“You invite me over for desert almost every night.” Harry reached out for the most delicious-looking apple pie, with Lin’s curious eyes on him, unsure what he planned on doing with it, but not bothering to question him as he placed it in his nearly empty shopping cart.

“And you reject me almost every night,” she reminded him.

“S’good practice.”

“Piss off.”

“Oh, I would, but seeing as you don’t own a car, it’d be quite rude of me to let you Uber yourself home with all that shit.” He nodded toward her cart and the growing pile of junk she had accumulated during her “quick” Costco trip that started over an hour ago.

“I don’t need a ride from you.” Without giving him any bit of satisfaction by looking his way as he grinned at her characteristic stubbornness, she settled on the raspberry danishes and added it to her own basket.

He followed beside her as she wheeled herself off to the next section, “Probably not, but you do want a ride from me.” She didn’t even have to see his face to know his comment was laced with innuendo, whether he’d admit it or not.

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Beckett Phillips has had an earth-shattering year. After the sudden death of her best friend Grace, she’s still struggling to cope with the loss of her life whilst simultaneously trying to figure out exactly when she should start living out her own.

After months of long and trying times, things are finally starting to look up; that is until Harry Styles walks back into town as if nothing had ever happened. As if he hadn’t booked a one way ticket out of Afton the day after Grace’s funeral, leaving her stranded with no explanation and in a whirlwind of grief all on her own.

Yeah, that Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles she swore that if she never had to see again for the rest of her life, she’d be content, but he’s back and bringing along with him an abundance of unanswered questions Beckett hadn’t realized she’d needed the answers to, until now.

I watch as Harry slowly rises from the couch, saying goodbye to his friends before he makes his way over to where I’m standing near the stair banister. His smile immediately fizzles once he gets a good look at me. It starts at my legs, slowly rising up until they hit my torso, then my chest, and then he meets my eyes, his bottom lip slowly tucking into his mouth. “Holy hell.”

“You look… off.”

Harry’s frown deepens. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like you care about me.”

I let out a scoff. “You wish.”

“I hate you too.” This time, he looks up and flashes me a smile. Something is off with him today. He doesn’t usually smile when he says those four words; he grins, he smirks, but he never smiles.

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people always say that there’s something between harry and beverly.

one look at them and they are convinced that it’s sexual tension, but this is where she would like to disagree because first of all, there is absolutely not one thing that she likes about him. second of all, she hates him more than she hates her neighbour who can’t seem to stop banging the drums in the middle of the night. the way he fuels the fire that’s burning inside of her, burning rage hisses through her body like deathly poison each time they’re together - that is definitely pure hatred.

so, no, there’s no such thing as sexual tension between them.

however, if there’s one thing that they can agree on, is the fact that their friends are absolute bonkers and they are to be blamed for what’s happening to harry and beverly who soon turn into harryandbeverly.

The sigh rushed out of him at that point, because instantly he was going to tell her. He just had to see her face and know that she wouldn’t laugh in his and he could do it.

“Hi.” Harry said while pulling back to look into her eyes, his heart racing as he was figuring out the words to say. Neither one of them had fully detached from the other, hands resting at her hips and his shoulders.

“Hey.” She laughed with a goofy grin on her lips.

“Lenny…” His heartbeat picked up. “I…” the words weren’t coming. Lenny didn’t move, just blinked her big green eyes up at him again, patiently.

I like you? No. Not big enough.

I like you so much I can’t stand it? Not clear enough that he means it more than friends.

Can I kiss you? Too bold. Too much of the desperation he felt right then.

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Ruby hates the idea of going to Harry’s wedding. She hates the idea of dressing up and seeing friends she hasn’t spoken to in years, acting like they still have things in common. 

Niall is the “friend” on the top of Ruby’s hope I never see again list. Or, well, that is until she sees him for the first time in six years and his laugh is possibly less torturous than it was when they were cramped together in the lunch room of their high school. 

A reunion fic including the perfect ex boyfriend, his annoying best friend, and a steady flow of alcohol.