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'who dis?': older boyfriend! harry x afab! reader

summary: texts with your older (slightly unchronically online) boyfriend harry styles.

warnings: none!

note: hellolololololo! the setting for this is during kissco but on break from shows… just fyi :)

disclaimer: photos used are not mine and belong to the rightful owner

seeing those poll choices

i want them ALL

TEHEHEHHE

i was deciding between that and boxer bf

seeing those poll choices

i want them ALL

TEHEHEHHE

'who dis?': fratboy! harry styles x afab! reader (fictional)

summary: you, harry, and friends rent a lake house for a weekend in the summer.

warnings: suggestive sexual comments, kissing, sexual tension

note: this idea came to me for a text blurb but i thought headcanons might be more fun! also i used green for harry’s dialogue and pink for y/n’s… it looks like wicked. i hope it’s not too corny i really tried.

p.s - i’m still a beginner on headcanons! if anyone has any POLITE suggestions or constructive criticism to HELP me better them that’d be so appreciated ❤️❤️ tpwk.

having one of the biggest and most popular friends in university is one of the best things ever

everyone loves everyone, and you all love to party

so when summer rolls around… what better way to spend it all together then at a super fancy lake house?!

with your boyfriend, the most popular guy on campus, harry fucking styles ?

pinch me i’m dreaming

it all starts with the drive up

it’s not too far away to the point where your bored and car sick, but not to short so you can enjoy the car ride

you all agree to meet up separately, so you drive up with harry

passenger princess, duh

because to harry your contentment is his priority

and as passenger princess, you always get your way.

the whole ride up— you get aux

with harry’s awful suggestions of course

“what’s this song?” “like a tattoo by sade” “can you put on drake?” “harry.” “what! you liked one of his songs” “fine, one song” “yes!”

there’s also the constant check ins

“you good?” “yes” “needa pee?” “no i’m fine” “you sure? there’s a gas station up ahead” “are you just asking so you have an excuse to get snacks?” “…yes” “pull over”

the chatting

“i’m so fricking excited” “me too, we’re gonna have so much fun” “what are you most excited about?” “getting away from the fucking pledg-” “harry.”

and then the constant touching

“why’d you take your hand off my thigh?” “well i needed to put my blinker on, baby” “put it back” “yes ma’am” “and eyes on the road” you tease “okay ma’am” he laughs

eventually you make it up there, to the big beautiful lakehouse

the minute you walk in, you already see niall there. filling up the fridge.

“harry! y/n!” “how long have you been here niall?” “long enough to know where the closest place to buy beer is”

classic niall what can ya say

since harry rented the place, he obviously gets first pick on bedrooms. ergo, the master suite

and it’s absolutely stunning

there’s a beautiful view of the lake from the bay view window, a huge bed in the room, a big flat screen, ensuite bathroom, and a big closet

it’s everything you could ever want and more

after you get all unpacked, more and more of your university friends start to arrive.

when you all arrive you all agree it’s time to head down the shore

the shore is right in your big beautiful backyard, with a campfire pit, plenty of lawn chairs, backyard games, a barbecue, even a hammock

straight out of a summer camp brochure really

most of you spend thr entire evening outside

the boys are barbecuing, the girls are playing lawn darts, and niall’s trying to build a fire on his own (he watched one episode of survivor.)

the night winds down, and by the time it’s dark, everyone’s curled up by the fire

you sit in harry’s lap, both of you slightly buzzed, watching the fire

it’s perfect, you think. a perfect start to summer.

until it starts to rain

“oh shit” harry says “go go go” he laughs

everyone (even including niall, who was so drunk you’re surprised he woke up) starts to run inside, all agreeing to call it a night

in your room you get ready for bed together

both pink from your buzz, and wet from the rain…

the air becomes hot

you sit on harry’s lap at the rooms vanity, taking off your makeup. he cannot stop staring at you

“you’re so pretty” he says “you don’t even need any of that makeup” he breathes, his chin on your shoulder, arm around your waist. “you have no idea how happy you make me” he says before closing his eyes

you smile faintly, kissing his forehead “i love you” you say. he hums.

you finish taking off your makeup and look down, studying harry’s sleepy, sleepy, face

“harry?” “mmm?” “you asleep?” “boutta be” “you’re still wet though” “mmm that’s what she said” “harry.”

you can take the guy out of the frat house, but you can’t take the frat house out of the guy.

you run a pretty strict program, so harry eventually stumbles gets up to change, moaning about leaving your touch

you crawl into bed first, harry follows. he pulls you by the waist into his chest. sighing sleepily

“don’t leave” “i forgot you were a clingy drunk” “yeah. don’t leave.”

he’s not kidding.

“goodnight baby” you say finally, pecking his lips before tucking back into his chest

“g’night beautiful” harry slurs, humming at the kiss

and just like that, lights out.

harry doesn’t remember much the next morning

“it rained?” he asks at the stove, making like a dozen eggs for everyone

“yeah and we came to the room and i sat on your lap while i took my makeup off?” “did i say anything weird?” “just that i’m pretty and stuff…” “that’s not weird, that’s a fact”

charming devil

all of you devour breakfast pretty quickly, and also come to a collective agreement to head to the lake

the second you come out to the backyard in your bathing suit, harry’s jaw drops

you catch eyes. he blushes, but tries to play it off

“is that new, baby?” he says, nursing his coffee

“mhm” you reply, knowing what you do teases him. “why?” you bite your lip

“nothing” he smiles “you look pretty” he says

goner. he’s a goner for you.

during the whole time at the lake he just keeps staring at you

you even over hear his conversations

“so i told them i couldn’t do that, obviously” “yeah huh” “and i kinda apologized for it but-” “earth to harry?” “mhm-” “harry would you quit staring at your girlfriend?” “what?” “are you even listening?”

when you’re in the lake, on a floaty, talking with your girlfriends— you feel something grab your ankle

you start to squeal, just to look under and see a big head of messy curls with dark red swim trunks

“harry!” you shove him as he comes up from the water

“what?” he chuckles, “can’t a guy see his girl?”

you roll your eyes, and in retort he shakes his head, water from his hair getting on you

“shower time!” he laughs

you groan, but before you can even retort harry’s grabbed under your knees and back, picking you up bridal style from the floaty

okay princess treatment

“what are you doing?” “just wanna look at ya” “well can you put me down.” “only if you go to the swim dock with me”

you both smile at each other. you roll your eyes dramatically “fine”

you swim out to the swim dock together, telling your friends you’ll just be a minute

there’s no ladder, so harry pulls himself up, flexing his triceps and biceps by pushing his palms into the dock and up

he catches you staring, and smiles, before pulling you up

“like what you see?” he says

“could say the same to you, googly eyes” you fire back, teasing of course

he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your torso while standing

“why’d you bring me here, huh?” you say, hands on his chest, pushing on it

“needed you alone” he says “couldn’t do what i wanted to do with niall and the boys breathing down my neck”

“you look gorgeous” he says “like drop dead fuck me sideways gorgeous” he smiles

you go to give him a peck on the lips, but he tries and nips your lip. you scoff laugh

you grin “you know they can still see us, right?” a giggle escapes from your lips

harry gives you a devilish look

“yeah” forehead kiss. “i just don’t…” jaw kiss “care” neck kiss

fuck

you kiss him, deeply.

well until you hear yelling from shore

“let’s fucking go styles!!”

yeah, moment ruined

“let’s go back to shore” he laughs, giving you one last kiss before letting go

“you know we’re about to do the swim of shame right?” “oh stop” “what! it’s true”

he really hates that term, but you love egging him on. so.

the evening goes by quickly after that

after dinner, everyone gets the bright idea to do a movie outside with the projector

thankfully one of your friends brought their laptop, but of course there’s still fighting on which movie

“jaws?” “harry, that’s too scary” “ooo dirty dancing?” “yes!” “no.”

yeah you end up watching dirty dancing.

except you fall asleep

sitting on the blanket with harry, against his chest

when the movie ends, harry carries you in

you stir, but he immediately shushes you

“harry?” “shh” “what time is it?” “shh” “did i fall asleep?” “yes y/n you did, now can you shut up please?”

you end the night in your soft bed, beside harry. half asleep, you feel him putting your hair in a ponytail (because he knows you hate when your hair touches your neck)

the princess treatment never stops

“goodnight” you hear him whisper “i love you”

that morning you have to pack up and leave paradise

you all have to get up and packed and out by 11 am, which is really hard when half your friends are hungover

and when harry’s sad. because he’s trying to hide it

he won’t admit it, but he loves more than anything time like this with you. mornings together. swimming together. just being together.

you can tell from his hints too

“maybe we can do this again next year” “i wonder if they rent this place for winter” “you think if i leave something here they’ll make us come back?”

you give him a weary smile, then a hug

“i’m sure we can come back soon” you say “maybe even with the pledges” you tease

that gets you a flick on the forehead, and a chuckle.

bittersweet

all of you and your friends say goodbye, promising to catch up before school starts back up again

you get in the car with harry, his hand immediately on your thigh

you smile at him, and he smiles at you.

“best weekend ever?”

“best weekend ever.”