STILL TAKING REQUESTS

I am tired asf and I have a phat headache, also I have practice so my posting might be limited tomorrow !! I’ll be putting in that work tho hopefully. Good night you guys, I hope you like the two new fics I put out ! I wish you all happiness in the days to come :* <3 TTYL lmao

Not What You Think

Request: Can you please maybe write something about harry noticing you skip his songs when they come on shuffle and he's hurt so he confronts you about it and you have to explain that they hurt your heart in a good way because they're so good and they make you feel so much that sometimes you just HAVE to? Does that make sense? I hope it does bc I've been thinking about this ever since the album came out :)

A/N: IM SO DEAAAD I DO THIS ALL THE TIME. Not to sound like a fake bitch or anything I love my mans music but there are times when I literally cannot listen to it without getting in my feels. His songs are saved for during my solitude at night. Also I laughed out loud writing this when Harry's song came on and the reader just skips without hesitating... y'all can you picture his face !!! my poor bby. I hope you like it !!

Warnings: a bootytickled Harry

"I got the AUX!" You exclaim excitedly as you slide into the leather passenger seat of your boyfriend's car.

As Harry turned on the car, your phone connected to the Bluetooth speaker with a little sound effect and the last thing you were listening to in your music began playing at full blast.

"21 Savage, Y/N, really?" Harry asks, grimacing a little bit when the rapper's verses went into talking about Louis Vuitton and racks.

"If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you!" You yell at the same time the lyric comes up. Once the first verse started, you hit skip to spare Harry the gory lyrics that got more violent as they went on. "Does young Metro trust you, Styles?"

Before pulling out of the driveway, Harry gave you a deadpan look and mumbled an almost inaudible, "I would hope so."

The two of you were on your way to a friends house that lived at least forty minutes away and the mini road trip you guys were going to take made you temporary DJ for the time being, a job that usually belonged to Harry.

You had settled on playing shuffle through all your music and placed your phone in the cupholder that was currently vibrating due to the bass of the song you were playing. Harry didn't mind the volume or the genre because he was mostly spacing out as he drove.

It wasn't until twenty-minutes in of daydreaming and driving when Harry realized that the music had stopped playing for at least a couple minutes.

"What're you doing, love?" Harry questions, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Just looking for a song, nothing seems appealing right now," you hum, continuously tapping your finger on the skip button.

Harry quickly glanced over at your phone and noticed his album cover on the screen. He was ready to hear the beginning chords of Meet Me in the Hallway but they never came because when he looked back down at you, you had already skipped it.

Maybe the song was too slow-tempo for a drive like this, you were looking for jam-out songs were Harry's thoughts. He furrowed his brows, a tad hurt that you had skipped his song without a second thought but he told himself it just wasn't the mood for it right now.

His eyes accidentally landed on your phone screen a second time to see you skipping over another song of his, Kiwi! Kiwi was fast and up-tempo and this time Harry took your skip personal. You hadn’t even let the first notes of his song play, yet you streamed the beginning of one of 21 Savage’s! He shifted in his seat and gripped the steering wheel tighter, swallowing down the lump in his throat that had formed in his sudden sadness.

He decided against saying anything to you, not wanting to ruin the ride or the rest of the day he was going to be spending with you. He felt his heart plummet a little when the song you decided to let play was some random song neither of you had ever heard. It wasn't one of his songs that you wanted to play and its not like he forces his music on you or expects you to listen to it religiously - he just hoped that you liked it as much as you said you did which he was beginning to believe was all a front to spare his feelings. He tried not to let his day get ruined over the last five minutes but it did because an album he had worked so hard on was being disregarded by one of the people he loves most.

Harry was quiet and aloof the rest of the ride to your friends' house, his eyes focused on the road in front of him and only giving you one worded responses when you tried talking to him or when you asked him questions.

Not only Harry was butthurt, but now you were. Here you were thinking this mini road trip was gonna be fun but halfway through you realized Harry wasn't speaking and he wasn't making any physical contact with you in any way like he usually does. Hell, you even get that stop-light kiss at least once every car ride that you were expecting but did not receive in the forty-minutes that you have been spending in this car.

You were not going to enter your friends' house with you and Harry both in a mood. If you did, the day would turn sour and awkward and your friends were clearly going to know that something was up when Harry didn't have some sort of PDA with you.

You waited until Harry parked in the driveway, his hands hurriedly shooting to his seatbelt so he could unbuckle it and escape your presence. When he opened the side of his door, you jumped across his lap and slammed it shut to prevent him from stepping out.

"Nuh, uh," you shake your head, falling back into your seat. "Neither one of us is leaving this car until you tell me what's wrong."

Harry stared at you, a blank look on his face while he decided whether or not he should just confess or bottle it up for later.

"Go ahead, I'll wait," you say, crossing your arms as if you were a frustrated teacher waiting for their students to calm down. Harry let out a deep sigh, his eyes closing before letting his head rest against the back of the seat.

"You lied to me."

"Lied to you?" You repeat incredulously. "The only lie that has come out of my mouth is that I used the bathroom before we left."

"My music. You said you loved my music and you don't." Harry looked at you with the saddest eyes and it nearly broke your heart right then and there.

"What in the hell are you talking about? Harry, I love your music, you obviously know that," you assure without hesitation. "Where did you get that accusation from?"

"I saw you skip over two of my songs on shuffle," Harry explains defeatedly. "If you don't like my music, tell me now."

"Harry, you oaf," you scoff. "It's not what you think at all. I literally don't think I could survive without your music. It's just that sometimes your music hurts me, in a good way, it makes me feel so deeply that I swear it will have me in tears so sometimes I just have to skip it."

"But Kiwi isn't sad and you skipped it," Harry frowns, his hand mindlessly playing with the loose string hanging off the sleeve of his shirt.

"It doesn't matter if it is a happy or sad song because I'll cry from how proud of you I am."

You reach over to intertwine Harry's hand in yours, sending him a smile that filled his body with warmth and security.

"'m sorry if I overreacted," Harry apologizes quietly.

"It's okay," you laugh. "If I had a song that I worked hard on and you skipped it, I would have flipped my shit."

From where you sat, you spotted the blond head of your friend from their door, waving their hand for the two of you to come in.

"I think we should go inside now," you say, pointing at the door where your friend was patiently waiting with watchful eyes. "As soon as we leave, we will jam out to Harry Styles all the way home," you promise.

"Sounds good, oaf," Harry responds with your previous insult eliciting a laugh from you, a smile on his lips and a renewed confidence, the two of you went to your friends' house and like you promised, Harry's music was the only thing being played on the ride home - even some unreleased music you were blessed to hear before anyone else.

REQUEST

alright so somehow the like 5 requests I had in my inbox disappeared so im gonna need you guys to send me some ideas ! I’m literally dried out so request, request, request !! :) Hopefully I’ll get to them either soon or months from now yall who have been following for a while know about my periodic disappearances 😶

Without You

Request: Can you do something where Harry's on tour and a memory triggers you to miss him when you're lying in bed and you call him at like 2am (your time) balling your eyes out and you can barely speak because you're hyperventilating and crying so hard. Thank you!

Warnings: angst, crying

hope you like it ! :)

*flashbacks are in italic*

Notes: you guys should listen to Together by The XX right after the flashback ends !! I listened to it to to write the rest ! :)

Six months.

Six long months that Harry has been gone.

He was bouncing from city to city, happily performing his album to the millions of fans that came to his concerts. You knew Harry missed you terribly, but you also knew that he was having the time of his life with his team and with the new people he gets to meet every day that love him.

You tried staying strong for him, tried telling yourself that the texts and daily calls whether it was on FaceTime or not was enough to keep you from missing him so much.

The condo you shared with Harry, usually cozy and filled with laughter or some sort of talking between the two of you now felt empty. The cream-colored walls covered in hanging pictures of the two of you happy tugged at your heartstrings as you strolled past them.

There were no words to describe how awful you felt without having Harry with you in the past six months. The struggle of not being physically there with you only grew worse as time went on but the cold emotions didn't affect you until night came around and you're lying in bed trying to force yourself to sleep.

His absence didn't render you from living your life normally, you just missed your man. It was in the night that you felt the worst because that's when you realized you were missing a piece of you. There was nothing to distract you at night except the thoughts that didn't stray from Harry.

It was late, well past midnight and you were still up and going around the condo, cleaning up anything that needed to be cleaned and doing any chore you thought needed to be done. Everything was going per usual until you found yourself on the floor, swiping your arm under the couch and pulling out any foreign objects that have found themselves there.

When your hand grasped onto something cold and small, you didn't think much of it until you opened your fist and saw what it was.

A bracelet.

A simple silver chained bracelet with one little elephant charm dangling from the middle.

Your heart swelled up as you inspected it. You hadn't seen it in ages, well months, since you lost it. Harry had gifted it to you when you went to an arcade and he bunched up all of your guys' tickets to get the overly-priced bracelet, ticket-wise.

You instantly clasped the bracelet around your wrist and watched as the elephant glimmered under the moonlight streaming through the windows.

"Oh, Harry," you whisper to yourself, smoothing the elephant between your fingertips.

Cleaning was long forgotten and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and mummify yourself with the excess amount of blankets you had.

Your nightly routine was done and all that was left was to change into one of Harry's shirts that fit you like a dress. Once you reached your bed, you just plopped backward onto it and stared up at the ceiling, your hand still fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist. You let your mind wander, remembering everything from the day you got this bracelet, every emotion you felt that day rushed at you like a train.

Your laughing turned into snorts which made Harry laugh even harder than he already was. The arcade you were at offered bumper cars and it was empty so that was the first thing the two of you had decided to do when you walked into the room.

Harry zoomed past you in his hot pink bumper car only to turn around and come at you with full speed. You quickly moved out of the way moved around him so that you could hit him from behind, pushing him into the rails of the extremely small track.

Honestly, you didn't care if you got whiplash from this because you were living it up.

"That's not fair!" Harry exclaims in laughter as he backs up to ram back into your car. Your laughter only grew louder as you once again hit Harry's car which made him bump his head onto the back of the seat.

"Is this even safe?" You question through laughter.

"Who cares, it's fun," Harry answers back, a wide smile on his face as he drives you up against the rails.

"Times up!" The operator called to you guys, stopping the music and the lights that flashed around the track.

Harry lifted himself out of his car and jogged over to yours where he helped you get up from your seat where you were kind of stuck.

You and Harry wandered around the arcade, racking up a good amount of tickets from the different games they offered. Harry had even won the ticket jackpot at a pull-the-lever game. The machine had spit out a crazy amount of tickets that you were sure were never gonna stop coming. Harry snickered to himself as the kids who walked by were mindlessly staring at the pile with pure jealousy in their eyes.

The two of you ended up at the ticket-eating machine where you fed it your small amount of tickets, getting a receipt of only one hundred tickets for the prize booth. Harry spent at least five minutes feeding it all the tickets he had which were exaggeratively a lot. His receipt read only eight hundred which was not even that much, to be honest.

You waited in the short line with Harry's hand in yours, observing all of the prizes lined against the walls and in the glass cases in front of you.

"Aw, look!" You exclaim quietly, pointing towards a bracelet sitting on a velvet stand inside the glass case. "The little elephant looks so cute. Too bad I'm three-hundred tickets short."

Harry grinned at you, mentally taking note of the elephant bracelet. It wasn't your intention for him to get you the bracelet, he just wanted to treat you to whatever you wanted.

When you reached the cashier, Harry took your ticket receipt and his to give to the man working the desk.

"With those two, can I get the elephant bracelet right there and the giant slinky," Harry tells the cashier. He nods and goes to retrieve the items Harry had wanted.

"Harry, you didn't have to get me the bracelet with your tickets," you say in disbelief.

"All the prizes are really not all that great, might as well get you something you want." Harry winks at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

The icy air of the night nipped at your face as you and Harry stepped out of the stuffy arcade.

"I want to give you your bracelet," Harry says, stopping the two of you. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the silver bracelet, the elephant charm shining at you. Harry gently lifted your wrist and rolled up your sleeve to expose your wrist. "You know elephants are a lucky charm. They also mean strength. I want you to know that through everythin', I will always love you and be with you, and when times get hard, you look at that elephant and know that you're goin' to be alright."

You gazed up at Harry as he clipped the bracelet around your wrist, the cool metal feeling nice against the burning warmth running through your veins. Your eyes flickered to the dangling elephant and Harry took the chance to press a long kiss on your foreheads before placing one on your lips.

"As long as you got that elephant, I'll be with you," Harry assures softly.

A month later, Harry had left for tour and just a week after that you had misplaced the bracelet and after a while, you gave up searching for it seeing as you could never find it anywhere.

The warm stream of tears slipping from your eyes and tickling the side of your face brought you out of your mind. You didn't even realize you were crying or how your heart was pounding in your chest. You sat up and wiped at your tears, swallowing the sob in your throat that you were sure was going to come out no matter what you did.

You clutched your wrist against your chest as you replayed the memory again, your heart aching even more as you tortured yourself further. And like you predicted, the sob escaped your throat, followed by another, and another, and another.

At this point, you were hyperventilating, wheezing and gasping for air as all your bottled up emotions finally came spilling out. You thrashed around the bed, searching for your phone that was lost between the sheets. When you finally found it, you read the time through your blurry and tear-filled eyes - 2 AM. You had forgotten where Harry was currently performing, but you knew it was daytime and he was awake.

You quickly swiped over to your favorites tab and Harry's number was the first one listed. You desperately clicked his contact name and pressed the phone against your ear, the ringing on the other line stressing you out beyond belief.

"Please pick up," you whispered to yourself in broken sobs. The line rang and rang but he never answered, only met with his voicemail. You didn't want to dial again, scared that you would cause unnecessary concern if you called him multiple times. Luckily, Harry's caller ID popped up on the screen and you had never clicked the green 'answer' button so fast in your life.

"Y/N?" Harry asks, voice groggy and full of sleep. "I'm sorry, love, I just woke up. Isn't it late back at home?"

"Harry," you cry, holding back another sob. The line goes completely silent as you hear the ruffling of sheets which is Harry sitting himself up in bed so he could fully pay attention to you.

"What's happened? Why are you cryin'?" Harry questions quickly worry dripping from each word.

"I," you choke out, "I miss you so much."

"I know, kitten," Harry sighs sadly. His heart was breaking at every cry he heard leave your lips. "Breathe, Y/N. I swear it's killin' me hearin' you like this."

"I'm sorry, H," you sob, trying to force yourself to stop crying.

"Listen to me, Y/N, take deep breaths alright? Inhale and exhale," Harry instructs. He exaggerates his breathing for you to follow and you do, your bawling slowly subsiding into just silent whimpers.

"I didn't tell you this, but I lost my elephant bracelet," you admit quietly. "I found it tonight and it just made me miss you even more."

"Oh, Y/N," Harry sighs, "I wasn’t going to say anything because I was goin' to surprise you but I rather tell you that 'm comin' home next week. I swear 'm losing' myself out here without you."

You rest your head against your pillow, your head suddenly feeling less dizzy as it had and allowing yourself to let out a breath of relief at the thought of Harry coming home next week.

"You promise?" You whisper.

"I'll be there the second you wake up," Harry promises. You could hear the smile in his voice which comforts you even more. "Like I said before, as long as you have that bracelet I will always love you and be with you. Before you know it, I'll be right there beside you snugglin' up to ya."

You unwillingly bode farewell to Harry and promised to call him when you wake up. The end of your conversation with him was replaying in your mind on a loop. Your crying had taken its toll on you because as soon as your eyelids closed shut, you were sent into your sleep feeling more at relief than ever.

The elephant bracelet was still gripped in one of your hands and even in your sleep, your fingers smoothed over the metal charm that reminded you of Harry's promise.

psa

not trying to sound like a butthurt betty but I am. Sorry to anyone who didn’t like my previous fic, “Mi Familia” and if you did like it I’m sorry but I’m taking it down bc it’s lacking. To the person who replied in the notes saying “Hispanic(Latin) is a culture not a race” I am fully aware of that and I apologize if I made it sound like it was or didn’t make that clear in my writing or notes or wherever it sounded wrong. Also, to the person who assumed I copied the fic from a different blog I’m sorry you thought that because the last thing I would ever do is copy someone’s hard work. I took a fat minute writing it but it’s not that great and I prefer this blog to be quality over quantity so I’m just going to keep my blog as generlized as it’s been and will only venture out to specifics if I really want to. Much love, sorry for putting out trash today I’ll have something out that’s much better ! ❤️

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN HIMSELF, A SNACK, A FIVE COURSE MEAL, A DESSERT, A FEAST, A SWEETHEART, A MUSIC ICON, ONE OF THE BEST ARTISTS TO EVER GRACE THIS PLANET, A HARDWORKING ICON, A RESPECTFUL ICON, A GENEROUS ICON, THE LOVE OF MY DAMN LIFE, THE MAN, THE LEGEND HARRY STYLES ❤️😘

Best Friends

Request:  can you write something where you and harry are best friends and he eventually realises that hes in love with you because every thing you do becomes irresistible to him or something <3 thank you!

A/N: I tried my bes t!! I hope you guys like it :’))))

He wouldn't realize it at first. It isn't until he's sitting with you in the rocky sand of a beach at midnight, a half-empty bottle of wine in your hand from the dinner party the two of you had ditched a little too early.

"And so I walked in with my aunt and there was my ten-year-old cousin, twerking her flat ass as best as she could to Pop, Lock & Drop it," you explained through fits of laughter, Harry laughing along with you as he pictured your troublemaker of a cousin.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence. The waves crashing at the shore, the distant sound of the music playing at the restaurant you had just ditched, the smell of the sea - it was all such a calming moment for Harry, like an escape he was able to experience in his busy life. He turned on to his side so he was completely facing you. You were facing the ocean, staring out into the endless horizon with your back resting against a large rock.

"Y/N," Harry hummed lightly. "Thank you for bein' my date tonight."

"Of course," you smile down at him, "you know I'd do anything for you, H."

Harry sat there momentarily, letting your words absorb into his mind. This wasn't the first time you told him that and he knew it was the truth. After all your years of friendship, there was never a dull moment or a time where either of you wouldn't go to lengths end to do something for the other.

"I love this song!" You abruptly squealed, jumping up to your feet and burying the wine bottle in the sand so it wouldn't spill. "Come on, Harry! Slow dance with me."

"Slow dance with you?" Harry chimes with a cheeky smile, standing up to his feet and begins to inch towards you.

You nod in response, grabbing ahold of his hands and pulling him towards you until your bodies are almost flush against each other. The faint volume of the music drifted around you guys as you slowly began to sway to the music. Harry strained his ears to try and hear the song more clearly and he was able to catch a few of the lyrics. He instantly recognized the song as the one you were listening to on repeat on the drive to the restaurant.

His eyes scanned your face, smiling to himself as he took you in. You had your eyes closed, exaggeratively mouthing the words to Best Part by Daniel Caesar. His heart was beginning to beat just a little faster each time your lips formed the romantic lyrics of the song and he just could not for the life of him figure out why.

His heartbeat suddenly shot through the roof when an unexpected scream left your mouth and you jumped up, flailing around in Harry's arms and wrapping your legs around his torso.

"Jesus, Y/N," Harry breathes deeply. "Almost gave me a heart attack."

"Something touched my ankle!" You retort, tightening your arms around Harry's shoulders. His eyes flickered towards the ground and stumbled back himself when a crab was sitting there, looking back up at him with its claws slowly opening and closing. When it started moving towards him, Harry quickly began to stumble back until he tripped and ended up falling on his bum and you crashing down with him.

Harry frantically began to look for the crab which had begun running its way back towards the water and away from the two of you.

"I can't believe you tripped," you giggle, pushing yourself from off his chest.

"I can't believe you screamed and climbed me like a tree," Harry retaliates.

"Sounds saucy," you snicker, playfully winking at him.

Harry let out a cackle, trying his best to say 'you're so annoying' through his laughter. He flipped you over, his hands finding their way to your sides and tickling you until you joined him in laughter.

"Okay, okay, stop!" You exclaim breathlessly, a large smile still plastered on your face. Harry pulled his hands away from your sides and instead rested them on either side of your head, both of you still calming down from your 'attack'.

And it was then when Harry realized it - he had fallen in love with his best friend. Here you were, lying underneath him, sand in your disheveled hair and a small goofy smile still on your face.

Neither of you realized how close you guys were to each other and it was just setting in that your faces were literally centimeters apart. Your smile faded, your eyes now soft as you peered up at Harry.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry whispers, his lips ghosting over yours and his warm breath tickling your skin.

Instead of answering him, you lean up and close the gap between the two of you, finally feeling the soft sensation of his lips moving against yours. Harry felt his nerves slip away, letting himself melt into the kiss, never realizing how much he had been longing for this moment until now.

You pulled away from him after a while, catching your breath.

"Y/N," Harry begins, his fingers tenderly pushing back a loose strand of hair from your forehead. "I think I'm in love with you."

"I think I'm in love with you too."