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hope you enjoy this little series as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it xx 

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I. The one when Y/N works for Harry who has one bad attitude.

II. The one when Y/N returns and things are more confusing than ever.

III. The one when the European leg of the tour comes to an end, and Y/N and Harry figure out they can only keep a secret for so long.

Read more from this little universe, Ma Petite Chérie, in my masterlist!

Word Count: 6k

Summary: It’s the happiest time of the year, but it couldn’t be more miserable for Harry and Y/N.

Author’s Note: Reupload because it wasn’t working in the tags! Here is the first of two Christmas bits for Harry, Y/N and Tallulah! I’ve told you all that I planned on writing about Harry and Y/N breaking up early on in their relationship, so I decided to add a little Christmas spirit into the mix in honor of the season. I promise, the next part isn’t this sad. I always feel like I’m not that great at writing angst, mostly because it hurts my heart too much, but I hope I did this story enough justice. Feedback is greatly appreciated, it helps to keep me going and to write things that you guys actually want to read. Any who, enjoy! The next part will be up by the end of the month. Take care and TPWK.

Harry had never thought that a night out with his colleagues would cost him his world. It was supposed to be a celebration of another successful year at his job, nothing more. It was supposed to be dinner, a few rounds of whiskey with his team, and an early night back to the two girls he loved the most who waited impatiently for his return. It wasn’t supposed to be a trip to the club, where the bass in the speakers replaced Harry’s own heartbeat and made his mind temporarily forget where his priorities lied. He thought that he’d only be there long enough to not seem like an uptight asshole that didn’t care to have any fun, but alas. Harry can be quite the pushover, and quickly slipped into that inedbriated state that often persuades you to do things you know you shouldn’t.

Harry had certainly thought wrong.

Y/N, on the other hand, was only supposed to be gone long enough to clear her head. Steam was practically billowing out of her at lightspeed the night this all happened. It would later be referred to as “The-Incident-That-We-Don’t-Speak-About-Because-It’s-Painful-Too-Even-Think-About” in the future, but right now, it consumed her. Every little detail of that night and the argument that followed haunted her like a reoccurring bad dream that she couldn’t shake. The way he smelled like cigarettes from keeping his coworkers company on the club’s smoking patio, the way his eyes were glassy from one (or two) ((or three)) too many shots of tequila, the way he yelled at her. She had assured him that all she needed was time to think, and then she’d be back to talk. At the time, she had told him that she quite frankly didn’t want to even be in the same postal code as him, so she left. All that was in the duffle bag she packed in four minutes flat was her toothbrush, face wash, and enough clothes to get her through the weekend while she cooled off at her friend’s apartment.

She didn’t plan on being gone for sixteen days.

The iconique sofa fuck and hotel fuck in one chapter? Don’t thank me.

June 20, 2014 Paris, France

You can hear him in the bathroom – the low hum of his voice clamoring over the showerhead, singing a song about running away with your girl – and you think that maybe there was some hidden truth somewhere in his words. How, so easily, you can just pack your bags and run away – cutting your hair, changing your names. You’d send postcards home, detailing your adventures, and each night you’d find yourselves knotted beneath the sheets, and the world would never know.

You would have disappeared, gone with the wind, and the only thing they would be left with is your memory.

To your left, laying beside a pair of your knickers, is an empty champagne bottle. He was quick to pop it open, nearly taking out one of the bedside table lamps with his incoordination with the cork, and in nearly a few minutes, the bottle was sucked dry, and thrown carelessly over your shoulder.

He couldn’t get his hands on you quick enough; it was like he was a child again unwrapping the biggest present under the tree on Christmas day. He started with unbuttoning your shirt, and only managed a few before trying his luck with your trousers. You could say with confidence he was a patient man, but when it came to you, all patience was lost in the haste to get you naked and on top of him as possible.

“M’cock’s been hard since the bloody show,” and he wasn’t wrong. When he caught sight of you standing off on the side of the stage, peeking your head from around the curtain, he felt every ounce of blood fall directly to his cock, and he spent the remainder of the show certain his bulge was going to rip through his pants. “Suck me, please. Need that pretty mouth.”

You knew his mother raised him right when he still used manners when he wanted you to suck him off.

“I’ll pee!” She threatens, “Harry, I swear t'god I’ll piss all over your nice couch if you don’ –”

“And how do we know I’m not into that?” He continues, gleaming and she chokes on another laugh before thrusting her hips up and trying to throw him off her, which is to no use. Once again, he’s relentless, as he always is when it comes to a tickle fight. There’s something about tickling Y/N that really just got Harry’s rocks off, she supposes, as when he starts he won’t stop for a while, and the amount of pure joy he gets from seeing her squirm and giggle is borderline sadistic. She thinks Harry could have a tickling fetish that hadn’t been outed by late night margaritas yet.

or

Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N isn’t his “type” ( or so she’s heard)

That’s my piece for @hsogolden’s 5k writing challenge. I hope you guys like it as I tried to do something I would’ve never thought of! Thanks to @hsogolden for making such a fun challenge and letting my lame ass participate in it. 💕

And last but not least, I really don’t know my way around witchcraft, so I apologise in advance if something doesn’t make any sense. I’ve tried my best with the research but I really don’t know if anything’s accurate. So, please read it with caution. And I hope it’s still somewhat enjoyable :)

Used AU’s

Witch!Harry

Villain!Harry

Used prompts

“You don’t seem so excited.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Warnings: Smut, Curse Words, Witch stuff (obviously), death

Words: 36.4k (it’s a long one)

Summary: Harry and Y/N never thought of seeing each other again but Harry needs help and Y/N is more clueless to his true intentions than she thought.

harry style imagine

requested by anon: josslyn - olivia o’brien. y/n + harry

josslyn - you and harry have an arrangement, but he ruins it. 

(sorry this is shorter than my other works)

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you and Harry had an arrangement. you were sort of friends with benefits. he liked you. you liked him. but, neither one of you had time for a relationship. he was gone all the time on tour or traveling for promotional stuff. you were a photographer and were gone all the time travelling around the world for different shoots. you both spent your time together when it was convenient.

you met Harry at a party thrown by one of the artists you had just done a shoot for. you became fast friends, and he liked your company.

after spending many nights at his house in LA, he gave you a key and some off the top of his head reason for it. you knew deep down what he meant by it. it was his inadvertent way of saying “i trust you”. you read the signs of what he meant. he didn’t just give a key to everyone he was close with.

you didn’t need to define your relationship in order to know what both of you had, but he had to go and ruin it.

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you had just gotten home from a shoot in New York. you flew back to LA to edit the prints and send them to your boss. you stayed with Harry whenever you were in town. he didn’t mind. that’s why he gave you the key.

the uber dropped you off a couple houses down from his. they didn’t need to know where you were actually going. after the uber drove away, you made your way to his house. walking up the driveway, you noticed his car. he was home.

you knew he had been busy this week. he had a couple of parties he was invited to by some of his celebrity friends. you didn’t mind that he kept your relationship from them. the whole world didn’t need to know who you shared a bed with.

when you finally made it to the front door, you fished around in your bag for your keys. after successfully finding them, you slid the key into the lock and opened the door.

it was 10:37 so you tried to be quiet when you entered the house. you slipped your suitcase through the front door and gently closed it locking it when it shut. you looked up from the lock to the sitting room. you noticed two glass on the coffee table. you didn’t think anything of it. maybe he had a friend over and forgot to clean up.

you heard a noise coming from the upstairs so you left your bags at the door and made your way up the stairs.

you heard two voices. Harry’s and a woman. it was coming from the bedroom. your heart fell to your stomach. you closed your eyes thinking that you had to be imagining it, but the closer you got to the door you knew it was real.

In which Y/N and Harry are fighting, but Harry induces an asthma/panic attack. 

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I slam the front door behind me, storming into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. The nerve of that bitch. Calling me a slut in front of our boss! Who the fuck does she think she is? What the fuck is her problem?!

I hear the TV from the den right then, the muffled sound of a video game drifting through the walls. Oh, right. That’s her problem with me. I take a deep breath and drag myself upstairs, changing out of my works clothes and grabbing some pajama shorts and Harry’s Hot ‘N Hard t-shirt. It falls maybe mid thigh and I poke at on the holes in the tummy area, smiling softly before I walk back downstairs to the den and lean against the arm of the couch. Harry’s jamming at the buttons on the controller, and he cries out when he loses his game.

“Harry, we need to talk,” I say quietly. He jumps but smiles at me and mutes the TV.

“Um, okay… What’s up?” He asks, turning his body towards me. I take a deep breath and look down.

“We need to talk about Ellie.” My response comes out mumbled but I know Harry heard it, if his rolling eyes are any proof.

“Y/N, we’ve been through this a million ti-” I cut him off.

“Million times, I know. But Harry, this isn’t okay!” I insist, straightening my spine and looking at him in desperation. Ellie is one of Harry’s newfound best friends, and my coworker.

“What has she supposedly done now?” Harry asks, shutting off the TV and gathering his nighttime snacks up on the coffee table.

A/N: Ahhhh! Hi, hello :) Here is my piece for the Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge! This is the first thing I have ever written,(please be gentle hehe) and I cannot believe you’re about to read it! Thank you, I love you forever. So much love goes to my girls, my best friend @haute-romance-quotidienne (you know how I feel about you) & @harryinsweatersandbandanas​- Ash thank you for your constant support and shared love for yearning over H :) 

And lastly, I have so much love and adoration for the girls that put this whole thing together. @for-fucks-sake-h ​ @oh-honey-styles ​ @andwhenshesays​, thank you all for being so brilliant and allowing us all the chance to try new things and for just constantly being people to look up to and admire. I love you all forever and ever, and I am the luckiest to know you. 

Word Count: 7.3K

Yearning, yearning, pining. more yearning, yearning, and some more yearning. Sometimes our wildest daydreams do come true. 

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Dreamy soft green eyes watched you from the other side of the room before he shifted his eyes back to the person he was talking to. Arguably this was the hardest part of your friendship with Harry, to see him with other people, other women and knowing that you’d never measure up. Or at least in your eyes, you wouldn’t. And truthfully it had nothing to do with the women he dated. They had all been kind to you and tried to be your friend once they realized how big of a role you played in Harry’s life. They were all lovely and nice and funny, and generally good to him. It never had anything to do with them, and everything to do with you.

Over the years of your friendship with him it had gotten harder and harder to act like you weren’t totally, completely, annoyingly, hopelessly in love with him. Especially on nights like tonight.

Gathered in his lofty, but cozy house with dozens of his closest family and friends for a listening party to celebrate the release of his brand new spanking album. He’s already had two listening parties specifically for his fans, but he wanted to have one for the people that make up his support system, that keep him going when the world feels too big and scary. Plus being the narcissist he so naturally is, the ego boost of his most loved ones listening to his album first and loving it first was an added plus.

He’d told you for months how special this album was to him, and you had singlehandedly witnessed the sheer joy he felt while making it. So when he invited you to the listening party, with those big green eyes slowly blinking at you, of course you said yes.

My babes, I am so sorry for this one…actual filth and actual sin. Boarding school bad boy Harry and his angel breaking the rules for a little fun in the grass. So hope you enjoy and honestly could turn this into something but. Also didn’t proofread so please forgive me for any typos and grammar—I blacked out when writing it. Boarding School by Lana Del Rey will play at my funeral.

Part Two

Part Three

Rated fucking r: smut, filth, and quite possibly sacrilegious. 3.6k words.

You walked out of class as the bell rang, your eyes hit Harry the instant he bounced off the wall with a small smirk. Your mouth dropped open in a smile as you met his body, “Hey.” he spoke deeply, his voice raspy and practically sending you to your knees. “Hey.” You spoke, chewing on your bottom lip as he handed you a soda, “Cherry coke for m’cherry?” You ran your hand through his gelled hair, a soft curl fell on his forehead as the two of you walked side by side; the tab on the soda being popped open by him. “Wanna get out of here?” You asked softly as he took a sip, his brows furrowed as you grabbed the can from his hand. “I miss you.” You whispered into his ear as his arm wrapped around your waist. He knew exactly what you meant—you missed him. He smirked softly as he watched your head fall back with a sip, your tongue ran over your lips that were being flavored like artificial maraschino cherries. 

“We can go to that field that’s like twenty minutes away. The one we went to for your birthday and listened to music and you know.” You bumped into him, laughing softly as he tugged you into a corner of the hall, where you could discuss your adventure. His hand was on the wall next to your head as your hand ran over his white button-up. “Harry.” You whine and tug on his tie softly, “Please.” you lean forward and whisper in his ear. “I want your cock.” He gulped as you leaned back and pressed your head into the wall. His head turned to a nun walking by with a sigh due to kids still migrating to class. You followed his gaze as your leg ran over his, making his heart race and his Adam’s apple bob.

This is lovely and the otherside of Phone Head so I am here for it!

“Can we fuck?” He asks with a blush as you two were cuddled on the couch. You let out a giggle, smirking after it fell from your lips. “You wanna fuck me?” He nods just as you sit up, moving to straddle his waist. “So...what exactly did you have in mind?” He tilts his head, humming slightly just as you run your hands down his chest. “Maybe, like this.” You smile. “Ride me...since ya’ do it so well.” You dip your hands underneath his tee, running your hands over his skin. “So you want me, to bounce on your big cock?” You have him a coy smile at the end, you were in a mood and why not have a little fun while you’re at it.

You can see his Adam’s apple bob—his praise kink loved that. “Yeah, want ya’ to bounce on m’cock...look so pretty when you do.” You nod and lean down to kiss his lips, a rough and wet kiss it met between the two of you. You leave his lips and move to his neck, your tongue dancing over the skin. You can feel his breath hitch as you dance your tongue over his Adam’s apple. “Fuck baby.” He spits just as his hands go to your sides, gripping you tight.

He pushed the two of you down on the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist just as his hand ran up the side of your thigh. His hand went under your shorts and he gripped the band of your underwear; gaining a gasp from you. His fingers were digging into your skin with a smirk, you tugged on his hair as he went back for another kiss. “You get so worked up when I talk about your cock, it’s so fucking cute H.” You mumble, only for his head to drop in your neck. He hums softly with a blush. “Oh don’t be shy.” You joke, “It’s okay to admit you love when I talk about your big cock.” You slow the words at the end, but his cock got hard fast.

He lifts his head to look at you, you tilt your head while chewing on your bottom lip. “Tell me more...talk ‘bout my cock more princess. Know ya’ love to.” You smile, giggling softly. Your mouth opens to begin a lovely monologue about his cock, but your phone rings. He whines, groaning into your neck as he drops his head. “Sorry Har.” You smile. “Ten minutes and then we can play.” You shimmy from underneath him, sitting on the edge of the couch with your elbows on your knees and phone now pressed to your ear. His fingers danced up your back as you spoke on the phone.

You were trying to focus on the words flying through your ear, but his fingers dancing up your back stopped you. He smiled listened to your words and the way you spoke, a smile on his face as he adored you even more. Your breath hitched when you felt his ring-clad hand lift the hem of your shirt. His lips met the skin on your lower back as you stammered your words; a smirk creeping onto his face. His hand trailed up your back, his fingers dancing over your skin only for you to turn your head back to him. “Stop.” You mouthed with a smile, and he shook his head.

You rolled your eyes and turned your head back, he moved from behind you, his head now moving to rest on your lap. “Hurry up.” He whispered, you covered his face with your hand. You furrowed your brows just as his hand gripped your wrist and his other steadied your hand. He bit your hand, making your mouth drop. “What the fuck.” You whispered, he giggled softly, only for his tongue to dance on your palm. Your breath hitched at the feeling, similar to the motions his tongue does between your thighs. You gulped when he moved your hand, it went into his hair, playing with his locks as he was about to play with you.

He sat up, only for his lips to meet your cheek and his arms to wrap around your waist. You were smiling because it was so damn cute and was so damn needy. “Wanna taste you.” He whispered in your ear, your mouth dropping as he left another kiss. “Let me take ya’ knickers off.” He whispered again, you turned your head to look at him with hollowed cheeks. You sighed quietly, moving your body against the armrest with legs open. You tilted your head at him as he moved between your thighs. His hands went to your shorts, digging his fingers underneath the band. He kissed your lips just as he roughly tore down your shorts and underwear; his smirk meeting yours at the act.

He lowered himself between your thighs, his hands wrapped around your thighs just as he left a wet kiss on your inner thigh. You were keeping cool, steady your words and breath even if your mind was growing hazy. He licked one wiggly stripe over your wetness, stopping at your bud and sucking. Your head fell back as your free hand gripped his hair. He smirked into you, sucking on your bud as your mouth dropped in a silent gasp; he hated not hearing you but this was so fucking fun. You looked down at him just as he began going in, not wanting to waste any time. You stammered out a set of words as he smirked into you, noting the difficulties he was causing. “Right, yeah.” You spoke through the phone, throwing your head back again. “Oh yeah, that’s...yeah.” You groaned out, working it best as possible into the conversation, even if it was all Harry.

A soft moan left your lips seconds before you hid your phone in your shoulder. “Fuck Harry.” You spoke softly and he left your bud, coming up to give you a kiss. “Being such a good girl, but m’sick of it...gimme a scream or somethin’.” You shake your head with a smile, bringing your phone to your ear as he smirked.

You furrowed your brows as you watched him pull down his sweats. Your jaw dropped and your brows furrowed. You watched his cock drop out of his sweats and his hands move to your sides. “M’gonna fuck you now.” He spoke with a cheeky smirk, watching as you tried to cut in the conversation to end it; you know yourself and it was either end the call or mute yourself—literally or on the phone. You felt his tip dance over your bud, his eyes watching you the whole time. You met his, staring at each other for too long as you finally were able to get a word in. “Would I be able...to um, call you back.” His smirk grew smug and you tilted your head at him; scrunching your brows with a smile as he slowly moved his cock between your wetness. “Okay, yeah, I’m sorry, but I’ll call you later.”

You hung up the phone with urgency, tossing it to the carpet on the floor. “Damn, was hoping you’d moan through the phone.” You giggle just as he fills you up, your mouth parting in a soft moan. “Only want you to hear my moans, Harry.” He nods, pounding into you as a moan leaves your lips. “And they are...fucking beautiful.” He smiles just as you let out a breath, your mouth opening with another moan. “Fuck...really wanted to work you up before we fucked.” He groans, gritting his teeth as he picked up his pace. “Now, jus’ fucking say all those...shit...all those beautiful little erotic things you were gonna say.” You giggle, throwing your head back, it ended in a moan and he was in heaven—no matter how many times you had sex you always did something new that had him fucked.

“Was gonna tell you...shit baby.” You gasp when he pounds into you. “That I love your big cock and how I throb thinking about it.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Fuck.” You smirk, lifting your head back up to look at him. “Let me ride your big cock Har. Let me ride that cock I love so much.” He lets out a breath, pulling out of you and moving to sit down. You hum softly, moving to straddle his waist as your hand grabs his cock. His hands go to your sides as you slide down on his cock. “Fuck.” You whimper, your head falling back just enough that his hand would fit perfectly around your neck, but it stays on your side.

He moans the instant you take all of him, your own mouth letting out a gasp at the feeling. “Fucking shit.” You cry out, only for you to start bouncing on his cock; as fast as you could, not wanting to give him a chance to catch his breath. And he didn’t catch his breath, his brows furrowed and his mouth open in pants as you dropped your head into his neck. His hands were at your sides, gripping you as you continued working his cock. He was so worked up from all the “cock talk” and it was sneaking up on him. “Fuck, I love your cock, Harry.” You mumble, your words falling out of your whimper. “Such a good fucking cock, big cock, makes my head spin.” You choked out through a melody of pants and soft moans. “Fuck baby.” He groans just as you smile into his neck, leaving a kiss before his hands gripped your sides tighter.

The two of you were close but neither of you expected your orgasm to sneak up on the both of you at the same time. “Fuck.” You cried out, feeling it close as he groaned into the air. You leaned back, bouncing fast as your jaw dropped and his head fell back against the cushion. “Jesus Christ.” He groans, your eyes darting to his Adam’s apple and the clench of his jaw. “Yes, fuck.” He spits with a groan as you cry out in a moan, your orgasm hitting. “Fuck Harry.” Your own head falls back in another moan. “Fuck, I know love.” He admits just as his own orgasm hits like a bat. “Holy fuck.” He spits in a low moan that made you whimper. “Fuck, fuck.” You moan, bouncing a bit faster to get the last of both your orgasms.

It ended in pants, both your orgasms finishing within seconds of each other. “Fuck.” You giggled, dropped your head to look at him as he licked his dry lips; trying to come back to Earth. You grabbed his hands that were gripping your sides, intertwining hands with him as he lifted his head to look at you. You flashed him a smile as he let out a breath. “Should fuck like that more...start out while you’re on the phone.” You nod, lifting your leg off him, and leaving his hand to grab his cock. You came off of him with a breath, plopping down next to him on the couch. You turned your head to look at him with a smirk. “Yeah, I liked it.”

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Harry Styles hates his childhood friend Harper Coleman. The only issue is that Harper is in love with Harry. 

uni AU 

please note: the complete story consists of chapters 1-19. Any additional chapters from harry’s POV are not necessary to read unless you’d enjoy a different perspective. 

faceclaims || tags

1. Unrequited

2. It’s been a while since a sibling brunch

3. His imagined hold on my heart

4. Center of the universe

5. You bug the crap out of me

6. Yes, it really happened

7. To hell, I hope

8. World-famous, shit-eating

9. Thanks to me

10. Factual statement

11. Plastic disco ball

12. Come home with me and fool around

13. Lack of action

14. With so evident a desire

15. They likely had tea

16. My virginity monologue

17. My mother made me bring him

18. Center of my universe

19. Quinn Markos weekend look

Extras *H’s POV*

20. Niall Horan’s messy bedroom

21. My hatred for Harper 

22. Very American

23. Completely enchanted

Post Spark:

WELCOME TO THE MASTERLIST FOR SOMEBODY ELSE

what it is: you and harry are friends who start an arrangement…and then that arrangement ends and you’re left with impossible feelings as you watch him move on.

*completed*

✰=smut

playlist

moodboard (in progress)

general masterlist

part one✰

part two✰

part three✰

part four

part five✰

part six

part seven

WELCOME TO THE MASTERLIST FOR IN MY FEELINGS

what it is: you and harry hate one another, like really hate one another–but then you start fucking. 

based off of lana del rey’s song in my feelings. 

*ongoing*

*warning: the sex in this series is going to be rough and a little mean (choking, slapping, etc) so if that’s not your thing…beware*

✰=smut

in my feelings fits

playlist

moodboard

general masterlist

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part one

part two✰

part three✰

part four✰

part five✰

part six