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Your fingers hovered over your keyboard, pausing as you squinted at the blinking cursor on your screen. You were halfway through a sentence, one youβd rewritten three times already, and it still didnβt sound right. You sighed softly, thumbed the edge of your coffee cup, and took another sip of your now-lukewarm latte. Background hums of milk steamers and indie music blended with the occasional murmur of conversation.
This placeβRose & Thornβhad become your usual over the last few months. It wasnβt big, but it had high ceilings, vintage tile floors, plants dangling from copper rods, and deep wooden booths along the back wall. Enough character to feel lived-in, but quiet enough to focus. You loved it here. Not for any grand reason. Just... the peace of it.
You didnβt notice him at first.
Not until the barista stuttered a bit while asking for a name to write on the cup.
Then you glanced up. Casual, curious.
And saw him.
Tall. Slim. Hair long, dark golden brown, pulled half-up but some pieces falling around his face. A soft, oversized green sweater. Black trousers. Rings. A slow smile that looked both unsure and entirely too charming as he gave his nameβHarry.
Harry.
Your brain didnβt immediately click. Not until he turned, waiting for his drink, and you caught the sharp line of his jaw. The eyes. The way he looked around the room like he wasnβt trying to be noticed but always would be.
Harry Styles.
You blinked.
You knew it was him. Of course you did. You werenβt living under a rock. But your mind scrambled to catch up with the realness of him. He looked... softer than you expected. A little sleepy, like maybe he hadnβt meant to stay out this late or wake up this early. And he was definitely looking for a place to sit.
There were two open booths. One next to the window, and oneβyours.
He glanced toward the front, then toward you.
And started walking over.
You looked back at your laptop fast, pretending to type.
βSorry,β a voice said, low and warm and just slightly hesitant. βThis seat taken?β
You looked up. And there he was, closer now. Tall enough that the light from the window hit his cheekbone just right. Kind enough eyes that it made you forget how unfairly good-looking he was.
βOhβno,β you said, heart skipping weirdly in your chest. βGo ahead.β
He took out a small notebook, leather-bound and worn at the edges, and a pen. No phone. No entourage. Just him, like this was his usual spot too.
A minute passed. Then five.
You tried to focus on your sentence again, but your thoughts were a mess. You could feel him. Not in a weird way, just... there. He had that kind of presence. Big but easy. Confident but not loud. And he was humming under his breath.
You snuck a glance.
He was scribbling something in his notebook. Brow furrowed a little. Lips parted. His tea sat untouched.
Your stomach did a small flip.
And then he looked up at you.
Caught.
You froze.
He smiled, slow and crooked, like he knew.
βWhatcha working on?β he asked, voice still soft. Like he didnβt want to break the quiet of the place too much.
You hesitated. βJust writing.β
βMm,β he nodded. βFiction?β
βSort of.β
He tilted his head. βSort of?β
βI write articles,β you explained. βBut sometimes I write other things. Like... bits of stories. Stuff thatβll never see the light of day.β
Harry smiled wider. βI like that. Secret stories.β
You laughed under your breath. βNot on purpose. Just... never finished anything I felt was good enough.β
He leaned forward a little, interest plain in his eyes. βCan I ask what this oneβs about?β
You shook your head. βDifferent place. Messier. Bad coffee.β
βSounds real,β he said, nodding seriously.
You grinned.
He stuck out a hand. βIβm Harry.β
βI know.β
He laughed, and it was a real oneβquiet but warm, like it came from his chest. You liked that laugh.
You gave your name.
He repeated it softly. Then again. Like he was trying it out.
βI like that,β he said. βSuits you.β
You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.
This didnβt feel like some celebrity moment. It didnβt feel like you were talking to him, the Harry youβd seen in music videos or awards shows or late-night interviews. It just felt like... a moment. A strangely quiet, perfectly normal moment with a man who was making you smile too easily.
He nodded at your screen. βCan I read it?β
Your heart leapt. βGod, no. Itβsβjust fragments.β
He leaned back, hands up. βAlright. Maybe next time.β
Next time?
You raised an eyebrow. βYou planning on stealing my booth?β
He shrugged. βI think I just did.β
You bit your lip to keep from smiling too much. βOkay, but I get the plug socket. Itβs war if you touch my charger.β
βIβd never,β he said solemnly.
He took a sip of his tea, finally. Grimaced.
βToo hot?β
βNo, justβ¦ chai.β
You laughed.
βYou donβt like chai?β
βIt tastes like someone dropped a candle in milk.β
You choked on your latte. βThatβs oddly specific.β
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, still grinning. βItβs accurate, though.β
βNot always,β he said. βJust the pretty ones.β
You stared at him.
He held your gaze, no smirk this time. Just honesty. That kind that didnβt feel rehearsed or smooth.
βI mean it,β he said. βYou walked in and I... I couldnβt stop looking.β
βI was already here,β you said, trying to make your voice steady.
He blinked. βWasnβt I here first?β
You laughed, a little breathless. βNo.β
βShit.β
βWhat?β
βMeans I really didnβt see anything else. Just you.β
Silence stretched. Not awkward. Just... tight. Charged.
You looked down at your cup.
He tapped a ringed finger on the table. βCan I be honest?β
You glanced back up.
βI was trying to think of something to write when I came in,β he said. βLyrics or whatever. Been stuck for a while. But now Iβm thinking I just want to write about this.β
You blinked. βThis?β
He nodded once. βYou. Today. The way you looked when I sat downβlike you were about to vanish if I stared too hard.β
You swallowed. βThatβs... intense.β
βI know,β he said. βSorry.β
βDonβt be.β
He smiled, softer this time.
You looked at your screen. Then back at him. βCan I be honest too?β
βPlease.β
βThis is the weirdest day of my life.β
He laughed. βFair.β
You hesitated, then added, βBut also kinda the best?β
Harry tilted his head, curls shifting. βYeah?β
You nodded. βYeah.β
He looked down, then back up again, eyes a little shy now. βWould it be okay if I asked for your number?β
Your heart thudded. You didnβt answer right away, but only because your brain had short-circuited.
He waited.
You reached for his phone. Typed it in.
Handed it over.
He took it gently. Smiled as he saved it.
Then he looked at you again, really looked.
βIβll text you,β he said. βSoon. Like... tonight.β
You smiled. βLooking forward to it.β
He paused like he wanted to say something else. Then stood, tea in one hand, notebook in the other.
βI should go. Leave you to your writing.β
You nodded, though a part of you wanted to ask him to stay.
As he turned, he paused at the doorway. Looked back. Gave you a smile that made your stomach twist in the best way.
And then he was gone.
You stared at the empty chair for a moment, stunned.
Then turned back to your laptop.
And started writing again.
But this time, the words came easy.
Because now, your story had a beginning.
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Chapter Index
summary eighteen
prologue nineteen
one twenty
two. twenty one
three twenty two
four twenty three
five. twenty four
six. twenty five
seven. twenty six
eight twenty seven
nine twenty eight
ten twenty nine
eleven thirty
twelve thirty one
thirteen thirty two
fourteen thirty three
fifteen thirty four
sixteen thirty five
seventeen thirty six
Adopting Clifford was a way for Louis to finally cope with his loneliness, as a lively dog would spice up his life and his boring daily routine. Now, he surely didnβt expect Clifford to lead him to meet one strange man obsessed with his cat that he walks and cooks with.
Somehow, Louis falls in love pretty fast along the way.
Or. Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.
No One Like YouΒ byΒ myownspark / @myownsparknow
Dear Niall,
I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee DβOrsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.
Some background: as you may remember, Iβve been researching for a book Iβm writing about Harry Styles. Iβve been in communication with Stylesβ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.
Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.
Are you up for a trip to France?
Sincerely,
Liam Payne
Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.
Tuca Tuca (ILikeYouILikeYouILikeYou)Β by @persephoneflouwers
The San Francisco getaway AU, where Harry is needy and Louis has a flight to LA in a few hours.
HomegrownΒ by @casuallyhl
βIt wasnβt an easy decision, if Iβm honest,β Harry admits, shoulders sagging in on himself. βMoving is really difficult. My whole life was in Manchester. But Manchester didnβt want me. Leeds did.β
βWell, Leeds is happy to have you,β Louis says, giving Harry a kind smile.
Harry brightens a bit at that, undeniably pleased. βYeah?β
βYeah,β Louis replies, expression soft and lips curved.
Or, a gardening AU where Harry is new to town and the newest volunteer at the local gardening club, Louis is the attractive grandson of one of the members, and the nosy volunteers hatch a plan to get them together.
Β Description: On a rainy day, you and Harry just like to chill.
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Not So Rainy Day Blues
The patter of rain against your window awoke you in the early morning. Having always loved the rain, a soft smile graced your lips as you flipped around to view your wonderful boyfriend of three years, Harry. His sleeping figure was so peaceful, his puffs of breath hitting your face gently. Attempting to keep him asleep, you slowly crawled out of bed and tiptoed downstairs. The one thing you loved about Living with Harry was how beautiful the views always were. His home in Manchester overlooked a gorgeous river, the wind and rain causing ripples to appear across the surface. The house was kind of chilly, so you attempted to start a fire, but you quickly failed. With a silent groan, you ignored the fire and hopped to the kitchen to make breakfast.Β
Digging through the cabinets, you gather the ingredients to make pancakes, hash browns, bacon, sausage, and muffins. As you start making breakfast, Harry wraps his arms around your waist and plants a kiss to your temple.Β
βMorning, love. What are you doing?β Harryβs raspy morning voice questioned.Β
βItβs a rainy day, so I figured we could stay inside and chill.β You responded, pouring a pancake into the pan.Β
βI like that idea. Need any help?β Another kiss was placed to your head as Harryβs chin snuggled onto your shoulder as he started to sway with you slightly.Β
βYes actually. Could you start a fire? Iβm not very good at it,β You chuckled, flipping your pancakes. Harryβs warmth suddenly left as he went to fulfill your wish. The pancakes were soon finished, which meant you could put your focus into the other breakfast foods you wanted to make. When the meal was completed, coffee added for a nice wake up call, you gathered everything onto a tray and brought it out to the living room, almost dropping it when you looked up: A giant pillow fort was centered in front of the fire place, the couch cushions were the walls and a blanket was thrown over top to make a ceiling, Pillows and more blankets cascaded out of the fort and Harry crawled out, a ridiculously goofy smile plastered on his face.Β
βNeed some help, darling?β Harry smirked, removing the tray from your hands and placing it on the coffee table.Β
βWhat is this about?β You asked, gesturing to the fort.Β
βI thought you wanted to chill, so I built a fort for ya. Is that okay?β
βH, itβs more than okay! I love it!β You remarked, wrapping your arms around his waist in a huge hug.Β
βGreat, because I wasnβt going to take it down. What else did you have planned today, sweets?β Harry responded, returning the hug.Β
βUm, I was thinking we could make someΒ βThings I love about youβ jars for each other, ya know, for the next time weβre apart and we miss each other.β It was a quiet mumble, but the feelings were genuine. Harry cradled your chin and angled your face to meet his, kissing you sweetly.Β
βI think that is another lovely idea. Do we have the supplies?β You quickly nodded and left Harryβs embrace and went back upstairs to the spare bedroom (Which is usually where the two of you stash board games) and gather up construction paper, Sharpies, scissors and Mason Jars. You then run back downstairs and settle into the fort, tossing Harry his supplies.Β
βShould we watch a movie?β Harry asked as the two of you start digging into the breakfast.Β
βYeah! Should we search some romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?β You both chuckled at the song reference, as Harry settled on his favorite movie, The Notebook.Β The breakfast was finished quickly, and the two of you then began creating your jars.Β
The movie was ignored as you both focused on the qualities that made each other lovable. You started tearing up as you wrote everything down, your raw feelings resurfacing like it was your first date all over again. You cut the paper into strips and fold them, shoving the multicolored phrases into the Mason Jar. You then chose an extra pink square and taped it to the jar.Β
This is a jar of things I love about you. Take a phrase when you forget, or when youβre lonely, because Iβll never stop loving you, even when the jar is empty.Β
With your jar finished, you glanced at Harry to see how far he had gotten, and you noticed that there were tears crawling down his cheeks.Β
βH? Are you okay?β You questioned, crawling over to your boyfriend and wiping his tears away.Β
βIβm fine, darling. I just never realized how often we were away from each other,β Harry responds. Your heart broke at the revelation and you crawled into Harryβs lap, kissing him softly as if he would further break in your arms.Β
βYou donβt have to finish the jar just yet. We can just watch more movies and maybe eat some more snacks, yeah?β Harry nodded, kissing you again as another movie was chosen. Eventually you both fell asleep in each otherβs arms, making it the perfect end to the perfect day.Β
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A/N: OMG I LOVE SOFT HARRY!!! I hope you enjoyed it babe!
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When OGHarry realised he was losing everything he filled a USB stick with pictures videos and stories of his life, and he left it on his bedside table with a note for Soft!Harry to find.
One day, Cisco finds SoftHarry in the Time Vault sitting against the wall with his knees to his chest and tears streaming down his eyes, heβs watching his wedding.
