#hsimagine

A/n: this is the second fix in two days what is happening?! This is purely based on this pic, and no I don’t think I will ever get over it. Pls don’t copy my work, notes would be much appreciated!!

Boyfriend!harry x reader

She’s small but very fluffy!

(Just look him 🥰)

You and Harry had always been a pda- ey couple, just wanting to love on each other all the time when you were in each other’s presence, showing the people around you who the other belonged to, it wasn’t possible to not be touching the other wether it was one of Harry hands on your thigh when out for a meal or one of your hands slipping into the back pocket of his jeans when you were walking. That was only the subtle things you did in public and around your twos friends. Sometimes you were full on kissing nearly turning into full on makeout sessions but someone, usually Mitch when you were with him, would be making throwing up noises or saying ‘get a room you two’. It got even worse when you were at a bar or a nightclub, Harrys possessive side would come out when random men would stare at you, his girl. So he would have you sit sideways his lap which you gladly did always feeling safe in his arms, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear leaving sweet kisses on your neck whilst staring the guy or multiple men who were ogling you, making him chuckle into your skin when they would look the other way awkwardly some even moving seats after being under Harry’s intimidating gaze.

And tonight was no different, the public displays of affection didn’t falter, you and Harry had been invited to Sarah and Mitch’s house for a film and wine night night, popcorn probably being included aswell. Sarah had also surprised you all with matching white dressing gowns having seen them in a sale, so she couldn’t resist and thought they would be perfect for watching films in.

So there you all were barely watching the film that was playing on the tv, it merely just a noise in the background whilst you all were all in deep conversation, you Mitch and Harry sat on the l-shaped sofa and Sarah was sat on the armchair opposite. You were sandwiched between Harry and Mitch, Harry’s hand on your thigh as usual, giving it a squeeze through the soft white fabric of the dressing gown every so often.

‘So H are you going to put ‘medicine’ on the next album’ mitch had asked for the the billionth time that week.

‘I have said it before and I will say it again, I don’t know’ Harry responded.

‘Why don’t you know’ Sarah piped up, picking up another piece of popcorn from the bowl that was resting on her very prominent bump, you and Harry were jumping for joy when they had announced that they were going to have a baby, your pretty sure Mitch still was still in shock but you knew both him and Sarah would be the best parents.

‘It sounds killer when we perform it live so it would sound even more amazing as a studio version’

‘But people have heard it all before and I want there to be all new material in the next album’ he responds tiredly

‘They haven’t heard a studio version of it though, so it technically would be new’ Mitch points out.

‘Oh Mitch will you give it a rest’ Harry says squeezing your thighs a little too hard making him loosen his grip and smooth his hand over the area as if to say sorry.

‘No absolutely not’ you laugh at their heated discussion but at the same time you felt a bit awkward being in the middle of it so you kinda wanted to crawl onto the armchair with Sarah.

‘Harry you might as well give up now’ Sarah chimes

‘Right I will think about it, okay’ Harry settles the argument not wanting to be pestering by the same question over and over again.

‘Hallelujah’ Mitch says bringing his drink to his lips taking a large swig

‘Thank fuck for that’ Harry mutters under his breath reaching for his drink, but still loud enough for everyone else to hear making the room erupt in laughter.

You eventually get up in need of the toilet, Harry reluctantly lets go of your thigh, he had become slightly tipsy and a little sleepy over the course of the past half an hour. You remember once when you were at a bar with the whole band after a concert, he was like this and when you needed to go for a pee he wouldn’t let you do from his grip not wanting to be on his own even though all of his friends were surrounding him, he even tried to follow you to the restroom making you laugh at how cute he was being, luckily this time he stayed put.

When you come back you stand in the doorway of the living room, still being out of view you admire the sight of your boyfriend, he was now laid down against the cushions a hand fiddling with his curls, there wasn’t a crease between his eyebrows like before, his face now looked peaceful. He was clad in his black jeans which looked quite silly compared to the fluffy dressing gown, but he looked so soft and cuddly. You notice that Mitch has gotten considerably closer to Harry as they were having their own quiet conversation, his beer still in hand, meaning that had and excuse to cuddle up with Harry not that you really needed one anyway.

Sarah was now completely immersed watching the film, not noticing you as you reappear into the room, Harry looking up from his conversation smiling at you, his face morphing into a smirk when your knees hit the sofa and you start crawling up the tight gap on his right, before placing your head down on his broad shoulder hand on his chest then snuggling your warm body into his. He immediately places his arm around your shoulder bringing you even closer to him then pressing a chaste kiss to you lips before pressing one into your hair. No words are exchanged between all of this your acts of affection speaking louder than anything.

You spend the rest of the night in this position, chipping into conversations from time to time, getting sleepier as the night went on, the dressing gowns were definitely a good idea Harry thought, they made snuggling so much more toasty, he also couldn’t stop looking down at you with a massive grin you looked soo dreamy and peaceful Sarah even secretly snaps a quick photo of you two one of the many times he does this, finding the interaction truly adorable and posting it on Instagram which you would find out in the morning. Even Mitch found it quite cute, and that was saying something, but he of course didn’t say anything because he was the one that always took the mick out of you two when you were like this, so he decides to stay quiet and go and cuddle with Sarah instead wanting to keep the calm atmosphere of the room.

You realise that your happy place was right in Harry arms and at this moment in time you never wanted to move out of his grip, he suddenly moves to place another kiss to your lips ‘love cuddling you like this baby’

A/n: it’s currently nearly midnight and I have been working on this for the past three hours, so I don’t even know if it makes sense but I will check in the morning lol! Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work!

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, oral fem!recieving, fluff

Agreeing to go on tour with Harry was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made, travelling to every corner of the world and watching your boyfriend perform in front of thousands of people in the most extravagant outfits every night was honestly a dream, but now after four months being on the road with him you we’re finally going home for a break.

‘Wake up darling’ Harry said stroking your cheek, it was only 7’o’clock in the evening in the uk, but jet lag was getting the better of you so Harry being more accommodated to flying here there an everywhere gladly drove you two home from the airport whilst you napped.

You give him a lazy smile stretching your arms in the air ‘we’re home H’ you say excitedly looking at the front of your home, you honestly thought you forgot what it looked like after not seeing it for 4 months.

‘Yes we are my love’ admiring his girl and how cute she looked rubbing her sleepy eyes with her whole palm like a child.

He opens his door and climbs out of the car, quickly making his way to your side to open the door for you like the gentleman he is, ‘m’lady’ he gestures for to to get out the car ‘well thankyou kind sir’ you giggle at him, pecking his cheek on your way to the back of the car.

You two make a quick job of getting all your luggage into the house, only dumping them in the porch already agreeing to deal with it in the morning.

You walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Daisy, your two’s cat who Anne had kindly looked after whilst you and Harry were touring, you felt bad for leaving her for so long but Anne had insisted seeing as Daisy got along with her cats aswell, so she basically had a massive sleepover, ‘hey dais how are you, missed you soo much’ you coo towards her she let you stroke her for a maximum of two seconds before she spots Harry in the doorway and bounds over to him. You chuckle, Daisy had always had a soft spot for Harry and you couldn’t really blame her ‘not giving mama cuddles huh, missed your daddy too much’ he said with the cat laid in his arms, her paws up as if she was in surrender. Eventually she scrambled out of his arms going to her bed in the living room you presumed.

‘Wanna go and watch a film in bed baby, you can choose whatever you want promise I won’t make you watch The Notebook again’

‘Yeah sounds perfect’ she smiles walking to grab his outstretched hand which didn’t have any rings on which was a strange sight after being so used to seeing him with them on.

The two of you trudge up the stairs, and when you finally make it to the top you run into the bedroom that you and Harry shared, and jumped onto your California king bed, making Harry laugh at your antics. You had truly missed this bed after being in a different hotel at least once every two days over the last four months, there was just something about the duvet and the memory foam mattress topper that you couldn’t get enough of, the sheets were also extra soft and smelled like fresh flowers, you laid flat on your back with tight arms and legs splayed out like a starfish, as you practically sunk into the mattress ‘this is better than sex’ you say jokingly but sounding quite serious due to how comfortable you were at that moment.

This made Harry spin round to face you with his eyebrows raised a smirk on his lips, he made his way to the bed, you had your eyes closed so when you felt his breath again the side of your neck it made you jump and had a shiver running out your spine ‘are you sure about that sweet girl’

You open you eyes in shock, not knowing what you said would get him riled up that quickly, or bruise his over so increasing ego, but you knew if you kept playing along he would give it to you really good just so that he could prove you wrong, and you were all for it.

‘Are you saying that this bed is better than my cock...my fingers...and my mouth?’ Kissing you on the sweet spot on your neck between his words.

‘Hmm, I don’t know you’ll have to show me can’t remember.’

‘Oh baby you don’t know what you’ve gotten your self into, I’m gonna make you remember it for days’ making a moan escape your lips, he pounced on top of you pinning you arms above your head kissing you on you lips multiple times before dragging them down your

Harry knew you were probably joking but he loved having his way with you and for the last 4 months being on tour the only sort of intimacy you two had was quick fucks in dressing and hotel rooms with being so busy all the time and at night Harry was understandably tired after doing a show. He wanted to dominate the shit out of you tonight and you had just added fuel to the fire, so with no fear of someone walking in on you both he was going to let loose.

He pulls back and releases your arms, ‘strip for my baby, then I want you to sit at the top of the bed with your back against the headboard’ you moaned softly at his words, already putty in his hands and instantly start undressing as he did the same.

Once you were naked, and sat against the headboard you couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend pulling his t-shirt over his head making his arms flex, your pussy become slick with your wetness as you watched him. Once he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, he gives his shaft a few tugs trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

‘Jesus, can smell you from here’ he moans crawling up the bed, you legs spreading even more on instinct to give him more room. He lays on his belly once he is closer to you wrapping his arms around your thighs swiftly dragging you so that his face was barely centre metres away from your sopping cunt, you drape you legs over his shoulder heels digging into his back.

‘M’gonna use my mouth and my fingers and I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you squirt everywhere sweet girl’ you squirm in his grip his eyes looking directly into yours. He gives you no warning as he ducks down pressing a kiss directly on your clit, then licking a bold stripe up your entire pussy ‘always to wet for me, you taste just like a strawberry angel.’ You throw your head back, you hands gripping onto the sheets to prepare yourself for what was to come.

He focuses back on your clit flicking his tongue from side to side, he teases a his middle finger round your entrance making you buck your hips ‘patience sweet girl’ he says removing his lips from your clit to suck a hickey onto the inside of your thigh.

‘Feels so so good daddy’ the first words you had spoken except moan after moan since Harry started, your fingers pinching your nipples, he smirks up at the pet name, his cock twitching against the sheets.

He decides to give you his fingers, inserting two at the same time, you whine at how easily they slid into you. He gives no time to adjust curling them into a ‘cone hither’ motion then pumping them in and out going knuckle deep every time hitting spots that you would never have been able to fine with your own, a calloused finger rubbing tight circles around you clit. ‘How good is daddy making you feel, tell me’

‘So f-fucking good, your fingers feel amazing inside me daddy’ you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as his mouth finds it’s place back on your clit, adding a third finger into you cunt, still thrusting at a delicious pace, You could feel the knot tightening in your belly, but not only that you felt like a balloon was ready to burst within you.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, knowing that he loved it when you tugged on his curls, but you also did it so that he wouldn’t pull away and deny you of an orgasm when you were almost falling off the edge.

‘Clenching around my fingers baby, know your gonna cum, stop holding back leg go for me’.

‘Shit daddy, I’m so close’ you cry out

‘Yeah you gonna squirt for me, soak the sheets?’

‘Yes daddy’

‘Go on then, cum for me sweet girl’

You couldn’t hold back any longer, after a few more thrusts of his fingers you let go screaming as you do, the ballon inside you also bursting resulting in you squirting over the lowers portion of Harry’s face and the sheets beneath, he moaned out. Your legs were shaking, your head was thrown back, and your back arched as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of you to ride out your intense orgasm. After a few moments you took in a sharp breath having forgotten how to breathe ‘holy shit daddy’ you barely mustered up, you felt like you were floating in mid air, you don’t think you’ve cum that hard in a very long time.

After a couple of minutes you start to come down from your high, you look at Harry who was still in the same position, his eyes were glazed over in lust ‘that was so fucking hot angel, swear I could’ve cum just right there and then’ he licks your folds cleaning up you up a bit. Harry swore he could spend hours between your legs, he couldn’t get enough of your taste.

Eventually he presses one last kiss on your clit, before blowing air directly onto the small bud, making you squirm at the overstimulation.

He moves up you body, pressing kisses against your skin along the way, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples then blowing air only each in just like he had done to your clit making a shiver run up your spine. He reaches your lips kissing, dipping his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste your juices.

‘Was that good sweet girl’ his words muffled by your lips.

‘Yes daddy, m’kinda sleepy now though’ you say shutting you eyes a lazy smile spreading across your face.

‘No falling asleep on me now, haven’t even fucked you yet, m’cocks leakin’ for you.’

This makes you perk up a bit, now yearning to be filled with Harry’s cock, you had only just come down from your last orgasm but you were ready for another one.

‘Want you to come deep inside of me daddy, want you to fill me up so bad’ you whine.

‘You want my cock baby’

‘Yes please daddy’ you were desperate now.

‘Well since you asked so nicely’ he reaches down tugging his cock a few times spreading pre-cum over his length, before slipping into your warm cunt both of you groaning at the feeling, he thrusts all the way inside you his length stretching your walls deliciously.

‘Ohhh sweet girl, swear you pretty cunt was made for me, can I move now’

‘Yes daddy, you can move’ he instantly complies not being able to stay still any longer. He starts a steady pace pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hitting the deepest spots within you. You reach your arms over his shoulders tracing some of his tattoos along the way then gripping onto the soft skin. Whimpers and groans filled the room as Harry buried his face in your neck, your natural scent mixed with your favourite perfume intoxicating him, you take your chance to suck a hickey onto his neck after not having much time to mark him up.

He was fucking into you at a fast pace now, getting lost in pleasure ‘so deep daddy’ you moan. He moved his face from you neck, gripping onto the headboard with one hand to get more leverage, the sight of him above you pounding you into the mattress turned you on even more if that was possible.

‘Daddy can you c-choke me’

His hand flies to your throat gripping it just enough so it restricted you breathing slightly, ‘like that baby, you love it when daddy rough with you, don’t ya’

‘Yes daddy, fucking love it’ you scream as he starts hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

‘Oh shit, daddy’s gonna cum, you gonna cum with me’ he groans hand getting slightly tighter around your throat.

‘I’m gonna cum to daddy, please keep fucking me like that’ your eyes roll into the back of you head you heels looped round his back and crossed at the ankle to keep him as close as possible. His thrusts start to falter and his cock twitches telling you he was about to fall over the edge ‘cum inside me daddy, want you to paint my walls with your cum, please daddy want it soo much’ you whimper also starting to tumble over.

‘Shit I’m cumming’ he growls sheathing into your cunt his cock twitching one last time, his balls resting heavy against the space between your pussy and your tight second hole, he emptied his load inside you, the sensation of his seed filling you up also made you cum, Harry’s grip on your throat giving you a head-rush as you do, you both felt euphoric. After the waves of your release come crashing down in you your body goes limp, you know that you will be sore tomorrow and probably the day after but it was all worth it. Harry’s takes longer to come down from his high, his cum now dripping out of your pussy. ‘You okay bub’ you say sweetly looking up at him.

‘Oh I’m more than okay baby, feel fucking incredible’

He takes his loosened hand off of your throat before resting his body on top of yours, his cock still buried inside of you ‘I take back that last statement about this bed being better than sex’ you whispered breathlessly into his hair stroking through the sweaty curls.

A/n: just a small smutty but very fluffy blurb, I’ve had literally no motivation to write so I’m sorry if this is a bit rubbish. Not proofread of course. Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work :)

Warnings: smutty-ish, daddy kink

Harry had done a number on you tonight, he had fucked you soo hard but soo good. He had been desperate and needy to be inside you after a stressful week filming My Policeman, practically as soon as he got home to you he was kissing up your neck marking you up, then soon one thing led to another and you were face down in the pillows as he fucked you form behind, you loved it when he took control and used you like this, showing you no mercy.

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‘Shit, you okay baby’ he says still balls deep inside your cunt, having just released his heavy load inside you.

‘Y-yeah’ you whimper your limbs all shaky from the intensity of Harry pounding and the euphoric orgasm that had just collapsed on you. You felt all floaty, your eyes still rolling to the back of your head, it was taking you an unusual amount of time to come back down from your high.

‘Oh baby, did I go to hard’ he asked seeing as you hadn’t moved an inch your body feeling limp under his touch

‘No, it’s okay, f-felt amazing’ you could sense how bad he felt by the way he was rubbing the soft skin of your thighs, his worried eyes boring into the back of your skull.

‘I’m gonna pull out baby, squeeze my hand it might hurt a little’ he reaches for you limp hand, he was right when he said it would hurt, as he pulled out inch by inch, you were now truly feeling the effects of your previous activities, making you whimper and squeeze his hand.

‘I’m sorry baby I know, nearly done’ his length still impressively big even when he wasn’t hard.

Once he had removed himself, he quickly scooped up the cum threatening to spill out of your still pulsating pussy with his fingers then quickly wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean, so that it wouldn’t drip down your legs.

The only sound in the room were your attempts at regulating your breathing, he laid down next to you turning on his side to face you. ‘Sweet girl, you coming back to me’ he cooes down to you tucking some strands of your disheveled hair behind your ear.

‘Mhhh hi daddy’ you hummed, your eyes flick open to be greeted by his pretty face, your pupils blown with lust, tears in the corner of your eyes your mascara slightly smudged.

‘It’s Harry sweet girl, not daddy’ the deep realisation hitting him that he had indeed fucked you into subspace.

‘Don’t think I can feel my legs daddy’ you smirk into the pillows, still in the same position with your arse stuck up in the air. He gave up trying to bring you back down, knowing you would fall out of your subspace eventually, it was his fault in the first place so in the meantime he was going to take care of you, like he always did, and anyway he did love taking care of his you, his baby.

‘I know baby, daddy went soo hard didn’t he, I’m sorry baby don’t ever wanna hurt you’ he traces his hand up and down your back, you visibly shiver at his touch.

‘Didn’t hurt me daddy, would have told you to stop if you did, promise.’ You start to shift your legs from underneath you before practically crashing into Harry’s bare chest, not being able to keep yourself up, you felt as it your were numb from the waist down. His arms instantly wrap around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

‘I know but I shouldn’t take out my frustrations on you, that’s not fair cause now your going to be sore all because of me’

I know, but I love it when you fuck me hard, cause I know I’m gonna feel you for days, love feeling you everywhere daddy’

‘Your a little minx you know that’ he says into your hair.

You giggle shyly into his chest, leaving a small kiss to it, his skin salty from the thin layer of sweat adorning his skin.

‘Should we go and take a bath now baby, get all nice and relaxed before bed’ he asks to which you instantly nod your head.

‘As long as you get in with me daddy, just wanna be close to you’

‘Of course sweet girl’ he shifts to sit up with her still in his lap.

‘do you think you can walk poppet’

‘No I don’t think I can daddy, think you’ll have to carry me’ you say dramatically wrapping yourself around him like a koala to which he chuckled into your hair.

He then moved to get off the bed, careful to stay balanced so that he wouldn’t fall or drop you, he walked through to the adjoining bathroom before going to sit you down on the toilet seat so that he could run you both a bath, when you bum comes to contact with the toilet seat your arms cling even tighter around his shoulders ‘gotta let go baby, it’s okay I’m not going anywhere’ the little convincing making you reluctantly remove your arms ‘that’s it baby, can you wait for 5 minutes whilst I fill the tub’ he asks rubbing a finger under your watery eyes.

‘Yes daddy, think I can wait’

‘Good girl’ he turns aye at and that’s when you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, hickeys and marks littered your skin, you absolutely loved the way he marked you up so that everyone knew who you belonged to.

He begins to run the tap making sure it wasn’t too hot and not too cold ‘which bubble bath do you want poppet, we got the rose of the lavender one’ he asks looking over to you to see you swinging your legs like a child, holding up the two bottles so that you could see. He could lie when he said that you looked pretty adorable.

‘Ermm, can we have the lavender please daddy’

‘Of course sweet girl’ he says flipping the cap open and adding a generous amount of it into the tub, creating bubbles as soon as it came into contact with the water.

Soon enough the bath was ready ‘you coming poppet’ you get up from the toilet seat on shaky legs to which he instantly walks over to you so that you could take his hand, scared that you would fall over’

‘Legs feel like jelly daddy’ you laugh at the sensation, you eventually make it into the tub with Harry’s help, the warm water enveloping you, seconds later you feel the water rising before Harry slipped in behind you, wrapping his arms around you once again, your head falling to rest in the gap between his neck and his shoulder. You both love bathing together just the closeness off it all, your muscles felt soo relaxed and not only because of the warm lavender scented water but because of your boyfriend behind you.

You stay in this position for a good 5 minutes in comfortable silence, just basking in each other before you start shifting around the water sploshing about threatening to spill out of the tub, but you don’t seem to care as you turn around and straddle his thighs, Harry looking up at you sweetly knowing how much of a fidget bum you were until you found the most comfiest spot, you then lay down nuzzling you face into the crook of his neck ‘you okay baby’

‘Yeah, this is really nice Harry’

‘Ahh there’s my y/n, come back down have you baby’ he asks looking down at your sleepy face.

‘Yeah I think so, sorry about that H’

‘No need to apologise sweet girl, it was my fault, shouldn’t have gone that hard’

‘Now you’re the one being silly, meant what I said earlier I would have told you to stop if I needed to, but I know you’ll never hurt me bub, always take such good care of me’ you reach up to kiss him to make sure he know you mean it, you take ahold of his face and before he can even say anything and attach you lips to his, him instantly kissing you back reaching to hold your face in his palms as your hands reach up to run through his unruly curls.

You eventually pull away after a while, you felt as if the rest of your energy had gone into that kiss, so you rest your face into his neck once again your eyes fluttering shut ‘no falling asleep on me poppet’

‘S’not my fault that I’m soo tired, and your tiddies are the comfiest pillow ever bubs’ you nuzzle your face even further into him.

‘Hey, I do not have tits’ he retorted

‘You actually do though, have bigger tits than me’ you turn slightly pressing a finger into the fleshy part of his chest, you then start poking at it making it jiggle to further prove your point.

‘Okay, so I may have tits but what are you going to do about it huh’ he said trying to keep back his giggles.

‘Get you a bra, your gonna need it before long otherwise your back is gonna start to hurt’ you laughed into the crook of his neck. He tried to act offended but failed and ended up laughing with you throwing his head back gently hitting the side of the tub.

Once you had both stopped laughing the calm atmosphere of your bathroom resumed, he could help but smile down at you leaving multiple kisses to the top of your head which you had once again nuzzled into his chest, he couldn’t help but smile at your antics, knowing that you would probably be asleep by the time the water got cold, making getting out the bath ten times more difficult but at this moment he honestly couldn’t care less.

‘Love you poppet’ you rasps his voice an octave deeper after having become quite sleepy and relaxed himself, cuddling you always seemed to have that effect on him though.

Harry Styles x ballerina reader

It was a chilly evening. You wrapped your coat around yourself as you and Mia, a girl from ballet, walked through the double doors of your dance school. “Oh Liam is here.” She said after the doors fell shut behind the two of you. “Seems like it.” You said while spotting him and his friends. “And he brought his sports boys.” You added while turning your eyes to your left to look properly at her. “You sure he is good for you?” You asked sceptically. “Y/N Liam is one of the nice guys. I promise.” And with that she was walking down the large steps, in her boyfriends direction.

You knew them all to well. Harry Styles and his friends. They were in a hockey team. That was the downside of your school. It wasn’t just ballet. The school did hold a few different sports, including hockey. Harry and Liam were two of them. And while Mia claimed that Liam was a nice guy, you didn’t believe her one bit. You had known just about as much as other people might have known about them so you couldn’t jump to conclusions. There was a blond guy. You think his name must be Niall, who was really friendly. But that was probably the only one. Other than that you could say with a 100% rate that no hockey player was “a nice guy” as Mia phrased it. Especially not Harry Styles. He was the worst of them all. It’s what you knew from the bottom of your heart. And from true facts. Harry Styles wasted everything he could. He would waste his chances. His parents were the head of your ballet school. Harry was a hockey player who didn’t want to be a dancer. A waste in your eyes. He wasted girls like trophies. Which meant, in your opinion, he wasted his life.

But this shall not be a story based on your believes and opinions of Harry Styles. No, in fact, it’s a story that turned out to be so different from your experience. While you walked down the steps, ready to walk to your dorm, someone called after you. “Y/N wait.” As you turned around you saw Harry running towards you. „ You turned around again and started walking. “Leave me alone Styles.” You said. “I have to talk to you.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “You want to talk to me? About what?” Your eyebrows raised.

“Ballet.” He said with a stern face. He wasn’t joking. “What is it?” You asked. Suddenly as serious sounding as he had just seconds before. “You have to visit my parents office tomorrow at 9 o clock. They want to talk to you.” He said. “Why didn’t they tell me?” “Because they talked to me and forgot to tell you before.” His posture changed. Gis shoulders were still. “Oh thanks I guess.” You said. With that you and him continued to go your separate ways. That was not your first interaction you had with him. A week prior you had the unpleasant “pleasure” of meeting him. Of course you knew who he was before that, but you never had talked to him up to this point where you were dancing after class. You wanted to practice while everyone was asleep. After all, ballet wasn’t something that just came to you. As you were dancing he came inside the studio. “The dance lesson is over Harry your das has left an hour ago.” You said while looking at him through one of the big mirrors you were standing in-fort of. After that, you continued dancing.

“I know. I just have to practice something.” He said after that. “I think you’re in the wrong school building then. The hockey fields are outside.” You didn’t stop dancing . It was too important for you to practice your turn. “No I’m right here. You however seem to miss something with this pirouette.”

Because of his comment you stopped and turned to him. Hands on your hips and eyebrows creasing. You were angry. “Harry it’s my time at the studio. What do you want here?” You asked. “I’m going to show you..” he was walking up to the dance floor. Instead of placing his feet facing the mirror he placed them looking to one another. And then he made a perfect turn. One exactly like you needed to practice for your choreography. “Just do it like that. That’ll help you. “He looked at you, expecting you trying his trick. You did and of course it worked. Wow that was humiliating. How could he know that? Oh well yes, his parents are my dance teachers!