*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar*
The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music.
Along w...
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Summary: just as harry and reader decide to take their relationship to the next level, reader sees a side of harry she's never seen before...
Note: grammar and spelling errors. THIS CHAPTER HAS ANGST... AND PLEASE REMEMBER THAT IM CONTINUING THIS SERIES BASED ON DEMAND...
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Warning: language, mentions of drinking & drugs, mentions of smut
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***July 5, 1975***
The sun soaked your skin in warmth, sand underneath your feet and palms. Eyes closed as your head fell slightly back. Your thin white dress moving slightly with the cool breeze from the waves.
You had spent an hour like that. Relaxing in the sun.
And thinking about Harry.
What had happened the previous night on the beach.
Replaying the moment in your head.
And feeling the ache between your hips.
"Hi," a voice rasped, his British accent giving him away. Harry. "Mind if I sit with you?" he asked.
You shook your head, allowing him to sit by you.
"I went to your room, but you weren't there," Harry stated, picking up a seashell and playing with it.
"I just wanted to see the beach one more time before we left," you explained, closing your eyes again as you lifted your face to the sun. Listened to the waves.
You could feel soft kisses against your warm shoulders, different patterns across it before meeting with your neck. Harry's fingertips brushing over your inner thigh before resting his palm on it, his cold thick rings meeting with your hot skin.
All of it bringing you back to the night before. Convincing you to go for a round 2.
His stubble tickled your skin, drawing a smile on your face. Then a soft giggle.
"Harry," you whispered, your fingertips holding his jawline as you opened your eyes and pulled away from the wanted kisses.
"Yeh?" Harry asked.
"I've got such a crush on you, Harry Styles," you nervously breathed out - as if it was a new confession. A soft smile on your face as your eyes stared right at Harry's green eyes that were completely focused on you.
"The biggest," you added. "And I'm going to have such a hard time sharing you with the world, because I don't want to. I guess that's why I was a bit hesitant that night, about being just some groupie-"
