#hazstyles

Summary: You are at an convention with your Endgame cast mates, and there seems to be an unsettlement in the audience. Could it be your famous boyfriend?

In regard to the possible biggest film of all time, the original avengers were brought together in tribute to the beginning of the team’s cinematic franchise. You were lucky enough to be one of them, and so you sat with the six people you had gotten to know pretty well over the years. 

When you had taken the part as Angelica Jones, AKA Firestar, you had no idea what it would mean for your career. You had even got your own movie, which opened up many opportunities for your career. It made you feel powerful playing such a badass female character.

You sat between Scarlett and Chris Hemsworth, listening to the questions that arose from the audience, taking a sip of water every now and then. A girl took the microphone, you assumed she was at least half your age, dwelling in her teen years.

“This is for (Y/N), do you think we’ll ever see the famous team up between Firestar and Spiderman that is in the comics?” This felt like a trick question. Hemsworth elbowed you gently, prompting you to answer wisely.

“Perhaps, that is if Spiderman comes back. And if he does I hope so.” A little hope never hurt anyone, especially when you weren’t being like Ruffalo or Holland and giving out free spoilers.

A chatter surpassed through the audience, they all seemed to be looking around, searching for someone in among their own ranks. That however didn't put a stop to the questions.

“Is Black Widow going to get her own film? ” You knew the answer to that, but could not divulge. Nor could Scarlett... yet.

“Wait a minute.” Evans stood, having caught a familiar face in the crowd. He squinted down at the people, finding it again.

“What is it?” Robert sounded bored, although he was interested a little in what had caught the intrigue of the actor.

“We have a breach.” He spoke as Captain America himself would. “Styles is here.”

“Oh, not that guy.” Jeremy laughed, also looking out at the crowd and finding the singer. You went to stand, glaring at your boyfriend from above.

“What are you doing here?” You asked loudly, wanting to run through the mass of fans to reach him, but aware that security would not allow you to do so. It was difficult, you hadn’t seen each other in 4 and 1/2 months.

Before he could turn his smirk into a reply, Hemsworth answered. “He’s here for me obviously, he can’t resist my Australian charm.” The crowd screamed at that, and Harry turned a bright red.

Ruffalo walked to the security guy standing on the corner. “Get him up here.” And he did so. Harry walked onto the stage, causing an explosion of cheers. One of which came from Hemsworth.

Instantly you hugged him, letting your head rest on his chest. It gave you a warm feeling, one that you wanted to hold onto forever. “Don’t hog my girl.” Scarlett scolded him, hugging him when he released you.

“Hands off.” Hemsworth sassed him, only to kiss the singer on the cheek.

“Good to see you too Chris.” He drawled, laughing. Evans frowned, whining at the Thor actor.

“I saw him first.” Harry went over to the other Chris, embracing him.

“Before even my own girlfriend.” Harry glared at you, making you gasp at his betrayal. He really was something else.

“I got him up here.” Ruffalo mumbled, sitting down beside where you had been, acting up. He wanted a hug too.

“Ew.” Jeremy greeted Harry, who only gave him a disgusted look in reply. 

“I could say the same, you skipped out on the last film.”

“Come my child.” Robert remained sat, as if he was on a throne. “This guy’s like a son to me.” Harry jokingly bowed to the MCU godfather.

“When do I get my turn again?” Hemsworth asked, frowning at his co stars.

The lights from the street reflected through the windows of the car, giving the interior an orange glow.

Harry was behind the wheel, originally having decided to have expidated on an evening drive, but now the sun was stretching its arms and awakening from its slumber.

It had been silent between the two of you for some time now. There was an elephant in the back seat of the car, it made no noise but it’s presence did not go unnoticed.

Lightly, he tapped the steering wheel, staring on at the roads that he was engaging through. He was confused, hurt, almost heartbroken in a sense.

Glancing down at your ring finger, you saw the lack of the jewellery. Once it had glimmered, hanging. In a golden band around your skin.

But now it was gone, for a reason. Although it felt like a sacrifice, nevertheless you knew it was for the greater good, even if Harry did not realise or understand it.

The box with the gleaming expense was in the back, and you couldn’t help but occasionally flash your eyes back to where it sat.

There was guilt growing in your throat, a mass of unholy words gathering in the man’s. All you wanted to do was love him, laugh when he cracked a joke, make and ensure that he was happy.

And you had done all that, and were still doing the majority, minus the latter. You could see through all of his shoots, his music, the lines in his face. He didn’t know that you could see right through his facade, getting a peak of what was under the surface of the loud and confident showman.

“I want to marry you.” That was the truth, it had been your dream six months into dating, since when you saw him interact with your family and friends. You were so close yet so far from that reality.

Hastily, Harry parked the car and turned to you. “I know you did, otherwise you would not have said yes. But you threw that back in my face.”

The two of you remained together despite the situation, that was one thing that you were certain to ensure stayed the same. If you didn’t have him, you would be lost and another ant crawling through life, continuing on with its routine.

That was not your intention, to make a point of depositing back the affection to him. For goodness sakes you loved the man, and he knew that, even if he would deny that in his current mood. There was just one major issue, he was in need of loving another. Someone who was beautiful, talented and lit up your entire world.

“It wasn’t out of spite, it was down to me caring so damn much about you Haz.” Despite the car being frozen in place, you played with your seatbelt, adjusting it and how it laid across one of your collar bones. “There is so much love that you hold for me, and that just isn’t fair. You need to hold some of that back for yourself, it’s not healthy if you are clinging onto your other half when you dare not look in the mirror if it is your reflection alone.”

His grip subsided on the steering wheel, his elbow coming up to rest against the ledge of the window. As he did so, his clothed fingers ran through his curls, raking through them like a comb.

He knew that you spoke the truth, that was something that he definitely could not deny. If he did so, he would not only be lying to you, but himself.

Slowly, the man that you loved turned to look at you, pain ebbed behind his emerald eyes. He gulped before he spoke, clearing any of the toxic words that had a chance of rising from wishing his throat.

“Okay.” Harry nodded, slightly understanding your perspective in this situation. “Well, how do I accept myself?”

“That’s something that you need to learn yourself Haz.” It was a long and winding road, you knew. It wasn’t your first rodeo involving self hatred, carefully you placed your hand atop of his, feeling his pulse jutter through his veins. “But I will be here every step of the way, I’m not going to leave your side. Ever. I love you Harry Styles and I will until and after you begin to see the spectacular man that I wake up to every morning. The one that sings in the shower with his infamous voice, and has the most golden heart. There is no one above him, no clouds forming mist upon his days if he just walks through them. There is just him, and he has every right to be proud of who he has become. A gentleman, a golden piece of humanity. Someone who doesn’t hide their true colours behind the fame and the lights, they display the hues of their personality before the whole world.”

Harry watched you patrol the kitchen with a genuine smile on his face. These were the days he loved, the ones with you, ones that made him feel more than music ever could. You rummaged the cupboards with an intent to search, but what for hadn’t been resolved.

“It’s 2 in the morning angel.” At his voice, you became startled, looking at the doorway where he was leaning.

“I was hungry.” He could tell, and he knew you wouldn’t get any rest until your hunger had been fulfilled. “I blame you.”

The artist laughed at your statement, coming closer to you and wrapping his arms around your sides. When his hands connected with your glowing skin, it gave him a warm feeling. It felt like home.

“She doesn’t. In fact I believe she’s very happy to exist.” A smirk made his way onto his face as you lightly hit his shoulder. However he was persistent, and once again crept closer, leaning his head on your shoulder. “All I want is for my girls to be happy.” Harry mumbled into the material of your shirt.

“We are.” And it was all because of him. Sure, you had the mood swings that came with pregnancy, but that didn’t mean you were unhappy at all. You were certain you had never been happier. “I like having you home.”

When he left, you felt like you were suffering. It was hard to be in one part of the world especially when your boyfriend was another. But from the time that had passed, it appeared to have only made the pair of you stronger.

“Two months.” He stated, kissing the back of your head contently. “And then she’ll be here, we’ll be able to hold her in our arms and sing to her.”

At the thought, you gulped. A baby was so much responsibility, and you wanted it more than anything, but you were scared. The time left was only becoming shorter and shorter, and as it did, your fear increased. “What’s wrong love?” You swore he could read you like his favourite book.

“I’m scared Haz.” Your hands went to rest on his that were caressing your stomach. “The labour scares me to death. There’s a chance something could go wrong, ultrasounds don’t detect everything.”

“Can I be honest with you?” You nodded as an answer, and once he received that confirmation, Harry carried on. “So am I. It’s terrifying to know we have no control over what’s going to happen, but I trust you and your body. You’re the strongest woman I know, and you’ll get through the pain. And we have to wait to see what the outcome of our daughter is, so we shouldn’t put all of our time into being concerned now.”

In response to his speech, your baby began kicking and you gasped in shock. “See, she agrees with me.”

“She’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.” You smiled at the thought. After watching Harry interact with the children of friends and family, it was nice to know that you would be giving him a child of his own. Neither of you could be happier with the situation.

Your apartment was empty. It was like your world was disappearing, but it hadn’t always been like that. Once it had been filled with your most prized possessions, there was fullness to it. But they were all packed away in boxed, closed in cardboard until they decorated somewhere else you would call home.

Looking around, you walked into the kitchen. The cupboards may have been empty, but there was still your silhouette dancing around, in memories that was.

It was the first night Harry had stayed at your place. As friends. You had gotten back from your routine stroll in the dead of the midnight, and now here the pair of you were, in a confined space.

There were take away boxes littering the table, reminding you that you would have to put them in the recycling when the pair of you were finished.

“This is to die for.” You took a bite out of the pizza, a strand of cheese slipping with its own free will, and marking grease against your chin.

“Who knew a way to a girl’s heart was just plain old cheese pizza?” It was an absentminded comment from Harry, but he couldn’t help but wander what would really get you to open up. 

“God did, that’s why he made it.” At that time, you hadn’t known the man was divulging ideas inside his head to make you want him the same way you wanted you.

You opened the laundry room, checking you hadn’t forgotten anything. The racks at the top of the wall held no weight, and the washing machine and tumble dryer had no items inside.

“You are one hell of a lifesaver, Styles.” Both of you panted, putting your new machine on the ground. You never knew how heavy a washing machine was until today.

“I’m amazing, I’m already aware.” Bless heavens for that boyish smirk he seemed to pull off so naturally. “So how long do you think this one’s gonna last?”

Going to the next spot, it was the living room. The sofa was still there, and you sat on it, thinking of when you weren’t the only resident on it.

“Move over.” You pushed the man, falling on him through your struggle. He was heavier than he looked, that was for sure. The two of you were much closer than either of you anticipated.

“I’m trying to watch the movie, y’know.” However his eyes were not on the television, they were trained on you. They looked so much greener up close, you never knew it was possible. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?” You tapped his nose, which only made him throw his head back against the sofa.

“Admiring me.” If you hadn’t already been, you were the second he said that.

As you diverted to the bathroom, you tried not to laugh. It was a memory that most people didn’t have.

You were squatting in the bathtub, glaring at Harry as he laughed at you and held the shower head above you. “I can’t help it!” Was his reason.

“It’s not funny.” You argued back, shivering in the clothes you had worn under the water. He hadn’t even put it on a warm setting!

“It is a little...” His smile was so addictive, his white teeth matched the surrounding tiles. “Isn’t it supposed to be good luck when a bird shits on your head?” There was nothing good about it.

You lathered your hair in shampoo, rinsing the animal’s residue from it. It was disgusting, and Harry still found it hilarious. To retaliate, you grabbed the shower head, letting it wash over him.

“Hey.” He grabbed you, stopping you from blasting him with the water. It ended up on the floor of the tub, and the both of you were much closer than you had previously been. “You’re gorgeous.” His hands cupped the back of your neck, bringing your faces together so that your noses touch.

“How can I be sure your not fishing for a compliment in return?” You got your answer when he kissed you. It took you aback, however you returned the favour of tasting his lips.

“We should finish washing your hair.” He knew how to ruin a moment and make one at the same time.

And then there was the bedroom. The one place you had felt uncomfortable with him, for the connotations that followed with that space were not ones you took seriously. Luckily for you, that had happened in his apartment, in his room, when you left him, declining his messages and not returning his calls.

“Distract me.” You were on edge, and the blanket was not bringing you the best comfort. There was a storm shouting in the sky. It made you fearful, and Harry walked back from shutting your curtains.

“What do you have in mind?” Harry analysed your face, never having seen you so vulnerable.

“Kiss me.”

Prompt - Person B getting up in the middle of the night to make a snack and accidently waking up Person A because they didn’t stop the microwave’s obnoxious beeping in time.

School work had driven you into exhaustion, and all you had wanted to do was sleep. The week had felt like it was extended another few days, relentlessly denying you of a break, until tonight. 

Harry was home, waiting on you hand and foot, stating he would get you anything you desired. 

“All I want is a good night’s rest.” You told him, however you knew it was too good to be true to receive that one thing. Before you went into hibernation you had dinner, sat with Harry as he did whatever his work required of him to finish.

He had asked your opinion of a song. It didn’t have a name yet, but it was by far your secret favourite of his craft. You went to bed at 8pm, with a smile etched onto your face.

That expression remained as you dreamed, snuggling into your duvet and breathing in the smell of Harry on your pillow. He had been with you, until his stomach’s growling awoke him, leaving him plodding into the kitchen in search of anything that would fulfil his hunger.

His body’s need for food was what eventually woke you, or at least the high pitched beeping that had come of a result of it. 

“Shit.” Harry muttered, turning the microwave's switch off and setting down his heated leftovers for a second. But alas, his reflexes had been too slow, as well as his forgetful mind,.

Your body bended around the doorway, your eyes squinting from the light that warmed the kitchen. Tiredly, you rubbed your eyes, blinking hazily under the bulbs.

Harry had returned to his food, poking it nervously with his fork, praying to all of the gods in the sky that he hadn’t interrupted your slumber. And then he looked up, seeing you watching him with a wild mane of hair. Guilt ruptured through his gut. “’M sorry love.” With all honesty he was, it had never been his intention. The artist wished he had never left the both.

“Tis okay.” You floated through the kitchen with thoughtless steps, sitting with your significant other at the dining table.

As an apology, instead of putting the food he had stabbed into his own mouth, he blew the steam, holding it in front of your mouth. You gladly accepted, moaning at the flavour. He smiled at your reaction, realising he was truly forgiven.

“You really didn’t have to explain the rules to this game James, I’m sure we are all aware by now.”  You laughed, glaring at the food before you. They were delicacies in plenty of places in the world, but they wouldn’t be considered as such in your stomach.

“Since you stated that, I am going to let you answer first.” The Brit smirked, making you groan and Harry in unison with the audience laugh at your expense.

“Remember the things I can deprive you of Harold.” You warned him quietly, but the mic still managed to pick it up to the amusement of the people sat watching.

“Perhaps that should be our first question.” The host joked, as he rotated the platform of food around to see what he thought suited your tasted. “I’m going to give you the cow tongue.”

“I swear that thing is bigger than my head.” You commented. Harry stayed silent, awaiting what the question was as James picked up the card.

“This is a good one.” He chuckled to himself. “As you have recently done collaborations of songs with both your boyfriend and his ex - bandmate Zayn Malik, what was the worst thing about having to work with each of them?”

Your head dropped in your hands, not wanting to answer this in front of witnesses, but at the same time not wanting to eat the tongue. It was a dilemma.

“Do go on (Y/N).” Harry spoke, genuinely intrigued of what your answer was to be. “There’s obviously flaws with both if that was your reaction.”

“Bark or bite, which one?” James asked you, still holding the question card in his hand.

“Fine!” Both would require a sacrifice, and you had to choose one. “Working with Zayn was a little awkward giving the circumstances, We were friends before he left 1D, but we hadn’t spoken since. My manager and his were exchanging words and thought our voices would work well for a particular song, which is out now. But unfortunately we weren’t as agreeable as those two had been and had a dispute of the feel of how we wanted the song to be, hence why it is now a mix of genres.” Taking a sip of water, you tried to wash away the guilt of your honesty.

“That was brutal!” Spoke James, holding the card to his mouth in shock. Harry found it genuinely amusing, and a narcissistic spark in his eye passed through his next words.

“I’m going to sound like an angel.” Or so he thought...

“You wish.” His mouth gaped and the audience applauded your response. “Where do I start with you? Let’s just say that you are easily distracted, and in this instance, because of your urges, we didn’t meet the deadline we had set ourselves. You were clueless as to why I made you sleep on the couch, then there’s your answer.”

“Couldn’t you have just ate the tongue?” He asked, pouting as he had become offended from the answer you had given.

“No.” You stated, before turning the table and giving your significant other a devious smile. “Bird saliva, I hope you enjoy it if you refuse to give us an answer.”

“You are a cruel woman.” He spoke and tried holding off a grin but failed. 

Taking a card, you smirked at what was written on it.

“How do you feel about Gucci offering me a contract before they offered you one?” There was no way he would answer, it would put him in a compromising position on both ends.

“Seeing as I’d rather not have to sleep on the sofa again, bottoms up.” He took more than a sip on accident, gagging on the bird saliva and spitting it in the bin. “That’s rank.” He stated as he washed it down with water.

“Now that is what I call true love.” Harry kicked James gently under the table, before taking his turn at moving the buffet to his suit.

“Ball penis.” Harry scratched his chin and then reached for a card. “Out of the pair of us, who do you prefer?”

“This is a trap.” James hollered at his staff, turning to look at the couple before him. “To answer I simply don’t have a preference.”

“Come on Corden, we know it’s me really.” You tried to persuade him and save him from having to eat the food.

“You’re wrong (Y/N), it’s clearly me. I have a Late Late tattoo.” He poked the fabric on his arm where the needle had imprinted the title.

“It was a chance Harry, Niall could have gotten it!”

“To put an end to this lovers quarrel...” The host took a piece and popped it in his mouth, grimacing when he received the initial taste. “I’m calling that the end.”

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"You what?!" Catie asked her sister in disbelief, her heart pattering rapidly in her chest. Having Brittany just tell her that she was going to be in a one direction music video and that she wanted Catie to go on set with her was enough to make her want to have a heart attack, pun intended.

"You heard me! I've got to be on the set in like 30 minutes and it's a ten minute drive. Are you coming or not?" Brittany asked, putting her hands on her hips. It didn't help that Catie was only in sweat pants and a t-shirt, her brown locks in a messy pony tail.

"I'm in no position to meet One Direction right now!" Catie whimpers, which gets a roll of the eyes from her sister before she was being dragged out to the car. This was going to be an absolute disaster. She bit into her lip as she pulled her hair out of the hair tie after buckling her seatbelt, trying to at least make her hair look decent, combing her fingers through it. By the time she felt satisfied, they were pulling into the parking lot.