*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: reader moves in with harry in their malibu beach house. reader finds out more about harry's tattoos... which leads into lots of touching (; harry and reader visit reader's parents, but harry just can't help himself with making innuendos about watermelon sugar & touching reader. but by visiting reader's parents, harry & reader have a lot to think about in their relationship
Note: grammar and spelling errors. here is a longer chapter!! sorry it has been a while!! and please always read the end note!!! and there is some angst in this chapter hehehe
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Warning: language, mentions of smut, smut, mentions of PTSD, war, and death (vietnam war bc its the 70s)
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***September 15, 1975***
Following Harry around during the remaining of his North American tour created a closer relationship between you two.
Almost every minute of every day was spent with Harry. On the tour bus, backstage, the dressing room, parties.
Late at night or early in the morning - always doing the same thing. One of the things you liked most about being on tour with Harry. The intimacy.
But your favorite was always listening to him talk or sing. Just listening to him was enough to put a smile on your face. Made him stand out from everyone with his accent.
When you were with Harry, it felt as if you were carrying the sun with you. Right in your pocket.
And now you were moving in with him.
You pushed your sunglasses back, taking steps down the long hallway of glass walls to show off the beach view.
Harry and the realtor followed behind, many feet away as they observed you.
It was a Malibu beach house. A dream house you and Harry wanted.
An isolated home. Two floors and a basement. A balcony all around. But lots of space. Lots of windows. Lots of land. A backyard with a pool that seemed to go on forever. But the beach was your favorite. Just a short walk past the backyard and your feet would be covered in sand.
A home that provided privacy and intimacy for you and Harry.
"I'll let you two look around again," the realtor spoke. "And if you have any questions, just let me know."
"Thank you," Harry smiled before watching you enter the backyard, and followed behind.
Harry leaned against the doorframe, watching you stand by the glass fence as you analyzed the beach. The breeze from the waves wisping against your skin.
