summary: you hate harry and he hates you. the two of you decide to channel it into something good.
warnings: hate-fucking, choking, dirty talking, breathplay
word count: 2.3k
song inspo.: rock you like a hurricane - scorpions
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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨
HOLY F-
Hell yeah
For Pony :)
I’m gonna do it, for Johnny
oh fresh fUCK IT WAS THE REAL ONE
It’s so gosh darn beautiful
IT’S THE REAL ONE
Holy shit
(pic cred @kindahoping4forever )
Summary: I like shiny things/but I’d marry you with paper rings
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: if you’re afraid of having feelings this is not the idea for you
Me, rambling: oh wow a bitch is back. I had to take a break from writing for a while because of a little something called uninspiration and writer’s block. But now I’m back and better than ever with this sap fest of a fic that actually might have made me feel a thing or two if you’ll believe it. I hope you like it!! I missed you guys so come chat if you want to :) I’m nearing my first thousand followers so keep your eyes open for an update on that front I’ll be posting a celebration thing soonish I think. All the love, hope you have all been well, Soph.
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“Watch it! You’re gonna fall!”
“Well don’t push me, genius.”
“Just for that sass, I think I’ll push you a little harder.”
Ashton giggles at her sarcasm, stabling his footing on the shingles to settle himself on the plush blanket they spread across the slanted roof.
“Bring me my wine, woman.”
“Yes sir, right away, sir.” She salutes, hoisting herself out of their window onto the roof, reaching back through the threshold to grab the glasses and bottle of wine waiting patiently on the floor.
I’ll represent you in court :)
Isn’t it consensual when she gave him the photos when they were together 🔚
From a lawyer: “The photos were consensual. But she did not consent to distribution “
He really thought he did something with that comment and his lil stank emoji at the end lol
Reblog to save a LIFE dat shit is not ok
for the ladies, and even gentlemen, who follow me and find themselves in this situation.
Same goes for you Men. If your ex leaks photos of your dick or any videos you sent her, you can sue too. Yea, giving the photos with consent is Aight, but spreading them around and “exposing” Ain’t it chief
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS MEANS HARRY IS ONE OF THOSE THAT WATCHES YOUR FACE WITH HIS MOUTH LIKE THAT WHILE HE FINGERS YOU REALLY FAST AND NEVER LETS HIS EYES LEAVE YOUR FACE BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SEE WHAT HES DOING TO YOU AND THEN HE BITES HIS LIP BECAUSE YOU BITE YOUR LIP AND IM CRYING
This ones v long, 9k+ so make sure you have time! <3
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“Yeah, about that, we may or may not be back together…”
Marilyn’s eyes widened. “Please tell me you’re lying.”
“Y/N, you’re lying. Not after what you went through last time,” Dylan spoke.
Y/N sighed loudly. “Yesss, I know, I know.”
“You’re only going to end up with a broken heart again,” Dylan said.
“He’s literally toxic,” Marilyn agreed.
“That whole relationship’s toxic,” Dylan mumbled while eating popcorn.
“I know but I think I like it,” Y/N mumbled, thinking of the way Harry can piss her off like no one ever has before and she’d still die for him.
Harry and Y/N have been on and off for a total of two years. The first time they broke up was because although they were both touring, Y/N still made every effort to visit him on her days off and Harry didn’t put in the least bit of effort to even return her calls. She decided she deserved better (but didn’t necessarily want better.)
That lasted two months before Harry reached out again and after a week of talking again they hooked up and were back together. They decided they’d take things slow. This lasted five months because Harry thought she was cheating on him, and would bring it up constantly (he was jealous of her best friend at the time. Whom she’s still friends with, just not as close because they grew apart over time.) They broke up for only three weeks that time. Then Harry reached out again because he realized he was being silly.
Then they broke up because Y/N was going through a hard time in her life, and Harry was never there to answer her late night phone calls and never could go to her when she was having anxiety attacks but flew all the way from the U.K. to America to host for his friend James Corden when his wife went into labor. They broke up the day after he hosted. Harry of course insisted she was crazy, and told her to leave if she wanted to. So she did.
Then three months after that she released her third album and it went straight to number one the minute it was released. Harry texted her a congratulations (he’d been keeping an eye on her through the news and pre-ordered the album because he was proud of his baby even if she wasn’t his baby at the moment. He never stopped loving her. He never could, really.) She’s said thank you and then he called her and like that they were back together (they just couldn’t get enough of each other.)
The next time they broke up was a year later because they both felt like they needed space. (Mainly Y/N though, she brought it up and Harry just agreed.) Harry was most hurt by this break up and therefore, wanted to do whatever would hurt Y/N the most. He got back with Kendall, the girl he dated for two months. Y/N was livid when she saw the pictures.
The first thing she did was text the group chat she had with her two best friends Marilyn and Dylan. DO YOU GUYS SEE THIS BULLSHIT IM GOING TO KILL HIM–then Dylan called her (even though he was on a date with his boyfriend) and she went off about how much of an asshole Harry is and how much she hates him and hopes he’d slip off of that yacht and drown. She screamed and screamed until she was sobbing, because sure she was angry but really she was sad. He belongs to her.
Then (even though her best friends told her not to do it) she called Harry and cursed him out because who does he think he is? Does he really think he’s going to ever find anyone who loves him more than her? But of course Harry said it was her idea to move on, wasn’t it?
The last thing she said to him was fuck you, I hope you have a nice life. Then she hung up and they didn’t talk until a month ago (four months had gone by since their messy break up.) Y/N swore she was never going back to him and Harry swore he would never let the crazy girl back into his life. They were both wrong.
As of last week, they were officially back together and they were both over the moon.
Usually the paparazzi had a field day when the two superstars got back together(again) but this time it was the fans who broke the news to the world, because Harry had been spotted at one of Y/N’s concerts with Nick Grimshaw (a mutual friend of the two. He always supports it when his two best friends decide to rekindle their romance. He wants them to get married and have babies.)
Her phone started ringing, and when she saw it was him (his name popping up on her phone was still something she wasn’t used to) she grinned. “Hang on, its him.”
Her two best friends since high school rolled their eyes.
“Hey, babe,” she said causally.
“Hey, babe,” he murmured, busy with something else.
“Harry?”
“Hang on…no, I don’t mind. Yeah–no, that’s fine, I don’t care. Okay…yeah. Great….bye, have a nice day….Okay, love?”
“I’m here,” she spoke, preparing a bowl of ice cream for herself because when her and her best friends got together, it was junk food and only junk food being put into their systems.
“Hey, did you get James’ text?”
“No, what text?” She was on FaceTime, putting a big spoonful of caramel ice cream into her mouth. And that was the nice thing about getting back with Harry. It was new, but it wasn’t. They knew each other already (inside out, both mentally and physically)–and more importantly, the ‘I have to look perfect every single time he looks at me,’ phase lasted about a week with Harry, because she knows areas that he’s seen her at her worst, multiple times.
“It’s a group chat. You’re in it. It’s about his birthday next weekend in Mexico. You gonna go?”
“What day is he leaving?”
“It’s Thursday night to Monday morning.”
“Well I have an interview to do Thursday morning…then I have a radio thing Saturday but I can always just do it over the phone…”
“Yeah, just come. I don’t want to go if you don’t.”
“I have to clear it with my manager but I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”
“Perfect. James‘ll be happy that there is an extra bedroom open.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Y/N laughed. “You’re so random.”
“Because you and I will share,” he spoke.
“Ew, share a bed with you?” She snickered–but Marilyn and Dylan were left with wide eyes, shaking their heads and Dylan even doing the cut it signal with his hand across his neck. (Y/N hasn’t told them that her and Harry have already fucked twice since they started talking again.)
Y/N ignored them.
“Yeah, you’ve won the privilege again,” he said, snickering when she rolled her eyes (they were on FaceTime, but she made sure her friends weren’t in the frame.)
She wanted to say something clever but his board shoulders and his beautiful face and eyes and soft hair that she loves to run her fingers through made her speechless. “Whatever,” she said.
“Exactly,” hw laughed. “Anyway, look, I’m about to have dinner with mum but I’ll call you when I get home. Okay?”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” he said before they both hung up.
“You’ve won the privilege?” Dylan asked. “If my boyfriend ever told me that I would slap him!”
“Harry’s hot though. Your boyfriend is…” Y/N joked.
“Fuck you, bitch!” Dylan laughed loudly.
—-
Y/N did a sexy kissy face as she made a snapchat video (she was wearing a pink sombrero and Harry was walking beside her in a green one.) He was talking to James though.
“Harry,” she said quietly, smiling at the camera as he glanced and waved.
“James, birthday girl, smile,” Y/N teased.
James pretended to act timid, smiling and blushing as he batted his lashes at her. “Thank you, Y/N.”
Soon they arrived to the house they would all be staying in.
“You all can have any room you want, except the one upstairs, that’s mine,” James announced.
“I don’t care which room I’m in,” Harry of course had to be his polite self and let everyone pick before him.
“Uhm–well, I do. We call the room by the pool!” She spoke for her and her roommate.
Harry laughed as she grabbed his hand and walked with him in search for the room that they’d saw walking here (the curtains of the back door were blowing in the wind, and was visible from he pool area.)
“Can’t wait to hit that jacuzzi,” Harry hummed once they were in their room, his arms wrapping around her waist.
“Harry, were not going to be showing a lot of PDA—“
“Why not?” He pouted.
“Because babe! We’re here as guests. It isn’t our party or our rental home. We need to be considerate and not make other peoe uncomfortable.”
He whined, bouncing I’m his feet like a little baby.
Y/N laughed. “But while we’re in the bedroom is a different story,” she said, biting her lip and gently pulling him along with her to the bed.
She stopped just at the edge of the bed. “Throw me on the bed like you used to,” she lifted her arms.
Harry smirked as he lifted her up and tossed her (gently) onto the bed, and the giggles that left her lips made his heart smile. “ ‘m gonna fuck you so hard, baby,” he hummed with a smile as he began to undo his belt buckle.
“Please do,” she bit her lip innocently and began to take off her own shirt and pants, then her bra, leaving her underwear on only because she secretly loved the way it felt when Harry rubbed her through them.
“Missed my beautiful girl,” he hummed, kissing her cheek as he got on top of her the way he knows she loves (feeling his weight slightly and feeling protected and surrounded by him made her feel loved and all around safe.)
“I missed you too,” she smiled, pushing his curls from his face and Harry was suddenly sad. He wanted to cry for how much he hurt her. And how much he loved her. They’d talked about everything that went down but Harry still is a hit sensitive with how long he’s went without her and having her back doesn’t seem real—it’s euphoric and he never wants to let her slip through his fingers again. No matter how crazy she is.
“No, really,” his eyes watered. “I shouldn’t of hurt you Ike that, baby,” his voice broke. “I did it on purpose and I’ve missed you so much—I never want to go that long without you again, okay?” His voice was broken and it made Y/N’s eyes water.
She nodded, “it’s okay, I forgive you, baby, remember?” She wipes his tears as she pouted. “I forgive you,” she cooed like he was a baby (technically he was. He was her baby.)
He nodded and sniffled, kissing her lips softly. “I don’t wanna fuck you anymore. I just wanna,” he sighed. “I just wanna make love to you,” he said softly.
She smiled. “I—“
“Get your asses out here, Styles’!” James voice rung.
“Did he just call us Styles’? That’s not my last name-“ Y/N began.
“We’re going our for lunch!” James called.
Y/N took a deep breath, preparing to scream something back, but Harry cupped her mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed.
“Sh, pretend like you’re sleeping,” he pushed her body so that she could move to the other side of the bed and get under the blankets.
Harry walked over to the door and opened it slowly. “Jeez, mate. She’s sleepin’. Jet lagged. Dinner on us later if you give us nap time?” Harry joked.
“It better be steak,” James said.
“All the steak you can eat,” Harry promised with a laugh.
When the door shut Harry walked over to Y/N with a smirk (because she was still pretending to be asleep.) He squatted down beside her. He pouted and cooed, “ ‘s my little baby asleep?” He pushed some hair behind her ear. “ ‘s she sleeping? Hmm?” He coed, rubbing her cheek gently.
“Aww, my little girl is asleep,” he cooed as if she were a baby. “My cute little baby,” he kissed her cheek dramatically. “Love her so much, looks so cute when she’s having a nap,” he pressed more kisses to her cheek between his sentences.
Unfortunately, Y/N couldn’t help her giggle as her eyes opened.
“She’s awake! Finally!”
“Harry,” she laughed, and he was grinning at her pretty laugh and sparkly eyes.
“Move ova’, silly girl,” he laughed. “Wait—never mind, you’re on the correct side,” he spoke (he always sleeps closest to the door.) So he climbed over her, gasping when she slapped his butt that was still in his black jeans.
“You’ve got to pay if you want my goodies!”
This made her laugh as he chuckled, cuddling close to her and pulling her body to his. She smiled when she felt his warm breath on her face.
“I love you so much,” she smiled.
“Not as much as I love you,” he kissed her lips. “Ask mum.”
She grinned at the thought of Harry telling his mom how much he loves her. (She met his mom a long time ago and they hit it off immediately.)
“Ya know, Dylan and Marilyn don’t want us dating.”
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. “I don’t care what they think—“
“They’re my friends,” she raised her eyebrows. (They’ve argued plenty in the past because she felt Harry didn’t respect them and Harry felt like she told then too much of their personal business and valued what they thought too much.)
“Fine,” he sighed. “Why don’t they like me?” As if he cares.
“They hate you and they think you’re really bad for me and hurt me all the time and that you and our relationship is toxic.”
“I mean we’ve already agreed that we’re a mess,” Harry laughed, pulling her closer. “But I don’t like that they think that. I don’t like hurting you, ‘s not something I do for fun. Try not to. Think it hurts both of us when we break up, not just you,” he spoke softly.
She nodded. “I know. I love you still. I told them that. I’m going to force them to give you another chance-“
“Don’t want a chance from them. Want a chance from you and I’ve got that so—“
“Harry, you know I want you guys to get along. Or at least just be cordial.”
Harry sighed. “Fine, baby. I can be cordial. For you.”
“Thank you,” Y/N smiled.
He kissed her lips again. “I really did miss you. A lot. I didn’t want to break up again.”
“Can’t tell. You looked pretty fucking happy on that yacht,” she was angry now.
“Calm down. I did all of that out of spite. I knew you would see it. You know how happy I was when you called me saying fuck you, Harry you’re a piece of shit,” he mocked her high pitched voice.
“Shut up,” she laughed, blushing.
“You think that bitch loves you more than I do?” He mocked, making her cheeks turn pink. Harry was on the verge of hysterics.
“Babeee,” she whined.
“Well she doesn’t. I hope the both of you drown because that’s what you deserve,” he mocked the best he could before he was laughing with watery eyes. “That was the best day of my life,” he was trying hard to stop laughing because now his stomach was hurting.
“You’re a horrible person.”
“I know,” he sighed. “You know the only reason I asked mum n Rob to come was because I wanted you to be jealous? I knew having just her wouldn’t be enough.”
“But you actually dated her, Harry. Right after we broke up.”
“At first it was to get back at you but then I mean, being with someone else gave me something to think about rather than just being sad over you all the time. But that’s why things didn’t work out between her and I, in the end I think. I was never really over you…don’t think I ever will be.”
“Awww, nice save, baby,” she kissed his lips, making him laugh.
“ ‘m serious!”
“Mhm,” she hummed, smiling as she admired his pretty eyes. “I missed your eyes…and your big fat nose,” she flicked his nose softly. (She always called his nose big. Constantly.)
“Fuck you, leave my nose alone.”
She snickered, laughing before he kissed her again. Then again. And again. And again. “Thought we were supposed to be doin some love making?”
“Mmm, I forgot about that,” Y/N hummed.
“Well lets get to it, baby.”
“Mmm, okay,” she kissed him. “But don’t leave me any hickeys. No one can know we did this when we were supposed to be sleeping—“
“Fuck that. You’re my girl and if I want to give you a hickey I’ll give you a hickey—don’t care what anyone else thinks,” he spoke, his lips now at her neck, kissing gently.
His tongue lapped at her skin, making her moan before he sucked, nipping gently then sucking again, making a long sigh leave her mouth, her eyes shut in pleasure. He did it again, slowly, taking his time, about three more times.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, kissing her neck one last time before moving down her bare chest. And his mouth was immediately around her soft nipple (Harry has an obsession with her breasts. Ever since the first year they were dating, a couple months in—they’re his babies.) “Mmmm, love ‘m girls,” he smirked as he sucked, nibbling a little because he knew when he did that she got really wet. “So soft, baby,” he hummed as he began to gently squeeze the breast his mouth was just on and move on to sucking her second nipple into his mouth.
She whimpered when he removed his mouth, and he smiled. “Aw, don’t worry baby—I’ll be back.”
He moved down her stomach, kissing and licking until he reached her underwear.
His eyebrows rose a little as he chuckled. “Babygirl, you’ve gone right through your knickers.”
Her eyes widened as she closed her legs—but he pulled them apart gently. “Let me see,” he hummed. He gasped gently as he looked up at her. “ ‘s this all for me?”
She nodded timidly.
“Just for me?” He asked.
She nodded again.
He smiled. “Mind if I taste?”
She shook her head and he found it absolutely adorable that his very loud hothead was left speechless and timid because of the little wet spot on her panties.
He licked against the wet spot, his tongue pushing slightly between her folds, still on top of her underwear. He hummed and breathed in. He kissed his way back up her belly and to her lips. “Think you’re ready for me or not yet?”
She nodded, “I’m ready.”
“Okay,” he kissed her cheek, sitting up on his knees to remove his shirt. Then he got off of the bed to finish removing his belt and jeans, and his underwear cane off next, his length slapping up to his belly button. She moaned at the sight.
Harry smirked as he climbed back over her, and pulled her panties down, tossing them onto the floor. He let his cock sit against her clit, and his eyes shut immediately at the familiar soft, warm, wet feeling. He pushed himself down with his hand, so that his tip was gently dragged along her folds—down then back up, down then up slowly, he rubbed his tip against her clit—making her gasp and whimper as she tried to close her legs. “Uh, uh, baby,” he hummed, holding her thighs apart gently. Finally he pushed himself inside, slowly until his pelvis met her, and he heard her moan.
He was breathing deeply already.
“I love you, Y/N,” he said, laying down above her (holding majority of his weight on his elbows) before he began to move, gently thrusting inside of her.
“I love you too, Harry,” she said, and all Harry wanted to do in that moment was protect her and make sure she feels good.
“Feels good, baby?” He hummed, hissing slightly when she clenched around him.
“Mhm,” she moaned.
“How do you want it, bubba? Hard or soft?”
She whimpered, wrapping her legs around his hips. “Hard.”
So he kept his thrusts slow since he was supposed to be making love to her, but made sure they were hard, his hips against hers.
“Oh, Harry,” Y/N moaned.
“I missed you so much,” Harry breathed as he thrusted inside of her. “Never letting you go again, hear me?” His eyes were rolling to the back of his head at how good she felt around him. “Still so tight,” he groaned.
“I missed you too,” she breathed, clenching again as her heels dug into his lower back.
“Can never love anyone the way I love you,” Harry breathed, speaking truthfully as he kissed on her jaw.
——
Harry and Y/N fell asleep after they had sex, and didn’t wake up until the next morning.
Y/N gasped. “Babe, we missed his first day here! We’re horrible friends!”
“We had business to handle….but you’re right. We’re dicks. Let’s get ready and take him out somewhere—“ then Harry gasped.
“What? I’m on birth control so it’s okay that you cake in me—“
“No, I said that we would pay for dinner! And he wanted steaks and we slept through the whole day,” Harry facepalmed.
“Oh fuck,” she now facepalmed too.
“You know what, it’s okay,” Y/N spoke. “We’ll pay for breakfast, we’ll take him somewhere cute during the day, and we pay for dinner. Steaks. We’ll find a super cool restaurant—it’s okay. We got this.”
“Okay, yeah. You’re right. We can redeem ourselves.”
“Yup. Let’s go—“
“Are we a hundred percent sure we don’t want a quickie before we leave this room?”
“Harry!”
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Harry and Y/N took James and his entire party out for breakfast (and paid the tab that was well over two hundred dollars.)
“We’re sorry we slept all day yesterday. I haven’t been on a plane in a few months so it took a lot from me. I love you, James. We’re gonna have fun. Okay?” Y/N smiled.
“Of course, Love! Don’t worry about it! I don’t care, you guys were tired! I get it,” he laughed.
Y/N and Harry made sure to spend time with James. They went to the beach with him and they had drink with him when they went out to lunch and nobody else wanted to drink.
They hadn’t left his side the entire day.
“Say best friends!” Y/N grinned and so did Harry as she snapped a selfie of the trio.
“You guys are that annoying couple, nit because you’re always all over each other but because you both are really annoying, so when you’re paired together everything is times two,” James laughed. “But really, I love you guys. This is amazing. Thank you.”
“Of course, mate,” Harry hugged James, tucking his face into his neck.
“You know we love you,” Y/N smiled, hugging him as well and pressing a peck on his cheek. Just on cue Y/N’s phone began to ring.
“Okay, I’ll be right back, don’t you guys go and start the s’mores without me,” (they were all in their backyard, sat around the small outdoor fireplace.)
The name across her screen was Marilyn, but when she answered it was both her and Dylan.
“Are you bitches hanging out without me?” Y/N asked. “You thought we wouldn’t get together just because you chose your asshole boyfriend over us?”
“Hey, he isn’t an asshole,” Y/N pouted.
“How is he anyway? Have you guys argued yet?” “No, he’s not being so bad. We’ve been getting along. It’s weird.” Usually they argue every minute abut something as small as how loud one of their voices were.
“Well, babygirl, you know we just want the best for you and we were talking and I was saying–I just don’t want to see you get hurt again, ya know? You’ve been through so much because of him and you know I’m always goin g to be here for you…and I don’t mean to ruin your vacation–I’m calling to tell you to enjoy it because I feel like we weren’t being too supportive when you told us you guys had gotten back together,” Dylan spoke. “And I felt bad.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t,” Marilyn spoke. “He is that one toxic guy that all the best friends hate because he’s such a douche and I want to strangle you every time you get back with him because I know how its going to end–”
“This is supposed to be positive, Lynn, damn!” Dylan shoved her with a laugh. “I’m just being honest! I called I last time too! You know I love you Y/N but Harry literally–ugh, I cant,” she shook her head.
‘Well we just fucked last night–well it was yesterday afternoon then we slept the rest of the day…and technically we made love, we didn’t fuck.”
“Was the fist time since you guys got back together? How was it” Marilyn asked.
“Amazing, duh. Our relationships, emotionally, aren’t usually the best but our sex–now that always perfect,” Y/N spoke.
“I mean he’s hot! I’ll give him that–he’s just not a good boyfriend,” Dylan spoke.
“Yes he issssss, leave my baby alone,” Y/N pouted. “Anyway, I have to go. Thanks for calling me and giving me my daily dose of bitchiness, I love you guys, call you tomorrow!” “I love you, biiiitch!” Dylan called.
“I ain’t never gon stop loving you–” Marilyn screamed.
“Biiiitch!” All three of them called together, laughing loudly after ward before Y/N said her real goodbyes and went back outside to join her boyfrined.
“Heyy, I said to wait for ,me!” She called jokingly, sitting herself on Harry’s lap (he wore with and black basketball shorts and a black t shirt.)
“How long did you expect us to wait?” Harry mumbled while everyone was laughing at Y/N’s joke.
“Sorry, love! I was eyeing the marshmallows!” James’ cousins called.
Y/N ignored Harry’s slightly bitchy comment–
“Here,” Harry offered a freshly made s'more, marshmellows bursting from the sides.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, taking it as he began to make himself another.
“It gets all sticky,” she laughed, sucking her thumb while chewing on a mouth full of graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow.
“Like you,” Harry smirked, speaking quietly as the two laughed.
“Gimme a sticky kiss,” Harry chuckled, his lips and Y/N’s lips decorated in kmarhsmellow residue and graham crumbs. Y/N puckered er lips and Harry kissed her, everyone cooing at the two.
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When Y/N woke up Harry wasn’t in bed with her. She went back to bed, deciding he was probably just in the shower or decided to go for an early morning run. That was at six o clock in the morning, which is why she dismissed it. But when she woke up again at nine and Harry still wasn’t there, she got curious.
His phone wasn’t there either, and when she got up to check the house she found out that apparently Harry had decided he wanted to go explore Mexico. And he had informed the whole house–expect Y/N.
“Oh, yeah I do remember him telling me something about that earlier,” she tried to laugh top avoid looking stupid. Everyone knew her boyfriends whereabouts except for her. And how does it look that he’d rather explore Mexico all on his own rather than with his girlfriend whom he supposedly loves? “I was just so tired from last night,” Y/N nodded before she went back to the bedroom she shared with Harry. Right now she was wishing they had gotten separate rooms.
She was immediately calling Harry.
“Hello?”
“Where are you at?” She asked, and he could already hear it in her tone that she was annoyed.
“Just…came out to lunch,” he mumbled.
“Okay,” she was growing more and more angry by the second. “With who?”
“Myself.”
“Did you not ask me to come to Cabo to spend time with you?”
“I guess I did…”
“You know what Harry–”
“No,’ he laughed. “I don’t know.”
“I’m glad you fine this funny,” she was trying her best not to scream and let the entire house hear all of their problems. “See, this is your problem, Harry. You–”
“What, what’s my problem? Please tell me. Because of course, I’m the problem.”
“Yeah, you are the problem! You cant take anything seriously! This isn’t a joke, Harry, I’m actually unset.”
“Upset because what!? Because I wanted to come get breakfast?”
“Because you went alone! Do you not wan to spend time with me?”
“Yes, I do but we don’t need to be attached at the hip! Especially not while you’re busy being attached to Brandon!”
“What the hell are you talking about? I haven’t talked to Brandon, in months, you psycho!”
“Really!? ‘s that why he called you last night!?” Harry full on screamed, making her jump but she was ready to yell right back a moment later. Before she could though Harry continued. “I’m not doing this shit again with you, Y/N!”
“What are you talking about!?”
“He called you!–you know what?” He mumbled the last part before he hung up, hand clutching his phone tightly as he had to remind himself not to throw it out of the window.
Y/N felt angry tears welling up in her eyes. Warm tears spilled down her cheek as she angrily got up and went straight to their ensuite bathroom to take a shower and let her tears out there.
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Y/N had gone to lunch with James’ wife Julia.
When she got back, inside of her bedroom, Harry was packing her clothes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” She put both of her hands on her hips.
“Told you ‘m not doin’ this again,” she murmured, tossing her clothes into her suitcase.
“Okay? So, what the fuck are you doing?” She walked up to him, snatching her shirt from his hand.
“You want to talk to him again, go ahead. But I’m not going through the same bullshit with you. It’s a never ending cycle. You just don’t know what respect is.”
“Respect!?” She laughed angrily. “I do respect you! And what, now all of suddenly you have balls to stick up for yourself– to me, yeah, but to your friends and all the people that walk all over you and use you for your fame you don’t have the balls to tell them to leave you alone but me, the girl you love,” she used finger quotes. “You’re kicking me out of our room?”
“Oh, so now you’re using personal shit I’ve told you against me?” Harry asked, enraged now. “At least I’m not secretly banging my best friend.”
Y/N gasped. “I’m not! He called me for the first time months and you so happened to see his name on my phone! It was a coincidental–”
“Yeah, how fucking coincidental,” He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
“Harry, you’re such a big fucking kid. That’s what you are. A kid.“
“And you’re a slut,” he spit before slapping his hand over his mouth, his eyebrows raised above his wide eyes.
I gasped, and it took everything in me not to slap him.
“No, Y/N, that’s not–” “I’m a slut!?” I screamed. “You’re the one who started dating someone like the same day we broke up!”
“It wasn’t the same day,” she mumbled.
“You’re the one the media calls a man whore, not me Harry!” I spit whatever I knew would hurt him. “So fuck you!”
“You always go low!” He screamed. “Me!? What about you! You always go low!”
“Because you do it first!”
“No I don’t! You’re just a sensitive fucking baby who gets offended by anything!”
“I’m a baby!? Says the woman who calls her ex screaming because he’s moved on! Pretty childish to me!”
“At least I let you have friends! You’re the fucking child who doesn’t even want me to have friends! I had to stop being best friends with someone for you!”
“Best friend is what you call a fuck buddy? Hm, I have lots of best friends.”
“I bet you do, because you’re a man whore who cant keep his dick to himself for longer than a week.”
“You say shit on purpose just to hurt me!” He screamed.
“And you don’t do the same to me!? You started it!”
“Toy started it!” He screamed back.
“You know what! I’m not going to dot this with you. You said everyone could pick their room before you right? Since I chose this room, you leave to whatever room is free. Take all of your shit with you.”
“Gladly!”
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Y/N woke up with guilt.
She knew calling Harry a manwhore was the lowest of the lows and she felt really bad.
Therefore, she slipped on her nike slides and went straight to Harry’s room (it was really small.)
He was still asleep.
“Wake up,” she nudged his shoulder.
He didn’t budge.
“Wake up,” she nudged him again gently, but he still didn’t wake up. Usually when this happened she would wake him up with kisses or a blowie–but neither would be appropriate right now.
“Baby,” she hummed, pushing her fingers through his hair. A few seconds of this and his green eyes were lowly opening.
“Don’t give me rubbies,” he pouted. Rubbies is the name they made up for scalp massages. They were Harry’s favorite.
“No rubies? Why not?”
“You’re not allowed.”
“ ‘m not allowed? But what if I’m sorry,” she sat beside his head on the mattress and he rolled his eyes before laying his head in her lap.
“Maybe, then. But it depends on what you’re sorry for.”
“For calling you….a you know what….”
“A kid?” He looked up at her. He knows what I mean.
“Don’t make me say it again, I already feel bad,” she whined.
Harry sighed. “Fine. I forgive you. And I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean what I said. I was just trying to hurt you.”
Y/N nodded.
“Gimme kiss,” Harry got up on his elbows on her lap and puckered his lips.
She laughed and kisses his lips before whining., “your elbows are hurting me, baby.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled, moving over and laying on his back now. “Come cuddle me,” he raised his arm for her to slot herself into her side (which he knew she loved to do.) She smiled and listened, cuddling up to him, her head on his shoulder and her legs wrapped around his one. He loved when she did that.
“You made me cry,” she pouted.
“You made me cry. Didn’t sleep ‘till two….but I’m sorry, lovie. Know I don’t like it when yeh cry,” he mumbled.
“I’m sorry too.”
“Can I have a kiss?”
She smiled, raising her head and nodding.
Harry laughed, “you look adorable.”
She kissed his warm lips. “Can I sleep here with you?”
“Y’don’ have a choice,” he pulled her closer.
“And will you come back to the bedroom?”
“I’d love to,” he kissed her forehead.
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James’ cousin (about fifteen years older than Y/N and Harry) was taking a picture of Y/N I her bikini, as she’d asked him to for her Instagram.
She wore a red one, and it was Harry’s favorite. He watched in jealousy through the kitchen glass doors, sat having a glass of orange juice.
Then Y/N turned around to give a shot of her ass, and that’s when Harry had had enough.
He almost fell off of his stool as he stumbled over to Y/N and James’ cousin.
“I’ve got it from here, mate. Thanks,” he took Y/N’s phone without another word.
“Haz, I was almost done-” Y/N complained.
“I’ve got it. And only do front ones. Y’don’t need a picture of your ass–”
“I’m taking the one from the back as well and if you don’t like it you can go back inside.”
“Why can’t you just repeat me as your boyfriend?”
“Why can’t you just go one second without arguing?” She retaliated, really not in the mood for a back and fort;. “Please just take the picture so I can tan.”
“I already said I don’t want you taking pictures from–”
She groaned loudly, rolled her eyes, and snatched her phone from Harry’s hold. She quite literally stomped away and to her poolchair, sitting on her knees for a moment to plug in her headphones (giving Harry and eyeful of her behind sat perfectly on her heels) before she rolled her eyes and layed on her stomach. Her music was tuned full blast as she tried to forget about Harry.
Meanwhile, Harry was rolling his eyes at how dramatic and sexy she was. He was torn. He wanted her, but at the same time he was annoyed with her.
Angry sex crossed his mind for a second but quickly left, because he knows Y/N isn’t into that. She has to be in love and on good terms with the person she having sex with or she won’t be into it at all.
He sighed as he walked over to her. He squared down beside her, his arm on her back. He slowly pulled one of her headphones out, and her eyes opened angrily.
“Bubby, ‘m sorry,” he pouted.
She rolled her eyes, about to stick her headphone in before he stopped her.
“Stop that, lets go inside,” he said softly.
She was about to object and tell him how much of an overprotective and obsessive asshole he was being–before she realized why he was telling her to go inside with him. And she was a hundred percent sure that she could push away her feelings of anger for a bit while they had sex.
“Fine.”
Harry smirked at her hard-to-get- act.
Once they were inside of their bedroom she was pulling her bottom piece down.
Harry’s eyes widened. “Already?”
“Yes, I’m really wet,” she spoke (his obsessive psychoticness had turned her own, secretly. And then when she realized he wanted to have sex, she was turned on even more and as much as she hated to admit it, she was wet.)
“Aw, my baby’s wet?” Harry smiled.
“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, walking towards him as she untied her bikini top behind her back. her breasts bounced free and Harry gulped (his mouth was suddenly really dry for some reason.)
“Are you gonna fuck me?” She asked, looking up at him through her doe eyes.
He nodded, picking her up immediately and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth (they really are his favorite thing in the world.) “So pretty, baby,” he moaned against her hardening nipple. “Such pretty tits–’n they’re all mine, right? All for Harry?”
She was ab out to moan and say yes and say anything else it took for Harry to give her what she wanted–after all, they only have time for a quickie before their fellow party goers start to catch on to what they were doing. “Actually, they belong to Brandon but you can kiss them if you like–”
Harry was livid.
Therefore, she was slammed against the wall, his thigh between her two legs as his mouth bit harshly on her nipple. She whimpered loudly in pain, eyebrows furrowed before Harry smirked, looking up at her as the tip of his tone poked out to rub over her nipple–up and down lowly and gently before it got faster. He smirked as he did–and she was losing it.
“Was goin’ t’be nice to you =, baby,” he tutted. “Had to go and ruin it, didn’t you?”
He bit the curve of her breast. “Think we both know who these belong to,” he murmured, kissing her nipple before moving to the other and pressing a large, wet kiss. She gasped at the soft, almost too soft touch of his–and he smirked.
He sucked her nipple back into his mouth and sucked before holding it gently between his lips and licking at it messily–in every which way, whatever seemed fit. He moaned before he pulled away, kissing her lips for only a few seconds before he was back at her chest, sucking on the curve of her breast and nibbling just a bit– leaving a purple mark.
This would make it difficult for her to wear all of the reveling bikinis she packed, but she couldn’t stop him,. He made another purple mark at the top of her breast one on the bottom, one just above her nipple, and one between both of her breasts.
Then he move on to her second breast, sucking her nipple harshly before leaving not one–but three small purple marks on the side other boob and at this point he was sucking n her chest for so long and so harshly–her pussy was throbbing for him.
“Shut up,” he spoke when she whimpered. “You asked for this,” he breathed before ducking his head back down to his girls, nipping and sucking however he wanted, leaving a few red lovebites around her nipple. Then he pulled sway and spit right onto her nipple.
She gasped, but he smirked. He pressed the flat of his tongue against t=his spit and rubbed it all around her nipple before sucking on it gently.
“Mind if I do that again?” He asked, hovering over her other breast.
She shook her head, and he smiled before sucking a little above her nipple so that it slid down slowly.
Her thighs pressed together, “please.”
“Whos are these again?” The tip of Harry’s index finger was rubbing his own spit around her nipple, tracing the circle of it.
“Yours, Harry. Come on–please,” she was begging and breathing harshly.
He smiled. “Had to put you in your place,” he hummed, kissing her lips before pulling his swim trunks down just enough to pull himself out and give her what she wanted.
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They survived the rest of the vacation with little to no arguing (besides thing like whether to use AC in the car with the windows down.)
And when it was over, Harry invited her back to the U.K. to stay with him for a bit(she lives L.A., next door to Miley Cyrus.)
And of course she did, she loves him.
They spent the first night cuddling in his dimly lit room (only candles for lighting) and watching comedies, romantic comedies, and one drama movie on Netflix, on his large flat screen tv.
Harry was laughing and kissing her every three seconds, and they both went to bed in euphoria o, high on the bliss of their “perfect,” relationship.
The next morning they went out or breakfast (giving the paps a paycheck.)
“And then they went back to Harry’s house and worked out together for an hour. Of course they couldn’t get through that without Harry watching her boobs bounce as she ran or looking down her shirt when they did push ups and planks right across from one another. So naturally they had sex on Harry’s gym floor, then again in the shower.
And Harry was checking his email while Y/N sat on his bed, combing through her wet hair, Harry wo0uld be lying id he said she was extremely happy have her back in his house, in his bed. He missed her. She is the love of his life, no questions asked. No matter what he ever says or does He will always be hers and he knows that even if she doesn’t.
“Oh–mum invited us over for dinner.”
“Aw, fun. When did you tell her we were back other?”
“ I didn’t. She saw on the internet.”
“…….so I’m not something that important enough for you to talk to your mom about?”
Harry sighed as he thought about what he wanted to say, and what would cause less collateral damage.
“I just wanted to make sure we were good and you were serious about getting back together before I told her.”
“You’re such a liar. Harry–”
“Come on, baby, you cant seriously be mad at me for that? I’m sorry, okay? You know how much you mean to me, stop all that nonsense. Damn,” he rolled his eyes.
“Whatever,” she spoke, although she was touched by his words and wanted to kiss him.
“Do you want to go or not?”
“Yes, of course I want to see your mom.”
“Good. Then shut up,” he laughed, climbing over her and pressing his lips to hers.
She smirked, pushing her tongue gently into his mouth. “Fuck me?” She breathed.
His eyes were already rolling to the back of his head. “ Don’t even have to ask,” he breathed, his mouth going down to of course, her breasts.
____
“Got my girls all covered up,” Harry pouted. “The fucks up with that?”
Y/N laughed loudly. “The fucks up with that is I’m not gonna show up to your moms house with my tits spilling from my shirt.”
“I like it when they pull out,” he hummed. “Right into my mouth–”
“Lets stop talking about my boobs spilling because they’re not a liquid–”
“Fine, fine, whatever–but I get my sucks before ewe leave.”
“What?” She asked, genuinely confused.
He lifted her shirt up swiftly so that it rested on top of her breasts before he nuzzled his face between the two of them in the push up bra (she wasn’t going to show her boobs but she wasn’t going to have saggy looking ones either,.) H hummed as he shook his face in them, then obnoxiously opened his mouth to suck non her breast, his index and middle finger wedging their way between her bra and breast to hold her bra away. He sucked before pulling away and only taking in her nipple, flicking it with hid tongue a couple times. Then he did the same to the other r side–then he rubbed his cheek against one of her breast, nuzzling his face against her right breast. Then he kissed both of her nipples and sighed. “Daddy’s gonna miss you girls,” he mumbled.
“Harry,” Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes. “Let’s go, you creep,” Y/N fixed her bra cups and pulled her shirt down.
They walked to the car hand in hand, with a groan from Y/N.
“Now my boobs are all wet–thanks a lot. You’re inconsiderate.”
“You sure as hell didn’t stop me.”
“Well how could I while You were pulling my shirt up and pressing your big head between them–”
“Now I have a big head? Why do you have to make fun of my physical appearance ? I never do that to you.”
“Oh really? So you think about it? What physical feature of mine do you think about making fun of?”
“That’s not what I said,” Harry shook his head.
And the two bickered the whole way there.
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Harrys s\arm was around her as they waited for Anne to open the door (he forgot his keys, and somehow made it Y/N’s fault for not reminding him like she always used to, and they’d argued about that too before Y/N knocked on then door to cut Harry off.)
“Harry! Y/N! Hi! Come in, come in!”
Y/N smiled as she stepped in, Harry allowing her to step in front of him so he can get a shot of her ass as she walked into the house.
Y/N was already hugging Anne. “How are you love? I’ve missed you! So glad to see you back with my baby!”
“Do we ever stay apart for long?” Y/N laughed. “And I’m good. How are you? How are the cats?”
“They’re good! I’m good–”
“Yore good. I’m food. Y/N is good. The cats are good–were all good! Great,” Harry cut a\Anne off with a hug and a kiss to her cheek. Anne laughed as she hugged him. “Hi, baby. How was Mexico?” (They’d seen one another before Harry left to Mexico. Usually they’re apart for much longer and Anne never lets go of him.)
“It was good. Had my little pit bull with me–” Harry smirked as heh nodded towards Y/N.
“Don’t call me a pit bull, Harry,” Y/N stated.
“Yeah, Harry–’s not very polite,” Anne scolded. “Especially towards the girl you love. Be nice,” she furrowed her eyebrows before leading them to the kitchen where her dinner (Salisbury steak, onions, mashed potatoes and gravy, and creamed corn.)
“Ah, I miss my homemade British dinners,” Y/N took a big whiff, making Anne smile.
“You? Miss dinner?” Harry asked with a snicker, bumping his hip to hers.
She couldn’t keep herself from laughing although she tried. “Ha-ha-ha,” she spoke with squinted eyes although she was actually laughing.
“You to have a weird dynamic,” Anne chuckled.
“Most boyfriends don’t talk like that to their girlfriends, right Anne?” Y/N spoke, eyeing Harry.
“And most girlfriends don’t laugh right lone. Right, mum? “ He mimicked Y/N’s curious tone.
Y/N stuck her tongue out at Harry and he did it back, rolling his eyes before Anne asked the two of them to start setting the table.
They raced to see who would finish setting the most plates and utensils up–then Harry whined that she cheated when she so clearly won fair and square.
“You’re literally a cheater, I was about to put the plate down and you bumped me with your fat ass,” he slapped her butt, or in other words, her ‘fat ass.‘
“Cut it out,” Y/N complained before leaving Harry (finally) and instead joining Anne in her kitchen and helping her carry dinner out.
”Ah yes, serve me peasants,” Harry sat at the head of the table, Anne’s spot, with his hands behind his head.
Anne and Y/N both raised their eyebrow at him–and his eye widened. “You both just looked like the same person for a second–please don’t ever do that again. Wow, I think I might vomit right here–”
“Why’s that? Were both beautiful,“ Anne spoke, taking her seat. “I sleep with one of yeh, and the other is me mum.. That’s why,” Harry spoke as he pulled Y/N’s chair out for her then sat across from her.
And it was when Y/;N and Anne were deep I conversation that Harry got a crazy idea. Well, the idea resurfaced.
Y/N laughed at something Anne said (Harry wasn’t listening, just watching,) then she mumbled something, adding to the joke, and Anne bursts into laughter at Y/N’s words. And they’d had a nice conversation about work and life and–anything girl like to talk about before then and they got non so well and peacefully–then seeing the way they laughed with one another–the way they held hands when they laughed too hard like old friends.
Y/N doesn’t even get along with Harry like that!
But he appreciated and valued the fact that she got on so well with his mum. It’d always been like that though, no girl has ever gotten along with his mum as well as Y/N does. And Anne always admitted to Harry about being fake and sometimes not eve actually liking the girls he dated although she pretended to while meeting them to avoid conflict. But Y/N–even when she wasn’t around Anne spoke of her as if she was family.
“Y/N, baby….marry me,” Harry spoke softly.
Her eyebrows rose. “What?”
“Marry me,” he spoke, more confident this time and even smiling a little.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Ha-ha-ha, Harry. You’re so funny-” she began in her unimpressed, monotone voice.
“No. ‘m serious, bunny,” he suddenly got up and walked over to her, getting on a knee.
Y/N had wide eyes and Anne had raised eyebrows. Was he being serious? He sounded like it, and his actions proved it–but knowing Harrys character, he was pulling a prank.
“Harry, I swear, if you’re pranking me right now-”
“ ‘m not,” he smiled gently, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a dark blue box.
Y/N’s eyes grew.
Harry laughed breathily, “baby, make your eyes norm al again–they look ‘bout ready to burst.”
:Harry,” she spoke, eyebrows raised sternly. “Harry,” she said again. “Harry, I’m serious,” his voice cracked now as her eyes watered. “Harry, don’t lie to me,”: she was crying out of pure happiness and when Harry opened the box and there was a diamond ring inside, she began to full on sob.
“Harryyyy,” she cried, pouting and then covering her mouth. :“Are you serious?”
“Serious as a heart attack,” he laughed.
“Harry, please don’t mess with me, this is crossing the line of pranks,” she whimpered.
“Yeah, Harry,” Anne agreed.
Harry laughed, “I’m serious! I bought the ring..bought it a while ago actually,” he blushed.
“When?” Y/N asked softly.
“Remember when….on our what, third, fourth time ‘round I went to your concert? After your album release?”
She nodded.
“And remember how we were talking for like a week before that concert? Like since the day you released your album, then that whole week up until the concert that next Saturday?”
Y/N nodded.
He sighed. “Bought the ring the day after I called you about the album And the plan was to propose at the concert but…I chickened out last minute. I got scared you would think it was too soon, or that you just wouldn’t want to…”
“And you’ve held onto it this long?” She asked, eyes watery.
He smiled at that. She’s cute. .Little did she knows, he’s had the ring for ages. Even when he was with other girls, he always went home and stared at this ring and dreamt about the moment he could get the privilege of putting it on Y/N’s finger. Why would he not hold onto it? He always knew he would have her again some day. They’re soulmates. “ ‘Course I did. Never was…” he shook his head as he searched his brain for the right words. “I always knew we would end up together. Always knew it would be you in the end. No matter what hurtful shit I say to you and no matter how many names you call me…”
She cut him off. “What a bout Kendall?” Even when I was with other women…lie, I knew it wasn’t permanent. It was sort of like, ‘
He laughed, “she’s not u, is she? Even when I was in other reltuoships…it was always kind of like, ‘alright, when is this one gonna end?’, ‘When should I reach out to Y/N?”, “How long will it be this time until Y/N and I get back together?”–You were always on my mind…” If his mother wasn’t right beside him he’d tell Y/N how he’s moaned her name, more than a few times. “Hope you didn’t think you would get away with not marrying me someday,” he laughed. “And look, babe–if you don’t want to right now, that’s fine. I get it. But know I’ll wait for you. Okay?” His eyes grew a bit watery ass he smiled up at her gently. ”Like a hundred,” Harry laughed.
“Yeah,” she nodded with teary eyes and a smile. “And I don’t want to make you lose aw hundred and one times. After a hundred it gets embarrassing, okay?” Her voice was weak as she laughed.
“Babygirl,” Harry shook his head and laughed. “No matter how much we argue, I know I can never live without my crazy little pit bull by my side and arguing with me when I breathe too cloud while she’s watching a movie. You’re the love of my life. And I love the way you get along with me mum and my sister–my entire family loves you. My friends love you. And….I know yours don’t like me but promise I’ll work on it….I cant lived without you. Please, marry me?”
She grinned.
“Serious?” She asked one last time.
He nodded with a small laugh.
Her smile grew (if that was even possible.) Then she nodded, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly to her chest, not even stopping to grab the ring. “I love you so so much, Harry. Thank you. You’re my forever, I love you with all my heart, baby,” she mumbled, squeezing him so tightly that he began to cough.
“I love you too,” he breathed once he finally pulled her body away from his. He laughed, their eye contact never breaking as he kissed her, smiling as he did so.
She squealed when they pulled away and went straight back in for the hug, making Harry laugh as he shook his head, preparing him for not being able to breathe properly.
“Mmm, love feeling my girls against me,” he whispered in her ear, nd she laughed, pulling away and smacking his arm.
Marilyn and Dylan aren’t going to be happy to hear bot this, but she loves Harry and their crazy relationship, so her bestfriends will just have to get used to it.
I reblogged this once and found $999 on the floor.
Reblog the Money Susie and you’ll have money coming your way too 💵💵
Holy shit I just won the lottery this really works
How do you find $999 on the floor?
I Reblogged The Money Susie Thats How .
DO NOT!!! SCROLL PAST!!! THIS!! REALLY!! WORKS!! i didnt really believe in things like these but when i saw it on my dash i thought, well, why not, ive really been needing money for the new game i want to buy anyway. and i hit reblog. the next day my mom gave me $100 in CASH and when i asked her why she said that she just felt like increasing my allowance!!i dont know if shes going to keep on giving me $100 allowance so im reblogging again just to make sure
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Does it work?!!! Or is it a fraud?!
Those Who Question The Money Susie Will Suffer 500 Million Years Of Debt
The real question is why the heck she stuffed money up her nose do you hAVE ANY IDEA WHERE THAT’S BEEN?
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I always reblog this kind of shit and hope it works.
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Remember when Midnight Memories leaked and ot5 had to spend 7+ hours on a livestream pretending no one had heard it yet
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HI FRIENDS! I know it’s not the update you’re all hoping for BUT in the process of getting back into the story and getting inspiration I came up with a moodboard and playlist so please enjoy!!
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This has been in my queue for months.
I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
Requested - In which Y/N is on a trip to London and just so happens to bump into Harry Styles.
A/N: This is mostly inspired by the fact that a few people who have met Harry have said he isn’t the best at holding a conversation because our shy boy is the cutest. Also, most of what he says is inspired by the Rolling Stones interview he did! Feel free to let me know what you thought of it here!
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IV SEEN THIS LIKE 5 TIMES IN ONE DAY
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I reblog every time… Sorry
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I don’t care if anyone judges me, but no risking it
I saw this on my own blog and reblogged it
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