*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: harry has his last show in italy of his first tour before celebrating his birthday. then, reader and harry find a vacation home in italy where they will be settling down for some time
Note: grammar and spelling errors. this is more of a transitional chapter and it is short, whereas the remaining chapters of the series will be FULLY PACKED WITH EVENTS... so the next chapter will be much longer so stick around because part 17 is italy harry... with a mustache (; mustache!harry with his watermelon sugar habits has me deep in my thoughts
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Warning: language, smut
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***January 2, 1976***
It was the second day of the new year.
A new year that you were starting fresh in an old, large cottage home of England surrounded by snow and trees.
A home you and Harry were just beginning to settle into.
The whistling teapot drew you away from your book, as you had been huddled inside by the fireplace and covered in a thick blanket.
Removing the teapot from the stove, you noticed Harry standing outside in the cold snow.
"Harry," you softly chirped, closing the sliding glass door before crossing your arms to remain warm. The brunette had his back to you, only wearing jeans and a sweater that clearly was not enough to keep him warm in the falling snow. "Harry," you repeated. "It's freezing out here, and I made some tea. Come inside."
Harry remained standing in his place, throwing walnuts at the ground.
"You're not supposed to feed them," you softly chuckled.
Harry looked at you with a smile before returning his attention back to the squirrels. And continued throwing the food.
"Max. Moe. And Mark," Harry pointed at each squirrel, introducing you to them.
"Harry, you must be freezing," you chattered before feeling his cheek with the back of your hand. His cheeks and nose were red and shiny.
Harry gave no response, but threw more walnuts at the ground, the squirrels nibbling on them.
"We're almost done, Harry. Your last show is in Italy in just a few days. And then we come back here to finish settling in. Then it's your birthday," you smiled.
"And then we'll find our home in Italy," Harry softly spoke, still staring at the squirrels.
"Yes," you grinned. "You're wearing nothing but a sweater, come inside," you touched his arm. "Or you'll be sick for your show in Italy."
