JUST YOU [Harry Styles]

@sunflowersunshinevol6, I compiled them for u. I hope I was able to list everything down :–))

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BLURBS:

My Everything

Don’t Be Scared

Adore You

Home

Another

Something Else

Girl of My Dreams

Power Moves

Endgame

Best Day

Irresistible

Love Me Do

Falling

New Tattoo

Her

Just Hold Me

Little Kisses

Shrooms

The Bean

Thank you so much! Here they are!

Just You Masterlist

A/N: I’m still looking for all the parts, this is what I could find 11-19 I’m still trying to find. But enjoy.

Just You

Change Your Ticket

Honey Love

Blurbs

My Everything

Don’t Be Scared

Adore You

Home

Another

Something Else

Girl of my dreams

Power Moves

End Game

Best Days

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RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME — Part III

Plot: Y/N finds herself trapped in a time in which she doesn’t belong only to learn that maybe that was her place all along.

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

A/N: Gif isn’t mine (took it from google, so please, if it belongs to you let me know so I can credit).

It was Saturday night and you were laying on your canopy bed staring at its ceiling, unable to sleep. You raised your head slightly so you could take a look at Lily’s bed only to find your best friend deeply asleep. With an inaudible sigh, you get up as gentle as you can, trying not to make any noise and grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill. Then, you head down to the common room, sitting by the fireplace.

“Any of you weirdos up? X, Beastie.” You write down on the piece of parchment you took with you and wave your wand at it. The paper flies through the stairs in the direction of the boys’ dorm. A few seconds later, Remus shows up, a kind smile on his face.

“Hey, you!” You smile back at him.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, sitting next to you and looking at the fire. You shake your head negatively. “What’s going on? I know I’m not Prongs, but you can talk to me, you know?!”

“I know, Moony. And I would if it was something important, believe me,” you rest your head on his shoulder. You hated lying to your best friends but it wasn’t like you could just say ‘hey, guys, so the weirdest thing happened, hear me out: I’ve traveled here from a future time and found out that somehow I coexist there with the same age I am today and with your older selves — well at least Sirius’ and Remus’ — and am best friends with Harry Potter. Oh, by the way, Jamie and Lils, the two of you had a lovely son together whom you never had the chance to see growing up because you’ve given your own lives to protect his.’ You couldn’t mess with time like that, not when it would bring such disastrous consequences to all of the people you love. You sigh, noticing that Remus was studying your face. The two of you stay quiet for quite some time, enjoying the warmth of the fire and each other’s company.

“I’m gonna head back to my dorm, are you heading to yours?” Remus stretches his legs carefully in order to get up.

“I’ll be staying here for a little bit longer. Good night, Remus,” you smile at him.

“Night, Y/N,” he waves at you, smiling.

When he disappeared into the stairs, you lowered your head between your knees, embracing your legs. You were gonna miss Remus once you came back to your future time. You were gonna miss Sirius. Lily. Marlene. And James. You were definitely gonna miss him the mostest. You loved your friends with all you got but James held a special place in your heart, always had. You feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. Lifting your head, you look slightly to your left in time to see James sitting right behind you, tucking you into his arms. You lean against him.

“Remus awaked you, didn’t he?” You shake your head, smiling. That was typical of him: he was worried about you and since you weren’t talking to him, he sent the one person he knew you would open up to.

“As he should, love. As he should,” James planted a kiss on the top of your head, his arms crossed in front of you and his hands caressing your arms.

“Have you ever felt torn apart? Like, you know what you’re supposed to do and that this is the right thing, but your heart wants exactly the opposite and the mere thought of not following your heart’s desire just... breaks it?! If that makes any sense,” you look up at him.

James is staring at the fire, lost inside his own thoughts. “Unfortunately, I do...” he whispers after a few seconds.

“I’m gonna miss you someday, you know,” you sigh.

“Where is this coming from, love?” He frowns, smiling.

“I don’t know... life happens,” you shrug.

“Y/N L/N, if you think you’ll ever get rid of me one day, you’re terribly wrong, Miss. Sorry but you are stuck with me,” he grins at you. If only he knew.

Getting up, you offer your hands to James, helping him to get on his feet.

“Wanna crash on my bed tonight, hot stuff?” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes in response but follow him to the boys’ dormitory, knowing that having James’ calming presence by your side would be the only way you’d be able to get some sleep that night.

When you wake up the next morning, James is still sleeping. Opening his bed’s curtains, you take a glance at the watch on the wall, yawning and getting up carefully. Sirius and Remus are nowhere to be seen so you decide to head back to your dorm, since it was pretty early and everyone else inside the tower was probably still asleep as well.

“Well, well, well...” you hear Sirius’ voice as you were tiptoeing your way down the stairs to avoid being seen by anyone.

“You know, if you had anything to say you didn’t exactly have to ambush me in the stairwell, you could’ve just waited until I was awake inside your very own dorm,” you roll your eyes at him, grinning. Both he and Remus had wide mischievous smiles plastered on their faces.

“Sharing the bed with Prongs now, are we?” He raises a brow.

“Oh you’ve been sleeping with him as well? And here was I as naive as I could get thinking i was the only one!” You take your hand to your chest in mock offense.

“Aren’t you delightfully funny?!” Your best friend grins, clearly not willing to let you slip through that one. “But in all seriousness now, is anything going on between the two of you?”

“Where is this coming from?” You frown.

“For starters, James hasn’t talked about Lily in a few months now, which is not really a surprise because we all knew this was just a crush and nothing more. But ever since that night the four of us went out for a drink, he has this stupid look on his face whenever we talk about you. I mean, it has been quite obvious to everyone that the two of you have feelings for each other for a few years now, but you stupids had never fully realized that yourselves. Apparently until now,” he says as if it was not that big of a deal.

You open your mouth to answer but you can’t seem to come up with anything. You and James? Feelings? Sirius was definitely out of his mind. You look at Remus, asking silently for backup.

“Don’t look at me. You know he’s right, and I’m with him on this one,” he shrugs, a playful grin on his lips.

You shake your head. “This is so absurd I don’t even know what to say. You’re mental, Black! And so are you, Lupin!” You raise your brows at them before storming off in the direction of your dorm.

“You know you’re gonna break the quill and make a hole in the parchment if you keep writing that furiously,” Lily tells you without dragging her attention from her assignments. Noticing you ignored her, she tosses her papers aside and holds your hand so you could stop. “What’s up with you today, woman?”

You finally look her in the eyes. “Nothing is up. I’m as good as I was yesterday and in all of the days before,” you shrug, grimacing.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, maybe you’ll believe it eventually,” Marlene says whilst writing her own essay.

“Where did you sleep Saturday night?” Lily asked you bluntly, raising an inquisitive brow at you. “And please don’t say the common room couch because Marlene and I have checked it.”

Marlene had finally let her papers go and was paying an intense attention to you right now. You couldn’t blame her though, gossip really is more interesting than assignments. You stare at your parchment for a little while before answering Lily.

“The boys’ dorm.”

“WHAT?!” Lily and Marlene both shouted in awe, a large grin creeping on their lips. The librarian sent a death glare on their way.

“Keep it down, would ya?!” You whisper nervously at your best friends. “I’m not interested in becoming school’s next big gossip!”

“Tell us Y/N, who did you sleep with?” Lily could barely contain her satisfaction and the mischievous smile that was taking over her face.

“Please say James!” Marlene exclaimed excitedly, making you go as red as a tomato.

“Oh my God, you are blushing! I knew it! You like him!” Lily pounds the table, sounding as excited as Marlene.

“Did the two of you go insane? James and I are best friends! Period! And I didn’t sleep with him! At least not in the way you both implied,” you roll your eyes at your best friends, clearly annoyed.

“Oh, please, Y/N! You’ve been obviously in love with each other for quite a few time now. Literally anyone knows it,” Lily rolls her eyes, amused.

“Where did you get that from, for Merlin’s sake?” You ask incredulously.

“Seriously?! Why do you think the entire school keep teasing you and James about your relationship?” Marlene laughs.

“All right, first of: there’s no relationship here. Not romantically speaking, at least. Second of: we’ve been studying here for almost seven years now and ever since day one, James has chased after Lily. Lily, who he actually is in love with! Not me!” You say rather furiously, getting your stuff together.

“Don’t you do that! Don’t you chicken out and put the blame on me, that’s not like you! You know James has never really liked me, it was the challenge that kept him going,” Lily said calmly.

“Lils... I’m not chickening out, it’s just... James and I aren’t meant to be. But the two of you are! You belong with him, you guys belong together!” You answer her, exasperated.

“No we don’t, Y/N! The fact that he likes you and that you like him back doesn’t change anything. Even if you both didn’t have feelings for each other, James and I would never be together,” she states.

“You wouldn’t know that...” you whisper bitterly at yourself.

“What?” Lily frowns.

“Look... I don’t have feelings for James and, please, stop saying he likes me because you’re the one for him, all right?!” You close your eyes with a sigh and a shrug. Grabbing your things, you leave the library without looking back.

You wandered through the castle, looking for a quiet place so you could cool yourself down and think a little bit, ending up at the astronomy tower. The night was falling and the sky had a mixed tone of light purple and medium blue, stars shining all over it. You stared at them from the balcony, your back against the exterior wall whilst you sat on the floor.

“There you are! Haven’t seen you all afternoon,” James’ voice flooded through your ears. You could tell he was smiling even though you didn’t take your eyes off the stars.

“Yeah, I got distracted by the stars,” you smile at the sky.

“They’re almost as beautiful as you, love,” he says, sitting next to you.

You tense up, straightening yourself up uncomfortably, not saying anything.

“Are you still mad at Pads and Moony?” He asks rather seriously.

“Hmm?!” You mutter in surprise, finally looking at him.

He just smiles at you. “Did they tell you? About what we talked,” you ask him.

“No, I overheard it actually, you know me,” he shrugged. “I have to say I’m surprised, though. I thought you found me amusing and charming, didn’t know it was such an offense to be romantically involved with me! Or should I say ‘absurd’?” He smirked charmingly, trying to joke, but you could see a straw of hurt in his eyes.

“Jamie, no!” You hush in. “You are charming and amusing! Being around you is... it’s like a breath of fresh air on an insanely hot day. It’s like the feeling you get when your belly hurts after an intensely good laughter. Or when you’re having a really good dream which you never wanna wake up from. It’s like a... raging sea on a stormy day, full of energy, full of life, full of adventuring promises and a strange peaceful feeling at the same time, and...” you stop suddenly, realization hitting you like a punch in the stomach. Your friends were right all along. You did have feelings for James.

“Oh, Merlin, this can’t be happening...” you thought at yourself. Truth be told, though, you think you’ve always knew. You’ve always noticed the signs: the warmth happiness that spreaded through you whenever you saw him, the please-never-let-go-of-me feeling you felt whenever he hugged you. It has always been there. But you’ve kept it hidden even from yourself as you watched him chase after Lily year after year. If only you’ve realized it before you came back from a future time. Maybe if the two of you were already together before the morning you woke up feeling completely lost and surrounded by, apparently, strangers, you wouldn’t be able to fight it. But, knowing what you knew, you could never be with him. You could never jeopardize Harry’s future like that. You and Harry were more than just best friends, you were like siblings. The bond you shared was too precious for you to do that to him. He was there for you when you didn’t have anyone, you’ve found family in each other.

“You were saying?” James whispers, snapping you from you thoughts. His face was merely inches apart from yours. Your heart started pounding violently inside your chest and you used all of your strength to fight the urge of closing the milimetre gap between the two of you and kiss him passionately.

“I was saying that Lils is very lucky for winning over that big beautiful heart of yours,” you frown anguished whilst staring back at the sky.

You could feel James withering by your side. It felt like you were choking on your emotions, every feeling that you have ever suppressed for the boy finding its way out of the vault you’ve sealed them into.

“I suppose she is...” he sighs, staring at the sky as well.

Take My Leave /3 - Zuko x Reader

part one part two

“(your name), there’s more flowers again and a letter for you,”Katara yells from the front door, I sigh as I continue to chop the meat for the ramen, this has been going ever since we talked to each other, he’s been sending me flowers every morning. “He’s really showing you his commitment now,”Katara places the bouquet and the letter on the counter top infront of me, I smell the flowers, he hasn’t forgotten them, my favourites, (favourite flower). I quickly wash my hands and drying them before picking up the envelope. I trace over the neatly printed name before ripping it open and pulling out the fancy paper.

My dearest (your name),

I hope you enjoyed the flowers I have been sending you, I know these are your favourites, I could never forget them. It was our first proper date where I had brought them for you and your eyes just lit up with so much happiness that it made my heart go crazy. (Favourite flower), they truly are so beautiful but not compared to you. I know I’ve been stepping out of line in our acquaintanceship but I just want to give you everything and anything to make up for what I’ve done but I know nothing will ever will. Anyways I know you don’t care and should just get to the point but I’ll be throwing a celebration for the partial success of the peace in all nations, you’re invited and so are the others. Please come, you’re a big part of this celebration, you’re the one pushed me to do it, I hope you consider it.

love you always,

Zuko

You make it so hard to move on. I return the letter in it’s envelope and continue on with the lunch,”so what does it say?”Katara eyes the closed letter with curiousity,”hes invited us to a celebrate about an achievement,”I shrug my shoulders as I finish the toppings of the ramen,”also can you call the rest, lunch is ready,”I shoo her away before she can ask more. I set the table and the rest pile in the dining room,”yay (your name)’s ramen,”Aang cheers before digging in right away which earns his a scolding from Katara,”Ahh yes, you make the best ramen,”he liked it too, I politely smiled before eating at my own meal. ,”uh so are you gonna attend the celebration?”the air becomes uncomfortable, it’s still not an easy subject to speak about Zuko, though weeks have passed I have not fully moved on yet, my heart was still shattered, how can you unlove a man who had taken all your firsts. It still hurts to think of him but I needed to refocus my life and to learn to be okay when seeing him or even speaking about him, it’s part of moving forward. “I might,”I muttered silently but was loud enough for them to hear me, they all seemed surprised but tried to hide it, I need this for healing.

The large form of Appa lands on the nicely tailored garden of the Fire Nation Palace, a feeling of dread overtakes me and I start regretting my decision on coming here. The familiar grounds remind of so much sweet memories of Zuko and I but also held so much pain, it was bittersweet to be here. Down below, several guards are stationed and the Firelord stands awaiting for us to get down, he was as handsome as ever, he seemed tired and his face lingered of the sadness. I let the rest of the gaang get down before I followed suit, “(your name) you came,”the ember-eyed man doesn’t even try to hide his surprise as pink dusted his cheeks, “uh yeah,”I awkwardly wave. “The maids will escort you to your rooms, I have a meeting so I’ll join all you at the party,”he glances one last time at me before walking inside the palace I once called home.

“Lady (your name), welcome back it’s so good to see you! The palace staff have missed you,”my heart aches as I stare at the maid who took care of me,”I shall escort you to your rooms,”she motions us to follow her, we gather our belongings and enter the palace, passing through the familiar hallways. We pass the door to Zuko’s office and a wave of nausea hits me as I recall the last memory I had, I grit my teeth as I feel tears burn my eyes. A hand grips my forearm and it brings me out of my trance,”are you alright?”Sokka turns me to him in worry, ”yeah, I’m good. Just some dust in my eyes from flying,”I smiled before wiping the tears away and following the maid up ahead. The room that I had entered was not as large as the Firelord and Firelady suite but that’s understandable, a beautiful (colour) coloured robe catches my attention, it was hung on the wardrobe, it had been stitched with entricate designs. “The Firelord had it custom made to fit you, he requests you wear it for tonight’s party,”the maid notices my confusion and explains it for. “Oh, thank you,”I politely say and dismiss the maid, I huff in annoyance, what are you doing Zuko.

I sit on the bed, laying lazily as I stared up the ceiling. I can’t take you back, I’m trying to move on from you but you make it so hard. He’s been showering me with gifts and love letters, he makes this so complicated, I grip my hair pulling on them, I hate how I feel this way. I close my eyes and try to sleep off my confusion but I suddenly jolt up as Mai infects my thoughts, I frown at the thought, where is that dumb bitch she. I haven’t seen her lurking in the palace, now I’m annoyed, does she still stay here as he tries to win me back? I hope fucking not. A soft knock interrupts my thoughts,”come in,”I yell out and the maid peeks her head through,”I can here to prepare you for the celebration my lady,”the all too familiar says as he prepares the bath and get my vanity ready. “Oh no, it’s alright. I can do it myself,”I laugh and wave her off but she insists to help and stay.

“I’m sorry my lady but the Firelord had asked me to assist you,”

“How about the rest?”she shakes her head no, why the special treatment Zuko, I sigh in defeat as I let the maid do her thing. I can’t discern what I’m feeling, it’s giving me a headache, I will just ignore it for now and deal with it when the time comes.

“You are all done, my lady. It was so nice to assist you again,”the maid smiles as she hairsprays my hair for the last time, I glance at myself in the mirror and Iooked really good, I smile at her and she bows before leaving. Another knock sounds in the room and this time it’s Sokka, who cleaned up well, “finally you’re ready. Come on get your ass out here,”he playfully scolds me, I walk over and take his outstretched arm,”but you look really beautiful (your name),”his eyes shining and I can’t help but flush in pink, “jeez don’t be like,”I slap his arm and we both laugh heading to the ballroom. It was no surprise that Fire Nation could throw a party, the ballroom was decorated lavishly with mountains upon mountains of food, reminds me of the days where I used to help in organising event like these. “May I have this dance, pretty lady,”Sokka bows jokingly and I play along accepting his hand as he guides us in a funny dance, embarrassing himself. I scan the room and it’s full of diplomats from other nations and the nobles of the Fire Nation, but no Mair or Zuko.

A hand taps my shoulder,”Can I take the lady for a dance,”his deep voice sends shivers down me, I turn to look at the man and he was as handsome as ever,”I don’t know, can you?”Sokka almost sneers at the Firelord but I squeeze his hand to calm him down,”it’s okay, Sokka. We’re friends now,”I smile but I don’t know if I meant it, Sokka let’s go and Zuko takes my hand. I awakwardly look around,”you look really beautiful tonight, I didn’t expect you to wear it,”he whispers in my ear and my face burns bright red,”uh I didn’t want it to go to waste, since you had it made,”I stammer, feeling flustered at his closeness, I step back a little but he pulls me closer to his body,”Zuko, we’re just friends,”I tell him as I attempt to move away again but he keeps his hand firm on me,”I know but just let me have this, I’ve missed being close to you,”my chest clenches and I grit my teeth I’ve missed it too,”but this is over stepping the line,”I tell him and he hesitantly lets me go, I stare at his eyes and they hold genuine sadness but I had to hold my ground.

“Can I take you for a walk outside?”I nod my head and he leads me out to the gardens, a place that was special to us,”where’s Mai?”I couldn’t help myself but ask, I needed to know for my sanity,”I’ve kicked her out, she’s ruined it all. you mean everything to me,”he looks out ahead of us, I almost felt sorry for him,”no, you’ve ruined it. It was decision at the end of the day,”I say truthfully and flinches, as much as it hurts this was the facts, he can’t fault anyone for what he chose to do. “I guess, I just can’t accept it. I couldn’t grasp that I’ve lost you l,”he sighs in defeat, he stops and turns to me. “Have you thought about us?”his voice shaky, grasping me arms for support,”I do,”I was honest, we needed this, we needed to settle.

“But, I don’t see us going back to each other,”it hurt me to say it but I continue,”a little part of me wants us to get back together Zuko, I just can’t do it. You’ve broken my trust and our relationship’s trust. It’ll take a lot of fixing,”tears fall from my eyes,”I know it will. I’m so sorry but I’m going to try my hardest to earn back your trust and love. Will you ever consider me again?,”he voice broken, I still love you. “No. Maybe in another lifetime,”I shake my head and his face falls but his eyes hold a new fire of determination. “It’s not a never, I won’t stop until my last breath,”he vows to me and I just stare at him, there’s no stopping Zuko if he’s set his heart in something,”we’ll just have to see,”I face the stars again, feeling slightly lighter and a little less sad, Zuko’s face holds a genuine happy and relieved facial expression.

“I’m going to work hard to earn your love and trust back. I will never again take my leave, I love you”

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m a s t e r l i s t

heyya! wow, i didn’t think i would do a part three, thank you for all the support and comments you’ve given me for this mini series. thank you to @itz-leaf-juice for requesting a third part, i hope you enjoyed it. this would most likely be the last or maybe i can whip up an epilogue but i’m not too sure yet. anyways if you enjoyed it leave a like and if you have any suggestions hmu in my dms, have a great day!

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It Was Always You

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Summary: James has always been in love with the reader, and decides that the incessant flirting with Lily Evans isn’t working, so he steps his jealousy game up a notch.

A/N: I’ve been gone for too long (sorry!!) but I loved writing this!! I need to work on the rest of the requests I have (sorry it’s taken so long, if anyone cares enough about excuses I have a whole wheelbarrow full). This is part of @wreckofawriter ‘s writing challenge! My trope was fake dating, but of course I couldn’t do it so cliched and had to have a little twist.

Wordcount: 2.9K

just harry.

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Forever and Always

The one where Y/n is getting married and it’s not to Harry.

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“Oh darling, you look so beautiful!” Anne smiled at me. “Harry would love to see you.”

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The white wedding dress complimented my figure perfectly, like I always wanted. My make-up was perfect, thanks to Lou. Everything was perfect so why wasn’t I happy?

“He should be here then.” I smiled sadly and Anne did as well.

Harry is my best friend since I can remember. Our mothers were best friends and so are we. We were born 2 months apart and he likes to think he is my big brother because of that. We’ve been there for each other for every important moment of our lives. I couldn’t imagine not having him around.

I looked at the silver bracelet on my wrist that he gave me on my 18th birthday and I use everyday since then.

x

“Fuck, I’m so drunk!” I giggled falling on my couch.

“You should be, love, it’s your birthday!” Harry fell on top of me. “I love you, happy birthday again.”

“I love you too, y’know?” I started playing with his hair. I wish he knew what I truly meant by those words. Cliche, isn’t it? Falling for your best friend.

“Oh, I forgot your gift!” He stood up again and ran to my bedroom, where his suitcase was. He came back a minute later, smiling with a special glim on his eyes. “I truly hope you like it.”

I opened the small box, finding a silver bracelet. The words “forever and always” were engraved on the inside of it.

“Harry…” I jumped on his lap, hugging him tight. “Thank you, I loved it.”

“I meant it. It’s me and you till the end.” He hugged me back, kissing my neck.

x

“He wanted to be here, you know?” Gemma asked. “It’s just…”

“I know, his job is more important.” I smiled sadly.

“It’s not that, Y/n. Harry would do absolutely anything for you. He just… It is complicated.”

Harry was my everything. My best friend and my soulmate. I think everybody thought we were going to be together in the end, me included.

But things doesn’t always happen the way we want it. Today is my wedding day and my best friend is not here. Not even as one of the guests, let alone as the groom. I already expect it after everything that happened in the last year.

x

“I like her a lot.” He smiled while telling me about his new girlfriend, Camille. “She is awesome.”

“I think you should take things easily, you know?” I grabbed the tequila bottle and poured myself a shot. “You have been in this place before and in the end it didn’t work.”

“You’re so optimist about my relationships, aren’t you?” He grabbed the bottle back. “But seriously, I think this time is different. I can feel it! You’ll know when you find the right person.”

“I know how you feel, Harry, but still… Be careful.”

We took the shot together and fell on the carpet of my house.

“Have you ever been in love?” He asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Yes.”

“With who?” He asked surprised.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does! Do I need to beat someone up for breaking your heart? You know I would…”

“No, you don’t and you wouldn’t. He’s just… not interested. It happens.” I shrugged looking at the ceilling.

“Who is he?” He curiously asked. I didn’t answer. How could I say ‘you’ without ruining everything?

“Y/n, tell me pleeeease” He could be persistent when he wanted. “I want to know who wouldn’t want you. You’re beautiful, hot and amazing. How could someone not want you?”

“You would be surprised, H.” I smiled sadly.

“Well, he’s an idiot!” He poured another shot and helped me up. “Here, let’s drink!”

After the second shot, he was hot and took his shirt off.

After the third, I was hot and decided to do the same.

After the fourth, we were kissing.

We didn’t need a fifth shot to move to the bedroom.

x

That night, I had sex with my best friend for the first time and I can say it was the best night of my life.

The following morning was the first time in our life he didn’t answer one of my texts.

“Can you guys see how is everything outside?” I asked looking at my reflection. “I’m almost ready here, don’t worry.”

“Sure we can, sweety.” Anne took Gemma’s hand and they left the room. My mom and dad were probably somewhere making sure everything was in place.

I sat down and took my phone. Not a single text from him.

x

“Why are you bloody ignoring me?” I asked once he picked up after my several attempts in talking to him.

“I was busy.” He mumbled.

“No, you’re not. Tell me the truth, Harry. Is it because of what happened between us?”

“Fuck, of course it is. We’re best friends, Y/n, I don’t know what happened! And there is Camille and… Can we please forget that happened? It was a huge mistake.”

Ouch.

“You know… What makes me even more angry at this whole situation is that you didn’t talk to me before! I’m your best friend, Harry, you know you can tell me everything and yet you thought it was ok to ignore me because we had sex? Look, fine, I’ll forget everything. Just don’t fuck ignore me again!”

“Y/n…”

I hung up before he could say anything else. I don’t know what hurt the most: the “huge mistake” or the ignoring part.

I needed to forget. Forget that night and him.

I dialed Holly’s number.

“Hey, bitch, how can I help?” She answered.

“I need to drink.”

“Good, because I was thinking the same thing. Let’s go out tonight. Is Harry coming?”

“We’re not in good terms right now.”

“You guys are very stubborn. You’re going to marry him one day, y’know?”

“Not likely. See you at Joe’s tonight, at 8?”

“Of course. I’ll be the one asking for drinks and flirting with the bartender. See ya.”

x

Well, a lot changed in this past year. Harry got serious with Camille and I met Daniel the same night I went out with my cousin, Holly. He was different and a breath of fresh air after been in love with Harry for so long.

We got along well and with Harry’s distance it was almost easy to forget that night and focus on Daniel. I spent 3 months just enjoying Daniel’s company before Harry decided to get in touch again. Apparently he was traveling and writing his album or something.

He was still my best friend, but things weren’t the same. I introduced him to Daniel and I could see that he didn’t like him the moment he heard “boyfriend” come out of my mouth. He was single again, so it was a very awkward date, just me, Daniel and Harry.

Things got worse after Daniel proposed.

x

“Hey!” He answered on the 2nd ring. “I was about to call you. Mom wants to know if you’re coming for Gem’s birthday.”

“Yeah, of course. Are you driving there?”

“Yeah, tomorrow. Do you wanna go?”

“Sure, I’ll just let Dan know.”

“Of course.” I could almost feel him rolling his eyes. “Is he coming?”

“No, he has some meetings here this week. But it’s going to be good, because I actually want to talk to you about something.”

“Is everything ok?”

“Sure, everything great. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 8, ‘k?”

“I’ll be ready.”

x

The day of the trip was so good. He showed me some of his new songs and for the first time in months it was like nothing changed between us. He was smiling more, so happy to see his family. I was happy as well, because this way I could also see my parents, who lived right beside Anne.

x

“I’m so happy you guys made it in time! Y/n, your parentes are already here!” Anne hugged me and her son and took us to the living room. I was nervous to take my gloves off and show the ring, specially because things were so good in the car that I didn’t have the courage to tell Harry about the news.

“Hey, now I remembered, you said you had something to tell me… What is it?” He held me in place before we could enter the living room.

“Oh yeah… Look, this may be a surprise but I’m…”

“Where’s my little bride?” I heard my mom ask. She showed up right behind us, making us turn. “Darling, let me hug you! I can’t believe you are growing up so fast!”

She hugged me tight and I looked at Harry’s confused face. “Bride?” he mouthed.

I took the glove off and showed him my ring. He looked not only surprised, but hurt.

“You’re getting married?” He whispered.

“Yeah, she is. Can you believe, love? She is getting so big, right? I’ll ask Anne if she has champagne.” My mom went back to the living room, too excited to notice how things were tense in that small hallway.

“He proposed 2 nights ago.” I whispered. “I didn’t want to tell you over the phone. That’s what I had to tell you.”

“You’re getting married.” He whispered again.

“Yeah.”

“Why? Y/n, it is too soon!” He was hurt but I didn’t know why.

“He’s good to me, Harry.”

“I don’t fucking care, it is too soon!”

“Fuck, Harry, can’t you be happy for me? You said yourself that night that any guy would be lucky to have me. He wants me, H, and he makes me happy.”

“He’s just… This is not right and I don’t know why!” His hands were pulling his hair.

“Well, I get it that you’re surprised and confused, but I hope you can be happy for me. I’ll be in the living room.”

I turned and bumped into Gemma.

“Happy birthday!” I tried to be as happy as I could, but I knew she heard our conversation.

“Thanks. Just go ahead, I just need to take some glasses from the kitchen.” She turned to her brother. “Can you help me with that?”

He nodded and went to the kitchen without sparing me a second glance.

Gemma followed him, worry very evident in her pretty face.

x

“You are beautiful.” I heard a deep voice whisper. I turned around to be met by Harry himself.

“What are you doing here? You said you were in Japan.” I was confused and happy at the same time.

“Just got here. I had to see you before you become Mrs. Wood.”

He was wearing black jeans and a black jumper. That’s how I knew he was not gonna stay for the wedding.

“You’re not staying.” I whispered, pointing to his clothes.

“No.” He smiled sadly. “I can’t.”

I nodded. “Another recording session?”

“No, I just can’t see you getting married to someone else.”

“What?” I looked into his eyes and I could see tears starting to pool.

“I always heard we were going to end up together. I guess I just always believed that.” He pointed at the bracelet. “I was sure you were my end game.”

“No, you didn’t.” Anger was starting to creep in.

“I’m in love with you since I can remember,Y/n.” He admited. “But I was too afraid of ruining everything we had.”

“Harry, shut up.”

“No, you need to listen to this. The night we had sex… That was the best night of my life. But I was stupid and felt bad for Camille. I didn’t want to distance myself, but I was confused, Y/n. For the first time in my life, I had you. I was yours for one night and the feeling fucking scared me!” Two tears rolled down his face. “I was so in love with you that it would kill me if you didn’t feel the same. I was scared of rejection and I pulled back. Holly told me you met a guy the same night we fought over the phone. I was hurt and that’s why I stayed with Camille. But fucking hell, Y/n, I never really thought you would marry him!”

“What did you think? That I would wait for you? Wait for something that I didn’t know if it was ever gonna happen?” My voice was harsh and he knew I was angry. “H, I love you since I can remember. You always had me and you didn’t do anything about it. That night… Fuck, I told you I was in love with someone and 20 minutes later we’re moaning on my bed, who the hell did you think I was talking about?! I’ve been here, waiting for you to bloody notice me and say something!”

“Don’t get marry, please.” He whispered. “Please.”

“You knew this day would come for the last 6 months, Harry. My family is outside. Daniel is outside. Fuck, even your family is outside! Why didn’t you say something before?”

“I-I…” He sobbed. “I lost my chance, didn’t I?

“I couldn’t wait for you forever, H.” I was full sobbing now and I knew I would have to call Lou back in here to fix this mess on my face.

But who would fix the mess in my head and heart?

“I understand.” He took a few steps until he was right in front of me. “I’m sorry I was a coward and didn’t say anything before. I want you to be happy, love.”

He smiled sadly through the tears and held my face. I didn’t stop him and his lips met mine before I could even think about how wrong it was.

If it was so wrong, why did it feel so right?

“You’re beautiful. Dan is a lucky guy.” He kissed my forehead and turned to leave. He stopped at the door and I knew if he asked me to go with him, I would. “I’ll ask Lou to come fix your make-up.”

He left the room and I fell to the floor, sobbing my heart out. That’s where my dad found me a few seconds later.

“Oh honey…” He hugged me. We stayed there for a few minutes until I could calm down.

“I saw him leave.” He whispered in my hair. “You don’t have to get married, you know?”

“What?” I looked up.

“Honey, if you truly love Daniel, I’ll be right here to take you to him. But you don’t truly love him, do you?”

“He’s such a good guy, dad. He makes me laugh and he loves me.”

“But he’s not Harry. Honey, that boy was stupid as hell to not realize how in love with you he was before. We all knew, but we decided to leave to you guys to figure it out. I’m your dad, I just want you to be happy. And for that to happen, you need to follow your heart. What does it say?”

-

“Hey, your dad said you wanted to talk to me.” Daniel said, entering the room covering his eyes. “Is everything ok?”

“Dan…” I took his hands out of his eyes and smiled sadly.

“Is Harry, right?” He smiled sadly. “I’m not gonna lie, I was kind of waiting for this to happen. Doesn’t make it easier, though.”

“I’m so so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Y/n. I knew you were in love with him the moment I met him. The way you looked at him, and the way he looked at you… You can’t hide that type of love. I didn’t know why you were with me if you loved him that much, but I guess I was hoping that it would pass and you would fall for me.”

“Dan, I…”

“Don’t say you’re sorry again. I understand. I’ll talk to everybody outside, don’t worry.” He smiled, a genuine happy smile. “I’m so happy for you. It was best you realized now and not after we got married. Go after him and be happy, darling. I’ll be ok, I promise you.”

I hugged him tight. “You deserve the world, Dan. I hope you can find the one for you soon, because you truly deserve to be happy.”

He laughed and hugged me back. “Thank you.”

I let go and went straight to the door. As soon as opened, I bumped into Gemma.

“Is everything ok?” She asked worried after seeing my face. “Why are you crying?”

“Take her to your brother, Gem.” Dan said. “I have to talk to everybody else.”

“Really?” She asked me confused, but I could see the glow in her eyes.

“You drive.” I smiled and started to run in the direction of the exit.

xx

“This is all my fucking fault!” I heard his sobs as soon as I opened the door. Gemma look at me worried. “If I had said something before, she wouldn’t be getting married right now.”

“Harry, calm down, please.” I heard Nick’s voice. “You’re gonna have an asthma attack!”

I turned the hallway to the living room and faced the two men in the living room. Harry was on the floor, sobbing into his hands, and Nick was standing looking worried for his friend.

Nick looked at me and smiled.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down, girl.” He smiled and his comment was enough to make Harry turn.

“Let’s go, Nick.” Gemma called him, heading to the door.

“Right behind you.” He followed fast, but stopped by my side. “Don’t let him ruin anything.”

“He won’t.” I smiled at the confused boy on the floor.

They left and I ran to Harry, falling on his lap. He hugged me tight and kissed my neck. We stood like that for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“Please stay. Don’t leave me, please!” he was starting to calm down.

“I won’t.”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything before. I love you, Y/n. I love you with everything in me. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-I…”

I kissed him. And the doubts I may have had coming here, they were erased as soon as he kissed me back.

I pulled back and smiled at him.

“I love you too, you know? Don’t leave me ever again.”

“I won’t.” He hugged me, hiding his face on my neck.

“Forever and always?” I asked holding his hand.

“Forever and always, my love.”

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Y/N finds out Harry is sexually inexperienced.

Summary: Y/N invites Harry over for a movie night, and when a sex scenes rolls across the screen, Harry begins to stir in his pants, which leads to… well, you know.

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Part one.

Part two.

If there was anything Y/N learned the past years she’d been dabbling in this industry, was that those who survived were those with the thickest mask. No matter what kind of personal turmoil was in the way, unless it’s something to market, it would be meticulously tucked away. So tidy and pristine as if these people had two faces: one for the world and one for themselves.

Harry, especially, was a master of this sort of mind trick. No one really knew how he truly felt behind his charming rockstar persona. He was always so smiley and friendly even in a horrendous day. His extraordinary composure in the public’s eye really was his strongest suit and no one really doubted he would ever cross that lifelong built-up image. (Except that one time he blew up in front of Y/N and ruined her entire career).

So it wasn’t a surprise when Harry came with the warmest attitude to the show venue that day. People would scream his name and he would politely reply with a gentle, ‘How are you?’ even when he didn’t get a wink of sleep the past few nights, overthinking that moment the love of his life slammed her door closed, but this time it might be for good.

He did doze off for a while as he waited for Y/N to miraculously reopen the door and take him back that night, only to find her superintendent waking him up as it was already three in the morning and him curling up by her doorway got her neighbors worried that he might be a homeless person.

“Go home, son,” the super helped him up. “Give her some time.”

He complied. That’s how desperate he was: he took an advice from a superintendent because he simply didn’t know how to fix this mess himself.

He was exhausted and diluted. But no one could see over the dazzling black suits that somehow highlighted his dimples. No one but Y/N.

Y/N knew the moment he walked to the backstage, he immediately put his shades on which meant he must’ve gotten pretty dark circles under his eyes. Y/N also knew the moment he decided to take a small break just right before going on stage, people thought he needed a wee when he must’ve needed a time off before performing, something he did when he felt overwhelmed or not in the right mood. And of course Y/N noticed the moment he just nodded politely to his ex girlfriend, to which she just blatantly ignored, meant he really was finished with her—if he was still smitten, he would be pining over how beautiful she looked in that couture lingerie.

She couldn’t fathom how much she hated herself for knowing this much about Harry. And it made her so angry at herself because it just showed how much she still loved him but at the same time she still couldn’t trust him. She was in so much agony.

She had fun though, taking pictures of the lovely models before they took the runway like badasses that they were. She had the best time of her life in the hasty backstage. The rush and adrenaline just pumped her inspiration up.

That was until Harry started performing. Her eyes were glued to the TV screen right above the vanity and so did the many pairs of eyes in that room. Everyone was captivated by the energy Harry exuded on that runway. He really was a star, even brighter than the gorgeous supermodels.

“He changed the song last minute. Just the last song, though,” Y/N heard the crew whispering right behind her, as if they’re afraid the news would freak everyone out.

“What? Why?” one of them exclaimed but was immediately shushed by the others.

“I don’t know. Famous people are weird as fuck,” the other one snapped.

That, she agreed.

“What about the models? How are they supposed to walk unrehearsed to the new music?”

“He said the tempo is the same so it’s still pretty much as rehearsed. Just different melody or something,” the crew took a collective deep nervous breath. “You know our boss knew and agreed—dude must’ve been very charming.”

“Of course, he’s Harry fucking Styles.”

Y/N was nervous for Harry. He could ruin this whole show and definitely his own career with such impromptu decision. Well, maybe not as plummeting as hers at that time, but he would be slandered if he didn’t nail this. Why would he risk his unblemished reputation when his previous set list was just perfect as it was?

Then it hit her.

The intro was way too familiar for her to miss. The piano subtly kicked in, spotlight fell into the first model who professionally hid her own confusion of the song change. Then suddenly the whole band started playing and Harry came running to the stage with his glorious charisma and sang his heart out.

It was Rolling Stones’ She’s A Rainbow. It was their song. He changed it to their song.

Y/N still couldn’t believe the length Harry actually went for her when suddenly she saw his supermodel ex entered the runway. Her face couldn’t hide it: she was excited because according to her claim, it was their first date song instead. She looked… prepared for Harry to do this grand gesture to her.

Harry knew this time would come, that his ex would walk exactly as he tried to confess to Y/N. He tried to dodge away when she tried to nudge his cheek playfully, just like the other models did, but it happened. And the whole crowd cheered since they thought they were still together.

So he did the only thing that crossed his mind, that would put an end to this love triangle once and for all. As he hit the chorus, he stared at the camera knowing Y/N would watch it from the backstage TV.

“She comes in colours everywhere, she combs her hair. She’s like a rainbow!” he exclaimed. “Coming, colours everywhere. Oh, Y/N… She comes in colours!”

There. He said it. Her name was immortalized in his performance tonight and probably forever because it’s broadcasted live worldwide and he’s Harry Styles.

A loud gasp left Y/N’s mouth and she could see from the TV how his ex was just as surprised but remained posing and smiling so widely as if her grin would hide the unpleasant surprise in her eyes. When she walked back, she didn’t try to tease Harry. Instead she just strode pass him like he didn’t exist.

What happened next was a blur. It was an absolute shock for Y/N and maybe the whole world who all seemed to put Harry’s enigmatic love life under microscope. She went on autopilot mode while doing her job because apparently his fans found their photo together and pointed out that she was the girl Harry sang for and bombarded her phone notifications into overheating. Because of that, his ex girlfriend apparently realized who she was and came up to her. She asked Y/N what exactly happened between her and Harry in a not-so-friendly tone but Y/N was just as confused. She barely answered when the supermodel had to get back to the runway for the closing walk.

This sudden attention directed solely to her was too overwhelming.

She hated being the center of attention. Well, she loved it when it’s about her work but certainly not for this reason. And she wasn’t exactly mad at his gesture too. In fact, it was kind of sweet knowing how outrageous the thing he just did. But she just didn’t know how she felt towards him as a person. Should she forgive him just because he proclaimed his love whilst risking his career for her? Should they start over knowing he could easily betray her trust again?

When Harry finished his setlist, which was spectacular to say the least, he ran to the backstage. He needed to see Y/N but she wasn’t there. He checked everywhere and she was nowhere to be found. He made an appearance to the after party at some exclusive nightclub with only intention to find Y/N, but she wasn’t there either. He wanted to find her but he just didn’t where to start.

Did she need more time? How much more?

“What the fuck was that?” his ex walked up to him as he slurped a glass of apple juice by the bar.

“An apple juice,” he said nonchalantly, not really focusing his thoughts on her.

“No, I know what that is,” she rolled her eyes. “I mean what was that back on the runway? Did you do something behind my back with that girl?”

Harry just sighed. “We dated after you dumped me last year.”

“What? Don’t you remember what she did to me?” she lingered her hands on her hips as if stressing her importance.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “What exactly did she do to you?”

“You know, she… She—“ she tried to mutter some words but it failed to come out because now that she repeated the toe stepping incident in her mind, she herself realized how ridiculous the whole thing was—just plain irritating, ol’ A-list celeb stereotypical antic.

“Thought so too,” Harry mumbled to himself.

And with that suddenly it was crystal clear. He really couldn’t even see what he used to see in this woman. She was not kind, maybe she was in her own version of life that was filled with fame, but not kind enough to treat other people respectfully. And the fact that he changed himself to accommodate that behaviour, run back to her, beg for her love, and leave Y/N who actually helped him find his old self back—it all made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t let Y/N slip, not again.

Harry quickly said goodbye and made his way to Y/N’s apartment. He knocked so hard, so ferociously that if her super didn’t come out and stop him he could’ve broken the door.

“Please, it’s really late,” the superintendent tried his best to hide his anger.

“Sorry, I just really…” Harry tried to catch a breath.

“She’s not home yet,” he informed Harry. “For fuck’s sake maybe she really did need some time, don’t you think?”

Harry nodded.

Then it struck him like a lightning. She must’ve been thinking and there’s only one place she’d go to in the entire world.

Harry sprung after thanking the super and almost got hit by a car twice on his way. He didn’t even know why he was such in a rush, he just needed to find her as soon as possible. He couldn’t bare to lose her again even for just another second.

Running through the winter air really wasn’t the most fun exercise especially when Harry wasn’t dressed for one. But when he saw her there, it all paid off.

It was the garden where they used to have spontaneous picnics under the stars. It was always her favorite place to pace down, and most of the times it was with Harry. She even used to say that she wanted to be burried there when she died. That’s how Harry knew she’d be there.

No one was there but her, the portable turntable they used to bring, and the shared blanket they used to snuggle in.

Harry walked slowly to her but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were closed and he could hear the muffled melody from her headphone—she must’ve played it on maximum volume to shut the world out, it’s her thing that he just got used to overtime.

She still didn’t realize as Harry sat next to her. He didn’t dare to sneak into the blanket although he could freeze to death. He didn’t want to scare her off again. He just wanted to be there, to see her enjoying her own little world that he was once in, looking like the sweetest creature he’d ever seen.

Harry sat there for almost half an hour, exchanging his stare back and forth from the beautiful winter sky to Y/N. He craved to be a part of her world again yet the harsh winter just kept testing him. It didn’t take long before he started sneezing so awfully that it surprised Y/N so much she jumped from her very comfortable position.

“Harry?! What—“ she saw his red nose and shivering body, and immediately pulled him into her blanket.

She hurriedly untied her scarf, wrapped it around his neck, and grabbed his hands so he’d be warm. And Harry just couldn’t stop thinking, why on earth did he ever leave this amazing person who cared about him just as much as herself?

“Are you warm now? Oh my God, Harry, I am so mad at you!” she screamed but he knew it was of worry. “This is the coldest winter. Don’t you see the news? Are you out of your mind?”

“Yes,” he whispered in between his shivers.

“What?” she asked as she began letting go of Harry’s hands but he gripped her thumbs like a baby, not wanting to lose touch of her.

“I just g-go…” he gulped. “I go crazy without you. Please, come back to me. I’m sorry I’m an asshole.”

She sighed. They just stared at each other but Harry knew she was thinking. There was love in her eyes, but so were fear and anger and doubts. He understood her hesitation, though, so he just savored this moment with their hands clasped together under the moonlight that might be their last, hoping it would never end.

“You really hurt me a lot,” she said lowly.

He could only stare down. He knew he didn’t deserve another chance with her after everything he did, but he wished he could show her that everything would be different. After all, he really knew for sure how he felt now. There’s no room for second guessing in him, no more supermodel first love, just Y/N.

“But you made me happy too,” she said it almost like a mock to herself. “Happiest I’ve ever been in my whole life. Now I’m the crazy one.”

He couldn’t believe what he’d heard that his gaze immediately went up to see her pressing her lips just like she always did when she tried to hold back a smile. He really loved the little things about her, all of them.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“You’re gonna have to work very hard to hear those words from me,” she answered.

His cheeky smile just lit up, showing off his dimples. “You don’t have to, I already know you do.”

“You’re on a fucking thin ice here,” she frowned.

But Harry didn’t care. He knew she loved him so much and that would always be enough even when she never wanted say it.

“That was one bold move at the show,” she removed the headphone jack from the portable turntable and put it on speaker.

“So that wins you over?” he gently laid on his back and opened his arms as if asking her for a cuddle.

There was still lack of trust in her movement considering it had been months since they even touched each other but when she finally laid inside his warm embrace, it just felt as pleasant as it used to, if not better. Harry couldn’t even describe his feelings at this moment—he was just… home.

“That and the warning my super gave me lately,” she answered lightly. “About a tall man with a lot of tattoos sleeping on my doorway.“

“Such a tattle-tale,” he rolled his eyes.

She just chuckled. Oh how Harry missed her laugh.

“I love this song,” he said as Neil Young’s Harvest Moon played from the turntable.

They both remembered that day she finally let him in, she played this song too. But they didn’t say anything. They were just enjoying each other’s warmth as Neil Young kept serenading them.

She could feel him nuzzling her hair, a little habit he always did when they’re cuddling and she obviously missed the past months they’re apart. She knew they would need a lot of struggle to rebuild this but she was sure the moment Harry held her hands tightly and put them inside his coat pockets, that he wouldn’t let go again. With them, it’s always the small things.

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Harry has always struggled with finding the place that fit him best. London was nice because it was similar to where he grew up and close to family, but it didn’t hold his heart. The states were just so different from what he was used to and so far from family. It held the appeal of Malibu and everything Los Angeles has to offer. He always spent his time bouncing between the two.

That is until he met Y/n.

She came into his life as a force of nature, smiling and changing every fiber of him as she went. Harry knew that he had to talk to her or he would regret it until the day he died.

—

(Harry’s POV)

I can’t tear my eyes away from her even if I were lit on fire, I’m sure of it. She is throwing her entire body into the music, her eyes closed as she’s entranced in it. She doesn’t care what she looks like, but dances with how she feels. I’m in awe of the energy she’s providing. The club scene has never been my favorite, especially in L.A but I know if she were always here I would never leave.

She finally opens her eyes and they meet mine instantly. It’s as if she knew I was staring. She could feel it in her soul like the way mine is right now. I feel my cheeks heat up, but I smirk at her completely unashamed. Her dancing doesn’t even falter for a second as she winks before turning back to her friend.

She spins around, jumping around occasionally to the beat. The light shines on her perfectly. I’m sure I’m not the only one in this club that recognizes there’s an angel on the dancefloor tonight. She throws her head back in laughter at something the friend said and all I can wonder is if I could make her laugh like that.

She makes me want to get up and leave the VIP section, which I’ve never done to catch the name of a girl. I don’t know if I can go much longer without knowing her first name. Against my better judgement, I leave the higher up VIP area and wonder down to the dancefloor. It’s warmer down here with all of the lights and the bodies, it takes me a few minutes for me to find the mystery girl. Once I do, it’s like my feet glue me to the ground. I don’t know what I would say to the girl that I think might plague my every thought for the rest of my life.

“And he leaves his kingdom to come down and join the peasants.” A voice yells closely. My eyes refocus as my attention is pulled to the Mystery girl now in front of me.

“Is that what you think of me being up there?” I ask, mustering the courage to speak to her. I don’t think a person has ever had this affect on me, not like this. Her sass is even more intriguing.

“What? Do most girl you eye-fuck just come right up to you begging to sit with you in VIP?”

“That’s not what I was- eye-fuck?” I chuckle.

“You have been eye-fucking me all night.” She smirks and takes a few steps closer to me. Her breath fans across my cheek. “It’s alright though, I don’t blame you.”

The confidence.

“Wow.” I roll my eyes, I can’t let her know she’s right.

“Bullseye. You know I actually thought you might be different, though it’s rare, I am wrong sometimes.”

She starts to walk away, but as if my body is acting for itself now I grab her upper arm and pull her back.

“Different how?” You don’t even know me?”

“Don’t I? I see the appeal for you, Harry Styles.”

She knows who I am!

“The girl who isn’t fawning over you, I’m not drooling. I’m just some girl. You don’t know her story.” She smiles, “But trust me, I’d only break your heart.”

“I think you already are.” I tease, causing her to smile, “Can I at least get a first name, Mystery Heartbreaker?”

“Ooh, I quite like that. It’s fitting. It sounds like a song title if you ask me.”

And just like that, she disappeared from my grasp and the dancefloor. Unfortunately, she didn’t leave my head however. For weeks I had lyrics inspired by her floating around my head until I finally sat down in the studio and put everything together. I even went back to the club one night hoping to see her, but she never showed.

“Harry, where is this coming from? The album was nearly finished.” Mitch asks, tuning his guitar as we record the final take.

“I was inspired. I feel now that the album is incomplete without this on it. We still have a few weeks until the release, just enough to add this.”

The song is one I am very proud of, it’s one I’m sure performing will be outrageous in the best way possible.

I’m sure she’s proud somewhere. The tracklist was released today, the last song being simply titled Mystery Heartbreaker. She was right, it’s a great title.

It didn’t take much time after that for the album to be released. I wonder if she listened to it? She came across it and had the curiosity to see what I had written about her. It took me months to find out the answer to that question.

“We’re back in our city!” Mitch announces with a cheer. I’m sure he’s happy to be back in Los Angeles. We first performed the album here at the Forum and now we’re back.

I can faintly hear Jenny Lewis’ voice echoing through the stadium. This year has flown by. It’s hard to believe 2020 is already more than half over. I hear Jenny on her last song, we’re close to showtime. We all make our way towards where we make our entrance. I smirk hearing the fans get louder in the dark. They’re just waiting in anticipation, it builds and builds until the first note of Light’s Up begins. The lights come on and we kick off the night.

It flies by and I’m sweating, the energy is absolutely amazing tonight. Every night on tour so far has been great, but there’s something about tonight. Being here, I can feel that I’m performing better.

It’s one of our slower ballads from the new album, I finally slow down and look around the audience. I read a couple signs and smile. My gaze dances across all of the faces in the pit that I can see. Faces filled with joy, tears, excitement, until finally a proud smirk. A smirk I have been thinking about for months. Her smirk only widens once she catches my stare.

I finish the rest of the song, my eyes unwillingly drift to hers. It kills me knowing that I hadn’t seen her until this moment in the night. I know what I need to get off of my chest. The finale, which it has been all tour is Mystery Heartbreaker, the powerhouse that the fans have grown to love. Every night I’ve sung it, my mind going back to when I met her. I know tonight I have to give it my all since she’s here. She came to my show.

“Alright, our night has come to an end unfortunately, but I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming tonight. We have one more song-”

The crowd becomes defaning, they know what song remains. I glance to the woman and she’s laughing looking at the audience reaction.

“This next one is called Mystery Heartbreaker. I would also like to announce that we are in the presence of the Mystery Heartbreaker herself, so lets make it a good one.”

I’m sure that my bandmates are surprised to find out the woman that they ask endless questions about is here tonight, but before they can we start. The beat kicks off and I can say that the entire four minutes of the song were euphoric. I feed off of the energy that the crowd gives me. I know that I am adding more to it, knowing that she’s watching my every move.

I glance down to find her, and it’s just like the night all those months ago all over again. She is throwing her entire body into the music, completely enchanted by the music while I’m completely enchanted by her.

The night ends all too soon. I don’t know how to find her, it’s not like I can just walk back out there to ask for her number. The band and I go back to our big green room with all of the food and a few others hanging out while our equipment gets packed up.

“She was here tonight?” Clare asks, smacking my shoulder. She almost makes me drop my water bottle.

“Yeah.” I nod with a laugh.

“Did you know she was going to be here?” Mitch asks.

“No clue. I just saw her face looking back at me from the pit. And it’s killing me because I don’t know how I’m supposed to find her.”

“If she wanted to find you, she would.”

As if on cue and God had really blessed me, a knock on the doorway rings out. My head snaps in the direction.

“John?” I ask, the head of security is standing in the doorway.

“I have a woman here claiming to my Mystery Heartbreaker.” He looks over his shoulder and doesn’t look so sure of himself.

“It could be any fan, you said she was here tonight.” Adam says, stepping in.

“Let her in.”

“Are you sure?” John asks, making sure.

“Just let her be.” I insist.

“Well that’s awfully high-handed of you.” She comments as a tease. “I’m glad you didn’t just kick me out.”

It’s her. Up close and real.

“You know I couldn’t do that to you.”

“I would introduce you, but I still don’t know your name.” I smirk. It makes her smile.

“So you’re the girl we’ve been singing about for months?” Mitch asks, stepping closer to meet her.

“That would be me, but Mystery Heartbreaker seems a bit formal, you can just call me Y/n.”

Y/n. I finally know her name.

“Y/n.” I say her name out loud for the first time.

“That would be me.” She smiles.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk.”

She waves goodbye to my bandmates over her shoulder as I usher her out. We walk around the arena backstage.

“So, you came to my show.” I smirk, looking down at her as we keep walking.

“I did. I kind of felt that I had to once you released a song about me.” She smirks right back, unwavering. “I just kept hearing you on the radio sing about how amazing I am, and I figured coming here is the least I could do.”

She teases so effortlessly. I stop and trap her between me and the wall. She’s unfazed and still smirking up at me.

“Hey!” I groan with a laugh. “I didn’t think I was going to ever see you again, and I have to say you left quite the impression.”

“Apparently. I thought maybe I should give you a second chance.”

“Really?” I lean in closer.

“Really, but you should be warned, this offer only lasts for tonight.”

“Well then, what are we waiting for.”

We go back towards my dressing room so I can change into something more comfortable and casual. We decide to go out for drinks.

“So what does the Harry Styles do for fun?” She asks, spinning her straw around her finger.

“Wow, are we to the ‘get to know you’ part of the night?” I tease.

“Something like that.” She shrugs.

“Well, I like to write music obviously. I spend a lot of time in the studio when I’m not touring.”

“But what do you do for you? Just you, no one else. Something that’s fun and selfish.”

It takes me several seconds to think of what I could answer for this.

“I paint my nails.” I flatten my hands on the table to get a good look at the colors on my nails this week, “I know it’s not a traditionally masculine thing to do, but it brings my joy.”

“That’s a good answer. The colors suit you by the way.” She admires the colors, her fingers lightly trace over the rings while she looks.

“Are all men as entranced with you as I seem to be?”

The question seems to catch her off guard, her hands falter for a second as her eyes shoot up to meet mine.

“That depends, how entranced are you? I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever had a song written about me before. Definitely not one sung in front of thousands of people. But who knows, as we’ve said, I make a good first impression.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, you did say that you would break my heart. Do you still think that?” I ask, leaning in closer across the table.

“I don’t know. I definitely could do some damage, but I don’t think I want to.”

“Really? You’ve had a change of heart?” I reach my hand forward to join hers.

“Hmm, you could definitely say that.”

I can tell she’s slightly scared. She’s always been so confident in my encounters with her, a relationship is new territory.

“This is going to be fun, you’re already almost in love with me.” She teases.

“Oh lord, what have I gotten myself into?” I ask, rolling my eyes as a joke.

“One of the best things of both our lives.” She smiles.

Before I know it, she’s leaning over to connect our lips in a blissful kiss. I have dreamt of her lips many nights before, but nothing could ever compare to the real thing. The feeling of her fingers in my hair, her cheek soft under my thumb.

“Alright Styles, let’s give this a go.”

-

Things couldn’t be better between Y/n and I now. The first two months had a few hiccups, it took awhile for her to let me in completely. Once she did, I couldn’t ask for a greater love. I never believed it when people said that ‘you’ll know when it’s real love’ until she said those three words to me.

It’s been over three years since we officially started dating. We’ve been through so much together at this point, it’s weird to think of a time before her. I was happy to tell the fans that she was no longer a mystery nor a heartbreaker. She happily became a new muse for me in a thousand other songs which fans loved picking up on.

“Wow, both of my girls out here talking about me.” I mutter, noticing Y/n and my own mother whispering about me at the kitchen counter over cups of tea.

“Well obviously, I have to complain about you to someone.” Y/n giggles.

“I’m moving out.” I tease, our banter still going at this point in our relationship.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind when I go back to my secret lover.” She teases, her mischievous smirk making an appearance. She presses a kiss to my temple before walking out of the room to give me some time with my mom. It’s been a while since we’ve come to visit.

“She really is the perfect one for you.” My mom smiles, watching Y/n leave to go outside with the dogs. Y/n happily taking them out, she’s been complaining about wanting one for awhile.

“She definitely keeps me on my toes.” I smile, looking at her run around outside. She’s still got that childlike spirit as she falls over laughing, the dogs piling over her. She gives me goosebumps and butterflies still. She’s always kept me guessing, but I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone. 

She brought my soul home to Los Angeles. I never found completely at home in a place until I was in her arms. She made is so I could live anywhere and be perfectly happy, as long as she was there with me. She’s my angel that still enchants me daily. 

To me, Y/n is home. 

As I grip the velvet box in my pants pocket, all I can hope is that I can be the same for her.  

IMAGINE - Y/N is an actress and one day she totally starts to fangirl about MGK on Twitter/IG and then Colson sees it.. 👀