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42 Hours

Content: an enemies to lovers au in which Harry and Y/N are forced into a cross country road trip to make it to their best friends’ wedding on time

Warnings: language, mentions of nsfw content

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word Count: 20k 

A/N: I actually cannot believe that this is finally being posted over almost a month of working on it!! originally, I was going to make this one long stand alone fic, but once I hit 35k with no end in sight, I decided to split it into two parts so that it would be easier to read for you guys.  I’m hoping to have part 2 posted within a week, so keep an eye out for it!! this fic was partially inspired by this post by @avhrodite​ (thank you miss bailey!!) and can I just say that I had so much fun writing it!! I love road trips!! it makes me so sad that I had to split this fic because there are so many fun music scenes in the next part but those will all come in due time!! I would also like to give a big thank you to miss andrea @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy​ and miss alex @darthstyles​ for putting up with me bouncing ideas off of them and for proof reading for me!! and miss andrea again for editing this stunning header pic!! also everyone I tagged is a wonderful writer and if you’re looking for more to read after reading this then I HIGHLY suggest taking a look through their masterlists. and as always, if you like this fic, please like and reblog it!! and shoot me a message!! feedback is always appreciated, not just by me, but by all content creators <3

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also!! if you want to set the mood for a road trip with Harry, here is a link to the playlist that is mentioned and referenced in this fic!!

When she was a little girl, Y/N’s grandmother had told her about Murphy’s Law.  Grandma Sarah’s favourite activity was staring at her granddaughter over the kitchen counter, a knife in one hand and half an onion that she’d been cutting in the other, spouting various wisdoms at the young girl, who would often be sitting and peeling vegetables for her.  The old lady had hoped that, after being lectured enough times on life’s difficulties, Y/N might be able to avoid making the same mistakes that she had made in her own time.  She always had a list of advice that she’d cycle through, as if she were a record on a loop.

“Always look both ways before crossing the street.  Your great uncle Albert didn’t, and he never regained full function of his left hand.”

“Beauty fades, but there’s no shelf life on your mind.”

“The grass is always greener on the other side, so stop staring at it, and focus on taking care of your own lawn.”

All of the advice was, by any accounts, useful for anyone to know, especially a young girl.  Of course, sometimes the advice would get a little scrambled after Grandma Sarah had had a few glasses of wine, but even her tipsy thoughts were useful to Y/N in her later years.  To this day, Y/N still sets a glass of water on her nightstand before going out to a bar, and her hungover self is always grateful the next morning.  And Y/N had yet to find anything that smelled as sweet as a vanilla dabbed behind her ears and on her wrists when she runs out of perfume.  However, perhaps the most important piece of advice Grandma Sarah ever gave her came one afternoon when Y/N was eleven years old, and her older cousin Grace was due to get married the next week.

Grandma Sarah had cracked egg after egg into her mixing bowl, always without getting any unwanted pieces of shell in the egg whites, and gave her granddaughter a long look across the kitchen counter.

“When you get married, Y/N,” She had said, voice firm. “Remember Murphy’s Law.  Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and at the worst possible moment.  When Murphy’s Law comes into play, there’s nothing you can do except roll with the punches.”

Eleven year old Y/N had nodded her head seriously, as she always did when her grandmother told her seemingly important things.  The advice, despite its usefulness, however, didn’t stick around in her head, and Murphy’s Law didn’t cross Y/N’s mind for fourteen years.

It takes fourteen years for Y/N, who is standing in front of a flight check-in at LAX, two large suitcases next to her, one of which contains two gold wedding bands, passport in hand, and a distressed look on her face, to remember the law her grandmother had once told her about.

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do you listen to "golden unreleased lyrics" by harry styles or are you mentally stable?😀

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Me:* reading at school*

Random person: Why are you reading- its not even fun

Me:

In My Feelings Part One

a/n: welcome to part 1!! it’s a bit long–and the other parts will be too so prepare yourselves. i’m honestly so excited for this series and these characters and I hope you all are too!

what it is: you and harry hate one another but that doesn’t stop you from fucking

warning: choking and a lot of cursing

word count: 11.7k

pls pls pls reblog if you liked it!

i’d love to hear your feedback :)

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here we go:

September 16, 2020

You were standing in your bathroom, blurring the red lipstick around the edges of your lips in front of the mirror while Charlotte sat on the lid of the toilet behind you, telling you about a fight she had with her boyfriend the night before. 

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked her, resting both hands on the edges of the sink, looking at her through the mirror. 

“It’s stupid, isn’t it? We’re fighting over nothing.”

You scrunched up your nose and nodded. She finished her sigh just as Sarah came to lean against the doorframe, her eyes on her phone. 

“They said they’re going to meet us there in, like, half an hour. Is that good?”

Charlotte said “yes” at the same time you asked, “they?”

“Ooo.” Charlotte’s attention moved to her lap and Sarah averted her eyes when you looked at her. 

“He’s coming?” She nodded and you groaned. 

“I’m sorry! Mitch was with him and when he asked what he was doing tonight, Harry asked if he could come…and Mitch said yes.”

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DRACO X READER

Request: Could I have 40 and 21 (in that order, if you don’t mind) with Draco? Something super angsty please. It can have a happy or sad ending, whatever you think is appropriate, but I feel like having my heart ripped out lmao.

40. “You don’t fucking know how to have eyes for only one person! You always go around with a girl while looking at another!”

21. “No, no. You can yell or punch me, but don’t cry, please don’t cry. I can’t stand seeing you heart broken.“

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You were sitting at the Slytherin table, next to Draco, having lunch. It was a very sunny day, indeed, rays of light peering from the windows, but you felt the oppositeーgloomy. Now, you were a rather happy person, you wouldn’t stand people being sad, so you would always find a way to cheer someone up. But today, you weren’t exactly… sad; it was just that Draco kept checking other girls out, which made you extremely mad.

With a loud bang, you tossed your fork and knife on the table, causig a few people to turn around, got up from the table and left with a scoff. You weren’t going to just sit there and watch your boyfriend practically ogle other girls, while his girlfriend was right next to him.

You were halfway through the Entrance Hall, going to your common room, when someone called your name. “Y/N!”

You turn around, boiling with anger. “What?!” you snap.

Draco looks at you confused, not understanding why were you angry with him. “What’s the matter?” He takes a step further, wanting to take you into an embrace, but you pull away. “Y/N?” He frowns.

“Don’t you dare ask me what’s the matter,” you say through gritted teeth. “Because you bloody know.“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, really?” You laugh bitterly, almost histerically.

“Look, if there’s something I did, we can talk this through, there’s no need to-” He frowns again, looking at you in confusion.

“You don’t fucking know how to have eyes for only one person! You always go around with a girl while looking at another!” you yell. “And you have the nerve to ask what’s the matter?” By now, you were laughing uncontrollably.

“I-I don’t know what you saw, Y/N, but it wasn’t like that, I swear!” He looks at you with wide eyes.

“Cut the lies, Draco. You think I don’t notice every time we go out you looking at other girls and smirking and all that bullshit?” you ask, but he doesn’t respond, he just looks at the ground. “I just don’t understand, am I not good enough for you? Am I not beautiful enough for you?” you say a lot quieter this time, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Slowly, the tears fall down your cheeks.

He looks up at you, a sad yet guilty look on his pointed face. “No, no. You can yell or punch me, but don’t cry, please don’t cry. I can’t stand seeing you heart broken.” He tries to reach out to you again, trying to hug you or even touch you, just a sign that you were still here, and that you didn’t shatter just like your heart. “Please, Y/N.” His voice was trembling and you looked up at him, only to see his eyes watering.

“You should have thought about that sooner,” you said coldly, pulling your hand away from his grip and with a last sad look, you left.

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