Harry Styles - Photographed By Vincent Haycock

One Is Enough III

HERE Y’ALL FUCKING GO DAMN. HERE, TAKE IT.

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Summary: Harry keeps dreaming of a woman he had never seen before.

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Daddy kink, SMUT, a lot of filthy stuff. Do not read if you are underage!

Song Fic:

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"Fuck that feel so good baby... So fucking good for me" Harry threw his head back, eyes closed in euphoria. The pleasure coming straight from his cock, all the way up to his spine as he felt himself shivering at the sensation. Y/N bobs her head up and down, managing to swallow his hard length without any complications whatsoever. "So good for daddy..."

"Harry..." She called out, her voice slightly croaked.

"That's not what you're supposed to call me, sweetheart..." He warns running his hands through her head as he gave it a harsh tug, almost as if he wanted to punish her for it.

"Harry..."

"Be a good girl, Y/N" Harry warns once again as Y/N looks up to him with watery eyes and hallowed cheeks. Harry moans when he felt her tongue gliding underneath the slit of his tip, collecting all of his pre-cum as some of them drips down her chin. "Fuck, I'm close... I'm close pet"

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"Who the hell is Y/N?" Harry's eyes shot up when he felt sprinkles of cold water hitting his face, waking him up from his perfect slumber. He groans, looking around as he noticed where he was.

"Shit, sorry Mitch... I think I overslept" Harry apologizes, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he pulled off the covers from the body. The wet patch underneath him mapped the bed as if he ran a marathon and went straight to sleep. "Shit..." Harry cursed once again, looking down to his pants to see a large tent growing underneath. Mitch laughed, shaking his head as he got up.

"Hey... No shame man, we all went through that... But I gotta say, who the hell is Y/N? Are they your secret lover or something. Is there something you wanna tell us?" Mitch speculated as Harry sighed, taking the pillow with him to cover himself. "You've been saying their name in your sleep more than three times now"

"That's the thing... I don't even know myself"

Mitch may have caught him three times but Harry's had been dreaming of her since last month. He doesn't who she is, where she's from. All he knows is that he dreams some really explicit stuff and all of it seems too real. He thinks he has a problem but all he could think about is her.

Y/N.

Just one name.

Harry even went as far as googling the millions of Y/N's there is but none had matched her face. There's no way his brain could've just made up a pretty face like hers, his mind was not that complex.

"Maybe you saw her in one of the shows, those things happen to me sometimes" Mitch suggested, waiting for him to shower and get ready for breakfast.

"Yeah, maybe" He agreed, not wanting to in-depth with the secret girl he's dreaming about. The truth was, they hadn't performed in any shows last month so it was possible for Y/N to just be some girl in the crowd. If he was so captivated by her, he would've remembered her face and what row she was in. Hell, he would've even invited her backstage.

Mitch and Harry went out along with the others, grabbing a cup of coffee and maybe stop by the studio by any chance. He needs to distract himself from her. He needs to get her out of his mind because whatever it is, he wasn't sure it was healthy.

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The night came, Harry and his friends thought it was a great idea to have some fun before they start their tour and he definitely agreed.

So here he was, dancing manically in the middle of the club with a cocktail in his hand.

A woman approached him, dancing slightly closer and closer to him the longer the music went on. Harry was buzzed and all he could think of was how flexible the woman looked grinding her body against his.

"I have a private booth, why don't you and I go somewhere a little bit quiet..." Harry whispered in the girl's ear, as she nodded, following him from behind as Harry closed the door behind them. The girl, who's named 'Layla' immediately sat on the cushioned chair, eyeing him up and down seductively.

Harry walked right up behind her, kissing the nape of her neck as she immediately whimpered underneath his touch. Their clothes were off on the floor and Harry wasted no time bending her over the chair, lining up his tip up to her soaking entrance.

His brain was buzzed from alcohol and he wasn't sure what happened. The next thing he knows, Layla's vibrant pink hair change colours and so did the shape of her body. The girl turned around, showing Harry the unfamiliar face his been stuck with for months.

Y/N...

Harry tried shaking his head trying to get rid of the vision but it only got clearer and clearer until he was almost convinced that Y/N was really writhing underneath him.

Harry pounded into Y/N mercilessly, feeling the warmth of her skin-soothing into his.

"Y/N... Fuck, I'm so close... I'm so close pet"

"What the fuck?!" Y/N's voice disappeared, replaced with a much more annoying one. Harry's eyes widened as his vision was clearing up and he immediately noticed who was truly in front of him. Layla picks up her clothes, quickly storming out of the room. "What a fucking dick"

Harry cursed underneath his breath, putting on his clothes as he sat there on the chair and think about what just happened.

Something was wrong and Harry needed to know who she is before he looses his mind.

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Harry's hand were tight on his cock, fucking it roughly as he smothered the pre-cum that was dribbling out if the slit of his tip every now and then. “Y/N…” He whispered so lowly under his breath, the girl he fucked just right beside him, peacefully sleeping after Harry pounded her into the bed. The girl was such a deep sleeper that she didn’t even realize that Harry was jerking off to the thought of another woman that wasn't her. Harry imagined Y/N underneath him, at least this time he didn't accidentally say her name. “F-fuck, baby…”

Harry chased his orgasm, feeling the pit in his stomach growing bigger and bigger. He lifts his covers up slightly, points his hard cock right against his stomach as strings of cum paints his torso white. “So good, baby…” He whispered one last time, imagining Y/N cumming underneath him.

Y/N was the only thing that could keep him going, no one else. No one else but her.

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Harry wakes up at nine o'clock in the morning, going at his usual routine as he steps out of his house going for a good jog and maybe find someplace to have a coffee alone.

He gets his trainers on, blaring a song in his headphones as he started running. He finds himself getting further away from his neighbourhood and somewhere much quieter and peaceful. The town was surrounded with modest houses and little shops that reminded him of his hometown back in England. It was unusual for L.A to have places like these.

Harry stops by a bakery, wanting to get a few pastries and maybe some good coffee. He queues right behind a woman, waiting patiently for her to be done with her order.

"That will be $10.99, please..." The woman in front of him nodded, fumbling through her purse looking for money.

Only to find none.

"Oh my god, I left my purse back at home" Harry knitted his eyebrows in confusion, feeling as if her voice was familiar and he had heard it before. "I'm so sorry, I guess I have to cancel all of this"

Harry steps in front, pulling out a couple of bills as he paid for the woman's food. "Is'alright, I got it..."

"Thank you so much, I promise I'll pay you back..." The woman turned her head to properly thank him and suddenly...

Both of their eyes widened at the same time.

No.

No it couldn't be.

"Y/N?..."

"Harry?..."

oh and a request for her watching him get ready in the morning while she's still in bed and he kisses her goodbye before he leaves but it turns into a proper kiss and he pulls away and looks at her before cursing as he undoes his belt and they only take of the necessary clothing because he's going to be late but he needs her now

Sometimes you wake up before his alarm. It’s still very early, so everything is still very quiet and the light is very dim, and Harry is still enjoying his last precious moments of sleep. You raise up on your elbow and watch him breathe, watch his eyelids flutter as he dreams, and you can never resist pressing little kisses to his shoulder and his cheek and his arm, tracing the length of his spine with your fingertips.

When he wakes up and finds you already awake, he always gives you a sleepy smile and pulls you close, whispering into your hair that you make it harder for him to get out of bed. Sometimes you walk your fingers carefully down his belly, tracing the line of coarse little hairs that lead into his low slung boxers, and tell him that you can make it a little harder for him, if that’s what he wants. Other times, you just giggle and push on his shoulder and tell him to stop being such a bum.

This is one of those times; prying his fingers from around your waist and rolling out of his arms, telling him to go shower before he’s late.

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i. All Of Angel Baby

ii. All Of Fluff

iii. All Of Smut

v. All Of Angst

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(x) Holiday (incomplete)

(x) When Anna Left

Series:

(x) 9 Months (incomplete)

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VALERIE - Part I. (Harry Styles)

I am BEYOND excited to show you this story!! i was so keen on writing a good ol’ enemies to lovers story and then this idea came to me out of nowhere and got me chained to my laptop once again, lol. i really hope you’ll enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

word count: 4k

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The pink balloons keep bumping into everything on your way down the hallway, they even snake around some random dude’s neck and you almost choke the poor guy in your rush. You keep mumbling your sorry every time they hit someone in the head, but you’re not even paying that much attention. Your top priority now is to find the room you are looking for.

You almost miss it, so as you stop so suddenly you slide on the checkered floor before you step back and finally see your sister in the room, holding her little angel in her arms, Steven standing at the end of the bed, the proudest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.

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Where have h and bambi have had public sex and how do people tease them for it??

Well the worst time was in a back room at a photoshoot.

People heard them and Bambi had to go through the rest of the day trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Meanwhile, Harry, who had completely freaked out at first, got kind of smug and took the teasing as compliments.

“I will never visit you at work again,” she said on the drive home, arms crossed, her face screwed up.

“Why are you mad?” he teased. “You initiated it.”

“I’m mad at myself!”

“Aww, don’t be.” He poked her cheek and she pretended to bite his finger off, both of them laughing.

“How mad at yourself are you?” he asked, eyes on the road.

“Mad enough to say fuck it and suck you off while you’re driving.”

His eyes grew wide as he swallowed and she burst out laughing and pinched his cheek. “Just kidding. I don’t wanna kill us both.”

“Well,” he exhaled sharply, “I’m here for good time not a long time so...” As he pretended to unzip his trousers, she cracked up and swatted him on the arm.

“We’re shameless,” she said in between giggles.

“That’s why we cannot be with anyone else but each other,” he replied, an eyebrow arched. “Disappointed?”

“Very,” she said, but she was grinning.

keeping harry’s cock warm and then he makes you cum while keeping him still on him with dirty talk😳🥵

In which Harry's working and he's really horny and cold.

Harry is a whiny bitch, let's be honest. He hates the cold.

If he was doing his work, minding his own business and then all of the sudden his cock started to rise up. He would call for you, any time, any where.

He would ask for you to sit on his cock, just to warm it up and you loved the feeling of his big cock stuffing you up so full and nice. It would just stay in there for the rest of the day, he remained hard by the feeling of your warm and tight walls around him.

Sometimes you would clench around him and that would make him throw his head back out of nowhere. As he grunted slightly in you neck, biting it to surpress his moans.

You would mutter a quiet 'sorry' that would just make him go crazy.

He couldn't fuck you because he had a lot of work, so cockwarming was the best thing.

If his cock stayed in your pussy long enough... He would definitely cum in it, but he wouldn't pull it out. He just lets his cock rest in your pussy for a while, the feeling of his hot cum inside you definitely the best thing you could ever ask for.

When he pulls out, his cum just oozes out of you cunt completely, slightly wetting his pants.

When he's done with his work, he would command you to lick all the mess you made, he would eat you out after also, tasting his cum mixed with all of your juices.

eXPLORE IT MORE MA’AM

here is the yachtrry w33d piece i promised for boyfriendathon!! sorry she’s quite late but you know how it is!! 

**smut warninggg

Within seconds, the red-hot ember is burning into your skin. You yelped, yanking his wrist up as you took a sharp inhale through your teeth. Sure enough, there was an angry little mark that was already swelling. 

“Oh, fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry. Fuck, are you okay?” He was instantly reaching for the icey glass of water in front of you.

“It’s not that bad,” you concluded with a sign in relief as he pressed the cold condensation to your skin. 

“Here, that’ll help with the pain.” Harry snorted, handing the joint back over so he could switch which hand held the glass. You smiled in approval and took an extra-long inhale just because you deserved it. 

The boat was barrelling toward Greece and the deckhands had informed you that if you positioned yourself downwind, there would be no issue with you smoking on board. You’d carefully selected your spot, falling onto the same deck chair with Harry as he sparked it. It was a rare moment for just the two of you on your trip. Of course, you were thrilled to be joined by so many of your friends but it left you and Harry with far less one on one time than you both desired. 

There was barely anything left when you flicked a large collection of ash into the tray a stewardess had brought. You passed the joint back to him with a guilty look as it looked even smaller in his hand. He raised a singular eyebrow in question before took a decent sized hit from what was left. His fingers were careful to avoid the small welt as his large, callused hands, shockingly absent of any jewelry, caressed over your buttery skin. He kept his hand on you as he leaned to stamp out the joint onto the tray.

He motioned you over to him as soon as his back was against the chair again and you gladly crawled into his lap, his arms crossing over your chest to hold you close to him. 

“Pretty fucking fond of you,” he hummed into your ear, his lips sponging a kiss to it as soon as he finished. You wiggled against him in satisfaction, nuzzling into him deeper. “Can’t wait to show you Greece.” His fingers began to trace the strap of your bikini top, his fingers teasing under the material to brush against your skin.

“Hey, H.” Jeff’s voice cut through, making Harry groan at the interruption. “Captain said another boat just reported some paparazzi ahead at that ridge, might be best to head in.” Harry went limp so his head came smacking against your shoulder, annoyance etched into his features with a scowl. Jeff threw him an apologetic shrug before turning back to the small group gathered at the hot tub at the front of the boat.

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged, standing and wrapping the plush towel around your body. “Let’s go inside for a bit.” You reached out your hand for him, his body still splayed out like a rag doll. The trip had already experienced a few interruptions and it was really starting to wear him down. It was the first vacation the two of you hadn’t taken covert measures to meet up in private. You went to the airport together and the internet subsequently exploded with pictures. This created this sort of new fixation on the two of you. It was the most intense thing had been since in the two years you were dating and that was certainly saying something

Harry was having a hard time adapting. The last leg of his tour had been his most difficult yet. One of his crew members had fallen while working and gotten serious injured, which deeply troubled Harry. He’d wanted to cancel the show, make sure everything was safe and secure but with so much money and so little time to reorganize, the show still went on. However professional he might have been on stage, he was wracked with guilt and anxiety for the rest of the tour. Combined with the most extreme case of homesickness you’d even seen him encounter, he was more than ready for a little rest and relaxation. Which made these eagerness for photos of the two of you all that more annoying and intrusive. 

So, you figured you should bribe him. It was a small way you could reclaim your trip and Harry’s mood. Nothing better than sneaking off for a good bit of fondling so you two could enjoy your high tucked away. You shuffled back into the windows of  the yacht, your back pressed against the glass so you were completely blocked by the shape of the boat. Already so far out at sea, there weren’t any boats passing on the side of the balcony where he was still sitting. Though, someone passing through inside could easily catch an eyeful but it was a risk you were willing to take. 

You reached for the straps of your bikini, pulling it down your shoulders so the lycra yanked free from the curve of your breast. You puffed your chest out ever so slightly, as if in offering. As you exposed yourself to him, Harry froze in shock. His face was a a cocktail of intoxication, surprises, and sheer delight. 

“Take me inside, H.” 

He sprung up then and tossed his own towel onto the chair, immediately forgotten. You scooped yourself back into your top as Harry eagerly approached you. He waited just enough for you to situate yourself before firmly grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the interior doors. 

“See yas!” Harry called to your group of friends. “We’ll be inside for a bit.” He giggled as he pulled you past them, moving so fast that you barely had time to flash them an unassuming smile over your shoulder. 

As soon as your cabin door was shut, he was on you. His mouth was hungry as sucked deep, hot kisses against your lips. His hands started at your face, cradling your jaw so his mouth pressed tender and firm to yours. Then he slid them over your shoulder, down your arms, to your hips. He dragged you into him by your lower half so your hips knocked together. He wanted you so desperately, you could just feel it radiating off him. From how he held you to how he kissed you to the low whine that he emitted when you broke apart. You were swimming in him and your high. He panted heavily against your neck as you tried to get your bearings. He spongued his mouth down the column of your throat until he reached your collarbone. 

His hands smoothed up from your waist, caressing the supple skin as he kept them on a path upwards. He met the tie on the back of your bikini the same instant he started to move you two toward the bed. You blindly followed his lead, taking little backward steps as he steered you until the your legs met the comforter.

He pulled one of the loose ends to untangle the bow of your top, pecking randomly across your chest. He glanced up at you, mouth still poised on your body, as he slowly peeled the top off you. Your skin is still cold from your ocean swim a few hours ago and goosebumps scattered over your naked breasts as his warm breath fanned across you. Your nipples instantly pebbled, your sensitivity rising as his mouth inched closer and closer. 

His kisses were still fiery, building tension in the pit of your belly and eagerness in your center. No matter how many times he had touched you, he always felt exciting. You had fleeting worries that one day he might wake up and never crave you like always had. That the ravenous feeling would die out and he would either resent you or grow bored of what you had to offer. But those feelings felt a billion miles away when he was moving against you like that. Moaning weakly against your skin at just the sight of you. 

Carefully, he pushed you down onto the bed. He grinned in anticipation as your body bounced gently against the mattress and your legs instantly spread for him. You stretched out your hands to him, inviting him to hover over you. He shook his head with his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to head the devilish smirk as his hands reached for your ankles. 

He dragged you down the bed. Stopping when your ass reached the edge of the mattress and plummeting to his knees in front of you. He grabbed ahold of your leg, reangling it to hang off his shoulders so you were open to him. 

His hands made quick work of rolling your swimsuit bottoms off, the sound of your heaving breaths swirling around you. You felt light, like you were and Harry were just floating together, everything else unimportant. Just the two of you, weightless and wrapped in each other. He was all you cared about, clearly marked by how loud your moans were growing as he kissed a zig zagged path up between both your thighs, laying on kiss to your right thigh before turning, inching up high and pressing another to your left. 

You shifted impatiently, sinking down the bed so your core was closer to him. He laughed quietly, a sound you can feel vibration through him with your leg slung over his chest. But his mouth keeps the same tempered speed as he inches up, pecking gently where each of your legs connect. His mouth circled your pussy, his mouth ghosting around the sensitive skin before his tongue slid over your folds. He sighed contently when he’s met with your slickness, his tongue licking over you in bold, flat strokes. He warmed you up like that, his tongue keeping an even rhythm as your cunt grows slicker under his mouth. 

Your fingers met the fringe of his hair, momentarily scrambling to pinch the clip out of his hair to be blindly tossed across the room. You tugged against the strands, his lips now working to suction over you, his tongue sinking euphoric circles around your clit. 

“Harry,” you gasped, your voice caught in your throat as you fought to speak over the moans slipping from your mouth. “More, please. Baby, give me more.” 

He dove into you further, his face buried against your pussy as his mouth worked over you furiously. You were almost positive any passerby could hear the obscene noises coming from between your bodies but you couldn’t care, just egged him on louder. 

“Yes, fuck, Harry. Yes!”

He devoured you, his saliva mixed with your wetness and dripped down his chin. His mouth was focused and knowing, his hands gripping under your ass so he could hold you against his mouth. As your belly twisted with your orgasm, your heel dug into his back and he held his mouth over you, keeping even pressure with his tongue on your clit as you came. You weren’t even aware of what sounds you were making, just the shuddering over your body and the throb in your center. 

He laid a delicate kiss to the top of your mound before he pulled away, the bottom half of his face glimmering in what little sunlight seeped through the blinds. His eyes were droopy but his grin was proud as he stood and he didn’t bother wiping his mouth before he dropped himself next to you on the bed. 

Harry rolled over lazily so your mouths could meet, the traces of alcohol and weed masked behind the taste of sex. He sighed, quite chuffed with himself as you parted, still holding you close. 

“Quick nap before we go again, yeah?”

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Prompt: #10, I swear; if you die, I’ll kill you. 

[08] “Do I ever win with you?”

She absolutely hates this.

She’s always juggling the worst things about dating her Harry. Harry thinks it’s his restless sleeping habits, she doesn’t argue but she thinks the fact that they can’t ever go out for karaoke with friends takes a bigger piece of the cake. (I mean they could but Harry has this damn stupid habit of stealing the show without even trying.)

And it’s fine the other way as well because she’s got a whole list of things that make her a pain in his ass.

But the rough bits never overthrow the good bits so all stays well and balanced. Because she’s willing to give up on karaoke and wake up in the morning beside him (there aren’t a lot of those mornings) and see him with all of the duvet.

But now, she’s sure this bit now takes the biggest piece of the cake. When he’s feeling poorly, even worse than poorly and there’s nothing she can do. Nothing she can do to make him feel better, because she can’t even see him. The only thing she can do is check in for updates because her life goes on as well whether she wants it to or not.

Because he’s usually somewhere else, always somewhere else and she can’t jet off for a bit because she’s got her own commitments. Her own life that sometimes likes to clash with his. Their lives don’t always line right up, match right up but they get through that. They make up for those lost hours or days with the short time they’re given. They know how to make their minutes together (which they swear are shorter than the regular ones) last.

So when she’s putting her key in the door and her phone rings deep in her bag and can’t reach it in time she thinks, typical. Her day cannot get worse. The card reader at work wasn’t reading cards and no one taught her what to do when that happens. And a group having lunch wanted to split the bill across five credit cards. That might as well have been someone asking her to build something for the space station.

But when she called Harry’s number right back after she missed it she decided that splitting a bill between five credit cards is child’s play.

“Don’t get scared, alright? Promise me you—”

“What happened!” She drops her bag to the hardwood floor.

“Just told you not to get scared!” He whines. “Were you even listening to me?”

“You don’t start a phone call like that! Are you mad! Now m’gonna be scared!”

“M’in the hospital for a bit just for—”

“What! Why—”

“Listen to me! Christ you never listen!”

“Keep talking!”

“I’ve been feeling a bit off recently yeah? Told you so yesterday, so m’here now just getting tests done. M’gonna be fine, just tired.”

“You’re downplaying it—”

“M’not downplaying anything—”

“Yes you are! You always do.”

“Am not!” He defends.

“You wouldn’t be in the hospital if you were fine!”

“I feel fine!”

He’s not really feeling fine. He knows he’s going to be fine because he’s being cared for and looked at now. So he will be fine and so there’s no point in worrying her.

But this is what got him into this whole mess in the first place. Him telling himself that he’s fine, putting it off and promised that all he needed was a good sleep and that’s all. And that’s really not all it is, he’s exhausted.

“M’not arguing with you right now!”

“Just wanted to make sure you knew!”

“Could I talk to your doctor?” She asks even though it’s not really a question. It’s a demand dressed up as a question because he will do as she asks.

“Love, m’really fine, promise—”

“Did I ask you!” She asks. “No I didn’t, want to hear that from the doctor.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“No.” She admits without trouble.

“Why’s that?”

“Because you always say you’re fine, you obviously were not fine this time when you told me you were feeling a bit sick yesterday. Now look where you are! Took you two weeks to speak up!”

“I thought it would pass in the morning.” He argues. “Six mornings ago.” He mutters.

“And did it?”

“No—”

“Harry.” She says sternly. The type where he knows he’s only got one option.

Harry is exhausted is what the diagnosis is and she’s seething. Because she knows this. It doesn’t take a doctor to tell. When he comes home all he does is sleep and that’s all she wants him to do. He’ll apologize, say something along the lines of how they should be spending time together. But she covers his mouth before he can continue the sentence, tucks him back in and closes their bedroom door.

She knows he’s exhausted, that he’s fitting so much on his plate until it overflows. And he doesn’t know it’s overflowing till it hits him on the head and he’s in a hospital bed.

But Harry on the other hand just feels plain stupid. Hospitalized for exhaustion. He just needs a good sleep he thinks and he’ll be good. That’s what he’s been telling them but it’s more than that now. He’s just thinking about when he’ll be released. He didn’t hear the part where because he didn’t let himself recover from the flu he had a week ago, just kept going and going it’s come back to bite him. He’s not listening to the part about how he’s dehydrated and exhausted himself down to the core.

And she told Harry to take a break. To take even one day just to sleep and eat properly. Did he listen? No. Because he’s damn stubborn and hardheaded that one. That’s probably why they clash because she’s more of the same.

She knew he was feeling tired and nauseous here and there so she told him to do something about it. She knew it wasn’t normal for him to feel like this, weak and dizzy all the time. And it’s so frustrating on her end because all she can do is shout at him from an ocean away to go see a doctor. But she can’t do anything else. And then he has the nerve to get angry with her when she manages to get his people on the phone and tell them he’s feeling poorly. But that’s all she can do so she does it.

When the phone gets passed back to Harry and he answers she’s silent for a second.

“Love?”

“I swear.” her fist tightens at her side. “If you ever do this again—”

“M’not dying!”

“God forbid one day you will be and then what! You’ll call me a week later and tell me you’ve got a fever and that’s all!”

“What are you on about! M’fine—”

“Don’t interrupt me.” She whines. “You can’t, you just can’t. Because if you pretend that things are fine, one day they really won’t be! Just like today!”

“I didn’t mean to worry you just now. Just wanted to tell you what happened so you wouldn’t hear it from someone who isn’t me—”

“Why didn’t you tell me all of what you were feeling these last few days!” He only told her about the flu a week ago and that he’s been feeling tired. That’s it. Nothing about the dizziness, the weakness or nausea that he told the doctor about.

“I didn’t think it was something to worry you with.” He answers honestly.

She can’t help herself, she can’t help think about the worst case scenarios always. The ones she might not be around for because he’s away more often than not. So her mind goes there without asking for her permission.

“If you die I will kill you.”

“M’still gonna die either way then won’t I!”

She doesn’t care if it’s a cold, a sprained finger or a failing kidney. All of it matters especially when she isn’t there to make sure that it’s just that and not something much worse. It’s different when they’re apart. Every detail needs to be said.

“I wont forgive you,” she shakes her head. “I will but I’ll be very cross, could take me a few days to untangle me from it.”

“Don’t want that.” He shakes his head even if she can’t see it.

He really doesn’t because when she’s cross with him he doesn’t hear the end of it. Mostly because she doesn’t speak to him for a bit. He nearly forgets how her voice sounds and what her smile looks like. So he doesn’t want that.

“No you don’t.”

He hears noises in the background on her end. Shuffling and whatnot.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think m’doing! Packing!”

“You can’t,” he shakes his head. “You’ve got school and—”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”

“M’telling you!”

“Harry—”

“No! You—”

“Please just let me see you.” She says and it sounds different. She isn’t shouting right back at him, raising the volume each time he does until they’re in a full on shouting match. And he knows she can, they usually do. She was supposed to keep her voice loud and keep fighting him but she’s quiet now. She doesn’t want to fight with him. Her request which is usually a demand is a an urgent beg and it’s soft.

And she knows by now that when he says no it is’t because he doesn’t want to see her obviously. Maybe she thought so when they first started seeing each other. She knows now that he doesn’t want to disrupt her life. Take her away from her things and her commitments that are just as important as his.

He despises disrupting her things. Taking her away from the things that don’t involve him. Because those are still hers. Those have stayed hers. There are only a few things that have stayed the same for her since he came into her life. And he knows that and he’s wary about it that the time.

He doesn’t ever want her to put her life on hold for him. He doesn’t see himself worthy enough of that and she shouts at him properly for that when he does things like this. Like keep her from him.

It’s nonsense.

He thinks it’s just because of who he is and what he does that’s being a bother. It isn’t, it never is. It’s because he’s feeling sick and she wants to see him. He’s not a disturbance or a bother because of who he is. Every couple feels the same way, puts their life on a hold for a minute to tend to more important things. And they aren’t any different than any other couple walking down the street at the same time they do.

“Ok love,” he sighs. “You win.”

“Could be a bit more excited, you haven’t seen me in seventeen days.”

“Do I ever win with you?” He smiles to himself. He’s just agreed to her beg and now she’s mad at him for the way he’s responded to it. But he knows he has won. Won everything with her. He always feels like the big winner when he’s with or without her. And Harry likes winning.

“In that case, I don’t have to bring the shirt you forgot with me.”

“No bring it.” He pouts.

“Not so smart now are you?”

“Never said I was! You’re the brains in this love.” He sighs. “Graduating soon.” He smiles to himself.  

“So you better be well by then! And alive! Didn’t go through all that not to have you here!”

“I’ll be there. You’ll kill me if m’dead before, so I’ve got to show my face.”

“I miss your face you know that?”

“Really?” He asks, purely shocked at the idea.

“Really.”

“Even when m’a big bother?”

“Even then.”

“Could you pack faster? Don’t hear any packing in the background anymore, you’ve got me excited to see you and—”

“Do I ever win with you?” She says in the same tone as he did. She’s getting herself on a plane, started packing just as she heard he was in the hospital and now he’s asking her to hurry it up?

But she’s very capable of answering that question on her own. She wins everyday with him even when she isn’t with him. Because he’s got this really bad habit of leaving himself everywhere. Everything reminds her of him and he’s always lingering in just about everything.

He stays with you.

That’s probably why he’s so good at what’s keeping him away from home for so long.

“Just bring the damn shirt over.” He grins.

do you have fwb!harry styles angst fics??

hi! i couldn’t find many, so if anyone has some please let me know!

Shampoo Bottles by @starsstruck

Wildest Dreams by @outofsstyles (only really angst at the end but its a must read its so good)

“It’s Not That Important” by @finestoflines

Three Rules   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4 by @goldenbluesuit

Jamaica Me Happy Masterlist by @for-fucks-sake-h