*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 and reader enjoy their time together in Italy, leading to an important request from Harry that will determine his relationship with reader.
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 9, 1978***
The sun's rays poking through the large window of your bedroom loomed over your eyes, causing your sore body to wake up from a deep sleep.
A weight hung over your stomach, keeping you snug and warm. It was Harry's inked arm. Wrapped tightly right underneath your bare breasts to keep you close. To keep skin to skin contact the entirety of the night.
But Harry was still asleep.
You were on your back, and Harry was on his stomach. The left side of his face squished into the pillow as he breathed softly through his nose.
The sun's rays shining on his face made his tired eyelids flutter for a moment, but not enough to wake up. Harry looked like a little boy when he was in a deep sleep, a little boy hidden by specks of facial hair - that seemed to have gotten longer since his arrival to Italy.
His lips were plump and pink, and you could feel them underneath your fingertips. Warm.
Every little detail making you smile.
It had been the first time you and Harry slept together in the same bed since Malibu.
The first time you let Harry be with you intimately since Malibu.
Carefully, you removed Harry's arm from your body so as to not disturb him. You slipped on his striped shirt from yesterday, buttoning up each one before slipping on a pair of underwear. And made your way to the kitchen to make tea.
"You're up," you smiled, holding two cups of warm tea as you entered your bedroom.
Harry was sitting up in the bed, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Thanks, darling," Harry stated, grabbing a cup from your hand and taking a sip before setting it down on the nightstand.
"You alright?" you questioned, taking a seat by him on the bed. You noticed he had been rubbing his back as if something was wrong.
"My back," Harry explained. "'S sore." Harry continued rubbing his back muscle, trying to relieve some pain. "I didn't mean to be so harsh with you." Harry glanced at you, almost embarrassed by his actions.
