*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: As Harry and reader spend time in Italy, a shift occurs in their relationship that leaves Harry confused.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. YALL I MISSED ITALY!HARRY AND READER SO MUCHHHHHH !!! ***and please read the end note***
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Warning: language, mention of drugs & alcohol, mentions of smut
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***August 17, 1978***
Going to Italy with Harry was a spur of the moment decision. But it was what you needed to get away from everything.
It was a freedom you had sought for a while now.
You and Harry arrived at your Italian villa early in the morning. After hours and hours of flying. The sky was still drawn in black. The moon was surrounded by stars. And there was a soft chill in the night.
You and Harry desired sleep.
Even though the bed was convincing, you wanted to get a look at the backyard. The rose garden. The flowers. The pool. The large field that ran for miles.
Standing there with your arms crossed, you admired the view as you stood in front of the large window. The dim backyard lights illuminated the environment, but otherwise it was dark. Quiet. Peaceful.
You let out a long breath, finally feeling yourself relax.
Until the soft noise of a knock against the doorframe made your ear perk up. You turned around to be greeted by Harry leaning against the doorframe.
And his eyes instantly directed themselves to your bed. The empty suitcase that rested there.
"Yer unpacked," Harry tiredly spoke, but said it in a tone of questioning. Wondering why you were unpacked. "Our room is the one right over," he reminded.
"I know," you delicately stated.
"I don't understand why you would unpack your things in this room when we sleep in the other one together. 'S our room..." Harry explained, confused at the situation.
"Harry, I think it's best we sleep in different rooms. In different beds," you rushed out.
"We shared the same room and bed in Malibu, and now you...?" Harry tried understanding the change in situation. "I was just f*cking you hours ago and now you don't want to share the bed as me, let alone the same room." Harry stood straight, his sleepy state replaced with one of confusion and aggravation. Fully awake.
