*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: Harry makes a request of reader, of which leads to a night of "reconnecting."
Note: grammar and spelling errors. more italy!harry and reader in this chapter (;
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Warning: language, mention of drugs & alcohol, smut, mentions of smut
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***September 4, 1978***
The sound of a sharp knife repeatedly clattered against a wood board as you sliced a watermelon into smaller pieces.
You felt the sun's warm rays against your back. The small drop of sweat trickle down the back of your neck.
You were slicing out of frustration from the night before.
How terrible everything had gone with Harry.
Many mornings in Italy, you and Harry cooked breakfast together. Or bought pastries from local markets. But there you were, slicing alone. As you had been doing for most of the trip. That's what you had wanted.
But now? You wished Harry's arms were wrapped around you with his chin resting in the crook of your neck, softly pleading for you to feed him a cherry.
"Hi," a shy voice spoke, announcing his entrance. It came from Harry.
"Hi," you softly replied, setting down the knife as you smiled at Harry.
He could tell you were a bit frazzled.
"I'm just cutting some watermelon," you explained, glancing at the fruit.
Harry looked at the sight in front of him. The large window and sink behind you. Your hands fidgeting with fruit, as you stood there in a short sundress.
There was silence before Harry said, "I like watermelon." And his comment made you smile.
"Well, you can have some if you'd like," you stated, nudging the bowl a tad closer to him. But you knew he wasn't there to eat.
And you felt your heart begin to race. Your body heat began to rise. And your eyes looked back down at the watermelon. As you waited for Harry to speak.
Harry could see you were nervous because of him. That your mind was running all around because of the night before.
"I'm sorry," Harry apologized.
"You don't-" you quickly objected.
"I'm sorry about last night. I'm sorry I left you when you..." Harry couldn't finish. When you wanted him, is what he wanted to say.
