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This is my fourth month doing this, and honestly it's so much fun. I love going back at the end of the month and remembering all the amazing work I've read. I love getting to hopefully help promote writers. I love seeing for myself how much I'm reading and from who. I hope you all keep enjoying this as well.
The list:
In order I reblogged, not order written
Multiple writing from the same author are listed together
(but I tried to read from as many different authors as I could this month)
Must have a Read More
Writers: Please put word counts, thanks!
Previous Monthly Lists | Fic Rec Tag | My Masterlist
Assistance Needed | assistant!reader 3k
@gurugirl
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You're Too Sweet For Me (preview)
@1800titz
Secrets 7.9k
@heartateasee
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Tastes So Sweet 1.3k
@harryistheonlyoneforme
Wake N' Bake 1.4k
Roomies 8k
@0nlythrowharrybeaux
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 3k
@jarofstyles
Painted On Your Back 9k
The Other Man 13.5k
@lukesaprince
Needy 4k
Yes, Sir. 7.1k
@harrystylescherry
Horan!sister reader 1.8k
@avatar-anna
Across the Hall 2.3k
@musicforgrapejuiceblues
Green Skies, Pink Grass 2.6k
@1d1195
Far From Sober 2.8k
Part 2 2k
@eveningepiphany
Neighborhood Watch 2.6k
@purplecoffee13
Aperture 1.9k
@cherryrouge
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@guiltypleasurecreative
Primavera 11k
@smokeinherperfume
Sweet 3.4k
@harry-on-broadway
Jealousy, Jealousy 4.5k
@harryhitties
Academic Rivals / A/B/O
Part 1 22k
Part 2 20k
Part 3 18k
Part 4 14k
@jawllines
Pairing: Harry Styles X Ex Reader, Harry Styles X New Girlfriend
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG15
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol use, Mentions of Drug use, Past Infidelity
Listen: Green Light by Lorde
For the #playlistficchallenge by @harrystylescherry
The lights flicker against her skin, dancing pinks and purples and blues giving way to green as the bass thumps through the speakers. The light up floor is causing an illusion against her body as she hastily searches for her peers. Eyes darting across the club, trying to find the couple of the hour, but getting lost in the sea of drunk people dancing to a b-rate Whitney Houston cover, she’s becoming frustrated. Why play Whitney if you’re not going to play the original? She wonders, moving through the perimeter towards what she assumes is the VIP area. Being correct, she waits patiently for one of the guests to notice her, waving her into the exclusive space.
He notices her first, beaten converse and magenta tulle, she dressed to kill. Standing, he moves towards the bodyguard, pointing to her as the guard gave her a once-over. Nodding, pulling the rope back, she smiles at the stranger before deftly moving into the space.
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Harry says, hand on the small of her back, flush against the exposed skin, lips low to her ear, guiding her towards their friends.
“You’re such a liar,” She replies, rolling her eyes. The neon eyeliner, drifting over her eyelids and near her brows is striking against the dim lights. The single rhinestones applied carefully to the inner corners of her eyes bounce the light off, shrouding her in a conflicting color story.
“You made it!” Daisy yells, arms reaching to pull her into a hug. It’s tight and sweaty, a sign she’s either been dancing or snorting.
“I told you I’d be here,” Her smile widens at her friend, “Congrats again on your engagement.”
“Thank you!!! Now please, drink. We have bottle service until midnight,” Daisy hands her a champagne flute, which she happily tosses back before reaching for the vodka. “If you’re good, you can have a little of what I’m having.”
“I better behave,” She responds, eyes clocking Harry talking to Daisy’s fiancé, Jack.
“I thought he wasn’t coming,” Daisy’s gaze follows hers, eying the man. His wide trousers and cropped jacket give way to the tattoos covering his chest, swallows in constant conversation. Hair recently cut, he’s scruffy and wanting, his eyes not hesitating to check her out for the second time in two minutes.
“Lies,” She scoffs, eyes rolling again at the sentiment.
“I swear! Jack said he was out of town,” Daisy counters.
“Clearly he’s not,” She looks at their other friends, nodding and smiling to the familiar faces. Their friends from uni, from work, a few from their neighborhood in Holmes Chapel have all gathered to raise a glass at Daisy and Jack’s inevitable engagement. It feels like the kind of New Year’s party Harry would’ve dragged her to, on the pretense that it would be fun to catch up. Knowing he would be right, she would’ve gone and enjoyed the company of the people who knew her before she was on his arm, the people who knew him when he worked all hours at the bakery. Tonight, their friendly smiles weren’t hitting the same, welcoming her into their embrace, no, they were darting between her and Harry, unsure where their allegiance should lie.
“Rumor has it, he’s got a new girlfriend,” Daisy says.
“Super,” She purses her lips, eyes moving to search for whoever his latest trophy was.
“Don’t be like that,” Daisy shakes her head, disappointment oozing from every syllable.
“Like what?” She snaps.
“You’re so mad he’s with someone else, when -
“I thought we were done talking about what happened between us?” She interrupts, frustration and anger coursing through her veins.
“If you were over it, you’d stop looking at him like that,” Daisy holds her own, tone unwavering.
“Fuck off.”
Handing her a drink, Daisy levels with her, “Drink.”
Tossing back whatever was in the glass, she waits impatiently for the liquor to take over, coursing through her veins and reducing her heat to a dull simmer.
In the months after the breakup, she hadn’t seen or interacted with Harry. No cursory texts, no awkward pleasantries exchanged at a birthday party, or running into him at the grocery. She didn’t speak to him, and yet he was everywhere. His voice, his favorite sayings, his touch, his music, all of it spread across the city, taunting her. She had let him go, literally, but figuratively, metaphorically, he was everywhere. Seeping into her thoughts, burrowing into her mind, never able to escape him even in sleep. Tonight, he looked at her like he didn’t know her at all, like she was the villain in his story, not the other way around. Like he didn’t let his work get the best of them, ruining what they had in its wake.
Somewhere between drinks four and five, Harry’s latest lover arrives. Scarily tall and equally skinny, silky brown locks and pouty lips, it’s clear she’s a model. Whether she was with anyone or not, the bouncer lets her into the VIP section without a second thought. She floats towards Harry, sinking gently onto his lap before whispering in his ear. He smiles at her as she places a hand on his scruff covered cheek and lowers her lips to his.
From the dance floor, she stares, unable to stop watching him move on from her. How could it be so easy?
Pulling her attention back to the floor, Daisy spins her, moving them out of sight from Harry. The lights beneath their feet give way to a soft glow about her, the colors bending against Daisy’s white jumpsuit. She’s grateful for her friend, her best friend, grateful for the distraction of alcohol and blow, grateful to be dancing and screaming the lyrics instead of sitting in the tub at home, crying into her room temperature bath water. But grateful and grieving often go together, and as her level of intoxication ebbs, the hurt of seeing Harry with someone knew, she retreats to the VIP section to gather herself.
“You must be Y/N,” The model says, moving from her post next to Harry to her.
“Um, yes?” She responds, eyes traveling up the woman’s legs, slowly making their way to her face.
“I’m Arden, Harry’s girlfriend,” Arden smiles, blinding, and sits down. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Can’t believe everything you hear,” She scoffs, grateful for the bottle of water Jack hands her before going to find Daisy amongst the neon.
“Harry speaks quite highly of you, so does Jack,” Arden continues to smile, blissfully ignoring the contempt she’s displaying.
“You’ve met Jack before?” She asks.
“Just Jack, never Daisy, she’s stunning, right?” Arden asks, laughing.
“Yeah, completely,” She nods, eyes traveling to find Daisy, her beacon in the club. She’s been best friends with Daisy since diapers, their mother’s best friends, hoping and praying they’d each have daughters to carry on the legacy of their familial bond.
“Harry tells me you’re in publishing,” Arden tries again to make conversation.
“Correct,” She nods again.
“That’s amazing, I love reading,” Arden offers.
“Same.”
“I have a lot of downtime at work, I’m a model. I just did the new Rodarte campaign, and Gucci,” Arden is trying her damnest to make this work, but her motives remain a mystery.
“Congrats,” She snorts, unimpressed by the model’s recent credentials.
“Thanks, I just want to say, I know you and Harry are at this weird point in your friendship, but I do hope you’ll work it out.” Arden is serious, glossy blue eyes resolute.
“Did Harry tell you why we broke up?” She asks, eyeing Arden suspiciously.
“A little, but I didn’t ask. It was before me so really, who cares?” Arden forces a giggle, baby blues trying to break through the tension.
“Right,” She nods, a slight eyeroll giving way to her true feelings.
“I just thought maybe you two could, mend your –
“Hey,” Harry says, making his way towards the two of you.
“Hi babe,” Arden seamlessly slips her arm around his waist, pulling him close to her.
“What uh, what are you two talking about?” Harry asks, eyes accusatory as he again takes in your stunning appearance.
“I was just saying that we’re going to Tahiti after I finish my campaign with Gucci. Relax, sit on the beach, drink Mai Tai’s, surf, or really, for me, learn,” Arden rambles on, her hair bouncing in animation, matching her words. Her deft swerve to the topic of vacation surprising, unsure why she needed to lie to Harry.
“The beach?” she asks, looking at Harry. He nods, cursory.
“Yeah,” He sips on his drink.
“Huh,” She responds, eyes narrow. “Will you excuse me? It was nice meeting you Arden.”
Slipping out of the VIP section and into the night air, she feels his presence behind her, chasing after her as she moves through the crowd and into the brisk summer air.
Not bothering to turn around, she asks, “Why are you following me?”
“Why did you just disappear?” Harry demands, coming to stand next to her. His warmth radiating onto her skin.
“You’re here with someone else,” She reminds him.
“You haven’t responded to any of my –
“Harry, you are here with someone else, the very someone else who if I’m not mistaken, is the reason for our demise,” She turns to stare at him, eyes boring into his.
“I, she’s not,” Harry shakes his head.
“Oh right, because I am the sole proprietor of our heartache and failed relationship,” Another eyeroll. Her mother used to tell her that if you roll your eyes too many times, they’ll get stuck up there. A fear she was clearly ignoring.
“You’re not,” Harry scoffs, they’d had this fight before.
“Why are you looking at me like I am?” She’s unwilling to back down, a trait Harry once loved about her.
“I’m, I’m sorry alright?” Harry’s flustered speech gives way to a run of his hand through his curls. Resting his hands on his hips, he stares at her.
“Sorry for what?” She asks again, words clipped.
“Everything,” He shrugs.
“That’s the least specific apology I have ever heard,” She deadpans. He wants to respond with some witty banter, some lighthearted sarcasm, some joke a year ago, five years ago, she would’ve laughed at. But they’re not the same people they were six months ago.
“What do you want me to say?” Harry’s exasperated.
“I want you to tell me how you really feel, because we broke up six months ago, and I still don’t understand why you ran to her, whoever she was, instead of fighting for me. Then tell me why our friends think I’m the viper, I’m the one who broke your heart. Why are you spreading rumors hoping they’ll bite me, when they just show how pathetic you’re behaving?” Her volume increases exponentially as she speaks, until she’s nearly yelling at him.
“That’s not fair,” Harry states, eyes closing as he shakes his head.
“I’m trying to let go, Harry. But you fucking have your tentacles in everything I do! You’re everywhere.”
“It’s so easy for me? You are everywhere. Every new song I write, every role I consider taking, every project. I still fucking talk to you like you’ll hear me, everywhere I go is tainted by some memory of us.” Harry spits back.
“Tell me why, Harry. Why are you going to Tahiti?” She questions, voice cutting through the cold air and going straight to Harry’s heart.
“I like the beach,” He shrugs.
“You are such a fucking liar! No, you don’t!” She yells, arms reaching towards the summer sky as she shakes her head at him.
“Maybe I’m trying out new things,” Harry stares at her, “Maybe I’m trying to be –
“What, different? Better? You cheat on me, after saying that you will always be in love with me, which surprise, you’re not!”
“Not a cheater?” Harry’s momentarily confused, a slight diversion from the rant she’s begun.
“Not in love anymore,” Her eyes are wide, confused by his lapse in memory, “You’re not in love with me anymore. You cheated on me, lied to our friends and now you’re here with little miss long legs.”
“Don’t call her that,” Harry says.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Arden,”
“Look, I’m sorry,” Harry runs a hand through his locks again, sighing in frustration.
“No, you’re not. If you were, she wouldn’t be here with you. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be fighting with me outside the club. If you were sorry, you’d –
“I need your forgiveness! Alright, that’s why I’m out here.” Harry’s voice raises several decibels. He’s been holding onto this for months, long before she found out, long before he willingly broke her heart.
She lets out a shaky breath, “What?”
“I need you to forgive me, to accept my apology, to, give me the green light that it’s okay to be, not yours anymore,” Harry explains.
“You cheated on me!” She yells, finger pointing directly above Harry’s heart. “I have honored you by not telling our friends for what? You don’t get to have or ask for my forgiveness, I’ve already given you too much. Forgiveness went out the window when you fucked someone else Harry! How dare you ask me to forgive you, absolve you, for a sin you willingly committed. You were in complete control of yourself and you still cheated on me. You want a green light? That was fucking it.”
She pushes past him, stomping back into the club and onto the dance floor, into the arms of someone else, someone who isn’t scared to kiss her above the dazzling lights, someone whose bedroom she’ll wake up in, unsure where she is, not caring to leave a note before slipping out into the city. And hopefully, after a few more escapades, the embrace of the rising sun on her walk home won’t echo his voice anymore. The birds chirping won’t sing his songs, and the sting of telling Daisy the truth won’t ring out over overcooked eggs and overpriced mimosas.
Harry had wanted her to give him the green light, but in refusing to do so, she watched the light change for herself.
After May and June I put out lists of all the fics I read and reblogged, and I got good feedback so #WritersSupportingWriters because reblogging and rec-ing are the only way that writers get readers.
FYI:
In order I reblogged not order written
Not necessarily written in July
I only reblog after I read and like it
90% of the fics I read are because they came across my dash
Must have a Read More bc I'm not making people scroll like that
I'm begging y'all to put word counts on your fics pls
Previous Monthly Lists | Fic Rec Tag | My Masterlist
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Part 4 also exists but I haven't finished it yet
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One of the few fics I've reread. So good.
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Part 3 3.8k
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Part 5 11.1k
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Part 7 5.6k
Part 8 9.1k
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Part 2 20k
Part 3 18k
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@1800titz
hey! I think the best friends listening to fine line together fic was maybe “Fine Line” by @harrystylescherry !!!
thank you so much anon!! hope this helps out the person from the other day <333 this fic is written so so well and i know we shouldn’t compare work, but it’s 10x better than mine!! read it nowww!!! also here is nat’s masterlist too!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
