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faithless love.

harry swore he would not fall for y/n.

she is only in her youth, enjoying the carefree life. she was a college graduate, pursuing her dream job of being a fashion designer. she knows it's not easy to get to work with world's favourite rockstar, harry styles. but all she knows is that she is always thankful and grateful for whatever she did in her previous life.

she was loved by all the crew members. sara, mitch, adam and everyone working with harry. she is charming, considerate and caring for others. she is always willing to help those who are struggling with carrying tour bags and makeup pouches.

her excitable and polite nature made a way into the hearts of all the people who knew her. she is willing to make others happy rather than herself, she puts her friends and family before her.

she is a reserved person. she keeps her thoughts and feelings to herself. usually, she would be blabbering on how her co-workers did her dirty, or how her ex-best friend ditched her because she said that her soon-to-be boyfriend was a fuckboy despite having all the evidence.

but as time passed, silence grew so did she. she wouldn't utter a word when someone of the crew member says something that would hurt her heart, she would just laugh it off.

deep down, her fragile heart would ache. she never trusted anyone in the world to share her thoughts (except her mum of course). she feared that they would, one day, turn against her and make her feel absolute shitty for feeling an emotion, that is necessary to make you, a human.

harry was in awe with her. she might not be a model-like type, but she can be one.

her passion for career, how precisely she does her work, how organized she is in her things, how creative she can get, harry could go on and on. he has never seen a girl who was humble, passionate and sincerity towards her work.

she puts all her love to the art of designing. her charismatic aura made everyone fall for her. harry was head over heels for her.

whenever, y/n is tired, she would settle herself in harry's shoulder. his heart would be pounding in his chest. the sweet fragrance of the vanilla extract essence would fill his nose and he would immediately feel relieved.

whenever harry has to get a list of things he has to do, y/n would always write in a small notepad with little heart doodles on the corner of the page, he knows that his day will be a good one after he see the doodles.

all the little things she does for him, leaving his favourite kale smoothie juice in his dressing room before a show, giving him shoulder rubs whenever his muscles would ache, and many more, only made him fall for her. even harder, if that's even possible.

his love for her was very obvious. he would show a little more affection towards y/n than any others.

he was willing to give his expensive gucci tour jacket when she was sick with a running nose. afraid that she'll ruin it, (in spite of being the creator of the very own jacket) she refused. but harry would leave it on her and runs back into the stage.

as we all know harry is very affectionate, he would be always touching y/n. whether it be a hand on her shoulder or his hand protectively kept behind her back. harry would always scold her for not sitting straight reminding that she will develop a bad body posture even before her 30s, even though at this age, he suffers a bad backache.

all the little things he does for her was enough for the crew members to know that harry is smitten by y/n.

y/n was oblivious to all this. she thought it's how harry is. affectionate, loving and caring for everyone.

but at times, her heart would race when harry lies her head in her lap. when she runs her delicate hand through the messy, soft curls of his brunette hair, he would moan with pleasure and y/n gets all tingly on her toes. a radiant sleepy smile looking up to her, as fondly and lovely he can get, was enough for her to be a victim of love.

still she wouldn't acknowledge a single detail which screams, he loves you, to heart as she is afraid of being broken.

when the last day of tour was over, everyone was glowing with cheerful laughs and happy smiles. all the hardwork of members had payed them off in a grant successful way.

harry was having the time of his life with his closed friends and loved ones. he might be a teeny bit drunk but he was enjoying the last day of togetherness.

y/n was in the kitchen, watching him, enjoying himself and making a fool in front of his favourite people, through the door. y/n was in content. she was happy that this was a challenging yet successful tour. happy for her, happy for him and happy for everyone.

she can't wait to go to home, back to her baby angel, her cat and cuddle her as she missed her dearly.

sure, she is going to miss the tour. the fun they had, they laughs they shared, midnight gossips with the CHASM.

but one thing she is going to miss more is harry. she is going to miss the way his hand would always find a way on her back, the feeling of soft lips on her cheeks whenever they meet anywhere, the feeling of being wrapped up by his strong arms. she is going to miss all of this.

harry noticed y/n sitting on the kitchen counter, smiling to herself and wandering those eyes to everyone who was being pleased with the party while taking a small sips of her cold drink.

why is she sitting there alone, he wonders as he make his way to her. she was sitting calmly and seems to be content with being alone.

"hello, love. what's my favourite girl doin' here, all alone by herself?" he asks in playful tone.

"nothing, just watching people." she replies in a soft voice that made harry weak on his knees.

he proceeds to hug her while she is still sitting on the countertop and decides to settle his hand in her waist. he leaned his back a little bit so he can put his head on her shoulder.

drunk harry is very cuddly and y/n loves it very much.

"you should be enjoying, love" he whispers as he snuggled deeper into her warm neck.

"i am enjoying, thank you." she replies in a soft tone. her voice mixed with honey dripping into his sleepy ears. harry sighs in content. oh is he gonna fuckin' miss her.

"i'm gonna miss you. miss you badly." he whispers so quietly that only she can hear it.

he is going to miss everything about her. her jokes, her doodlings, her clumsy ass. the thought itself is making his eyes waterring.

"me too. gonna miss you a lot" she giggles as she felt his head snuggling deeper into her and his tiny curls tickled her. they grew silent.

the silence grew. everything was warm, radiate and in love.

they stayed like that for a few more moments to appreciate each other's warmth.

it's only them in the world. and times going slowly as he felt his eyes closing each second passing by.

she was ready to hold his weight for him to rest against her soft skin. the universe seems to be in love for them for how they hold each other. the moon witnessing the blissful moment of love from the large window. the twinkling stars desperately wanting them to be together.

but in the end, it's just two hopeless lovers, waiting for one another, to utter those magical three words to each other.