*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 reveals a secret to harry during an inconvenient time, making her more anxious to meet harry's family. reader shaves harry's facial hair before their first met gala event - where they both come across a girl of harry's past.
Note: grammar and spelling errors.
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Warning: language, smut, mentions of smut, drinking & mentions of drinking, mention of drugs
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***November 27, 1975***
Harry's second half of tour had been going by fast as you became more familiar with off beat routines. A fast paced lifestyle of constant traveling - by Harry's side.
But nights like these in a motel room all by yourself and doing what you loved of designing and creating, it returned a different energy to you.
It was a moment you had to yourself, as much as you loved Harry.
But it was a moment that ended shortly at the grand entrance of Harry booming into your motel room, a crazed grin on his face indicating he had been up to no good.
"Love! Love!" Harry loudly coaxed, his eyes fluttering open and closed as he walked with a stagger towards you, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. "Love," he repeated, lazily sitting next to you on the bed, pushing aside all of your papers.
"I was working on that," you chuckled.
"Love... You won't believe... The sky," he pointed. "And there were these people... And the music..." Harry slurred different words. Different stories. "And a bloody tarantula!"
His eyes were glazed. His pupils larger than usual. Beads of sweat on his forehead that got caught in his hair.
You had seen him in this state before.
"Harry," you chuckled.
"And you just, you taste so good, love," Harry whined.
You squinted your eyebrows, humored by the change in his conversations. Bouncing from one to the next within seconds.
"Harry," you whispered.
"Hm?" he hummed.
"Are you on drugs?"
Harry answered you with closed eyes and a huge smile. And a nod. A silly look.
"Harry," you chuckled more loudly. "What did you take?"
