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And I Forgot To Tell You I Love You (Harry One Shot) *Request

A/N: Here I am being a broken record again; I’m so sorry this took forever and a day to finish. It’s so very sad, it was difficult to dive into it like I wanted to. 

This is technically a request, one that got wildly out of hand, for an angsty blurb about being married to Harry and finding yourself at odds with each other. So, my dear anon who requested that, please consider this your blurb! 

I should say that this one shot surely wouldn’t have been finished without the help of two wonderful people, Carly (smut-reading-mum) and Vanessa (vanessavanessafoundaboy), both of whom listened and offered advice and guidance when I repeatedly went crying to them for help with this. I don’t think I’d be posting this without them, so thank you! 

And of course thank you to all of you who waited patiently for this! I hope you like it xx

((oh and btw, from here on out italics will indicate a flashback))

Mornings with Harry used to be your favorite. Every single one was a gift; the hotel mornings where he ordered breakfast and smiled softly at you when you thanked him, the early mornings, yawning every thirty seconds and blinking sleepily at Harry as he readied himself for some pre dawn obligation. The mornings far far apart, when he was in a distant time zone and managed to squeeze a Skype session in to share coffee over. The mornings where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The hangover mornings after a long drunken night, the sad mornings where you only held each other, the crazy mornings with hardly a moment to spare to sneak in a kiss. The happy birthday mornings, the lazy mornings, the rainy mornings, the lie in mornings. Every one was unique and every one was perfect because you got to spend it with him.

You exchanged vows, and the mornings were even better, waking up with his ring on your finger and hearing him call you “Mrs. Styles”. You got pregnant with your first child, and you got used to feeding schedules and wandering down the hall to find Harry asleep, long legs dangling off your child’s bed, with the young one dozing on his chest.

You don’t know when that ended, when the mornings lost their brilliance, with the hours in between quickly following suit. You don’t remember when the thought of waking up next to Harry didn’t fill you with warmth from head to toe.

Somehow you let it slip through your fingers, and every breath you take feels like one less in the way of a catastrophe.

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P E R F E C T

N I G H T C H A N G E S.

James is ME

Gone

warnings: kinda sad idrk

hope you enjoy it! inspired by the song saturn by sleeping at last x

Harry has always loved the stars. He’s always admired them with such tenderness Y/N found hard to believe.

Now that she’s lying down on this same field, she can’t stop herself from going back to memories she’s had of moments similar to the one she’s living now — except that Harry was still present and she was the happiest she could’ve been.

Harry and Y/N were lying down on the grass in the backyard of her lake house. It was quite far from the city and the air was much more clear, allowing the stars to shine through and be seen.

“You see those stars, love? There,” he said, taking one of her hands for him to point at them, “high up in the sky?”. Harry’s was lying with her head on his chest, hugging her closely to his body.

“Yeah, I see them, H”, she giggles, “what about them?”

“What about them?”, he mocked her tone. “Are you serious, Y/N?!”, he asked, faking a pained expression, putting his free hand over his heart.

“Well, how else was I supposed to say it?”

“Listen- no, look. Look closely”, he said. After that, they stayed silent for a while until he broke the silence.

“Aren’t they just beautiful? I mean, do you understand the courage it takes to be a star?”. Y/N could tell he was getting excited over it.

“H, stars can’t feel. They’re just… stars.”

“I know they’re just stars- but, love.”, he sighed contently. “They literally shine in the middle of a vast, big, space. In darkness. For thousands, even millions, billions of years. It’s always dark for them up there.”

“Yeah, that’s true. They’re very brave, aren’t they?”, she replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Love, I’m serious! They carry light—they are the light. The moon may always be out there but it doesn’t always show itself to us. Stars? They’re always there. Sure, foggy nights might cover them up for us but we still get a slight hint of them every time. At least I do”.

Harry has always held a special place for the universe in his mind and heart. After all, he wouldn’t be the happy man he is today if it wasn’t for any of it. Hell, we wouldn’t even be alive; no one would, for that matter. He’s always cherished the mysteries existence and the universe carried with them.

He understood, more than anyone else — he thinks — that humankind can’t possibly know everything about everything. People don’t know even half of it, but they know just enough to destroy nature and even each other. He thinks that if every mystery and every doubt were to be revealed and cleared, a lot of life’s beauty would’ve been lost.

Y/N enjoyed hearing him talk and ramble about stars, the universe, or anything else, really. She found such beauty in his words and how they’d roll off his lips, specially in how much passion he put into them.

“Yeah! No, you’re right, actually. They’re out there, to guide and to be seen by all of us; to illuminate. It’s a shame most people don’t even bother to look up.”, she finally said. Y/N looked up at him and she swore she’d never seen such a sight. Harry was already looking down at her, but his eyes were really something else. They were a mixture of the natural glow he had to them, added up to the light the stars above provided. Y/N’s never seen anything half as beautiful and the urge to kiss him was beyond her. So that’s what she did. She kissed him oh so passionately, putting every single bit of emotion she had in her. Harry immediately kissed back, enjoying how her kiss was delicate yet with enough pressure so he sensed how much feeling was being put into it.

After Y/N pulled away, she let out a big smile, the biggest she’s ever smiled in her life. She honestly cannot remember the last time she was this happy.

In silence, they slowly went back to stargazing, even though she could feel his eyes yet again on figure.

“You know…”, he started, “there are some people who are just so, so, so special. People who are just so, so, so good and kind for this world.”, he said, nudging at her sides, making her giggle a little. “And you’re one of them, love”. At that, Y/N’s breath hitched at her throat and her face fell to a much more serious expression,acknowledging the turn this conversation was taking. However, she chose to be silent, letting him continue. “And I really do believe, with every fiber of my body, heart, mind and soul, that although this world is infested by evil and darkness, some people are still so deserving of it — I mean the universe. All of it — all of its beauty and mystery. It’s almost as if the whole world and the universe — at least the good part of it — was made just to be seen by your eyes. Eyes of someone so pure and kind. Someone willing to love and make it all a better place. You’re so amazing, that not even the word “amazing” gets it, love. I’ve honestly never met anyone like you”, he chuckled, still keeping his eyes fully focused on her, so Y/N knew just how serious he was. “You’re just so very special to me and I can tell that me, and this whole universe, even those stars right there, are more than lucky to have you.”

By the time Harry finished prophesying the most beautiful words to ever reach her ears, she had let out a couple of tears slip past her eyes. She really couldn’t bring her heart around it. How could someone as beautiful and kind as Harry even exist? She swore on her life that was the best moment she had ever lived in the entirety of her existence. And although they still hadn’t said those three little words, she’s never felt so loved. And it was in that exact moment did she only realize how much she loved him. Wholeheartedly and entirely. Every inch of his body, every flaw of his, every quality and every bit of his big, enormous heart. Y/N had never heard something so graceful, and truth be told, she never even expected to hear something so beautiful and meaningful being directed to her. To say she was speechless and flattered was the biggest understatement she ever experienced.

Harry immediately sat up at the sight of her tears, bringing his thumbs as quickly and as gently as possible to wipe them away. He was smiling so big, she wondered whose smile was bigger right now: his or hers. His smile was soon followed with a kiss on her nose that lingered for minutes on her skin.

“I love you”, she said before she could think her words over, “so, so goddamn much, H.”

Harry’s smile increased in size at her words, if that was even possible at this point. He grabbed her face in that same instant — still carefully, though — and kissed her with such passion she had never felt before, making her cry harder at the intensity he was putting into the kiss.

“I love you too, love. Very much.”, he said, leaning his forehead against hers and keeping a hand on her cheek, rubbing it ever so slightly.

As she vividly relived this moment, she couldn’t keep her cries to herself no longer. An ugly sob racked through her body as she felt as broken as ever. This memory was probably her favorite and as beautiful as it was, it was the most painful too.

Y/N missed having him around. And now that she’s literally lying down on the same spot that all of it happened, she really can’t stop herself from breaking down once again. She missed Harry so much. Too much, in fact.

They were so happy. Heck, the both of them swore no one in this world was as happy as they were. They had always treated each other so well, making sure the other felt as loved and cared for as they deserved.

But suddenly, life got in their way and the phrase she never imagined to say was all over her mind: ‘it was too good to be true, right?’. They started to fight more frequently and as much as she tried to pick up the pieces of what was left of them, she feared it was too late. Harry felt farther away from her than she ever felt it before — it was almost as if he was completely and utterly out of her reach. And to her dismay, he really was.

After weeks of constant fighting, screaming and crying he had had enough. Harry loved her dearly but he couldn’t keep hurting himself as well as her. He was well aware that all of the fighting was taking a toll on both of them and that neither of them were happy anymore. So he left.

Left with a kiss on her forehead — one she can still feel to this day. Harry left, saying that although he still loved her, they couldn’t be together because they didn’t belong to each other. Y/N’s already broken heart managed to break even harder, and she swore she was going to die from the pain in her chest. If there was one thing on this whole universe she was certain of, was that they were meant for each other. Her airways filled with cries and she desperately begged him to stay, telling him just how much he meant to her but there was no going back on his words. He was decided. He had to leave.

So, after 7 months of being left alone by the man she refused to believe broke her heart, she still felt the pain from that day. And it was excruciating. Harry was undoubtedly the love of her life, and she knew it damn well. Just the thought of living the rest of her life without him was enough to kill her in the heart.

And looking up to the stars now, she cries. She cries even harder than before and does the one thing that crosses her mind: begs them for some help. After all, they gave her light — Harry had taught her that. And as much as she felt the intensity and rate all the exhaustion was eating at her heart, she still had some hope. And as little and small as it was, she was still thankful it was there.

So she begged and she prayed to the stars, wishing and hoping that maybe, one day, he’d come back.

thank you for reading! x

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Golden Girl

Requested by: Me bitches

Summary: It’s your first Golden Globes and Harry wants to be the supportive little bean of a boyfriend he is, but doesn’t want to take the attention away from your big night. 

Warnings: PURE ADORABLE FLUFF, swearing, you’ll probably fall even harder in love with harry styles after this fic too

When you first found out about your golden globes nomination you went through a vast arrange of emotions.  

The first was surprise. 

The second was extreme happiness, obviously. It was your first award nomination, well, ever. And it wasn’t just any award - it was the golden fucking globes. 

The third and final emotion you felt was probably the strongest - pure and unbridled terror. 

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Tokyo: Day Two

The final installment of The Live On Tour Series:

It’s Harry’s last show in Tokyo.

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to fly back to England after the show is done.No, it means that he’s going to stay a couple more days in Tokyo with his best friend while everybody else flies home.

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‘A Devious Act’ - H.S. Divorce Series

Words: 1,446

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing, cheating.

This is part one, please request for part 2, plus ideas.

Requests are OPEN

If you were to ask her what would happen in the future, only a short few years ago, she’ll never expect this. She never regretted the actions, she never regretted him, or the relationship they had together. Through thick and thin, they say. But, in her eyes, this relationship has no more hope, yet she wanted it to work.    She thought that he would never do this in her life. He always told her that relationships are based on trust and love. The words that he told her once before, their marriage night, that one strike means out. No mistake is a mistake in cheating. But, why would he say it when she stands here in the doorway of her bedroom, in tears, trying to look away at what she saw. Did he lie?    (Y/N) had no idea what to do. This has never happened to her, yet she feels like it is real to her. How could someone throw away seven years of marriage, ten years together, and a relationship full of love, and honesty. As so she thought.    Her mind went around the last couple of months; thinking they weren’t having problems, they communicated, but she thought of the situation, click of the puzzle pieces came together. He was gone to late at night, he was cold to her, he never had time for the family, and he was distant. She has been so focused with their eighteen-month-old, and their five-year-old daughter, that she did not realise.    She came home late at night; ten to eleven, not too bad in her world. Her eyes were slowly falling shut, but when she closed her door, she heard a faint cry. (Y/N)’s thoughts were simple, thinking that Harry was sleeping, not hearing their youngest was in a moment of distress. She toed her shoes off, dropping her bag down. A pair of cream heels caught her eye. It was odd, if they were hers, why would they be there?    ‘Ivy must’ve taken them out.’ she thought, ignoring them, not bothering to clean them up.    The lights of the house were off, the kitchen was spotless, and the living room had no toys anywhere. Her son’s cries took over her mind; must’ve been the motherly instinct. Each foot came in contact with the wooden stairs, her hand gripping the handle. She needed to hurry, not wanting to deal with her other child as well. Turning the corner, and opening the door of the room, she saw her baby.    Alfie with his blonde curls was sitting in his crib, wailing away, holding onto his blanket. Tears streamed down his reddened face, making any mother upset, seeing their child in this state. (Y/N) picked him up, comforted him, rocking him in the chair across the room. The cries died down, making her smile appear once again. Once Alfie turned back to his sleeping state, her ears picked up another sound, a grunt, and a high pitched moan. Confusement came to her. She placed her second born in his crib, kissed his forehead and gently closed the door.    Walking the few steps to their master bedroom, the door had a small crack open, a lamp light coming through the gap. What was she expecting, she was so blinded by something? But, what? Her pale hand came in contact with the door, pushing it ajar, and what she saw was nothing that she expected.    Here she stood, frozen. What she saw, was definitely something she never wanted to saw. Her mouth was open a tad bit, tears lined her eyes, and she was gobsmacked. No wife would ever expect to see their husband cheating on them.    She saw an eyeful of the female’s butt, her riding him. Their moans and groans were continuous, and Harry looked like he was having the time of his life. In her eyes, it was hardcore sex, full on sweat was lied on each other’s foreheads, the glistening catching her eye. They have not had this together since their honeymoon days or newlywed years. He craved it, she reckoned, and she failed as a wife to give it to him.    It brought a sense of, nothing, just plain nothing. She had no idea how to move forward. Should she speak? Make a noise? Who knows. (Y/N) stood for what felt like minutes, seeing her husband fuck a girl intensely. Was she to say a simple sentence to him? Or blow out in a fight? She came to her senses.    “Glad you took the time to take care of your baby.” she simply told, seeing the both of them turn their attention to her. It took her by surprise of the confidence lined in her voice, yet it raced with questions. What to say next?    “(Y/N), love, it is not what you think.” Harry began, pushing the girl’s body off of him. The minute he began talking in the voice that she fell in love with so long ago, made her inners turn. Anger boiled up.    “No, shut the fuck up Harry.” she began moving towards him, standing right in front of the bed now. “I don’t need your bullshit pity at the moment. Your son was crying, he was in distress, and what were you doing, hmm, fucking a fucking slut. Go you, extra points for you. Cheating on your goddamn wife.” she said, pointing towards him, finger coming close to his butterfly tattoo. The brunette girl next to him looked either happy with the side smirk she showed or just having no idea on how to react.    “And you. You are a fucking slut. You knew he was married, and marriage is about love between one another, trust and obedience. So how fucking dare you, take that away from us. You are nothing more than a whore, a dirty whore.” she began, coming closer to her. She had no idea how to control her actions, so her hand came in contact with her hair, pulling her closer to her. The girl’s mumbled screams began to fill the hallway, she had to get her out quick or else she will have to deal with a cranky Ivy. “How dare you. How dare you screw a married man in his own bed, with his children in the other room. You are a disgusting.” The anger grew stronger, her starting to pull the half-naked body across the room, Harry begins to follow her. “(Y/N), hun, stop, you’re hurting her,” he said, trying to follow her. (Y/N) didn’t stop, kept dragging the girl down the stairs to the spotless living room. “Hurting her? Oh god, Harry, you are fucking stupid,” she told him, pushing the girl down. What came next surprised all. Her fist came in contact with the girl. Her leg came in contact with her leg, and her cries began to shatter the room. (Y/N) was eventually pulled away. She stood there, across the girl’s beaten body, looking at him, yet she did not pay attention to her bloody bruised hands. Her eyes just fell upon the man that she once trusted, him looking at his mistress, the girl who helped the affair to go ahead. He had no idea how to respond, should he go to his wife’s arms, hold her, or go to his lover’s? He could not decide. (Y/N) did not regret her actions, pulling the girl from her sitting position, half dressed, pulled by the hair, and punching her in the living room. Harry tried to remove his wife from her actions that she’ll regret, but it took a lot of strength to muster to do so. “How long?” she began, breaking the glance from the floor. His throat was dry, he coughed, bobbed his Adam’s apple, and let out a simple response. A sound barely anyone could hear, but she caught it. “A year.” All she could do was nod, shake her head, and walk up the stairs. (Y/N) rushed to their bedroom, grabbing his draw from his draws, and coming to the top the stairs. Throwing all the clothes at him, and rushing back, repeating this process two more times. He has everything but underwear. “Get the fuck out. We can talk about this in the morning,” she said, turning back to her room, closing the door, and just climbing into her bed. Eventually, she heard the engine of the car turning on, and the lights slowly dimming away. What the fuck has he done to this family?

Thank you so much, please request for part 2! I have a ton of ideas for the series but would love to add on. Lots of love,

-Ava.Xx

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