*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar*
The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music.
Along w...
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Summary: From the Beachwood Café to a confessing interview to Harry's Malibu beach house, Harry and reader only seem to complicate things more.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. sorry for the super long wait !!! oopsies
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Warning: language, smut
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***July 17, 1978***
It had been a while since your body felt such an intense rush of nerves. The jitters in your fingers.
You were unsure of what to do when you'd see him. What the boundaries were. How to greet one another: a hug, handshake, peck on the cheek, a wave.
But the moment you stepped into the Beachwood Café and saw the man with brown hair sitting at a small table and fingers dazzling in rings as they toyed with a glass, completely oblivious to your presence as his attention focused on the people walking outside, you knew what to do.
"Harry," you softly chirped with the flutter of your heart.
His familiar green eyes instantly turned to look at you.
Just as you strode towards the man, Harry stood up. Your arms looped around his neck, and his arms looped around your back. A tight hug.
As if you were greeting an old friend.
"Your hair," you gasped, standing back and your fingers immediately feeling his short strands. "It's short."
"I know," Harry softly chuckled.
"I can't... I can't remember it ever being this short. It's even shorter than when we met for the first time," you shared.
You and Harry felt as if you were being tugged back to that night in the bar. Before your life and his had changed together.
Silence as the two of you stood there. Your hands framing his face. His eyes on yours.
"It's good to see you," Harry whispered, before clearing his throat and making the moment anymore intimate. "The coffee's out, I guess. So I ordered you a hot tea." Harry directed his hand at the table to show you the beverages as the two of you sat down across from one another.
"Oh, thank you-"
"But if you don't want it, I also got you an iced tea. And a water-"
"This is all good, thank you, Harry," you softly chuckled.
