#harryblurb

And yet, sitting here next to him, as close as they were, it was impossible not to be reminded of just how deep her feelings for him ran. His presence had always had this effect on her, an electric undercurrent that made her skin tingle and her heart pound just a little harder. She stole a glance at him over the top of her book. He was engrossed in whatever he was reading, completely unaware of the thoughts swirling in her mind.

That’s what made it all so painful—he would never see her that way. She was just Y/N, his best mate, his confidant. The one person who was always there, but never the one he looked at with desire. She felt a knot tighten in her chest as she allowed herself, for just a moment, to imagine what it would be like if things were different. If she were someone else. If he saw her the way she saw him.

As if sensing her gaze, Harry suddenly looked up, catching her in the act. His lips twitched into a small, knowing smile, and he set his book down on the coffee table.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked, his voice low, breaking the silence between them. His eyes locked onto hers, and the way he studied her made her feel exposed, as though he could read her thoughts without her saying a word. “You’ve been staring at that same page for ages.”

Y/N quickly dropped her gaze, closing the book to avoid his probing eyes. “It’s nothing,” she mumbled, though the heat rising to her cheeks gave her away.

He tilted his head, not buying it for a second. “Come on,” he coaxed, a teasing edge to his voice. “Spill it. I know you. You’ve got that look.”

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to laugh it off. “What look?”

“The one where you’re overthinking everything,” he said, leaning back against the couch, still watching her closely. His gaze softened. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as Harry’s green eyes bore into hers, his expression filled with gentle concern. She had always struggled to lie to him. Whenever he looked at her like that, like he truly cared, she felt like he could see right through her. The panic rose quickly, threatening to bubble over, and she knew she had to say something—anything—to steer the conversation away from the thoughts that were tangled up in her mind.

She blurted out the first thing that came to her. “My cousin’s getting married.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. “Which cousin?”

Y/N let out a long sigh, glad for the distraction, though the topic she’d chosen wasn’t much better. “The worst one. Out of the three, I mean. You know, the one who’s always got something to say about everything. Perfect life, perfect fiancé, perfect job… perfect everything.”

Harry’s expression softened into one of amused sympathy. He knew exactly the kind of family pressure Y/N was talking about. He stretched out his legs, making himself more comfortable, as if settling in for a story. “Ah, her. That sounds like fun,” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking her legs beneath her as she faced him. “It’s not just her. It’s the whole family. They’re all so excited, and for some reason, they’re all hell-bent on me bringing a date.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “I don’t even have a boyfriend, but everyone keeps asking if I’m bringing someone. They’re already assuming I’m going to show up with a ‘plus one,’ and I just… I don’t want to deal with the humiliation of telling them I’m still single. Again.”

Harry’s brow furrowed slightly as he listened, a small frown tugging at his lips. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her thoughtfully. “Y/N, you don’t owe anyone an explanation. If you don’t want to bring someone, then don’t. Your family’s expectations shouldn’t dictate your happiness.”

Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”

Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”

The room fell silent for a moment as Harry absorbed her words, his gaze softening even further. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but then paused, seemingly deep in thought.

Y/N bit her lip, realizing she was rambling, but it was easier to talk about this than the real issue she was trying to avoid. And with Harry sitting so close, his concern for her so palpable, it made her feel even more off-balance. Every time he cared, every time he listened so intently, it reminded her of how much she longed for something more than just friendship.

But that wasn’t an option. Not with him. So, she buried it all under the wedding invitation and the pressures from her family, hoping it would be enough to keep him from asking more.

Harry studied her for a long moment, eyes searching her face like he could sense there was something more she wasn’t saying. He tilted his head slightly, lips pressing together in that way he always did when he was thinking hard.

“Is that really why you’re freaking out?” he asked gently, his voice laced with quiet skepticism.

Y/N felt her stomach twist, the question catching her off guard. She hated how easily he could see through her, but she wasn’t about to crack. Not when it came to her deeper feelings. So, she nodded quickly, clutching onto the family wedding excuse like a lifeline. “Yes, it is. It’s a big issue, Harry. Every time I visit my family, it just… it tears me down a little more. They make me feel like I’m somehow falling behind because I don’t have someone. It’s exhausting.”

He sighed softly, his eyes softening with sympathy, though there was still a trace of doubt in his gaze. Without saying anything more, he leaned back against the couch and picked up his book again, his fingers absently running along the spine.

For a few minutes, silence fell between them, the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of turning pages the only sounds filling the room. Y/N watched him out of the corner of her eye, heart still racing from the close call. She didn’t know what she’d do if he pushed further—if he managed to pry open the lid she’d been keeping on her feelings. She shifted in her seat, trying to focus on her book, but the words refused to make sense.

Then, just as she was beginning to lose herself in her own anxious thoughts, Harry broke the silence.

“I’ve got an easy solution,” he said suddenly, his voice calm and casual, like he hadn’t just spent several minutes in contemplative silence. He didn’t even look up from his book. “I’ll go with you.”

Y/N blinked, his words not quite registering at first. “What?”

He glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll be your date. To the wedding,” he clarified, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Problem solved.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to catch up. “You… you’re serious?” She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Harry Styles, her best friend—and secret crush—offering to be her date to her cousin’s wedding?

“Of course,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. “If it’ll make things easier for you, I’m in. I’ll go, smile for the family, and be the perfect distraction. You won’t have to deal with any awkward questions about being single.”

Y/N stared at him, stunned. He made it sound so simple, like it was no trouble at all. But for her, it was anything but simple. Having him at her side, pretending to be her date, while she tried to keep her feelings under control… It sounded like both a dream and a nightmare all at once.

She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Harry, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted, closing his book and turning his full attention to her now. His gaze was steady, sincere. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. If this is stressing you out, let me help. I’d be happy to go with you.”

Her heart swelled at his words, warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of him being there, by her side, at a time when she felt most vulnerable. But at the same time, the reality of pretending—of standing next to him, feeling things she shouldn’t, knowing it was all just for show—made her feel dizzy.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost unsure.

Harry’s smile widened into that familiar, mischievous grin. “Positive. And besides, who wouldn’t want to show off a date like me?” he teased, his tone light, but his eyes still holding that warm, comforting sincerity.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her anxiety easing just a little. Maybe, just maybe, having Harry with her wouldn’t be so bad. It might even be the perfect distraction—from her family, and from her feelings. If she could keep them in check, that is.

“He’s going with you?!” Maddie’s voice echoed through the apartment, loud and full of disbelief.

Y/N, sitting cross-legged on the floor in her bedroom, groaned and yelled back, “I know!”

Maddie appeared in the doorway a second later, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. “Harry Styles—your best friend and international superstar—is going to a wedding with you. As your date. This is… this is insane!”

Y/N let out a half-laugh, half-sigh as she flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Trust me, I’m still trying to process it.”

Maddie crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Okay, let’s go over the logistics because this is a lot to unpack. First of all, the wedding is a whole weekend, right?”

“Yeah,” Y/N muttered, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “It’s in Edinburgh, so we’re going up on Friday, staying until Sunday. Two full days of family, dinners, receptions, and a ton of small talk.”

“And Harry knows this?” Maddie asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

Y/N bit her lip, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “No, not exactly.”

Maddie’s eyes widened even further. “Wait, so you haven’t told him it’s a whole weekend thing? What if he backs out when he realizes it’s not just a one-night event?”

Y/N sat up straighter, her anxiety returning in full force. “I mean, I hope he won’t. He offered so casually, but I didn’t get into all the details.” She winced, feeling a bit guilty for not being completely upfront. “It’s just... he said yes so easily, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him with everything all at once.”

Maddie shook her head, pacing the room in thought. “Okay, well, you’ve got to tell him. He’s going to need to know what he’s signing up for. The last thing you want is him backing out last minute.”

“I know,” Y/N agreed, sighing. “I’ll tell him tomorrow. I just… I really hope he doesn’t change his mind. It’s already going to be awkward enough dealing with my family, and having Harry there is the only thing keeping me sane.”

Maddie stopped pacing and turned to her with a mischievous smile. “Well, there’s something else we need to focus on.”

“What’s that?” Y/N asked, dreading the answer.

“Your outfits!” Maddie exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “This is a wedding weekend in Edinburgh with Harry as your date. You need to look absolutely perfect every single day.”

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Maddie, please don’t make this into a fashion show. I’m already freaking out as it is.”

Her roommate crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside her, nudging her playfully. “Listen, if you want your family to shut up about you being single, you’ve got to show up looking like the best version of yourself. And besides…” She shot her a knowing look. “It wouldn’t hurt for Harry to see you in a new light.”

Y/N peeked up at her through her fingers. “What do you mean?”

Maddie grinned. “Come on, Y/N. You’ve had a crush on him for as long as I’ve known you. Maybe this is the chance to finally turn his head, you know? If he’s going to be by your side all weekend, you might as well look stunning while you’re at it.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the thought, but she quickly shook her head. “Harry doesn’t see me that way, Mads. He’s going because he’s a good friend. That’s it.”

“Maybe. But maybe not,” Maddie said with a wink. “Either way, we’re going to make sure you look incredible. Now, where’s that suitcase of yours? We’ve got some planning to do.”

The next day, Y/N stood outside Harry’s house, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. She smiled as she reached for the familiar key in her pocket, the one Harry had given her ages ago. She slipped it into the lock, the click of the door unlocking bringing a sense of comfort. Harry’s house had always felt like a second home to her—sometimes more of a home than her own apartment, if she was honest.

Walking inside, the familiar scent fresh linen greeted her, making her feel instantly at ease. She made her way into the kitchen, glancing around at the cozy space before setting the flowers down on the counter. After a quick search for a vase, she arranged them carefully, letting out a satisfied sigh once they were settled. The bright colors of the flowers added a little warmth to the room, something she liked doing whenever she visited.

“Harry?” she called out, already heading towards the back of the house and into the familiar hallway that led to his bedroom.

“Closet!” his voice echoed, slightly muffled, from somewhere in the bedroom.

She stepped inside, smiling to herself. His bedroom looked like it always did—neatly chaotic, with a mix of designer clothes and random bits of his life scattered about. But one thing caught her eye immediately: his Gucci suitcase, already lying open on the floor, ready to be packed.

He’s really going through with it, she thought, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside her.

As she approached the closet, Harry emerged, fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. His damp curls clung to his forehead, and water still glistened on his skin. He caught her eye and grinned.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” he said, toweling off his hair as he glanced down at the suitcase. “I figured I’d start getting things ready for this weekend. here we come.”

Y/N chuckled, leaning against the doorway of his closet. “You’re already ahead of me. I haven’t even started packing yet.”

Harry shot her a playful look. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you choose your outfits. You know I have opinions.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her heart lightened by his teasing. But as she looked at him—standing there so casually, like this whole wedding weekend was no big deal—a knot formed in her chest. It was all starting to feel very real, and the idea of spending an entire weekend with him, pretending he was her date, was starting to feel overwhelming. Still, she couldn’t deny how good it felt to be in his presence, the one place where everything seemed a little less complicated.

Y/N lingered by the doorway of Harry’s closet, watching as he continued to dry his hair, the smell of his cologne mixing with the steam from his shower. She glanced again at the Gucci suitcase on the floor, neatly positioned and ready to be packed. A wave of guilt hit her. She hadn’t told him everything yet—about the wedding being an entire weekend event.

Clearing her throat, she shifted her weight. “So, uh, Harry… there’s something I need to mention about the wedding.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, still toweling his hair, his grin never faltering. “What’s that? Do I need to brush up on my dance moves?”

She let out a small laugh, then bit her lip. “It’s not just the wedding ceremony, you know. It’s kind of… a whole weekend thing.”

He stopped drying his hair, the towel resting on his shoulders as he turned to face her fully. “A whole weekend?”

Y/N nodded, her heart picking up its pace. “Yeah. It’s in Edinburgh, and there’s a dinner on Friday, the ceremony and reception on Saturday, and a brunch on Sunday. It’s like… a three-day event.”

For a moment, Harry just stared at her, blinking. His eyes searched her face, processing what she’d just said.

“Wait, so it’s a full-on wedding extravaganza?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

Y/N nodded again, suddenly feeling sheepish. “Yeah, I should’ve mentioned that before. But I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Harry let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Scare me off? Y/N, I’m already committed to this. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He tossed the towel aside and crossed the room, leaning casually against the wall beside her. “A weekend in Edinburgh with you? Honestly, that sounds like a good time.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered with relief, though a part of her was still nervous. “You sure? I mean, it’s a lot—my family, the pressure… all of it.”

Harry shrugged, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’ve done crazier things. Plus, I’m kind of looking forward to charming your family.” His grin widened, eyes sparkling. “So, when do we leave?”

Y/N smiled, her chest filling with warmth. He really wasn’t backing out. He was in this with her, and somehow, the weekend ahead didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

Y/N and Harry sat cross-legged on the floor of his living room, plates of Indian takeout spread across the coffee table. The comforting aroma of curry and naan filled the room as they half-watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days playing on the TV. They had seen it a million times, but it never got old—Harry always laughed at the same parts, and Y/N always teased him for knowing the lines better than she did.

As Y/N scooped up a bite of butter chicken with a piece of naan, she noticed Harry glancing at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. “What’s that look for?”

Harry grinned, leaning back against the couch, plate balanced on his lap. “I was just thinking about the wedding.”

“Please don’t remind me,” Y/N groaned, shaking her head. “I’m still processing the fact that you’re actually going.”

“Don’t worry, I’m still all in,” Harry assured her, nudging her playfully. “But I had a thought… Why don’t we drive to Edinburgh?”

Y/N blinked, lowering her fork. “Drive? Like, from here to Edinburgh? That’s over eight hours, H.”

“Exactly!” he said, his eyes lighting up like it was the best idea he’d ever had. “Think about it—if we drive, we have complete control. If things get weird at the wedding, we’ll have a getaway car. No waiting around for flights or relying on anyone. We can just leave whenever we want.”

Y/N gave him a skeptical look. “You’re planning our escape before we’ve even arrived?”

He shrugged, popping a piece of naan into his mouth. “I like to be prepared. And besides, it’s not just about the escape plan. We’d get a proper road trip! Snacks, music, random stops at those little roadside places—remember the last time we did a long drive?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “Yeah, and you made us stop at every service station just to try the food.”

Harry’s grin widened. “Exactly! Imagine all the snacks we could pack—crisps, chocolate, samosas. And the music—oh, the music! I’ll make the ultimate road trip playlist. We’ll sing along the whole way, windows down, no stress.”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “You just want an excuse to sing loudly and off-key, don’t you?”

“Hey, I have excellent taste in road trip tunes,” he said, pointing a fork at her in mock offense. “Besides, don’t you think it’d be fun? Eight hours in the car, just us, no rush.”

She tilted her head, contemplating the idea for a moment. As much as she loved the thought of a carefree road trip with Harry, she was more focused on practicality. “Look, I get it. But it’s just… flying is so much quicker. We’ll be there in less than two hours, and we won’t be exhausted by the time we get there. We need our energy for my family and the whole wedding thing.”

Harry leaned back against the couch, pouting playfully. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

She looked over at Harry, who was now munching on a piece of naan with an expectant grin on his face. He seemed to sense her change of heart and glanced up, eyebrows raised in question.

“You know,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, “Let’s do it!”.

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Really? Are you serious?”

Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, why not? It could be fun. And I guess having the car would be good for flexibility. If we need a quick escape or just want to explore a bit…”

Harry’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Right”.

-> part II

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"I'm starving," Ron bellowed as he sat down opposite you at the Gryffindor dining table. Every day, he would repeat this, each time more genuine than the last. Harry sat silently next to him, picking at his food rather than eating it. You did the same. Hermione sat next to you, eating as she normally did. She looked at you, then your plate.

"Are you okay?" She whispered to you amongst the noisy dining hall. You nodded in response, then directed your attention to Harry.

"Ah," She nodded. Silent communication was the only outlet you could bare right now. Ron couldn't be more clueless.

"Hey, Harry," He said in between mouthfuls of sausage and tomatoes. "Who're ya askin to the ball?" You and Hermione exchanged looks once again. Harry remained fixed on his full plate.

"Harry," Ron repeated, nudging him with his elbow.

"Hm?" Harry finally looked up from his daze to meet your stare. You quickly blinked away.

"Who're you going to the ball with? I heard Parvati-" He was cut off by Harry jabbing him with his elbow. Hermione perked up.

"I'm going to the washroom. Care to join, y/n?" Without allowing you to respond, she swiftly grabbed your hand and began walking out of the dining hall. You looked back at Harry as you were led away, a sorrowful and empty expression still on his features. As soon as the two of you were out of sight, Hermione stopped in her tracks.

   "Are you okay?" She crossed her arms, serious about getting the truth this time.

    "I mean, yeah," You replied. "How can I be mad when he has no idea-"

    "You have to tell him," Her expression was desperate.

    "Tell him what exactly?" You mimicked her posture.

    "That you love him, y/n!" Something so simple seemed impossible. You fell silent and your body slouched. She sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder as to comfort you.

    "I don't know, Mione," You removed her soothing hand from tour arm and stepped away from her. As if your gesture ended the conversation, a figure came around the corner behind you.

    "Malfoy," Hermione greeted him with a sour tone. You turned to see him standing only a few feet from you, dressed in his obnoxious all-black uniform.

    "Granger," He shot back, a devious smirk on his face. He looked down at you with the same mischievous expression.

    "Can we help you? We're in the middle of something," Hermione stood her ground.

    "Yes, I see that. Since y/n was finally away from Potter for a moment, I was going to propose that I accompany her to the yule ball this weekend, assuming he hasn't already asked her," You nearly choked. Your reaction widened his smirk. Hermione scoffed.

    "As if she'd go with you," Draco turned to you. Hermione did the same. You were silent.

    "Looks like you don't know everything, Granger," He teased. Hermione folded her arms and furrowed her brow.

    "You're impossible," She huffed as she stormed off back into the dining hall. After a moment of listening to Hermione's footsteps echo away, Draco turned back to you.

    "So he hasn't asked you yet? I knew he was a coward," His tone was angry instead of self-righteous like you expected.

    "No, he hasn't," You mumbled. He looked down at you with a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes.

    "Well then, I suppose I'll have to show you what a real man is. That is, if you're accepting my proposal," He loosened his tie, showing a glimmer of doubt. You straightened your posture, regaining what little confidence you had.

    "I reckon I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" His smirk reappeared. He stepped closer to you.

    "No, you don't," He lifted a hand to brush the hair out of your face. Your whole body tingled. "See you there," You could feel his breath on your neck. He slowly drew himself back and walked back into the dining hall. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

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    Warm candle light filled Harry's dorm room as he sat patiently on his bed. You stood behind wooden privacy shutters, peering through the cracks to watch his expression as you stepped into the third dress you wanted to show him. An emerald, velvet cloth draped over your shoulders as you stepped in front of him.

    "Mind zipping me up, Harry?" You pulled your hair to one side and turned, exposing your bare back to him. He nearly choked, which made you smile to yourself.

   "Yeah- sure," He stammered out of bed and walked over to you. His warm breath on your back sent chills down your spine. As gently as he could, he placed a hand at the top of your dress as to hold it in position while the other gradually made its way up your body. You stifled a shudder. Once you turned back to him, you adjusted your hair and met his gaze.

    "What do you think?" You inquired, a dimply smile occupying your face. His expression fell like it once did in the dining hall. He was reminded of how dreadful the Yule Ball would be without you by his side.

    "I think you should ask Hermione," He replied curtly, folding his arms and drawing himself away. You chuckled.

    "I want to know what you think, silly," Your attempts in lightening the situation failed.

    "I think they're all green," He sighed and ran his hand through his floppy brown mop of hair and shoved the other in his pocket. You rolled your eyes and began unzipping your dress.

    "Well, since I'm going with Malfoy, I figured-" He cut you off, his voice louder than before.

   "You're going with Malfoy?" His arms were crossed now.

    "You're going with Parvati," You shot back, stepping behind the shutters again. He walked to the other side of the shutters. You couldn't see much but his silhouette.

   "You could've picked anyone else," He huffed. Your dress on the floor now, you felt more exposed than ever, even though he couldn't see you. You folded into yourself, feeling hurt.

    "I could say the same for you," Your words were quiet, but heavy. Realization. Harry stormed out of his dorm, leaving you alone. Your eyes welled with tears that fell once Harry slammed the door. You gathered your things, feeling pathetic. Soft sobs escaped in between sniffles as you dressed. Just as you were about to leave, a knock.

    "Y/n?" Ron's voice was soft and empathetic. You quickly wiped your tears and brushed yourself off.

    "Come in," You chimed. He practically tiptoed into the dorm, almost as if stomping would set you off.

    "I heard what happened," Almost as a reflex, you rolled your eyes.

    "If you're going to yell at me, just save it," You wiped your nose and held your things close to your chest. He sighed and sat on the bed opposite to Harry's. He looked up at you with disdain. He didn't want to just as much as you didn't want him to. You dragged your feet as you walked over to a spot next to him and sat down. He opened his posture to you and wrapped an arm around your back, rubbing your shoulder. The gesture almost made you want to cry even more. Instead, you let your head fall on his shoulder.

    "I would be just as crossed as he is right now," He mumbled in an exhausted tone. You wiped your dripping nose once more.

    "I know," He let his cheek rest on your crown. "I imagine Hermione's pretty crossed too," You continued.

    "We're all crossed," He reasoned with a soft smile. "Just especially Harry," You chuckled at his remark. The room fell silent again for a long moment before Ron spoke up again.

    "He didn't know you felt that way about him," His claim held truth.

    "Yeah, I see that now," You sat upright on the bed, leaving Ron's arm around your waist.

    "Just give him time," He reassured you as he drew his arm back. You nodded. He brushed the loose hair behind your ear and smiled. He wrapped his bulky arms around you and you returned the gesture.

    "Thanks for making me feel better," You muttered into his shoulder. "You should do the same for Harry. I don't think he wants to see me right now,"

This is my warnings from my Welcome page on Wattpad before you read; the casting + their photos need to be viewed through Wattpad due to me passing Tumblr's photo limit per post.

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Hello! Welcome to my new Harry Styles fanfic! - this is my first time writing a Harry fanfic since 2016, so honestly wish us all luck lol

This story will contain smut! - if you're uncomfortable with that, there will be warnings at the start of each chapter. 

I'm pretty warning heavy if needed, so if anything comes up that I'm aware of being triggering, I will put a disclaimer - if you find anything that I missed that should be a warning, feel free to comment! - I won't put a warning for "fat" comments due to they're not meant to come across has harmful or hateful - Delaney is plus sized and she is aware of that. Jokes get made, insecurities are shown but none of it is supposed to come across in a negative way. If those things are triggering, it should be very sparse due to I'm trying to write a confident plus sized character! 

Comment's Harry makes are never intended to be hurtful! He comes from a good place, it just all comes out wrong! <3

For those who came from the dadrry tag - it isn't immediate, but it's there!

This story contains lbgtqia characters, POC characters & plus sized characters - hate speech is not allowed, your comments will be deleted and you will be blocked. This story is a safe + loving environment for all! 

This story contains swearing! (I can't help myself I'm sorry lol)

Last prewarning, I write slow burn! - they will not be dating immediately nor having sex right away! I like writing the build up and edging in my writing, if that is something that bothers you, this book probably isn't for you! - Because it is forced proximity, they are always together and it doesn't take a million years lol they just won't be together by the 5th chapter unlike other books.

Tropes:

Rancher!Harryxplussized!OC ??

Grumpyxsunshine 

dadrry/grandparry 👀 - Harry is only 28/29! You'll understand later lol

Forced Proximity 

She falls first x he falls harder

The most important for anyone who doesn't want to see the full cast, is our MC (Main Character)

Here is Delaney! Also known as "Lane/Laney" by close friends + family

Lucas cut in, his voice sharp. "Think you're being clever, do you? Breaking up something real like that? Well, here's the truth—Harry's head wasn't turned at all. You're just causing drama for the sake of it."

Sophia’s calm façade cracked slightly as she glanced around at the glares from the group. “Why are you all acting like I’ve committed a crime? It’s a game.”

“No, it’s people’s feelings,” Chloe spat. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Meanwhile, Harry moved toward Y/N, who was still seated on the bench, her face pale but composed. He crouched down in front of her, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch her.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I swear to you, this wasn’t what I wanted. I told her I didn’t—”

“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice steady but quiet. She looked at him, her eyes filled with shock rather than anger. “I know it wasn’t you. I’m not mad at you.”

His shoulders sagged in relief, but guilt still lingered in his expression. “You believe me?”

“I do,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t see this coming. I don’t even know what to think right now.”

Harry nodded, his hands finally reaching for hers. “We’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not giving up on us.”

Their conversation was cut short by Chloe’s sharp voice. “Oi, Sophia, if you think you’re getting away with this, think again!”

The group had fully turned against Sophia now. Even Max, who often stayed out of the drama, shook his head. “You crossed a line, Sophia. There’s no coming back from this.”

Ian’s voice cut through the chaos in his usual dry tone. “Well, Sophia’s big move didn’t quite land the way she thought it would. It’s like trying to light a sparkler in a hurricane—good luck with that, love.”

Sophia, realizing she was completely outnumbered, huffed and walked off toward the villa, her heels clicking sharply against the stone.

The group began to disperse, but the damage had been done. Y/N was left sitting by the fire pit, Harry by her side, both of them processing the night’s events. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice low.

“You’re not leaving. I won’t let that happen.”

Y/N gave him a small smile, though her eyes still betrayed her nerves. “Let’s just see what tomorrow brings.”

The makeup room hummed with quiet activity as the girls trickled in one by one. Chloe immediately grabbed Y/N's hand and guided her to the chair in front of the mirror. "Sit, babe. You need to take a breath for a second."

Amber grabbed a tissue from the counter and handed it to Y/N, her tone soft but firm. “You’ve been holding it together all night. You don’t have to do that here.”

Y/N tried to muster a smile, but the lump in her throat made it impossible. The moment she looked up at the girls—Chloe, Amber, and the others all standing around her, their faces full of concern—it hit her like a wave. Everything. The recoupling, Sophia’s betrayal, the looming uncertainty about her place in the villa. It was too much.

“I—” Her voice cracked, and she looked down, shaking her head. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Chloe said gently, crouching beside her. “And that’s okay. We’re here for you.”

At that, Y/N’s walls crumbled. Tears spilled over her cheeks as she finally let herself feel everything. Chloe wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly while Amber rubbed her back.

“I just… I don’t understand,” Y/N sobbed. “I might be leaving tomorrow, and it’s just—it’s too much.”

“She’s a snake, that’s why,” Amber said firmly. “She doesn’t care about anyone but herself, and we all see it. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Exactly,” Chloe agreed. “You’re not leaving, okay? We won’t let that happen.”

Lila piped up from across the room, her tone warm. “You’re one of the strongest girls here, Y/N. Everyone knows it. And Harry? He’s mad about you. Don’t let Sophia’s petty little game make you doubt that.”

“She’s jealous,” Amber added. “That’s all this is. She’s jealous of you, your connection with Harry, everything. And if she thinks this stunt is going to get her what she wants, she’s in for a rude awakening.”

Y/N sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. “It’s just… overwhelming, you know? I didn’t expect any of this.”

“We know,” Chloe said softly. “But you’re not alone, babe. We’ve got you.”

The girls nodded in unison, each offering words of comfort and solidarity. The energy in the room shifted, transforming it into a safe space where Y/N could release her emotions without judgment.

“Thanks, guys,” Y/N said finally, her voice still shaky but steadier than before. “I don’t know what I’d do without you lot.”

As Y/N finished wiping her eyes, her soft smile still lingering, the door to the makeup room creaked open. The girls instinctively straightened, their chatter halting as Sophia walked in, arm-in-arm with Georgia. The room’s atmosphere shifted in an instant, the warmth replaced by a chill of unease.

Chloe raised an eyebrow, muttering under her breath, “Oh, here we go…”

Sophia’s confident smirk didn’t waver as she glanced around the room. Her gaze settled on Y/N for a fraction longer than necessary, and the tension became palpable. Georgia, whose posture mirrored Sophia’s smugness, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable but clearly siding with her newfound ally.

Amber let out a low scoff, folding her arms. “Guess snakes travel in pairs now.”

Sophia’s smirk widened. “Don’t stop on our account, girls. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

Chloe took a deliberate step forward, her chin raised. “Friends? You’re joking, right? Because the last time I checked, friends don’t throw each other under the bus for a lad.”

“Ah, Chloe.” Sophia’s tone was mock-sweet, her smile sharp. “Always the loudest in the room, aren’t you?”

“Better than being the most desperate,” Chloe shot back without missing a beat.

Georgia, stepping further into the room, chuckled dryly. “You lot are acting like Sophia’s the villain when she’s just doing what the game’s about. Recoupling, yeah? Isn’t that the point?”

Amber stood up, her glare cutting through the tension. “There’s a difference between playing the game and playing dirty, Georgia. But I wouldn’t expect you to know the difference.”

Sophia raised a hand, feigning innocence. “Alright, let’s not make this a whole thing. I came in to grab my gloss, not to start World War Three.”

Her gaze flicked to Y/N again, this time sharper. “You alright, Y/N? Looked like you were having a little moment there.”

Y/N didn’t flinch. She sat a little straighter, her expression calm despite the anger bubbling beneath her surface. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

The girls around her bristled, ready to jump in, but Y/N’s steady demeanor seemed to hold them back. It was Chloe who finally broke the silence.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve walking in here after the shit you’ve pulled, Sophia.”

Sophia rolled her eyes, grabbing her gloss from the counter. “Oh, give it a rest, Chloe. You’d do the same if you were in my shoes.”

“Thing is, I’d never be in your shoes,” Chloe snapped. “Because I’ve got a thing called loyalty.”

Sophia let out a low laugh, linking her arm with Georgia’s again as she turned toward the door. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.”

As the pair left the room, Georgia glanced back with a smirk. “Have fun licking your wounds.”

The door closed behind them, leaving the room heavy with silence.

Amber exhaled sharply. “I swear, if looks could kill…”

Chloe turned to Y/N, her voice softer now. “You okay, babe?”

Y/N nodded, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Yeah. Let them have their moment. It won’t last.”

Amber stepped closer, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Damn right it won’t. We’ve got your back.”

Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, her resolve hardening. “Good,” she said, her voice steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, well, well. Looks like things in the villa have hit boiling point, and we’re not just talking about the Spanish sun. Sophia and Georgia, arm-in-arm, marching into the makeup room like two villains in a budget action movie? Iconic. But let’s be honest—Y/N’s calm clap-back was the real power move here”

The villa had a strange, tense quietness about it as the Islanders wound down for the night. The usual chatter and laughter had been replaced with hushed whispers and awkward glances. In the shared bathroom, Harry stood at the sink, brushing his teeth with slow, deliberate motions. His mind raced, replaying the chaos of the evening, especially the image of Y/N's face when Sophia made her bold move.

He spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth as he leaned on the counter, staring at his reflection. The weight of the drama was heavy on his chest, but there was only one thought in his mind: he couldn’t let Sophia dictate his actions—or his feelings.

Walking into the dimly lit bedroom, Harry spotted the bed he now technically shared with Sophia. She was already lying there, her hair fanned out over the pillow and a coy smile on her lips as she propped herself up on one elbow.

“Hey,” she greeted softly, her tone intentionally sweet. “Finally decided to join me?”

Harry didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached for the pillow beside her, tugging it out from under the covers.

“What are you doing?” Sophia asked, her voice sharper now, but still attempting to stay light.

Harry straightened up, clutching the pillow in his hand. His jaw tightened as he looked down at her. “I’m sleeping somewhere else tonight.”

Sophia’s smile faltered, and she sat up fully. “Harry, come on. We’ve got to share this bed. It’s part of the rules.”

“I’m not breaking any rules by sleeping somewhere else,” he replied calmly but firmly. “And let’s not pretend this situation is normal, Sophia.”

Sophia tilted her head, her tone shifting to one of mock innocence. “You’re acting like I forced you into something. This is what the game is about—recoupling. If Y/N can’t handle it—”

Harry cut her off, his voice low but filled with warning. “Don’t bring her into this. Y/N’s not the problem here, Sophia.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t push further.

Across the room, Chloe gave Y/N a look of encouragement, whispering, "Go after him."

Without hesitating, Y/N threw back the covers, slipped on her slippers, and quietly followed Harry out of the room. The dimly lit hallway led her to the common room, where she found him lying on the long couch, his arm draped over his eyes.

She stopped in the doorway, hesitating for just a moment. The sight of him there—alone, clearly grappling with everything that had happened—made her chest ache.

“Harry,” she said softly, stepping into the room.

He shifted slightly, lowering his arm to look at her. “Hey” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

She walked closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. “Why are you out here?”

Harry let out a small sigh, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t stay in there. Not with her.” He paused, meeting her eyes. “I just… I couldn’t.”

Y/N bit her lip, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her pajama top. “You didn’t have to leave your bed, Harry. It’s your spot now. You shouldn’t have to—”

“I’m not staying in a bed with someone I don’t want to be with,” he interrupted firmly. His gaze softened as he looked at her. “I’m not giving her what she wants, Y/N. She can choose me, but she can’t make me care.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, but she quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the overwhelming guilt and sadness she felt for him. Without thinking, she sat down on the edge of the couch beside him.

“You didn’t deserve any of this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I hate that this is happening.”

Harry reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “You think I care about any of it? The only thing I care about is you.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, but Y/N didn’t want to ruin the moment by overthinking it.

“Come here,” Harry said softly, pulling her gently toward him.

His free hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering as his fingers brushed against her cheek. “Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he murmured. “Not with us.”

His words were simple, but the sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. Y/N searched his face, looking for any trace of doubt, but all she found was a steady, unwavering gaze that seemed to anchor her in place.

“You say that,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “but I’m scared, Harry. What if—”

Harry cut her off by leaning closer, his forehead resting against hers. “Stop,” he said softly. “Stop doubting this. Stop doubting me.”

Y/N closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of him—fresh and warm, comforting in a way that made her feel safe.

“Every time I look at you,” Harry continued, his voice a low rumble, “I know exactly what I want. You. It’s always been you.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as Harry’s hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer.

Y/N melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as their kiss grew more fervent, more desperate. It was as if all the tension and uncertainty of the day had boiled over, leaving nothing but raw emotion in its wake.

Harry's lips trailed down her neck, each kiss sending electric shivers down her spine. Y/N's fingers dug into his shoulders as he found that sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. The world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the heat between them, the way his hands traced fire across her skin, and the intoxicating rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.

"You drive me crazy," Harry whispered against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His hands tangled in her hair as he claimed her lips again in a kiss that made her toes curl and her mind go beautifully blank. In that moment, all the drama of the villa melted away—there was only this, only them, wrapped up in each other on the common room couch.

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He sighed, running a hand through his hair, tugging slightly as if that would somehow untangle the mess in his mind. Sophia’s laugh from the garden echoed faintly through the villa, and his stomach churned. He liked her energy, her confidence. But the guilt that came with thinking about her when Y/N’s face kept flashing in his mind was unbearable.

And Y/N… She was everything he wanted. Except he didn’t know if she wanted him in the same way. Not really. Her guardedness, her hesitance in showing her feelings publicly, gnawed at him. It felt like she was holding back, and it made him question everything. Was she scared? Or just not as into him as he was into her?

He leaned back against the headboard, eyes closing briefly as he exhaled deeply. It was strange—he felt drained in a way he couldn’t fully explain. Being in this villa, surrounded by people constantly, was supposed to be exciting, fun, and carefree. Instead, it felt like he was carrying the weight of two different versions of himself: the one who wanted to let go and the one who couldn’t stop thinking about what he might lose if he did.

The door creaked open softly, and Harry glanced up to see Sophia stepping in. Her small smile was warm but carried a hint of curiosity. She walked toward him slowly, hands clasped behind her back.

“Thought I’d find you in here,” she said, her voice light but purposeful. “Everyone’s outside. It’s a bit of a vibe.”

Harry forced a smile. “Needed some space.”

Sophia tilted her head, her eyes scanning his face. “Heavy day?”

“You could say that,” he replied, leaning back against the headboard.

Sophia took a step closer, perching on the bed opposite him. “Well, if you’re looking for something to take your mind off it, I was thinking… maybe you’d want to sleep outside with me tonight?”

Her tone was casual, but her intent was clear. The corners of her mouth lifted in an inviting smile as she waited for his response.

Harry’s heart skipped a beat. He knew this moment was coming; he’d felt it brewing all day. And yet, faced with it, the words caught in his throat. Finally, he managed a smile, soft but apologetic, and shook his head.

“I appreciate the offer,” he started, his tone careful. “But I think I’m going to stay in here tonight. ”

The change in Sophia’s expression was subtle but sharp. Her smile faltered, her eyes narrowing just slightly. “With Y/N?” she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Harry nodded, feeling the weight of his decision in the air between them. “Yeah. I just… I need to sort things out with her.”

Sophia’s posture stiffened, and she let out a dry laugh. “Wow. So, after everything today, you’re still chasing her?”

“It’s not about chasing,” Harry said quickly, his voice firm but not unkind. “It’s about what feels right. And I owe it to her—to us—to figure that out.”

Sophia crossed her arms, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know what, Harry? Maybe you should figure it out. Because right now, it feels like you’re just stringing people along.”

Harry flinched at her words but didn’t argue. Instead, he exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry if it feels that way. That’s not my intention, Sophia. I think you’re amazing. But my head’s a mess, and I can’t give you what you deserve while I’m still working out what I want.”

Sophia stood, her movements sharp. “Right. Well, good luck figuring it out. Hope she’s worth it.”

Without another word, she turned and walked out, leaving Harry alone once again. He leaned forward, running his hands through his hair and letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

“Great job, Harry,” he muttered to himself. “One more bridge burned.”

“Ah, poor Harry. Torn between two beauties and about as decisive as a toddler choosing an ice cream flavour. Don’t worry, mate, I’m sure this will definitely work out well for you. Or not.”

Y/N stepped in softly, already dressed in her pyjamas: an oversized shirt and comfortable shorts. Her face was bare, her hair tied loosely back, and a slight crease of uncertainty lined her brow. She wasn’t sure how to approach Harry, especially after the game earlier and everything that followed.

Harry was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, though his gaze flickered toward her briefly as she entered. He didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The lights were still on, casting a warm glow across the room, highlighting the neatly made beds of those who hadn’t yet retired for the night.

Y/N moved to her side of the bed, placing her water bottle on the nightstand before sitting down. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she uncapped the bottle and took one last sip. For a moment, she simply sat there, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

Then, without a word, she slid under the covers, turning onto her side to face the wall. She curled up slightly, pulling the duvet up to her shoulders, her breathing slow and steady as she stared into the soft light of the room.

Harry shifted, lying on his side but with his back to her. He had hoped she might say something, even something small—an olive branch, a sign that she wanted to bridge the gap between them. But her quiet, distant demeanor said otherwise.

He exhaled silently, the weight of the day pressing heavier on him now that they were so close yet felt so far apart.

The unspoken tension hung between them like a thread stretched taut, fragile and fraying at the edges.

The tension in the room shifted suddenly as Harry felt her arms wrap around his torso from behind. The warmth of her embrace caught him off guard, making him still for a moment. Her cold feet brushed against his thigh, sending a sharp contrast through his skin, and he shivered involuntarily.

Her breath, soft and warm, tickled the nape of his neck, and before he could even process what was happening, she pressed a gentle kiss just under his ear. The sensation sent a jolt through him, her touch tender yet charged with unspoken emotion. Her arms tightened around him as if she didn’t want him slipping away—not tonight.

Harry’s heart raced, his mind struggling to catch up with his body’s reaction. It was intimate, more than he expected, and far more than he thought she’d allow herself to give after the events of the day.

His hand instinctively moved to hers, resting over the warmth of her grip. His fingers intertwined with hers for a brief moment, grounding him in the moment.

He turned his head slightly, his voice soft. “Y/N?”

She didn’t answer, only pressing closer, her face near his shoulder.

Harry exhaled, letting himself relax into the moment before gently shifting. Slowly, he turned around to face her, their eyes meeting in the dimly lit room. Her face was close, her expression vulnerable, a mix of hesitation and longing.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, no words exchanged but everything they needed to say hanging in the space between them. Harry’s hand moved up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering against her cheek.

“Is this real?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, her forehead resting lightly against his, her breaths mingling with his. It was intimate, unguarded, and for the first time in days, it felt like they were finally on the same page—even if they hadn’t spoken a word.

Y/N’s voice was barely audible as she whispered, her lips close to his ear. “I don’t want to argue or fight anymore.”

Harry felt his chest tighten at the vulnerability in her tone. He nodded, his own voice soft but firm. “Neither do I. I hate conflict. Especially with you.”

She hesitated, her fingers brushing against his chest as if gathering courage. Her heartbeat seemed to echo in her ears, but she pressed on. “I like you, Harry. Too much to let anyone snatch you away in three days—not when we haven’t even given ourselves a proper chance.”

Her words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. Harry’s lips curved into a smile, small but genuine, as he searched her eyes for any trace of doubt. “Do you really feel something for me?” he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips despite her nerves. “Do you seriously doubt it?”

Harry didn’t respond immediately, his silence speaking volumes. Y/N’s gaze softened as she scooted closer, the space between them disappearing. Her hand rested lightly against his cheek, grounding him in the moment.

“I don’t ever want you to hesitate, Harry,” she murmured, her tone gentle but resolute. “Not about me. Not about us.”

Her words hit him like a wave, washing away the doubts and confusion he’d been wrestling with. Harry’s hand covered hers, pressing it against his cheek as he leaned into her touch. His eyes searched hers, seeing nothing but sincerity and determination.

“I won’t,” he promised quietly, the weight of her words settling in his chest. “Not anymore.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile, and for the first time in what felt like days, the tension between them seemed to dissolve. She rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the shared quiet of the room.

The sound of laughter and footsteps signaled the return of the other Islanders, their chatter filling the shared bedroom as they trickled in to wind down for the night. Harry glanced toward the door, his eyes darting back to Y/N’s as a cheeky grin tugged at his lips. Without a word, he grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it up over both their heads, creating a cocoon of privacy amidst the chaos.

“Real subtle, Harry,” Y/N whispered, her voice laced with amusement as she stifled a giggle.

“Just trying to save us from the peanut gallery,” Harry muttered, though there was a playful twinkle in his eyes.

The muffled voices of the Islanders grew louder, and it didn’t take long before Lucas clocked the huddle under the duvet.

“Oh, what’s all this then?” Lucas called out, his tone dripping with mischief. He let out a loud wolf whistle, drawing attention from the rest of the room. “Harry and Y/N, hiding away like two lovebirds under there!”

Before either of them could respond, Lucas threw himself dramatically onto the lump beneath the duvet. The impact caused Harry to groan in mock annoyance, and Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“Get off, you prat!” Harry protested, his voice muffled by the blanket as he shoved at Lucas’s weight.

“Oi, don’t mind me!” Lucas teased, sprawling over them with exaggerated effort. “Just making sure you’re not sneaking off to the Hideaway without telling us.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Amber chimed in, “Lucas, leave ’em alone! Let them have their moment, for God’s sake.”

“Moment? They’re about to suffocate under there!” Lucas quipped, finally rolling off and collapsing onto his own bed with a cheeky grin.

Harry threw back the duvet just enough to glare at Lucas. “You’re lucky I don’t kick you out of this room, mate.”

“Love you too, pal,” Lucas replied with a wink, settling in and pulling his own duvet over himself.

Y/N shook her head, still giggling as she turned back to Harry. “You’re surrounded by absolute children.”

Harry sighed dramatically but smiled. “Tell me about it.”

Underneath the playful banter and teasing, there was a sense of ease that hadn’t been there earlier. Even in the chaos of the shared room, Harry and Y/N felt like they’d carved out a little space for themselves.

The morning sun poured into the villa, bathing the kitchen in a golden glow. The smell of sizzling eggs and toast wafted through the air as Islanders milled about, still in their pyjamas and nursing mugs of tea. Y/N was leaning against the counter, a relaxed smile on her face as she watched Harry flip a pancake with surprising precision.

“You’re getting the hang of it,” she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.

“Hang of it? I’m basically a Michelin-star chef,” Harry quipped, sliding the pancake onto a plate and passing it to her. “There you go, princess.”

The others in the kitchen exchanged knowing looks, their grins growing as Harry reached to brush flour off Y/N’s cheek.

“Oh, they’re insufferable,” Amber groaned, though she couldn’t hide her amusement.

“Leave them alone,” Lucas chimed in, pouring milk into his tea. “They’re in their honeymoon phase.”

Chloe smirked as she leaned against the counter next to Y/N. “Alright, lovebirds, enough showing off. Y/N, come have a chat with me.”

Y/N raised a brow, momentarily hesitant to leave Harry’s side, but Chloe was already pulling her by the arm toward the seating area. She shot Harry a look over her shoulder, and he gave her a playful wink before turning back to the stove.

“Alright,” Y/N said as they sat down, “what’s all this about?”

Chloe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, leaning in conspiratorially. “Okay, so… Lucas.”

Y/N’s brows shot up. “Lucas?”

“Lucas,” Chloe repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper even though the kitchen wasn’t far. “We had a bit of a moment last night. Well, not just a moment—a proper chat. He was sweet, funny… cheeky as always, but he said some things that had me thinking.”

Y/N leaned forward, intrigued. “Go on.”

Chloe grinned. “He said he’d been watching me in the challenges, and he thinks I’m the ‘dark horse’ of the villa. Can you believe that? And then—get this—he said he couldn’t stop looking at me during that Pilates session yesterday.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “No way! What did you say?”

“I told him to behave himself, obviously,” Chloe said with a dramatic eye roll, though her cheeks flushed. “But… it felt good, you know? Like, maybe he actually sees me. Not just as the ‘fun one,’ but as someone he’d be serious about.”

Y/N smiled warmly, placing a hand on Chloe’s arm. “You deserve that, Chlo. If he’s making you feel good and treating you right, then I say go for it.”

Chloe bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “Yeah, but you know me. I don’t want to get carried away and end up hurt.”

“Take your time,” Y/N advised. “Feel it out, but don’t let fear stop you. You’re amazing, and if Lucas doesn’t realise that, he’s not worth your energy.”

Chloe smiled, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “Thanks, babe. You’re a good egg, you know that?”

Y/N chuckled. “I try.”

Harry carried a tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and a couple of plates over to where Y/N was lounging by the outdoor table. Her legs were tucked underneath her, the morning sun making her skin glow. He set the tray down with a flourish.

“Breakfast, madam,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Y/N smiled, sitting up. “Thanks, chef. You didn’t spit in it, did you?”

“Only a little,” he teased, grabbing a slice of toast for himself before retreating to sit on the bean bag beside Lucas.

As Lucas muttered something about the game last night and nudged Harry, he suddenly froze. “Ah, crap,” Harry muttered, slapping his hand against his forehead.

“What now?” Lucas asked, raising a brow.

“Left the smoothies on the counter,” Harry groaned, already pushing himself up. “Be back in a sec.”

As Harry disappeared into the villa, Sophia sauntered across the garden and, with all the grace of a lion claiming its territory, plopped herself onto the bean bag Harry had just vacated.

“Morning,” she said with a saccharine smile, turning her attention directly to Y/N.

Y/N glanced up from her plate, her smile fading slightly. “Morning.”

Sophia leaned back, playing with her hair as she tilted her head. “So… I have to ask,” she started, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “What did you say to Harry last night to make him change his mind?”

Y/N paused mid-chew, swallowing before setting her fork down deliberately. “Not sure what you mean,” she said calmly.

Sophia smirked. “Oh, come on. You must’ve said something. I mean, he was all over me one second, then suddenly he’s acting like I’ve got the plague. Gotta give you credit, though—you work fast.”

Y/N leaned back in her seat, her gaze steady. “I don’t need to convince anyone to do anything, Sophia. If Harry made a choice, it’s because it’s what he wanted. Maybe that’s something you should think about.”

Sophia laughed lightly, brushing imaginary lint off her shorts. “Oh, I’m not mad. I’m actually amused. Just watching you claw to keep him when you’re usually so… what’s the word? Aloof?”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but her voice remained calm. “It’s not about clawing. When you’re confident in a connection, you don’t have to fight for it. Guess that’s why you’re so interested in what’s going on.”

The subtle jab didn’t go unnoticed. Sophia’s smile faltered for a moment before she leaned forward, her tone dropping. “You’re cute when you’re defensive. But let’s not pretend, yeah? Harry’s got options. And three days isn’t a lot of time to lock anything down. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Y/N stared at her for a moment, then smiled sweetly. “Thanks for the advice, but I think I’ll be fine. And by the way, if Harry has options, so do I.”

Before Sophia could retort, Harry returned, holding two smoothies in his hands. He stopped short, glancing between the two of them, sensing the tension. “What’s going on here?”

Sophia stood, her grin back in place as she brushed past him. “Nothing at all. Just girl talk.”

Harry frowned, watching her walk away before turning to Y/N. “Everything alright?”

Y/N smiled, taking one of the smoothies from him. “Perfect. Thanks for breakfast.”

Harry hesitated, glancing back toward Sophia before sitting beside Y/N. “She didn’t say anything, did she?”

Y/N shook her head, sipping her smoothie. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Harry’s lips quirked into a small smile as he watched her. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“And don’t you forget it,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder.

....

-> part 8

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“Y/N,” he started, his voice soft but steady. “Can we talk?”

Ah, Harry. The king of timing. Nothing like waiting until the absolute worst moment to finally address the elephant in the villa

She didn’t respond immediately, finishing with her make-up wipe before tossing it into the bin. Finally, she turned to face him, arms crossed. “Talk about what, Harry?”

He took a tentative step forward. “About today. About… everything.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her expression guarded. “Now you want to talk? After ignoring me all day?”

Harry winced, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I just… I didn’t know how to approach you.”

“Approach me?” she repeated, her tone sharp. “Harry, you’re my partner. We’re supposed to be in this together. And yet, you’re off entertaining Sophia while I’m left wondering where we stand.”

“It wasn’t like that,” he said quickly, his voice rising slightly. “She asked me to go on the date. I didn’t have a choice.”

“And after the date?” Y/N shot back. “Did you have a choice then? Because you chose not to come talk to me. You chose to avoid me, Harry.”

He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “You’re right. I should’ve come to you. I should’ve explained everything, but I was… scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of making things worse,” he admitted. “I knew you were upset, and I thought if I gave you space, it might help. Clearly, I was wrong.”

Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, though her stance remained firm. “You can’t just shut me out, Harry. That’s not how this works. If we’re going to survive in here, we need to communicate. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

He nodded, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. “You’re right. I messed up, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel ignored or unimportant because you’re not. You’re the only one I care about in here, Y/N.”

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of insincerity but finding none. Slowly, her arms uncrossed, and she let out a sigh. “Do you like her, Harry?” she asked suddenly, her tone firm. “And I mean be straight with me. No bullshit.”

Harry froze, his eyes darting away as he hesitated. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted after a long pause. “I like spending time with you, Y/N. But I… I guess I just want to keep my options open for now.”

“Ah, the classic ‘keep my options open.’ Translation: I like you but not enough to close the shop.”

Her expression faltered for a moment, the bluntness of his words cutting deeper than she expected. She straightened, her walls going up again. “Right. Well, thanks for being honest, I suppose,” she said, her voice quieter but edged with hurt. “But don’t expect me to wait around while you figure out your options, Harry. I’m not a backup plan.”

“Backup plan? Y/N isn’t even the plan—she’s the main event, Harry!”

Harry’s face fell. “Y/N, it’s not like that—”

“Then what is it like?” she interrupted, meeting his gaze with a steely resolve. “Because right now, it feels like I’m the one doing all the work to keep this going. And if you’re not all in, maybe we’re wasting our time.”

Harry opened his mouth to respond but faltered, unable to find the right words. Y/N shook her head, turning back to the mirror. “You know where I stand. Prove to me that I’m wrong about you, Harry. Otherwise, don’t bother.”

For the first time that day, Harry didn’t know what to say.

The next morning, Y/N and Chloe were sprawled out on yoga mats on the villa terrace, catching their breath after finishing a Pilates YouTube video. The sun bathed the terrace in a warm glow, and the faint sound of birds chirping added to the calmness of the scene. Y/N wiped her forehead with a towel, her expression distant.

“Nothing like a bit of Pilates to stretch the legs and spill the tea.”

Chloe noticed immediately. “Alright, spill. You’ve been quiet all morning. What’s going on?”

Y/N sighed, sitting up and crossing her legs. “It’s Harry,” she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. “Last night, we had a chat. I asked him straight up if he liked Sophia, and do you know what he said?”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“He said he wants to keep his options open,” Y/N said, her voice cracking slightly. “I mean, what am I supposed to do with that? I feel like an idiot for even caring at this point.”

Chloe sat up, her face serious. “Y/N, listen to me. You cannot let him see you sweat. If he wants to keep his options open, fine. Let him. But you need to act like you couldn’t care less about him or Sophia.”

Y/N frowned. “Easier said than done. I don’t know if I can just switch off how I feel.”

“You don’t have to switch it off,” Chloe said, her tone firm but encouraging. “You just have to fake it for now. Trust me, guys like Harry hate feeling like they don’t have control. If you act unbothered, it’ll throw him off completely. And in the meantime, you’ll give yourself space to figure out what you actually want.”

“Chloe, handing out advice like smoothies. And she’s not wrong. Nothing shakes a lad like a girl who’s unbothered.”

Y/N bit her lip, considering Chloe’s words. “So, what? Just pretend like I don’t care?”

Chloe nodded. “Exactly. Smile, laugh, chat with everyone else, and don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you upset. Time will do the rest.”

A small smile broke through Y/N’s conflicted expression. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” Chloe admitted with a grin. “You’ve got this.”

Y/N took a deep breath, the weight on her chest feeling slightly lighter. “Alright. Let’s see how unbothered I can be.”

Chloe laughed, nudging her playfully. “That’s the spirit. Now, how about we reward ourselves with a smoothie?”

Harry stood at the kitchen counter, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. The morning sun streamed through the villa’s glass doors, casting a warm glow over the open-plan space. Lucas joined him, rubbing sleep from his eyes and grabbing a mug from the cupboard.

“Nothing like a cuppa first thing,” Lucas muttered, pouring hot water into his mug. He turned, leaning against the counter, and nodded toward the terrace where Y/N and Chloe were mid-stretch, their workout mats rolled out on the tiled floor. “Well, they’re looking pretty good this morning, aren’t they?”

Harry chuckled, taking a sip of his tea. “Yeah, they’re putting in the work, that’s for sure.”

Lucas tilted his head, watching Chloe as she effortlessly moved through a set of lunges. “Chloe’s got some legs on her, mate. Proper strong. Bet she could kick a ball further than me.”

Harry snorted. “Wouldn’t be hard. Your kick’s shocking.”

Lucas smirked but didn’t argue, his eyes still on Chloe. “Fair play, though. She’s got this, like, natural confidence about her. Proper attractive, you know?”

Harry raised an eyebrow, hiding a grin behind his mug. “You’ve got it bad, haven’t you?”

“What can I say?” Lucas replied with a shrug, setting his mug down. “Anyway, enough about me. Did you sort things out with Y/N last night?”

Harry’s smile faltered, and he stared into his tea as if the answers might be swirling in the cup. “We talked,” he said slowly.

Lucas’s eyebrows shot up. “And? What happened?”

“She’s not happy, mate,” Harry admitted, leaning against the counter. “Asked me straight up if I liked Sophia. Told her I wanted to keep my options open.”

Lucas groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh, Harry. Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth,” Harry said defensively. “I don’t want to lead her on if I’m not sure.”

“Right, but you’re not exactly making it easy for yourself, are you?” Lucas countered. “Y/N’s not the type to just sit around and wait for you to make up your mind. If anything, she’ll use this as fuel to move on.”

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. Chloe’s probably in her ear right now, telling her to forget about me.”

Lucas glanced back at the terrace, where Chloe and Y/N were laughing between stretches. “If she’s smart, she’ll listen. Chloe doesn’t mess about.”

Harry’s jaw tightened as he looked out at Y/N. She was glowing in the morning light, her hair pulled back and her smile wide as she joked with Chloe. “I just… I don’t know what to do, mate. I like her, but Sophia… she’s got this vibe, you know? Makes me wonder what else is out there.”

Lucas shook his head. “You’re playing with fire. If you’re not careful, you’re going to lose Y/N and not even get a chance with Sophia. Girls talk, mate. And no one likes a bloke who can’t make up his mind.”

Harry didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on Y/N as she stretched her arms above her head. The thought of her pulling away, of her laughter directed at someone else, left a sour taste in his mouth. He took another sip of tea, trying to shake the feeling.

“You’ve got to figure it out, Harry,” Lucas said, his tone serious. “Because right now, you’re playing a game you might not win.”

The sun blazed down on the villa as the Islanders gathered on the lawn, coffee cups in hand and nerves bubbling under the surface. In the center of the garden stood a brightly colored spinning wheel, its glossy paint glinting in the sunlight like a harbinger of chaos. The air hummed with a mix of anticipation and dread.

Y/N adjusted her sunglasses, leaning back lazily as Chloe leaned closer.

“I’m telling you now, this game is going to start World War Three,” Chloe muttered, her tone low but laced with amusement.

Y/N let out a small laugh, though her stomach was already knotting. Across the lawn, Harry was lounging on the beanbags, his body sprawled out casually as Sophia leaned in close, whispering something in his ear that made him grin.

“It’s 10 a.m., and the Islanders are already sweating. Not from the heat, though—oh no. This morning, we’ve gifted them a little something we like to call Lips Don’t Lie. Because nothing says ‘good morning’ like breaking hearts before brunch!”

“Here’s the deal: spin the wheel, land on ‘Snog,’ ‘Spill,’ or ‘Steal.’ Kiss someone, confess your darkest secret, or swipe a kiss from another Islander’s partner. Oh, and there’s a lovely stack of truths in those envelopes, just in case things weren’t messy enough.”

“Alright, Y/N,” Lucas called out with a cheeky grin. “You’re up first!”

The group erupted into chants, and Y/N stood, her shoulders squared as she approached the wheel. The handle felt cold under her fingertips as she spun it sharply, the clattering sound making her heart race.

It landed on ‘Spill.’

“Easy one to start with,” Chloe teased.

Lucas, practically vibrating with excitement, grabbed an envelope. “Alright, Y/N,” he said, his grin devilish. “If you had to recouple with someone other than Harry, who would it be?”

The crowd fell silent, all eyes on Y/N. She felt Harry’s gaze burning into her, but she kept her expression cool.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, dragging it out. “Hmm… Lucas,” she said finally, turning to him with a sly smile. “You always know how to make me laugh.”

Laughter rippled through the group as Lucas dramatically clutched his chest. “My dream finally comes true.”

“Y/N keeping it light and breezy. But don’t worry, Harry—Lucas is just here for the bants. Or is he?”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his mug of tea now forgotten on the table beside him.

“Your turn, mate!” Callum called, his grin wide.

Harry stood, brushing off invisible lint from his shorts before giving the wheel a forceful spin. When it landed on ‘Snog,’ the group erupted with cheers and whistles.

Sophia’s eyes lit up before Harry even moved. Without a moment’s hesitation, he crossed the garden and kissed her, slow enough to make the others holler in delight.

Y/N felt Chloe nudge her hard. “Don’t react,” Chloe hissed. “He’s doing it to get a rise out of you.”

Y/N tilted her head, feigning indifference. “Couldn’t care less,” she said smoothly, though her nails dug into her palms.

“Oh, Harry. If this were chess, you’d be playing checkers. Y/N? Ice cold.”

Sophia’s turn was next, and the wheel landed on ‘Spill.’ She sauntered over to the stack of envelopes, picking one like it held her winning lottery numbers.

Tom read aloud, “Sophia, who do you think is your biggest competition in the villa?”

Sophia smirked, her gaze drifting lazily over the girls before landing squarely on Y/N.

“Y/N,” she said confidently. “She’s stunning, and, let’s face it, everyone seems to fancy her.”

The group erupted with laughter and gasps, while Y/N shot Sophia a sweet, unfazed smile. “Aw, thanks, babe,” she said lightly.

“Sophia, dishing out backhanded compliments like cocktails. But let’s be honest, she’s right. Y/N’s still the main event.”

Max spun the wheel next, landing on ‘Snog.’ Without missing a beat, he turned to Y/N. “Sorry, Harry,” he said with a mischievous grin before kissing her, lingering just long enough to turn the group rowdy.

When Y/N sat back down, Chloe clapped her on the back. “Legend.”

Harry’s expression didn’t flinch, but his eyes burned into Y/N’s as she casually sipped her water.

Finally, Tom pulled an envelope from the truth pile, holding it up dramatically. “Time for a big one!” he announced.

The group quieted as Tom read aloud, “One Islander confessed: ‘I still think about kissing Y/N.’”

The garden froze.

Amber’s mouth dropped. “Who said that?!”

The boys erupted into teasing accusations, whistles flying as Lucas turned to Harry with a smirk. “C’mon, mate. You’ve got guilty written all over your face.”

Harry’s jaw tightened as he glared at Lucas. “Didn’t hear my name, did you?”

“Oh, Harry. Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, and your face says it all.”

Chloe leaned into Y/N’s ear, whispering, “You’ve got him rattled.”

Y/N shrugged, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Not my problem.”

“Whew, what a morning! Secrets revealed, kisses stolen, and Harry’s mood hitting boiling point. And we haven’t even had lunch yet. Buckle up, folks—this villa’s about to erupt.”

The villa was quiet after the chaos of the game, with most of the Islanders scattered in their own corners, trying to digest the truths and dares that had been laid bare. Y/N was perched on the edge of the terrace, her foot tapping against the ground as her mind replayed every moment of the game—Harry’s snog with Sophia, the truth bomb about someone still thinking of kissing her, and the way Harry’s eyes had burned into her the entire time.

She heard footsteps approaching and sighed. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Not now, Harry,” she muttered, her tone tired but edged with annoyance.

“Yeah, well, I think now’s the perfect time,” Harry said, his voice low but charged. He moved closer, stopping just a step behind her.

Y/N whipped around, her frustration spilling over. “What do you want, Harry? Haven’t you had enough fun for one day?”

His jaw tensed. “I came to talk because clearly, we need to. But if you’re going to start throwing digs, I can walk right back out.”

“Oh, how generous of you,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “Do you want a medal for gracing me with your presence after ignoring me all day? Or is this just damage control because you know how bad you looked out there?”

Harry’s brows knitted together, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re acting like I’m the only one who played the game! What about you? Max kissed you, and you didn’t seem too bothered about that.”

“Don’t you dare,” Y/N said, stepping closer as her voice dropped dangerously. “Max kissed me because you made it very clear where you stand today. I didn’t ask for it, but I wasn’t about to stop him just to protect your fragile ego.”

“Fragile ego?” Harry repeated, his voice rising. “Do you even hear yourself right now? You’re the one who’s been sulking and throwing me daggers all day, acting like I’ve done something unforgivable when all I did was follow the rules of a stupid game!”

“Stupid game?” she fired back, her tone cutting. “So kissing Sophia—grabbing her like you couldn’t wait to get your hands on her—that was just for the rules? Funny how you didn’t hesitate even for a second.”

Harry took a step closer, their faces now inches apart. “And what about you, huh? Smiling and laughing with Max like you were enjoying every second of it? Don’t act like you’re above playing games, Y/N.”

Her heart was pounding, her anger mixing with something else entirely—something she didn’t want to name. “You don’t get it, do you?” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “I didn’t want to play any games. I just wanted to feel like you cared. Like I wasn’t just… replaceable.”

Harry’s expression softened for a moment, but the tension between them was still thick. “You’re not replaceable,” he said, his voice quieter but no less intense. “You think I don’t care about you? I can’t even look at you without losing my head, Y/N. And yeah, I messed up today, but don’t for a second think that means I don’t want you.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the rawness in his voice. “Then why—”

Before she could finish, Harry reached out, cupping her face in his hands and pulling her into a kiss. It wasn’t soft or tentative—it was full of all the anger, frustration, and desire that had been constructing between them.

For a second, she resisted, her hands pushing lightly against his chest, but then she gave in, gripping his shirt as she kissed him back with equal intensity.

The world seemed to blur around them, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the faint hum of the villa in the distance. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing hard, their foreheads resting against each other.

“That’s why,” Harry said, his voice rough.

Y/N swallowed, her emotions a whirlwind. “This doesn’t fix anything,” she whispered, though her hands were still clutching his shirt.

“I know,” he replied, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “But it’s the truth.”

She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. “Then prove it, Harry. Because I’m not doing this halfway.”

He nodded, his gaze steady. “I will.”

As the distant chatter of the other Islanders drifted toward them, Y/N stepped back, her walls slowly rebuilding. “Good,” she said quietly before turning and walking back inside, leaving Harry standing there, watching her go.

“Well, if we were playing ‘Lips Don’t Lie,’ those two just failed spectacularly. But will Harry make good on his promise, or is Y/N setting herself up for more heartbreak? Stay tuned, folks. It’s about to get messy.”

-> part 7

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She reached up, brushing a stray curl from his forehead, and that was all it took. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep but locking onto her immediately. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face.

“Mornin’,” he murmured, voice thick and gravelly.

Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest. “Morning.”

Harry exhaled deeply, stretching slightly but keeping her close. “You stayed.”

Her lips twitched. “You think I was gonna leave you after everything?”

His hand slid up her back, fingertips tracing light patterns against her skin. “Would’ve chased after you if you did.”

She laughed softly, but there was something deeper behind her smile—something warm and real.

The moment was too perfect to ruin with words, so she didn’t say anything, just nestled closer, pressing her cheek to his chest as his arms tightened around her.

For a while, they just lay there, wrapped up in the quiet of the morning, pretending the rest of the villa didn’t exist.

But, of course, the villa always found a way to interrupt.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Lucas muttered as he sat up on the other couch, rubbing his face. “Some of us were tryna sleep without being blinded by all this romance, yeah?”

Y/N let out a small laugh, burying her face in Harry’s chest as he threw a pillow at Lucas. “You’re just bitter ‘cause no one wants to cuddle you, mate.”

Lucas smirked. “Oh, don’t worry about me, bro. I was plenty warm last night.”

Before anyone could question him, another phone buzzed, followed by a loud, high-pitched gasp.

All heads turned toward the villa entrance, where Sophia stood, holding her phone in both hands. A smug smile played on her lips as she looked around at the Islanders, letting the suspense build.

Then, in the most dramatic voice possible, she read aloud:

"Islanders, it’s time for a dumping. The girl with the most votes at the end of today… will be leaving the villa immediately."

The room went silent.

Y/N’s stomach clenched.

Harry’s grip on her tightened.

Ian’s voice, as always, broke the tension:

"Welp, looks like somebody’s about to get their suitcase packed. But the real question is… will they be walking out alone?"

The tension in the villa was unbearable. Even as the sun shone brightly over the terrace, an ominous weight lingered in the air, pressing down on all of them. Conversations were quieter, laughter forced. No one wanted to say it out loud, but they were all thinking the same thing—someone was leaving today.

And it could be Y/N.

She sat on the sun lounger, legs curled up beneath her, staring at the infinity pool without really seeing it. Her stomach churned with nerves, a mixture of dread and helplessness settling deep in her bones.

Harry sat beside her, knee bouncing restlessly. He hadn’t let her out of his sight all morning, his protective energy tangible, even in the silence.

“Talk to me,” he finally said, voice low. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Y/N exhaled, rubbing her arms. “I don’t know. Just… thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how quickly everything can change,” she admitted. “Yesterday, we were happy. And now—” She swallowed hard. “I might be leaving.”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “No. Don’t say that.”

She turned her head to him, giving a sad smile. “We don’t know what’s going to happen, Harry. I have to be realistic.”

His brows furrowed, frustration flickering across his features. “Realistic?” He shook his head. “Sod being realistic. We’ve got something real, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “We do.”

“Then let’s focus on that.” His fingers brushed against hers, gentle but firm. “No matter what happens, we’re in this together.”

Y/N wanted to believe him. She did believe him. But the fear was still there, gnawing at her, whispering worst-case scenarios in her ear.

Before she could say anything, Chloe appeared, marching towards them with determination. “Right, enough moping. We’re not sitting around acting like she’s already gone.”

Harry smirked slightly. “That was dramatic.”

Chloe shot him a look. “Not as dramatic as you pouting like a lovesick puppy all morning.”

Y/N laughed under her breath, and Chloe grinned, pleased. “See? That’s better. No more doom and gloom. Until we get a text, we’re carrying on as normal.”

Harry nodded, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “She’s right.”

Y/N took a deep breath, pushing away the nerves. Normal. Okay. I can do normal.

She wasn’t going to let this day be ruined by fear. Not yet.

Because for now, she was still here. And she wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

The villa was still buzzing with nervous energy, but that didn’t stop production from throwing in another challenge—because why let them sit in peace when they could stir the pot instead?

The Islanders stood in their swimsuits by the pool, the sun beating down on them as the challenge setup was revealed. A giant inflatable heart sat in the middle of the garden, with a runway leading up to it. Next to it, a podium with a very smug-looking Callum, who cleared his throat before reading out the rules.

"Alright, Islanders, it’s time for a challenge that’s guaranteed to get pulses racing. Welcome to… ‘The Heat Is On!’”

The group cheered, but Y/N could already sense the impending chaos.

"Here’s how it works: Each of you will take turns pulling a card that gives you a steamy dare to complete. It could be a kiss, a sexy dance, or even revealing a juicy secret about someone in the villa. But be warned—some of these dares might land you in very hot water. Now, let’s get to it, shall we?”

Lucas immediately rubbed his hands together. “Oh, this is gonna be a madness.”

The girls took their seats on the benches while the boys stood in front of them, ready for the first dare.

Callum reached into the bowl first and pulled out a card, chuckling before her read it out loud.

"Chloe, give a lap dance to the person you fancy the most in the villa."

Chloe’s face lit up, and she immediately turned to Lucas. “Right, sit down, you.”

The Islanders erupted into cheers as Lucas plopped onto the chair, spreading his arms out smugly. “Go on then, don’t be shy.”

Chloe strutted toward him, rolling her shoulders back as she flicked her hair dramatically. The second the music kicked in, she moved, swaying her hips before dropping low between his legs. Lucas’ mouth fell open, his hands gripping his knees as Chloe ran her hands over his chest before whispering something in his ear that made his jaw go slack.

“Oi, that’s enough of that,” Callum laughed. “Get a room, you two!”

Lucas, clearly flustered, stood up, grabbed Chloe’s face, and kissed her full on the lips, pulling her close as the villa erupted in cheers.

Ian’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Well, well, well! Didn’t need a dare for that, did ya, Lucas?”

Chloe grinned as she walked back to the bench, and Y/N nudged her. “That was something.”

“Babe, I don’t do things by halves.”

Next up Callum, pulled a card and smirked before reading it aloud.

"Harry — Kiss the last person you had a dirty dream about."

The boys started hollering immediately, and Y/N felt her stomach drop as Callum handed the card to Harry.

“Oh, this is easy,” Lucas teased. “We all know who he’s picking.”

Harry shot him a warning look before turning toward Y/N. His eyes met hers, and her breath hitched.

Before she could react, Harry stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached for her waist, his fingers curling against her skin as he leaned in. The world blurred around her as his lips met hers—soft at first, almost teasing, before he deepened it, making her head spin.

Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding up to his shoulders as the cheers around them turned into a distant hum.

“Okay, okay, we get it, you fancy each other!” Amber laughed, clapping her hands.

Harry pulled away slowly, his forehead resting against Y/N’s for just a second before he stepped back. His hand lingered at her waist, his thumb brushing over her skin, and she shivered at the feeling.

Ian's voice cut in: “And here I was thinking he might pick Callum. Shocked, really.”

Callum turned to the group, barely able to contain his excitement. “Alright. The next dare is… Sophia, give the steamiest lap dance to the Islander you fancy the most.”

The villa exploded with shouts and laughter.

The reaction was instant.

“Oh, this is mad,” Callum wheezed.

Lucas howled with laughter. “This is about to be painful.”

All eyes flickered to Sophia, who plastered on a smug expression, even though everyone could see the wheels turning in her head.

For a second, she hesitated—because this was risky.

But then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, squared her shoulders, and strutted over to Harry.

Y/N, sitting cross-legged on the daybed, tensed, but she didn’t react. She didn’t need to. Because as soon as Sophia got close, Harry leaned back slightly, arms crossing over his chest.

When Sophia placed her hands on his shoulders, Harry let out a sharp laugh.

“Nah,” he said flatly, shaking his head. “I’m good, babe.”

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

Sophia froze.

The reaction from the villa was immediate—Lucas literally choked on his drink, Callum smacked his own forehead, and Amber was laughing.

Y/N felt her stomach flip at the sheer rejection on Sophia’s face.

But to her credit, Sophia recovered quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Alright,” she said breezily, flicking her hair back. “No worries.”

Then, in an attempt to save face, she turned to Callum instead.

The moment she moved towards him, Callum’s hands shot up defensively. “Nope! Keep me out of this.”

Ian’s voice cut through the villa speakers.

"Well, well, well… talk about a lap dance going horribly wrong. That’s two strikes, Sophia. Might want to cut your losses before you get a third."

Sophia forced a laugh, waving it off like she wasn’t absolutely mortified, before settling for Tom—who, to his credit, let it happen, but not without pulling the most awkward, stiff-body reaction ever.

The moment the dare was over, Sophia practically ran back to her seat.

The villa was still losing it, but Y/N couldn’t even enjoy it because all she could think about was the way Harry had shut it down instantly.

And when her eyes flickered to him, he was already looking at her.

His gaze was steady, like he wanted her to know—

There was never a choice.

It was always her.

Callum, still laughing from the madness of the game, held up his hands. “Right, right—that’s it, game over!” he announced, still grinning. “You lot need to start getting ready for tonight, and something tells me this is gonna be a big one.”

The energy shifted instantly. The challenge had been fun, full of shocking kisses, brutal rejections, and wild dares, but now? Now, the reality of the night ahead settled in.

Y/N barely heard the chatter around her as everyone began moving toward the villa. She felt the warmth of Harry’s hand brush against hers, lingering for just a second longer than necessary before he pulled away.

“Buzzing for the ceremony?” Lucas teased, slinging an arm around Chloe as they made their way inside.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Buzzing? I feel ill, mate.”

Amber groaned. “I hate the waiting. Why do they always drag it out? Just tell us who’s getting dumped and put us out of our misery.”

“No one’s getting dumped yet,” Tom said, adjusting his mic pack. “Voting’s still gotta happen.”

Y/N swallowed hard, but Chloe, ever in tune with her emotions, gave her a reassuring nudge. “Come on, babe,” she murmured. “Let’s get ready.”

As they stepped into the dressing room, the villa’s buzzing energy dulled into something heavier, something more uncertain.

The fun was over.

Tonight, everything was about to change.

The villa was alive with the sounds of everyone getting ready—hairdryers whirring, perfume being spritzed, the occasional burst of laughter or nervous chatter—but somehow, Y/N and Harry had managed to steal a moment away from it all.

She stood on the balcony just outside the dressing room, the warm evening air brushing against her skin as she stared out at the softly lit garden. Everything felt different tonight.

She didn’t hear Harry approach until his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest. “You alright?” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of her ear.

Y/N exhaled, her hands instinctively resting over his. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I feel… uneasy and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.”

Harry turned her gently so she was facing him. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. “I know what you mean,” he said, searching her eyes. “But I don’t want you overthinking tonight, alright? No matter what happens, I’ve got you.”

She let out a small, almost disbelieving laugh. “You say that, but—”

Harry cut her off by cupping her face, his thumb tracing softly along her jaw. “I mean it,” he said firmly. “I’m done letting things come between us. No games, no doubts. Just you and me, yeah?”

Y/N felt her heart squeeze, overwhelmed by the intensity in his gaze. The way he looked at her—as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world—made her chest ache.

She nodded, barely able to find her voice. “Yeah,” she whispered.

Harry smiled, slow and warm, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn’t rushed or desperate like before—this was something deeper, something that felt like a promise.

Y/N melted into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. For a moment, the tension of the night ahead didn’t exist—there was only this, only them.

When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, exhaling softly. “Let’s go knock ‘em dead, yeah?”

Y/N smiled, feeling lighter than she had in days. “Yeah.”

Hand in hand, they stepped back inside, ready to face whatever came next.

The Islanders gathered around the firepit, the usual playful atmosphere nowhere to be found. Tension crackled in the air, heavy and suffocating. Everyone was on edge, shifting uncomfortably in their seats as they exchanged glances.

Y/N sat beside Chloe, her fingers laced tightly in her lap to keep from fidgeting. Harry stood behind her, his arms crossed, his jaw set as he scanned the group. Something felt off tonight.

The firelight flickered across their faces as the familiar voice of Ian Sterling broke through the silence, addressing the viewers at home.

"Tonight, our Islanders are about to learn their fate. The public has been voting, and let me tell ya… it’s about to get spicy. Some will be safe, but for one unlucky soul, their time in the villa is up. Let’s see who’s about to get a one-way ticket back to reality, shall we?"

The Islanders barely had a second to process that before a phone dinged.

The group froze.

Sophia, sitting with her legs crossed confidently, reached for her phone. She smirked as she read aloud:

"Islanders, the public has been voting for the most compatible couple. The results are in. The couples with the fewest votes are now vulnerable. The least compatible individual will be dumped from the villa tonight."

Gasps rippled through the group, and Y/N felt her stomach drop.

Lucas raked a hand through his hair. “Bloody hell…”

Another phone dinged.

This time, it was Amber’s. She inhaled sharply before reading:

"The following couples are safe and will remain in the villa:"

Everyone held their breath.

"Chloe and Lucas."

A wave of relief passed over them as Chloe clutched Lucas’s arm. He kissed her cheek, and they both exhaled.

"Max and Amber."

Amber clapped a hand over her heart, while Max let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

"Tom and Georgia."

Tom squeezed Georgia’s leg, while she simply smirked, looking entirely too self-satisfied.

The silence stretched unbearably before Amber continued.

"That means the remaining Islanders are at risk of being dumped."

Harry, Y/N, Sophia, and Callum.

Y/N’s ears rang as the reality of the situation crashed down on her. She felt Chloe grip her hand tightly.

Another phone dinged.

This time, it was in Y/N’s lap. Her stomach turned to stone.

Her fingers trembled as she picked it up, swallowing past the lump in her throat before reading the words aloud.

"The individual with the least amount of votes and therefore the next Islander to be dumped from the villa is…"

The pause was excruciating.

She forced herself to look up, meeting Harry’s intense gaze. His green eyes burned into hers, filled with something between desperation and defiance.

She inhaled sharply, then read the name.

The moment Y/N read the text, it was as if the world around her had gone silent. The words hung in the air like a death sentence.

"The individual with the least amount of votes and therefore the next Islander to be dumped from the villa is… Y/N."

For a second, no one moved. No one breathed.

Then—

"What?!" Chloe’s voice rang out, breaking the stillness like glass shattering.

The firepit erupted into chaos.

Chloe was on her feet instantly, eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you having a laugh?!"

Lucas swore under his breath. "Nah, this is bollocks."

Amber blinked rapidly, as if trying to process what she’d just heard. Even Callum, who had been sitting stiffly, let out a breath of frustration. "This don’t make any sense."

But Y/N barely heard them. Her vision blurred.

Her stomach twisted painfully as the realization hit her like a freight train.

This was it. Her time was up.

Harry was already looking at her. His jaw was clenched, his hands in fists at his sides, as though he was physically restraining himself from doing something reckless.

She exhaled shakily, gripping onto his shirt.

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was the first thing she’d said since the text.

Harry turned to face her, his movements sharp, deliberate. He cupped her face between his hands like he needed to anchor her, to make sure she heard him properly.

"Then don’t."

Her eyes flickered up to his, wide with confusion. “What?”

His expression softened, but his voice was firm, unwavering.

"If you go, I go."

The words hit her like lightning to the chest.

The group erupted around them—gasps, exclamations, Chloe muttering, "Oh my God," under her breath. Lucas dragged a hand over his face, looking like he was witnessing actual madness.

"But you—" Y/N started, but he cut her off.

"I’m leaving with you," Harry said, as if it were the simplest decision in the world.

Sophia scoffed, folding her arms. “Oh, give me a break.”

Amber turned to her with a withering look. "Sophia, do us all a favor and shut up for once."

Harry didn’t even acknowledge them. His eyes never left Y/N’s.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he said softly, challenging her. “Tell me I’m making a mistake, and I’ll stay.”

Y/N stared at him, stunned. Her heart was slamming against her ribs, her thoughts a mess.

This wasn’t how she thought things would go. She was meant to leave alone.

Not with him.

Her throat tightened. Everything in her was screaming at her to take his hand and just run.

Chloe let out a short, breathless laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, this is proper Love Island history, this.”

And then—

Ian’s voice, as smug as ever, echoed through the speakers:

"Well, well, well… Looks like someone’s about to leave this villa, but they sure as hell won’t be walking out alone."

A shrill ping rang through the tense air, pulling everyone’s attention back to Y/N’s phone.

Her hands trembled as she unlocked it, the final blow already expected.

She swallowed hard before reading aloud, her voice barely steady:

"Y/N, pack your bags, say your goodbyes and leave the villa . #EndOfTheRoad #GoodbyesAreHard"

A fresh wave of emotions crashed over her.

This was it.

The villa was silent except for the sound of a few sniffles. The girls looked devastated, Chloe shaking her head like she still couldn’t believe this was happening. The boys looked pissed off, like they were seconds away from flipping the firepit over.

But it was Harry’s reaction that hit her the most.

His grip tightened around her hand—firm, certain. Like there was no force on this Earth that could pull him away from her.

She exhaled, nodding. "Let’s go."

And so they did.

The walk back to the villa was heavy, silent. Everyone trailed behind them, watching as Y/N led the way into the bedroom.

Chloe was the first to throw her arms around her. "I can't believe this," she murmured into her hair, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/N held on tight, soaking in every last second. "I love you."

Chloe let out a watery laugh. "Not me cryin' like a little bitch."

The other girls followed suit. But Y/N wasn’t paying them any mind.

Because when she turned around, Harry was packing.

His suitcase was open, his clothes being thrown in haphazardly.

It took a moment for her to process. And then it hit her.

She stepped toward him, eyes wide. "Harry, are you—"

He didn’t even look up. "Course I am."

Before she could react, another voice cut through the room.

"Are you actually serious?"

Sophia.

Y/N tensed as she turned, watching as Sophia pushed through the doorway. The rest of the group instinctively moved aside, giving her space.

Harry finally looked up, unimpressed. “What do you want?”

Sophia folded her arms tightly, her expression unreadable. But the way her fingers dug into her own skin gave her away—she was desperate.

"You leaving puts me in danger," she blurted out. "I could get dumped next!"

Harry let out a bitter laugh. "That's not my problem."

Sophia stepped closer, lowering her voice like she thought it would make a difference. "You never even gave me a chance, Harry. Not a real one. And now you're just—just throwing away everything we could've had for her?" She threw a sharp glare toward Y/N.

Harry stilled.

And then, he looked her straight in the eyes. Cold, unwavering.

"I never wanted to know you, Sophia," he said simply. "There was no need."

Sophia sucked in a sharp breath, as if he had physically hit her.

"And before you start blaming everyone else," he continued, stepping around her, "just remember—this is all on you."

He slung his bag over his shoulder and reached for Y/N’s suitcase, pulling it up as well before looking back at her.

"Ready?"

Y/N nodded, her chest tight, emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Harry took her hand again, leading her through the villa one last time.

By the front door of the villa, the Islanders gathered, forming a tight circle around Y/N and Harry.

It was bittersweet—every tear, every whispered goodbye.

Chloe was the first to wrap her arms around Y/N again, holding on like she never wanted to let go. “These are happy tears,” she sniffled, pulling back just enough to look Y/N in the eyes. “Because you found what you came here for, babe. And that’s love.”

Y/N smiled, eyes glossy. “I really did.”

Lucas turned to Harry, gripping his shoulders before pulling him into a proper hug. “You’re doin’ the right thing, mate,” he murmured, patting his back. “Proud of you.”

Harry nodded, swallowing thickly. No words were needed.

One by one, they hugged, laughed softly through the tears, whispered their last words to Y/N and Harry before pulling back.

All except for Sophia and Georgia.

They stood off to the side, watching with unreadable expressions, but neither said a word.

Harry didn’t spare them a glance.

With one final deep breath, he turned to Y/N and offered his hand.

She took it without hesitation.

And together—with smiles on their faces, hands intertwined, and hearts steady—they walked out of the villa.

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