#1d!harry

She was heavily considering it, accept the fact she's pregnant and not telling the father, who will forever be her love.

Y/n and Harry met in secondary school and the relationship bloomed from there. And when the couple found out that the One direction tour was set in stone, they were scared to be apart from one another, so it was about a month after the announcement that they decided to loose their virginities to each other. Of course before this they had already done some things, they just realized that they wanted to do it, soon, before they were apart for several months.

From there they fucked like rabbits. The love shared between them, along with the knew found pleasure, fueled their excessivness. And, now that Y/n was thinking about it, it is more than likley that Harry forgot a condom some time.

"Fuck." Y/n groaned, turning around on her bed. She looked on her bedside table and saw that she had less than an hour until Harry should be back at the hotel they were sharing in central London.

She got up, grabbed her bag, and sprinted out of the hotel room. When she entered the elevator and the doors closed, the weight of what she was doing finally landed on her.

Would she tell Harry? She couldn't. Harry shouldn't be tied down like this at 18. And his carrer, taking off! He wouldn't even have time to care for a child, not the way a parent should.

A small part of her remembered the pre-x-factor days, where Harry told her he would like to be a dad. He said he wasn't ready yet, then at 16, but he wanted to help create a happy home.

But he's not ready yet, and quite frankly, neither is Y/n.

The doors open and she sprints out the hotel lobby, hood up and sun glasses so no one gets a sneaky picture of Harry Styles rumored girlfriend getting a pregnacy test.

She went to the nearest Tesco, grabbed a congradulations card along with the test just so the cashire wouldnt be as judgy.

In less then twenty mintues, she was sitting on the toilet seat, waiting for the five minutes to be up. She didn't notice the tears forming in her eyes, scared for the future. One without Harry.

"Hey babe!" Harrys voice echoed throughout the hotel room. Y/n jumped up and grabbed her test, putting it in her pocket, and grabbing her phone.

Y/n put on a smile, leaving the bathroom like she was doing the walk of shame. "Hey."

"You alright? You look teary-"

Y/n's alarm went off, making Y/n jump and rushed into her pocket to get her phone out to turn it off, but when she put the phone back in her pocket, the test fell out.

Harry and Y/n just stood there for a couple of seconds looking first at the blue test and then they met each others eyes. Y/n's had tears in them, now trickling down her face; Harry's, though, were confused. His eyebrows were scrunched and anyone could see this mind working to understand what that test is, and what it means.

Y/n raced down to get it, to know what the results were, but Harry's reflexes were quicker. He grabbed the test and saw the little screen.

"What." He paused, taking a deep breath. "What does a minus sign mean?"

Y/n started crying. Not happy tears, but not sad. Harry wrapped his arms around his love.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” Harry cooed. He tried his best to remain calm, but he saw his life flash before his eyes when he saw that stick—he couldn’t deny that he was feeling uneasy himself. “How long where you thinking that you, we, were—“

His voice trailed off, not sure if he wants to say it.

“I dunno, few days?” She guessed, sniffling a bit and clutching the test that was now in her hands. “I didn’t want to say anything…”

“You should, you always can.” Harry assured. “I mean, I can’t believe you thought you were pregnant and I just left to rehearsal like nothing was the matter!” His raised tone was at himself, angry he didn’t notice something was up.

“Don’t say that.” Y/n sighed.

They were holding each other for a bit which only ment Y/n could think of what happened in the past few minutes.

“H, can I admit something?”

Her voice was soft, more together, but still had a death grip on Harry’s arm.

“Always.”

“If the stick was positive, and I was pregnant.” She paused, not sure if she wanted to tell him. “I couldn’t…make you a father at 18.”

“Love you know I support any of your choices-“

“No, not like that.”Harry gulped, unsure of the next words out of his girlfriends mouth. “I don’t want to hold you back from who you can be. And I think this scare was a wake up call. You need to find out who you are-“

“But I do know.” Harry interrupted. “I love being with you. A baby wouldn’t change that even at 18. If I’m understanding what you’re saying, I’d look for you, and the baby.

“I am not Harry Styles without you.”

“H.” Her voice trailed off and she gave him a quick kiss before tightening their hold on one another. “Even with all it the fame?”

He sprinted through the halls, knocked on the door, than yanked into the room by the only person he would want to yank him like that.

Y/n pushed him up against the closed door and kissed him. It was definitely messy—it was pass midnight and they’ve both been working, so who could blame them—but perfect for them.

“Darling I love your lips so much but I’m so tired I’m gonna need you to carry be to the bed.” Harry begged. “Need y’a to lift me up bridal style.”

“Mm, think you’ll have to carry me—“ Harry dropped his head so it was on her shoulder, grunting slightly. “—Or we can awkwardly waddle to the bed.”

They collapsed onto the bed, held in each others arms with sleep encompassing the couple right away. Harry was bear-hugging Y/n, practically turning into a blanket with the only goal of supplying her warmth. Y/n was happily hugging and subconsciously combing his long, unruly hair while they slept.

~

The work day started at 9 am. They haven’t seen each other much, but took comfort in the fact they could at least get mindnight to 9 together. Harry was receiving his goodbye kiss soon enough, though. It wasn’t a total loss; Harry got more kisses in the shower and showed Y/n exactly how much he missed her.

Harry was adjusting his pajama shorts as he was reluctantly pushed out of her room and raced to the elevator, making sure he didn’t give a surprise show to any of the guests in the hotel. He was alone in the elevator and ran into no one as he unlocked the door to him room.

He closed the door behind him and sighed, that is until he got spooked by some familiar faces.

“You could’ve let us know you got a booty call before we decided to have a 8am meeting, Styles.” Lenard, one of the many One Direction managers, yelled.

Among him was his mates, Niall, Liam, and Louis. All had their head down and a sorry look at Harry.

“I was only gone for a night.” Harry defended. “Still in the hotel-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, boy.” The grouchy man replied. “As punishment, you are on backups for the radio performance-”

“What?!”

“You heard me.” Lenard boomed. He turned to the other singers. “Take this as a warning boys. You’re all excused.” The other boys gave a sorry look to Harry, patting his shoulder, giving a nod, but they all could see was how pissed off Harry had become.

When the door shut, and it was just the two of them, Lenard got back on his bullshit again. “If your main concern is meeting with some girl willing to put herself out-“

“That’s unfair! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry yelled back. “I am not just sleeping around, I just missed my girlfriend.”

“Oh right, your girlfriend Y/n, the one who sleeps to get roles” Lenard snickered.

“That is not true you asshole!”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Lenard spoke. Lenard knew fully well who Y/n is, she was the reason Harry wasn’t willing to go into PR relationships with other celebrities. Harry was the most marketable members of One Direction, and Lenard wanted to make sure he could do the most so he could get a raise in his salary.

“You’re more than welcome to fuck around with some other girls. That Jenner one—“

“I already said no, Lenard!” Harry seethed. “I’m sick of all your controlling nagging! I’m singing and dancing my ass off and putting all my work into this and all you can do is complain that I miss one of your surprise meetings!”

Lenard didn’t know what to say, or quite frankly, didn’t care, so he ignored Harry. “You’ll be on closer watch. I will make sure to tell security to never let you out of their sight.”

“That’s unfair-“

“Quiet or you’ll be on backups the rest of tour.” Lenard threatened.

“You can’t do that! I’m half the show!” Harry fought back. “You know the show won’t be any good if I’m on backups.”

“Just clean yourself up and wear what you are suppose to. Downstairs in thirty.”

Lenard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Not letting Harry get a word in.

~

During the whole interview, Harry had on a fake smile. He was glad Y/n taught him how to make a fake smile look more believable, because all he could see was red.

Ever since Zayn left, One direction management had tighten its claws onto the remaining members. Wanting to make the boys sign a new contract, locking in the boys practically permanently. Y/n, like always, came in a clutch when she prevented Harry from signing and got Harry to get a lawyer that wasn’t connect to 1D, providing her own. With this new lawyer, Harry was able to prevent permanent control, letting him drop when he needed; which only caused more chaos in the group.

As sad as he was for his friend for leaving the band, he understood were Zayn came from. Privacy, independence, freedom, that’s all he wanted.

“Harry you’ve been quiet here today, what’s on your mind.” The interviewer asked.

An idea came to Harry: subtly piss off management. His fake smile turned into a smirk.

“I’m thinking about a shag a recently had.” Harry replied.

“A shag?”

“A shag.” He said bluntly. “Now I got this song idea in my head.”

“How interesting.” The interviewing commented, trying to find an interesting yet pg way to spin this, yet all Harry could focus on was the middle aged men in suits on the other side of glass, all glaring at Harry, roaring up to end this.

“Anyone in particular?”

“According to public opinion, I can only ever write songs about one girl, so everyone can go figure who I’d sleep with.”

One of the managers banged on the window. Everyone looked up as he made a wrapping up sign with his hand. Harry smiled, proud of himself.

“Well, that’s One Direction for you folks…”

~

“That bloody fucker—“

“Hey, hey, hey.” One of the other managers, an older rich guy by the name of Vincent—the most tolerable out of the bunch, calmed Lenard down.

“He just ruined that interview! We’re going to have a weeks worth of bad press!”

“I already contacted them and they agreed to cuts Harry’s part…”

The voices trailed off as Harry snuck out of the group and into an elevator at the hotel, he made eye contact with one of the members of security but the man, Paul, had a soft spot for young love and simply looked away.

Harry pressed button twenty and the doors quickly shut, the elevator starting its climb to the high floor. He raced to Y/n’s room as the doors opened and rapidly knocked on her door.

“It’s me!” He yelled, knowing a crazy fan would knock the same way he was.

The door swung open and Y/n was met with a sad tall man, so genuinely looked like he needed a hug.

“Harry?” She ushered him inside, locking the door and pulling him in for a hug. “What happened?”

“Management.” Harry sighed. “I got yelled at for not being in my room because apparently there was an impromptu meeting this morning. Then I kinda implied we were together to stick it to him during the interview and said i was writing a song about us having sex and now he’s pissed and I’m so so sorry.”

Y/n broke apart from Harry’s tight hug, pulling back to get a look at the man, once boy, that was apologizing for standing up for himself. She couldn’t believe it. Against Lenard too, which makes Harry’s actions much more valid.

She stroked his cheek, looking into his green eyes that had a tinge of red from tears of anger forming in his eyes. “Hey if it’s to stick it to that Lenard then I’ll release our sex tape if it mean he’d quit and leave us alone.” Y/n joked, causing Harry to let out a much needed sigh of laughter.

“He’d probably drop me after that.”

“Yeah but he’d be jealous.” Harry smiled again, looking at the love of his life. He hand traced her jaw, and thumb traced her lip.

Harry nodded agreeing with the plan, until his face quickly went sour. “But my mum would kill me—god.” Y/n giggled as Harry look deeply annoyed.

“I think it’s time.” Harry’s decided, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think I’ll bring it up with the others.”

“Really?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah. Lenard has already threatened to make me back up and he said some stuff about you-“ He took a deep breath. “I think I could do better on my own, with my own team. People who don’t care if I sleep with you, or sing about sex.” Harry chuckled, leaning into the fantasy.

“Oh yeah? And how would this sex song go?”

“Hmm.” Harry thought, before singing a jingle of a tune. “I just want to taste it.”

“Haha. You’re funny.” She chided. “Remember to never let your dick do the writing here.”

“Maybe writing about sex is a bit too much. Even for me.” Harry thought. “He would make it way to rude for public radio.”

“He?”

“Yeah my dick, Ed.” Harry teased. “You want to meet him again?”

“Wait Ed like Edward, your middle name?”

“Yeah and Ward is the name of my bonus nipple—“

“I think it’s time for bed.” Y/n interrupted. “You need sleep.”

Harry nodded and followed her lead, stripping himself until he was left in his boxers and she was in her bra and panties. Sex definitely was not on the menu tonight, but they both were a sucker to intimacy and body warmth.

“I’m flying out tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t remind me.” Harry groaned.

“I was thinking, you come with me.” Y/n asked.

“You mean I should skip interviews tomorrow?”

“You have sick days you’re entitled to.” Y/n reminded him, booping his nose. “They can’t sue you for catching a cold. And you definitely look sick in my expert opinion.”

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Harry snuggled closer. “Where are we going then?”

“Plane goes to England. Maybe see your mum and then leave to Italy?”

“That sounds so perfect.” Harry sighed, knowing that honestly sounds amazing. “I love you.” He kissed her face, sprinkling them all over her face. “So much.”

“I already said I love you. Don’t make me regret that." Y/n said, sleep taking over her voice. “Goodnight Harry.”

Harry nearly fainted when his managers told him they were preforming with her; he also didn’t hesitate to go to dance rehearsals when asked too. He needed to make sure his performance was flawless but also needed to work up his abs—and by work up he means create.

This afternoon though, will be the first time him and be the rest of the band meet Y/n. Harry new he had some competition over winning the stars heart; both Zayn and Louis were trying suspiciously hard during rehearsal to outshine one another, and Harry hated every moment of it.

Soon enough though, they were out of the showers and changing into more professional clothing to meet the singer. Harry was tapping his foot, rehearsing how he was going to introduce himself and win over the girl.

“You ready?”

“Huh?”

Niall chuckled and wrapped his arm around Harry as they walked down the long hall. “You’re going to meet your celebrity crush! Big day for you.”

“I don’t have a celebrity crush-“

“Everyone has a celebrity crush. Mine in Selena Gomez.” Niall chided. “I think Zayn likes one of that Hadid girls, Liam likes Miley Cyrus, and Louis likes any celebrity that people say are nice—which I think is a good thing honestly.”

“How’d you know that then.” Harry sighed.

“You remember in X-factor days, those stair videos we did?” Harry nodded. “Someone asked who our celebrity crushes were, and I think yours is the only one that hasn’t changed.

Harry shook his head, ignoring and hoping that Niall is the only one stupid enough to remember whatever video. “But you saw Zayn and Louis in practice today? They were trying much more than normal, no way they don’t have a crush.”

Niall shrugged his shoulders. “She’s hot. Of course they do. I mean, if she talks to me and is nice I might.”

Harry shoved Niall off of him and groaned, speed walking away from his friend and trying to catch up to the rest of the boys.

“Wait up you dolt.” Niall yelled. “Don’t be stupid, I follow the girl code—I won’t date, flirt, or fuck your crush—and the bro code—I will hype you up. Scouts honor.”

Harry sighed. He was grateful for Niall’s help, really; but sometimes it gets a little carried away with matters of the heart.

“Hurry up ya pussys!” Liam shouted from the elevator, holding the door open for the boys. He got a smack from the manager, John, who gave him a stern glare for his word choice.

Harry and Niall got into the cramped elevator and watched as the doors closed. Harry watched the red numbers go up, slowly yet not stopping. He started worrying as he got higher and higher, it was less than five minutes until he meets his crush—he shivered at the thought.

The doors chimed and then opened. The boys pushed each other out, Zayn, Louis, and it seems now Liam were all extra eager to meet Y/n. John walked slowly behind the group, typing away on his phone.

The say the assistant who stood up when the men entered and made a gesture for them to follow her. She knocked on the door. “Y/n you’ve got your entourage here.”

“Entourage-“ Liam questioned, before the door swung open.

Y/n glanced over the boys, giving them a once-over, and then opened the door fully to let them in. “It’s nice to meet you all!” She chided, flashing a quick smile. “Come in! Come in!”

The women turned around and sat at the other end of a long table, filled with mood-boards, pictures, and tons and tons of sheet-filled binders. The rest of them joined on the opposite side. Harry didn’t miss the glance Y/n sent him, it wasn’t as confused as the last time though, it was more…curious.

Harry ignored that thought. He’s just being delusional.

“Alright so one-direction I can’t wait to preform with you all this weekend.” Y/n’s assistant handed her a clipboard, and she flicked through the pages. “I see the songs you want to preform, and I must admit, I’m not hugely familiar with your work and would like to go over them.” Her manager nudged her. “Sorry.” She sighed, clearing her throat. “I’d like to get to know all of you foremost.”

Harry blinked, but Liam didn’t. “My names Liam, huge fan of your work—both music and film. I sing, dance, date, you name it!”

“Alright nice to meet you-“

“I’m Louis. Raised in Doncaster. And I like your work too, especially that one song on your last album—the one that goes like “why not me la la—“

“Would it surprise you if I told you he’s a singer too.” Zayn smirked, hand on Louis’ shoulder to get him to stop. “I’m Zayn, and to make the rest quick that’s Niall and the one on the end is Harry.”

“Hello.”

“Hey.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you all. And I’m Y/n and quite frankly I’m ready to get to work.” The boys nodded in agreement, a little afraid. “So...Story of My Life.”

~

“Y/n how was it preparing for this event with a group of boys? Annoying I bet.” The interviewer asked.

Y/n and the boys were in their stage outfits, less then an hour left until their due on stage. Harry had on his black skinny jeans, and a grey tang top, his tattoos on display—trying to go for the edgy, bad-boy look. Y/n had on black baggie jeans and a tight, cropped bra-like shirt to match. Harry liked how they looked coordinated.

“It’s been a trip, honestly.” Y/n laughed. “I didn’t know much about one direction, but I like to think that that I’ve made some friends.” Y/n giggled as she pulled in Harry, her arm around his neck. Harry was quite shocked, first of all, he wasn’t apart of the interview, and second of all, she considered him a friend!

“Can you confirm Styles?”

“Oh yeah. We’re best friends at this point.” He delivered his million dollar smile (with a hint of desperation in there) and felt the heat from his blush on his cheeks rise up. “Nice break from those losers back there.” Harry pointed to the boys behind him, shooting the shit and trying to look better.

“How cute you two look! All matching! Was this on purpose?”

“Uhh.” Harry didn’t know what to say. Luckily Y/n saved him.

“Of course! Gotta have the main attractions coordinating!” She joked, leaning into Harry’s chest.

“How cute of a couple!” Harry’s jaw dropped and could feel Y/n freeze. “I’ve got the others to interview! Good luck!”

~~

How Harry got through the performance will forever be a mystery. How he will face Y/n again is an even bigger mystery.

After the interviews went on, more and more people questioned or reminded him of his relationship status with the star. He couldn't even get much of a break after the show because they swung into even more interviews, some better than others though.

Y/n acted odd though. Harry thought back to different relationships he has had with women he was friends with, none were this close to him, sometimes the hug here and there but never hand holding or arm around the neck constantly. Harry was getting mixed signals and was scared he was misinterpreting Y/n's actions. But the public eye, and his band mates, were always around watching him so it's not like much could be said without fear of someone knowing.

"Alright, I think that wraps up this interview. Next in two." Some manager said.

"Hey." Y/n whispered. Harry glanced around him, no one was near; the other boys sat on a separate couch from him and Y/n, and no praying ears were about.

"What?" Thats how you flirt Harry? Come on.

Y/n smiled though. "I just wanted to say I liked hanging out with you today."

"Really?"

"I wanted to know if you could hang out again, but without everyone else?"

"Like a date?" Harry gasped, voice not even a whisper.

"Yeah? If thats alright?" Y/n asked, looking at the dreamed out Harry who was rapidly blushing. "H?"

"Get ready boys!" ... "And Y/n."

"H were are almost live." Y/n reminded him, fixing herself up and then him. "Wanna answer?"

"Good afternoon-"

"Yes." Harry interrupted the interviewer, looking over at shocked Y/n. "Of course! I know this great place off of some road-"

Harry got knocked with a pillow by Niall, who gave him a rude look.

"Anything you wanna share mate?" The interviewer asked.

Harry smiled, finally looking where he should of been all this time, instead of the girl next to him. He nodded his head, held up high and straightened his shirt.

Her tipsy brain didn’t think that much of the request, or that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to hold onto a hot wand that could seriously injure someone, more specifically burn him. But, nevertheless, the door shut behind her as she relocked the already weak lock. “Sure.”

The already curly-headed boy handed her the iron. First, she actually plugged the device in and got one of the combs from the drawer. She prepped his hair while the curling iron heated up, running her hands and comb through his hair made him feel like he was on some special high–her high. 

She soon started and curled a piece of hair, followed by another. “Thanks for doing this.” He mumbled, now sipping his cup filled with tapwater. 

“No problem.” She told him. Her voice was soothing, it made him sleepy but he had to fight through the tiredness. “Needed to avoid someone anyway.”

“‘m Harry, by the way.” He turned around and she removed the curling iron so he was now facing her and held out his hand.

“Y/n.” She smiled and shook his hand. He turned back around and looked at them together in the reflection, he liked what he saw. He sneakily took out his phone and took a photo and inspected it. He showed it to her and she smiled, “cute.”

He nodded in agreement and put his phone back in his back pocket. “Pretty.” He did a quick inhale and met your gaze back in the mirror, a smile creeping back on his face that he quickly got under control. “Who you running from, love?”

“Ugh, my co-star. Plays a clingy bastard on screen and is actually one in real life.” she sighed. “Your hair’s curled.”

He shook his head and she ran her fingers through his hair again, separating the curls and making his hair a bit frizzy. His hair was also fried at the ends, she may have gotten a little too distracted while the wand was in his hair. “Thanks.” He turned to face Y/n and held her hands, staring deep into her eyes. 

“You’re the boyband guy, right?” You asked. “Harry as in Harry Style?”

“Styles but yeah.” He laughed. “And your Hunger Games girl, right? Y/n Y/L/N?”

“Yup.”

“And your co-star would be…Peta?” He tried. 

“Gale actually.” She corrected, then corrected herself. “Actually Liam Hemsworth.”

“Thor?!” He almost shouted. “Thor wants you?”

“No, that's Chris Hemsworth.” She smiled back at him. He stood up instead of kneeling at the ground, he came to be about just under six foot, but with his crazed hair he could possibly be a little taller. “My friend invited me and hyped up this party saying it was totally worth the two hour drive and then annoyingly ditched me and left me to fend for myself and to avoid Liam's obnoxiousness who, for some reason, is here also.”

“Sounds as annoying as our Liam.” Harry mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’m just sorry about that, love.” He hesitantly hugged her, after her approval of course, Harry may still have a little alcohol in his system but he’s still a gentleman. He bear-hugged Y/n when he got the all-clear, loving the way she felt. She was on the colder side, while Harry always struggled with being too warm; it felt heavenly. 

“It’s fine. I’m not working with him now, though.” She mumbled into his side. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and he smelt so nice, so calming. She heard him yawn and proceeded to almost yawn herself. “You tired?”

“Yeah.” He mumbled, he leaned his head into neck. He could smell the faintest bit of floral perfume that was mixed with what smelt like vodka from the party, it was an odd combination but she somehow pulled it off, even if she didn’t mean to smell like the drink. “That bathtub is looking so comfy right now.”

She laughed and it was beautiful enough that Harry wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life. He soon joined in with her laughter as she looked behind her and in the little extension of the bathroom saw the bathtub empty. 

“It really does.”

Maybe it was her tipsy brain that made her feel this giddy, or maybe it was Harry--she liked to think it was her last vodka shot but deep down knew it was the curly headed man she just met--but napping in a bathtub seemed really nice right now.

“Well then,” Harry reluctantly unwrapped his arms from her and gestured to the bathtub. “After you m’lady.”

She giggled and used his open hand to get in and was followed soon by Harry. “Are you cool with this?”

She softly hummed. “Yup.”

They got comfy surprisingly quickly for laying in the hard plastic bathtub. Giggles filling the room with soft sighs. Y/n was slightly leaning on her side while Harry was half laying on top of her–the tub was small so it was the only way for him to find comfort, but Y/n didn’t mind.

They talked and made incoherent sentences as they laid there, completely enamored with the other and finding the other irresistible. They hadn’t had a drink in what felt like hours–but couldn't have been more than maybe thirty minutes, the loud music and party going on outside wasn’t quieting down through the thin walls–but they were getting drunk on each other. Harry thought about her energy, her personality, just her. He swears he can see some sort of aura around her, a champagne color with a hint of light pink mixed in; it seemed so relaxing for him, just to be soothed by the women beside him.

“Could you do me one last favor?” He mumbled into her neck. His left hand was politely caressing her waist, no intention of anything sexual, just trying to ease her to sleep. 

“Mhm.”

“Could you scratch my head?” He sheepishly asked. Tipsy Harry was a clingy Harry, but Y/n found it cute. “Like when you were doing my hair?”

“Napping and head scratches?” She placed her free hand that wasn’t stuck under him to his head. “Might as well be fucking.”

“Bit to tired for that, love.” He smiled and leaned more into her as he started running her fingers through his hair, getting a bit too accustomed to this. But he was making it up to her–at least, making it up to her as much as he could without moving too much. “Do you like when my hand is on your waist?”

“It’s really relaxing.” She confessed, yawning first now that was then reciprocated by Harry. “Might just fall asleep.”

“Me too.”

And fall asleep they did. 

Harry found Y/n’s heartbeat to be his lullaby. It was comforting just knowing that he had someone there, someone who at least kind of cares for him. He found that even in his dreams that the one coherent thing was her; whether it was her face, her personality, or that laugh. 

In the other world, the party was still raging but definitely with less people. Harry’s bandmates were happily partying except Zayn, who switched to water about an hour ago when a headache was creeping up on him. He didn’t want to deal with drunk Liam, Niall, and Louis, but he knew as the one with the most common sense—at this moment—he had to find his most likely drunk friend who seemed to have wandered off and was nowhere to be found. 

“Hey dude have you seen a girl named Y/n?” A tall man asked Zayn. “I’ve been looking for h—“

“I’m sorry dude but I’m looking for my own drunk friend and I really can’t help you right now.” Zayn sighed, and pushed off the stranger. “Maybe check with security on the bottom floor.”

The tall man scoffed and left Zayn alone. He felt bad, but was more concerned with kicking himself for letting Harry loose. If he ever finds this Y/n he would make sure to send her his way. 

“Harry, where are you?” He said to himself in a very sing-songy voice. He checked the closet and all of the rooms and after being scarred enough, he finally thought to check the bathroom. 

He opened the door, the lock had seemed a tad bit broken but pushed it open so he could get a good look. 

“Look what we have here.” He smiles when he sees Harry hugging a girl while they're both asleep. He takes a photo—definitely using it to blackmail Harry in the future, no way he’d want a photo of him cuddling into a girl practically drooling out on the internet–then puts his phone back to deal with the task at hand.

“Hey, man.” Zayn shakes Harry and he shoots up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “You used a condom, right?” Zayn jokes.

When Harry doesn’t change his face Zayn repeats himself. “You used a condom, right?” 

“We didn’t have sex.” Harry says when he comes together and soon he tries to wake the girl softly, and when she still wouldn’t wake he used a bit more extreme method of shaking. 

She groans and pushes Harry’s hands off of her, rolling over. “Let me sleep.”

Harry smiles and shakes her again, more gently this time. “You need to get home; which I actually don’t the where is—“

“I’m not on…set.” She opened her eyes and slowly took in her surroundings. She looked over to Harry and the memories start flooding back. “What time is it?” 

Harry looked over to Zayn as Zayn pulled out his phone. “‘Bout five AM.”

“Fuck, I need to leave.” She pushed herself up with Harry following. He held her hand as she got out of the bathtub. 

“Love, do you have a ride?” Harry asks sweetly. She pauses for a moment before getting her phone from her bag and sighing. 

“No, my friend took me and she ditched me.” Harry’s heart broke, how could anyone want to leave her? 

“I can get one of the personal drivers to take you to…”

“The set for Les Mis.” She finished for him. “It’s about a two hour's drive from here though, you guys need to get home.”

“No, I’ll go with you to make sure you get home okay. Zayn will go with the others to make sure they’re okay.” Harry looked back to Zayn and gave him a look that said don’t fuck me over which Zayn definitely got. 

“Yeah, Manny won’t mind the drive out there and I need to make sure that the other boys won’t pass out or die.” Zayn follows and Harry smiles, then turns to her. 

“I get if you’re uncomfortable, so the choice is yours. I don’t want to pressure you to do anything, Y/n.”

“You’re Y/n?” Zayn asks, voice raised. “Your friend was looking for you, tall, scary eyes.” 

“Ugh, that would be my Liam.” She groaned. “I’ll take that ride Harry.”

“Great!” Harry cheers, a little too loudly but is too happy to spend another hour with her to care. “If you would follow me.”

Y/n follows Harry out while Harry calls who she presumes is Manny, and soon enough a large car enters. She takes a quick picture of the card license plate and gets in the car with Harry. 

“What that’s for.” He asks. 

“In case you kidnap me.” She responds, sending the picture to her more reliable friend then the one she went to the party with. 

“Harry said you need to be dropped off a ways?” The driver, Manny, asked. 

“Yeah in Northampshire.” She tells him. “Here.” She gets up and shows the address on her phone to him and he simply nods. She sighs as she sits down, looking at Harry who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her. 

“Thanks for this.” She tells him, her hand touching his arm and squeezing softly. 

He blushes. “It’s nothing really. It’s the least I could do for curling my hair.”

“Your already curly hair, you mean?” She giggles. “I might have fried it so use lots of conditioner.” She ruffles his hair and he embarrassingly laughs. 

“If anyone could’ve curled my hair while drunk, I’m glad it was you.” He tells her, and she could easily feel the heat rise to her cheeks. As silly as it was, she felt flattered.

They got into a comfortable conversation, talking and venting about anything and everything. Y/n talked about promoting Hunger Games while filming Les Miserable, and her experiences. Harry talked about One Direction, touring and opening for Big Time Rush and recording their new album that’s in the works. 

They started talking about things more personally soon too. Harry talked about his mum and sister, hyping them up greatly and saying how much Y/n would love them. Y/n didn’t mention family too much though , more so talking about her dog, Marmalade, and cat, Sugar, that were her little babies. 

Before they knew it they arrived outside the gates for filming. Harry was sad that the hours went away so quickly, but was glad she wasn’t too late that she would get in trouble. 

“Can I get your number?” Harry sheepishly asked. “I really want to keep talking to you—“

“Yeah, give me your phone.” She happily responded and Harry hastily handed the phone over to her. She put in her information and wrote her name.

“Thanks so much, Harry. Seriously.” She kissed his cheek and hopped out the door, leaving a dumbfounded Harry in his seat. “Text me.”

She slammed the door shut and Harry’s mouth was open, holding his phone like his life depended on it—and to be fair, it pretty much did, he wasn’t sure if he could go through life without her. But he didn’t notice that he was gripping the phone so tight, he accidentally clicked on instagram, and in some weird twist of fate, posted the photo of them together on his very public account. 

The black car divider slowly went down and Harry’s eyes met with Manny’s. He had a smirk on his face that made Harry blush. “Does Harry Styles have a crush?”

He knocked on the door three times–maybe he should’ve only done two. Was three too aggressive? He heard a couple of yaps from the inside then the twisting of the door handle, then was soon greeted by a lovely face.

“Hey Harry, come in!” Y/n was leaning against the door, but leg stuck out trying to keep a little furball out of the way. “Marney.” Y/n sighed as she scooped up the dog and ushered Harry inside, closing the door behind him. 

“These are for you.” Harry handed the flowers to her, then immediately regretted the action when he realized she was still holding her dog. “W-where should I put these?”

“I'll take them if you don’t mind being sniffed at by Marmalade.” She smiled and it caused Harry to smile too and hastily nod his head. “You’ve been warned.” Y/n mumbled, setting Marmalade down while taking the roses from Harry. “They’re lovely, thank you.”

Harry didn’t hear her over the tickling of Marmalade’s fur and whiskers on the little sliver of skin shown, he reached down and let Marney sniff his hand and then started licking it like crazy. During that time Y/n managed to fill up a glass vase and place the roses in there. 

“You can take off your shoes and put them near the door and you can wash your hands in the kitchen sink.” She told him, causing Harry to look up at her and follow her to the kitchen. It was an open floor plan so he was never left alone, the flat was quite spacious and he liked how the kitchen and living room flowed nicely with each other, he also liked the little dog and cat set up in the living room. 

“Sorry baby.” Harry scratched behind the dog's ears. “We’ll snuggle later.”

“Talking with Marmalade already?” Harry heard Y/n tease. 

“Lovely girl to talk to.” Harry reponds, finishing taking off his shoes and walking over to where he heard Y/n’s voice come from. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Oh?” She chuckles, going over to the oven and pulling out a rack of pastries. “These are the pain au chocolat, or the chocolate croissants, I find they go really well with hot chocolate.”

“Wow, they smell amazing.” Y/n nodded in agreement, clearly proud of the sweet treats. “You speak french? Or are you just a foodie?”

She laughed as she carefully put two croissants on their own plate, then served the hot chocolate. “I’d hardly call that french.” She mumbled, distracted by the task at hand. “But to answer your question, yeah, I’m fairly fluent.”

“Wow, that’s impressive–thank you.” He eagerly accepted the cup and plate as she guided him to the living room. “How come?”

“My aunt lived in Brussels, Belgium. So to get away she invited me to spend my summers with her.” She had a sad smile on her face as she sat down on the couch and passed. “She passed the summer before I landed Katniss, so I promised myself I would keep up my french in honor of her.”

Harry absorbed this information as he took a bite of the treat and let out a happy moan. Y/n laughed again–which Harry would never be opposed to. “She taught me how to cook too.”

“Wish I could’ve met her, she sounded like an amazing woman.” Harry tentatively put a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

“She would’ve loved you.”

“Really?” Harry questioned, and she once again nodded her head. “If you don’t mind me asking–you said to get away…”

“You know parents–they're just so overbearing.” She told him quickly. “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?”

Harry stared at Y/n, not answering her question and just thinking about her. He didn’t want to push her for information, but he somehow wants to let her know that she can talk to her about everything–because he doubts that was the end of it.

“What are you not a rom-com guy?” She tried again, snapping Harry from his thoughts and cracking a smile. 

“Isn’t that kind of romantic?” He sighed, taking another big bite of the pastry. “More of a date thing, don’t you think?”

“Maybe we turn this into a date.” She shrugged. “Just for the movie of course.” She leaned a little closer to Harry and he did the same–they were sharing the blanket so she could feel his legs shaking with nerves.

Harry smirked. “I’d like that.”

They smiled before she went to look at the TV, “So what should we watch–”

“Wait this is a date right?” He interrupted. “I-I just don’t want to get the wrong idea.”

She looked at him, their faces close, very close–not that he’s complaining. Harry thinks he’s never been this close to a woman before, and suddenly his sweats are starting to come back. She leans in a little, then somehow Harry closes the small gap between them and their lips touch and turn into a kiss.

It’s nothing adventurous, not yet at least, because soon she grips the side of his jaw to finish off the kiss.  

She lets her figure tips ghost over from his forehead to his jaw line before speaking. “I think it's a really good date, actually.” She smiled before turning back to the TV. “Legally Blonde?”

“Legally blonde.” Honestly, Y/n would say that Harry needed a lobotomy and he would probably agree. He was in pure and utter shock; he didn't even realize her head on his shoulder until he tried to lift up his arm to finish off the croissant. But when he did he figured the croissant could wait for later, he instead leaned his head on her’s.

The next hour was heaven in Harry’s eyes. Marmalade at some point wandered into the room and jumped onto Y/n’s lap. And when there's one, the other is normally not that far behind. While Elle is in her law class, Sugar surprises Harry by jumping right onto his crotch. The cat purrs and Harry smiles through the discomfort and scratches behind his ears. 

“Sugar normally doesn’t like men.” Y/n comments.

“Isn’t Sugar a guy?”

“I think even since I got him neutered he’s been a little confused.” She shrugged. “And the vet was also a guy so I think he just has trust issues now with men, other than you I guess.”

“That’s…interesting.”

“Shut up, don’t make fun of my baby.” She leaned over to give the cat a kiss on the top of the head. 

Harry was feeling bold now. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Hmm, that depends.” She jokes.

“Depends on what?”

“Well, it depends on if you like how this date is going.”

“I think it’s going great.” Harry admits.

“Oh yeah?” She chuckled. “How great are we talking?”

“Great enough that I want to ask you to be your boyfriend.” He grinned, proud of himself for being a bit bold. 

“That's a coincidence.” She chimed. “Because I want to be your girlfriend.” Harry smiled and looked back at her, he honestly didn’t know what to do with himself. “You want to know what girlfriends and boyfriends do?”

“What?”

“They kiss.”

She closed the gap between them and they kissed. The kiss could only be described by Harry as being more full then the previous kiss. There was tongue now–which he definitely liked–but also more touching, and specifically, her touching him more.

Sugar and Marmalade had left for their own beds well well before this but neither were brave enough to move. But with the kiss quickly escalating they twisted themselves to lean more into each other, making it easier for their hands to have access to their faces and bodies.

Harry never really expected this when he went into that elevator, but he’s not complaining. Her hand now left his jaw and trailed her fingers down his chest but her mouth left his and Harry let out a pathetic whine that definitely turned into a moan as she started trailing kisses along his jaw then let her eyes meet hers. 

“Hey, um–I don’t want to do anything you're uncomfortable with…” Her voice trailed off causing Harry’s mind to go a mile a minute. If anything, he would be the one making her uncomfortable. Harry is horny, and when Harry get’s horny, something hard gets in the way, and he’s about a hundred percent sure that it is definitely making her uncomfortable. 

“But I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to my bedroom?”

Harry’s jaw dropped before he could collect himself and start nodding like a madman, he didn’t think he would be able to say anything audible right now--that wasn't a moan at least. She kissed him as they stood up, and he kissed back, hard. They smiled into this kiss as Y/n walked backwards towards a corridor with a single flight of stairs that led upstairs to her bedroom. Harry honestly couldn't see what was there and he couldn’t care less–once his lips were back on hers, everything felt insignificant.

She walked him to her bed, Harry falling down pulling her with him. His hands wander to her chest while hers tugs on his shirt.

“Fuck.” Harry moans when his lips detached from Y/n’s. He quickly sits up to tug his shirt off from his body then mumbled, “your turn.”

She smiled and happily removed her shirt, leaving only a bra that made Harry’s mouth water. “Better?” Y/n smirks.

“Much.” Is all Harry can say before he starts kissing down her jaw, just like she did before, then moves on to her neck and then down to her chest. “Is this okay?”

“Let me just..” She unhooked her bra and flung it somewhere else in the room. His eyes widened and he gulped. “You good?”

“Fuck yeah.” He picked up where he left off, kissing down one breast while the other was in his hands. He gave an experimental kiss to the nipple, hearing a happy sigh from the woman he decided to lick, then suck. 

“Fuck, Harry.” Her hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging at the mop of curls. She pulled him away, before moving so she was against pillows, Harry following her.  She smiled, loving the way Harry’s body felt against hers–even though he was in his skinny jeans and she was in her pants. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to go to the Sydney show.” She said in between kisses. “Think you could give me a show now?”

“I don’t think I want to sing now–” Harry met her gaze, then quickly realized. “You mean strip?” She laughed at Harry’s cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Harry had no idea how to make taking off skinny jeans sexy. It’s just not. He didn’t think he’d make it this far with her, but if he knew it’s not like he has any other pants to wear that aren’t his old pajamas.

He sat up on his knees and tried to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the floor before attacking the button and zipper. He tried to shimmy out of his jeans in a respectable way but when he looked up at Y/n and saw that she was biting her lip, holding back a laugh.

“Stop laughing!”

“Am not!” She giggled. “You look so hot right now. I’m soaking.” Harry didn’t appreciate the sarcasm. 

“That would sound hot if you weren’t just laughing at me.” He whined. Y/n smiled as she–in a not pathetic way–took off her pants, then grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him down so his body was up against hers and his fingers were touching her core. 

“You look so hot right now.” She whispered in his ear. “I’m soaking.”

Harry wasn’t even being touched but moaned. “C-can I take these off?” His voice is croaky, barley above a whisper. His figures playing with the lace of her panties. 

“Take ‘em off love.” Harry smiled at not only the nickname, but seeing those panties on her floor.  He nearly ripped them off with his eagerness–maybe one day he could actually do just that, but another time. 

“Can I go down on you?” He asked, his voice was more confident this time, smiling like crazy. He has always thought that eating out a women was one of the hottest things that could happen in his sex life–and honestly one of the hottest things that could happen in porn too. 

“Fuck yes.” Harry got down and was face to face–or face to pussy–and took a bold lick. “Fuck, Harry more.” Y/n’s hands were tangled in Harry’s hands once again and the tension grew tighter on his skin as Harry got more confident and started to really eat her out. 

Y/n felt as though she was on fire, she knew the pleasure that could come from masterbation but it was a completely different pleasure when someone else was doing all of the work, especially with his tongue. He would occasionally stop and nibble at her thighs, not hard enough to leave a hickey, but enough to leave the sting of his love bite too. 

While eating her out, Harry fell in love with oral sex. Something about it made him feel all hot–and it didn’t hurt that everytime Y/n thighs would squeeze around him that he could feel all the blood from his head go straight to his dick. He grinded his cock on the bed in a feeble attempt to get off, but he could only go so far and get so close to his release. He only had boxers on right now, and he so badly wanted them off, but he soon realized that if he were to cum from eating out Y/n, it would probably not be the best for his ego. 

“Harry, fuck, Harry.” She moaned, her voice closer and closer to being inaudible. Harry stopped and looked up towards her, removing his mouth from her pussy. She looked amazing, sweat glistening from her face and on her boobs. Harry, though had a thin strand of her juices and spit on his lips, spoke softly to her. “I want you inside me.”

“I want to be inside of you so bad.” Harry got up and kissed her, touching her breasts while her hands trailed down his chest and onto his waist where the band of his boxers laid. She slowly took them off, almost as if she wanted Harry to feel this torture that was teasing, but they soon were thrown on the floor with the rest of their clothing. 

They stared at each other, both naked and so loving. Harry’s eyes scanned over her body, stopping a bit longer at her breasts but then continued down. Y/n looked down from Harry’s hair down to his cock. She first saw the star tattoo on his bicep, she liked it and thought it was cute. But her eyes landed on something more exciting–his dick. 

But then she remembered. 

“Condoms.” She said, looking at Harry with almost a hurt expression. 

“Fuck, I might have one.” Harry stumbled up and went to find his pants. A little while ago, someone jokingly put a condom in Harry’s wallet to embarrass him–long story–and he doesn’t think he took it out. “Do you see where my jeans are?”

“Uh, right by my bra. Other side.” She told him, anxiously waiting while also a tad cold. 

“Thanks.” Harry would put his jeans and the wallet inside. The moment of truth is when he opened it and luckily found an unopened condom. He joined Y/n on the bed and gave her a kiss. He tried to open the condom wrapper but his hands were too sweaty to do so.

“Here.” She took the condom from him and easily ripped the condom and handed it back to him and fuck, he nearly busted right there. Harry took the condom and carefully rolled it onto his dick–his dick that looked absolutely jaw dropping. 

“A-are.” Harry cleared his throat. “Are you ready?”

She nodded her head. “Yes.” Then Y/n looked back at him. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Harry smiled and then when he put his tip in his entrance he was fucked–literally. They’ve both never felt greater pleasure then when Harry slowly put the rest of his cock in her pussy. 

“Fuck, Harry, feel so good.” She moaned when he was fully in her. Harry wanted to moan but he couldn’t even think–he just felt, and all he felt was pleasure.

“Can, can I move?” Harry asked, practically begging. She nodded and he started to experimentally move in and out. He started moaning–loud–and cursing under his breath. “You’re so tight, fuck.”

One arm was holding himself up, the other was touching her breast while he kissed her passionately. She arched her back which made their chests touch, causing his hand to slip out and go down to her clit. He knew she was close–fuck he was really close–so he knew to push her over the edge: he had to rub her clit. 

"Fuck, Har!" She whined, kissing more feverishly to Harry.

“I’m really close.” Harry told her. “Want you to come before me.”

“Close, just don’t stop, don’t stop–” With a couple more thrusts she clenched around Harry, moaning as her orgasam washed over her. Feeling her death grip on his cock, and hearing her moans, Harry released into the condom. 

“Holy fuck!” Harry collapsed onto Y/n, not yet moving from being inside of her. “That, that was…”

“Amazing?” 

“Better than amazing.” Harry happily sighed. But, she needed to burst to bubble.

“I need to clean up. Can you…” Harry groaned but reluctantly agreed and pulled out, and fuck did it sting. Y/n got up and stood on her legs, a bit light headed but went on to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. 

She closed the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She was happy—she now has a boyfriend that is the sweetest person ever, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all going too fast. Harry was her first official boyfriend, and is the person she lost her virginity to, she doesn’t regret that, but it was weird opening up to someone that she’s known for only five months which is an extremely small time considering she met her one other friend when they were in primary school. 

Y/n just doesn’t want to get ahead of herself. But it was a foreign yet welcomed sensation that she could have intimacy with someone like this, not just sex but emotional intimacy.  

Harry on the other hand felt like he just had an edible. He felt floaty, happy, and really down to earth. It took him a moment to realize that he needed to get his act together and he better take the condom off and throw it away; which he did, but not without his hands shaking. 

Today went better than Harry ever could have expected—better than any porn he watched too. The first starters got a girlfriend, which deserves a whole night of celebration; secondly, he lost his virginity, another reason to celebrate. The singer couldn’t feel any better, although he did miss Y/n next to him. He really appreciated the intimacy during sex, which he never really considered until in the moment, but it also caused him to crave her more. 

She wouldn't kick him out now that they had sex, thought, right? She wouldn't say 'thanks for the fuck now leave', would she? Harry stood awkwardly in the room trying to figure out his next step.

Y/n walked back into the room, she felt a bit out of place, unsure of what her next move should be. Her arms wrapped around herself, covering her chest and trying to even her breathing. 

“So…”

“So.” Harry looked around, doubt starting to cloud him. “Do you want me to leave?” He looked down and started looking for his boxers.

“No! Not, unless you need to go.” She didn’t want to feel like he was stuck, staying here with her. But Harry smiled, glad she wanted him to stay. 

“I’d like to stay.” Harry laid back down onto the bed, before realizing. “I-I’ll get some clothes.”

“It’s fine. Scooch. I like left side.” Y/n moved him over and tried to get under the sheets, before Harry got pay back by grabbing her by the waist and rolling her so her back was against his chest. Soft giggles filled the room before they both knew it; they were happy, blissful, and in pure awe of each other. Any concerns or questions vanished with a simple touch of their lover's body.

"Guest gets left side." He called, rubbing his nose and leaving a kiss on the back of her head.

Harry yawned, causing Y/n to yawn as well–of course erupting in a little laughter. Harry knew he should get this out now, in the moment. “You were my first, and I’m really glad you were.” He breathed. "I really really like you."

“You were my first too.” She turned to face him, booping his nose. “And I really like you too.”

“Wow, fangirl much.” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. Earning a quick nudge in the groin. “Ow, sensitive there.”

“Try that again.”

“How about we go on a date–next Friday?”

“Can’t we do it sooner?” She asked. “Maybe tomorrow morning? I make amazing waffles.”

“Only if you let me make the eggs.”

She hummed, agreeing to the deal. “Alright, lover. Night.”

“Night, Angel.”

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Harry practically jumped off from the cold hardwood hotel floor and searched the large room for his phone. When he finally found it, his hands were shaking as he typed in his password and clicked the little instagram app icon. His notifications were flooded more than usual, but he checked his account and saw he had one post, and it was all too familiar. 

Harry isn’t that active on social media from a posting standpoint, he only really consumes. Occasionally, he will steal one of his friends' phones and type some random stuff and post it but that was mainly on Twitter and nothing personal would be shown; just some random words that made the victim of one of his pranks seem drunk. But he never posted from his account.

Until now, apparently. 

He clicked on the photo and it was the same photo that he took of him and Y/n last night. Y/n had a growing smile on her face while Harry’s smile completely showed all of his teeth–it was a silly photo of just friends, hopefully that's what the media would think; but Harry wasn't so optimistic. 

Harry was still getting used to the fame and all of the attention. It could be positive, or more times than not it would be negative, and as scared as he is to go on online to see what people are saying, he is more concerned with Y/n. 

He clicked on her profile, and it was nice. A little hectic yet somehow professional–clearly used by Y/n. He clicked the follow button, but figured that's not as dramatic as the photo.

He did an ass move and posted a photo of them together–he knows that she knows what people would think, nothing could stir up more drama then that; especially with that being the first and only photo he’s ever posted on his very public account that is gaining new followers this second. 

The new wave of followers seemed to be fan accounts of her. A significant portion had Y/n’s name in the username and the others seemed to be fan accounts of The Hunger Games and Les Miserable–most of which had her as the main focus of their account. But what surprised him the most were accounts with both of her name and his name together. It made him blush and almost forget Niall was in the room with him. 

“Are you lookin’ at the photo of you two?” Nail asked, peering over Harry’s shoulder to instead find him creeping on accounts that weren’t just fan pages of one of them, but of both of them together. “They’re makin’ edits of you guys already, Jesus, do these people ever sleep?”

“Shut up.” Was all Harry could say in his embarrassed voice. 

“Sad thing is you didn’t even introduce us.” Niall tutted. “Can’t wait to tell her about that sock I found--” 

“I didn’t mean to post this.” Harry admitted, going to his contacts to text her after it really sunk in what he had done. 

“Well obviously.” Naill laughed. “That's what's great about it–”

“No seriously, she’s gonna hate me.” Harry started panicking, writing out this long apology text to Y/n, explaining how he didn’t mean to post that photo of you two and how he is so sorry for all of the hell breaking loose. He couldn’t even imagine what she was going through right now. 

“I just met her last night and we just talked. I didn’t ask her to date or anything–”

“Get your asses up! We gotta leave in thirty!” They heard Liam shout through the door. Harry was terrified as he pushed send without reading the text over beforehand. And of course he embarrassed himself further by finding at least five typos within the first third of the message. 

“She’s going to hate me forever, Niall.” Harry whined, genuinely on the verge of crying which would only make his hangover worse and cause him to spiral. He leaned into his friend and Niall had to hold back a laugh.

“It’s cool man. I’m sure she completely understands that it’s a harmless photo–”

“But it’s not!” He groans. Niall, having enough of Harry’s behavior, snatches his phone away. “Give it back.”

“No. You need to focus.” Naill says. “I know you and you’ll end up being all whiney and not being able to work today.” Naill heads towards the door, keeping Harry’s phone out of reach. 

“But–”

“Go cry in the bathroom and get changed. I’m not letting you have this back until you’ve gotten out of this.”

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Y/n woke up completely hungover from the night before, not to mention she barely got any sleep last night. As she snuck back to her hotel and nearly collapsed when she saw her bed, not bothering to charge her phone, causing it to be dead by the time she woke up. Luckly, her manual alarm woke her up for wardrobe

She changed into comfy clothes that she knew she would be changing out of soon enough, and left for the set. The hotel was rented out for the cast and crew of Les Miserable as it was right on set and such a convenience for everyone, but that meant that everyone could see Y/n making her way out to set if they were up. 

She got a couple of glances as she was on her way out, she assumed it was because they knew she snuck out. There was no rule saying that cast and crew members couldn’t leave site, but what ever they did couldn't infringe on their contract; Y/n still made an effort to not make her leave too noticeable out of guilt and knowing that it could possibly lead to an unpleasant rumor about herself. But she was on time and normal, just hungover. 

She was relieved to find a dear friend of hers, Helena Bonham Carter, in wardrobe as well. She was like an on-set mother to Y/n, always so caring and nice to her but gave her tips and advice for where she could improve–they were given with all of the kindness in the world so Y/n never minded. 

Helena smiled when she saw Y/n walk in. “Hello lovely.” She quickly engulfed Y/n in a hug then pulled back, slightly frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just tired and I have this headache–”

“From that party right?” Y/n sighed as Helena said that. She didn’t know how she–and what seemed like everyone–found out, but Y/n wasn't surprised.

“How do you know I went out?” Y/n asked her eyes scanning the room incase of any listening ears. 

“Your little boyfriends post–”

“What boyfriend?” Y/n nervously laughed. She was nervous as first of all, whoever this boyfriend was, and second, what did they post of her. A part of Y/n thought Liam had posted something, not that she remembered being with him or his phone pointed towards her. The old time she knew that there was a photo of her taken was with Harry.

“The singing guy in the boy band. The one with the sideswept lego hair–”

“Harry?” 

“Yes, and you two make a cute couple. Don’t know why you were curling his hair though, it seemed curly enough.”

“Does everyone here know?” Y/n asked Helena and she thought about it then nodded. “God.”

“Lots of online articles have been circulating, hun. Especially since you have the Hunger Games movie coming out next month which makes you more relevant and your boyfriends going on tour–”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She sighed. “Can I see your phone? Mines dead.”

Helena nodded and gave it to the nervous girl infront of her. She placed her arm on Y/n’s shoulder in support as Y/n typed in her name along with Harry Styles. So much came up.

The first article said that they’re now dating, but apparently for the past few years. Another said they were engaged and so did the following one. A bunch of stereotypical rumors–some included pregnancy, which she was not looking forward to denying it to her parents and having that conversation–but there was one in particular that caught her eye. 

Wanna-be star Y/n is now dating One direction heartthrob Harry Styles as a weak attempt to rise to fame!

That pissed Y/n off. If anything, Harry would be using her for fame, because as of right now, she is worth way more as he is. But even that was beside the point, she looked at the photo again and they both seemed to be happy, and maybe sort of in love–how could that one interaction prove that she is using him for fame?

“Maybe I should take that back…” Helena pried her phone away from Y/n’s hand as the young girl stared off into space, lost in thought. “Sweetie, you should go get into costume and practice your lines.”

Helena ushered Y/n off to the waiting crew member to get her into costume as she just went along, too stunned to do much.

Like usual, the day was long. So long in fact, she hasn't been able to sneak away to her room and charge her phone. A part of her didn’t want to see all of her notifications on her phone though. She didn’t want to talk to her friends and family about it, quite frankly she just wanted to sit with Marmalade and Sugar in her flat in London, maybe have a chat with her close friend Alex who is currently pet-sitting them--some ice cream would be nice too. 

But she pushes through the day looking like she’s been dragged through the dirt–while presumably being dragged online for a harmless photo. When she finally can leave, she practically sprints up to the room. She opens the door then slams it shut behind her. She plugs her phone in and then goes into the bathroom to have a shower and try to destress.

It was late, and she must’ve yawned hundreds of times in the shower as she rubbed all of the prosthetic dirt off of her face and body. She reluctantly left the warmth of the shower, dried her body and hair then did her face routine. It all went quicker than she would’ve liked, because she knew that she had to go on her phone and that would be a problem of itself. 

She settles in the comfort of her home away from home bed and preps for the worst.

Her phone is charged and she is terrified.

The first thing she sees is an alarming amount of missed calls along with her voicemail overflowing from calls from her siblings and parents. Her messages were the same. But she procrastinated going through those, instead she went to instagram. Of course she looked up Harry and saw that he was following her so she followed back–she does hope they are friends after all, although Y/n would understand that this situation wouldn’t make the best start. She clicked on the photo and smiled; he did look pretty, she would like to see him smile like that again–in person.

She made the mistake of looking at the comments. Some were in shock, others were compliments, and of course, the rest were plain rude. She did what was best for her and closed out of the app, now moving onto the next challenge. 

She got back to her PR team first, all who said that the photo was really harmless and they could make a statement if that was what Y/n wanted. She thanked Vivian, the head of the team, and texted that if it didn’t die down within the next week then she would consider it. She then texted Alex, who she assured that it meant nothing and would call when she felt like she could breathe.

Y/n reluctantly texted her family in a groupchat, saying that she was not seeing anyone and all rumors are false–she just made a friend and took a funny photo with them. She also ignored their individual messages, not bothering to read them.

The last thing she saw were messages from an unknown number. They had awful spelling and were incoherent but so clearly from the boy who got them into this mess. 

She was stopped when a call came through. She answered when she saw the familiar number.

“Y/n?”

“Harry?” 

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry for gettin’ you in this drama. I completely understand if you don’t want to talk or be near me again–”

“Harry, calm down. I am not mad at you.” Y/n interrupted him when sense rambling coming.

Harry whined on the other end of the call. “But I posted the photo, a-and now some magazine thinks we’re having fucking twins–”

“That isn’t your fault.” She reminded him, then sighed. “Look, I am not happy about this at all. I don’t like being called a gold digger and having these rumors circulate; but there is nothing we can do.”

“I can take the photo down, Louis might have to help me though because apparently I keep fucking everything up.” He groaned, pushing his head into his pillow on the bed; currently on his way to the next site for practice in northern England. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

Y/n didn’t really know what to say. Honestly, she would like his company and everyone to forget about the photo, but there was nothing realistic he had to offer. She did appreciate the sentiment though. 

“Maybe you can just talk.” She asked, albeit, in a softer voice than before. “Talking helped me sleep last time, and–I think we just need a distraction.”

Harry was a little stunned, but that didn’t stop the smile on his face. “Yeah, so today I woke up with the worst hangover ever. Then proceeded to go to rehearsals and then get shimmed into the tour bus with Niall who conveniently forgot to shower after dancing for like two hours straight–swear I can smell him from here.”

“Are you on the bus now?”

“Yeah, think we’re goin to some studio in Manchester–”

“That’s close to where you grew up right?” 

“Yeah, wait, how did you know?” He smiled when she said that–did she look him up? He thought it would make it even since he looked up Y/n.

“No, just from your accent. Got Sugar from up there.” She chuckled. 

"Sugar is the cat, right?"

"Yup."

"Knew it." He chided. “I gotta admit; I'm a little sad you didn't look me up.”

“Have you looked me up?” She asked charmingly, and of course, it made Harry’s face turn red. 

“Uh, no?” He was tired, but Y/n hummed an okay that got Harry to crack. “Okay, so I might have looked you up on instagram and might have creeped on your page.”

“Anything else?”

“Might’ve watched a few clips of you actin’.” He tried to shrug it off, but he really didn’t want to end up confessing he read her whole wiki page–grant it, it’s not super long, but he was curious and truly fascinated by her; he couldn’t wait to get to know more about her.

“Well, what did you think?” Y/n thinks she knows what clips he’s talking about. Most likely leaked scenes from Les Mis that she knew were circulating, or it was the trailers for the movies–either way she’s flattered. 

“Enough to know you deserve a Grammy.”

“You mean an Oscar?” She laughed and Harry just sighed and internally yelled at himself.

“If you have music on the brain you can focus on that if you wa–”

“No! I really like this little late night talkin sesh. Very nice to talk to you.” He admits, sweat now starting to form on his forehead. This was being bold, even for him. “I also just want to make you happy. I know everything is going to be shit for the next couple of days.”

“Ugh, we just need to wait till some other celebrity posts nudes or something.” She groaned, making Harry smile. “But you’re right, this just needs to blow over.”

“Wish I was around to make you feel better.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes, but that’s when an idea popped into his head. “Hey, um, I don't know if this is too soon but when are you done filming?” He asks, biting his lip.

“I think in March, why?”

“You should come to one of our concerts in April then, we’re taking a break from touring till then but I’m gonna be doin all of this work but I would like to see you soon, if you’re okay with that.”

Harry's heart stoped while he waited for an answer.

“Definitely, we are just starting reshoots and Tom doesn’t think there will be much to do.” She told him excitedly. “Where is it?”

“Sydney…”

She paused. “As in Sydney, Australia?”

“Yup.”

Another pause. “Y’know what, sure.”

“Really? I can send travel plans now if you want–”

“That can wait for tomorrow. Just tell me I’m not going to regret flying out there for a One Direction concert.”

“Thought you were flying out for me?” Harry said with faux sadness. 

“What do you mean? I've always been a die hard Directioner.”

"Really?"

"Yeah." She smiles. "Ever since I saw they had this really cute member with curly hair, I've been obsessed."

Harry blushed, his cheeks feeling warm. "As someone who is in One Direction, can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"The one with curly hair thinks you're cute too."

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