*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: Malibu no longer feels like a home to reader, which gives her the idea to relocate elsewhere with Harry in order to heal.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. sorry for the super long wait !!! oopsies!!!! ): bro this chapter has made me v soft but this is more of a transitional chapter for the remainder of the series... i cant wait for u guys to read for the surprise!!!
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Warning: language, mention of drugs & alcohol, smut
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***August 15, 1978***
One step into the Malibu beach house, and the soft disco song made you feel warm inside. It drew a smile from your face as you stepped further into the home, making your way towards the living room.
And there Harry was.
Dancing around with Sunny, paws in hand as they made small steps back and forth.
"Oh, say you'll always be my baby, we can make it shine. We can take forever, just a minute at a time. More than a woman," Harry sang, taking a step back from Sunny. "More than a woman to me."
"More Than a Woman" by the Bee Gees. (ofc the best thing to do is listen to the song as you read)
"Looks like you've got your dancing partner," you chuckled, placing a large grocery bag onto the couch - a grocery bag full of Harry's favorites.
"No," Harry softly chuckled as he paused his dance moves. "He's just the stand in for you."
And Harry held his hand out for you, beckoning you to dance with him.
"Oh, Har-" you politely objected.
"C'mon, love," Harry budged, moving closer to you. But he didn't give you much of an option, taking your hand in his and swiftly positioning you two so that your hand and his were interlocked and held to the side, his other hand on your hip and your other hand on his broad shoulder. Your body pressed against his. The warmth. The scent of his cologne and shampoo.
