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Y/n and harry are both crazy.... but soon realise for each other!!!

Harry had a recent fascination with kebabs. It was fairly new, and it wasn’t like he had eaten them for the first time. But, recently, they were his favourite. He was all for crossing those calories and spending half an hour extra in the gym if he got to try new ones or the same one for that matter. It was Y/N who had introduced the same one to him, and he loved that he felt closer to her when he was taking a bite of that roll. He teased her with it, texted her how amazing it is in this new country he was in, and how she would have loved it.  

Y/N hated salads. She didn’t understand the need of spending 15 pounds of leaves. Just leaves, and it was extra for the meat. She was in college, and with her college budget spending that much on a mean was not acceptable. But, it was Harry’s favourite, and Harry was not here. So, she saved up money on different days so, she could eat it at least 4 times a week. At least, Harry was keeping her healthy. She hated how he teased her with pictures of kebabs, while she ate a stupid kale salad, telling Harry how it was her new diet. He knew better, and she knew him as well. 

“I swear if I eat any more of these, my stomach will burst,” he laughed on the phone. 

“Seriously, send some over here, please. Kale is killing me,” she groaned. 

“You don’t have to eat it, you know. Eat your normal food,” He smiled. 

“It’s my new diet,” she argued. 

“Umm, no. You miss me,” he looked all doey with his green eyes smiling into the camera. 

“Umm, cocky much?” she raised her eyebrows. 

“Yeah, well pretty much,” Harry agreed. 

“You can stop eating kebabs, you know. Miss me in a healthier way, maybe?” 

“What? And stop making you feel jealous?” He laughed, obnoxiously more so, rubbing it in her face. 

“Why couldn’t you have unhealthy choices as a favourite food. I changed my coffee to all black no sugar, and I swear, every time I want to go back to my Cappucino, I feel like I am betraying you! I hate it!” she cried. 

“You’re crazy, angel!” he laughed. 

“You’re crazy.” 

“For you, yes. very much.” 

“Ditto.”  she pouted. 

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#54 How Do They Do It? (Harry Styles)

Hello! Thank you so much for waiting for me and liking all my little concepts! 

Here is the first part of the first one! 

CONCEPT: 

Y/N had a life of her own before Harry and there was no reason why she wouldn’t have one when she was with him as well. But, what people loved about these two were how they were able to create space for themselves and have their own personality after 5 years of being together but, also how they worshipped each other to the core.

Harry followed her around like a puppy, kissing on her, doting on her and she did the absolute same and she loved on him in front of and when they were away not knowing they were being watched.

It felt unreal, but these two did it so well, that people hated them for it - and they were still clueless about it.

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“I think, I want to get this today, so I can process these forms tomorrow before I leave. Also, could you look into the scene list for me? See if I’m missing something?” Y/N told her co-worker.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. The project doesn’t start for like two months. Enjoy your time off!” Y/N had been working so hard for the last four months. She worked as an Assistant Director and her last film had finally wrapped up, and they were free for the next two months before the next project started. Not that she really was on an off. She also owned an online business with her best friend. She was the business brains, and her friend handled the designing and the manufacturing. They promoted native culture from three different countries and put it forward in the world. They were still small, but for a company that started about a year and a half ago, they were doing exceedingly well, and they both thanked their stars every day.

Y/N like it though, she liked owning a business and following her passion, and even though her life sometimes got a little too crazy, she managed it well. She gave her boyfriend that benefit though. He kept her sane, and she’d like to say she did the same for him. He usually based himself around her whenever he was off stage, and whenever she was off, she followed him around with her laptop.

Y/N’s aim was to start her own film, but she was still finding her perfect story, after a fallout with the writer of her last one. It was a difficult thing to overcome, but the girl was constantly all over her boyfriend, and when he had to push her off him, Y/N had had enough with that trick, and finally listened to her boyfriend’s advice on how her friend was not the right person to work with. She was fine for the moment though, she loved working as an assistant director, and learnt the most she could from working with the greats. It took all her strength to be where she was, and she was still young. Very young, only 22 and it had been just a year before that she had completed her masters in direction.

It had been longer with her boyfriend though. They met when she was still doing her under graduation. Actually, she met him when she started it, in her first week. He was friends with her flatmate and had come to see him in secret. No one knew he was on campus, nor it would have gone a bit crazy. One Direction had come out with their third album, and he out of a horrible relationship. She still doesn’t know how it came to be what it was, but it was rocky at the start. He was in a phase of being heartbroken, and an asshole, and he still says, how he doesn’t recognize himself when he sees that year. He played her for a long while, a long long while that Y/N for the first three years of their relationship refused to acknowledge that period in their timeline. He, on the other hand, wanted her in the good and especially, in the bad. So, it was five years now.

But, he had played her for that year. He knew she was gullible enough to fall for him, and do anything for him. But, he also, liked her. For the longest time chased her around to finally get her. She was young as well, and he was her first proper relationship. So, he messed around with her, and messed around with other people, not calling it a relationship when it clearly was one, and she was putting herself in one with a guy who was hardly in the city, never around her to hold her hand, or show her off. It was until in the third month, when she found out about the other girls, realised it was not a relationship, and freaked out. He broke her heart, and she called him the worst human in the world. She called him a lot worse, but what broke his heart was, the fact that this girl wanted everything in a relationship that he had wanted. And now that he broke her heart, she’ll turn into him, who just thought he could live like how he was. And he hated seeing her cry. So, he chased her again, and opened up to her in every way he could, as he presented his heart to her for keeping this time.

She has kept it safe with her, believing him after almost eight months of them being together again to make sure he was here to say, and he was. He was an incredibly committed guy. That was what he also called his vice. Cause, he committed himself to something only after fully believing in it. So it was always a 100% or nothing to him. Y/N had his 100% in his heart criteria. They made it through her graduation, the band hiatus when he became a mess, and through his solo career, and her starting in her career. She can’t say it had always been strong, cause they had their fallouts, but Y/N wasn’t taught to give up, and Harry was too strong headed to ever not be able to get through a bad period and come back in her arms.

Y/N was on the flight to Australia now. She was supposed to meet him after his Australian tour ended, but she had wanted to surprise him, and Jeff made all her dreams come true. She knew he adored her. She was his way through any difficult idea with Harry. She was going to meet him in Sydney after his concert there, and she couldn’t wait.

She was managing all her appointments on the flight so she could take three days off her online business to give all her time to him before she had to divide her time between him and her work. He knew how busy her work life was, knew how she processed, and he admired how strong she was. It was one of the first things he fell for with her, her passion for things. Her passion for the littlest to the largest thing and he knew her passion for him.

They had a deal. They knew their life was hectic, but after the third year fight about not giving each other time, they had decided about how they had to make time for each other regardless of how crazy it got. This was through his hectic concerts, and crazy writing periods to her shooting and managing her business. This got them through all the long distance, and all the space they needed to know themselves to be stuck to each other when they were together. It was tough, it required a lot of effort from both of them, equally. Especially when people around them always thought how they could do better, and how could they do it with the distance, and how they are better for them than their current relationship. They got through all of it, because Y/N loved him with passion, and Harry did not have it in his functioning to love anything else apart from her.

Jeff had it all arranged, and she didn’t even have to worry about her stuff reaching wherever her boyfriends was, and she was handed a drink while she freshened up, looking the best for him. Always trying to look the best for him, like he tried to for her. Jeff came and hugged her, telling her some crazy instances they faced in the tour so far, and about his family, catching up with her. He was still performing, and Y/N didn’t want to watch the concert halfway. She had missed all his previous ones, hating how she wasn’t there with his family in London. But, she was here now.

And in a dress, she knew he would love. He loved backless dresses - said it messed up his head when he saw is his angel in a short dress in which she already looked like a sin, but when her back was completely bare for him to touch…well, it made him go insane. She wanted him to go absolutely berserk today.

He came off stage, high on energy, thanking everyone involved for making it amazing today. He was sweaty, and took off his jacket, giving it to the assistant who had a hanger ready for him, as he made his way towards his dressing room. Jeff came out of his room, stopping him in the track, and hugging him congratulating him on the crowd. “Why weren’t you watching me?” He pretended to be offended, but Jeff lied about some complication for tomorrow which needed sorting out to not give away anything. He nodded, “let me get changed and then, leave yeah?” He opened the door to his room. Locking it behind him, he didn’t notice any presence in his room, as it was usually empty, and Y/N was hiding behind the door. He proceeded to take his pants off, before Y/N repeated a dialogue which he usually said to tease her, “I have no idea, how you think you’re allowed to go out in the public looking like that?” he turned around, his eyes meeting hers, and taking her in, “and then, you don’t even show off to me so -“ she didn’t get to finish as, he smashed in his body into hers, “Harry…” she breathed out, as his arms wrapped around her body, making her fit into him, like she always has, like she knows this is her home. Her, attached to his body, his lips on her shoulder, breathing her in.

He held her for a long time before he let her go, kissing her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw, before she held his face to make him kiss her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Harry bent down, picking her up by making her wrap her legs around him, and sitting on the couch, so he could do this longer, and make her comfortable. No words were spoken. They had really pushed it this time. Four months of not being able to see each other, with just two days in between where they could meet. He usually, made time to come to her, but because of her direction in a major film this time, she couldn’t meet anyone. She held his face in her hands, as their kiss got deeper and they tasted each other properly, with Harry’s hands going all over her body with a stronghold to actually know she was there.

“I love when you surprise me,” He kissed her one more time before pulling away. “Baby,” one more time, and he could stop himself. Maybe a couple more, as he kissed her again, making her laugh. “Did you plan this?”

Y/N nodded, “Jeff helped,” She took the liberty to make her hands go through his hair, which was much longer than the last time she had held it. It brought tears to her eyes, as one fell down, making Harry frown, “I’m sorry for staying away for this long. And also, not talking for a week in between,” She kissed his cheek.

He wiped her tear away, “hey, this was an amazing opportunity. More than amazing, this was fantastic. And, this is the time where you take your risks. I don’t regret it. I love our FaceTime sessions,” He laughed, knowing he loved her in her arms more.

“Okay, I’m yours for the next two months though,” she gave him big smile, finally telling him the duration of her break.

“Two months? Wait until the end of the tour? What?” He kissed her, “really?”

“Yes, and then the shoots in L.A. for The Last Sunshine,” Harry raised his eyebrow, knowing the entire drama about selecting the location, “I know, out of every place in the world, they chose L.A., but whatever, that means -“

“That means we have more than two months together before it gets crazy busy again,” Harry finished her sentence, “Gosh, how will we ever manage? What if I can’t stand you?” he teased.

“I can buy new lingerie every month?” she said, innocently pretending to play along. Harry made an extra eager-excited face, making her laugh all over again before they heard a knock, and Harry brought her closer, covering half her back with his arm, protectively, as the door opened.

“Hey!” Jeff walked in, “Happy, my man?”

“Happiest,” he smiled.

“That smiles worth it,” He gave Y/N a high five, as he walked towards them. “Okay, here are the keys to the car. Please be safe, don’t stay out the entire night and come back to the hotel so, that you can rest up for tomorrow’s performance.”

“I was thinking, we could just go to the hotel. Start all our adventures tomorrow,” Harry winked looking at her. They liked to take off in the night and explore the city, so Harry knew what the city looked at night, and sometimes they messed up his schedule. Jeff became the dad then, setting both of them straight, while they acted like teenagers. It had happened often enough for him to start with a warning.

“That’s new,” Jeff laughed, and Harry made a face. “Okay now get off each other, and let’s make a move.” He walked towards the door, as Harry bent placing a kiss on the skin showing between Y/N’s breasts, “Guys now!” Harry groaned, as he licked that spot making Y/N shiver.

“This dress,” he kissed her shoulder, “should be illegal.”

“You should be illegal,” Y/N said, before she crashed her lips to his.

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“Lie down on the bed fo’me,” harry mumbled in the kisses. He had stripped her completely naked, ruining her bra, and tearing her panties, saying sorry baby, it was too delicate, but Y/N knew better to know he loved doing it.

“Don’t know how long you lasted without me,” Y/N picked up her body, resting on her elbows, her legs open wide apart, as Harry shook out of his pants, and his underwear.

“It’s your voice, and your abilities to get me off through a camera baby, maybe we could invest you in porn,” Y/N hit him, before he held her arm, making her hold it above her head before he got her other arm in his hold. Holding her with his one hand, he used his other, to feel her out. Slowly, taking in what he had missed for the past four months. Touching all that he wanted to touch over their sessions only to be not able to.

“Harry,” Y/N moaned, has his fingers entered her mouth, and she sucked on it with full attention, letting it go with a pop, as his now, wet fingers went down her neck, to those fucking nipples, which were so sensitive, he had made her come just with his tongue on it once. He loved finding out new pressure points in her body so, he could play her properly in his hands.

His fingers reached her pussy, as he entered two fingers inside her, making Y/N roll her eyes so far in her head, and making her take a breath.

“Harry please,” she let out his name like a chant out of her tongue. They didn’t have it in them too much to continue the foreplay. It had been too long, and he was already leaking out, while she had been drenched since the dressing room.

“I’m going to push in, yeah?” He said, “babe?”

Y/N nodded, as Harry let go of her arms, as one grabbed the pillow, and other his arm, as he slowly pushed inside of her. Pumping slowly, teasingly so, that Y/N felt the chill rise up from her legs on to her stomach, curling her foot. “Oh god,” She moaned out, as Harry quickened his pace, balls deep inside of her, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. He bent down, kissing her lips, and her neck, as she squeezed him so tight, making him want to stay buried in her forever. Y/N came so fast, it was incredible how much she missed his body. It was so good, that she couldn’t help tears fall out. She rolled them, so Harry was on her back, continuing to bounce on him, knowing he was so close. He held her hips and thrusted so hard and fast, as he came so deep inside of her, coating her walls with his release, making Y/N feel sedated. He stilled inside of her for a while, holding himself there, as Y/N crashed on his body, nuzzling her head into his chest. She could feel his cum inside her, warm knowing it’ll put out of her onto the sheets when he pulled out.

“I love you, did I say that?” He asked.

“I love you,” She whispered to his heart, as he wrapped his arms around her.

Harry proceeded to fuck her twice more, once on the bed again, and then in the washroom before she entered the shower. He liked seeing him fuck her in the mirror, and this room had three all around them to give him all the angles to see her fall apart in his arms.

He did end up missing his morning gym session, but he ordered breakfast in bed for her. He wanted to see her eat, he wanted to see her do everything around him, for now, he wanted to sit with him between his legs in nothing, and eat her toast telling him about the time, the actor got locked in one of the rooms, and the shooting getting cancelled because everyone thought he went home. 

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along to. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there.

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Concept: “What are you saying Harry?” Eyes wide, ring in her hand.

“This. This is a mistake,” his mind is blurry. “ I’m in love with someone else, then. This is not you.”

“This is me!” She screams.

“No, you’re the one who is spontaneous. You’re the one who wraps everyone around with her tales, making everyone fall for your magnificence. This - This is not you! This is someone else - a role you’re playing!”

“No. Look. I have no idea who you thought I was, but this is me. This is my life.” She tries to hold him.

“Then I’m with someone else Y/N. I don’t know who you are.”

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I’m trying to form a strong character. So tell me…

What type of girl/guy do you see Harry with? 

#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

This concept got almost 400 votes and so many requests. Thank you! 

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Word count: 4k+

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

This concept got almost 400 votes and so many requests. Thank you! 

HERE IT IS! 

Word count: 4k+

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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Harry having a really complicated night time ritual from skincare to the way he arranges his pillows to how many goodnight kisses he needs and getting all frustrated when you try to interfere

“No, and ask him to call me in the morning. The first thing so I can put it in the schedule,” you heard him say on the phone and could almost picture the frown on his face. “I don’t get it, he knew for weeks. Why can’t it be scheduled so I know how it is suppose to take place. Does everything need to be last minute. We should get a new guy, Jeff. I’m tired of taking creativity as an excuse of not being professional,” you heard it escalate. Harry hated when he didn’t have the next day scheduled during his work time. He had to email himself the next days schedule and not be surprised with something random that always had the possibility of making front page. You heard him cut the call. “Are you coming to bed?” He asked you, and you stopped typing.

“I was thinking of finishing the -” you started.

“Not today petal, I really need you to sleep. You were up late yesterday as well. It ruins your sleep schedule,” he said, walking up the stairs as you shut your laptop. Your mother loved him cause he kept you on track. You were thankful that you loved him too much to cut his head off.

Fifteen minutes later of clearing everything which was your night time schedule, you walked up to the room to see Harry shaving, something that was the part of his extensive night time schedule. He had put you up in one as well. So it was a solid washing your face, putting some serum and then cream while brushing for you while his, was far too extensive for you to keep track of. You didn’t mind it. One of you had to be the diva and it suited Harry much more than you. “Did you apply the cream to your soles? They’ll hurt like shit if they crack again.” He reminded you, but like usual he wasn’t lovey about it. He sounded like your mother. You weren’t living with your mother though, you were living with your boyfriend.

“On it,” you replied curlty not wanting him to know you were annoyed.

“I don’t get how you get snippy with me when I’m only caring about you,” he replied strict with his voice. Was he scolding you?

“What was that on the phone?” You asked changing the topic.

“I got four more interviews added tomorrow. One of them is from that interviewer who likes to know my opinions on all the world issues. I’m not prepared for the shit,” he groaned. Shifting to his mask which he rubbed on his face. You usually loved him for all his quirks, but you were on verge of being cranky cause he was right you had messed up your sleeping schedule.

“Cancel it,” you replied, taking your clothes off and dropping it on the floor and slipping into bed before he noticed.

“Pick those up, Y/N.”

You huffed getting out of bed and walking to the hamper in the bathroom to drop the clothes off. You could see his eyes scanning your body, a little smirk on his face. “Is that all?” You asked, blinking your eyes innocently.

“Get your ass on the bed,” he laughed, wiping his face off. You jumped on the bed, tucking yourself in the corner. Harry got on bed, and put his pillows, one infact because he was advised they would be good for his back. He pulled one out from your neck as well, “do you want to wake up with a neck ache,” he eyed you.

“When did you become my mother?” You huffed and turned your back.

“When you decided to act like a child.” He was always smart with replies. “Alright, don’t go to sleep, where is my kiss?” He asked, slipping one hand underneath your waist and pulling you.

“It’s gone when my mother entered the picture!”

“Really, I knew someone was getting cranky,” he said kissing your shoulder. He kissed further up your neck.

“Stop stop, I’m mad at you.” You giggled.

“All my kisses now, please,” he smiled. “I’ve a long day tomorrow, I need to wake up strong,” you turned around and met his lips, your hand, going up his head and pulling it closer as his body settled with yours. He leg went between yours, as he placed your head on the pillow. Giving one last peck, his hand switched off the light making it completely dark, just how he liked it, and placed his head on the pillow next to yours. When it came to wanting things a certain way, Harry was the best and he didn’t take no for an answer.

Joints

“It’s organic, herbal. Have you ever heard anyone die from weed?” Harry stated rolling the joint, a professional at it now. You were new to this circle. To be honest, you didn’t know how you ended up here. One second you were telling your friend it’s a great night to be high as the sky was clear, and you loved looking at the stars whenever you smoked. The next thing you have her pulling you to the VIP area which you are sure she flirted her way into. You didn’t mind, it was a talent. But, you were shocked to see the one and only Harry Styles there.

What was he doing here? You could see him and his girlfriend, missing her name from your head sittinf with a bunch of other people who was were wearing shirts and shorts. You didn’t understand this fashion sense. It made men look like babies.

You could see his hands working smoothly as he rolled another one, handing them over. His girlfriend moced closer and placed a leg on his which you were sure was an uncomfortable position to be in, but it looked like she was marking her territory.

It didn’t take you long to be completely out. Unfortunately for you that also meant you didn’t like being surrounded by a lot of people. Luckily the VIP area opened to a huge lawn and you went an laid on the grass. You giggled, always feeling a little too happy on weed. The stars seemed much more clear and you had a conversation with them.

“Can I join in?” You heard him ask. You loved his voice. You always had. You could have landed on his lap if you didn’t have a moral compass.

‘I’m talking to the stars,“ you told him. "I’m telling them that I would totally freakout if I saw you in real life,” he laughed and laid down beside you.

“The great kings of the past live there. They are looking down at you, seeing and yada yada yada,” he tried quoting.

“You know the movie is based off hamlet? My mind was blown when I found out,”

“That’s depressing,” he frowned and you looked at him, turning your head to the side. Your lips could touch if someone moved a tiny bit. “Hi, I’m Harry,” he said looking into your eyes.

You giggled, “my favourite star is called Harry,” you looked up. “He is very talkative. Chatty.”

“I don’t like that other people…things are called Harry,” he said sounding upset.

“You and a million other people,” you turned. He frowned, pouting.

“I don’t want my favourite star to be called something else,” you stared into his eyes, trying to debate and stopping yourself from giggling. He stared back and moved forward, placing his lips on yours. It was slow, no one moved, and then he pulled back.

“You can keep the name, if I can keep you.” You licked your lips and looked back at the stars.

“Deal.”

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“I don’t know, I find him a little rude,” you said as you packed all the stuff from the dressing room.

“What?” Maria yelled laughing, “don’t let any of his admirers hear you say that. You will be killed.”

“The truth is all I am confessing to,” I raised my hands. “But really, after the initial smile, handshake and hello, all he does is ignore you. Tell me if you have had a conversation with him?” You knew she hadn’t. “He only talks to people he knows, and then it’s just smiles and hellos and you can’t fool me with em. That’s how all high society pricks act like!”

“But, he isn’t high society. He is from a village.”

“No, with that bank account, he is high society. And those suits. He is seelctive with his people and all his people are high class, what do you call them?”

“Snobs?” Maria laughed.

“Yes! We shall be like that one day! Or at least deal directly with them one day!” You said sitting down on one of the high chairs.

“I know you will be, I can be your assistant!” She opened the door, telling you to step outside so she could lock up.

You both didn’t know that someone had stayed behind in the theatre and was waiting for it to clear so he could stand on the stage once more to thank his stars.

“But, I mean he has to have some smart people talent. Everyone he meets has everything good that they can say about him! While all he does is pretend to be nice. I think, it is because he doesn’t have any deep innteraction with em,” you analysed.

“It’s not like people who work with him say anything bad either,” maria stated.

“Point. Who knows if he interacts with them either though, and the people he does interact with - You know what! He knows how to make those high networking connections! Yeah, that’s it! Then he doesn’t have to talk to us. We can just be happy with a handshake, while he can connect with the big fish!” You worked kn your analysis, while Harry was shocked to hear all your statements. He raised his shoulders bewildered how you were making those assumptions.

“Yeah if he does, it gives out that aura as well which high society pricks like to have!” Maria added.

“Yeah! The untouchable aura! You know you want to be a part of it, but you can’t be!” You laughed. “This is stupid.”

“Yeah, I am sure no one can pretend to not be the original prick for so long. I am sure he is really that nice!” Maria wrapped everything up, picking her car keys.

“Maybe he is a rude guy who pretends to be kind so that he doesn’t have to interact with anybody!” You concluded.

“Yes let that be it! C'mon!”

“Oh wait, go walk to the car! I left my jacket near the wings!” You ran towards the stage as Maria walked out. Locating you jacket, you noticed a stage light to be switched on, and you went to close it when you saw someone on stage on his knees, hand folded like he was praying.

“Umm, hello sir. I’m sorry, but you aren’t allowed to be here-” he turned around and you caught your breath. It was your employer, oh no, it was Harry Styles and you were literally bashing him and his personality all along. You didn’t mean any of it. It was just banter.

“Yeah, I was just leaving!” He kissed the stage and got up.

“Or you can stay. I don’t think anyone would stop you,” you said raising your hands, not wanting to interrupt.

“You did just stop me,” he shrugged.

“Yes, but I don’t have any authority over you,” you stated, laughing nervously.

“I’ll walk out with you,” he smiled walking towards you. “So what was the conclusion? Am I genuinely nice, or a rude jerk who pretends to be nice so he can be nice and leave as soon as he can so he doesn’t have to interact with like of you? Was that it?”

“The two options, yes.” Fuck. “Mr Styles, it was just bant-”

“But, who is ‘you’? I mean is it the fans, or the people who work backstage, or random people I meet on the street, or people who I don’t want to have a connection with because that would not give me the aura of being untouchable?” He went on and you turned red as a tomato.

“Am I fired?” You ask.

“For analysing?” He asked.

“For being rude,” you stated. “You don’t seem to talk much and I like to think you are human so I was trying to identify your flaws. And passing the time, I help Maria clean up because she helped me film,” you said trying to explain yourself.

“You are with the film crew?” He asked.

“Please don’t fire me. My analysis won’t be on your dvd.”

“I’d hope not. You just figured the real me and I won’t want anyone to know!” You could get the sarcasm behind the sentence.

“You’re angry. I haven’t seen that emotion before. How about this? It is my second day, and we have your last two shows to shoot. I can not interact with you either, and you can also come up with a horrible assumption of me like I did of you, and we would be equal?”

“Or I could just not give a fuck and walk away?” He said, taking his car keys out and pressing the button.

“Where is the fun in that?” You mumbled.

“What?” He snapped.

“It is your wish, sir. Of course. Apologies for well…assuming. Bye. Have a good evening,” you blurted out, taking steps away from him.

“I stopped caring about how people think, you know?” He said, stopping you in the tracks.

“That’s good. You shouldn’t care what people think about you anyway.” You nodded.

“You are discrediting your own view.” He responded.

“I’m stranger. You’re a stranger. I wouldn’t care about what you think about me either.” You shrugged.

“That is if I made that assumption about you?” He smirked.

“I apologised. Are you one of those who keep rubbing the same spot again and again?” I crossed my arms.

He laughed and then, said, “Bye, I hope I don’t see you again while you are shooting the two shows.”

“I would say the same, but I won’t be that lucky since I am working for you!” Your mind yelled to bite your tongue but, you had to have a smart mouth. He turned around walking away, and raised his middle finger up in the air. You deserved it, but were still appalled. And a littlw bit too embarressed to repeat this to anyone. Who’d want to know, you made Harry Styles your enemy? Little did you know, he was just as embarrased as yourself.

#56 Still The One (Harry Styles)

Okay, This is INCREDIBLY SMUTTY, ANGSTY AND CHEESY. 

Concept: Harry wants Y/N. Y/n definitely wants Harry. But, Y/N is Mitch’s friend who knows Harry too well. And Harry didn’t call Y/N after sleeping with her and Mitch warned Y/N about Harry crushing all her hopes. But, Harry wants Y/N. 

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I couldn’t place when I finally decided that I was a fan of open-mouthed kisses down my neck, but him doing that, right now with his other hand holding my hair tight and tipping it back for him to control was absolutely divine. I knew I would give up everything to be here, this close to him if he promised to keep this up.

“Lie down f’me, will ya?” he pressed you down, going down my chest as I giggled. “What’s funny?” He mouthed on my chest.

“Tickles,” I giggled again, as he bought his face back to kiss me.

“So,” he paused sitting up. He was in his boxers, and I was down to my underwear, and I had no recall on how we dropped our clothes down so fast. It was steamy yeah, but it was funny as well, since he had been making me laugh so loud before he kissed me which was a brilliant way to get me to do anything I figured or he did. It was only the second time I had met him, and he was a step ahead. I sat up on my elbows, my boobs out on display, as his eyes kept flicking on to them, then my eyes, and , my lips, “we can stop, “  He offered pouting.

“But, we took off all our clothes,” I whined.

“I like how you think,” he winked. He knew this was my second attempt at sex, and a lot he did for me was happening for the first time. Like him going down on me. If the neck kisses were divine, his tongue licking around, flicking my clit was hell. A hell, I would want to be buried in forever. He knew what he was doing clearly, cause he knew how to work me up, better than I could myself. I felt his finger going in and out of me, while he sucked around so diligently. “Gotta loosen you up, pet if we want this party to go anywhere, s’fuckin tight, it’s insane,” he kept working on it, while my moans reached the zone of downright embarrassed whimpering. He kept a tight hold on my legs as he worked on the third finger in, “doing so well baby, so good f’me.” I didn’t know what made me cum, his words, his fingers or his tongue, but I fell apart so quick in his hands, which made me want to laugh and cry.

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“Harry, wake up!” She heard Mitch’s voice first before, she saw him. Her head was still on Harry’s chest, their bodies wrapped together after the events of last night. His arm pinned her tightly to his body which made it difficult for her turn around before Mitch entered the room and stopped in his tracks. Their clothes were all over the room, yes but his eyes were on her, wide eyes, eyes in shock. She turned her head up to look at Harry waking up as well, as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“G’mornin,” he whispered just for her, before blinking his eyes and looking at a shocked Mitch.

“What are you guys doing?”Mitch shook his head. “What are you doing, Harry?” Harry looked at him in confusion. “Wait, what the fuck are you still doing here, Y/N? You have to be in the office in,” he looked at his watch, “40 minutes, Y/N!”

“Oh fuck!” She got up fast, but Harry pulled her back in covering her with the duvet, and then, making her get up again holding it. “I’m naked.” She laughed. Mitch walked around the room collecting her clothes and throwing them on the bed.

“This is unbelievable. Absolutely ridiculous, I tell you!” Mitch went on, as Harry got up and kissed her shoulder giggling, distracting her again. “Oh my god Y/N, get off the bed! He doesn’t employ you!”

“Oh fuck!” she snapped, and quickly wore the T-shirt in front of her. Placing a kiss on Harry’s cheek, she collected all her clothes and bolted towards the bathroom. She was almost late to her internship’s meeting which she had been stressing out about all week.

Back in the room, Mitch’s cross face, met Harry in question, “what the fuck happened?”

Harry smiled big, and fell back on his pillows, “I had the best night ever!”

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Her eyes on my chest as she concentrated hard for a second before she dipped down running her tongue on my nipple, and then holding on to it, sucking. Did she know that I loved teasing ‘em a bit when I was alone, because it was something that always had me going instantly, not that my cock needed much help anymore. Somehow her choosing to pleasure me, than it being the opposite which was always was the case, really made me feel warm, a bit fuzzy in my chest. Her sweet lips moved across to the other side, and my eyes rolled in my head as I felt her hands go down on me. She licked down straight to my tattoo, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she placed a kiss right at the centre, and moved down.

I didn’t know how we ended up here, or imagine her to be so confident in handling me. She was mostly confident when she spoke to people, but I could tell she was quite shy when it turned into an intimate setting. This side of hers however, put me in complete awe. She sat on her knees, pulling her long hair all to one side, “we can stop, you know?” she repeated my line with a smirk, knowing she was killing me.

“No please,” I begged, and she gave me sweetest smile before grabbing my cock out of my boxers, and putting me her mouth. So eager, as her tongue licked down on the side, her hands holding me tight and making my toes curl. She stroked and flicked working so hard, and my hands went and removed her hair from her face, “so pretty,” I moaned. Holding her hair, as she licked down, humming slightly making me shiver a bit, she suckled my balls, filling her mouth, before she went back again taking me in as far as she could. I could feel the back of her throat vibrate as I praised her. I crashed back down on the bed, getting up instantly as the pleasure drove me a bit crazy. Her lips tight, she held still, her eyes meeting mine, as I held her head, and fucked her mouth. I was done within the next few seconds, and she took all of me in, before pulling me out of her mouth, and wiping a chin. I knew was sin looked like.

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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)

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Concept: Y/N never was the girl who could make the guy fall for her in first look. She didn’t have the perfect body, or the ideally pretty face. She was beautiful in her own way, and a hard working girl. Nor did she have one of those personalities that would make guys go crazy and chase her. She was just nice, passionate about her own things, and gave her best everywhere she could.

So, it wasn’t strange to understand that Harry Styles didn’t fall for her when they met. She was a friend of one of his friends, and they had just met on one of the trips she had tagged along too. Everyone had nice things to say about her, and she was successful at her work. But, again she wasn’t like those who would make you turn around again, and her charm wasn’t like those girls who’d spark a fire in you.

Plus, Harry had a girlfriend. They were doing fine. A bit of a lull period, but fine. And, Y/N was just a friend who Harry had never noticed like that. Never thought about her after, or was physically/sexually attracted to, she was just a friend.

But, suddenly, this May, she was everywhere. It started with her getting carrot cake to Harry’s hotel in Hong Kong. She was there on the same day, and she had heard Harry was a bit sad. They had spent the night talking, and he had asked her to stay for his concert before she had to head back to L.A.

You see, Y/N was a person who had to slowly be loved. Loving her wasn’t motivated from her surface, but through time spent with her. Time spent with her made Harry realise how utterly wonderful she is, and he could never understand how he looked over her. He persuaded her to come to Japan with him as well. And, Harry realised that falling for Y/N was falling in deep. Falling completely for her, and never wanting to get out. That loving Y/N came from her depth, and once you had loved her, getting out of it was just not possible.

But, Harry had a girlfriend. And Y/N had always been there. 

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Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He is here. Get it together, you prepared for this. Of course, he’ll be here, it is his sister’s party. Oh god. What if I’m not able to say anything in front of him? What if I freeze? I’ll be the psycho who froze in front of Harry Styles. Or say something stupid or ridiculous? I’ll be that girl who said some random shit in front of Harry Styles. What if I just smile? Like just smile and nod. Okay, that’ll be creepy if someone does just that to me. Why did Gemma want me to meet him anyway? I’ve avoided this interaction for the longest time and now, oh god.

“Over analysing what you’ll say to him when you come face to face,” Miles came and stood beside me, taking a sip of his whisky which I knew he hated.

“You’re revelling in my misery,” I groaned.

“I mean, it’s time! You know most of his friends for what more than a year now, and you have not met the guy. And, everyone knows he is your favourite so,” He went on.

“This is not helping me at all, Miles. Like zero per cent no help!” I looked at him.

“He has heard about you. I’ve talked about you multiple times, mentioned your crush as well. He laughed, don’t worry,” He nudged, knowing he was ruining it further.

“I’m going away. You suck.”

It was true though. I had actively avoided meeting him. He was one of the common friends of many of my friends, and every meeting where I knew he’d be present was avoided by me. It was going strong for a while actually. Until, I met his sister through a common friend on a project, and now, I was here at the completion of the project. Gemma found out about my love for her brother which was awkward as fuck which she found adorable for no reason I could think of, and vowed to introduce me.

“Oh wait, my party! I’ll introduce you guys then!” She chirped.

“Oh no…” I shook my head. “It’s really not necessary.”

“He is not scary at all,” she laughed. “You’ll actually love him. He is not as spontaneous as me though, you’ll see! It’s crazy you haven’t met him yet, you have many common friends. My party it is!”

“No…”

“Oh yes!”

And, here I was, dreading this meeting because I didn’t want to mess it up. He has been someone I look up to for a long time, and I really didn’t want to put another dynamic to this one-sided relationship. More so because, I will always want something more cause I admired him so much, and found out so much by just hearing our friends talk about him, and I knew it will never play out like that. Less heartbreak if he doesn’t know me altogether.

“Y/N come here,” Susie distracted me for the next 45 minutes talking about the next project in line, and our ideas about where the shoot should take place. I was heavily involved in the conversation so I could escape all thoughts of anything else, which worked for a while, until Gemma excused me from the group, and wrapped her arm around mine, pulling me away.

“Where are we going?” I asked since it was away from the party.

“Come along,” She laughed. We walked into another room, where there were fewer people than the first one.

“Was I in the ‘not close enough people’ room?” I asked.

“Funny. Did I tell you, you look pretty today?” She said, stopping me in my tracks.

“Oh no,  I don’t want to…” I realised why I was being pulled.

“Oh stop it!” She started pulling my hand through people.

“Wait for Gem,” I stopped her, “it feels like I’m using you to meet him, you know.”

She squinted her eyes, and then shook her head, “nice try.”

“It was worth an attempt,” I shrugged.

“C’mon,” She introduced me to her mother first, who complimented my hair and I thanked her. “I think the final project came out so well and I feel like it was completely your creativity which brought it out!” Gemma praised me, and I blushed thanking her. It was nice that my cheeks were already heated because of the praise cause next for meeting him. “Oh, Harry!” She called out, and we turned.

He was in a black coat, a white t-shirt inside with jeans, and that was enough to make my knees wobbly. He smiled big and walked towards up, and I straightened up further. “Hello!” He glanced at me and then his sister and mum. Gemma introduced me, and he turned towards me, shaking my hand. “I’ve heard so much about you and your work from so many people. I’m glad we finally met.” He smiled.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I could judge body language, and he was cautious, professional. It was not like a friend meeting a new friend. It was like a celebrity meeting a fan, and that’s what he knew about me. My heart fell, but I was a good actress to not show it. We talked a bit longer, maybe a minute more when Gemma and Anne left us, and then he excused himself to go talk to someone else. I walked out of the room.

At least, I met him.

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