*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 creates his iconic song "Watermelon Sugar" - and reader gets to be part of the music video (;
Note: grammar and spelling errors. SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!! oh and yes this is a v happy chapter, but just enjoy that while it lasts hehehehe (: angst is on its way
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Warning: language, smut & mentions of smut, drinking/getting drunk
Words: 4.6k+
***July 12, 1976***
The Malibu weather was pleasant on your birthday, the sun high in the sky with its rays poking at your skin. Along with a breeze that kept you cool.
You and Harry had been sitting on the lounge chairs by the pool, your legs exposed to the sun as you laid back. And Harry had a guitar in his arms, strumming the strings. Sunny was with you two in the backyard, sniffing the grass.
Much had changed since Harry's breakdown at the festival, with the help of partying and beach adventures. Distractions.
But it also seemed as if Harry crying that night helped return a light to him.
Harry softly ran his fingers down the guitar strings, sitting across from you. A perfect view of Harry playing the guitar for you. His focus completely on the music. On the soft sound.
Your focus on him.
"How are you feeling?" you asked.
"Hm?" Harry looked at you, his fingers never abandoning the strings.
"Since that night..."
"I'm fine," Harry softly smiled. "And you?" Harry's smile widened. "How are you feeling?"
