*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: after harry apologizes to reader, he surprises her with a festivity of events for her birthday. and one gift will be a night to remember (;
Note: grammar and spelling errors. some angst... some fluff... and some smut (; for plot purposes, reader's bday is in july. This is a long chapter so grab some snacks... and an fyi for new readers once again: smut is purely based on movies/tv shows/other fanfics
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Warning: language, mentions of smut, mentions of drinking, mentions of drugs, SMUT (;
Words: 7.3k+
***July 6, 1975***
Most of the morning had been spent overthinking, just as the night before had been spent. You didn't get much sleep, thoughts racing across your mind at the information Penelope had told you about Harry, but also wondering how Harry was. What state he was in.
The knock at your hotel room made your nerves jump up, automatically hoping for it to be Harry.
And you opened the door to reveal the brunette standing right there.
In the exact same outfit he had been wearing from the night before. More scruff on his face. His messy hair.
But it was the eyes you noticed first.
His sad eyes.
You were ecstatic to see him, pulling him into a tight hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your entire body freezing.
Harry was a bit hesitant at first before you felt his warm palms gently rest on your back, then his arms reeling you in tightly. The two of you holding onto one another in the hallway.
And you could feel his heartbeat against your chest.
"You smell good," Harry tiredly rasped, his nose poking into your neck and hair to get a whiff of your scent. The feeling and smell gave him peace. A familiarity.
"Come in," you pulled away, taking his hand in yours and dragging him into the hotel room with no choice. "Do you want anything?" you asked, trying to keep yourself composed. "Some water."
"Sure," Harry agreed, taking a seat on the couch and flattening out his pants. His voice was lower than usual, which came from being tired.
You came back with the glass of water, handing it to Harry before he took a sip and set it down on the coffee table just as you sat.
The two of you understood what was to happen next.
But Harry was a bit hesitant, his palms rubbing over his knees as his lips puckered out in thought.
