*female reader insert fic* based on Taylor Swift's "Tis the Damn Season" You and Harry weren't exactly friends...and the only time you ever felt important to the other was during the holidays, when he was warming your bed. *This was (and is) originally posted on Tumblr, by me, harrystylescherry (aka nat). I'm putting it on here so that it's easier to read as it's a longer fic!*

harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time of if he just doesn't like her ______ this is a series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 I feel her before I see her, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in attention. When I shut my locker, she's parting the crowd like the red sea. Imogen Greene is looking right at me, a smirk poised on her dark lips and something fierce in her dark eyes. There's something about her, something otherworldly. A storm is coming and I feel like i'm about to be caught in it. Not my story! ©bicyclesarecool faceclaim; ariana grande

A cluster of Harry one shots off my tumblr!!

Just a collection of one-shots from my tumblr for people who do not like to read on the app! I have another one of these, but it was starting to get thick and I'm also a big dummy and parts were getting mixed up and confusing, so I thought starting a new one would help straighten it up a bit

ONE SHOT - An idea slowly developed from the lyrics for She: He has a vivid imagination - she bought the house next door. But when his thoughts bring her knocking, what will happen?

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."

A (kinda) short story about tattoos, the photographs you keep, comeback records, and what comes after. ~a post break up au~

a (kinda) short story about late night drives, diners, jean jackets, eighties hits, a california girl, and a boy who wanted the world. ~a friends with benefits ou~

a story about a girl who used to love to paint, a boy with a worn backpack, charcoal stained hands, and two lonely people who meet for one night in Paris. ~a before sunrise au~