*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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((remem his hair is much longer than that in this chap))
Summary: Harry comes home from England after going to Robin's funeral, and reader can tell something is off. Harry performs at a festival - and the night ends in tears.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. more angst to come (((;
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Warning: language, mentions of death, mentions of smut
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***July 2, 1976***
Ever since Harry arrived home from England after Robin's funeral, a light had been lost.
There were less walks on the beach. His huge grin had transformed into a small one. There was no motivation to record at the studio. He didn't even want to look at his cars or motorcycles. The ocean water barely ever touched his skin, as he had no interest in swimming. Piano music no longer filled the house. Harry had no desire to strum his guitar while chasing you around the house.
And the farthest you could ever get with him was just a subtle kiss, before he'd always give the same excuse along the lines of "I'm tired, not tonight. Sorry, love."
Harry came back from England with a dark cloud following him, and you could feel it spreading over the Malibu house.
The Malibu sun wasn't bright enough to over shine Harry's shadow.
"Harry," you alerted, closing the sliding glass door as you tiptoed over to Harry who had been sitting on a chair in the backyard, watching the sun set into the ocean.
Harry glanced at you, offering you a cheap smile before looking back at the sun.
"Can I join you?" you asked.
Harry spread his legs further apart, inviting you in.
"You're wearing my shirt," Harry stated, wrapping his arm around your back as you sat on his thigh.
"Yeah," you smiled. "I like your Hawaiian shirts. I wore a lot of them, actually... when you were away. They just smell like you. Feel a bit warm, too... as if you just took it off. It's a nice feeling."
Harry smiled at you. Listened to your words.
"Look, you've even got Sunny out here with you," you giggled, watching Sunny lying down on the grass, panting from the heat. "He's been moping around, you know. He's taking after you. Doesn't bark as much. Just sits there when I throw a toy. He missed you a lot when you were away. He knew his dad was gone." You paused. "He knows you're not as happy."
