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Authors Note: These will be short for the sanity of my mental health. I’m trying to write after 6months of hell. Please, do appreciate my effort by reblogging and leaving feedbacks.

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Blaring shriek whistles away with a celestial energy as the bullet train passes by in it’s full speed. Y/N pules indolently. Her joints feels lit on fire. Her head spinning and her vision blurry from her cry-session before. Her soul senseless to the happenings that’s taking behind her back in that shady corner of the tube’s stairs.

A man crying for help. Choking onto breath as his skin takes a colour of darkness. Eyeballs rolling back to prominent just the whites in them. Y/N’s ears perks up at the eerie scratching noise of nails raking down the grubby wall but her brain ignores it, makes it fly over her head.

She feels the same. Flying over the gates of heaven, candy clouds and glittery rainbows invades her all around.

“Sleep little baby.”

“The little baby doesn’t want to sleep.”

“The jumbie will eat him.”

Y/N sing-songs the lullaby her mother used to hum to her. It used to creep her in her childhood. The thought of a demon named Jumbie breaking into her home and eating her alive used to have her pants wet. But, now as she giggles the lullaby out. Capering and swaying from one feet to another all while hanging at the edge of the platform. It feels calm, numbing to her feelings and chaos whirling inside her.

Her sweet voice that of a siren bounces against the murky floors of the tube catching the attention of a creature that had their eyes already fixated on the human while they siphoned a soul that was meant for hell.

“The soucouyant will suck his blood and the witch—-“ Y/N’s intoxicated eyes shutter opens wide awake, her neck put at a weird angle and her arms stuck above her hip while she screams at the top of her lungs from the fear of getting her skull cracked against the metal frame of speedy passing train - but - there’s someone whose burning grip on her arm keeps her safe from falling and both giving her a heart-attack by not letting her move away from her death itself.

From her clumsiness and stupidness she was about to come under the train.

“You fucking twat!” Y/N squeaks out a hiss when a furious crotchety voice boomed almost quaking the walls on their spot, “Dumb fucking humans.” That just confuses Y/N more but just like any other thing, this also flies over her head and all she does when the adrenalin of dying pacifies down in her veins is that she grins up at whoever just shouted at her.

That grin flatters. The man in his twenties. Tall enough for her to look like a pea infront of him. With sensual pastoral eyes. Cinnamon chocolaty curls. Handsome, clean-shaved face and a jaw carved out of white stone is burning her alive with his intense angry glare.

Harry’s outraged with annoyance that because of this girl he had to let a foul soul slip from his hand.

He did an Angels work by protecting her. What a dumb fucking donkey he’s to be rescuing a human. He grumps to himself. Regretting to go out his way. His demon-ly ways.

He was unable to resist. When his eyes caught a girl in sheer white frock, dancing and signing her heart out - his rotten fingers slipped away from around the corrupt man’s throat. When her black leather jacket fell first on the train tracks his instincts were quick to leap in and pull her back but make her lick the taste of her own stupid medicine cruelly.

Why’s he feeling awful under her soft gaze!? What the fucks wrong with you? You fucking dog of Lucifer!?!?!?!!!!

Harry’s screaming internally at himself. Her bright soft aura almost fooled him to think she was an Angel. The pinks of her eyes making her seem high on the heavens water.

His grip tightens, rather protectively than to hurt her to get his revenge out of annoyance and he glowers his own hand as if to scold it.

“Youuu fuckin’ twattt!” Y/N giggles hysterically mimicking his northern accent with all of the dramatics and twists of mouth, “Oi what was that for!?” Y/N huffs stumbling backwards as Harry flicks her on forehead. He actually wanted to convert her into a mouse so she would be running around this awfully nasty train tube, slipping onto the gutter murk and trying to save herself from getting squished under human boots, for that she looks like a person who’s a clean freak.

Harry turns away from her with an irate roll of his mean eyes and Y/N gasps grumpily, “Oi!” She hiccups a bubble of whatever alcoholic drink she chugged down. Trying to grasp onto his bicep. He’s too bulk for her small hands.

His voice low and monotone as he brushes her off easily, without a remorse, “Don’t you’ve a home to go to you little rat.” His thumbs twitches in his fist not bearing her cold velvet touch on his skin. His lips thins into exasperation. Vexed sigh gurgling within depths of his chest when Y/N leans all over him practically melting into his back, her cheek cutely squished against his sharp shoulder blade as she hugs his arm for life.

What in the clingy fucking fuck.

“Nooooo…” She baubles out sadly. Her pout wavering and her chin wobbling with tears popping and glistening on her waterline.

“Shoo away you rat.” Harry all but ignores her act shrugging his arm to get rid of her instead she wraps herself more securely around him, where she’s just his other skin.

He groans stomping his custom Gucci shoes harshly against the floor. Thumbing at his eyes crudely and tugging at his own curls madly, before snapping his fingers and vanishing into thin air.

Going invisible while being there, inches away from her.

Y/N blinks her eyes inhumanely possible. Taking a 360 of her space and seeing just a couple sitting far off at the bench, her heart shrinks down to her stomach.

Her knees weakens, the heat from her cheeks drains to reveal paleness and Harry smirks, having his lil fun in getting her shit her pants but his own plan blows at him when she flops on her knees drunkenly and starts to cry, with loud shaky sobs and big fat tears.

“Where did you gooooaaaaa!!?” A string of saliva attaches from her bottom lip to her upper one as she opens her mouth wide enough to stuff two Big Macs while she whined and cried, she’s a proper misery party. Her eyes swollen and wet, shut brutally tight that even the tears are finding their way to slip out.

“Can you please shut up?” Harry pops out of blue making himself visible again and she yips out in surprise finding him shadowing over her face mere threads away. A stinging smack echoes in the air, her hand comes in contact to his cheek and if he hadn’t asked the Lucifer to stone him to death he will now after getting slapped by a girl who’s a fucking mortal.

Out of her fright and flight mode her hand flew to land against his cheek and to compensate that, her short length arms instantly weaved around his neck, Harry’s dead heart almost revives to life upon his first humanly hug after centuries of blankness.

“I’m so sorry—- please don’t leave me…” She weeps into his neck in sheer panic and fright, twisting the collar of his black shirt.

Harry just keeps his arms to himself. Shutting his eyelids into defeat and irritation.

“What a fucking torture of a human you’re, little rat.”

A LITTLE GLIMPSE OF ENEMIES TO LOVERS

based on this request too

Such foolish questions get ridiculously, obnoxiously, horrifically foolish answers.” Y/N never wanted to kick someone and kiss someone at the same moment this bad as those stupid, stupid dimple shines in the home of his ivory cream cheek from him smirking down at Y/N his hand pressed into fluff of pillows beside the hall of her raven hair.

He’s been picking up on her habit of highlighting too many adverbs of the books she reads.

She rubs the sleep away with the hilts of her palm, blinking away the blur vision, “Perhaps you’ve a limited IQ level.” She taunts him. Humming down an angry grumble when it refused to ick him at all instead the hickory curl bounced with his soft annoying laugh and fuck if Y/N would be in good state of mind she’d have grabbed that full glass of water and thrown it at his beautifully ravenous face.

“I thought you’d be asleep when I came back, you had a tiring day..” His tongue pressed to the back of his front teeth as if he wanted to speak more– to tease her with his ludicrous pet names instead he leaned above her more, “I woke you up?” She watches the tightly coiled muscles rippling around his chest.

She rolls her lush green eyes fiercely to overcome her tiny silly reaction upon seeing him naked. She wouldn’t let it affect her not at all, “Isn’t that obvious?” She grits gripping the duvet tight under her chin.

He smirks, “I’m sorry about that.” He wasn’t sorry at all, “We need to talk doozy.” Y/N couldn’t calculate her emotions. The rage, the fucking viciousness to chop his balls off drowned her whole. She feels small. Feeling herself trapped into the body of the same sixteen year old Y/N.

“And talking requires you to be shirtless?” She murmurs, pushing her knee up and launching it to hit it into the side of his rib but he’s way faster than her, grabbing the top of it with an over-dramatically displeased expression.

“Talking doesn’t requires any clothes at all.” His smoky grin wavers back, “I promise you that some of the most interesting conversations takes place with no clothes to speak of.”

Heat blasted up her cheeks and neck resembling the light pink of her nightgown, “I’m sure you had tons of experience in having those type of conversations.”

“Jealous.” His lips puckers in fawn shock and amusement, “Hardly.” She quips and his grin increased fully displaying his pearl teeth and Y/N might be misunderstanding the awe for jealous for finding him this perfect.

“So…intrigued?” His long fingers gets losts into the raven waves of her hair, “I don’t fucking care how many people you’ve fucked.” She spats. Why’s she angry? Why there’s a tight ball of nameless emotion in the pit of her lungs and why above all that she wants to grab him by throat and hurl him to mattress, bracket him down with her thighs and force him to look in her eyes even though she doesn’t have to because he’s already gazing down at her intently, and torture him with the lesson to have his view as her for the whole night.

His view as someone he hates entirely and vice versa.

“Who said about fucking anyone? One could read and talk and share their thoughts bare skinned and cuddled against eachother.” His voice soft and Y/N doesn’t want to feel it. She’d rather step on a lego than to be feel admired from his tenderness.

“Can you please let me sleep..” She tries to turn over failing to do because of his heavy weight over the duvet, “So…distracted?”

“Harry! You better fuck off before I scream and kick and become your worst nightmare.” That elicited a howl of laugh from him and her breath shudders when his warmth pressed against her, she doesn’t budge to do remove him from the bedding rather gets lured and melts into his embrace as his hesitant wary touch lingers to wrap his arm around her waist.

“You’re already my worst nightmare and my loveliest dream.” Y/N didn’t know what that meant. Her mind too hazy and sleepy. Though, she sighs engulfed in his amber and vanilla-y spice scent, her lips sending shockwaves through his whole body as they brush against his forearms that’s looped above her head.

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Two scoops of raspberry chocolate chip ice-cream, one spoon, one bubble green coloured blanket and two people snug into eachother’s warmth whilst a short Marilyn Monroe mystery death tapes documentary channels on the telly.

“Hu? what’s wrong sunny?” Y/N’s concern reflects in her does eyes, creamy pink melting down the spoon as it halts between the thin distance of Harry’s pillows lips that’s seems to be chapped and dry for some reason.

“Can’t throat’s sore..” He shakes his head with sadness of a puppy and Y/N coos putting the sherbet crystal bowl aside, giggling at the hiss he eliminates from being with her cold hands. She caress the soft ringlets sitting at the nape of his neck and snuggles a little kiss to his cheek, “How about we have chai? it’ll help soothe the ache away.” We. Just a tiny word or two syllables makes Harry weak in his stomach. If he’s not having an ice-cream she wouldn’t have it either. Moments like these makes him fall in love with her harder than ever before.

“You are me little heaven.” He all but fishes out a small smile for despite of how shitty he’s been feeling, his soul instinctively going to plant a glimmer of his love for his sweetheart against her temple.

So, Y/N made chai. Filled two mugs till the brim and tucked two packets of biscuits under her armpit. Having a laugh whenever his biscuit would fall and sink deep down into his chai, he has yet to master this sorcery.

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The next day. Nothing was alright. Harry left to the sets of his upcoming with just a note sticked to Y/N’s daily morning smoothie and when she got a short text from his assistant that he’s unwell she literally fled to the place in all worry.

“Sunny..” Her high-pitched octave stutters into low embarrassment when she enters his cubby and finds his co-actors and even the director of film surrounding him in pure concern, Y/N’s eyes simmers with gloss seeing him all flushed and red cheeks and layered under blankets, “Just want my girlfriend, can ye’ please call her for me?” His voice husked and gruff when they ask if he needs anything. He winces, shutting his eyes tight and resting his head on the back or sofa.

“I’m right here, love.” Y/N walks past the crowd giving everyone a shy wave, they fawn over the couple with great admiration advising Harry to go home and rest.

“I need you. Don’t feel good..” Harry pouts coughing out a grown as he takes his arms out of the duvet to grab both of Y/N’s needily like his health depends on her.

“Shh. My poor baby, les get’ya home hmm?” Her fingers stretches down the expanse of his head giving a little message to relive some kind of pain, “You’re my strongest boy.” She keeps him hugged to her side while walking them to his car, and if it’d be possible to envelop him whole in her sweet hibernating warmth she’d.

He flashes a pique smile hiding under her hoodie she made him wear once they were engulfed into car’s heat when Y/N’s glares him for speaking, she just coils her arms around him and brings him into chest messaging his head with one hand while the other remains aware that he doesn’t detaches himself from her.

“No talking sunshine. Try taking a nap, yeah? I’ll be still here when you wake up.” She rocks him. A precious human being he’s for her. It reminds of her the times she fell sick and Harry would do the same. He’s always been her anchor, her pride, her sunshine in the darkest of times.

She beams down at him when he snores lightly against her neck, wiping a string of drool from the corner of his lips and bundles him tightly and securely - kiss upon kiss all over his face and to his curls not caring if he’s sick and cuddles him some more when he whines into his sleep.