*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 and reader spend time in their italian villa, enjoying all that the country has to offer. a country of love and wine. museums and cathedrals. all before returning back home to malibu. but during this time in italy, more truths of harry unfold with the help of alcohol and music.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. READER & HARRY GET TO BE HIPPIES IN ITALY!!! ITALY!HARRY IS PRIME HARRY!! so enjoy the mustache during a lil bit of watermelon sugar (; also.... this chapter id say is the chapter of turning events with certain events/themes that will become more prominent... so keep a lookout. this is a major "subtle" turning of events chapter...
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Warning: language, smut, mentions of smut, mentions of drugs, drinking & mentions of drinking
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***April 3, 1976***
Spending a month in Italy with Harry had been an entirely new experience. He adored the country, and the country adored him.
Italy had been more to you and Harry than just some country or holiday home. Something about it made you and Harry feel tied to it.
Different from the homes in Malibu, New York, and England.
Italy offered a certain freedom. An escape to isolation. Where nobody knew you personally, but knew of you and Harry. You understood why Harry loved it so much.
And the open field right behind the Italian villa - that's where you and Harry spent most of your breezy, spring evenings as the sun lowered.
With Harry chasing you through the field of tall grass and flowers.
"No! No, Harry!" you shouted with laughter, picking up the sides of your summer dress to not trip as you ran past the entourage lounging around the pool. Your bare feet carried you quickly through the rose garden, past more house guests that had been placing flowers into baskets or their hair.
Harry laughed behind you, running as quick as he could. Listening to you giggle. Watching your pink sheer summer dress flow in the breeze of your steps.
"I'm not going to let you catch me," you chuckled, the garden transitioning into a wide field painted in a sunset, Harry following behind.
Harry could feel his heart pumping, his adrenaline increasing. Right before slowing his pace, hunching over to get a breath, his hands on his knees. The brunette looked around for a moment, realizing you were nowhere in sight. Completely disappeared.
