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: y/n gets distracted and harry just wants the girl he likes to like him back
word count: 10.7k
contains: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, set at a boarding school, slow burn, angst, tennis rivals, strict parents, first kiss(es), jealous!h, jealous!yn, inaccurate height of certain characters who may actually be taller in real life but this is an au so it's fine, a crazy confession but not really bc we all saw it coming
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Y/N watched him from across the room, studying the way people walked up to him as though he was some kind of celebrity. He smiled and laughed but it didn't reach his eyes, not in the way it did when they were together.
But it wasn't his charismatic smile and booming laugh that constantly grabbed her attention when she was trying to listen to Sarah's story about the cat her parents had fostered back home. It was the blonde girl beside him, the one who hadn't left his side for the entire night, who laughed along with him and stole glances whenever he wasn't looking.
Her opponent for the next tournament that was now a month away.
Astrid Anderson had once been a student at Crestwood. They'd all been in the same infant class together and every boy in their year group was obsessed with her. Harry and Astrid hadn't started dating until the year before Harry left for Australia. They were the 'It' couple of Crestwood, everyone treated them as though they were some kind of celebrity couple.
All that lasted until Harry had to leave for Australia. He broke things off and then Astrid moved to Trinity Academy which was Crestwood's biggest rival in most competitive areas. Y/N didn't know or care what Astrid had gotten up to since she left school. There was no bitterness between them but they both knew they weren't the type of people to share the same social circle. Whilst Astrid cared more about her social life, Y/N was completely focused on academics and there was nothing wrong with either of those things but it didn't give them much to talk about.
"Right Y/N?" Sarah asked, her head whipping around in her direction only to realise she had no idea what she was talking about.
"Right," Y/N nodded, having no clue as to what she was agreeing with.
Adam held back a smile as he sat on the couch across from her, "Mitch, come get a drink with me," Sarah stood up, tugging the hem of her skirt down, "I need you to push past all the tall people."
Mitch, all five foot eight inches of him, rose from his place beside Jake on the couch with a self-satisfied stretch, as if flaunting his height as proof that his girlfriend needed him. "Coming, babe," he declared, a hint of smugness in his voice. Everyone laughed as Mitch winked, following behind Sarah through the crowds of dancing bodies.
Y/N glanced over at Harry who was now standing with his back to her, talking to Astrid with his hand propped up against the refrigerator. "If you're not careful, you'll burn holes into his back," Adam spoke from beside her.
