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time apart (angst)

requests: Have Aster!H and his girl ever had a big fight? Like one that's lasted for days. I feel like she'd be so sad and him too but not knowing how to deal with the sadness 😔

hi ! do you think you could do an aster harry & y/n super angsty blurb where maybe they get into a big fight? if u get the time ofc!! love ur writing

Soft aster angst is the way to go where they make up at the end and it's filled with love omg Harry would deffo cry cause he'd feel so bad for making her sad or angry aw my babies🥺🥺🥺🥺

I wonder if Harry and y/n ever have a fight, more than an argument sorry if I get angst but idk... it goes on for a few days and y/n is devastated because she thinks they broke up and Harry is too proud to say he's sorry 😣 but they keep asking Mitch and Sarah if the other one is okay "Did she have breakfast? She gets sleepy in class if she doesn't" "Did H pack his lunch?" until they can't bear it and one breaks and shows up at their door like 🥺🥺🥺 I'm sorry 🥺🥺🥺 she asks Harry "did we break up?" 🥺🥺🥺 and H says "omg angel, no, never" and hug for like an hour and kiss and it's all forgotten 😔

Please but just the thought of aster Harry and y/n having makeup sex? like he's emotional but has to keep everything at bay because she is extra soft and emotional and pouty? And trying extra hard to please him and holding him so close he can barely grind his hips against hers and is like "baby, everything's okay, we're okay but I can't really move rn" so she wraps her legs not so hard around his but kisses him lots instead 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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(Y/N) didn't know who to blame for how the night turned out: herself or her parents?

Usually when he drove, Harry liked to put his hand on (Y/N)'s thigh or bundled between her two, but if she needed any more of a reminder of how awful dinner had gone, he was definitely getting the point across with the way he kept his hands fixed tightly around the steering wheel. The car was silent aside from the quiet flow of Harry's radio playing from a generic station. He hadn't said a word to her since the argument had broke out between him and her parents, an expected conversation but more than inappropriate in a public restaurant. (Y/N) didn't want to breach the chilly air between them either, instead alternating between picking at her nails and gazing out the window like she'd found the most interesting show.

The night had started in much higher spirits in her apartment. While she hadn't been particularly excited for the plans they'd made with her parents, she was happy at least to have Harry at her side for the night. He'd been the best hype person while she was getting ready, telling her how pretty she looked and making jokes about skipping out on their plans and letting him have her for dinner instead. It did wonders to calm (Y/N)'s jitters and keep a smile on her face despite what she knew the meal would turn into.

Since the first (and last) time her parents met Harry, they'd kept their icy distance. (Y/N) was fine with that, as long as she didn't think too hard about it, but one day they had reached out like their last reunion never happened. They didn't mention Harry at all, nor really anything about her life, but they were pleasant enough to invite her to dinner to celebrate a work award her father had been given. She was more than reluctant to go, afraid this was only a ploy to get her to talk to them again in order to fill her head with toxicity. But, (Y/N) couldn't help but hear out the little girl that lived in the back of her mind, the one that told her that maybe they really missed her and wanted to see her again after so long, maybe they even wanted to patch up what happened the last time.

And she'd always been bad at telling them no.

When she told Harry about the dinner plans, she knew he was disappointed. She remembered the way he took a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest before rolling his lips between his teeth, his lip ring catching the light. He gave her this look, like he was surprised she agreed to the invitation. It felt like she had waited hours before he said anything, until he told her he wanted to go with her. He didn't want her going alone when he knew she wasn't going to be able to defend herself against the both of them. At the time, the thought of Harry accompanying her relieved a weight from her shoulders she didn't know she had. She remembered the way she jumped in his arms and thanked him with kisses and words of affection for taking on the duty of going along with her.