AN: this is sorta based on part of the Rolling Stone interview Harry did a few days ago. where he talks about how hard it is for him to be in relationships. hope you enjoy and feedback is welcome.
This story contains: mentions of sex, sorta sad harry, mild angst ?, comfort, bit of crying, happy ending
{ fiance!harry - softrry - current harry era }
word count: 1,142
Harry has been acting more clingy towards you as well as his sudden boost in sex drive and when you finally ask him why the sudden behavior, he admits the heartbreaking truth.
Harry's been acting different these past few weeks. You can't exactly understand what may have triggered this but you do know Harry has been so much more clingier with you. As well as the change in your sex life.
Before your fiances' strange behavior, you and him had sex a normal amount. Usually at least every other day, sometimes everyday if you were feeling up for it. And on the week of your period, you'd skip five to seven days. But now it's like Harry wants sex all the time. You're not complaining but you do find his sudden sex drive increase strange.
And it's not just the frequent sex, it's the type of sex. You've never been too kinky during sex but by no means did you make love every time. Now it's like every time you have sex with Harry it's super vulnerable and emotions are running high. As if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers in a blink of an eye.
Harry gives extra love to every inch of your body, taking his time to cherish you properly. He'll sticks to missionary due to the fact he feels more close to you in that position. He's constantly telling you he loves you during sex, as if he thinks you'll forget one day.
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Harry hasn't told you yet but the reason he's been acting so different lately is because your relationship together is getting longer then any of his previous relationships and it scares him. Not that he fears he'll fall out of love with you but he's scared you'll leave him. They always leave.
The paparazzi constantly tracking his and whoever he's withs every move, the rumors of cheating and speculations of his sexuality, the criticism of just about anything he or anyone close to him does. It's just too much for most to handle and Harry knows that. His past partners have made that clear after each one broke his heart. But if he loses you, his fiancee that he proposed to three months ago, he doesn't think he'd survive.
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Currently, Harry is in one of his clingy moods. You're sat on the couch, leaning against the arm, watching a film, and he's practically in your lap. Though you don't mind, you know something in his behavior has changed and you know you must ask him what the cause is. Just for some clarification to calm your mind a bit.
"Harry babe," you mutter in the ear that's not currently pressed into your shoulder, "can I ask you something?"
He shifts a bit in your lap and replies cluelessly to what you're about to ask, "Course, love. Anythin'."
Rubbing your hand gently down Harry's back, you calmly question, "Is everything alright? You've been acting a bit different lately. Always wanting me to hold you or how our sex is only what I'd considered traditional 'love making'. I'm not complaining because..... well I love our intimacy, during sex or how we are now, on the couch watching a movie, cuddling. Just want to know if there are any reasons that may be causing these things."
Harry hearing you ask this was something he thought may come up eventually, but he wasn't sure when. He tried to be subtle about his clinginess or the want to be as physically close to you at all times as possible, but he must have failed in doing so.
Sitting up off your chest, Harry heaves a nervous breath before admitting, "M' scared you're gonna leave me. They always do. I know we're engaged and I've never been engaged to anyone before but still...... you could always back out. I know some of my fans can be a bit rude to my partners and...... and the fame status I hold can be alot for some people. It's not my fault. I wanted to be a singer. Not someone who is constantly in the media, good or bad, and gets shit on and their partners gets shit on all the time. I love you so much. Can't lose you."
In the last sentence Harry spoke, you could hear his voice crack as he tried to hold in his emotions. His confession is heartbreaking. You've had many chances to run away from this chaotic life you have that comes along with being with Harry. But the love you feel for this man in your lap right now outweighs all the negatives. There will never be anything that triggers you to the point you feel you must leave him. Never, ever, ever.
"Babe, look at me," you instruct Harry in a voice just shy of a whisper, "I will never leave you. I love you so much. I said yes when you proposed when I could have said no. I said yes because I truly want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't give two shits what the media says about our relationship. Our relationship isn't for them. It's for us, me and you. You don't need to worry that I'm gonna leave because it's not happening."
The intense eye contact mixed with your sincere words makes Harry finally let silent tears roll down his soft cheeks. You lean forward and give him a gentle kiss on his lips and Harry is imidiantly leaning into your touch. This kiss stays simple and only lasts a few seconds before Harry is wrapping his arms around your shoulders and buries his wet face in your warm neck.
He clings to you tightly but not out of fear you'll leave this time, just out of his love for you. The comfort you bring to him is something he'll never be able to express enough. His life is chaotic for not only those around him but for he himself and he's the one living it. So it's even harder on him and he's thankful you understand that.
After a few minutes of holding Harry to your chest, the movie long forgotten about, you whisper, "Just because you know I won't leave you now doesn't mean you have to stop being clingy towards me or stop our frequent love making. I still love all that you know."
Without moving from his position, Harry replies back with a small smile on is face, "Don't worry, love. I'll always be clingy towards you. As long as you're okay with it of course. You make me feel safe. And there is nothing more I'd rather do then make love to you any chance I get. Love you lots."
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After a while of holding Harry on the couch, you both migrate to your shared bedroom where you do your nightly routines together and get in bed. You decide on spooning Harry because you feel he needs it tonight. Then with Harry in your arms, the two of you fall soundly asleep.
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Summary: Y/n is fed up with her daddy's rules and runs off with Harry.
Warnings/ disclaimers: This is YOUNGER 70′s!harry, this is before they had kids. its a look on what happened before all of that
“But daddy, I don’t really like Rodger.” Y/n says, whining to her father. She was late for a date with Harry, trying to get out of the house but her father had invited who she thinks is her boyfriend over for dinner. “Don’t be rude, your boyfriend is here. Stay and have dinner with him.” Rodger smiles from the next room over. “Daddy! I have plans with someone. Promised plans! You can’t just spring this onto me.” Her father gives her a stern look, glaring at her. “You are staying here tonight.”
Y/n huffs, stomping up the stairs. She flops on her bed with tears in her eyes, grabbing her telephone and pulling the rotary dial to call Harry. “Harry,” Y/n cries once her lover answers, upset and over-emotional over the pent up anger finally releasing after so long. “Are you okay, love?” Y/n shakes her head even though Harry cannot see her, sobbing. “I hate this so much. He just wants to control my life. He doesn’t care that I’m with you he just wants to make sure he makes all my choices.” Harry sighs, adjusting on his bed.
“Tell me all about it.”
“We had plans and-and he invited Roger over and demanded that I stay and have dinner with him.” She sobs, breaking down to her secret lover. Harry pouts, “I’m so sorry, my love. I wish we could be together. I hate that your father does this.”
Y/n nods, breathing heavy. “I want to leave, just get out of here.” Harry laughs, flipping down on his bed with his telephone presses to his ear and mouth. “That’s a great idea baby but we aren’t that old.”
“You have a car, and I have money saved.” Harry raises an eyebrow, listening to her plan. “Let’s just go.”
“Go where?”
“Wherever.”
“I’ll pick you up, you climb out of your window.” Y/n smiles, wiping her tears and standing up to grab an overnight bag. “I’ll see you in five.”
**
“I love you so much.” Y/n squeals, landing in Harry's arms as her lips instantly find his, the stars in the night sky being the only thing to light up their faces. “I love you more, firefly.” Y/n smiles, pecking his lips before skipping off to her lover's car.
**
“I love road trips!” Y/n squeals, the sun rising while they make their way to an unknown location, making turns on based on whatever they agree on. Harry smiles, leaning over and pecking her lips. Y/n rests her head on his shoulder, her hand holding his. “I love being with you, firefly.” Y/n smiles while she rests her eyes, nuzzling into his shoulder. “I guess pull over at the next pay phone. I need to call home.” Harry nods, letting her fall asleep on him. Harry pulls up to a pay phone about twenty minutes later, softly shaking his lover awake and digging some quarters out of his cup holder to later plop in her hand once she was fully awake.
“Already? I was asleep for two seconds, H.” Harry laughs and pecks her lips, “Go call your folks.” He climbs out of the car with her and lets her jump into the telephone booth while he leans against it and waits for her to finish her call.
“Hello?” Y/n starts getting interrupted before she can even properly start. ‘Where the hell are you? You have your mother worried sick.” Y/n sighs, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “I’m safe, dont let mom worry over me.” her father scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head vigorously on the other side of the telephone. “Are you with Harry?” The grown man can hardly speak the boy's name, scared his daughter might be out with the boy who's left love bites all over his innocent daughter's skin and treats her like the town scum. His own thoughts, not Y/ns.
“Am I with Harry?” Y/n scoffs as if his accusation was out of this world and so ridiculous it could just never be a possibility. And suddenly her question turned into an answer, staring her lover up and down while he watched the rising sun turn golden. “I am with Harry.” she admits, her face slack with no emotion.
Her father almost roars on the other end, making her just in the confined booth. “Come home now, or I'll have to call the police on that boy. He can't kidnap my daughter.” Y/n gasps, her eyes almost falling out of her head they bug so hard. “Kidnapping? Daddy, I love him. I want to be with him!” All she hears is the static of her father slamming the phone.
She huffs, closing the door looking up at Harry. “We've got to go back home.”
“What?! Go back home? But we had so many plans.” Y/n sighs, sad to disappoint him. She was ready to start her life with him, forget everyone's opinions on their relationship and live happily ever after. But of course she let her father come between them again. “I know but my da-” Harry groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh enough with the excuses, saying it's because of your dad. We left because of you and I really thought it was this time and you were done with using your father as an excuse to slow our relationship but, you disappoint me again!” Harry rants, his chest heaving as he lets out all his emotions on the girl.
Y/n stands with her eyes wide, her arms held close to her defensively. “How could you say that when I've done everything for this relationship! Taking up some other guys just so we could still be together!” Harry kicks the dirt in anger, ignoring her. “Whatever, let's just go back.” she frowns, shaking her head and pulling him close to her despite how angry she was with him five seconds ago.
“‘No, we are a team.” She rests her forehead on his chin, wrapping his arms around his hands and bringing them to her chest. “We can't fight, lover. Let's just keep driving. I’m not going back unless you want that too.” Harry smiles, pulling her face closed and kissing her. “Then let's hit it!”
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“Pull over, been driving too long. We can just get a motel.” Y/n points to a cheap, run down looking Motel that was next to some restaurants and petrol stations. Harry pulls his Ford Fairlane into the parking lot of the beat down motel and hauls their overnight bags into the building. He yawns, resting his head onto Y/ns, ringing the bell since there was no one working the front desk. A tired looking woman in a collared red shirt comes to the front desk. “Hello.”
“Hi, could I get you a room?” the woman grabs some papers. “How many beds?”
“One.”
They make their way out to their room, the room smelling of cigarettes and dust. Y/n laughs at the tacky and cheap room. “At least it's something.” Y/n nods, “at least it's something.”
The day goes on with them staying up, never getting sleep and growing slap happy from the lack of rest. They watch a film while giggling at every little thing, stuffing their faces with anything they could get from the hotel that was in their very low budget. “Awe, her wedding dress is beautiful.” Harry pecks her head, “Lets go to the thrift store and find you one.” Y/n looks up at him, her brows furrowed while her doughnut hangs half out of her mouth. “What?”
Harry laughs, wiping her mouth and pecking her lips. “I said, let's go find you one.”
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“What the hell are we doing? Harry reappears behind her, a vintage ring being sold for thirty dollars, it was beautiful but probably not real- it didn't matter to either of them though. “Will you marry me?” Y/n gasps, pulling him off of the floor and letting him twirl her around in a hug. “I love you!” Harry smiles, slapping her dress and the cheap ring up on the table next to the cash register.
“I love you more”
**
Y/n ended up finding a gorgeous wedding dress. It was a little old and faded from not being stored well but it was a gorgeous white, ankle length, strapless and silk. Harry kept the ring until the ceremony, he wanted to do it right.
“One wedding, Please!” Harry laughs, busting into the chapel with Y/n on his arm. The lady's eyes widened, gasping. “You need a witness.” Harry looks around, seeing an old man doing paperwork in a dust corner. “He's our witness! Dave!” he reads his name tag, Y/n trying to hide a giggle.
“Okay, we will get right on it.”
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“And you love the girl?” The officiant asks, looking between the couple who are holding hands. Harry nods, the strange man flashing Y/n a large smile at Harry's answer. “You love him?” Y/n nods, squeezing Harry's hands. “Okay, exchange rings.” The officiant was very lazy with the ceremony but it only made the day more memorable and funny. “Oh i dont have a ri-” Y/n stops her sentence, pulling off her promise ring that harry gave her at the beginning of their relationship and sliding it on his ring finger. Harry smiles, sliding the ring they had just bought on her finger.
“Kiss her Harry!’ the officiant says, learning his name from the woman who is now Harry’s wife. Y/n giggles, Harry yanking her toward him and pulling her lips in, instantly shoving his tongue into his mouth.
“Whoo! Were fucking married!” Harry screams as they break out of the chapel, jumping back in his car and heading back to the beaten down hotel.
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Harry pouts while he stands in front of Y/n wet and just in a towel, she twists the telephone cord between her fingers, in her pajamas getting ready for her first sleep as a Mrs. Harry knees at the floor, whining and tugging at her legs. “Sh, im making a call.”
“Hello, Daddy. I'm married.”
Part two
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