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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.
—SEND REQUESTS FOR BLURBS. I want to write some.
#55 All Of Me (Harry Styles)
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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!
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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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“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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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.
—
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 styles : live on tour | my experience
i realized i never talked about my harry concert here so i’m going to rant about how much of a beautiful experience it was because... it was, it was beyond beautiful,
first of, i went to the concert with my dad, it wasn’t in my town so we had to take a flight to the city it was going to be in, and the pic was my view from the plane, the feeling was indescribable, the view was stunning
next, when we arrived i realized that i was about to see the love of my life, and i almost started crying lmao, we rented a car and then my dad and i had some little bonding time and we went to eat chilaquiles (traditional dish here in mexico) and bOY WERE THEY GOOD!!! i also tried to look for liam since he was in the same city at the same time, sadly we didn’t see him :(
i also went to a museum there in mexico city with my cousin and uncle who live there so that was fun !!!
nEXT we went to the hotel and i met soooo many girls who were also going to harry’s concert and we bonded over the boys and how much we’ve been waiting for this day and stuff like that, then my dad and i went to sleep for a little bit because our flight was at like 7 am so we had to be at the airport at 5 am so we were tiRED
then, when i woke up from my nap and took a shower and started getting ready for the concert, at this point i was already sHAKING and was just super excited because i was only hours away from seeing the loml🤧 , after we finished getting ready we met up with my dad’s cousin who wanted to see us and went to have something to eat before the concert, i was taking to my cousin about how much i waited to see harry and again, i almost started crying, but she said that all this wait was worth it and that i was going to have the best night of my life, and she was absolutely right
we got into the place where the concert was going to be held in and i swear to god my legs were shaking i was sooOO excited and happy and just living my best life because i was going to see THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IN LIKE MINUTES NOW!!!
then i met up with a friend of mine in our seats bc she bought the ticket that had the seat next to mine , and we started talking about how much we were going to cry the moment he shows up on the stage and when the rubik cube showed up on the screen we sCREAMED SO LOUD that it looked like the venue was going to collapse (also leon is so cute i loved him) omg and when we were waiting olivia started playing and we sang so loud my throat started to hurt and the concert hadn’t even started yet,
the moment he actually showed up on the stage and the lights went off my heart started to beat so fast i thought it was going to jump out of my chest and i couldn’t hear anything but the intro to only angel and oh my god i was shaking so bad but was in a total euphoric moment i was the happiest girl
my dad was the sweetest during the whole concert, he recorded when he knew that i wasn’t going to be able to (fan projects) and he hugged me when i looked like i was going to cry (i did)
my favorite moments were probably sweet creature, and if i could fly... when i thought that i couldn’t love that song more than i do i was wRONG, he sang it so beautifully and peaceful and it just felt right, the song gave me so much peace and i felt truly loved, i couldn’t be happier
let me tell you, his eyes, he has the prettiest eyes in the whole galaxy the color of his eyes is the most pretty and beautiful and gorgeous and his SMILE it blinded you i swear to god he has the prettiest smile his laugh is so contagious and he just radiates happiness and love and he’s just the prettiest little star i love him so much oh my god i felt so loved and welcomed and happy i want to go back to that moment of pure happiness and stay there forever i love my little star my little sunshine with the prettiest eyes and smile and laugh and just everything about him is bright and shiny and pretty i truly adore and look up to him in so many ways the message he gives is so important and he’s just so grateful for us the amount of times he thanked us for being there and supporting him i fell 10 times more in love being his fan is one of the best decisions i’ve ever made in my entire life
so yeah, i love harry styles with my whole heart and if you ever get the chance to go to one of his concerts DO IT !!! you won’t regret it
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he might have been in the industry for 10 years,,, but he be acting like this
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