#hs imagines

Synopsis: after a show Harry is full of adrenaline and has a cold bath to cool down…. Will you grit your teeth and join him or back out of it.

Harry x fem! Reader

Warnings: light smut! I wasn’t even planning on it LMAO. It just happened.

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Adrenaline rush

“Wembley you’ve been unbelievable tonight. If you’ve been supporting me for one year, five years, 13 years… whatever it is you have changed my life over and over and over again…” Harry smiled at the crowd who were screaming, a warm smile remaining on his lips before he pulled his face away from the mic coughing slightly determined to not tear up, tour was slowly coming to an end and although he was thoroughly glad he was also very sad… he was going to miss the hell out of touring and seeing all these beautiful beautiful people. “Now we’re gonna finish these shows and then I’m going to go away for a little bit…” an immediate scream of “NO” coming from the audience “no you can’t!” The voices yelled out “BUT… but…” Harry spoke “I want to tell you that I will miss you and I have loved you so so much over these last couple years with this tour. Thank you so much for making this absolutely the greatest experience of my life. Thank you so so much. We hope you had a good time with us tonight! Goodnight beautiful people of Wembley!!!”

Your wide excited eyes watched your boyfriend close up the show before he came running off the stage, adrenaline pumping through his veins before he handed the microphone to one of the staff members before he ran to you, arms encircling around your waist as he lifted you up into his embrace walking forwards with you in his arms “that was so beautiful Harry!” You said eyes full of happiness, your arms wrapped around his neck, staring into his eyes lovingly before you pressed a kiss to his lips. He was all warm and sweaty but you could care less. You watched from the corner of your eye as Lloyd took a picture of the sweet moment between you and Harry you knowing that would ultimately become your favourite picture by the end of the night… you would indefinitely set it as your Lock Screen picture.

“Your cold bath is ready, harry.” One of Harry’s team members spoke “thanks man” Harry spoke before slowly placing you down back onto the floor, pressing a kiss to your lips before smiling “you wanna join?” He asked with a small smirk “but it’s cold.” You spoke with a pout, Harry rolling his eyes playfully “I promise to keep you warm.” He spoke his fingers entangling with yours before he practically dragged you to his dressing room, the medium sized bathtub sat there it’s cold peaceful waters awaiting for you to submerge within it. You shut the door behind you before you pulled your dress off, leaving you in your bra and underwear, harry tossing a piece of gum into his mouth before he too undressed picking up his swimming shorts from the side of the bathtub before pulling them on,

“Alright my love… you bare the waters first…” he spoke with an evil grin and you whined softly Harry holding his hand out towards you which you eventually took fingertips digging into the palm of his hand as you carefully and slowly got into the bath “AH. It’s cold. Jesus Christ harry!” He let out a soft laugh, adrenaline still pumping “it’s alright baby you’ll get used to it. I promise.” He too then got in, standing behind you, before he took a seat, a slight shudder coming from him but his attention soon turned to you as he leaned back into the bath “alright sit down.. I’ve got you don’t worry.” He spoke hands gripping onto your hips gently as you slowly began to lower yourself down into the ice cold water your lower lip trembling. It wasn’t even fucking Luke warm it was Antarctica type freezing. The water splashed around you as you sat down in between his legs a little squeal coming from you at the cold water swishing across your clothed breasts, Harry’s muscular tattooed arms wrapping gently around your stomach, pulling you into the warmth of him as you shivered “relax…” he eased softly into your ear, his fingertips delicately stroking up and down your side, lips slowly pressing from the nape of your neck and all the way down to your shoulder leaving little open mouthed kisses each kiss that he pressed to your skin forced you to relax back into him, eyes fluttering shut blissfully your head coming to rest against his shoulder as he continued delicately kissing your skin

“See? Not so bad after all…” he chuckled softly, continuing to kiss against your skin softly, his hand snaking further around your stomach before trailing down to your thighs his fingers gently stroking against the tops of your thighs as he continued kissing against your skin. It wasn’t often that you and him had after show intimacy. Usually you both went out for a meal and just loved on each other… but this was different… Wembley clearly brought out a different side to him. He was fucking feral but you loved it. “Relax. I’ve got you..” he murmured carefully and very softly into your ear, voice dropping down slightly as he slowly and very easily slid your panties to the side, two fingers stroking up and down your slit your eyes fluttering shut, body reacting in the most delicious ways, the water swishing gently as his wrist began slowly moving up and down- teasing against you, lips continuing to suck against your neck gently

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas to all that celebrate! This is the second to last chapter. You know what that means . . . this one is pretty special. Hope you enjoy as always. It’s been my pleasure writing for you. Love, May.

Catch up on everytime here

December 13, 2019. 1 PM.

His album was finally out. From people’s reactions on Twitter, everyone was happy with it. I was happy with it. Harry was happy with it. I took it he was from him making margaritas in the morning. I couldn’t tell if he was happier that the album was out or he was performing at the Forum tonight. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was if Harry was happy with it.

“I'm going, oh, I'm going” Harry sang while playing his guitar. “I'm going, oh, I'm going”

I took out my phone, beginning to record him on the stage.

“I'm going, oh, I'm going home. Hey!” Harry sang more.

Harry bent down to me as he strummed his guitar. He stuck his tongue out at me. I stopped recording. Harry and the band stopped playing. I clapped for them. Harry smiled at me.

“Thank you” Harry said to me.

“Pleasures all mine” I responded.

Harry looked to his band.

“Take ten?” He asked them.

one sweaty hatemance, comin’ right up

💙 for all intents and purposes, equius knows that he should respect you. your pure, purple blood holds you to a higher status than all other land dwellers. and we all know what a sucker equius is for the hemospectrum. but there’s just something about your nonchalance, your blatant disregard of your privilege, that just irritates equius.

🥛 at first, he tries to avoid you. equius is not a confrontational troll, especially with higher castes. but then he starts running into you places—highblood functions (is that a thing?), at the market, even on trollian. you become an unfortunate constant in equius’ life.

💙 it all comes to a head late one day on trollian. equius almost didn’t reply to your message—but there’s something about you, your biting retorts and overall irreverent attitude, that keep him hooked. you confuse equius; you are uncharted territory. the two of you spend hours messaging back and forth, hardly noticing the daylight slowly creeping into night.

🥛 soon, equius is speaking to you almost as often as he speaks to nepeta. as infuriating as you may be, he finds himself needing you. you are a challenge, an enigma, and he wants more.

💙 equius is in denial for a long time over his pitch crush for you. he finds it improper to have such feelings for a highblood; while he does respect you, a larger part of him is waxing black hard core. it takes days of nepeta meddling for him to finally admit even to himself that he was black for you.

As promised here’s the prompt list! you’ll send in a question with the number and I’ll do an imagine based on the scenario.

#1 Attending the listening party and getting noticed. 

#2 Boyfriend Harry surprising you with a trip to the German/Belgian x-mas market.

#3 Getting drunk with colleagues at a company party and kissing under the mistletoe

#4 Running into an ex-boyfriend and introducing a stranger as your boyfriend because you overheard your ex mocking you

#5 Running late for an important meeting and (nonfamous) Harry runs into you spilling coffee on you.

#6 BFF Harry checks on you after a huge power outage in your building.

#7 He gets you in a secret Santa challenge you have going with your mutual friends

#8 Building a snowman 

#9 Spending your first winter together

#10 You’re neighbors and he freaks out about your new dog.

#11 Sending out x-mas cards together.

#12 Stuck at the airport while he’s taking you home for the holidays to meet his parents.

#13 First snowfall as a couple

#14 Celebrating Friendsgiving

#15 He rents a creepy cabin in the woods for Thanksgiving 

#16 He’s sick and you take care of him 

#17 You’re freezing and he gives you his jacket

#18 Your first date

#19 You broke up a few years ago and he regrets it after running into you.

#20 You’re a family friend but he secretly fancies you.

#21 He forgets an important moment of your choice.

#22 He plays you the album for the first time. 

#23 He proposes after an argument.

#24 He’s on tour and sends you postcards from every city.

#25 He sends you handwritten letters weekly while he’s writing the album.

#26 Harry displays PDA for the first time.

#27 He takes you on a date to a concert

#28 You find out a huge secret

#29 You have your first big fight 

#30 Meeting him for the first time 

#31 You’re fighting and he hurts your feelings

#32 You surprise him with a lavish vacation 

#33 You’re friends but he kisses you 

#34 Dad Harry dresses up as Santa 

#35 He calls because he’s homesick 

#36 The Breakup 

#37 You see a pap pic and point out how much you look like a couple

#38 He can’t take you seriously when you’re upset

#39 Cuddly Harry 

#40 You miss him while he’s on tour 

#41 He accidentally tells you he’s in love with you.

#42 He’s jealous

#43 He hogs the blanket and you’re cold 

#44 He suffers selective memory when he realizes you’re right 

#45 You’re a YouTuber and you pull a prank on him 

#46 His first appearance on your YouTube page 

#47 You can’t sleep but he wants to cuddle 

#48 You start texting him memes 

#49 You let him listen to your Spotify playlist for the first time 

#50 You’re wrapping x-mas presents but he comes home

#51 “ I want to be your handest goodbye”

#52 He tries out new pickup lines on you

#53 The media finds out about you but you’re not famous 

#54 You meet on a dating app 

#55 You accidentally tell him you’re crushing on him

#56 He’s indecisive about who he wants to be with and you’re over it.

#57 You sneak into Disney together.

#58 He’s acting like a man child.

#59 He takes you to meet your celeb crush

#60 He gets really shy around you.

#61 Singing together while cooking 

#62 Defending him during your first interview 

#63 Going to see a scary movie but he gets scared 

#64 Your first red carpet 

#65 “My boyfriend dresses me for a week challenge” on YouTube

#66 You move in together

#67 You’re always cold and he’s always hot

#68 You meet in a subway

#69 You run into an/his ex

#70 He finds your tattoo

#71 He introduces you to his friends 

#72 You adopt a dog together 

#73 You make it official 

#74 He mentions your relationship in an interview but you’re not public yet

#75 Deep late-night conversations because both of you cant sleep 

#76 Your first unknown adventure together

#77 You watch your favorite novella together for the first time 

#78 He finds out you used to run a full-on fan account 

#79 Introducing him to your parents 

#80 He’s your neighbor and he holds a package for you

UM HEY GUYS. First post. I’m Daisy, you can also find me over at @petehparker 

Here we goooooo

Summary: Reader confesses her love to Harry, but they’re just friends. Angsty as hell. 

Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Kinda sad?  

A/N: First Harry fic ever, please be gentle and REBLOG if you enjoyed!

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Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut and moved on; drowned her feelings and pretended like it didn’t pain her every time Harry’s gaze wandered or like a little part of her died every time he introduced her as his friend. 

“I don’t just love you Harry, I’m in love with you. Have been for a while I suppose.” 

She shouldn’t have said a damn thing, because here he was before her, slack-jawed and silent. Staring at her like she could tell him what to say. He opened his mouth only to close it again, and those twenty seconds of silence felt like the longest of her life. He stepped towards her, a hand reaching for her wrist, “Y/N, I-“ he was stammering, unsure of how to respond. 

She shook her head, the tears blurring her vision as she moved past him, a dry laugh escaping her lips. “See you around, Harry.” 

She was vaguely aware of his footsteps and shouts behind her. But she was so incredibly embarrassed and hurt that she couldn’t stand to even look at him. She didn’t hate him. She couldn’t even if she tried. Pitiful. And as much as she wanted to avoid the self-loathing and pity, she couldn’t say that rejection was new to her. 

Guys dated her friends first, only giving her the time of day if one of her girlfriends turned them down. Second best. She’d had plenty of dates that ended well before they really began. She forced the thoughts out of her head, crossing the threshold and running for her car, so desperately wanting to be home. 

The tears fell freely within the safety of her car, heaving sobs escaping her mouth, leaving her to gasp for breath. She kicked off her shoes as soon as she got to her flat, making a beeline for her bedroom and throwing herself atop the bed, removing the covers and hiding beneath them, seeking comfort. She felt like an idiot. The only thing she could see was the blank look on his face. The rejection. Him confirming that he didn’t love her the way she loved him. 

They were close. But maybe she was so blinded by her love for him that she let herself read too heavily into every word that left his mouth; every glance. Surely, not all friends acted the way they did. 

“Harry, we’ve seen that like 12 times!”

“Should we make it 13? It’s a lucky number isn’t it?” 

“Not many people think so,” she responded, chucking her pillow in his direction. 

She stretched her hands out, wriggling her fingers, a silent demand for the remote. He smirked at her, lazily tossing it her way. “Now Harry, have you seen Labor Day?” 

He shook his head. “Never heard of it.”

“With Kate Winslet?”

“Not ringin’ a bell. I’ll give it a chance I suppose,” he answered as if he ever had a choice in the matter. 

She started the movie, settling back into the couch, her blanket wrapped around her like a cape. “Better be good Y/N,” he said, giving her a stern look.

 “Eyes on the screen, H.”

Apart from a few snide comments, Harry seemed to be enjoying it, and Y/N’s eyes had yet to leave the screen. He reached out, tugging on her blanket. 

“What is it H?” He grumbled something about cuddles and she finally turned towards him a small smile on her face.

“You’re so needy,” she chided, feigning annoyance but moving towards him all the same. Once she was right beside him, she swung her legs over into his lap, letting her head fall on his chest. Harry secured his arms around her, signing in contentment. 

“Better.” 

Harry was right. All of it felt incredibly right and every time Harry leaned down to look at her, she felt her face heat up and the butterflies in her stomach dance when he whispered a comment or asked a question. She was so aware of how close he was, of how his arms held her in place and the rise and fall of his chest. All of it. 

“You know, this whole thing seemed creepy in the beginning, but I support it now.”

She laughed at that and he grinned down at her.

“Whatcha laughin’ at love?” 

“I felt the same way when I first watched it. Just wait to see what happens.” 

The movie was nearing its end, and Harry was fed up. “Really, Henry? Why did ya go and do that?” He peered down at Y/N, only to see that her eyes were shut, the fabric of his t-shirt bunched in one hand. A fond smile spread across his face as the credits began to roll, darkening the room. He could have easily carried her upstairs to his bed and taken the couch, but he liked this just fine. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and he couldn’t see it, but she felt it. He shifted a little bit, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling, thinking that it had been a good day. 

But surely they were just friends? She thought of how he sometimes came over at 2 in the morning after meeting friends, stumbling a little bit, but crushing her in a hug, telling her how much he loved her. As a friend, she thought bitterly. 

She couldn’t even be mad at him. Love couldn’t be forced, she just wanted so badly for him to have told her differently. She pulled her blanket up towards her chin, willing sleep to take her so she wouldn’t have to keep replaying the moment in her mind. 

Her eyes had been closed for maybe 5 minutes when she heard knocking on the door. She knew who it was. Not now, she thought. The knocking stopped, and she thought he had gone, but the knocks were replaced with Harry’s desperate pleas. 

“Y/N, please lemme in sweetheart. M’sorry ok, so sorry. I really need to see you. Need to make sure my girl’s alright.”He was met with her silence. “I’ll stay here all night if I have to love. Please Y/N.” 

His voice was softer now, sad. She couldn’t face him. Not yet. But she couldn’t let him sit outside her door all night either. She forced herself up, padding across the wood floor, stopping in front of the door. 

“Harry?” she croaked. 

“Lemme see you love,” his voice was hardly above a whisper. 

“You have to leave Harry. I’m not mad at you, I just want to be alone a while.” Her voice always gave her away. It was evident how much she had been crying.

 “Y/N if you would just-“ She cut him off.

“Harry, please!” She pleaded, her voice rising. “After what just happened can you please just give me some time? Just some damned time!” 

He was silent a moment. “Really what you want love?”

“Go Harry. I’m not ready.” She waited until she heard him shuffle from the doorway, peeking through the peephole as he receded. As she shuffled back to her bed and pulled the covers back over her head, she wondered one thing. 

is it good? is it shit? is it going anywhere? lemme know fam!!

“No,” He said. I looked over at him, and cocked my head to the side, confused. “Wow, you. I’ve known you less than what,” He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “Ten hours? And you have completely captivated me.

.    .    .    .    .    .

Going to that party a few months ago ended up being the best decision I’ve ever made. Harry’s personality completely drew me in, and I’d been hooked ever since. The school year had ended, leaving the two of us to hang when the both of us happened to be free. I had been accepted for an internship at a popular magazine as their photographer, so I didn’t get to see much of him. The summer, however, was nearing it’s annual transition back into fall, as well as the end of my internship. Students make their way back up to campus, saying goodbye to family and friends and pets, to throw themselves back into a seemingly endless pile of work.

Autumn, in New York City, is absolutely breathtaking. So beautiful, it has inspired countless works of art describing the pure wonder you feel while roaming the streets. So, as I found myself doing the same, I turned on Billie Holiday’s “Autumn in New York” and was humming along to the melody when a hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder. I let out a squeak, preparing to turn back and defend myself. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I looked behind me and was met with a familiar mop of curly brown hair.

“Goddamn, Styles. You always do that.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes while turning to face him. Ours eyes met and my breath hitched. We were just friends, but I couldn’t deny the butterflies I felt whenever we were together. There was just no way he felt the same. I had gone through the whole process before. You make a new friend and inevitably fall for them, but they just “don’t see you that way” I knew that would happen here as well, so I tried my absolute best to keep that from occuring.

“Sorry, love, you were jus’ walking fast ‘n I wanted to catch up with ya.”

“Of course I was walking fast, Harry. If you don’t walk fast they let you know.” I gestured to the passers-by, and sure enough, some of them gave us looks for standing still in the middle of the sidewalk. As a fan of not having to deal with confrontation, I pulled Harry to the side. After regaining my composure, I let my eyes flicker up to his green ones once more.

“I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?” He inquired. It was true, the both of us had been busy getting ready to go back to school, and hadn’t had time to see each other. We sent a text here and there, but other than that didn’t have time.

“I’m good. On my way to pick up my last paycheck for the internship, then to campus for my dorm listing. You?”

“Mostly to campus. I ‘ave to get my schedule to see what books I have to buy. Hey-” He reached up and laid a hand on my shoulder. “I miss you. What do you say we get dinner tonight? We can stay up talking all night like old times.” Harry missed me? It was hard to imagine, but it still felt good. I let the thought linger for a moment, before realizing Harry was still waiting for an answer, and snapped back to my senses.

“Of course, Harry! I’ll be done with all of my errands at like…” I checked my notes to see my schedule for day. “Five-Thirty? I can meet you at a restaurant if you like.”

“I was actually thinking you could come to my place. I actually meant to tell you, I won’t be living in the dorms this year. I got my own shoebox studio.” He giggled, and his dimple popped out. Jesus Christ.

“Are you sure there’ll be enough room for the two of us?” I smirked up at him, and our eyes met. He rolled his, which made me laugh.

“Yes, love, there will be room for the both of us. I’ll get takeout from my favorite Chinese place and text you the address. Sound good?” The offer sounded promising. My favorite brit, my favorite food, all to myself.

“Sounds good.” An alert went off on my phone, letting me know I had to be on my way to my next errand. “Just - text me, yeah?” I looked up with a hopeful glint in my eye, hoping that even though he invited me two seconds ago, that he hadn’t changed his mind.

“Of course.” He returned my question with a smile, and pulled me in for a short lived embrace before continuing down the street.

.    .    .    .    .    .

The rest of my day was full of waiting in line to speak with incompetent workers. Several times I had to pull out my “I’d like to speak with the manager tone” which I didn’t usually like to use, but today prompted it. The only thing that got me through the whole thing was the thought of Harry, and chinese food.

As promised, at around five-thirty, I received a text from my big-headed friend.

Hey pet, it’s me. Still on for dinner? Xx   He always ended his texts with a double x. It was endearing.

Yeah! Just let me know when and I’ll head over, yeah? Xx

Harry responded with his new address, and I got on the subway to the closest street. I still had to walk a few blocks, but I didn’t mind, seeing as it was getting cooler. It was also my favorite part of the day. We called it the “golden hour”, and it was beautiful. There’s about a half an hour where the sun is making its way down before peeking below the horizon where it basks everything in this beautiful honey-like glow. I was standing below his new apartment building taking photographs of the way the sun laid over the surroundings when I heard a shout from above me calling my name.

“Oi! Stop taking pictures and come up here to eat with me!” I looked up and saw Harry leaning out his window.

“Get your head in before you fall out, dumb dumb.” I made my way through the front of the apartment building as soon as I heard the buzz letting me know he had unlocked it. By the time I had exited the elevator, Harry was standing outside his door, a fake scowl plastered across his lips.

“Took you long enough, sista.” He had a hand rested on his popped hip. I couldn’t tell if he was using ‘sista’ seriously or not. I went along with it regardless. I rolled my eyes before responding.

“I was gone two minutes, babe. Missed me that much?” I jokingly kissed his cheek as I entered his apartment. Before I made it all the way in, a sly smirk appeared on his face.

“You know it, pet.” and winked at me before pinching my bum. I let out a squeak and a light laugh. We always played around like this, but I knew it didn’t mean anything. He wasn’t kidding about it being a shoebox. Right when you entered you saw the whole apartment. Straight across from the doorway was his bed. A familiar Fleetwood Mac poster hung above the bedpost. To the left of the door was a small kitchen area, equipped with a fridge, and an oven. A small cupboard and a few drawers accompanied them. To the right, was a small door which I assumed led to the bathroom. I looked down and noticed the picnic-style area for us that Harry had set up for us to eat at, with the lack of table. (“I usually eat in bed.” was his answer to the question you asked while on the floor later.) There was a blanket in the middle of the room with a few select throw pillows, as well as some candles.

“Harry you didn’t have to do all this!” I was genuinely awed by the effort he put in. Did I mean this much to him?

“Wanted to.” A blush sprouted across his cheeks as he grabbed my hands and let me to the blanket on the floor. “Sit, please.” He gestured to the general area.

“Delighted to.” For some reason, I was really nervous. As I sat down, Harry made his way to a record player, and started playing - you guessed it - a Fleetwood Mac vinyl. As the first song started, he sauntered back my way.

The food and utensils were already on the blanket, and as he joined me, I felt the atmosphere shift from two friends eating dinner, to a date. I didn’t know whether or not to say anything, because I wasn’t sure if he felt it, and I definitely did not want to screw this up. Luckily, he said something before I worked up the nerve to.

The commotion from the end of the hall was slowly starting to gain the attention of everyone who loitered outside. The voices, which had previously been muffled by the closed door, gradually grew louder and louder, until every word shared between the group could be heard by everyone who hung around long enough to listen. Harry’s was the loudest, his low, rumbling tones were suddenly filled with anger and upset as he cried back in retaliation.

“Excuse me, excuse me” I mumbled as I weaved my way through the packed hallway, gently but urgently rushing towards the meeting room to do what I could to calm the situation. I didn’t wait to knock, instead pushing my way through the closed door and stumbling into what appeared to be quite a heated situation. All those in the room stood in challenge to the others. Against the wall Liam, Niall and Louis rested their backs, withdrawing themselves as best they could from the argument that was waging between Harry and 2 senior members of the management team, with nothing but a flimsy wooden desk separating them.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” I cried as I closed the door firmly behind me, announcing my presence and shielding the exchange from prying eyes. Harry’s eyes snapped towards me. His face was red with anger, his jaw was tense beneath his porcelain skin, and his hands were balled tightly into fists at his side. A moment of silence fell upon the room as I cast my gaze around every person present. Harry let his stare drop, Liam and Louis would barely look me in the eye, Niall made a step forward, as if prepared to speak, but with a quick glance towards the two men behind the desk he thought better of his decision and returned to where he stood.

“It’s none of your concern” one of the men spoke. I had never taken the time to learn the names of the management team, most of them meant nothing to me and Harry often made it clear that there would never be a time when I would need to address them personally.

“I don’t believe I was asking you” I replied, offering a quick raised eyebrow before directing my attention towards Harry.

“What’s going on?” I repeated. Harry was never one to lie, especially to me, yet I could see on brewing on the tip of his tongue. I gave a disgruntled sigh and placed both hands on my hips, keeping my gaze firmly locked on his own.

“I-” he began before taking a small breath and composing himself. He looked weak and small as he stood before me, a far cry from the man who I encountered when I first entered the room. He looked afraid. Afraid of me? Afraid of them? Afraid of what I might think? I could not say. His eyes fell to the floor.

“I asked if I could wear lipstick, tonight for the show. Well I more told them that I was going to. But they… they said-”

“We said no” one of the men interrupted. He was a short, stout man, with a shiny bald head and a freshly shaved face. A small cut was present just below his ear where he had nicked himself.

“And why did you say that?” I asked, casting my attention towards them. From the corner of my eye I saw Harry’s head snap up towards mine.

“Because it’s a ridiculous suggestion” the second added, “wearing lipstick on stage” he tutted.

Anger bubbled in the pit of my stomach as I observed the two narrow minded men before me. Harry had never been one to hide such desires from me. Whenever he wanted his nails painted I was the one he came to. Often he would ask me to put little braids in his hair as we sat and watched TV together in the evening. Harry was wonderful, and unique, I adored everything about him. But to know that he was ashamed to admit that he wanted to wear lipstick in front of me, only made me realise that the two men before me were the reason. They made him feel ashamed of who he was, who he wanted to be, and it took everything in my power to not leap across the desk and smack them.

“Harry, go get my make-up bag. It’s in the rucksack I brought with me” I said, my eyes never wavering from the two men before me.

Harry took a step towards me but hesitated.

“Y/N it doesn’t matter-” he began.

“Harry,” I said, returning my attention to him. His eyes were soft, his hands wringing together in front of him. “Go get it” I said gently, reaching my hand out to place it on his nervous ones. He turned one of his palms upwards and let his fingers dance with mine for only a second, before nodding and leaving the room. Chaos erupted behind him.

“How dare you!” the short one spat, “we have worked for years to create his image!”

“Fuck his image” I hissed. “Do you know anything about those people out there?” I asked, gesturing my hand vaguely in the direction of the stage where already the crowd was beginning to build. Screams and loud chatter could be head down the halls and an excited tension sizzled in the air. “Do you think they care about some ‘image’ you have tried to create. I know how they think, I know what they like. I’ve been a fan for 5 years, I’ve watched this band grow and I’ve seen their talent grow with it! Do you think they are here to see these boys because of some image you think you’ve created? This stadium will be full tonight because these boys have given them something most have never had before. Something to love. Those people out there probably know each individual boy better than you ever will, they love the individual personalities of each and every one of them. Were either of you paying even the slightest bit of attention when Harry performed with his hair braided, or when he went on stage with painted nails and a Pride wristband? ‘Cause if you were you will have noticed that on those days, that boy got more attention, more appreciation and more love than he has EVER received during one of your little publicity stunts!” I yelled. My cheeks were flushed red with frustration, my hands shook at my side and my heart leapt in my chest, beating against my ribcage so hard I was sure I could hear it.

“She’s right” Niall muttered, but was quickly silenced by a glare from the other man.

Before another word could be uttered, Harry stepped back into the room, my small bag in his hand. In the other he held a single lipstick, clasped firmly in his palm. He held it out for me.

“No Harry” I smiled, taking the little tube from him and glancing at the sticker on the end, “It’s not the right shade for you. You need something lighter” I said. His eyes widened slightly in understanding before he unzipped the bag and rummaged through, pulling out tube after tube, glancing at the colour before finally settling on a light red.

I took the tube from him and beckoned him closer. He shuffled forward and crouched slightly as I removed the lid and swiped the stick carefully across his lips, following the curve of his cupids bow and flicking my eyes up to meet his every few seconds. His eyes were dark and full of adoration. I’m sure he would have spoken if he could.

“He’ll be mocked for this. Ridiculed!” the short one barked.

“Perhaps”, I said, wiping off a small smudge with my thumb and placing the lid back on the tube, “but at least he’s being himself”.

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I’m sorry for not updating in so long! I have been working really hard on my fic and unfortunately my imagines have taken a back seat!

If you would like to check out my Harry fanfic ‘Chimera’ then follow the link below! There are 24 chapters posted so far:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/72445114-chimera-h-s