Y/N Y/L/N returns to her hometown, Alsfield, when her father falls ill, only to discover the town hides a dark secret—one protected by the mysterious Harry Styles. As Y/N unravels the town's mysteries, her plans to return to San Francisco are derailed.
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The night hung heavy with silence, the pack confined to the safety of their homes as darkness enveloped the horizon. Harry had meticulously laid out the new rules, ensuring Niall disseminated them to every member of the pack.
Dinner was a somber affair, the weight of recent events pressing down on everyone. Conversation was sparse, the unspoken thoughts of Isabella lingering in the air like a heavy fog. She was so young, just a freshman in high school, and her life had been cut short. Harry had taken it upon himself to arrange for her funeral and service, a duty he bore with a heavy heart. Y/N could feel the tension in the air, a palpable heaviness that settled over the room, even without the need for the bond of marking. Retreating to her bedroom, Y/N sought solace in the familiar comfort of her reading nook. It was a corner of the room that Harry had thoughtfully arranged for her, having observed her penchant for books during his covert surveillance before their first meeting. In those days leading up to their encounter, Harry had meticulously prepared her living space, ensuring it was tailored to her comfort.
Tonight, however, Y/N felt the need for solitude. The revelations of the pack's dangers and the recent tragedy weighed heavily on her mind. She needed time to process everything she had learned, to come to terms with the reality of her new life among the pack.
Curling up in the cozy nook, surrounded by shelves of books, Y/N let out a sigh. The events of the day played out in her mind, the faces of her new pack members etched in her memory. But it was Harry's troubled expression that lingered most vividly. She knew he carried the weight of their safety on his shoulders, the burden of leadership pressing down on him.
Closing her eyes, Y/N allowed herself to drift into the world of her book, seeking solace in the familiar words and stories. But no matter how engrossed she became in the pages, her thoughts kept drifting back to Harry.
Harry had finally confessed his desire to mark her, a step that Y/N herself had eagerly begged him to take. Yet, as the moment approached, a surge of nervousness flooded her. She couldn't fathom why she felt this way after yearning for it for so long. It was as if her mind was playing tricks on her, clouding her thoughts with uncertainty.
As she grappled with these conflicting emotions, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of going crazy. Perhaps, she thought, a brief respite from the intensity of pack life would help clear her mind. But she knew deep down that suggesting such a thing—leaving the pack unmarked—would only agitate Harry further.
Her heart fluttered erratically as she found herself drawn to Harry's bedroom, as if pulled by an invisible force. With a trembling hand, she knocked softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. The door swung open, revealing Harry's intense gaze, his green eyes like the lush forest.
"I-I can't sleep," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, filled with a mix of nervousness and longing. His gaze held hers, a silent exchange of unspoken words passing between them. Without a word, Harry stepped back, his expression unreadable, inviting her into the intimate sanctuary of his room.
As she crossed the threshold, the air seemed to thicken with tension, a palpable electricity crackling between them. The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the dim light casting dancing shadows on the walls.
With a hesitant step forward, she found herself standing before him, her heart pounding in her chest. Harry's gaze never wavered, his eyes searching hers as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden within. In that moment, she felt completely exposed, vulnerable yet strangely exhilarated.
"What's going on?" Harry's voice was soft, a gentle whisper in the quiet of the room. He closed the door behind her and took a few steps closer, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what was on her mind.
"I... I don't know. It's just..." Her voice wavered, emotions bubbling to the surface. She felt a lump forming in her throat, the weight of everything pressing down on her shoulders.
Without hesitation, Harry reached out, pulling her into his arms. His embrace was warm and reassuring, a safe harbor in the storm of her emotions. She leaned into him, finding solace in the strength of his embrace.
"It's alright" he murmured against her hair, his voice a soothing melody. "You don't have to explain. I understand" Harry wasn't oblivious to the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. He understood, perhaps more than anyone, the overwhelming nature of pack life and its responsibilities.
"I am sorry"
"You don't have to apologize," he murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance. His arms remained around her, a solid anchor in the storm. "It's okay to feel this way. It's a lot to take in."
Y/N nodded against his chest, her breaths coming ragged as she tried to steady herself. Harry's comforting presence was a balm to her frayed nerves, grounding her in the midst of the chaos swirling inside her mind.
"Listen. We can wait a few more weeks until you are ready and we'll do the marking then" He suggested, not wanting to rush her into anything.
"No," she sniffed, wiping away the last of her tears with the back of her hand. "If there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that I want to be marked." Y/N understood the significance of Harry marking her. It wasn't just a step forward in their relationship; it was also a means of protection, a connection to the pack. "Let's do it tonight."
"Tonight?" Harry's eyebrows lifted in surprise, a hint of amusement in his green eyes. "I assumed you'd prefer something more romantic than me in my Spiderman pajamas and reading glasses in my bedroom." Y/N couldn't help but take a moment to observe him. Indeed, he was clad in pajama pants adorned with tiny Spiderman, opting out of a shirt but not the oversized frame glasses that rested on his nose.
"We'll always find an excuse," Y/N said softly, determination lacing her words. She didn't want to sound desperate, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted to fulfill her role as Luna, and more importantly, she wanted to be introduced to the pack.
"I guess," Harry replied, a hint of nervousness in his voice. This was new territory for him as well. He had never marked anyone before. Harry had read about it, heard stories, but the reality of it was different.
"So, how do we do this?" Y/N asked, her nerves palpable as she glanced around the room, fingers fidgeting with unease. Harry chuckled softly, taking her hands in his to ease her obvious anxiety.
"I'll mark you tonight. I promise," he said, his voice reassuring, "but just let it happen." He didn't have a plan, no elaborate scheme to coax her into baring her neck for him.
As they stood facing each other in the dimly lit room, a soft tension hung in the air. Y/N could feel her heart racing in anticipation, her mind filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Harry took a step closer, his green eyes locked on hers, a mixture of intensity and tenderness in his gaze, like a stormy sea calmed by the moonlight. He raised his hand, gently brushing his fingertips along her jawline, as if she was made of porcelain, causing her breath to hitch.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry whispered, his voice low and husky.
Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, I am," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without another word, Harry leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the contact, her whole body tingling with anticipation.
With slow, deliberate movements, Harry placed a series of gentle kisses along the curve of her neck, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through her. His lips were warm against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.
Y/N closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She felt Harry's hands move to the back of her neck, his touch gentle yet firm as he tilted her head slightly to the side.
And then, she felt it—the sharp prick of his teeth against her skin, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain coursing through her. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before, intense and electrifying.
As Harry's teeth sank deeper into her skin, Y/N felt a surge of energy pass between them, a connection forming that felt ancient and primal. She could feel his presence in her mind, a comforting and reassuring presence that filled her with warmth.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Harry pulled back, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of awe and tenderness.
“You are mine” he whispered with dominance. Y/N could tell that it was his wolf speaking through him.
Y/N reached up to touch the spot where Harry had bitten her, feeling the faint throb of the mark beneath her fingertips. A rush of emotions washed over her—joy, excitement, and a deep, primal sense of belonging that filled her to the brim.
"It's always going to be tingly," Harry explained to her, his voice a soft murmur that seemed to linger in the air like a whisper of promise. He gently traced the mark with his fingers, his touch light and tender against her skin.
Y/N shivered at the sensation, a rush of tingles spreading from the mark and dancing along her nerves. "Is it painful?" Harry asked, his brows furrowing in concern as he studied the bite and the delicate skin around it.
"Just sensitive," she whispered back, her voice barely above a breath as she closed her eyes, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of pleasure through her. The mark pulsed beneath his fingertips, a reminder of the bond they had forged, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and contentment fill her.
Harry's gaze softened, his eyes meeting hers with a depth of emotion that stole her breath away. "I'll be careful," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress against her skin as he leaned in closer.
And then, before she could fully process what was happening, his lips met the mark, a soft kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through her entire being. Y/N gasped, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.
As Harry kissed the mark, Y/N felt a surge of warmth spread through her, a deep sense of connection and belonging that filled her with a sense of wonder. It was as if the mark was alive beneath his lips, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the beat of her own heart.
And in that moment, with Harry's lips against her skin and the mark tingling beneath his touch, Y/N knew with a certainty that this was where she belonged. In Harry's arms, marked as his, bound to him in a way that transcended words.
And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her. She was marked, claimed by Harry in a way that was both primal and deeply intimate. And in that moment, she knew that she had found her home.
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Request: Please do one where harry hurts y/n feeling without realising and one of his mates points it out? Dunno but i dreamed about something like this yesterday
omg angst!!!! my favourite 😌😌
it had been a long day. For Harry and y/n. Harry with the new album. Having to look over every small detail and y/n with university. She had her first big project due in two days and she was a pretty studious person so she was excited. Harry obviously loved doing tour bits, it got him really excited. One thing they both had in common was they loved to be busy. They always had to have something to do. Whether it was going to the park, or the cinema, they couldn’t just lounge around. They were that couple.
So sometimes they just have to stop themselves and calm down. It all started when Harry began to have major anxiety and y/n just couldn’t bare to see her baby the way he was. So they both decided that once a month they’d both invite a couple of friends over, watch a movie, have a couple of drinks and just relax. They both really needed it, especially with y/n’s first project coming up. She just needed a friend and boyfriend kind of night.
She expected the night to go smoothly, she promised herself she wouldn’t over do it, but she couldn’t help herself. She made the living room look so soft and warm. Harry had to physically carry her away from the sitting room because she already had 5 candles lit.
“It looks nice baby, doesn’t it” she asked chuffed with herself. Harry nodded kissing her forehead “could’ve done without the hundreds of cushions-“ he said before y/n slapped his shoulder playfully. “It looks good. I know it does” she said proudly.
Soon enough three of Harry’s friends and two of y/n’s friends showed up at their apartment. They all kind of bonded since Harry and y/n got together. They’ve become a group. And y/n’s never really had something like that, so she was forever grateful for college and Harry for helping her with that. “Y/n! It looks so cute in here” her friend Jessica gushed. Y/n giggled and nodded thanking her friend before pulling the two to sit with her.
Once the pizza came everyone began settling down with their wine or beer with a movie in the background. Everyone started talking about their day. It was filled with laughs and smiles and y/n couldn’t be happier with her life at that exact moment. Harry’s friend, Jeff, began to comment on the living room “it looks so cool and cozy. Glenne wouldn’t be able to do that for the life of her” Jeff teased as Glenne rolled her eyes. Y/n giggled at the two turning to harry.
“y/n literally went so crazy. she just had to go and pick at everything about 20 times and put out about 10 different candles” Harry said shaking his head. Nobody took it seriously laughing at his ‘joke’ but y/n couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. she was just being dramatic, but she really didn’t have many friends so this was a big deal for her. To be able to invite somebody around to her apartment was huge for her. She didn’t mean to mess about with everything 20 times. She just wanted everything to be perfect for Harry and her friends.
“Honestly liked it better before” Harry said taking a sip of his beer. Y/n’s cheeks began to hurt from fake smiling. She cleared her throat getting up from the sofa “who wants more wine? Girls why don’t you help me” she said rushing off the kitchen the girls giggling chasing after her.
“You really are dumb” Jeff said sighing. Harry’s head raised up immediately and narrowed his eyes at Jeff “excuse me?”
“Harry you literally just called your girlfriend crazy” Jeff said and Harry sighed shrugging. “She knows I was just messing” Harry said smiling.
“I don’t think she did”
Soon after everyone left and y/n began taking down everything in the living room. Harry paid for most of the rent, so if he didn’t like the decorations and candles, she’ll just sell them.
“Baby-“ Harry said stopping as he saw y/n standing on the sofa taking down the painting she loved quite a lot. “Hey, hey, what are you doing, love?” He asked concerned.
“Oh. I- I don’t really like the decorations in here anymore. It’s a bit....crazy?” She said placing the painting against the wall. Harry’s heart dropped. He thought she knew he was messing.
“Earlier, when Jeff complimented the living room, you know I was messing right?” He asked resting his hands on her hips. she shook her head. “I know, yeah. I’m sorry I just, i don’t have many friends and I wanted this to be perfect haz” she said her eyes watering. “This was meant to be chilled and calming and I’ve turned this into a huge drama” she cried.
“No baby! The living room is great. I love it so much. And tonight was chilled and calming. It wasn’t meant to be perfect ok?” Harry cooed and kissed her forehead.
So @niallnit and I have decided to start an journal/graphic design/craft/art instagram account, our first posts will be Harry and Niall inspired (this first one is inspired by she) so if you guys want to check it out and give it some love I would appreciate it so so much! it’s a lovely way to spend our time and it has helping me a lot with my anxiety since the beginning of the year, also we will be linking claudia’s shop for the stickers used in the making of the collages.
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I will never be able to explain how much joy you have brought to my life since you came in it.
You will never know and I could never find the words to tell you how much you mean to me. You are my primary source of inspiration and happiness. I will always be grateful to you for giving me the chance to dream. A part of me always be attached to you, keeping you close to my heart every single day of my life, and I will always save a special place for you in my life.
Always yours, sincerely and madly in love with you.
