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ALRIGHTY FINISHED THANKS FOR THE REQUEST SWEETCHEEKS :D x

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Harry knew it was her first time– that she trusts him enough to be her first. He knew that she was nervous and anxious by the way she was trembling and her hands were shaking. Her lower lip quivered slightly, but the fire that burned in her eyes told him that she was ready– that she wanted it more than he did. That she was fully prepared to give herself up to him because she loved him and he loved her– fuck, he loved her so much.

And so he did what she was begging him to do as she fumbled with the buckle of his leather belt and tugged frantically at the denim fabric of his skinny jeans– he took her.

Harry had prepped her, of course. He’d kissed his way down her figure, allowing the tips of his fingers to coast lightly along the roads of her body. Along the valley of her chest, the curve of her hips, and down her flushed legs.

He lay suckling kisses down her soft stomach, gazing up at her through his lashes to make sure she was alright with everything he was doing. He traced random designs on the supple, fleshy skin of her thighs, touching his lips to it and biting down gently. Harry had eased her underwear down and off her warm, shivering body and kept full eye contact as he had spread her open, his eyes shimmering with captivating affection and hungry arousal.

Loud cries of ecstasy echoed off of the tan walls as wet sounds pierced the air, Y/N’s hand wound hard into Harry’s damp curls as he had pushed himself into full throttle, working her over with his lips.

His large hands encased her inner thighs, pulling her closer and spreading her wider. His head bobbed in rhythm with his tongue as it prodded around her center, her sweet taste making a gurgled moan escape his throat as his hips bucked against the mattress in a futile attempt to satisfy his growing need. He’d used his index and middle finger to take hold of the hood of her heat, exposing her fully. He’d touched and licked every single nock and cranny, encompassing her entirely and sucking with a rough, endless craving.

She’d come– hard– her excitement flooding Harry’s tongue and sliding down his chin as he had pulled back, wiping at his mouth with a satisfied smile. Her body was quaking as it tried to recover from the exotic attack, beads of sweat running down her temples and neck.

Soon enough they were a mess of tangled limbs, damp slaps resonating from where their bodies connected. Harry has her wrapped in his embrace, his forearms propped under her back so he can cradle her as close as possible because he knows that she needs to feel closer to him now more than ever. Y/N’s legs are wrapped around his lower back, locking him against her in a silent plea for him not to stop.

His thrusts are slow and patient; deep and passionate. He wants her to feel as good as he can make her feel, everything being purely about her and her fulfillment of pleasure. They are both covered in soft blankets and the sheets are a mess, clutched in Y/N’s fists like a life-line. He brushes his lips to her’s tenderly, his tongue lazily gliding into her hot mouth and he swallows down the untamed screams that rip from her throat, feeling them expanding in his chest. At one point she attempts to rut against him to reach relief faster, but he quickly, in a gentle manner, pins her sweaty back against the damp, silken sheets, shaking his head almost desperately. 

“Baby– oh–” he chokes on a moan as he feels her give a spastic clench around his cock, his eyelids flittering. Harry’s forehead plops onto the tinted flesh of her left shoulder, his abdomen tightening with blissful gripe. “S-Slow, sweetheart– want it to last…”

A few minutes pass of the drunken, sloppy thrusting and his lips are sucking and nibbling her neck raw, small murmurs of encouragement hanging in the electrified air between them as he begins to speed up his movements a bit, rocking their bodies back and forth against the king-sized bed.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He whispers to her as he presses his nose against the dip of her jaw, panting. “Gonna make you come again, yeah? You’re all nice and warm for me, darling. S-So fucking warm– Christ.”

Harry’s voice cracks at the end of his sentence, a silent sob racking his body as he feels her contract around him again, all tight and so fucking slick. She’s driving him bloody insane, her broken whimpers of his name hitting him square in the stomach like a punch and he can feel his engorged cock twitching.

“Such a good girl, Y/N.” He threads his fingers through her sweaty strands of hair, digging the pads into her scalp as his knees shift, giving him a better angle to drive himself further inside her. Her breath lodges in her throat, eyes shutting tight as she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. “S-So good.”

“Harry…” Her voice is clouded with lust and desperation, her hands clawing at the dimples along his back as if she were trying to tear him apart.

“I’m here, love. Daddy’s got you. Gonna take good care of his sweet girl, yeah?” His voice is a throaty croak that’s cut off by a carnal groan, his balls throbbing and his tip brushing against one of her walls. “Gonna– make you come all over me. God– you feel so fucking incredible…”

Y/N’s back arches off the bed and she lets out a cry so sexually tortured that it makes Harry shutter. He can feel how she’s spasming around his prick, her legs thrashing in uncontrolled rapture. “Please, Harry, please…”

Harry dips his head into the junction of her shoulder and bites at the sensitive, rosy skin and she comes undone, yanking at his hair so hard it sends spikes of pain shooting across his brain.

Another Drive Me Wild blurb for all my emotionless!h lovers out there! I hope you enjoy!! <3 I truly did not know how to end this but oh well, she’s cute anyways :’)

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Chocolate covered strawberries.

They’re Y/n’s favorite — the snack she always asks him to make for her on special occasions, and even on her lowest days does he find her craving the sweet treat, an unbelievably easy way to her heart.

So here he is, dipping fresh strawberries in melted chocolate on the morning of her birthday. Their flat is silent as Y/n sleeps in their bedroom, Harry borderline exhausted as he is now on his third hour of being awake, his second cup of coffee already brewing beside him.

But his excitement is stronger than his lack of sleep as he runs through the day in his head, a small smile toying on his lips for everything he has planned for her. After their morning spent in bed, he arranged a picnic for them to go on at their local park — the basket already prepared and filled with cheese and crackers, wine and grapes — tickets for an immersive art exhibit she’d been begging for him to take her to, and a reservation to Y/n’s favorite Italian restaurant later tonight.

He wanted to make her birthday something she’d never forget, simply because this is the first birthday they’ll be spending together and he doesn’t want to screw it up. But also because last night, Y/n had told him that she had spent her last four birthdays alone, and something about that small confession was enough for him to nearly tear his own heart out.

It’s been eating him up all morning — thinking about how sad she must have felt on the days she was supposed to be her happiest. Surely, he’s been through that feeling practically his entire life… but something about Y/n spending her birthdays alone physically pains him to think about.

His stomach twists and churns whenever his thoughts wander off to Y/n sitting at her favorite restaurant, celebrating at a table for one with a glass of wine and a cup of ice cream, with nobody for her to talk to. And for him to fathom the idea of her going home to an empty house and an even emptier bed, ending her night without receiving a single happy birthday text, as if it were no different than any other day, makes his chest cave into a pit of guilt for not being the one there with her.

He knows it’s not his fault, but there’s nobody else to blame and he’d much rather take the fall than for her to ever blame herself (which she already does — another confession that had also slipped out to him last night). He frowns a bit at the remembrance.

And the emotional turmoil his body undergoes thinking about her past makes him ache being so far away from her now. So he finishes the last couple of strawberries in a haste, swaps the batch he made earlier with the new batch out from the refrigerator, and plates the chocolate covered strawberries on a floral serving tray.

With one last look around the kitchen, he makes his way into their bedroom.

I’m back again, feel like its been a while. Probably because I’ve been sitting on this one for a bit and didn’t know if I would post it at all. Felt like if I didn’t I’d probably still be in a funk, so I kinda wanted to get it “off my desk”. 

So here’s Harry putting his foot in it without realising how, playing Daddy and fixing his shit with a good cuppa and some classic missionary lovin’ and a dirty mouth.

Thanks to everyone for their love on the first piece. I do appreciate you all. x

The hum of the car had been deafening and the way you didn’t wait for him as you left the car made it more apparent that he was right to think that something was wrong.

He sighed heavily from behind the steering wheel, head falling back against the leather headrest of the driver’s seat, as he watched you open the front door of the home you shared and let yourself inside.

In the short five minutes he stayed away, he tried to think where he’d gone wrong tonight over the business dinner and he couldn’t find fault.

In fact, the way he recalled it you seemed to have a great time. Laughing in the candle light, conversing with ease with not only Glenne but everyone else around the table and enjoying your wine.

Sighing again, he reached from the keys of his car and pulled them out of the ignition before he mumbled under his breath, “‘ere goes nothing.”

this fic is super close to my heart. the details of Y/N’s life are based loosely on my own, and so as a result i’ve poured a ton of love and energy into this story. i hope you love Y/N and Harry’s journey as much as i loved writing it. xoxo

INSPO TAG | ASK 

Y/N promised herself she would never date a musician. It was her one rule–her only rule, actually–when it came to dating. But then, Harry Styles rolled into her life and asked her to break it, just this once. And this is what happened.

Total Word Count: 90k

December 26th, 2016 (7/1)

Birthday Kisses (7/4)

More Than a Song (7/8) 

Goodbyes and FaceTime Calls (7/11)

Harry Styles, Live on Tour (7/15)

Heartbeat (7/18)

Home for the Holidays (7/22)

Changes (7/25)

Itches to Scratch (7/29)

Emerson (8/1)

Extras (feel free to request)

Good to Me (2.2k of pure smut, occurs around Ch. 8)

Just the Two of Us (2.5k of dad!harry ft. a babybjorn)

~ Chapters are posted on Wednesdays and Saturdays at 12:00 PM CST ~

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:

                the one with the hands 

5.8k words; friends to lovers, frattry (frat boy harry), tour harry, fluff and a bit of angst (something a little different than usual)

this made me really…nostalgic? so i listened to one direction for the first time in a long time and played you & i the whole time i wrote this. it was an experience to say the least. 

Harry doesn’t know why he’s doing it, but he can’t take his eyes off of her hands. They look so soft and small. He imagines what they would feel like intertwined with his, or running through his hair. He’s just pathetically staring at her hands.

“Y’know that everyone can tell y’staring.” Niall says, his mouth right by Harry’s ear to prevent everybody else from hearing their conversation.

Harry just hums as some sort of acknowledgment and Niall follows his line of vision. “You’re staring at her hands?” He says with a tone of obvious confusion.

Harry guesses it might be weird to anyone else that he’s so infatuated with her hands but he can’t help it. Usually when he’s attracted to someone they look at their lips, or their eyes, imagine what it would feel like to touch their soft skin, but now all he’s thinking about is Alexa’s hands.

Alexa is one of the assistants on the tour. She gets the boys coffee, makes sure they’re ready, all the usual assistant stuff. She got the job due to a family friend that had a connection. She’s twenty and she’s trying to pay for uni, and she’s extremely shy and can’t hold a conversation with anyone for more than a minute (at least from what he’s seen.) And that’s all he knows about her.

Oh and, she has pretty hands.

It’s no secret among the boys that Harry fancies her a bit. They tease him about it endlessly and if he’s being honest he would tease himself if he were them too.

It’s pathetic how much she draws him in. As soon as he hears her small voice or smells her signature vanilla scent he feels a rush of what feels like dopamine and his mood is instantly brought up.

He seeks her out and always requests that she and only she get her what he needs when she tends to her assistant duties.

“I mean I get why you’re staring at ‘em, imagine what’d be like to get a handy with those soft ha-” Niall teases but Harry interjects with a disappointed scoff.

“Come off it. Don’t be rude.” He speaks softly and cautiously, almost like he’s worried she’ll hear their conversation even though she’s at least fifteen feet away and wouldn’t even know what they’re talking about.

“You know I’m just teasing, Harry.” Niall says, walking away quickly engaged in a conversation with someone else.

Harry thinks about how Niall is a little disrespectful for thinking about her in that way, but as soon as the idea was planted in his head, he felt his cock give a quick twitch.

“For fucks sake.” he whispers, looking down at his pants for a second as if he could command himself to relax.

“Everything okay?” he hears and his head shoots up embarrassingly quick.

He’s met with Alexa who has a smile on her face, he can see in her eyes that she’s a little confused or concerned, but keeps a smile on her face regardless.

Had she just caught him staring at his pants?

“Mhm―I’m fine just…yeah I’m fine.”

Harry doesn’t think he could be any more of a bellend than in this moment.

“I’m sorry it’s just, Niall told me you needed help with something?”

Of fucking course.

To Alexa’s surprise, he laughs. He laughs a little harder than he should and Alexa is just sitting there staring at him with semi-widened eyes.

“Mr. Styles are you alright?”

His laughter ceases immediately and he shoots her a blank look, “how many times have I told you not to call me that. S’just Harry to you.”

“Sorry, sorry Mr―Harry.” he chuckles and Alexa smiles softly, only maintaining eye contact with him for a second before she looks away quickly.

“Do you want a coffee or something? I feel weird just standing here without getting you something…” Alexa mumbles and Harry’s face falls. Her words served a (very) painful reminder that she just worked for him. She was forced to be around him. Doesn’t mean she liked him. After all she only came up to him because Niall told her he needed help with something. Harry feels pathetic.

“No…no thank you.” he murmurs and Alexa nods quickly and turns on her heel to walk away.

Harry doesn’t understand why he can’t just talk to her. Every other “employee” feels like a friend (or even family) to him. Why can’t he cross that line with the one person he wants to? ************************

Adrenaline from the concert is still running high, Harry’s heart is rapidly beating, his head is pounding (in the best way), and he feels like he could  climb Mount Everest. All of that is only amplified when he sees her though. She’s running towards them quickly, clutching her purse in her hand and trying way too hard not to make eye contact with anyone.

“You guys have some sort of party to go to and I need you ready quickly.” she says, her words coming out fast-paced and rushed. Harry just smiles at her.

She’s subconsciously picking a ball of lint off of Harry’s shirt with a concentrated look on her face when his voice startles her. “Did you like the show?” he questions with a way too big smile.

“Always do.” she mumbles. “Now please go get into the shower. We have places to be.” she pats his shoulder gently and his skin ignites with the contact. She looks up at him in question and it’s only then that he realizes he’s just been standing there like a fucking idiot for quite a while.

“Are you coming with us?” he asks, trying to save himself from the awkward situation(s) he always seems to keep creating with her.

“Kinda have to, H.” she responds with a quick smile and his heart soars at the nickname/term of endearment he insisted that she call him a couple weeks ago. She said she liked it because it sounded friendly and formal and he just laughed and agreed.

“Right. See you there.”

“See you.” she laughs.

*************** The party is just as crowded as Harry thought it would be, and he’s a little more than thrilled that Alexa is clinging to him, trying not to get lost or trampled. Every time she gets nudged or bumped into, her hands, (her soft, pretty, fucking delectable hands), tighten around his bicep and he has to fight off a hum of satisfaction every time.

They get to a part of the venue that’s not so crowded and Harry grasps her arm gently, “you alright?” he asks, having to yell a little due to the loud noise around them.

She nods and smiles. “The whole point of this party is for you, you know? You’re supposed to be shaking hands and kissing babies. Go.” she says, giving him a light playful shove.

He rolls his eyes and then nods, “just yell if y’need anything, yeah?”

She nods quickly, “sir, yes sir.”

And then he’s off, venturing into the party and meeting new people.

Harry thinks this is one of his least favorite parts of the famous thing though. He loves a good party, don’t get him wrong, but that high of adrenaline he felt before is starting to wear off and he really just wants to have a good rest.

They’re on tour in Europe right now and he remembers no one will be alarmed or ask any question if he has a little bit of alcohol. So he walks up to the bar and tries to keep ordering drinks to stay awake. He realizes his logic is a little flawed once he gets to the seventh drink and can barely keep his eyes open.

He feels a soft, gentle hand on his shoulder and he whips his head around so fast it makes him dizzy. He finally focuses his vision on the person trying to get his attention and it’s none other than Alexa, with a worried expression on her face. 

“Lexi!” Harry exclaims loudly. Way too loudly. He sees Alexa having some sort of silent exchange with the bartender with a slight shake of her head and a nod of theirs. Harry assumes she’s telling them that he doesn’t need anything else to drink, and he supposes she’s right. He probably shouldn’t have drank as much as he did.

Alexa manages to get him down from the stool and walk him over to the rest of the band. “He’s pretty wasted. Should I just get a car for him back to the hotel?”

“She thinks I’m pretty,” he whispers to himself.

Harry doesn’t even realize what’s going on before he’s in the back of a car. He’s worried for a bit before he catches a glimpse of Alexa, who looks at him every so often to make sure he’s ok. His heart internally jumps at the fact that she cares enough to check on him to make sure he’s not dying of alcohol poisoning.

“I called you Lexi earlier.” he mumbles almost unintelligible and Alexa’s head snaps in his direction.

“Hmm?”

“I called you Lexi earlier.” He says clearer. “I’ve never done that before. Am I allowed to call you Lexi?”

“Sure, H.”

“I like it when you call me H. Makes me feel special. Like I’m one of your friends. Are we friends, Lexi?”

Alexa feels like she’s intruding on a private moment, even though he’s talking to her. She certainly wouldn’t want anyone listening to what she says when she’s drunk. She would feel terrible if Harry woke up in the morning and was overwhelmed with embarrassment.

“Of course we are, H. Try to sleep.”

He nods slowly and lays his head down in her lap. She’s taken by surprise at first but then remembers he’s extremely drunk and is probably acting out of character. He just needed a pillow, she thinks.

Almost as if it was compulsory, she starts tangling her hands in his soft head of hair, brushing through it delicately and gently taking out knots when she encounters them.

It’s not until he moans out in appreciation that she realizes what she was doing and quickly takes her hand away, worried that the sound he let out was one of discomfort.

He finally got to feel the comfort of her soft hands, he’ll be damned if his time with them is cut short.

The second her hand leaves his hair he lets out a whine and pats the seat with his hand until he finds hers. When he feels her hand he picks it up by the wrist, all while Alexa is looking at him with wide eyes, and plops it right back on his head, humming when she resumes her movements.

“Feels good.” is all he says before the back of the car is filled with light snoring.

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The morning after the party Harry woke up with his head pounding. Zayn asked him at least fifteen times what was wrong and he smiled and felt warmth in his chest at the love and care his bandmate was so obviously showing, but assured him he was fine. Alexa was there first thing in the morning, knocking on Harry’s hotel room. She offered him coffee and got him into the tour bus. He was blushing profusely the whole time, but she seemed so interested in the ground below them that she barely noticed. 

When they got to the tour bus the boys were all fast asleep, which figures because they’ve probably been at the party the whole time.

“Get some sleep, H. You’re probably still tired. The busses don’t leave for another hour but I just wanted to get you here.” she mumbles and Harry smiles as best as he can when he’s on the verge of falling asleep.

They bid their goodbyes and Harry gets on his bed and closes the curtains along with his eyes only to find, he can’t sleep.

It’s about thirty minutes of just sitting there looking at the curtain before he huffs and groans dramatically into his pillow. He needs to sleep. He’s tired when he has a “full night’s rest” he can only imagine how tired he’s gonna be if he doesn’t.

He peeks out his curtain a bit and giggles quietly at Zayn’s arm hanging out of his own bunk, “dork.” he mumbles with a giggle (quietly so he doesn’t wake anyone.)

He picks up his phone and sees that it’s another twenty minutes before the busses leave and suddenly an idea strikes him.

Alexa is scrolling through her phone mindlessly when she hears a gentle knock on the door of the bus. Her eyebrows furrow a bit in confusion but she quickly gets up, because if someone’s here at this time, it must be important.

She quietly walks to the front of the bus and opens the door, only to be met by Harry, who has a bit of a bedhead and a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hi.”

Alexa blinks twice before she gathers the situation, “hi, H. Is something the matter?”

Harry shakes his head no, but then thinks a little about it and nods yes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t―um―I can’t sleep.” he murmurs and Alexa frowns.

“Do you want me to make you some tea? That always helps me when I can’t-”

“Can I stay here? With you?” Harry blurts out, instantly wanting to knee himself in the balls for how awkward he’s making this.

“Stay….stay here? With me?” Alexa echoes with a confused expression on her face and Harry nods shyly.

“When you…when you um played with my hair it was nice, that made me fall asleep really quickly….do you―do you think you could do it again?”

Why oh why is he stuttering so much?

Alexa just stands there dumbfounded. Only now is she realizing, though, that all she’s wearing is a tank top and shorts. She feels a little exposed.

She holds up her finger, signaling him to wait a second, before she walks back into the bus. She throws on a hoodie and quickly walks back to Harry, whose solemn tired expression gets just a little bit brighter when he sees her again.

“Come in.” she whispers, “be quiet.”

She didn’t like feeling like she was sneaking around, and neither did he, but really what choice did they have.

So she leads him to her bunk, and they lay next to each other, his hand cautiously on her waist, and her hand tangled in his hair.

He falls asleep in under ten minutes.

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“You’re pulling.” Harry whined. Harry’s hair has grown out just a little bit, and he wanted to see if it could be put into a ponytail, and of course he asked Alexa to do it.

“I mean you won’t stay still.” she responds back, a little snarky playful tone in her voice. Harry yanked his head forward just to annoy her and she giggled and shrieked “stop it!”.

“You are such a child.” she muttered and he nodded his head with a smirk on his face.

It’s been a month and couple of weeks since Harry snuck into Alexa’s bunk and slept with the comfort of her soft hands in his hair. Since then, it’s become obvious that they grew closer. They knew it and everyone else knew it. They were glued to the hip (Harry never left her alone) and Harry never wanted to go anywhere if Alexa wasn’t there.

He had a bit of a crush.

“Done.” Alexa said with a sigh. “That took forever. Your hair is a little bit too short still.” she said with a sympathetic smile while she gets up to go pick up a mirror.

She positions the mirror in front of Harry and he smiles like he’s getting ready for a picture. Alexa scoffs but when Harry finally looks at his hair he breathes out a sort of shocked laugh.

“Do you like it?” Alexa says cautiously, suddenly thinking he hates it.

“Are you kidding? I look hot.” he says with a smirk, moving his head around to get a look at all the different angles. Alexa giggles and Harry looks up from the mirror to see it. Harry always thought her smile was beautiful, but it lit up even more when she laughed. That’s why he tried to make her laugh as much as he could. He only wanted her happy.

“I’m gonna wear it when we perform tonight.”

Alexa gasps and shakes her head quickly, “no you aren’t. Miss Teasedale would kill me.”

“What is with you and calling everyone by their last names?” Harry says with a laugh, also trying to distract her. Because he was, in fact, gonna keep the hairstyle in during his performance.

“It shows respect.” she says like it’s obvious and Harry just smiles at her. He finds himself doing that a lot. Just looking at her and smiling. He figures it’s because she has that effect on people, that she just makes people want to smile.

“Come on, Harry we’ve got to go.” Niall says, barging into the room, startling Alexa, but not Harry since he heard his heavy footsteps and knew his was coming.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on my way, alright?” He gives Niall a look, a look that he’s praying he’ll understand. There’s something he was planning to do today, something that he’s never had the courage to. He’s going to ask Alexa out, take her out to a date, sweep her clean off her feet, and live happily ever after. The end.

Niall nods slowly with a knowing look on his face, his mouth formed into a “o”.

 Alexa, who’s obviously confused, looks between the two of them with a raised eyebrow. “Right. I’ll leave you two to it.” Niall walks out and leaves Alexa looking back to Harry with a ‘you saw that two, right?’ expression.

For fucks sake, Niall.

She expects Harry to laugh, but all of a sudden he has a serious expression on his face, like he’s conflicted. And Alexa being the caring person she is, rushes to his side to see what’s wrong.

Harry takes this as an opportunity though, as soon as she’s within reach, he takes hold of her upper arms, gently, making sure not to startle her.

“I have to…tell you something.” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alexa nods, a serious look taking over her face too. She’s curious to say the least. What he has to say seems extremely important and she doesn’t know whether to be scared or not. At least he didn’t say “we need to talk.” Right?

“I…..I―um…” he’s fumbling, he’s fumbling so bad and suddenly he feels stupid. He feels small and stupid and like a fucking idiot for thinking he could ever do this in the first place. For thinking that this perfect, angelic girl in front of him would ever see him as more than the kid from the boy band she gives coffee to. He feels so fucking stupid.

“I’m so happy you’re my friend.”

You fucking stupid stupid stupid idiot, he thinks.

He figures he can at least try to save himself.

“You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had, on this tour, in my life, and you are so so important to me. Don’t make fun of me for being sappy. I just―I really, I really love you.”

  He meant every word he said, he just wishes she knew he meant the last part in a different way than she thought.

Alexa is looking up at him in shock, she never expected those words to come from Harry’s mouth. He’s super affectionate, yes, but he’s never just outright told her how he felt about her. She blinks a couple times before she smiles.

Her smile, her fucking smile. Harry’s never seen anything like her smile.

In one swift moment, she wraps her arms around him, taking him in a tight, loving hug. “You’re my best friend too, H. I love you.”

Harry has to fight off the intense urge to cry and laugh at the same time. He wishes he could kiss her.

Why couldn’t he just say it?

A knock on the door breaks them apart, they find Louis at the door with a knowing look on his face. Harry thinks he probably listened to the whole conversation and he gives him an annoyed look.

“We” he motions between him and Harry “have to go. Make out with your wife later.”

Alexa feels heat rise to her face and she watches as Harry’s own face tints. She giggles a bit and Louis sends her a tight smile.

“I’ll text you. Swear it.” Harry says as he’s being ushered out the door by an annoyed Louis.

They close the door behind them and leave a very giddy Alexa, biting her lip and practically shaking with some emotion she can’t really put her finger on, but she loves the feeling of it.

“Just tell her you’re in love with her mate. For god’s sake.” Louis says, throwing his head back dramatically, earning a shy smile from a pink-cheeked Harry.

“M’not in love with her. S’just a crush.” He mumbles.

Harry’s starting to think it’s not “just a crush”. He’s starting to think it’s never been “just a crush”.

*********** Harry is sitting on a table at a random bar, drunk out of his mind, waiting for a date that he specifically told one of his friends he didn’t want to go to.

He feels his phone buzz, and takes it out to see who it is. When he sees “lexi <3” his whole body starts to buzz along with his phone.

Lexi <3: Running a little late are we?

Harry frowns, running a little late? What is she talking about?

Shit.

Harry had been so caught up, he forgot the plans he had made with his best friend. Guilt bubbles it’s way through his belly, and he suddenly has the urge to cry.

He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he forgot about her, so he figures one little white lie won’t hurt. He’ll just spend time with her tomorrow and everything about this day will be forgotten, he’s not planning on staying here any longer anyways.

Harry: Sorry love, got caught up at rehearsal. See you tomorrow xx H

He puts his phone away, not wanting to think about the fact that he just lied to the one person he’s never had or wanted to lie to. 

Alexa stares at her phone, watching the text pop up. Her lips dip down at the corners and she feels her chest tighten.

“Is he ok? What’d he say?” Niall asks with his arm loosely around Alexa’s shoulder. He notices how it slumps a bit, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

Alexa clears her throat and looks at the floor, “he said he’s stuck at….rehearsal.”

Niall’s face changes drastically, from his usual happy smile to a deep frown.

“Rehearsal?” All four of the boys in the room ask.

Here Alexa was, standing in a room with four out of five of One direction, wondering why the one missing was lying to her.

And it’s not the first time either, he’s been cancelling plans and blowing her off a lot lately. At first, she chalked it up to him being busy. He is an actual popstar, naturally he’d have shit to do, but now that she’s found out he’s actively lying to her, she can’t lie and say that it doesn’t sting a bit.

“It’s nothing.” she brushes it off with a shrug. “I’ll see you guys later.” she walks out of the room, leaving all the boys with confused frowns on their faces.

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“Lex! Alexa!” Harry shouts, trying to catch up with Alexa who only starts walking faster. Harry catches her though, and grabs her arm gently with a light squeeze.

He feels her tense and watches her dart her eyes anywhere but him.

“You didn’t answer my text, I was wondering if you wanted to go out today? There’s this really cool movie, that I know you’d like, that’s out right now.” He watches her face, hoping for her beautiful smile or that giddy nod she does whenever he makes plans with her, but he sees none of it.

“Are you alright, Lex?”

Alexa tries her hardest not to scoff and just nods. “I’m fine, Harry.”

Harry. Never in their entire time of knowing each other, has she ever (seriously) called him Harry. He’s never hated his own name more.

“Alexa―” Harry starts but she walks past him, trying her best to avoid any contact with him and decides that she’s better off continuing her job elsewhere.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself at this very moment, he’s mind is racing, trying to find a plausible explanation for why Alexa is acting this way. His chest is starting to hurt, his throat getting sore, she’s never been cold with him like that before. She’s never called him Harry before. Why didn’t she call him H?

Harry sees Liam walk ahead of him, going straight to Alexa and slinging an arm around her shoulder, he presses a kiss to her forehead and then looks at her with an earnest concerned expression on his face. Harry sees him mouth the words “are you ok?” to which she shakes her head and gives him an actual honest answer. Harry swears that he feels his heart literally shatter in his chest.

He doesn’t even realize that he’s standing there, lips parted, eye glassy. He clears his throat and walks away to the nearest bathroom, all of the pain swirling around in his mind mixed with the copious amount of alcohol he consumed last night, has him emptying the contents of his stomach. He wishes he never went out.

************ It’s been two weeks. Alexa still hasn’t uttered a word to Harry, aside from asking if he wants a coffee and what not. It’s killing him. Every time she looks at him and the warmth is gone from her eyes, it kills him. He’s noticed the boys are like her bodyguards now, always around her, hugging her and asking if she’s okay. He would find it adorable and endearing if he didn’t know exactly who they were “protecting” her from. His own stupid self.

His heart cracks every time he sees her and Zayn together, they’ve gotten exceptionally close, closer than she was with all of the other boys. He loves Zayn, but he hates that he’s the one seeing her beautiful smile while she won’t even look at him.

He’s being brave today, though. He’s decided that he’s done with not being able to talk to someone he loves so much. Is she as tortured as he is? She has to be, she told him she loved him, so she has to be feeling as tortured as he is. Right?

“Hi.”

Alexa jumps at the unmistakable sound of Harry’s voice, Zayn’s laughing ceases and he looks up at Harry, who’s towering both of them since they’re sitting down.

“Can I talk to you?” Harry asks cautiously, fidgeting with the few rings on his fingers. He feels awkward standing here in front of her in Zayn. It kind of feels like Zayn has taken Harry’s spot, and saying Harry feels small and uncomfortable is an understatement.

He figures it’s not hard to fall into a great friendship with Zayn though. He’s one of the kindest, most loving people Harry has ever met, and if Alexa is replacing him with someone, he’s glad it’s Zayn.

Alexa looks over to Zayn for a second, like she’s unsure, and he nods in encouragement. Harry feels like he could kiss Zayn for that. He looks back at Alexa with a pleading look in his eyes, hoping she’ll at least give him a chance to talk to her.

“Sure.” she finally says, and Harry’s tense shoulders slump in relief.

Harry hates how they’re walking together, a couple feet apart, looking at the ground, not saying anything. What happened to them?

“What happened to us, Lex?” He speaks his thoughts out loud, effectively stopping Alexa in her tracks. “I really don’t know what happened. We were great….and then we….weren’t.”

Alexa frowns, she thought the boys would’ve told him by now.

Alexa doesn’t know if they should avoid this conversation any longer, so she decides to just tell him, “you weren’t being honest with me, and it hurt. I can’t trust someone if they aren’t being honest with me.”

What is she talking about? She doesn’t trust him?

“What? I’ve―I’ve never been dishonest with you…I―” he pauses.

Shit.

He’s only lied to her twice, all the times he’s pretended like it wasn’t head over heels for her (if you don’t count them individually), and that time he told her he was “stuck at rehearsal”. He doesn’t know which one her finding out was worse.

But he has a feeling he knows which one.

“Lex, I―”

“It’s fine, Harry. I’ve gotten over it.” Really? Cause you haven’t spoken a word to me in two weeks, Harry wants to say, but he knows he has no right. He’s the one that lied to her, not the other way around. He shouldn’t be upset with her, he should be upset with himself.

“But you don’t trust me.” he comes to the conclusion on his own, and Alexa tries not to wince at the hurt in his voice.

“I’ll fix it then. I’ll fix us. You’ll trust me again. I swear it.” he promises. He’s not going to let this go, this perfect thing they have, go. Not if he can help it.

And so he did. He made sure to follow through with all the plans he curated, every promise he whispered to her. Alexa doesn’t know how he did it, but he made every single thing he did feel like a promise. A promise they both knew that he wasn’t going to break.

************

Harry was nervous. He was fidgeting, he already sweat through an entire shirt (then took a shower because he felt gross), and now he’s pacing, while the boys are trying to get him to “sit the fuck down and calm the fuck down” (those were Louis’ words).

Harry was finally going to do it. He was going to ask Alexa out and not fuck it up this time. He was very hopeful, and so was the rest of the band.

Alexa had been sent on a bogus coffee run for all of the boys, they had been specific in saying that they wanted Starbucks, not the coffee from the machine. She was suspicious at first, but she knew that those boys were weird, and it was her job. If they really wanted something, she would get it.

Little did she know that Harry was freaking out, waiting until she got back to finally do the thing he should’ve done that first time when he chickened out.

“Alright boys! I got your coffee-” she looks up and realizes Harry is the only one standing there, “where is everyone?”

“Not important.” he dismisses quickly and Alexa snickers.

“Well if they aren’t here I got your coffee. Here let me-”

Harry steps forward, takes the cardboard coffee holder out of her hand, all of his movements slow.

“I need to ask you something.” Harry tells her, trying to collect his nerves.

He’s doing this, he’s not going to chicken out.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Harry finally says, and although he’s still scared shitless, saying those words to her felt like an intense weight was lifted off of his shoulders.

Alexa, standing there dumbfounded, blinked a couple of times before she registered his question. Then she smiled. That beautiful, intoxicating, room brightening, megawatt smile.

“Of course I’ll go out with you, H.” she responds, her voice soft. So soft it’s sending Harry into a fucking daze.

“Jesus, had me scared you were gonna say no.” he chuckles, staring at her lips and her eyes, switching between the two.

“Never.” she smirks.

“I swear I’m a gentleman but I’ve been waiting to kiss you for months. Can I?”

Alexa nods with a whisper of yes, Harry wastes no time connecting their lips. He doesn’t add any tongue (because he’s a gentleman), but he molds their lips together slowly and passionately. Her lips are soft like velvet and Harry’s is on the textbook definition of cloud nine.

Their lips break apart and Harry fights the urge to whine, instead he pouts dramatically, “more, please.”

Alexa smirks with a hint of lust in her eyes and connects their lips again, this time taking the lead and Harry hums into the kiss, partly by how good it feels and partly by the hint of dominance he felt from her in the kiss.

“I’ll have that coffee now.” he says when their lips reluctantly come apart.

“Hmm” she hums comically “will you now?”

“Very much so.” he’s interrupted by another peck on the lips and he hums in satisfaction at it. She brings his soft hands up to his face to hold him there so she can kiss him deeper and he moans at the feeling. “Fuck, never should’ve let me kiss you.”

“Mmm…why is that?” Alexa whispers against his lips.

“Never gonna stop. M’addicted. You’re a drug, you dangerous woman.”

Alexa snickers while Harry has a satisfied smirk on his face. He pecks her again with an exaggerated hum before he kisses her cheeks, her nose, then her forehead with a smile. “I have to go, but I’ll FaceTime you tonight, yeah?” He gives her another soft peck, “don’t fall asleep.” he says in faux sternness.

“Won’t. See you, H. Love you.” she tells him and then he groans dramatically.

“See, now I have to kiss you again. So bloody dangerous, baby.”

Her heart flutters at the pet name and she smirks. “Don’t ever stop kissing me.”

“Careful what you wish for.” he quips back with a smirk.

  “Mmk I really have to go now, really wish I could stay here and make out with you all day but I can’t.” Another quick peck, “bye…bye. Love you.”

Harry walked out of the room, only to see the boys standing on the side of it with excited looks on their faces. Harry only nods with a smile on his face and a elated look in his eyes and they erupt in cheers.

Alexa knows exactly what’s going on on the other side of the door and she giggles lightly, feeling quite elated herself. That feeling of giddiness is back, and she finally knows what it is. Love. Not a platonic love. A soul-crushing romantic love that only gets stronger every time she looks at his structured face.

She can tell they’re happy on the other side of the door, but do they want their coffee?

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alrighty, i’m posting it here instead of making a separate post since it’s pretty short!!!

Another shout leaves Harry’s mouth, ringless fingers around his mouth, and he lets out a cackle when the horses in the distance turn their heads towards where he’s standing on the other side of the fence. His white robe is slightly baggy on him, considering his slim figure, and his soft, product-free hair catches on the wind, falling over his eyes ever so softly.

She comes behind him, wet grass rustling beneath her wellies, and she wraps her arms around his waist. “What are you doing, you silly man?” She says, tone amused as she squeezes his waist, “Stop disrupting wildlife.”

“Just making friends,” Harry grins and puts his own hands over hers, squeezing gently before he intertwines their fingers. His features set in a smile when he feels her ring.

He tilts his head to the side and she presses a kiss to the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting smell; tobacco and vanilla, and Harry.

“Come back to bed.”

The wind is gentle, soft around them, but she feels it >coming under her own robe, shivering when it hits her bare skin underneath.

Harry turns in her embrace and presses their foreheads together. “Took some pictures. Wanted us to have breakfast out here but,” his gaze falls to her chest, “It’s cold.”

Standing outside their little cottage, both dressed in white robes and pink wellies, Harry squeezes her frame tighter, sighing when her soft cheek, still warm from her sleep, presses against his cold neck. He looks over the cottage, the mountains, and wishes they could do this everyday, for the rest of their lives. For the rest of their lives, he thinks.

His eyes catch the sight of her ring once again as her hand rests on his chest, and it makes his throat hurt. He feels his throat tighten with various emotions, face bearing a quiet happiness, and he knows. He knows it’s love. The way her beautiful hair chafes the very air around them, some strands caressing his chin ever so softly, and the smell of it. Fresh, not exactly fruity, but pleasant, so pleasant that he wants to bottle it up and spray it on every surface, everything he owns so that he feels her wherever he goes. Her buttery skin is still sleep-warm and so soft against his despite the robe, and he can’t help but lower his head until his lips touch where her pulse is, and she beams. It’s love.

A best friends to something else type of story. Exactly 7.8k (literally 7800 words which is scary) and you know I can’t write that much without SMUT. This takes place during a sleepover at the end of quarantine! Maybe tell me what you thought? :) (I promise I’ll edit this soon!)

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“Show me yer phone, love” Harry groaned, sending you the coldest of death stares. The night started off as usual, you two just watching some old documentaries, paying more or less attention to them as you mostly just sat and talked. Things took a turn when your phone started blowing up with messages. Being the kind of person who always replies in an instant, suspicions arose when you decided to completely ignore the texts. Although Harry never violated your privacy and never pushed you for answers you didn’t want to give, when you started laughing and got nervous about whoever it was that kept texting you, he figured it would be worth it to push your buttons.

“I said no” you repeated yourself, standing up from the couch. There were two main reasons you didn’t want to talk about the person texting you, and these 2 reasons were also probably the only two things in the world you wouldn’t want to discuss with him.

“Why no’?” he asked offended, following you into the kitchen, like a small child begging his parents to let him have his way, “What can be tha’ bad? I wouldn’t have asked any questions if yeh hadn’t been so off about it from the start”

You turned and looked at him dead in the eye, contemplating what to say next. He beat you to it.

“Is it a guy? Have you been seein’ someone?” Harry asked as he walked over to you, completely ignoring your personal space. “Is tha’ it? I don’t wanna read yeh texts, just tell me yes or no, and I’ll drop it. Promise”

You took a deep breath. “Yes, it’s a guy” you said calmly, “But we’re not seeing each other”

“Then why does he keep texting yeh like crazy?”

“Crazy…” you sighed, tapping your chin, “Good description”

“Come on, Y/n” Harry whined, tapping your shoulder as he walked past you and towards the refrigerator, “Just tell me, I’m really curious, crazy how?”

“Promise you’re not gonna freak out?” you laughed, grabbing whatever he was pulling out of the fridge and handing to you. You stopped paying attention after three cups of pudding and one bottle of wine.

“When have I ever freaked out?” he joked, mocking himself. He was usually a calm person, more composed than anyone you’ve ever met, and he less than rarely got angry. And from those times when he did lose his temper, 90% of cases were mild and he was still calmer than anyone else in that kind of situation, but that 10% left was pure terror. When his friends told you years ago that nothing’s scarier than Harry when he was truly mad, you didn’t quite believe them. You had to see for yourself to accept it. It only happened a few times in almost 5 years, but you always still did everything you could to keep him from going off again.

“Ok, so” you started speaking as you rummaged around your kitchen for bowls and glasses, “His name is Marcus and we actually met on Tinder-”

“Wait a second” he cut you off, “During the lock down?”

“Oh, no. It happened before all of this madness. Around january, I think”

It was obvious he was already bothered by how this conversation started, but he did his best to control himself so you wouldn’t decide to drop it. “Pretty serious, then, huh?” he said eventually.

“Literally the opposite” you laughed, pouring the pudding into the bowl, “We saw each other once-” and it hurt you to say the following part but you did it nonetheless, “hooked up, and didn’t talk since”

Pure annoyance was readable on his features. “Apparently haven’t talked until now?”

hi y’all! this is my very VERY late submission for @meetmeinfleetwood​ ‘s “To Lovers” challenge (thank u miss sadie for even still accepting this LOL) but here is some good ol fashioned strangers to lovers with the line, “will you stay the night?” . :D enjoy everyone!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, intoxication, smut :)

word count: ~5.2k

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WORD COUNT: 12k

warnings: smut, smoking, alcohol consumption.

thank you @harryandhockey​ and @burberryharold​ for beta-ing this baby, you guys are the sweetest angels! 

When the doorbell goes off for the third time that night, she groans and tosses the lipstick on her bed, then makes her way towards the door. Through the stained glass, she sees a tall figure and rolls her eyes.

“Look, this is the third time- oh. It’s you.”

a/n: woohoo!! finally a harry fic! lol sorry i got very into marvel these past weeks but im finally bringing you some harry content! this one was originally requested by an anon sometime and then we kept talking about it until i actually got around to write it! hopefully you’ll like it and if you do, please like and reblog!

pairing: ceo!Harry x ceo!plussize!reader

warning: sexual content

word count: 16.7k

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“Stop being such a stuck up dick, it’s your birthday, bro!”

Harry rolls his eyes at his friend who walks into his penthouse as if he owned. Niall Horan was so well-known in Harry’s building that he could have easily walked into any homes in the tower and people would still welcome him warmly. It might have a few things to do with the fact that half of the residents in the Compass Tower are women who are hopelessly in love with either Niall or Harry, hoping for a chance to drag either of them into their bed one day. They have a lot more chance to do that with the Irish bloke than with Mr. Styles. Not that Harry doesn’t find them attractive, but he is not the type to have one night stands, something his friend gives him quite a lot of shit for.

“Would you fuck off for twenty more minutes?” Harry sighs, shooting him a look as he covers the speaker of his phone, in the middle of a call.

“You have ten minutes and we are leaving. I’m not letting you work on the night of your thirtieth birthday!” Niall warns him before walking into the kitchen to roam the always full, neatly stocked fridge.

Happy Monday! I apologize for such a long wait. I hope the 17,789K words make up for the delay. If you enjoyed this, please be sure to check out my masterlist. You can also buy me a coffee on ko-fi if you’re inclined to support a broke fic writer. Thanks for reading. Looking forward to feedback! 

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He was gone.

He’d had the decency to tidy up the side of the bed where he’d slept, but that was the extent of that decency. Harry hadn’t even said goodbye.

Resolving around one o’ clock that afternoon not to dwell on his insensitivity, you successfully pitched activities in a group chat or two. Then, it was Sunday Funday. First, lunch with friends, some bowling, followed by dinner with those same friends. The night rounded off finally with board games and a couple of bottles of wine.

Between all that fun, compulsive phone checks. He hadn’t called, hadn’t sent any texts. After some internal debate, you accepted that if he wanted to reach out, he would. And if he didn’t, well…

It didn’t matter. Well, it hadn’t until you were home, showered, and in bed. Saturday night’s hushed, strained conversation after the fact replayed both nonstop and vividly.

Following closed eyes to ward off the spins while regretting that last glass of red, drifting into a restless sleep only worsened matters. Suddenly, he’d practically returned, hands roaming, soft lips grazing yours, body nestled between your thighs once again.

Forcing yourself awake, needing it to stop, you half-expected to see him there, but alas, the bed was otherwise unoccupied. Almost like he’d never been there. In a way, you sort of wished he hadn’t. Not if this was how he chose to handle things.

And you’d even believed him, took to heart what he’d said that night. Fighting the urge to send drunken, angry texts demanding an explanation, you’d eventually fallen asleep, clinging to his words, nonetheless.

A/n: hello!! I’ve been having a mad case of writers block, so @goldenbluesuit​‘s list of prompts was posted just in time! Thank you and i hope you all enjoy!! thank u @harryysstyless​ and @nationalharryleague​ for looking this over also :) Love u guyssss!

summary: newly engaged y/n and harry realize they have very different tastes in homes when they begin house hunting!!!

warnings: smut

word count: ~3.3k

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With all the joys that came with being engaged, there was a good deal of logistics that you hadn’t even thought of when you excitedly told Harry, “Duh, of course, I’ll marry you!” just four short months ago. Should you wed in the fall or wait until the spring? Outdoors or indoors? These were things that you and Harry went back and forth about most nights, cuddled in bed next to each other before drifting off to sleep.

Something you were most excited about, though, was finally owning a home with Harry. You practically lived together as it was, seeing that you were at his place most nights. Still, his home wasn’t yours—you were reminded every time you had to grab something forgotten from your apartment. Or when he was away for work and you couldn’t bear to be in his large, empty house by yourself.

So while you already knew each other’s grossest habits, (Harry loved asking you to pop his back pimples) you didn’t yet own a home together. Sadly, house hunting was turning out to be a less-than-joyous task when you and Harry were looking for completely different things.

“I jus’ think we’re cottage-style people… that’s all,“ your fiancé’s hand rests on your thigh while you wait in his car for the real estate agent to arrive. “This one’s nice, yeah, but is it who we are?”

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A/N: I’m OBSESSED with this concept…like to say it’s hot would be a complete understatement!! There’s also no real plot to this one…just some hot shit with Harry and Y/n😋😌So I hope it doesn’t suck ass and you guys actually like it…enjoy🙃

The one where Harry and Y/n have a hard time coping without one another, and Harry finally understands what it means to be a husband

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Y/n knows she’s hit rock bottom when she pours her fifth glass of whiskey at three in the morning, lighting up her seventh cigarette on her bedroom balcony, as if furthering herself away from her right state of mind will somehow bring her closer to all the answers she had been looking for.

She doesn’t even smoke.

The last time she came this close to a cigarette was five months before she found out she was pregnant with Topher. It was the third time Harry didn’t show up to marriage counseling, and Y/n was so upset and so angry and so hurt that she couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop crying until it was in her hands.

This time, though, the shaking and the crying don’t stop.

She’s sitting on one of the balcony chairs, her elbows propped up on her knees, one hand resting at the roots of her hair and the other holding her glass in her palm and her cigarette between her fingers. Her leg is bouncing and her eyes are wet, zoning herself out from the rest of the world, trying to get as far away from herself as possible.

She hasn’t seen Harry in thirteen days.

Not only has she not seen Harry, but she also hasn’t talked to Harry or had any ties left to Harry for nearly two weeks now and Y/n can barely hold herself together anymore. She’s surprised she’s even gotten this far without him.

They aren’t divorced — the papers were left on the courtroom table practically untouched, and though she hates to admit it to herself, Y/n was the first to leave them behind — but they might as well have been.