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 the 1950s. Harry and Y/N leave the air base to go on a camping trip in July and their feelings are all over the place.
word count: 13.2k (!?)
contains: friends to lovers, opposites attract, violence, nightmares, flirting, smoking, fluff, smut (breeding kink, size kink, she's on top, cockwarming *if you squint*), forced proximity
this is part 2 of the aviator !
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"Leave me alone Harry!" Y/N stormed several paces in front of him, hugging her arms around herself to try and keep herself warm.
"Birdy, c'mon now, it's not what y' think it is." Harry kept his distance behind her but had been following her home since she stormed off after she'd caught him with her housemate, Nancy.
"Quit calling me that! And will you stop following me?" She spun round and he immediately froze in his steps.
"Promised I'd walk y' home," He shrugged, "Not gonna let y' walk home in the dark alone."
"I'd probably be better off," Y/N huffed, crossing her arms.
"Will y' let me explain?" Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. Y/N opened her mouth to say something but he carried on talking, "I won't quit following y' if that's what y' gonna say and the view of the back of y' head is just as pretty as the front so there's no way y' gonna stop me. I just... Will you let me explain? Please?"
Y/N scoffs like she can't believe what she's hearing right now. What would it take for him to take a message and leave her be? "You're not used to hearing the word no are you?"
"I respect it but doesn't mean I'm gonna stop trying. God, especially not with you." Every part of him seemed serious. Y/N's shoulders dropped and he took it as a sign to continue, "Me and Nancy we have history tha's for sure," He started and the words made Y/N's chest ache, "But we only slept together a couple times before Christmas tha's all. She came out and found me smoking and I realised she was a 'lil drunk. I tried to pull her off me but she wasn't having it, said she saw me outside with y' and got upset."
Y/N frowned, unsure of whether to believe him or not, "Listen, I know you've heard things about me but-" He dug his heel into the ground and chuckled lightly, "I ain't ever felt the way I did back there when I kissed y' Y/N and I'm not jus' saying that."
Y/N felt some of the anger dissipate from her body, replaced by pure frustration. She hadn't come to Offutt to get tangled up in a mess with a man she barely knew, yet here she was. Nancy's revelation about having her sights set on a man hit Y/N like a ton of bricks. If she had known it was Harry, she might never have kissed him in the first place. She hardly knew Harry beyond their brief interactions and the hearsay from her housemates. How could she trust him? Yet, despite her doubts, there was one undeniable truth: the kiss they had shared lingered vividly in her mind. The taste of peppermint and cigarettes still clung to her lips, a tangible reminder of their brief encounter. It was a moment that now intertwined her with him in a way she wasn't expecting.
