Harry Styles Oneshots

A night under the stars part 2

The months following their unforgettable night felt like a whirlwind. Harry and Y/N had crafted a beautiful relationship, filled with laughter, deep conversations, and stolen moments away from the spotlight. But with each passing day, the pressures of Harry's fame loomed larger, casting shadows over their happiness.

One evening, as Y/N prepared for a cozy dinner date with Harry, she received a notification on her phone. An article had surfaced, claiming that Harry was dating a "mystery girl." The headline flashed across her screen, accompanied by blurry paparazzi photos of them together, their hands intertwined.

Y/N's heart sank. She had always known that dating Harry would come with challenges, but seeing their relationship reduced to sensational gossip hurt more than she had anticipated.

When Harry arrived, she tried to mask her feelings. He greeted her with a warm smile and an embrace that made her heart flutter, but she couldn't shake off the weight of the article.

"Hey, you okay?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing as he sensed her tension.

"Yeah, just... the usual," she replied, forcing a smile. "How was your day?"

They sat down for dinner, but the atmosphere felt heavy. Y/N forced herself to engage in conversation, but her mind kept drifting back to the article. She wanted to address it, but the fear of confrontation loomed over her.

Finally, after a few moments of silence, Harry broke the tension. "I saw the article. It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

Y/N looked up, surprised. "You did?"

"Of course. I hate how they twist things. It's just a picture of us holding hands, and suddenly it's a 'romance.'"

"Do you think it'll ever stop?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I've been trying to find a balance, but it's tough. Sometimes I wish I could just go out and be normal, you know?"

Y/N nodded, her heart aching for him. "I understand, but it's hard for me too. I don't want to be just the 'mystery girl.'"

Harry reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "You're so much more than that to me. You know that, right?"

She smiled, but doubt lingered in her mind. "I do, but the world doesn't see it that way."

As they finished dinner, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that they were on shaky ground. After their meal, they decided to take a walk in the nearby park, hoping the fresh air would lighten the mood.

Under the starlit sky, Harry tried to lighten things up, sharing funny stories from his recent tour. Y/N laughed, but she could sense that their carefree moments were tinged with an undercurrent of tension.

"Let's go somewhere," Harry suggested suddenly, his eyes sparkling. "Just us, away from everything."

"Where?" Y/N asked, intrigued.

"I have a little cabin in the countryside. It's secluded. We can have a real escape from the madness."

Her heart leaped at the idea. "That sounds amazing. When can we go?"

"Tomorrow. I'll drive us there after my meeting," he said, his enthusiasm contagious.

The next day, they set off, the drive filled with laughter and music. As they left the city behind, the scenery transformed from bustling streets to rolling hills and open skies. Y/N felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders.

When they arrived at the cabin, it was even more charming than Y/N had imagined. Nestled among tall trees, it exuded warmth and tranquility. Harry showed her around, and they quickly settled in, lighting a fire in the small fireplace.

As the flames crackled, they cozied up on the couch, sharing stories late into the night. It felt like a dream—a safe haven where the outside world faded away.

But the next morning, reality crashed back in. Y/N woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. It was a series of messages from her friends, asking if she had seen the latest gossip: "Harry Styles and Y/N: A Love Story?" It was an article filled with fabricated details about their relationship, and Y/N's heart sank again.

"Harry," she called, trying to keep her voice steady. "You need to see this."

He glanced at her, concern etched on his face as he read the headlines on her screen. "This is ridiculous!" he exclaimed, his frustration palpable. "They're making things up!"

"I know," Y/N replied, feeling overwhelmed. "But it's hard to ignore. I'm just... I don't want this to affect us."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, frustration mounting. "It shouldn't! We know what we have, and that's what matters."

"But what if it becomes too much?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling. "What if the pressure makes us crack?"

He moved closer, taking her hands in his. "We can handle this together. I don't want to lose you over what people say. You're my person."

Tears pricked at Y/N's eyes, and she squeezed his hands tighter. "I want that too. But it's terrifying."

Harry leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "We'll figure it out, I promise. Let's not let them win."

With that, they decided to take a hike, immersing themselves in nature. As they walked, the fresh air and stunning views helped clear their minds. They talked openly about their fears and desires, reinforcing their commitment to one another.

Later, they found a secluded spot overlooking a serene lake. Sitting on the grass, Y/N watched as Harry skipped stones across the water, the sunlight dancing on the surface. She admired how he could find joy in the simplest moments, and it reminded her of why she fell for him in the first place.

"Harry," she called, "do you ever think about what comes next for us?"

He turned, a thoughtful expression on his face. "All the time. I want to keep making music, but I also want to build something real with you. Whatever that looks like."

Y/N's heart swelled at his words. "I want that too. I want us to create our own path, regardless of what others say."

They spent the rest of the day exploring, laughing, and simply being together. Each moment felt precious, a reminder of the love they had cultivated amidst the chaos of their lives.

That evening, as the sun set behind the trees, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Harry took Y/N's hand and led her to a clearing. The stars began to twinkle above, and he spread out a blanket, pulling out a small picnic basket.

"Thought we could enjoy a little sunset dinner," he said, grinning.

As they sat under the stars, sharing stories and dreams, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. They laughed, reminisced about their first meeting, and spoke of their hopes for the future. It was in moments like these that she knew they could face anything together.

As the evening deepened, Harry turned serious, his gaze steady on hers. "I want to take things to the next level. You're not just my girlfriend—you're my partner. I want to build a life together, no matter what that looks like."

Y/N felt a rush of emotion. "I want that too. I'm in this for the long haul, Harry."

He smiled, a mixture of relief and joy lighting up his face. "Then let's make a promise—to support each other, to communicate, and to keep fighting for us, no matter what."

They sealed their promise with a kiss, the world around them fading away. Underneath the vast expanse of stars, they knew they had forged a bond that could withstand any storm.

As they returned to the cabin, hand in hand, Y/N felt a renewed sense of hope. Together, they could navigate the complexities of their lives and find joy in the journey. The road ahead might be challenging, but with love and determination, they were ready to face whatever came their way.