Gee.

I read this right before I went into work, and had to wait the nine hours before I could go home and type all of this out...

He just looks at her with these stone cold eyes. He’s laying down on the couch, reading a book he found on her bookshelf that caught his eye, and he just peers up at her through the pages, and just stares. 

“What do you mean?”

“I just...feel like you could have been nicer to me today.”

“I bought you gelato...four days in a row... Didn’t even ask me--I just did it.”

“Okay--”

“I cooked you breakfast--I made you toast the way you like it. I put a timer on my phone to make sure it’s the right about of toastness you like.”

“Yeah... but you also farted when we were laying in bed and I was trying to sleep in.”

@0nlythrowharrybeaux

-CEO Harry 

@alexandragramz

-Boss

-CEO

@and-im-okay-with-it

-CEO!Harry 

@atlafan

-It’s Electric 

-The Good Life 

@harryslittlelovehandles

-Can you Leave? 

-Stressed

@harrys-oh-anna

-Sheep Between the Sheets 

@harryxmac

-CEO!Harry 

-Moon & Back

@hestylesno

-CEO Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

-An Anniversary Present, Don’t You Dare (part 2), I Promise You (part 3)

@imagine-that-one-thing

-Styles & Co.  

-Styles’ Tower (Sequel to Styles & Co)

-Styles & Co. Extras

@jarofstyles

-Dirty Business Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

@shelbyco-ltd

-Styles Industries 

@stylesharrys

-meet me in the copy room

@stylesmessiah

-Incentive 

@sumptuoushstyles

-Y/N is a CEO Harry is also a CEO 

-Y/N is Harry’s Secretary 

@twohearts-hs

-An Office Affair Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

@wroteasongabouther

Yeah that was an interesting time that happened in our lives. 😂😂😂

My mood for the last week

Content: part 2 to an enemies to lovers au in which Harry and Y/N are forced into a cross country road trip to make it to their best friends’ wedding on time!! includes a karaoke bar in Cleveland, Ohio, sharing of motel rooms (oh my god there was only one bed 👁️👁️), and a lesbian wedding in the Catskills

Warnings: language, alcohol, NSFW content, making fun of Nebraska and The Notebook

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word Count: 32k

A/N: okay can I just say that I am so glad this is finally done. I have been working on this fic for over a month!!! the entire thing is over 51k in length!!!!!! my word doc is almost 100 pages!!!! this was meant to be a fun story about enemies to lovers stuck on a road trip!!!!! what happened!!!! but thank you guys so much for all the love and support and interest in this story <3 I was really nervous about splitting it up (which looking back was a good choice because again. it’s so long.) but you all showed so much love for the story and the characters!!!! I’d like to give a special shout out to miss andrea @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy​ and miss alex @darthstyles​ for proof reading, and miss andrea again for this pretty header image!! if you’re looking for any good reads after this, I highly recommend checking out their masterlists!! and as always, if you like this fic, please like it AND reblog it!! and shoot me a message about it!! feedback is always appreciated, not just by me, but by ALL content creators, and is the main motivation for us to create more for you all to enjoy!!

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here is everyone’s wedding looks!! and HERE is a lil moodboard of Jo and Laure’s wedding so you can sense the vibes!!

also!! if you want to set the mood for a road trip with Harry, here is a link to the playlist that is mentioned and referenced in this fic!!

It’s almost instantaneous, Y/N notices, how quickly and easily she and Harry fall into a rhythm of friendship. From the moment she wakes up the next morning to a blue sky, the storm long passed, and Harry holding out a cup of black coffee for her, the stress and anxiety of the previous day is gone. There’s no watching herself around Harry, biting her tongue to stop herself from snapping over every small motion he makes as he fidgets in the driver’s seat.  There’s no irritation caused by the way he taps his fingers on the steering wheel, or how he asks any question that crosses his mind, speaking out his random chain of thoughts just as often.  

The thing that Y/N’s come to realize is that Harry is so much more interesting than she’d ever thought. He’s certainly more interesting than the endless fields of corn that whip by her window as he drives down the interstate.  His jokes are dumb, but he says them with such a big grin on his face that she can’t help but laugh.  His comments are strange, but Y/N finds herself enjoying the weird words that slip from his mouth without being caught by a filter.

“If we were in a Children of The Corn situation,” Harry begins, raising his voice to be heard over the sounds of Simon and Garfunkel. “Do you think you’d be able to outsmart the cult?  Or would you get sacrificed to He Who Walks Behind the Rows?”

Harry: 〰️

in which harry’s home, you love being in bed together and having cosy mornings and harry deffo loves sex and the city

warnings: mentions of sex and pure utter morning harry fluff

MASTERLIST

Everyone knows by now that Harry loves mornings. More importantly. Seizing his mornings. Early bird gets the worm or something like that. He gets up bright and early, starts his day with a shower, despite the fact he’s about to work out, and runs.

Runs road to road at a steady pace just enough to get his adrenaline going. Then, will go to the gym and finish it off with a good smoothie with some healthy stuff like an avocado or acai. 

But now his mornings have changed. And we aren’t just talking about how one sunday he got an extra hours sleep, or how he’s morning now look at lot more black and feel a lot colder.

But more of the fact that there was human being taking up room in his super king. You aren’t one of his one night stands, not that he had many before you anyway. You are you, and he loves you for that.

It started off slow. The moaning and groaning trying to pull him back to bed as he puts on a warm and snuggly jumper to brace the cold. 

“M’Harry.” You’d groan turning just slightly to catch a peep of him from  the covers. He looks irresistibly cosy and easy to cuddle up to.

He’d walk round to your side of the bed and perch his bum on the side and turn to face you.

There’s many reasons that Harry loves you even more so when you’ve just woken up. Your hair drapes over his duck feather pillows and often creeps near his face, just enough to tickle him so. 

Your face looks soft. That morning glow of seeing your skin care products glazing your face. Your eyes are small, purely from the lack of sleep you got, purely his fault.

And you too, look irresistibly cosy and easy to cuddle. Which is how you slowly coax him back to bed.

“I need a cuddle” You state.

Harry rolls his eyes and tilts his head.

“M’what about all t’cuddles I gave yeh last night mm?” He asks. 

You pout, knowing he was being unfair on the cold brisk morning in November.

“Please?” You ask quietly.

Harry smiles a little, just his top lip slowly turning up.

“Fine. But m’not watching sex and the city, you watched ten episodes last night” He says slowly taking off his jumper, leaving him bare chested. He slowly lowering himself down onto your side of the bed, making you shuffle over a little. 

“No fair! You were fucking me for at least five of those episodes” You bargain.

 In Harry’s defence, all that talking about sex, made him want sex, who are to complain?

“Will you just get under? M’cold” You moan. 

Harry groans but, nevertheless, shuffles out of his shorts leaving him in boxers. 

You pull the cover over him and tug him close, slotting a leg over his hip and leg, tugging to pull him closer.

You press a kiss to his cheeks smiling and squeezing him tight. 

“I love you”

“And I love you”

Of course all mornings didn’t happen like that, sometimes he didn’t have a chance to get out of bed before you were crawling over to him and grasping him in a cuddle that he couldn’t say no to.

Sometimes you’d be asleep and do it unknowingly. Or sometimes you pretended to be asleep so he wasn’t able to argue getting out of bed.

 But Harry’s convinced now that a rainy dreary morning just means he gets to cuddle with you all morning. 

Blinds open, heating on, steaming cups of coffee, and your naked bodies squished together and steamy kisses.  

You’d  both be under the duvet, you’ve barely spoken but, you didn’t need to. You both found comfort in being with one another. You found the comfort in knowing that you were with one another. 

Harry was all cozied into your neck. Short and sharp breaths escapes his nose, flowing over your neck. It was ticklish,  but you didn’t dare move and disturb him.

You had won a war of watching Sex and The City, hence why he’s fallen asleep. But under the sandman’s spell, he couldn’t care what you watched, and secretly, you knew he loved watching it, always wondering what happens to Carrie and BIG.

You’d turned off the TV around half nine. You’d run out of coffee, and drank Harry’s at that point, but Harry was still fast asleep.

You decided that all that TV watching had made you tired and you quite liked the idea of curling up with your curly haired boyfriend and joining him and the sandman.

You pulled the covers up a bit more, Harry groans and turns over from the cold.

Harry’s back was like a masterpiece, hand crafted by God and sun kissed. You don’t know whether it’s your love for Harry, or how pretty his back is, but you only have one intention, and that is to wrap your arms around his torso and kiss his shoulders. Which is exactly what you do.

Harry’s body relaxes at your touch and soon enough you’re engulfed in one another and you sure that you never want to move.

You don’t want to leave the comfort of your shared bed, you barely see your flat anymore, you don’t want to leave the cuddle, the house, the city, or him. 

Seeing a busy man become so relaxed and at home and finding comfort in you is the most rewarding thing.

i did this once with an ex that i did not get closure with and it was literally one of the unhealthiest months of my life mentally.