#hhblurbs

“You left me! You ended things with me, Harry!” You shout, eyes welling up with tears already about to spill over.

Maybe this is a little over dramatic for the middle of the field between classes, people are definitely looking, but you don’t care. You had only been trying to walk to class and Harry had decided that this was the best time to come and talk to you and ask for you back.

Honestly? How dare he. How dare he leave you and break your heart only to come back up to you a month later asking for you back. And for what? To embarrass you? To make you cry over him for the umpteenth time? You loved him. You loved him with your whole heart. You loved him with absolutely everything you could give him

And he left.

He threw away nearly a year and a half of your relationship without even a solid reason. You fought. You fought so hard for him, asked him what he needed you to do to help in whatever situation he was in and all he could do was tell you to go. Tell you that he didn’t want the relationship anymore.

Your best friends arm touches tour shoulder, it’s a gentle reminder that she’s there and when you’re done the two of you can leave as soon as you need to.

“Please, Y/n. I need this. I need you,” Harry pleads.

“And I needed you. But when i was at my lowest the person that I always went to for advice and comfort wasn’t there. Because he was causing it,” Your whole body feels like it’s melting from the inside out. You’re ignoring the shaking in your knees, willing it to go away if you focus on the burning in your cheeks or the clenching in your fists or your nails digging into your palms. You watch his reaction change as he realized that this isn’t working out. Things aren’t going how he thought they would and you swear you watch the hope leave his eyes. You watch them gloss over and tear up while all the muscles in his face go lax except his brows which sink down in sorrow and apology.

Your friend can feel that this is over and if either of you stand here too long then it will only get worse, so she’s pulling you away from him towards where you were headed before, pulling you into her shoulder while sobs finally rack your body and you let go, mascara tears getting on her jacket.

3 hours. It’d been three hours since your flight was supposed to leave, the terminal was filled with people who were leaving one by one to go and get food, some to rebook flights, but you stayed, falling asleep in the uncomfortable chairs as your eyelids got heavier and heavier.

You awoke as the boy with a mop of red curls barely contained within a bandana sits down a few seats over from you with a huff, making the row shake. He looks over at you with a panicked look.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you” He says as he places one prewrapped sandwich on top of his bag between you and opens another on his lap.

“No it’s alright, I didn’t mean to fall asleep anyways, don’t worry about it” You sit up, stretching your muscles out and rubbing at your eyes.

“What’s got you headed to georgia?” He asks in the soft british accent, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Visiting a friend that I haven’t seen in a while. What about you?” You continue to adjust yourself into a more comfortable position in the seat. The only thing more uncomfortable than the seats on the airplane, were the ones in the terminal.

“Visiting my brother. He’s working there right now. He works there a lot actually” He speaks, noticing the way that you stare at the sandwich, which may be you just staring off into the distance but he offers anyways. “Take it.”

“What?” You ask, confused.

“The sandwich. Take it” He nods towards it.

“No, I can just get my own it’s okay” You say, the hunger in your stomach really starting to show itself now that there’s food around.

“Yeah but it’s all the way across the airport. Take it, please” He picks it up and hands the sandwich to you with a nearly intoxicating smile. You take it with a shaky hand.

“I’m Y/N, by the way” You say as you start to unwrap it.

“Harry” The two of you continue your conversation over sandwich’s. He’s kind and funny. Really funny. Tells you all about his brothers, all three of them, and all the stupid shit he did, you found ways to sneak in stories about your family and friends, though his childhood shenanigans are infinitely more hilarious and embarrassing than yours.

Finally, another two and a half hours passes, and first class is called to board. He stands up and starts to gather his stuff.

“First class huh?” You tease and he laughs with a nod.

“I know this is kinda weird but I know some places in Georgia that are rather nice. Say if you want to ditch your friend for a couple hours, we could get lunch or something” He asks nervously, a smile still present in his features, like it never seemed to leave.

“I’d love to” You pull out your phone and open instagram, handing it to him and explaining that your phone plan won’t work there. He gives you a small chuckle and sends himself a dm. He closes your phone and hands it back to you.

“I’ll see you then” His smile widens, flashing his teeth at you and it feels like those stupid moments in movies when the teeth glint. And then he turns around and leaves, sending you a wave as he disappears into the tunnel that leads into the plane.

Once he’s settled, just as coach is called, he responds over instagram.

It seems you’ve slid into my dms

The message makes you laugh.

you slid into your own dms Harry, don’t flatter yourself lol

Maybe so. Still got the girl though

Right?

i think you meant 1 through 8 but that’s a lot of prompts so i did 1 and 8

“Y/n, no, please stop. Let me explain” Harry touches his hand to your cheek and wipes a tear away that slips over your cheek. A tear that he caused. You hate the way that you lean into his touch. Hate the way that you accept the comfort he’s offering right now. “I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t” He articulates.

It takes a couple sniffles and a few more tears before you can get your words out. You push Harry’s hand off your cheek when he tries to wipe your tears again and you do it yourself. You sputter our a cough or two before taking a deep breath to talk.

“Then why’d you say it?”

He knew you’d ask this and yet it still catches him off guard. He has to think for a second before answering.

“I- I don’t know. The guys in there I just- They’re not nice people and I just wanted to fit in I guess but I shouldn’t have said anything like what I did. I’m so so sorry, Y/n. I love you so much and I never meant to hurt you”

it’s not spanish but it’s something! dw you’ll do great, i believe in you.

“Sam I give up. I’m gonna fail anyways” You pout after getting your eight cue card wrong in a row, leaning against the wall behind you.

“You’re not going to fail, Y/N” He moves onto the next cue card, flicking through them. “You’re smart, you’re just overthinking it”

“Why is it so hard” You ask, pulling his pillow into your lap to hug and rest your head on, but the question is rhetorical and Sam can tell as he pulls up the stack of cue cards to read off to you.

“Functionalism” Is all he says and you groan.

“It’s the idea that every society runs off of institutions and if one of them fails then they all fail” You think you’re right, but then again you thought you were right everytime.

“What are institutions?” He continues.

“It varies for the society but usually economy, government, religion, education, law, and family”

“Good” Sam sets the card aside because you got it right and moved onto the next one.

“Wait I got it right!” he nods and you cheer. But it only gets worse. That was your last right answer in 20 questions.

Harry thinks he hears your voice coming from Sams room, so he knocks. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little hurt by the fact that you didn’t tell him you were over.

“Yeah?” Sam shouts and Harry opens the door to see you sat on Sams bed looking really sad.

“Y/N when did you get here” He asks, leaning against the door frame.

“A couple hours ago” You say, and your voice sounds tired and dry, it makes his heart squeeze to see you so sad.

“We’ve been studying, and it’s not going too well” Sam says and you groan again, falling to the side so you’re lying on Sams bed on your side, still clutching his pillow.

“I’m gonna drop out. I’m so tired” You pout.

“Okay, come on” Harry says as he walks into the room, taking one of your hands to pull you up and you let him. He takes the pillow from your grasp and place it back at the head of Sam’s bed. He takes both of your hands and pulls you up so you stand.

“Where are we going?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

“Out. Away from here for a bit. Probably McDonalds” He’d never seen such a quick burst of energy.

“You are my favourite person” Harry hopes that you mean it, and that it stays that way.

“Mate, why are we here” Harry groans as Harrison opens the door to the small bookstore, holding it open for Harry who reluctantly enters.

“It’s usually a good idea to read the book before I portray a character from said book” Harrison responds, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“And you couldn’t go to a normal library because...?” Harry trails off the sentence. Harrison only shakes his head in response as he pushes past Harry who follows him. He hopes that Harry didn’t see the smirk on his face. Realistically he could’ve gone to a regular old library, but Harrison had been here before, and there’s something about the cashier that he’d had a few conversations with that’s telling him to drag Harry here.

“Hey!” Your bright voice fills the store, an even brighter smile finding your lips when you see Harrison. It may have also been the adorably freckled boy with red curls who followed him.

“Hello, darling. Did you finish that one book yet?” Harrison asks you.

“The sun is also a star?” Harrison nods “Took me a day and a half”

“Shit. That was fast” Harrison exclaims and you can’t help but notice how Harry scrolls through instagram, clearly bored.

“It was good! Whatcha looking for now?”

“Catch 22?” He asks, his hands coming to rest on the counter top you stood behind.

“Historical fiction. On your right, third shelf” You smile as Harrison taps the counter and nods in thanks. “And for you?” You ask, catching Harry by surprise.

“Me? Oh no I’m just here with him” He stutters out, but he finally looks at you and you seem so nice. The way your sweater hangs over your torso looks warm and comfy, matching the feel of the store itself. “Why, what were you thinking?”

“Well that depends on what you’re into” is ‘you’ an appropriate answer? obviously not Harry, shut up. You lean with your elbow on the counter and your chin in your hand, smiling up at Harry.

“I haven’t really read something for fun in a while. Been busy” He scratches at the back of his neck.

“So it has to keep your attention?” You day as you stand up straight again.

“Yeah probably. I just won’t want to go back to it then” He admits.

“Follow me” You come out from behind the counter, and as you’re walking through the store Harry sees Harrison standing in an aisle, no book in hand, scrolling through his phone, he looks up at Harry as you two pass by. Harry gives him a look, one that says something along the lines of what gives? Harrison replied back with a look telling him to let it happen.

You take him down the aisle and pull one book off the shelf and continue down pulling a second one down.

“Some classics are really boring and these two are at first but once you get past the first little bit they get a lot more entertaining. Ever seen the films for them?” You say showing him Fahrenheit 451 and Lord of the Flies, he shakes his head, no. “Good. Don’t. The books are better”

“I’ll take them” Harry doesn’t really know what makes him say yes. Maybe it’s just how excited you look about the books, or how easily you told him not to watch the movies.

You ring through him and Harrison, handing their books back to them to take home.

“I’m not sure why I did that, I’ve already read Catch-22” Harrison admits.

“So you dragged me in there for nothing?” Harry exclaims as they walk back home along the busy London streets.

“Not for nothing. She’s nice eh?” Harrison says and can’t help but laugh at the way Harry’s cheeks tint pink and he sheepishly smiles.

“Yeah maybe”

tom

darling & love

absolute staled yknow? i feel like all of them call you darling and love but mostly tom. especially in groggy morning voice? yeah. he liked the way your cheeks heat up at it

lovebug

this was an accident or a joke and then it just sorta stuck and now it’s his favourite

haz

angel

princess

harrison likes names like angel and princess cause you are one!!! all women are queens!!! he knows that!!! he def uses angel when you’re doing the do y’a dig?

harry

peaches

babe/baby

i changed it a little i hope that’s okay

You and Harry had been together for about five months. You were comfortable with each other but he’d only seen you in a tank top and shorts, nothing less.

Now, you were lying on his bed, watching Brooklyn Nine Nine. You’d seen this episode multiple times, so when you felt Harry’s fingers tracing over your stomach where your chief had ridden up, your attention instantly diverted from the show to his fingers and the heat they left in their wake.

“You alright?” Harry spoke up, you supposed that he felt how your muscles tended slightly under his touch and how you breath hitched for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, sorry” You stuttered out.

“What is it?” Without even looking at him, you knew that his expression was soft yet worried. You couldn’t deny a look like that, even without seeing it.

“Yeah, I just uh” You licked your lips. “I have stretch marks there and I’m um. I’m a little insecure about them”

“And I was touching them” He said more to himself than you. You nodded, biting your lip gently. “I know it’s not going to change how you feel about them but they remind me of Saturn”

“How so?” You laugh at his comment, finally turning around to face him. He smiled at the grin on your face.

“Have you ever seen Saturn? It’s all striped and stuff. It’s so cool”

“I think you’re thinking of Jupiter”