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Reader insert scenarios involving 1D members
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(DISCLAIMER:- I DO NOT OWN THE BOYBAND ONE DIRECTION NOR ANY OF THE FOLLOWING MEMBERS OF THE BAND: HARR...
~~~ It was both exciting and stressful when you just so happened to be dating a world famous singer.
You wondered if it would be any different if you both came from the same social status, but considering you struggled with just the small impositions that came with dating your boyfriend; you concluded you would never find out.
You loved Harry for who he was, [not his money nor his fame], you knew that and it was important to you that the world did to. You were not a gold digger, merely just a girl in love.
That was why you hated him buying you anything - well, anything other than food, that was. When Harry brought you things and joked you were just in it for the money, it made you feel dirty - like you were unintentionally using him just because you knew he could afford it.
You had been brought up to live within your own means; and that was exactly why despite not having to, you had kept your job and leased out your apartment when you'd gotten serious with Harry. Sometimes the two of you fought about this, but for the most part Harry understood your need to stay true to yourself and prove without a doubt your utter soul-crushing love for him.
Which was why the day your car crapped itself in the middle of rush hour, you knew you'd have a battle on your hands. Harry has been begging you to allow him to buy a new car for months.
It wasn't like your car was unreliable, just, Harry seemed to feel the look of it would effect the safety.
Sighing, you got out, walking around your car. 'Great,' you thought, realising that you were going to have to ring Harry for assistance.
Sighing again you fished your phone from your pocket, dialling in the number.
"Mmm, Y/N, shouldn't you be home by now?" Harry answered the phone on the third ring.
"Hello to you too, Harry. And yes, I would be, but —"
"Don't tell me," Harry cut you off, "Car troubles? Does this mean you'll finally allow me to get you that new car."
"No, Harry," you said, pinching the bridge of your nose out of annoyance. "I've merely got a flat tire."
"Yes!" Harry said, and you were fairly positive he'd yanked his arm through the air in triumph.
"No! No cars," you said with a sense of exasperation. "I just need you to come help me change this tire."
Harry chuckled down the phone, "why don't you just leave that old beater behind and allow me to get you something more reliable."
"Harry!" You scolded, "just come help me, dammit."
"Yes, Y/N, but this conversation isn't over."
"Oh, yes it is," you smirked slyly, "don't forgot I know just how to get to you."
The line was quiet for a while before Harry finally spoke, "I'll see you shortly, I love you, Y/N."
Smiling you sat down on a decent rock to wait, "I love you too, Harry. You're the greatest."
__________ __________ hope this is what you wanted, lovely, I realised after I wrote it that I misread the request. Enjoy. :-) ❤️❤️❤️
