Out The Door (Harry Styles x Y/N)

1.) You Are The Music in Me

"Harry, it's showtime, go slay the crowd!" Y/N shouts while banging on the door.

"The only thing I'm gonna slay is your coochie." He mutters under his breath.

"What?" Y/N tries their hardest to hear.

"Nothing, babes. I'm ready." He yells before pushing the door open.

It's hard work, being an artist. Harry would never admit to it because of his adoration for his assistant. He longs for the moments where their hands touch when exchanging papers. So when he sings, every song is for you.

Every night he dreams of fucking you senseless and destroying your cooch. Not only that, he wants to shout to the fans at his concert about his feelings. Tonight, Chris Evans is that the show. Anyone who is anyone knows that Chris wants to guard Y/N's pussy/bussy.

Harry stares him down with the smallest hinge of jealousy. He wants to be the only one guarding Y/N's pussy/bussy. He would give anything to be yours. People always say he has everything he wants but he doesn't have you.

Honestly, no one has ever quickened his heartbeat like you. When he met you, he finally found someone equally as tumescent as he is. He tried to hate you. With your h/c hair and perfect eyes. He tried to hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you part your hair. No matter his efforts, he was in love with you.

He watched movies set in other times that could still relate to you. Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy, Amy March and Laurie, and even Mr. Bingley and Jane Bennett. He would lay next to you on planes, trains, and every hotel room thinking about them. Only, your hands are never cold, you could never be cold. You're sweet like honey.

  When in reality, all you'll ever be is Jo and Laurie, Elizabeth and Mr. Collins, or Harry and Y/N. He sang for you that night. With everything he had, it was all for you. Your hands, your coochie, and your heart. Your beautiful heart could lead a symphony.

  When the show is over, he looks for you just like always. His heart leads him through every corridor to find you. But when he sees you, beautiful and perfect you, your talking to Chris. He's giving you his charming smile and his award-winning laugh.

  His heart drops and his smile fades. His heart thumps and falls to his bussy. He rushes over to you as casually as he can. Chris notices and looks the smallest bit of annoyed one could possibly be.

  "Hey, darling. How was the show?" Harry asks out of breath.

  "Amazing as always. Chris here was just telling me how much he loved Sweet Creature." Y/N giggles while looking back at Chris. Deep down, Harry knows he could never beat Captain America.

  "Well, good thing that song is about you." He gives them a toothy grin before realizing what he said.

  "Sorry, what?" Your smile fades and you look at him.

  "Fuck."