The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

"Harry, there is not a single song that you could play of yours that I wouldn't know every word to. I love them all. I just told you that Fine Line changed my life. Take the fucking compliment."

I raised my brows at her and lifted my chin up slightly. "Quite a dirty mouth you've got when you get passionate, Bee." Then I fished out my phone from my trousers, swiping to my music app and finding a song to test her with. "Every word, yeah?" I clarify, glancing to her with my eyebrows raised.

She watched me, catching on to what I was doing. She smirked, then reached behind her to the small side table on the other side of the couch, pressing her finger onto what looked like a black circular Bluetooth speaker until it made a bloop noise and lit up.

"Try me." She tossed the rest of the whiskey back.

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This is a fanfiction that is supposed to resemble the version of Harry that I like to imagine him to be in real life. I use real people from his life, real songs, real albums, but I do not know him personally and therefore this is 100% fictional. As of now, I don't plan on including any outlandish plot points, so it may seem boring in that regard. There is a lot of talking, a lot of staring into eyes, and some smut.
I'm writing this for myself, because as Harry has said, "If you're happy doing what you're doing, no one can tell you you're not successful." So whoever finds this and wants to give it a spin, I appreciate you and I accept any and all feedback. But it's ultimately serving as a creative outlet for me. Gotta do something with the Harry obsession besides just scroll Tiktok all day ;)