Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
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Synopsis: It's 1813 and you're in an arranged marriage with the viscount.
"Oh pick up the pace Y/N, you are dawdling far too much. The Viscount and the Earl are waiting for us and he will be much displeased if we are to be late." Mama spoke as she walked ahead of her daughter in a hasty fashion.
You picked up the front of your dress, acting as though it weighed far too much than it really did, and walked behind her, shoulders slouched unlike how you had been taught growing up.
You knew of the Viscount considering you had pretty much grown up together. You were friends as children but grew a part due to a particular event that took place. He had returned recently from his trip to America where he had been for the last few years.
Tonight you were invited to dinner along with your three younger sisters and your mama who seemed much too excited about the occasion. Even your sisters didn't look all that pleased being out when there were many other things they'd rather be doing.
The double doors opened and revealed the dining hall where dinner would be held. The Earl was sat at the head of the table with his wife on the seat beside him. "Marchioness Y/ L/N how nice of you to come by at such short notice. Don't your daughters look wonderful." He stood and welcomed each member of your family into an embrace.
"I must thank you for your invite Lord Styles, you know how long I've been waiting for this day." She says, suggestively.
"Of course, sit down, we have much to discuss." You looked to your mama with confusion on your face and hesitantly sat down opposite where the Viscount was suppose to be.
"U-Um where exactly is the Viscount?" You ask.
"He should be arriving any moment now, since that boy's gotten back from America he doesn't seem to understand the hands on a clock." Just as the Earl finishes speaking, the doors open and again.
Harry Styles walks through the door and for a moment you felt you breath being taken away by the sheer beauty of him. You couldn't remember the last time you had seen him but he had definitely changed. He was taller and muscular, his hair was less curly and a darker brown. He seemed slightly more tan since coming back from America but his eyes were still the exact same, mischievous and the lightest shade of green.
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