sometimes, maybe always

hello! this post is dedicated to all my favourites. if you have read some of them yet, what do you think about them? if not, i really recommend the works of these people. they’re just so, so, so, so good. i will be linking their profiles and their masterlists / stories on this post so you can read them freely. these people inspired me to write my first fic and are continuing to inspire me to write more! hope you guys love their work as much i i do ! i will be updating this post every now and then so you might wanna save it or go back to it! don’t worry, i will update you guys every time there’s an addition! 

this is a mixture of fluff, angst, and smut. there will definitely be something here for everyone! everything will be harry related unless stated otherwise!

also take note that i absolutely recommend the whole masterlists of these writers. i just decided to choose one story so you guys would know my top pick. 

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in another life series by @heyyyharry

little flower and haz by my baby @floral-suits

his replacement series by @hazzmedicine

everything i’m not series by @pendantstyles

white roses by @chillmichelle (shawn medes fic)

Harry’s twins won’t let him relax and his baby girl is a fibber (dad!h) by @and-im-okay-with-it

extra-curricular by @hazzlot

my girl series by @tokyoharry

just a little bit of your heart series by @hes-writer

old tapes by @itslikeipayforit

oh so important phone calls series by @cumshotharry

not my first by @harrylillies

heartbreak hotel series by @harryforvogue

implications series by @waitingfortwilight (i can’t get the link but you can visit her profile and search ‘implications!’)

il ritorno series by @majorharry

always series by @kind-heart

would you rather by @stylesdimplefeelings

MORE WILL COME SOON! JUST LET ME READ SOME FICS FIRST AND I WILL UPDATE IT! if you have some fic recs, hmu or link it to me so i could read it!

—-you can read my works here: elle’s masterlist

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happy new year 2k18-2k19. i love you all so very much.

my annual NY writing, this time inspired by 🌻 anon and the t-swift song. it’s a short one, but i hope you like it. 

[a/n updated for 2019-2020]

The last of the guests left at 4am. 

The sun was just beginning to rise when you awaken to Harry’s arms around you. Somehow, in the midst of the party, you had managed to fall asleep in the guest bedroom–too tired to complete the five-yard journey to the master’s. 

You would be lying if you had said you were surprised to find Harry beside you. Of course he found you. The last you had seen him, he was standing by the karaoke machine, mic in hand, belting the last verse of “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” with James Corden.

He hadn’t seen you leave the room and creep up the stairs, but he must’ve noticed you were missing a few moments later and made a mental note to himself to find you. 

Harry mumbles something against the sheets as you try to lift the blanket and crawl away and his eyelids flutter open. “Happy New Year,” you whisper to him in the dark, brushing the curls from his eyes. “It’s 2020.”

I’m not good with words so I’ll try my best at this. At the beginning of the year I was quite lost with myself, I had been writing for a while but I ended up reaching point there I wasn’t able to put my all into what I wrote. I took a break majority of this year, 11 months I stepped away from this blog (with the additional check in) but in December I came back feeling much better about my mental health and my writing. I am so thankful for all the support I had been able to receive in this past month, not only in my writing but all the friends that still looked out for me from when I made this blog in 2017 and even in 2019 I’ve been able to create more friendships. I’m rambling at this point but thank you for an amazing end to 2019, I know I wasn’t here for majority of the year but 2020 I’m hoping to be more active and develop this space better for everyone who comes to my blog. I wanted to make this post to thank everyone who’s made my dash a better place, who are the coolest people on the internet, and if you haven’t followed them yet be sure to check them out. Thank you thank you thank you once again, here’s to an amazing start to 2020, may your resolutions stick, your mental health improve, and have an amazing start to your decade 💕✨

((: thank you for requesting ((:

[ btw, this is perfect because i need a distraction from hendall too ]

a/n: updated for 2020

“Are you sure it’s okay?” You ask Harry for the millionth time. “I mean, do your parents even want me there?”

He spins around from where he was currently packing his suitcase to face you with a sigh, “Y/N, for the last time, they asked you to be there! My mom loves you.”

“Okay, okay,” you start pacing in front of him, bringing your fingers up to massage your temple. “But what about the other people there? I’m cool with your family but what about the famous people? And God, Ellen Degeneres is going to be there!”

Harry laughs, then intercepts your path by pulling you into his chest. You immediately relax, taking in the oh-so-familiar scent of his cologne. “You will be fine,” he murmurs into your hair. “Besides, did you forget? I’m kinda famous too and you’re already doing great.”

“Oh, shut up,” you bat at his chest. He grins and you look up at him. “That’s because I don’t see you on TV every day and I know the real you.”

“Don’t worry about my friends, kitten,” Harry plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “They’ll love you just as much as I do.”

The yacht was bigger than you thought.

Of course, since you came from a middle-class family, you didn’t get to see ( much less board ) a yacht as often as Harry or his friends did, so you had no one to rant about your excitement too.

Besides Anne, of course.

“Oh my God why is this so big,” you walk side-by-side with Anne, who laughs at your words. “Why isn’t this sinking yet? This yacht should be sinking! Why on earth–”

“And you must be Y/N? Harry Styles’ girlfriend?”

You and Anne both spin around to see none other than Ellen and Portia.

“Um…” was all that left your mouth. “Yes?”

A deep chuckle rang out from behind you and within a second, Harry’s arm is slung over yours. “You sound so unsure, kitten. But yes, she is my girlfriend. Nice to see you again Ellen. Nice to see you, Portia.”

You allow yourself to sink back into Harry’s embrace ( well, actually, sink back into his expensive, designer, custom-made vacation shirt ) and get lost in their conversation. On more than one occasion, Harry nudged you and asked you about your thoughts on some things–inviting you to join the conversation–but you just nodded politely and agreed with whatever he said.

More and more people showed up on the yacht, and when you peered over the edge, you saw that there was a line of paparazzi camping out on the beach, cameras already poised and ready. This was when you whispered, “Harry. Cameras.”

Your boyfriend squinted at them from beneath his sunglasses and sighed audibly. Ellen noticed this too, and said, “It’s almost the New Year and they choose to come out here and stalk us, instead of spending it with their family?”

Harry seemed to notice your discomfort, as he said, “Well, Y/N hasn’t had the chance to change yet, so we’ll see you guys after?”

“Of course,” Portia spoke up. “Nice meeting you, Y/N.”

A couple of steps away from them, you murmur, “They hate me.”

Harry raises his eyebrows, “How can they hate you so fast? You barely said anything–”

“That’s why they hate me!” You protest and he just pulls you closer, kissing you on the cheek.

“C’mon,” Harry unlocked the door that you presumed you would be sharing. “Let’s get you in a swimsuit, okay?”

“I can’t believe I’m going into 2020 with mustache!harry,” you lean your head on Harry’s bare chest. You both are lying on the side of the yacht that the paparazzi cannot see, along with the rest of Harry’s family and friends. 

Harry’s fingers don’t stop running through your hair. “You’re such a fangirl.” You giggle as he leans down and presses his lips all the way up your neck. “I can’t believe I’m going into 2020 with the girl of my dreams.”

“Cheesy!Styles, also a bonus,” you smile and find his lips with yours. But before your lips could touch, he pulls away with a smirk. “Hey, what was that for?”

“Save the New Years kiss for midnight,” he winks. “And…after midnight…we can…”

“Oh,” you wink right back. “I already love the sound of that.”

The dark waves slap against the yacht slowly but constantly, and the dim lights surrounding the pool was the only sign of light for miles. You catch a sight of Anne and Robin, and Portia and Ellen, and all the other couples and you see that Harry was right.

“You were right,” you whisper to him.

“Hm?” Harry yawns sleepily.

You turn towards him and smile at his sleepy figure, “I had nothing to worry about. I thought I was going to have to spend my New Years with my boyfriend’s friends, but I’m spending New Years with my boyfriend…who happens to be on the same yacht as his friends.”

Harry smiles back, “Well, it’s not New Years yet.”

As if on cue, Ellen stands up on a chair and yells, “TEN. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN–”

Harry’s green eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

“–SIX. FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO.”

“One,” you both whisper in sync and your lips meet.

There were no fireworks. No explosions to welcome the New Year.

you’re in the crowd and somebody touches you while harry’s performing

trigger warning: sexual harassment & mild assault. 

You had been to one of his concerts before.

In fact, back when he was still part of One Direction, you had seen them perform together twice. Throughout the rest of your childhood and the years that carried you into your young adult life, you had been to an abundance of larger concerts.

So you didn’t see the reason behind Harry urging you to stay tucked up backstage.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you vow, trying to lace up your sneakers without Harry pushing your fingers away. “Don’t you trust me?”

Your boyfriend sighs, snatching your left shoe up and away from your grasp. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he says at the same time you try lunging for your missing footwear. “It’s just that you’d be much more comfortable back here.”

“With one shoe?”

Harry raises his eyebrows pointedly, surrendering your shoe onto the ground in front of you, “With none. Why bother squeezing your feet into them when you can just walk around barefoot the entire night. Hey, you can even walk around in here totally bare if you’d like. That’s perfectly fine, and even encouraged, by me.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Haz,” you murmur, slipping on your other shoe and rebalancing yourself. “It’s the first night of your second leg on tour. I want to support you.”

Harry bends down to where you are situated on the floor and cups your cheeks with both hands. “You are already supporting me, angel, just by being here. You don’t need to be out there.”

“I want to,” you urge, bringing your hands up to interlace your fingers with his. “I want to be out there with you. To sing along with everybody else who loves you. For you to see me in the crowd dancing along to the songs you wrote for me.”

You know you have Harry hooked. You can see it in the subtle shift of his eyes. Only a couple of seconds have passed before he’s giving in and saying, “Okay, fine. But you’re going into the VIP box.”

“Harry–”

“It’s the VIP box or nothing.”

Somebody comes in to inform him that he needs to head into hair and make-up. Before he darts out the door, he kisses you one last time on the forehead and whispers, “I’ll see you out there.”

you get into a car accident when harry’s in the middle of a concert.

You had just gotten off the phone with Harry thirty minutes ago. You had called him in a panic, explaining how you had less than ten minutes to get from one side of the city to the other for an extremely important job interview. 

Harry had reassured you in that deep, soothing voice of his that you were going to be fine. That everything was going to be fine. And you believed him. Hell, nobody–not even a psychic–could’ve predicted the events that would transpire.

Your boyfriend of 2 years was currently in Manchester for four nights. You two had last seen each other in person about a few weeks back when you surprised him in London. 

“I missed you so much,” Harry had murmured against your lips, “and I still miss you now, because after a few days you’re just going to turn around and leave me again.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

It was in the middle of Woman when it happened. That is–Harry’s phone ringing backstage. It was on silent, and it was locked up in his dressing room.

Thus, the first call went unanswered.

you and harry get into a fight, and you think he’s going to hit you.

trigger warning: violence, emotional/physical abuse, swearing and name-calling

You watched Harry silently as he brewed himself a cup of coffee. 

It was nearing midnight, but the both of you knew that this fight was going to last long. At this point in time, approximately half an hour in, you had almost forgotten what you were fighting about. Only that you were angry–really angry.

And Harry was too.

“Are you done??” You ask, impatiently wringing your fingers together. Your voice was toxic. 

But so was his. “Be a little patient, will you?” He growls. “Jesus, it’s only been two minutes.”

You leap off of the counter—where you’ve been sitting–to stand beside him, your back against the sink. He doesn’t even bother to lift his gaze to meet yours. “You haven’t answered my question yet, Styles. How long do you expect me to wait?”

For a moment, the only sound came from Harry stirring his cup of caffeine with enough strength to shatter the glass. Then, a tense whisper, “I didn’t sleep with her.”

There it was–the crux of the argument. The elephant in the room. The reason for it all.

You laugh, and it sounds crazy. “You were spotted leaving her hotel room, Harry! What do you expect me to believe? That you two were just playing cards?”

Harry slams his cup down on the counter and the drink spills down the sides. Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to notice or care, because he’s gesturing at you with the stirring spoon. “I expect you to believe me,” he barks, raising his voice to a near-yell. “I’ve told you a hundred times she’s just a friend.” 

“But you’ve slept with her before, Harry!” You exclaim. “It’s different because you loved her once!”

“Exactly!” He shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. “Once! I loved her once  and that was it.”

You sigh, running your hands through your hair. “Those feelings don’t just go away now, does it? You–”

“For fuck’s sake–!” Harry hurls his spoon into the sink, where it lands with a loud bang. It barely misses your cheek. “Can you just stop being a jealous bitch for one second? Is that so damn impossible?” Harry steps towards you the same time you take a step back. “Every fucking time the paparazzi catch me out with some girl, you fucking accuse me of cheating on you! I’m so sick of it!” 

His anger doesn’t faze you. Instead, it ignites you. “Well, my sincerest apologies for just making sure my boyfriend can keep his pants on!” You spit at him. “I’m so dreadfully sorry for being an insecure little brat who can never feel like she deserves you!”

Harry squints his eyes at you, “Oh, cut the bullshit.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Harry rolls up the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows. “The bullshit ‘I’m going to start crying so Harry’ll comfort me’ shit.” 

You lift your fingers up to touch your cheeks. You weren’t even aware that you had been crying all this time.

Harry’s tattoos never looked as intimidating to you as they did in the present. “Do you know how many hours of my life I had sacrificed for your anxiety attacks? Hell, I had to skip out on one of my concerts because you decided to check yourself into the hospital for a mental illness that the doctors don’t even believe you have!”

“You dick!” You yell as you push Harry back by the shoulders. “You absolute dick! Take that back right now!”

But if he hears you, he ignores you. “And what about all the boys that you see when I’m away, huh?” He taunts, “I never accuse you of cheating. But who knows? Maybe you’re just using me for money–”

“Don’t you dare,” you cry. Shoving him back with even more force. He loses his balance for a second this time. “Don’t you fucking start. I love you with all my heart.”

“Sure as hell doesn’t seem like it,” Harry snarls as he advances onto you. “It seems like you’re just an insecure little brat who likes to have a little money.”

“Oh, don’t you fucking–” but before you get the chance to shove him back again, he’s raising his right hand high above your cheek. All of a sudden, almost like an instinct, you shield your face from him and wince visibly. 

The last thing you hear before bringing your forearms up to shield your face is a loud gasp. And it didn’t come from you. The next thing you hear is footsteps…trailing away from you. 

Confused, you look up to see Harry backing away from you with a horrified expression. His chest was heaving up and down in a panic, his green eyes tragically fixated on yours. 

He’s murmuring something under his breath, but you can only catch one line, “You didn’t think…I would never in a million years–”

You were just about to say something–to ask him what was going on–when he suddenly points a shaky finger at you and whispers, “I would never, angel. I would never ever.”

Knitting your eyebrows together, you breathe, “What are you talking about?” You were still shaken up, but Harry’s ghost-pale expression was scaring you even more.

And then he started to cry. Tears poured down his face as he steadies himself by the kitchen island. “I would never,” he repeats over and over again to himself. “I would never.”

Finally, you put the pieces together. You approach Harry slowly, but even then, he didn’t see you coming until you laid a gentle hand on his back. He tenses up and tries to brush you off.

But you are tenacious. You wrap your arms around his waist with a steel grip and lean your cheek against his shoulder blades. Harry is forced to surrender to your touch with a sigh. 

His body is still shaking from his sobs, in which he releases, “Angel, I would never hurt you. I would never..I would never h-hit you or–”

“I know,” you tell him, honestly. You feel his hands wrap around yours. “I just got a little scared, that’s all.”

Harry turns around to face you, and he frowns at you as he caresses your face with his hands. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to. I was just…I was just upset. I never slept with her, I swear.”

You swallow a lump in your throat and say, “I believe you.” But you were still hurt, and Harry could tell that.

So, he sinks down onto the kitchen floor and you do the same. There, in the safety of the shadows, Harry takes you in his arms and confesses, “I thought about it, though. Wait–hear me out.

On the road, I went a little paranoid, and a little crazy. I wasn’t seeing you, and we were barely talking, and I kept seeing all these pictures of you out and living your life. I felt…I felt obsolete. I felt like you didn’t need me anymore. So…so I thought that by getting back in touch with my ex, you would see and get jealous and…and want me again.

I know it was a stupid thing for me to do, but…but it worked. We were talking every single day, and I thought I was finally going to be okay. Then…then your anxiety attacks got worse and worse and I couldn’t do anything about it because I was a hundred miles away. I felt like shit. I felt like I was…I was causing you more pain than happiness. So I…So I–”

“You tried to push me away,” you finish. Harry nods. His sweater was stained with his tears now. 

He continues, “And…and I think that a small, selfish part of me wanted you to be okay. That if I just chose to believe that…that your mental illness was all fake, then I could have peace of mind when I was away. I…I chose to ignore it and ignore you because I’m too fucking selfish to admit that all of it was my fault.”

“No,” you shake your head and trace circles on the back of Harry’s palm. “No, it was my fault too. I…I let you push me away. I knew that you were hurting and I chose not to do anything about it. I was being petty, and wanted to make you jealous too. I just…I just love you so damn much that I couldn’t risk losing you…”

“Sweetheart,” Harry breathes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I think it’s time that we went away for a little bit.”

You frown. “Went away?”

“Yeah. To somewhere nice and quiet. Like a small French town or something. I’ll take a few weeks, or months, leave and we can just be with each other for a little while.”

This time, the tears flowing down your face weren’t from sadness. “Harry,” you cry. “I’ve missed you so much.”

* personal favourite

☺ readers’ favourite

^ mature content 

(each section is listed from most recent - least recent written)

hello, everything below is my work. please don’t repost anywhere else! 

harry series:

Frat Boy Harry * (prologue) (chapter one) (chapter two) (chapter three) (chapter four) (chapter five)

Nerd Harry * (chapter one) (chapter two)

Your Royal Highness * (one) (two) (three) (four) (five) 

harry styles blurbs:

blurb night

“Walk Out That Door and We’re Through.” *

Harry Sees You in His Merch

Dealing with a Sleepy Harry Would Include

Phone Sex with Harry (short) ^

You’re Out with Friends, But Harry Likes Marking His Territory *

Nick Interviews Anne and You with Harry

How Harry Proposes *

You Accompany Harry To a Party For The First Time * ☺

You Like Stealing Harry’s Rings

Your Parents Don’t Accept The Fact That You’re Bisexual

You and Harry’s Child Says His/Her First Word

He Comes Home After a Fight To Find You a Mess * ☺

BFF Harry Thinks You Like His Brother

Clingy Harry *

His Ex is in Town and He Spends Too Much Time With Her*

“Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it. Please.” *

Ice Skating with Harry*

You Are The One Harry Comes Home To * ☺

He Kisses You All of a Sudden *

He Asks You To Marry Him and You Think He’s Joking *

He’s Sick and You Take Care of Him

Election Blurb: Soft Comforts From Haz xx

Catching Harry Doing Something Embarrassing

Gemma and His Parents Walk In On You and Harry Having Sex

Midnight Talks with Louis

You’re Broken Up and Harry Shows Up *

Harry Cheers You Up *

Someone Interrupts You and Harry’s Kiss *

You Sketch Niall

Louis Starts Talking About Kids

You’re Scared of Thunder and Harry Comforts You

Harry Blurb Based on “Sweet Dreams, TN”

Harry Teasing You About Moaning

Harry Cums Early

Harry’s Insecure about His Dunkirk Haircut

You and Harry Are Actors and Are Secretly Dating *

Harry Asks Niall If You’re Single (text blurb)

You See Harry After Breaking Off The Engagement *

You’re Short

He Proposes and You Hesitate

You’re Drunk and He Doesn’t Want To Take Advantage of You

You’re Sad and He Comforts You

harry styles imagines:

Sweet Talk *

Baker!Harry falls for a sweet-toothed customer who only orders cream puffs. But could he get her name too?

Hesitate

You are hurting and Harry just wants to help. Loosely based on the JB song.

I Want To Write You A Song *

You decide to write Harry a love song. Spoiler alert, he loves you impossibly more.

Forever is a Long Time

You and Harry fight the night before your wedding.

Double-Edged Sword * (pt. II)

Gang!Harry, where he doesn’t come home on time and you’re worried.

New Year’s Day *

Inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name, Harry is there by your side on the first day of 2019.

King *

You put Harry on a pedestal, and he hates it.  

Perfect

You are bigger than Harry’s past girlfriends, and the paparazzi/fans don’t hesitate to point it out.

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

You and Harry get into a fight at Anne’s house.

Don’t Touch Her *

You are in the crowd of one of Harry’s concerts and someone touches you.

Little White Lie (pt. II) * ☺

A television talk-show host feels you up backstage and you don’t tell Harry.

My Girl (pt. II) (pt. III) * ☺

You are Harry’s go-to girl and it’s platonic…until it’s not.

Is This It? *

Harry tells you that he’s in love with somebody else.

Taken

Your abusive ex-boyfriend gets in touch with you when Harry’s on tour.

Take My Medicine

You develop a slight addiction to your medication.

From the Dining Table *

The break-up and consequent situation that inspired one of the most heartbreaking ballads on his album.

Temporary Fix (pt. II) (pt. III) (pt. IV) (pt. V) * ☺

You are Harry’s opening act and there are sparks, despite everyone telling you that it’s a bad idea. Also, Camille Rowe may or may not complicate things.

Past Lives (pt. II) (pt. III) *

You and Harry are divorced, but your twins love birthdays together in paradise.

Nobody’s Leaving Anybody *

Harry thinks you’re leaving him and you both get into a huge fight that wakes up your daughter.

Tell Me You Love Me ☺

You self-harm and Harry finds out.

Never In A Million Years * ☺

You and Harry get into a fight and you think he’s going to hit you.

7 Missed Calls (pt. II) * ☺

You get into a car accident while Harry’s performing.

Something Old Something New (pt. II) (pt. III) (pt. IV) (pt. V) * ☺

Your new boyfriend is your ex Harry’s good friend.

The Good Side (pt. II) * ☺

You and Harry are broken up and he writes The Good Side about you.

For The Rest of Eternity *

You and Harry spend the night at the beach and there are tears.

You’re My Boyfriend Before You’re an Actor *

He pretends he’s fine when he’s not.

Gold Digger * ☺

Gemma and Anne think you’re using him for money.

I’m Not Yours Anymore *

Your ex criticises your relationship with Harry.

Fake Happy (pt. II) (pt. III) *

You guys fight but try to hide it from your friends.

Get Out (pt. II) *

You get into an argument and he kicks you out of the car.

Monster *

One of Harry’s friends touches you inappropriately.

Love is Love

You are bisexual and you come out to Harry.

Why Did You Marry Me Then?! * ☺

Harry says the fans come first.

It’s Nice To See You Again *

It’s your birthday and you see Harry after breaking up.

I Believe in You

You are self-conscious.

Goodbye *

You leave Harry.

#Dunkirk

Harry makes a huge career change and doesn’t tell you.

February 29th

Harry forgets your birthday.

A Little Thing Called Love

You overhear Harry talk to the boys and it sounds like he’s gonna break up with you, but he’s actually going to propose.

Shooting Stars

You and Harry are both artists and he gets asked about you.

You’re My #1

Harry teases you after catching you fangirling.

Broken Promises (pt. II) (pt. III) * ☺

Harry cheats on you.

I’ll Protect You *

Harry gets mobbed and your daughter gets hurt.

The Other Princess

Harry has been spending a lot of time with your child and you feel left out.

Are We Friends or Are We More? (pt. II) (pt. III) (pt. IV) *

You and Harry are friends with benefits.

Vogue

You’re offered to be a model and Harry doesn’t want it.

Don’t Touch Her

Harry protects you against someone dangerous.

I’m The Boyfriend

You run into your ex and Harry gets jealous.

All Alone (pt. II) *

Harry ignores you at an award show.

Starstruck

You’re an actress and he’s obsessed with you.

You’re Not Her (pt. II) *

Harry has a son from a previous relationship and he doesn’t like you.

The Three Little Words I Can’t Say *

Harry thinks you don’t love him anymore.

Dream a Little Dream of Me (pt. II) *

You have a nightmare about killing Harry.

Womanizer

The rumours make Harry insecure.

The Hairdresser and the Rockstar (pt. II) *

You are Lou’s assistant and there are sparks between you and Harry.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

New Years with Harry on the yacht.

You Belong With Me *

You kiss Calum from 5SOS and BFF Harry gets jealous.

I’ll Take Care Of You *

He has chest pains on stage and you take care of him.

Muffled Cries

You have a bad life at home and Harry finds out.

louis tomlinson:

Flesh and Blood *

You’re Louis’ sister and he finds out you get hate.

Alone At Last *

You and Louis sneak out late.

niall horan:

My One and Only

You’re soulmates with Niall (Soulmate Au)

Poor Baby *

He gets carsick on the way to your parents’ house.

others:

You Give Zayn a Wedgie

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