Punk Harry Series Part 13

Punk Harry Series Part 13

Part 12

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You Meet His Family:

It was Christmas Morning. On a normal Christmas, you'd be with your family, in Massachusetts. But this year, your parents decided to take a trip to the Bora Bora for the holiday, without you. So now, here you are, in Harry's new house. Which he bought last month and you two had finally just finished the moving in process. Today was a big day, for a lot of people. This was Harry's first Christmas in his new home, your first Christmas with harry. And the big one, the day you meet Harry's family. He had flown them all over from the UK for the week and you were spending the whole day with them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You weren't nervous about them liking you, all your life you'd been a kind, caring person and you've always been very likable. You knew you'd all get along. It was just the whole, if they don't like even one thing, they have the power to easily break up your relationship. That's what made you nervous. "They'll be here in about four hours, so I'll take care of the cooking and cleaning and all that, you just take your time and get ready." Harry said leaning over to you and kissing your forehead. You smiled and nodded before you both got out of bed. You grabbed your rather large box of make up and went into the master bathroom. Harry's house was actually very nice. Three bedroom, two and half bathrooms, and Harry even turned the basement into his own little gym. Of course, your favorite was the master bathroom. It not only had a jacuzzi tub, but it had a built in vanity. You had already taken over that. Your makeup and hair supplies were crammed in there. Of course only the necessities. Most of your stuff was at your apartment. Which was not so coincidentally only a ten minute drive away. You had planned on wearing a black and white collared dress which came up to a little above your knee and for your hair you decided a high sock bun would do perfectly. Then for your make up you did the typically for your face but toned down your contour and highlight because the outfit was rather innocent, you didn't want to have these intensely chiseled cheek bones with that kind of outfit. Then for your eyes you did a slight nude and black smokey eye with winged eyeliner and then a deep red lip. You walked downstairs to see Harry bent over, head practically in the oven as he checked the temperature of the turkey. "Hey, babe." You called and he jumped but managed to turn to you without getting third degree burns. "Fuck Y/N, you scared the bloody shit out of me." He said, with an oven mit covered hand over his heart. "Yeah oops, but uh, next time, try not stick your whole head in the oven. If you want to avoid a trip the the ER anyway." You said and he sarcastically laughed at you. You smiled before walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist. After another hour the dreaded door bell finally rang. While you, slowly and shakily stood up, your tattooed punk boyfriend bounced off the sofa and ran to the door like a little kid on their birthday. You're pretty sure he even giggled a little bit. You smiled as you watched him hug who you assumed to be his mother and sister, harry said only his step dad was coming so you guessed that was the man who was closing the door behind them all. "Um, guys, this is Y\N, my girlfriend." Harry said pulling you over. You smiled and shook all of their hands, you managed to get out a "nice you meet you all." As well. The day went lovely, Anne was a complete sweetheart. She was always helping Harry when it came to the rest of the cooking and she even went as far as getting you a gift as well. It was right then that you thanked Harry so much for signing your name on the gifts he got them all. You would have felt like a complete bitch if he hadn't. Gemma was quiet, but you had a feeling that if you stayed around long enough you'd see her real side. Especially considering what a wild child Harry has described her to be. Robin was a very nice man, you could see how much he loved Anne, whenever he looked at her it was like he was watching his whole life walk right by him. It just reminded you that love really does happen, even for the older generation. Dinner was eaten and Gemma and Harry were talking about old embarrassing memories when you heard Anne call for you from the kitchen. You quietly excused yourself before making your way to her. "Oh stop that, I can take care of the dishes!" You scolded and she waved you off. "Oh no, you and Harry have done enough cleaning, I know you helped him move in over the last few weeks. Let me give you a small break." She said and you sighed but nodded. "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you, about Harry." She said and you gulped. Here it comes, the whole, I think he deserves better, shit you've heard all your life. "When he was about six, he discovered tattoos. From then till eighteen I watched him grow up. I didn't approve of tattoos before eighteen so you can imagine how much he despised me. For those few years it was almost like the poor kid was being oppressed. Like there was this chain around his ankles holding him back. When he got his first one I saw the chain come off and this amazing man just finally walk free. But, Harry also lost something when he got all the tattoos. He lost part of his attraction. Not that he isn't still a handsome boy, because he is. But, Harry has a type. He likes the innocent girls, the girl next door type. But those girls want the clean cut, business man type. Not the, tattooed punk type. I watched Harry struggle through college, he'd always say that he'd have his eye on a girl but then come to find out he wasn't her type. Until he met you. I haven't seen him like this ever. He's never been so happy and the only one to thank is you. I mean, good lord this kid struck out for like five years straight and then here you are. You're slightly off from his type, you have some tattoos and piercings but, you have this good girl aura to you. You seem to just fit him, and him you. Y/N, I am so thankful for you, my baby is happy." Anne said before coming over and embracing you in a tight hug. Harry had mentioned that he had a rough time with girls but never to this extent. Maybe it's just a mothers connection with her son but Anne saw more than even Harry saw. And you couldn't be more thankful that she told you all this. "If anything I'm thankful for you. Without you, he wouldn't be here, and then I probably wouldn't be as happy as I am now." You said and she smiled. "Woah, what did I miss?" Harry said as he walked into the room. Surprised to see you and his mother in such a intimate position. "Just talking." You said, smiling at Anne.

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ohhhhh, whyyyyyy

Punk Harry Series Part Ten

Part Nine

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First Time:

You had been in a intense make out session for about five or ten minutes and things were getting heated. You knew this for two reasons. One, he was traveling. From your waist to your bum  and everywhere in between. And second, because you were straddling him you knew he was having a growth spurt. You pulled back, giving both of you enough time to pull off your shirts and of course, get back with the kissing. It was fast, and sloppy and you both knew where it was going and were both perfectly fine with it. You silently thanked God your roommate was visiting her parents in San Diego for the week. "Mm, Y/N" Harry mumbled as he pulled away. His lips going to your neck to suck on the spot just under your ear. You let out a breathy laugh, moving you head to the side to give him more room. "Bedroom, now." You said pulling him off of you. You both got up and started to run/pull all your clothes off on your way to your room. When you got there you were both just in your underwear. You pushed him into your bed, quickly following him and straddling his waist. His hands coming to rest on your thighs. You reached behind your back and I clipped your bra, letting it fall to his chest. He quickly pushed it off but continued to stare at your boobs. "Damn, you’re hot." He said and you laughed as you leaned down to start kissing him again. Next thing you know both of you are fully naked and there is literally nothing stopping you. You got on your knees and held his length in your hand as you positioned him to your entrance. You were kind of waiting for him to ask two questions but when he didn't you just went with it. You sunk down onto him, the stretch new and exciting. You liked being filled to the brink and boy did he get you there. You sat for a bit, just getting familiar with the new feeling when you felt his hips start to push and you took that as a sign to move. With your hands on his check and your knees on either side of his waist you started to bounce. His hips met yours in between, only intensifying the feeling. Obviously neither of you lasted long, you'd both gone without sex for a quite a while, it's like eating chocolate after a long time. Once you start it's not long before the bowl is empty. Only after he came in you did he ask one of the questions you were waiting for. "Wait, shit, I'm not wearing a condom." He said, his hand going to his forehead to push his hair back. You smiled and got off of him, feeling empty once he was out. "You think I'd let that happen without being on birth control. What kind of fool do you take me for?" You laughed and he laughed as well. You could literally see him relax. "Well, I don't know about you, but I say, with my vote, that we do that," he pointing at the both of you,"all the time." He said and you laughed. "Maybe not all the time but definitely very often."

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Punk Harry Series Part Two

Read Part One before this!

He Admits He Likes You To Someone Else(his POV):

"Believe it or not, but you've been staring for, 20 minutes now and you actually haven't blinked once." Vince, my fellow body guard said. "I uh, I don't, I don't want to miss anything. You know, it only takes a second for someone to pull a trigger. Could happen any minute yanno?" I said trying to play it off that I wasn't just starring hard core. "Don't lie to me, you've been watching her like a hawk. Why don't you just ask her out? I mean, Y/N's really cool, and I think you guys would do well together." He said and I laughed. "Yeah, right after she stopped hating me. She can't stand me. She literally tenses every time I walk into a room. And I don't like her, that wouldn't be appropriate. We're coworkers, we couldn't. Even if I did like her, which I don't, it wouldn't work." I said and he smiled. "Okay, so why don't you just convince yourself of that before trying to convince me yeah? Also just talk to her? There, problem solved." He joked and I laughed. "Yeah no, I don't think it's my personality she hates. More like the piercings and tattoos." I said and he laughed. "Have you ever looked at her face up close? Or seen the back of her neck? She had her nose pierced and like her whole ear pierced. And she has a watercolor tattoo of a tree on the back of her neck. She'd be a bit of a hypocrite if she didn't like you for your looks." He said and I frowned. "Then why is she so hostile towards me?" I questioned. "Well, I may or may not have overheard her talking with the stylists. I guess she just had a pretty bad break up with her last boyfriend like, two weeks ago. He didn't like the fact that she would be leaving for the tour and he wanted her to quit. But she told him no, because her career is more important. Guess he didn't like that, so he fucked another girl in her bed. And I guess he had looks similar to yours." He said and I nodded, taking it all in. "What a dick. She put her career before him so he cheats on her, in her own bed?" I asked and he nodded. "Guess he told her roommate that she was going to help him rearrange her room as a going away present and he told her to tell him when she came home so he would know. Roommate never even suspected it." He said and I nodded. "So, she's just reminded of him every time she sees me?" I asked and he nodded. "Looks like I'm going to have to change that." I smiled and he nodded. "So, from what I'm hearing, you do like her?" He asked and I laughed. "Wow, what gave it away?"

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Um why the fuck are a bunch of porn blogs liking my last post? Like it’s a punk harry styles series??? Not porn....

Punk Harry Series Part Four

Part 3

He Asks You Out Part 2: (I’m going to make up the band members names, honestly don’t think that’s something anyone cares about. If so just tell me and I’ll change it to something more choice friendly. And I’ll put a key too if it really bothers anyone that I’m naming them.) “Um, hi.” You heard the little voice from behind you. You had been sorting out all your make up for the band on the tables. You had Peter’s on the last table on the left, he had a more dark yellowish skin tone. Next to him was Lacey, she was very fair but had a pink undertone. Next to her was Sydney, she was also fair but with a yellow undertone, but with her hair colored jet black you had decided to cover it with a pink undertone foundation to compliment the color. Next to her was Randy, he was basically the only tan one out of the group, so that made your life a little bit easy. 

“Hi.” You pause, before continuing to place down Randy’s concealer. He did a lot of the writing for the group, so with all the late nights he had bad dark circles. He required a lot of coverage with his concealer, which also means a lot of time to let it set. 

“I wanted to talk to you about last night.” He said, you looked at him through the mirror, finally acknowledging Harry’s presence for the first time, he had his hands in his pockets, back hunched, he was also kicking the floor awkwardly. He was nervous.

And strangely, you found that endearing. But, you still didn’t like him like he very obviously likes you. 

“There really isn’t anything to talk about.” You said as you walked over to Peter’s approved wardrobe, starting to pick out his clothes for tonight’s show. 

“Um, I think there might be just a little to talk about.” He said sarcastically.

“Okay, let’s talk. You kissed me. I don’t date coworkers. And you, my friend, are a coworker. Get it in your head, I’m. Not. Interested.” You said turning to him violently. 

“Oh, okay,” He said, his voice suddenly a lot quieter. He sounded like he had just been internally wounded. And you might just feel a little bad about it, but you weren’t about to take it back. Tough love. “I just, I don’t want you to think that I’m only interested in you physically. I realized after you left that it could have come across that way. I wanted to insure you that I’m not like that. I actually am interested you because you’re honestly a great woman. You’re obviously very, very beautiful, so beautiful, you’re healthy, and smart, and funny, and passionate, and so so talented. I get this, weird, feeling in my stomach when I see you. And, I understand that you don’t see me like that, you made that very obvious just now, and I wouldn’t want to push myself on you like that. So, I’ll keep my distance. I hope we can still be friendly though.” He said before quickly walking out the door.  You couldn’t help but notice his eyes starting to tear towards the end, prompting his rush to run off along with the plummeting of your heart. 

You didn’t even have the chance to say anything before the band loaded into the room.

You had let him go, and you couldn’t help but get this feeling like you had just made a big mistake.

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