’s easier,” you whisper. Max claps her hands. “Great. The deal is struck. Congratulations, lovebirds.”

You and Steve both stand there awkwardly. Lucas sighs dramatically. “Young love.” El smiles softly. “I am happy for you.” Steve mutters, “This is the worst day of my life.” You smile. “You kissed me.” “STOP HELPING,” he whispers.

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El and Max were grabbing their things. The boys were dead asleep. El slipped on her jacket and looked between you and Steve with this tiny, knowing smile.

“Ready?” you asked her gently. El nodded. “Yes.” she wandered outside to wait with Max.

Silence. Real silence.

Steve breathed out a quiet laugh- one of those small, barely-there smiles that hit you harder than it should. His hand lifted, fingers lingering against your jaw. And that was all it took. You stepped closer, fingers curling into the collar of his jacket, and Steve’s breath caught, just a tiny hitch, but you felt it.

“Can I?” he whispered. You didn’t even get the “yes” out before he kissed you. It started gentle, warm, careful, like he wanted to memorize the moment. But then you pulled him closer and he melted into it, deepening the kiss with a quiet, barely-there hum against your mouth. His hands slid to your waist, thumbs stroking slow circles, pulling you in until there wasn’t space left to close.

“You know we’re going to have to tell my dad one day.” You say, steve huffs. “I’d rather live” You giggle. “So dramatic.”

It’s never over

|Pt 2 of Lover, you should come over!!

(some were requesting a Pt.2! it’s a bit all over the place so have patience with me sorryy!! Also this is not edited sooo please disregard the mistakes!)

| 1 year time gap

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“You have to let him go, it’s not healthy,” Zayn says softly, beer bottle in hand, his eyes filled with sadness as he looks at you. Saying the same thing he always does when you’re both intoxicated.

You knew it was stupid, but no matter what you tried. Every kiss, every hookup, every drunken night, he always lingered in your thoughts. You couldn’t shake him, no matter how hard you fought to move on. He was always there, tucked deep inside your mind, refusing to let go.

Sitting there, slumped in the booth, you leaned your head on Zayn's shoulder as you watched him engaged with his girlfriend. He looked genuinely happy, effortlessly kissing her in public and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The things you both never got to do.

Though you knew it was wrong you couldn’t help but to be filled with a rage. The unfairness of the entire situation ate at you. You hated him for how easily he moved on from you, the way he acted as if your relationship never meant anything. It was maddening to see him treating you like nothing more than a friend, as if that’s all you ever were.

you couldn’t help to wonder if it was ever real to him. Is that why he promised you? Because it was never real. Did he only love you because you were the only available person around? Why? Just why wasn’t he as hurt as you? You’re frustrated with yourself for still loving him, knowing that he doesn’t want anything to do with you.

“I think I'm gonna head out,” Ashton spoke up, breaking your trance, red cup in hand, his smile lazy and relaxed. “I'll come with.” You responded with a soft tone.

Zayn kindly offered to leave if you wanted, you shook your head, assuring him, "I'll be fine. I'm just feeling tired." Zayn looked at you, concern etched on his face, asking with his eyes if you were sure you'd be alright. With a soft nod, you reassured him again, “Have fun, I’ll see you guys later.” Ashton waited patiently, holding out his hand to you, a silent offer to lead you out of the stuffy bar.

As you leave the noisy environment of the bar, the music fading into the distance, you hear Ashton speak softly, “Still in love with Styles, huh?” You glare at him, your irritation clear. Frustrated, you retort, “You're still in love with your ex too.” Ashton chuckles softly, his lips gently touching the side of your head as you both continue walking.

“That's why we work so well together, no?” he says playfully. “Both in love with people we can't have.” You shake your head affectionately, a smirk playing on your lips. “You're such an idiot,” you say giggling. You both reach his car, and as he opens the car door for you, you slide into the passenger seat.

This casual, uncomplicated situation with Ashton was precisely what both of you needed - a simple, lighthearted distraction. It actually started as a PR stunt. Turns out he’s the only PR stunt that didn’t make you want to tear your hair out.

“I’ll miss you when we go back an tour.” Ashton says, you smile. “Who else will understand me the way you do.” He says softly placing his hand on your thigh. “It’s like phones exist.” You say cheekily, causing Aston to let out a loud laugh.

“You know a simple “Hey ashton I’d miss you so much to.” wouldn’t hurt.” You giggle “Yea yea I’ll miss you too.”

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Today was not your day, it’s like something in the air was bringing you down. First it was management yelling at you for god knows what. Then Louis spilled your coffee, Ashton told you he’s wasn’t going to make it tonight and then to top it off, you walked into Harry half naked in the dressing room.

You weren’t even supposed to be in there Niall had sent you to grab his phone saying he had to “desperately show you something.” So it’s all his fault. You were doing so well forgetting you and harry had anything. This brought all the memories back.

The times he would kiss you over and over again before you guys had to go out. Or when you guys would simply just lay together on the small couch, telling you he’d never let you go. When it was just you and harry.

“Helloo? You there?” Liam says, waving his hand in front of your face. You playfully smack his hand out of the way. “Mate we’ve been talking to you for like 20 minutes.” Louis says laughing.

“She’s sad because her boyfriend Ashtonnnn isn’t coming tonight.” Niall adds, you glare at him. “He isn’t my boyfriend.” You say throwing a pillow at him. Zayn raises his eyebrows, “You sure? because I remember when I walked into you guys h-” You toss the other pillow at him causing him to shut up. He puts his hands up in surrender him and Niall laughing like it’s the funniest thing.

Harry clears his throat. “Nobody wants to hear about her sex life.” He says annoyed. Suddenly it’s like everything shifts. He’s never ever engaged into your conversations since the week of the breakup or if it’s about something professional.

Niall laughs. “Mate we’ve haven’t even said any details.” You groan, they walk into you once while making out and they never let it go. “God like you guys even have any details to say.”

Zayn shrugs and laughs, You and harry make eye contact for a quick second. “Kendall’s having a party invited you all.” He says, Ahh there it is. You were just waiting for him to bring her up.

“Alright we’re all going.” Louis says, You look at him confused We? Yea no, you’re not going. “It’ll be fun, plus we have the day off so why not.” He adds. Harry looks at you. “Don’t have to come if you don’t wanna.” Your stomach drops, God you were sick. “I know party’s aren’t your thing, Don’t feel like you have to go.” He tells you softly.

“I’ll uh see.” Is all you can get out, you were so shocked your brain wasn’t processing, what is in the air today? “She’s going!” A voice says, but you knew that voice from anywhere. Ashton

He immediately lifts you of the couch bringing you into a tight hug. Kissing the side of your head “Hi gorgeous” He whispers into your ear. You say nothing and kiss his cheek. From peripheral view you watch harry leave.

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“I just, I don’t know Ash” You say, once again contemplating if you wanted to go. You were fully ready and dressed but you just couldn’t stomach going. “Gorgeous, you got to go out. You can’t stay to yourself forever.” He says softly, you bite your lip

You just don’t know if you can stomach harry kissing her again for the 8th time this week. “Come on babe, if anything happens i’ll be there.” You finally give in.

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You regreted it all. You should've just stayed home, this whole thing was just way to much for you to handle. The whole room was spinning. All these emotions rising from out of your gut.

Can we leave please? You text ashton.

Great. Still no response. To much people, loud music. It was just too much. You walk outside to the balcony and you see him. No kendall, no friends, just him. Just as you were about to walk back inside he clears his throat, causing you to look back at him.

“Hey angel” he says lowly. Your stomach drops. “Don’t call me that Harry” you say flatly, the energy shifts. “Why’d you come? You hate parties.” You roll your eyes,“Hated” You say correcting him. Even though he was completely right. He chuckles

“Hm my apologies then, though it seems you aren’t having much fun.” You take a deep breath. “well kendall’s parties aren’t usually fun.” You say. Harry laughs sliding a hand down his face.

“I’m glad you came, you stopped going out. So it’s nice to see you enjoying yourself. Even if you’re faking it.” Your breath hitched, you didn’t think he’d noticed.

“Ashton, Does he- Are you guys.” He says stumbling on his words. “Why him?” You look at him shocked. “What?” He scoffs. “Why Irwin? I mean anyone but you choose him.” He asks, you look at him like he lost his fucking mind.

“Are you serious right now?” you ask him. He takes a sip of his drink, his head tilting back, letting out a deep breath. “I just don’t understand why him.” You scoff. “In case you forgot we’re over remember? It ended between us. So who I hang around with isn’t any of your business.” You angrily say.

He looks at you like you ripped his soul out. “Don’t say we ended angel, you know i had to-” He stops talking. “It never ended, every party, every concert, every moment im alone your on my mind always. Don’t say-”

You felt every single emotion in that moment. Why now? Why this moment. Why did he always have to come back to you when you wanted nothing to do with him. “I had to watch you with her, love her, be with her, do the things we used to pray to be able to do. So yea Harry for me it ended.” You say tears falling down your face .

“You got everything, I got fucked over.” Harry shakes his head no. Stepping close to you. His chest rising up in frustration letting out a shakey breath. “No. You don’t get to.” He stops sliding his hand down his face. “You don’t get to do that baby.”

It went silent, baby. It was almost like it was a forbidden word that was said. Harry curses under his breath. “I ended it because I seen how it was draining you. Fuck it was to much. Kissing you one second then having to put up a front for the cameras with her.” His voice starts to crack.

“I had to. I had to do it for us.” You scoff. “Don’t fucking play that.” You felt yourself get more angrier. Wasn’t this what you wanted? To know why he did it? Why weren’t you satisfied.

“You promised me H. You promised.” You say softly feeling your eyes blur. “I know, I know I did i’m so sorry”

You felt yourself let out a loud sob, you weren’t sure why you were crying but it was to much. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the feelings that you never let yourself truly feel.

“Us, the promises was it ever real to you?” You sob out, Harry’s face falls. “Sweetheart don’t ask dumb questions of-“ You stop him. “Was it real.” He tries to take a step closer to you but you step back immediately.

“Of course it was real, Why- Why wouldn’t it be.” He says obvious hurt in his voice. “You treated me like I was nothing, like I never ment anything to you.” You finally admit.

“I had to, I fucking had to.” He takes a deep breath. “I had to baby. It’s just what had to be done. I thought it was better this way.” You scoff “Well styles, to you maybe it was. We didn’t promise that to eachother so maybe it wasn’t as real to you as it was to me.”

“Angel, everyday it feels like my heart gets ripped out of my fucking chest knowing I can’t be with you.” He says softly, both of you a crying mess.

“Everyday I feel guilty, everyday I miss you, I have loved you since the day I broke up and fuck baby I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

He walks closer to you, both face to face inches apart. “I will never stop loving you.” You felt like you were getting stabbed over and over again.

“I hope one day harry. I will stop loving you. Because though you say this, your actions are simply different. I spent this past year watching you kiss and love someone else while you simply pretend I don’t exist, and i have to live with that.” You sob out. “Baby Pl-”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish, you’re back inside the weed and alcohol smelled room, You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you felt your heart physically hurt. You didn’t know what to do, Of course you still love him, you never stopped and that’s why you hated him so much.

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Baby Honey

𐙚 Smut (be patient and nice guys i’ve never wrote it before 🥲) FWB, Exes, Love on tour harry

| You guys have a very complicated.. relationship. After making it clear you’re not going to show up to his show.. You somehow end up there!

Also, I hope you happy with this bff! I wasn’t sure what to do! If you guys have any requests please send them in k?😛

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He was everywhere, and it felt like you couldn't escape him, which was maddening, not fun. Even your own mom brought him up because he was performing in your hometown. Asking you if you’ll go see him.

You hadn't seen Harry since he started tour. You'd like to keep it that way. You didn’t want anymore casual hookups, because he’s a cheeky fucker with out trying and you felt yourself falling for him more and more even if you’d never admit it out loud.

H: Coming tonight darling?

Y: No, busy sorry.

You weren't actually busy, but Harry didn’t need to know that. He didn’t do anything wrong. Both of you broke up because it was too much, him starting tour, you had your own life so you both decided to be something casual, “friends with benefits” as he called it.

But you couldn't deny that you longed for more than just a casual relationship after a while. Distancing yourself felt like the right move. But I mean, seeing him won’t hurt right? No-No. You made it absolutely clear you’re staying away.

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“I missed you,” Harry whispered softly against your lips, kissing you passionately. His body leaned into yours, as he lifted you effortlessly, placing you delicately on the little desk in the dressing room. You responded humming softly, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Did you miss me, angel?” he softly whimpered as he placed kisses on your neck, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and need. You nodded your head softly in agreement. He paused, gently cupping your jaw.

“I want to hear you say it,” he urged, his tone both tender and commanding. His lips returned to yours, this time rough and demanding. “I need to hear you say you missed me,” he murmured against your lips.

You bit your lip, caught between desire and hesitation, “I missed you.” The words came out breathlessly, betraying a longing that you had tried to ignore.

His smile widened, his hand traveling lower and lower, sending jolts of excitement through you. You felt like this was the first time you ever been touched. This was so embarrassing.

Your breathing hitched as his touch found its way past the waistband of your jeans, inside your thighs. Your body was aching for him. He knew that. His fingers glides across your heat. Harry observed your reaction with a smirk, his voice laced with amusement.

“Already so wet for me, and I haven't even done anything yet,” he teasingly remarked. You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance, trying to maintain a facade of nonchalance despite the desire coursing through you. “Shut up styles.”

Harry kissed you fiercely, his hands unfastening your jeans with a swift motion. He continued rubbing your clit softly through the thin barrier of your underwear, each touch both pleasurable and infuriating.

You let out a soft moan, “Harry, please.”you whimpered. He lingered, humming softly in response. “Please what angel? Tell me what you want.” His voice was smooth, teasing in his tone.

Harry quickened his pace, his cold rings touching your thighs with each circular motion. His touch more insistent, driving you mad. You instinctively grabbed a fistful of his hair, drawing a guttural sound from him. “Tell me what you need, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

But suddenly, he slowed down, leaving you frustrated and desperate. “You,” you breathed out, your voice needy. “I need you, please. Please.”

Harry kissed you hungrily as he moved your underwear aside and gently inserted two fingers, evoking a gasp of pleasure that he quickly silenced by placing his free hand over your mouth. “Shhh, baby, we have to be quiet,” he whispered, the words tinged with urgency and affection.

You shut your eyes tightly, the overwhelming sensations that coursed through you as his fingers moved with increasing speed, hitting every spot he knew drove you mad. Quiet cusses filled the room from the both of you. Harry continued to kiss your neck leaving small hickeys.

You were on the verge of climax, your body clenching around his fingers, his pace was faster. Just as you felt close, Harry stoped, leaving you on the edge of pleasure. he gives you a soft kiss, "Duty calls, love," he says casually and hurriedly put on his jeans.

You stared at him, still in a daze, your intense high only just starting to subside. He was evil.

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Harry knew what he was doing, he was fully aware of the effect his actions had on you. Throughout his show, he would glance at you while singing the songs you knew were about you. Because he thought it was the best sight in the world. Like yess! Let’s tease the sexually frustrated! It was EVIL.

As the show ended, you waited patiently in the room for Harry to appear. When he eventually did (hours later), he had a mischievous grin plastered on his face, as if he had just received the best gift on Christmas morning. He approached you confidently, radiating excitement and smugness.

Harry chuckled as he observed your expression and placed his hands on your jaw. “You don’t seem too pleased, something wrong baby?” he remarked with a cheeky tone before planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

You glare at him. “You’re mean.” He gives you a fake frown. “Whattt? Me? Never.” He says playfully placing his hands on your waist and backing you up towards the wall. “I could never be mean to you angel.” You look at him madly, but fail miserably when he kisses you softly.

You then stop kissing him. “Hm i’m kinda tired!” You say, he gives you a small smile chuckling. He then casually placed his hand on your waist and led you towards the exit. With a bored tone, you say “Don't you have to get your stuff, Styles?” “I’m comin’ back tomorrow.” Harry simply shrugged in response, leaving a kiss on your head.

If he thinks when he drops you off at home he’s coming in. He is completely wrong.

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The moment you come inside your home, Harry's desire was evident, he kissed you possessively. Both of you gasped for air, your hands wrapped in his hair tugging it slightly causing him to softly groan against your lips. Clothing came off, scattered somewhere along the floors.

Each touch filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. His lips moved hungrily along your neck, leaving a trail of tender wet kisses. “Fuck, I missed you.” He mumbles moaning into your neck as you rub your hand over his pants feeling him harden.

With a swift motion, he lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as your bodies moved closer together.

Harry carried you into the bedroom, he laid you down gently on the bed, Your need was undeniable, His jeans were tightened, a clear indication of his own intense desire for you.

Harry's lips moved with a mix of longing and urgency as he kissed down your body, a fire inside you with each touch. “Six long months,” he murmured between kisses, his touch more intense with each moment. “Six months without being able to kiss you, touch you, or have you like this.”

He paused at your waist, gently removing your underwear, his frustration evident. You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath every movement he made was driving you crazy. He looked up at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and a touch of possessiveness.

Harry's grip on your thighs tightened as he positioned himself between them, “And not a single call back from you,” Harry murmured a mix of anger and desire in his voice. His eyes fixed on you, now exposed to the cool air. A wave of sensations washed over you, causing you to instinctively close your legs.

However, Harry quickly parted them, his gaze dark with desire. “Tell me, angel, did you fuck someone else while I was away?” he asked, his question laced with a hint of jealousy. Without waiting for a response, he began licking your clit, causing you to moan loudly. The air thick with unresolved frustrations and pent-up desires

you arch your back due to the pleasure. “No.” You barely say, Pressing your thighs against his face, your hands tangled in his hair. You were a moaning mess. This only satisfied harry, making his movements, faster, messier, and sloppier.

You were close, and he knew it. He went faster, then sliding one finger into you, this drove you to the edge “Harry-” you were about to cum. Then he stops. You look down at him frustrated. You were so desperate you’d beg.

Harry hovers over you placing himself in between your thighs, his tip by your entrance. You were aching. You couldn’t take it anymore. And harry loved it. It drove him crazy, “Did you touch yourself thinking about me? To satisfy yourself the way I do?” The edge of possessiveness in his tone was both infuriating and arousing.

He barely entered his tip into you, causing your breath to hitch. Your eyes were pleading. “Please- Fuck harry please.” You whine. He softly hums inserting himself all the way, causing a moans to from the both of you. His pace was slow, he wanted to drive you crazy. “Did it feel like this baby.” he whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek as he moved faster.

“Imagined my cock instead of your fingers? My mouth on your body instead of your hands?” Each word sent a wave of heat coursing through you. His hips move fast causing you to grin his back moaning “ Yes fuck- yes I.” You finally admit.

Harry's eyes never left your face he sucked your nipple softly, kissing a path up your body until he reached your ear. “Show me, baby. Show me what you did while I was gone. I want to see what you did when you couldn't have me.” His voice is a hushed whisper, filled with need and desire. You slowly move your hand down to your clit rubbing it.

Both of you a moaning mess, The sight of you turned him on even more. He moves your legs to his shoulders so he can feel you deeper, hitting every spot. He knew you like the chords to his songs. “Shit” he whimpers, his eyes shut, the pleasure being to much to handle.

His pace was rapid he holds your thighs in place as he roughly pounds into you. “Harry-“ You moaned. “I know baby, I know” He whispered softly placing a soft kiss on your leg. “You take me so well angel,” His words send a shiver down your spine.

“I love you so much, I always will.” he says softly, it was to much, you felt like your body was going to explode. You place your hands over your face the overwhelming pressure in your stomach being to much to handle. “You’re doing so good baby, fuck.” Harry whines. You groan feeling yourself about to climax. His pace slowed down but you feel every inch of him.

Both of you reach your climax together, Harry kisses you softly, his lips lingering against yours. “You're so beautiful,” he murmurs in a breathless gasp, he catches his breath. “I don't deserve you,” he adds, his words filled with vulnerability.

There's a pause as he looks into your eyes, his gaze softening as he finally admits, “I can't stay away from you. Fuck the breakup, fuck the stupid rules we made. I just want you, all of you, every day. We’re going to make it work”

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I need God. didn’t know how to end it sooooo sorry😅😅

Lover, You should come over.

|Fluff,Angst, 6th member of 1D

ღ In which, you and Harry had been in a secret relationship, and when the news of your relationship got out, both management acted strongly. Harry, faced with pressure and the desire to protect his public image, decided to end your relationship.

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2 Set rules that were never to be broken.

1. Always maintain a professional image both on and off stage.

2. Absolutely no romantic relationship with any of the guys.

Management had made rule number two crystal clear – it was never to be broken. You and Harry shared a strong connection. It was undeniable, even to management, to the point it drove them mad. In public, you two had to appear distant, avoided direct interaction during interviews, and even your seating arrangements were planned so you guys weren’t close together. But behind closed doors, none of it mattered. Late at night, you both would be asleep in each others arms.

The necessity to keep your relationship hidden from the world didn't faze you – if anything, it added thrill. Stealing kisses backstage, hidden behind closed doors, and during the quiet hours when everyone was fast asleep, these moments felt like your own little secret. The constant need for secrecy, only heightened the tension, every stolen glance and brief touch filled with a sense of urgency and desire. It was like a game you both played, and you had to admit, it was becoming increasingly addicting.

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“I missed you,” Harry whispers in your ear. You giggle and kiss him softly. "We were just on stage together," you say, he hums, pulling away. "I miss being able to touch and hold you, baby," he says, his lips tracing a path along your jawline. You bite your lip, gently protesting,

“Styles, you'll get us caught.” He chuckles softly, his lips brushing against your neck. “Maybe it won't be such a bad thing,” he whispers with a teasing tone.

You chuckle and playfully push Harry away. “Management would actually shut off my mic for four songs if they caught us,” you joke, a hint of annoyance in your voice. However, Harry's expression is serious.

"I hate the way they treat you, baby. You get it twice as bad as us," he says, his tone firm. You smile, trying to brush off the concern. "I'm used to it," you respond casually. "Plus, being the only girl in a boy band, I kind of asked for it when I signed on with Simon."

“One day, we will get to tell the world about us. I promise.”

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Today was a bad day, multiple interviews, recording sessions, a show and hardly any rest. Harry looks at you with weary, tired eyes. “Can I tell you something?” he says, his words slurring together. You nod silently, signaling for him to continue. His head falls softly into your lap as he utters, “I love what I do, truly, but sometimes I just wish we could run away from this fucking life.”

You listen, your hand gently combing through Harry's hair as he speaks incoherently. “I don't get why they keep separating us like that. Like, we don’t even look at eachother, what more do they want.” he slurs. His gaze shifts to you as he suddenly sits up straight, breaking the close proximity. “Promise me something, angel.” You meet his eyes, your hand finding its way to his. “No matter how hard things get, we' won’t let them break us up.”

Harry's gaze softens as you promise to stick together through thick and thin. He closes the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your jaw. “Promise me,” he repeats, his voice low and filled with intensity. You don't hesitate. “I promise,” you breathe, your eyes locked on his.

He leans in, closing the tiny distance between you, pressing his lips against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It's a soft, tender kiss at first, just the slightest brush of your lips. But then he deepens the kiss, his mouth moves against yours in a way that is possessive, making your head spin. Harry's hand moves from your cheek to grip your waist, pulling you against him.

He kisses you with an intensity that takes your breath away, his lips claiming yours in a heated frenzy. He slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring and teasing, tasting every inch of you. His hand glides over your body, leaving a trail of heat. He groans into your mouth, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. This kiss wasn't sweet or gentle. It was desperate, hungry, and full of frustration.

You pull back slightly, gasping for breath as Harry's lips still brush against yours. “Promise me too, promise you won’t leave me.” you say, your voice little more than a whisper.

He nods, his lips still against yours, murmuring his reply. “I promise.”

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“MATE” Someone yells. Harry winces at the sudden loud banging on the door, cursing under his breath as he slowly untangles himself from your sleepy embrace and stumbles towards the door. “Bloody hell, what?” he mutters, rubbing his temple, his head pounding and stomach churning from the excessive alcohol he consumed the previous night.

He yanks open the door to reveal Niall and louis at the door. “What the hell do you want?” Harry grumbles. Niall's expression is full of concern, as he hands Harry his phone. Harry frowns, his heart beginning to race as he processes.

“What is this about?” Harry asks still half asleep. Louis winces,“everyone found out, mate. Someone got a photo of you guys kissing last night.” Harry's eyes widen, panic and confusion mixing in his expression. “What the hell?” he mutters, taking the phone to get a closer look at the photo.

Harry takes a step back, his hand covering his face in frustration. “Bloody hell,” he mutters, his heart sinking to his stomach, as you walk up behind him “What happened?” you ask, completely clueless to the situation. Harry looks at you, his expression a mixture of sadness and resignation. “Everyone knows,” he says, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Everyone bloody knows.”He can't even believe the words coming out of his mouth.

You frown, confusion and worry filled your face. “How's that possible?” you question, struggling to come to terms with the sudden turn of events. Louis looks at you, sadness in his eyes. "I don't know," he says. “We were around friends, but... somehow the news got out.” Niall adds. “Shit, what are we going to do.” You say softly, your voice cracking.

Harry takes you into his arms, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Baby, we'll figure it out,” he whispers reassuringly, gently kissing the top of your head. “It's going to be alright,” he assures you, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that hangs in the air. “I promise.”

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You wanted to throw up and suffocate yourself with a pillow while screaming your lungs off.

Your heart sank as you watched Harry kiss Kendall passionately, the scene unfolding before you like a cruel and painful mockery. You tried to keep your emotions in check, but the sight of them together, especially given the strained relationship you had with Kendall, was like a dagger to your heart.

You stood there, a sense of helplessness washing over you. You were used to having to deal with Harry's PR relationships, but witnessing him with someone who seemed to despise you made the situation even more excruciating.

You were forced to stand on the sidelines, playing a role in a false narrative, pretending that the moment was nothing more than a harmless kiss between drunk friends. It was a lie that left a bitter taste in your mouth, and you were left to never speak of it again .

Zayn's concern for you was evident as he handed you a drink and noticed your gaze fixed on Harry and Kendall. His frown deepened, “You shouldn't watch that,” his voice soft but firm.

You tried to put on a brave face, nodding silently in agreement while fighting back tears. The weight of the situation weighed heavily on your shoulders, knowing these were the consequences if you and Harry were caught.

Zayn's tone became more insistent, his eyes searching your face for any signs of distress. “I'm serious,” he repeated. “Come on, let's go.” Zayn's attempted to reassure you that the event was nearly over was a small comfort, but the weight of emotions inside you threatened to overwhelm you. You remained silent, afraid that if you spoke, you might burst into tears.

Instead, you simply nodded in agreement, following his lead as he began to make his way out of the venue. The way back to the hotel was a quiet one, each of you lost in your own thoughts, the events of the night replaying in your minds like a bittersweet melody.

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3:24 Am

you couldn’t sleep, you had just taken a bath, dressed only with a robe wrapped around your body after a relaxing bath, You and harry hadn’t seen each other in 2 weeks and it was crushing you. You lay down putting a random movie on.

When a sudden loud knocks on the door interrupted your moment of peace. Startled, you rushed to open the door, only to find Harry standing there, his expression filled with obvious distress and dried tears on his face.

Before you could even utter a word, he barged into the room, his lips meet yours in a furious kiss. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly closer as his body pressed you against the wall.

“I” he gasps, his mouth moving from your lips to your jawline, “can't,” his breath warm against your skin, “keep,” his lips trailing down your neck, “doing,” his voice husky with desire, “this.”

Harry's lips continued leaving a trail of heat, as they traveled down your neck to your collarbone. His hands moved up your thighs, gripping them tightly as his body pressed against yours, pinning you against the wall. You gasped softly, his teeth lightly nipped at the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

“I want you,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough with desire. “Only you.”

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You sat there, tears streaming down your face, as the words echoed in your mind. “I can't be with you anymore.” It felt like a knife twisting in your chest, the pain so intense that you struggled to breathe. You didn't understand. Why was this happening? You had been so happy, so in love, you guys were making it work like he promised.

The room was spinning around you, and you felt like you might collapse from the crushing weight of heartache. Harry's expression was pained as he looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes. “I'm sorry,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I just can't keep pretending anymore, I can't fake it anymore.”

Your heart sank, and tears streamed down your face as you shook your head in disbelief. "You don't mean that," you pleaded, your voice cracking. “You promised H, You promised me” You sobbed out.

Harry looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. “I know, baby,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “I just can't give you what you want anymore. I still love you, I always will. But we can't keep going like this, sneaking around in secret. It's tearing us apart.”

You sat there in stunned silence, tears streaming down your face as Harry walked out the door. Your heart ached as you realized you had no one to blame but yourself. In your naivety, you had believed his promises, holding onto the hope that he would keep his word.

Now, you were left alone in the silence of the room, the weight of loneliness and heartache crashing over you in waves. The worst part was that you had to pretend it didn't affect you, because you both knew the consequences. You had to put on a brave face and act like everything was normal.

the ending kinda sucks el o el sorry💔

My Angel

Harry Styles x reader

| Enemies x lovers? Kinda not really they’re complicated! Yearning harry, a bit of angst.

࿐ In which Harry styles is your best friends Heart styles twin brother.You and harry finally decide to stop faking your hatred for each-other.

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It's been 45 minutes since you were left standing in the pouring rain outside the diner, waiting for your ride to arrive. The diner had closed 20 minutes ago, and you felt bad for keeping Barry, your manager, waiting.

So you told him he could leave, feeling bad that he had to stay longer to lock everything up. Now, you're left waiting in the rain, for your ride to arrive.

Harry Styles was many things, but being on time apparently didn't appear to be one of them. You wouldn't really mind if it were any other day, but today was your mother's birthday, and if you were late, you knew you'd never hear the end of it.

You quickly pull out your phone to text your best friend Heart, to let her know you'll find another way home. Just when you're about to send the message, you hear the roaring sound of Harry's obnoxious car as it pulls up, parking in front of you. The headlights almost blind you momentarily before he turns them off.

Harry smirked as he opened the car door for you. “Sorry I'm late, Angel” he said, using the stupid nickname he knew you hated. You could tell he wasn't genuinely sorry, his smirk and the way he leaned against the car door told you exactly how he felt about making you wait. You reluctantly stepped into the car, mentally bracing yourself for an unpleasant ride home.

Harry looks over at you, chuckling as you glared at him. “What's gotten up your ass?” he asked playfully. “You should be thanking me right now.” You roll your eyes. “You were almost an hour late, and you expect me to thank you?'” “I still picked you up.” Harry replied

“Yeah, thanks, my knight in shining armor.”You sarcastically muttered, He let out a dry chuckle, “Jesus, I've had to deal with your bullshit for 18 years. How does anyone put up with your ass?”He asked annoyed, you smirked at him. 'Easy! I’m not a total dick like you.'"

Harry glared at you, his eyebrows drawn together and one hand running through his hair. “If you saw my dick, you'd finally shut the hell up.” He said, his jaw clenching. You didn't respond, and Harry continued, “Cat caught your tongue, angel?” You rolled your eyes and groaned in frustration. “God, Harry, not everyone wants to sleep with you.”

Harry chuckled, clearly enjoying how easily he could get under your skin. “You know what I think, angel?” he said softly. His hand moved to your thigh, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. “I think that if I weren't Heart's brother,I would’ve had you a long time ago.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your reaction. “Not everyone wants to fuck you, Styles,” you say, frustrated. You remove his hand. “Get that through your head. Heart’s twin brother or not.”

Harry chuckled, unfazed by your words. “Oh, come on, angel,” he said, his hand making its way back into your thigh. You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“There's nothing,” you insisted, even though you knew deep down that his touch sent a shiver down your spine, but he’s your best friend’s brother and you guys hated each-other. Harry smirked as he pulled into the drive way. “I hate you, You hate me. Nothing, would change that.” You say unbuckling your seatbelt.

Harry entered your home following you inside, and because Heart was also staying with you, it wasn't possible to simply kick him out. “I don't hate you,” he said, his frustration clear. You rolled your eyes, taking off your work jacket and letting your hair loose.

Ignoring him, you walked towards your bedroom. “Damn it, angel, I don't hate you,”he repeated, his patience wearing thin. “Enough, Harry,”you said softly, standing in the hallway to your room. "You've humiliated me enough. Please stop."

Harry's face fell and he shook his head intensely, “I didn't do anything. I swear, angel. That day, I meant everything I said, fuck i still mean it . She kissed me, not the other way around. Why don't you believe me?” He pleaded, rambling.

“Because it's easier this way, Harry,” you yelled, struggling to hold back your tears. “It's easier to pretend we hate each other... to protect myself, to protect everything I've ever known.”

He stepped closer, closing the distance between us until our faces were mere inches apart. "Heart, she wouldn’t give a fuck Angel. I just…I just want you," he whispered, his hand gently resting on your jaw, tenderly caressing it. "Harry.." you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He inched closer, his gaze fixated on your lips. His hand slid gently over your jaw, tilting your chin upwards as he leaned in. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips hovered just millimeters away from yours, the anticipation almost unbearable.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and then, finally, he closed the distance between you. “Shit, I'm so sorry I'm late," Heart exclaimed. Immediately, you and Harry pulled apart as you quickly walked over to the living room. “No, no, it's okay. Don't worry about it,” you replied softly, trying to hide the tension that had just filled the room.

Heart smiled. “Thank goodness you're back in one piece. I always worry that you and Harry might actually end up ripping each other's throats out.” You let out an awkward laugh. “Well uh I should go,” Harry suddenly says leaving.

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Two weeks, two whole weeks and you haven’t seen or heard from harry. Typical. Within those two weeks he had been missing, he never truly left your thoughts. you felt so frustrated and angry in the fact that you almost kissed him, but something else lingers. It’s a difficult, indescribable feeling that you don’t want to think about.

The diner was dead, almost empty besides you, Your manager, and the cook taking up individual space. The last customer of the night paid their tab and exits, leaving you to clean up the mess they left behind in their booth.

Distracted cleaning, you didn’t realize that another customer came in, didn’t even hear a ring, but instead the sound of someone clearing their throat. Hastily, You stopped cleaning, doing a shitty job on the table but feeling way too tired to finish, so you finally stood up

and turned your attention to the customer, feeling your stomach twist and churn when facial recognition sets in. “Hey angel” He says. Your lips shutting tightly as you see the huge gash on his cheek. “Harry, What? What happened?”

He shakes his head softly. “I wanted to see you.” Your facial expression was tender, forgetting you’re even upset at him. “I missed you so fucken much, angel. You don't even understand,” he says softly as he takes a step closer to you.

You gently place your hand on his cut, frowning as you notice his slight bruise and the cut above his eyebrow. “H, I thought you didn't fight anymore,” you say softly. He chuckles, his gaze fixed on your face.

“I'm alright, angel. It doesn't hurt.” Your frown deepens, the worry in your eyes communicating the words you're not saying. He steps closer to you, closing the distance between you until your faces are just inches apart. His voice drops to a whisper, “Kiss me to make me feel better.”

You hesitate for a moment, your frown deepening as you silently question him. But deep down, you know you want it too. Unable to resist, you lean in and place a soft kiss on his lips, feeling a rush of emotions coursing through you.

As your lips met, a surge of emotions washed over you, a combination of desire and a deep-seated connection that you'd been denying for so long.

Harry's hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. His mouth moved against yours with a familiar yet intense hunger.

As your manager yelled from the counter to remind you that you were still on the clock, you pulled back from the kiss, smiling at Harry.