#nextdoorharry

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request : Could you do one where y/n is insecure about her body and Harry comforts her. Maybe they are like going to the beach for the first time together as like a 3rd official date? And y/n wanted to wear a bikini but wasn’t sure if she likes how she looks?

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you were in deep.

he was in deep.

you and harry have only been on two dates so far and both of you are already so whipped for each other. not that any of you two would make it completely known as it’s so new right now.

harry absolutely admires your personality. your laugh, your kindness, your knowledge, your confidence, and oh that face. he can never stop looking at you. so mesmerized by your eyes, your lips the way it curves into a shy smile as you blush at his flirtatious words to make you swoon. when glenne showed him your instagram when she wanted to set you guys up together, he couldn’t stop looking. “how does one look so..ethereal?” he would mumble, with his doe eyed look. glenne would snatch her phone back laughing, already about to call you up asking if you’d like to go on a date with him.

you on the other hand? you always thought he was attractive, humble, and funny. you never said anything though. it was just a thought. you only seen him from afar at big parties glenne and jeff would host, but you never met. you also assumed he probably already had someone, so you never cared, and carried on with your life, not really caring about wanting a relationship as you love the independence.

but i mean, who wouldn’t take up an opportunity on him? so when glenne called you up asking if you’d like to go on a date with harry as she thought it could work out between the two of you, you kindly accepted.

now that brings you to yours and harry’s third date.

he wanted to take you to a private beach as it’s possibly the last week of warm weather before cooler conditions come around. he decided it was probably gonna be his last hurrah at the beach for the year. and he wanted it to be with you.

you’re not going to lie and say you weren’t nervous, because you are. this is the first time harry will see more of your body. you two haven’t had sex yet, and you haven’t worn anything revealing on the past two dates. so you’re nervous.

you have always been pretty confident, not needing a person’s validation, and not worried about how you looked. but god this was harry. you’ve never been this attached to someone already, and it’s only the third date.

“he’s been with models..” you quietly mumble, looking at yourself in the lengthy mirror. wearing a plain black bikini set with the straps as gold chains, you also have a sheer, sexy, long & flowly beach robe on.

should i just postpone? have our third date when it’s colder so we won’t have to go to the beach?

or should i just keep my robe on the whole time?

as you’re contemplating which to do, your thoughts get interrupted by a knock on the door. fuck.

you quickly just wrap yourself with the beach robe and head to the door, opening it.

“hiya darling” harry says, leaning against the doorframe. he’s wearing yellow swim trunks, with a golden hawaiian button up, and his hair in its natural state.

“hi harry, come in” you sweetly smile, give him a little kiss on his lips, and step out the way so he can come in.

he trails behind you, as this is only the second time he’s been to your place. so he’s still learning his way.

“you look prettyyyy,” harry says in a girly like tone. arms behind his back, saying it all shyly, dimple popping out.

you turn around blushing, and murmur a quiet “thank you,” and have him sit for a bit at your breakfast bar while you take out the little platter you made of appetizers so you two can eat and go.

“wasn’t kidding when i said you look pretty y’know. beautiful you are. can’t keep m’eyes off ya. i swear it.” harry sweetly said as he indulges in the food.

liar. he’s pitying you. you don’t look good in this bikini.

all of those thoughts are running through your brain. and you don’t know why you feel your eyes water up. it’s harry. you just want to impress him. look good for him. but it’s so hard to feel validated when you don’t feel good wearing this.

harry notices how you’re looking down, staying quiet. “..y/n? y’good?”

“h-harry,” you choked, looking up at him. he sees your sad demeanor and watery eyes, and quickly ushers across the kitchen island to cup your face.

“what happened, hm? what’s got you so upset? don’t like seeing you cry darling, shh,” he coos.

your heart warms.

he wraps his arms around you and cradles your face into his neck. this is the first time he’s seen you upset, as it’s only been about a month and a half knowing each other. and it hurts him.

harry comforting you was the best feeling. especially since he had no clue why you were upset, he did his best to make sure you’re okay.

“i’m sorry i-i think m’just a little sensitive right now. s’like, i want to make a good impression on you and all, but i feel like i can’t wearing this..i just don’t feel good about myself..i’m sorry it’s dumb i-” harry kissed your lips to shush you.

“shh. s’not dumb at all love. we all have insecurities. but darling, you have to understand, i’m whipped for you. m’crazy about you. you don’t have to do anything to try and impress me. you’re a beautiful person, and y’know when glenne first showed me your pictures, i spent so long staring at them, she had to snatch her phone away” he states, kissing your forehead.

you giggle a bit, slightly feeling better and mumbling a “stoppp,”

“m’serious! honest! ask her. it makes me so upset that you’re feeling like this because you radiate so much confidence which is one of the many things i admire about you. you look amazing in this, and in anything really, so please don’t think otherwise,” he says sincerely. you nod in his chest, feeling much more better.

obviously just a little talk like that won’t make it completely go away. but it’s so comforting. you never felt this appreciated. so loved.

“thank you, harry. s’just, y’know i see the tabloids of the girls you used to supposedly be with, it’s a little hard to not push those insecurities aside,” you state, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

“i understand that. but y/n personality is so much to me. and if m’honest, half those girls you might of saw didn’t have that, but y/n baby, you do. you’re a beautiful person inside and out. best believe, darling, you have me wrapped around your finger. i’m so into you,” harry confesses. you’re blushing and you look into his eyes.

“and i can physically show you how much i’m into you, if you’d have me that is..” he trails off.

you smile and murmur a quiet “yes please,” and he smirks, picking you up bridal style and headed to the room where he’d love on you all night.

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Fucking hell, I have so many thoughts. 

Harry is recording the scene where the girls have watermelon over their bikini bottoms, and I'm assuming there's a visual of him doing so, which is almost an implication of him recording them, which is fucking sexy. There's the table, perhaps to prop them up on. Not to mention the moments of him staring at them or tossing the watermelon and the juice flying everywhere. Juicy and sticky messages. Eating out. AND THE HAIR PULL.

Imagine him flying the two of you to Jamaica, carrying you to your suite like the good (and strong) husband that he is, a big smile on his face that showed off his dimples!!!! The sound of the two of you giggling echoing through the hallways and Harry would have to haul you over his shoulder because he’s struggling to swipe the keycard to your room. As soon as he manages to open the door, he puts you down on the king size bed, standing before you and taking a moment to bask in your beaut. He’s stood there in disbelief, trying to comprehend how he’s the luckiest man in the world having you as his wife and gosh he just could not stop smiling.

“What?” You asked him, still with a smile that matched Harry’s.

“Just so lucky,  y’know?” He replied, pushing his shoes off and climbing into bed with you, separating your thighs so he could lie between them. “I’m married to the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Oh shush it, you!” You giggled, feeling your face heat up. “If anything, I’m the one who’s lucky. ‘Am married to Harry freaking Styles.”

“Yeah, it’s like winning the lottery hey?” Your husband replied. You gasped, feigning shock but before you could follow with a snarky remark, Harry was already placing kisses all over your face, his struggle-stache lightly rubbing against your skin. The room was filled with the sound of the two of you giggling and of his lips smacking against your face. 

“Harry, stop!” You laughed, tugging lightly on his hair to get him to pull off. 

“Okay, okay. Just one more,” He said placing one last lingering kiss on your lips.

“I love you, Mr Styles,” You said, looking up at your husband.

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request : Hiii, your writing is soo good. I was wondering if you could maybe write something about Harry having a really short girlfriend. I'm 5'0 ans I think it would be super cute 🥰

hehe thank youu! and i love this one, i’m short as well😫 thank you anon for requesting! enjoy<3 sorry this is kinda short. hehe see what i did there. i’m currently working on another piece 🤍

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you were organizing your section of yours and harry’s shared closet, as you’d put it off for days. you finally had some free time on your hands and you didn’t have anything to do, so while harry was in his home studio working, you decided to finally get to it.

you finish up with hanging clothes, tossing the stuff you don’t wear anymore in the donation pile, color coding your clothes and such. and that leaves you to the top shelf.

you can’t reach it at all.

you would go down and ask harry to help you, as he is a whole foot taller than you, but you just know he’s gonna tease you about it like he always did.

it’s quite funny to be honest. but you being you, you always want to prove a point that you’re not that short.

so when harry would hear a thud from upstairs, he decides it’s time to finish up for today and see what on earth you’re up to.

he walks into your shared bedroom, head quickly turns to the closet as he sees the lights on. you don’t hear him. you’re too busy trying to reach some shoe boxes of the shelf.

he finds it humorous and adorable that you’re so determined to not get his help and do it on your own. i mean he gets it, he makes fun of you 24/7 when you can’t reach the cereal on the top shelf in your kitchen cabinet (which he puts it up there on purpose to see you try, which he would never tell you because it’s so cute.)

he quietly walks over to you, already giggling a bit seeing you on your tippy toes trying to reach. you let out a yelp when you feel soft hands hold your waist and lift you up.

“nooooooo, you weren’t supposed to help me,” you state all whiny but smiling. he puts you down once you got the shoe box you needed and laughs. you turn around to look up at him.

“where’s this voice coming from? can’t see anyone..hm, weird,” harry says smirking, looking around, of course over your head. about to walk out the closet.

you giggle and grab his hand quickly before he walks out, “heyyy. told you not to help me and let me do it on my own when you see me struggle to reach something,” you say holding both his hands looking up at him.

“and i told you to let me know when you’re struggling. y’could seriously hurt yourself, babe,” harry says smiling at you, giving a peck to your forehead, “and we don’t want that now do we?”

“well y’know that saying..pain makes you grow,” you trailed off, proud of your little pun.

“don’t grow, can’t see you hurt,” harry says, swinging your arms as you’re holding his hands.

you scoff. “yeah like that’s the reason. you just don’t want me to grow because you won’t have anything else to make fun of me for. your only funny jokes all have to do with my height,” you say teasingly.

“oii. not true, plenty of more things to make fun of you for,” harry states, smirking as he lets go of your hands.

you gasp, “say what now?” you put your hands on your hips. mouth slightly agape.

“what was that?? sorry can’t see who’s talkingggg,” harry says grinning as he walks out.

“christ,” you mumble, giggling as you continue to organize your closet.

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PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

GREY: I wish we talk more and being friend

GREEN: I think you’re cute.

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