Do I Know You?
Do I Know You?
of all the places to be recognized you did not think cherry pit at a harry styles concert would be one of them - especially by the man himself.
Word Count: 7014
A/N: hello friends! i had been wanting to write famous mc for a while and then i finally got the idea. in this story, harry is the rockstar we know and love. y/n belmonte is a famous actress known for her roles in the the queen's gambit and the hit drama new amsterdam. i gave her a last name and her father is mexican-american and her mother is english. truly something sweet filled with fluff. if you got any questions i'll be happy to answer them
you'll have to let me know if you wish to see more of them <3
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love on tour series //
St. Paul, Minnesota
Being in Minnesota was fun. You were visiting your best friend taking a well-deserved break. You had just finished filming a Netflix show that had lots of buzz around yet did not have a release date and had attended the Emmys. As award season had come to a close, you decided visiting your favorite person would be an excellent way to celebrate. Especially since free days were becoming rarer and rarer. You were thankful for the role in The Queen's Gambit and its direction for your career, but it was always lovely to enjoy time with loved ones.
Naomi had let you stay in her guest bedroom, letting you know to stay for as long as you wish, but you wouldn't last longer than five days. You didn't like intruding on Naomi and Sarai, Naomi's partner. They both assured you that it was no problem, but you begged to differ.
On your second day, Sarai surprised you with enchiladas just like your grandma had made. Their family was from Acapulco, Mexico, just like your grandparents. Naomi always liked to say she was meant to bring you all together, and she had.
That wasn't the only surprise you had come to learn she had for you as she said to dress nice and be ready at eight. You were even more shocked to hear that Sarahi would not be joining you. They informed you they had to meet with their cohort to go over a project they were handed.
You had a limited selection of clothes from your suitcase and clothes you had left over the years. After getting out your favorite pieces, you dressed in black flares that made your ass look amazing. You paired it with a silk cami, a mint color that matched your nails. You paired it with your favorite pair of red leather boots that were always packed first in your suitcase. They're a few years old, but you treasured them too much to say goodbye. They were the only classy shoes you packed because you swore you could pair them with anything, and thus far, you have.
You debated the most about doing your makeup, not being able to make up your mind before deciding to go with mascara and red lipstick. Looking in the mirror, you felt hot and knew you looked great. Being in the public eye, you learned to spot all your insecurities before the world could and owned them. The scar running up your thigh was always an attention grabber until the story of how you got it was exposed, and then no one seemed to care about a bicycle accident that happened at the age of twelve.
Grabbing your wallet and phone, you headed out to the living room where Naomi was sitting on her couch scrolling through on her phone, Sarai having left already.
"You don't mind carrying my wallet, do you?" You asked.
"Course not, give it here."
Naomi, nosy as always, opens up the wallet and takes a look inside as you grab some water before you have to head out. She's quiet, so you peek over and see her standing with the wallet still in hand.
"I'm in your wallet." She states, showing you a photo of last December of her standing arms raised as she stood in the center of the ice rink.
"You have been since that time you gave me a photo of you that was taken during team pictures for Tennis in ninth grade."
Naomi nods, remembering how she had given one to you and her parents then hiding them away. "Yeah, I don't know. Nice to know you keep me close."
"Always do, only one person I call my best friend."
Naomi shakes her body out, pocketing the wallet into her pink cross-body bag. "Alright, enough being a sap. We've got to go."
In the car, Namoi decides against music and instead decides to interrogate you on your next project. For the first time in a long time, you didn't have anything definitive lined up. You filmed and auditioned like crazy the past few years, so your manager, Viola, was giving you a much-needed break. She loved to remind you to relax and enjoy it all, and thanks to her, you had. Viola has always had your best interest in mind since she met you at age seventeen.
"Viola said I'm a free bird for a few weeks, months she had said, but I'll surely have an interview or two pop up soon."
"Does that mean you'll be staying with me?"
You laugh, "Nice try, but someone is busy with her dissertation, and I'd be a distraction."
"A pretty one at least."
"Gee, thanks." You reply sarcastically.
"What will you do?"
You shrug, "Life has a funny way of working things out, so I'm not worried."
Naomi looks over at you, confused, "I've never seen you so mellow."
"It is because life is good, and I'm here with you. Being with you reminds me of home."
"New York?" You don't answer, so she keeps going, "Los Angeles, Miami, New Orleans?"
"London."
Naomi frowns, "London?"
"I had not stayed for longer than a week but those four months. It felt like it could be home, or well, I could make it home."
"Do you think it has to do with your parents?"
You look over at Naomi, who's focused on the road, making a right turn into a busy street filled with traffic. "Yeah, it does."
Neither of you continues the conversation as you finally see the destination in front of you.
The Xcel Energy Center.
Naomi had brought you to an arena where hundreds of cars and many people walked towards what you assumed was the entrance. There were two entries to the parking, and she picked the one that said VIP.
She rolls down her window and leans in to look at the name tag on the security. "Hi, Jason." She greets confidently.
"Miss you a VIP member?"
"No, but I can be." The man frowns. "I got royalty in the car." She gestures her head to you. God. Of course, she's playing the famous card.
You lean closer, "Hello Jason, good evening."
The man's eyes widened, and that's when you get a good look; he couldn't be older than 25. "Shit! Sorry--you're! Oh my goodness! I love you. You're my hall pass."
Naomi is biting back a laugh, and you smack her thigh to silence her. "Very flattering, Jason. Thank you. See, I wasn't aware I was coming to the show, or I would have called ahead to make an arrangement; if it's not possible, you can direct us to the available parking lot. I believe it's close to show time."
"No worries, Miss Belmonte. You follow straight ahead of the cones, and Connor will meet you at an entrance. Do you happen to know where you'll be sitting?"
You look at Naomi, waiting for her to answer. "Cherry pit."
"Very well. We'll have bracelets ready for you and someone to direct you in." Jason offers kindly.
"Thank you so much, sorry for the bother. You've been an angel." The young man blushes but doesn't look away. "Could I offer you a photo?" You suggest, genuinely thankful for his help.
His smile falters, "I would love that, but I'm on the job, Miss Belmonte."
You smile, admiring the man and following their protocols. You think for a minute before reaching into the glove box where you know Sarai keeps extra purple index cards for some reason. There is a pen right beside it. You write a thank you, folding it in half and handing it to him.
"Thank you, Jason. I'll never forget your generosity."
"Same here, my niece looks up to you. She thinks you're a real-life princess."
"Do send her my love then."
Jason nods, stepping back, and Naomi continues to a parking lot where few cars are parked.
"You amaze me." Naomi states. You laugh, not sure how to respond. "You handled that with some much grace even after I abused your fame card."
"As long as you don't do it again," You chastise her as you've done many times before.
"We'll see," she chuckles, "come on, Miss Hall Pass."
You roll your eyes, slip out of the car and see a man waving at you. You both offer your wrists where he puts on the wristbands after he checks Naomi's tickets. He nods, asking you to follow him in. There's loud chatter, and you can hear "Olivia" being played through the arena. Conner walks you down the steps to the entrance, where he bids you a good time.
"I can't believe you surprised me with a Harry Styles show."
Naomi grins, throwing her arm over your shoulder walking you towards a side of a stage that looks empty. "I know, I'm the best."
"Yeah, everyone looks amazing. There are so many boas." You marvel at how there are people dressed as if they were about to walk the runway.
"Do you think he'll show tits tonight?" Naomi giggles, thinking back to your reaction to her sending you a photo of his Las Vegas outfit in which he was dressed in a pink fringe vest showing off his toned body.
"A girl can dream," you joke.
"I'll never understand how you've never run into him again." Naomi shakes her head, "The one person who should be your friend and isn't."
"Wow, thanks. That's totally why I became famous."
"It's why I stuck around being your friend." She quips back.
You scoff, "jerk."
"Kidding."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Let's bet you get recognized tonight?"
You nod because you're confident it won't be happening, "Sure, what do you want?"
"Christmas in London."
"New Year in Italy."
"Damn, that's good. I hope I lose."
You laugh, causing a few heads to turn to look at you, and you duck, not liking eyes on you. "Ah, Miss Introvert makes her appearance."
"Leave me alone, you stinker."
Naomi laughs at you, pulling you in for a hug so you can hide properly, "Think on the bright side, no one cares about you because compared to Harry Styles, you're like a nobody all over again."
"That felt like a backhanded compliment."
She shrugs, "Take it as you please."
There are loud cheers suddenly filling the arena, causing you both to look over at the stage when it's only a box in the middle of the runway being taken under the stage.
Naomi stares at it as you untangle yourself from her hold. "You've heard the box theories."
"Only a hundred times because you don't shut up about it."
"Come on, I think it's cool. I want to see how he gets in and if he's uncomfortable or if someone's spun him around a few times. Like I can't imagine it to be comfortable."
"Alright, for Christmas, I'll get you one of those boxes, and we'll roll you around."
"Would you really?"
"Christ, you're a weird one."
You settle down swaying and singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody.
"When did you even score these tickets?"
"Two years ago," she answered nonchalantly.
You gasp, "what?"
"Yeah, remember how he postponed it because he wanted to film two movies well then."
"Wow, I love you."
"I know."
The lights go out, and the cheers are deafening. A poem starts being read, and you can see the band coming out setting up. The female band members are in orange, and the men are in blue/green shade. You let out a loud cheer letting it get lost with the thousands of other people's yells.
Here's to a night to remember.
It has truly blown away how amazing Harry sounds. You had been dying to hear his new album live since it came out in 2019. Each song has a different intro making it feel like a whole new song. The band matches his energy, and you can tell how much he thrives on it.
Harry constantly blows kisses out into the crowd, smiles at posters, and responds to a few with an exaggerated reaction. The intro to Sunflower Vol. 6 with Niji had to be your favorite. You could see how Harry and the crowd loved the beat as the cheers only got louder.
You had not stopped dancing and singing along since he came out. You could hear how horse Naomi's voice had become due to shouting out the lyrics.
Harry had not been wrong when he had said you might be getting lots of ass tonight, but you weren't complaining; it wasn't a bad view. He was so effortlessly himself on the stage that you felt his presence no matter where you stood.
This had to be one if not the best concert you have ever attended.
After Sunflower, Harry takes a moment to take in the crowd; he spots a poster reading, "Should I text him?" He proceeds to go on a long tangent about double texting, thumbs upping means they replied last, and finishing off by saying, "trash, trash, trash." That erupts lots of cheers.
No, you did not think you would ever hear Harry Styles be giving relationship advice to a sold-out arena, but damn, does this man continue to surprise you.
The concert continues, Cherry making you swoon; it is one of your favorites on the album because you were a sucker for sad songs. Lights Up easily becomes your favorite song he performs. He sings the song with his whole heart, and the crowd does the same. Singing "do you know who you are" in an arena of people knowing you're doing what you love with amazing people in your life, you happily sing back. You really understand what people mean when they say Harry makes you feel part of something bigger, makes you remember the importance of embracing who you are one hundred percent.
It's after Lights Up that he begins walking around closer to your side. He smiles at your section before doing a double-take; he grabs more of the cord and steps closer, causing the fans around you to start cheering louder as he's showered with bouquets of flowers.
Harry has stopped walking, and you feel as if he was staring right back at you. You're four rows back from the barricade but now he has the eyes of a hawk not missing anything, just like he spotted the Green Bay Packers fan earlier in the show.
"Do I know you?" Harry speaks into the microphone.
You foolishly turn around before looking back at him before pointing to yourself. He laughs. "Yes, you."
"Don't think so." You shout back, hoping he can hear you.
That wasn't the truth, but it didn't feel like a lie. See, many moons ago, when Harry was still in One Direction, and you were booking Indie films and minor roles for prominent directors, you both happened to be attending the same event a mutual friend invited you to attend. Harry approached you and chatted with you for a long time, sharing a drink of apple cider until he was whisked away.
You didn't know he tried to find you again later in the night or that he asked everyone who attended if they had seen you or knew who you were, but no one seemed to recognize her name. It wasn't until his sister, Gemma, mentioned watching a show named "New Amsterdam'' did he find you again. You were a semi-regular from London a surgeon and were so positively received by the audience that it seemed you were coming back as a regular. Then after finally finding out your name, he fell down the rabbit hole of your IMDB, and well ever since 2018, it's like he always had an out for you.
Harry watched your newest horror thriller film Ready or Not and Love and Monsters, where you had a small role but captured his attention every time you were on the screen. He had watched countless interviews and learned how you had worked with Dylan O'Brien before in a film named First Time, sharing how Dylan gave you lots of advice and managed to be a friend through your growing career. Maybe he was biased, but he thought you were an outstanding actress, each role you made your own. Acting alongside Tom Hanks and being the person to stand out. Don't even get him started in your role in The Queen's Gambit; he could discuss it all day and night.
Well, Harry can proudly be called your fanboy.
Harry had that party in 2015 flash through his mind, and he was hoping you remembered him as well. He'd known he would recognize you in any crowd; he just didn't expect it to be in Minnesota.
He steps closer and narrows his eyes. "May 2015."
You gasp, and it stuns his fans. Not that he knows you, but that he stated a date that they could maybe pinpoint. You doubted it as you don't remember documenting the night or making conversation with anyone other than Harry.
"Yeah," you smile, nodding. "Thought you wouldn't remember."
"I remember a lot in the big head of mine." He jokes. You laugh. "Any requests?" He's smiling at you, waiting to see what you'd say.
You think about it, "Medicine!"
He smirks. "Did you say canyon moon?" The crowd cheers for medicine, and a few yell, asking for to be so lonely, "well, we will be doing Canyon Moon. This is for you." Harry sends you a wink before strutting away to get ready.
"Did Harry Styles recognize you?" Naomi asks, not believing that happened.
"Yes."
"From six years ago."
"Yes."
"Holy shit. What is your life?!"
You laugh because that did not feel real. Naomi spins you around as you happily dance and sing along to a song now dedicated to you. You're trying your best to ignore the glances and the few cameras being pointed at you. You see the recognition in many girls around you, and with no security, you hope they stay respectful.
"Think you might have to get away," Naomi grimaces.
You sigh, still dancing along to the song, "yeah."
"Damn,"
"I'll just slip out and wait in the car. You finish the show." You tell her, not wanting to take this experience away from her.
Naomi pouts, "You're too good of a person. We'll leave before the encore. Got like two songs left."
You nod, knowing she has a point, enjoy the last bit and worry leaving in a while everyone is distracted cheering for an encore they knew was coming.
After finishing crying to Fine Line, swaying with your best friend to a song that brings you so much comfort, you make your way towards the exit where you entered, knowing it'd be the easiest way out. Naomi links your hands together and pulls you forward, staying close to the barricade when a hand sticks out, landing on your elbow stopping you. You startle bumping into Naomi, not recognizing the man. Naomi is ready to rip him a new one when he lifts a pass up. "Love on Tour: Manager."
You let out a sigh, instantly relaxing. "I'm Jeff." He introduces himself.
"I'm Y/N, and this is Naomi."
Jeff smiles, "I know who you are. Think most people do. The cameras put you on the screens."
"Oh," you feel your face flush.
"If you need to leave, we can get you out backstage, but you can also watch from here with me if you'd like to. I've got fancy one-of-a-kind lanyards."
You look at Naomi but know the choice is in your hands, and well, you're hesitating. "I've got it on good authority that someone wants to meet you." Jeff offers.
You nod, letting him hand over a pass, slipping it over your head going over to a side entrance where the security enables you to pass through. You thank him before greeting Jeff in a handshake, and he seems taken back at the gesture before shaking your hand.
"Can I just say I'm a fan of your work? You were incredible in Queen's Gambit. My wife adores the show and you." Jeff tells you as you stand next to him.
You grin at him. "Thank you, means a lot to hear that. Send her my best, will you? If you want, we can send her a message or sign something." You offer.
"You're kind, thank you."
Naomi finally speaks up, still on edge, "Listen, Jeff, don't go taking advantage of her."
"Course not. I understand how much H values his privacy. I imagine it's the same for you."
You nod, "She means well; she's very protective. We've been friends since the sixth grade."
"I understand friendship," He squeezes your arm in assurance. "I feel like I've known Harry all my life. I'd never try to jeopardize your privacy. But you are at a concert for one of the most in-demand artists of the time."
You giggle, "That I am."
You turn back on stage as Harry starts singing Sign of the Times, and the note changes make you feel as if you're hearing it for the time. You sing along, loving that Jeff sings as well. You had not expected to be here but wouldn't change this moment for anything.
Harry introduces his band, Elin, Ny Oh, Niji, Pauli, Mitch, and Sarah. Jeff laughed as he heard you scream the loudest for Sarah out of the other members. You know he makes a mental note of that. Harry begins having the audience riff off with him. He's walking around going from side to side, seeing who can sing it louder. Harry goes back to where you were initially standing to seek you out but doesn't find you. He asks for the house lights and nothing. He frowns, and you catch that on the screens before he moves down, finding a fan dressed as a banana.
He begins singing "she's dressed as a banana" in a beat that fits so well with what the band is playing. That truly is impressive. The crowd singing it with him just as loudly. You're sure that catchy tune will be stuck in your head for a long time.
"He was looking for you," Jeff yells over the intro to the song.
"Was not." You state.
"He was. I know him well. Also, you were the only one he interacted with within the area."
You hum, "Never thought he'd spot me in a crowd."
"Are you kidding? He'd find you in the crowd of time square. He's got a crush on you." Jeff lets slip.
"You don't say," you smirk.
"Please don't tell him I told you."
"Secret is safe with me."
You dance singing back the lyrics when Jeff looks over at you, "Well,"
"Well, what?" Not amused, he interrupted your singing to watermelon sugar.
"You fancy him?"
"Honestly, he's a dream. We clicked all those years ago, so maybe it's still there."
Jeff nods, liking your response, beginning to dance when you see someone else going crazy for his moves, and you start cheering them on. You come to learn his name is Tommy, and he's also part of Harry's team. After kiwi, Jeff ushered you backstage, taking you into a communal area where everyone meets after to celebrate with a drink.
And now you wait.
The band comes in full of chatter; Pauli has a bi pride flag resting on his shoulders. Sarah has her hand resting around Mitch's waist. Elin and Ny Oh were laughing with each other as they all stepped in Jeff at your side.
You wave hello to everyone, holding your breath as you feel all of their eyes on you. Turning to the side to look at Jeff, he does nothing but laugh, "Friends, this is Y/N Belmonte and her friend Naomi. Y/N and Naomi, this is Sarah Jones' band." You all let out a laugh, instantly thankful for Jeff's joke to break the ice.
"A pleasure to meet you all. You were incredible out there." You grin at them, hoping someone will say something.
"Thank you," Mitch replies, and it instantly relaxes you.
"Someone's favorite is the drummer," Jeff teases as they wait for Harry to make his way inside as he had to remove his mic pack and also took a moment to himself after.
You feel your face flush, "my grandma liked playing the drums, and I was rubbish. I'm great on piano, but I just have so much respect for the drums. Not that you all aren't amazing, it's just personal." You defend.
"No worries, I respect that," Niji replies, offering a fist pump.
"So are we okay to take photos with you? We're big fans, and I think Queen's Gambit is always playing in our tour bus." Elin tells you.
"Oh, and the thriller about hide and seek," Pauli informs you.
"Thank you, of course, we can."
After getting photos with everyone, make sure to get them on your phone as well, knowing you'd have to share on your close friends' list about how great the concert was and how lucky you were to meet the band. By the time Harry comes in, everyone is chatting as if we've known each other for months. You learn how funny and intelligent Pauli and Niji are. Ny Oh tells you about life on tour. Elin shares how she's having the best time and offers to show you some tunes on the guitar.
"Jeff-she's gone again. I couldn't even-" he stops in his tracks as he sees you standing with Mitch and Sarah, their phone in hand as they were showing you photos of their baby. "How are you here?"
"Oh, my best friend Naomi bought us tickets. Very nice of her. She said something about Ticketmaster sucking." You laugh thinking back to her story about how she got online early and even had Sarai helping her.
"No backstage. I looked for you in the crowd. I didn't see you."
Jeff gives you an I told you, so look from the side, and you bite back a smile.
"Oh, that's what you were looking for. Thought you lost a contact lens." Naomi teases.
"Jeff was kind enough to offer us to exit backstage if we needed a way out and also said it was okay if we stayed." You smile at Harry's confused but elated face. "Said you might want to meet. Got a good manager in your hands."
Harry nods, his voice soft, "can I hug you?"
You grin and nod, in two strides, he's in front of you, bringing you wrapping his arms around you, and you do the same, resting them on his waist. He's holding you tight as if he won't be letting go any time soon.
He squeezes you tightly two more times before letting you go but leaving a hand resting on your back. "You should introduce yourself with your full name. I only had your name to go by."
You frown, "I used my first name with Jeff, and he knew not to sound conceited or anything."
"No, six years ago. You left, and I never found you that night. I only had your name to go by."
Your eyes widen in surprise, "Well, shit. I didn't know that."
"Yeah, I didn't know who to ask."
You're aware everyone is tuned in with your conversation with Harry but don't mind. "Could have asked Harry Lambert. He invited me to the event."
"Who?" Harry asks, not sure if he heard you correctly.
"Your stylist, Harry Lambert. He helped style me a lot when I was starting out. He said to call him if I ever needed him, and it was thanks to him, I found Gabbi. She's amazing and the reason I dress so well." You gesture down to your outfit.
"Holy shit, six degrees of separation."
"Truly."
"I mean, I asked everyone at that event about you, but Lambert had left early. Why did you leave?"
You shrugged. "Didn't know anyone other than Lambert, and we had a conversation, but you literally bounced from person to person, so I assumed you wouldn't circle back and left."
Harry nods, "Sounds like past me; I'm better at staying in one place now."
"Noted."
"Right, well, fancy a drink again?"
"Sure-'
"Ginger ale or sparkling water?"
You don't even ask why he remembers, "Water is fine."
"Alright, you had your moment. I'd like an introduction." Naomi walks over after he hands you your drink.
You chuckle, "Right. Naomi, meet Harry Styles. Harry, meet my best friend, Naomi Hart."
"Pleasure, Harry. I'm a big fan. That was a hell of a performance." She offers her hand to him, and he happily shakes it back.
"Thank you! It means so much. Have you been to a show before?"
Naomi nods eagerly. "Yes, we were in London both nights as a graduation gift for me and my partner and your final show in LA."
"Ah," he smirks, "big fans then."
"Oh yeah, want to know something about Y/N. She always cries to fine line."
You elbow her in her side, "shut up before I make him blocklist you."
Harry frowns, "Wouldn't dare."
"Fine, I'll block you from all my events," you falsely threaten.
"Quite rude of you to say. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for me."
"Actually for me- I could have spent my days off at home with-"
Naomi interrupts, "Please, you don't know what's home?"
You're aware everyone is still watching and frown, "hey- that's not nice."
"Sorry, babe, but you are a little lost."
You can't help but nod because it's true.
"Thank you for bringing her today; I'm a big fan." Harry addresses you both.
"Are you?" You're genuinely surprised.
"Of course. You're amazing. You're acting breathtaking."
"Well, I'm excited to see your film as well. Florence is a good friend, and she speaks highly of you."
"Thank you. Next year if you can believe it."
Release dates may be far, but they come quickly; you've learned, "you nervous about that?"
He nods, "just a bit; it will be different from Dunkirk."
"Sure as a male lead. I'd assume so."
"Do you sing?" Mitch asks, changing the conversation, "sorry, it's just that you said you play the piano."
"You do?" Harry's eyes widened in amazement.
"I can carry a tune," you offer, looking at Mitch and grin at him.
"Carry a tune, my ass." Naomi scoffs. "She's on the soundtrack of Coco. Singing in Spanish and English, and she composed a lot for things like The Greatest Showman and even a new Marvel film." She tells them proudly.
"Alright, stop talking before we have to make them sign NDA's," you joke.
"We'd be glad to," Harry replies.
"You're fine. Most of the info is available online anyways."
"Hmmmβ¦why don't you perform?" Pauli asks.
"I like acting; it's where I'm meant to be. Learning new roles and also most of my directors let me learn from them. Always give me constant feedback. Think the end goal is one day directing my own kind of movies or shows that allow people to feel something, something to connect to."
"That's remarkable," Jeff tells you.
"Yeah, I'm proud of what I've done. Sure, I might not have lots of awards, but I love what I do, and I can proudly stand behind each work that has come out."
Everyone is staring at you, and you grow nervous. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No," Harry assures you.
Sarah answers for everyone, "it's nice to see you sticking to your values."
"Well, of course, I know it's harder to address when in the public eye, but I try my best to be honest because sure they might not know me, but they are a part of me just as I am of them."
"That's really insightful. Thank you. IβI'm going to think about that more." Harry tells you, giving your hip a comforting squeeze.
You nod. Everyone quickly falls into chatter after a moment, and you're relieved, glad the attention has shifted well not everyone one's as you feel Harry's on you as you take a drink of the water. Naomi is chatting with Pauli, who's showing Naomi their outfit doing a small spin.
"This must be nice to experience each night; it feels like family."
Harry agrees, "They are. Everyone is important. Especially since we spend so many days on the road together away from those we love."
You both grow quiet, enjoying the laughter and chatter that everyone fills in the room.
"When Naomi said you didn't have a home, is that true?"
You sigh. "You don't have to answer." He assures you.
"Know anywhere more private we can chat?"
Harry nods, taking your hand in his leading you down hallway after hallway before arriving at the stairs leading to a luxury suite. You can see workers taking down the set; there are so many people out there.
"Wow, I've never seen it being taken down."
"Yeah. Build it each day only to take it down and do it again the following day."
"The 360 stage is great. Honestly felt your presence the whole time."
"Just what I like to hear." He laughs.
Harry takes a seat, and you follow, sitting right next to him, knowing he's waiting for you. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before deciding that, yes, you do want to share this with him.
"I lost my parents when I was eight. A drunk driver hit them when they were on their way to pick me up from school. I lived in England all my life, specifically Brighton. My father was born in the US, and his parents still lived in California. They moved from Mexico with a Visa, and they had a hard upbringing here, but they fought to give my dad the best they could. He fell in love and followed my mother across the world. I knew what death meant when they passed, but I didn't understand that I wouldn't see them anymore. That morning having breakfast together would be the last memory I'd ever have with them." You stop and take a breath when you feel Harry take your hand in his.
"So at eight, I was uprooted from my life and moved to California to be raised by my grandparents. They were mourning the loss of a son and a daughter-in-law, but they told me that I was the miracle that helped them keep moving forward. They taught me Spanish, and I picked up Italian from my neighbor. I lost them in 2016. My grandma had a heart condition, and after she passed away, two weeks later, my grandpa passed away."
You're no longer fighting back your tears; it's been a while since you've shared the story. Honestly, you can't remember the last time you spoke about this, but it feels good. Not as heavy.
"My abuelo said he was sorry to leave me alone but assured me I was in good hands and that I surrounded myself with great people that would look out for me. Grown, the limited series I did for HBO, won me an Emmy, and it was based partially around my life and how I had to grow up alone building a found family as I went through life. It's very little, but it's my story to the world on my own terms if you know me. The screenwriter and director are two who have worked with me closely since I came into this crazy world and honored a bit of me in the best way they could."
Harry has tears running down his face, and you reach your free hand up to wipe them away, hating that you made him sad. "After losing them, I wasn't sure what to do. Naomi was in Minnesota, and well after they passed, I moved in with her. I had the house, but it wasn't the same, and as much as I love Naomi, she's got someone else she calls home. I finished filming in London a week before the Emmys, and it's the safest I've felt. I just don't have many people to call family in London."
Harry reaches a hand to rest on your cheek, and you let out a deep sigh letting yourself relax in his hold. "You got me. I know we just met or well reunited, but let me in, and I promise I'll never leave your side. Let me help you see London as home again.
You nod, letting his words sink in, "I'm a wanderer who's looking for a place to call home."
"Song lyrics?"
"No, it's a saying I always said to Naomi."
He hums, "Might just have to write a song together."
"Not anytime soon."
"I'm patient." He promises. "Thank you for sharing that with me. Clearly, it wasn't easy, but I'm proud of how far you've come and can't wait to continue to see you grow."
"Thank you for listening. It's been a while since I've told anyone. I'm sorry if it was too much."
He shakes his head, "no apologies, love."
You nod; Harry leans back in the seat, letting his hand drop that was resting on your face on your lap. You're quick to catch it before he can remove it playing with his rings. You fall into a comfortable conversation talking about what stood out the most from the show, and you tell him about favorite places to eat in Minnesota. He shares that he loves that you accidentally matched. He makes you take a photo on his phone so that he can send it off to his sister to make her jealous. He takes a lot, an excuse to hold you close, not that you mind.
His phone rings with a phone call he is quick to ignore, then three chimes follow. He sighs, "I need to get on the road."
"Right," you don't move to get up, and neither does Harry.
"Alright, if we exchange numbers?"
"Be disappointed if we don't. I want those photos we took." You remind him.
You swap phones inputting your name as Belmonte 2015 π
He smirks as he sees your name, and you laugh at how simple his contact name is: H πΊ
"Thank you for sharing with me."
"Well, next time, you owe me a life story." You declare.
He sounds smug, "next time?"
"Sure, told you my life story. Means you're part of my life forever. And I liked spending time with you."
"Yeah, I did too," he goes silent. "Felt like a date."
"Sneaky, Styles."
"What?"
"I deserve to be asked out properly, don't you think?"
Harry nods, "well, of course."
"Good, so," you urge him on.
"Will you let me take you on a date?" His voice wavering, not sure if you'd accept even though you told him to ask you.
You nod. "Yeah, six years late, but yes."
"You liked me too?" He asks, bewildered.
You grin, "I laughed at your jokes, batted my eyes at you. I flirted and think you were too busy being Mr. Popular to notice."
"Maybe, but god, you made me nervous and relaxed at the same time. I've never felt that way again until tonight when I saw you in the crowd."
"Well, I can't wait to see where life takes us."
As you make your way down the now empty hallways, you saunter, trying to extend your time together as much as possible. He asks about your favorite song to karaoke to, you ask about his go-to meal on the road. Going back and forth with questions. Not stopping until you're back in the room you were in earlier, except now only three people sit there, Naomi, Jeff, and Tommy.
"Did you fuck?" Naomi asks bluntly.
"Fuck Omie, and you ask why I don't take others anywhere."
"To be fair, I'm a lot to handle."
"No, we didn't," Harry answers, not wanting her to ask again.
You see her sitting next to more than a few items that have bunnies and Harry's face on them. Naomi follows your gaze, her smile widening. "I went shopping." She gloats.
"I see they found a way to get you to behave."
"Well, of course. Lots are for Sarai and me mostly; you can claim something you like as yours. We'll count this as your payment for staying at my apartment for free."
You laugh, not at all upset that she used your card; God knows there is so much money on there and if she wanted to use it by all means.
"Why am I not surprised?"
"You did leave it with me, and I know to use it for emergencies. Clearly, it was one."
"Jeff, you made our new friend pay?" Harry asks.
"She insisted."
"I did," Naomi agrees. "This one would have thrown a fit if not." Gesturing to you with a point of thumb.
"Geez, don't need to call me out, but she's right. You're all a hard-working team, not the only paychecks it'll be going to."
Harry knows he can't argue with that.
Naomi brings the topic back to them, "So anything interesting happen up there you'd like to share?"
Harry happily replies, "we will be going on a date."
"That's great, but we got to go," Jeff responds, leaving no room for argument.
Harry nods, not hiding his sadness as he brings you in for a hug. Your arms go around his waist; it truly felt like a reunion of a few months and not years.
He was not ready to say goodbye so soon when he got an idea.
"Say what you doing Friday?"
You pull away to look up at him, a bit shocked and a bit nervous about what he might ask you. "Not sure; I got a free schedule for some time."
Harry smirks; he brings a hand up, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. "You like Chicago?"
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pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach
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warnings: cursing, reader folds 'cause who wouldn't for the sweet puppy that is Carmy, hurt and comfort, small angst, small fluff, we talk about Mikey a bit, author uses writing as therapy, relationship angst...? barely edited.
part one: God's Plan
"It's six in the Goddamn morning!" You raged at your front door, stomping up to it, "Are you dumb in the fucking head!? Who the fuck in their right mind knocks like the Goddamn cops at six in the fucking morning!?"
You whipped it open, the force causing a breeze of air to blow your bedridden hair back and highlight your exhaustion. "Hiya, sunshine," Richie beamed down at you, holding up a paper bag, offering, "donut?"
"Richie!? I know you're not fuckin' stupid, baby boy, so, what the fuck is wrong with you? It's six in the morning on my day off - do you want to give me a reason to punch you? You hate your nose that much?"
He tisked at you mockingly, "Someone's cranky this morning."
"What do you want?"
"You're not gonna invite me in for coffee? I brought us donuts! See? C'mon, Peach," He jostled the bag around with a shit-eating, closed-lip smile. "Dooonuts," he taunted.
You had to pause, count to ten in your head, then sigh through your nose. You offered kindly, "Richie? Would you like to come in for some coffee? Since you kindly brought donuts?"
He grinned, "Awwh, thanks, Peach, thats real nice of yah! Don't mind if I do!"
"Don't call me that," you snapped, leading him into your kitchen. The door shut and locked.
"Oh, someone's touchy."
"What do you fucking want?" You whined, pouring two mugs of hot coffee. "You come bangin' at my door, early ass in the mornin'. You better have a good-ass reason," you slid the mug over the counter he sat at. "Cream or sugar?"
He shook his head, fiddling with the mug for a moment before admitting as you dressed up your own coffee, "Uh, so... It's Carmy."
You paused, taking a slow sip from your mug, waiting for more that wouldn't come. So, you quietly asked, "What about Carmy?"
"He's falling apart."
"O...Kay?"
"Peach," he frowned, "you know that your relationship was the only thing that made sense to him - he's falling apart without you there."
"Okay," you nodded, taking another swallow of hot bean-water.
"That's it? Nothing else to say? Dude's losin' his fuckin' shit, Peach. Okay? Barely leaves the restaurant, h-he's all manic and shit, doesn't stop cookin', isn't gettin' a lotta sleep, and Syd said his clothes are all over the apartment - he's not keeping himself in order."
"So, he needs his mother?"
Richie glared with a clenched jaw, "Not fuckin' funny, Peach."
"I'm not laughing."
"He needs you."
"I'd argue otherwise, he's a grown fuckin' man who doesn't need to be taken care of. Look, if he was man enough to call me a desperate, clingy bitch, he's man enough to deal with the fallout of his words."
"Look, hey, hey, hey, I'm not sayin' he's not in the wrong," he waved his hands, eyes widening, "actually, the exact opposite. We all chewed his ass out when we found out what he fuckin' said, Peach. And look, I've never seen Fak that fuckin' angry."
You semi-pouted your bottom lip, "Really?"
"Fak was ready to strangle Carmy, I think," Richie sighed. "I yelled, Sugar yelled, Fak lost his shit, Syd even cornered him in the office and laid into him..."
"I thought she didn't like me," you whispered.
"She's getting to know you, but she likes you," he assured, "and it's obvious the affect you have on Carmy. We all respect that - "
"Oh, great, so everyone except the one person who needs to respect our relationship - respects it!"
Richie frowned at you, nodding in agreement before admitting, "He's a dumb fuckin' idiot, Peach, we all know that, but the dude is losing it without you."
"Sucks to suck."
"Peach," he groaned, slapping his hands to the counter with exasperation. "Don't you love him?"
"Of course I love him, but I also have this little thing called self-respect! He said some shit - shit he can't ever take back. The fuck I look like going back to him when he's the one in the wrong!? I don't hate myself that much, and despite what he says, I'm not that desperate for love."
"How is talking to the man you love - "
"Richie," you paused him, "your Cousin said a lot of hurtful shit. It's been weeks, okay? He's gonna snap outta it, realize what he's done, and right the wrongs he's committed. I don't need to speed that along in any way, shape, or form - he's a grown man. And I'm a grown woman, I don't have to fall to anyone's beck-and-call, he can figure his own shit out."
"I know - look, it's been fuckin' weeks of us dealin' with him losin' his fuckin' mind!" Richie snapped. "We tried to respect that you wanted distance and time, we really did, but he's losin' it, Peach, more than he's lost it before. Okay? I'm concerned about him, more than I was when the shit with Mikey went down..."
You sighed and leaned on your kitchen counter, wiping your fingers over your eyes to pinch the bridge of your nose after. "Okay, okay," you paused, sighing again, blinking as you looked at Richie, "so, what would you like me to do?"
He pouted dramatically, "Talk to him? Please?"
"To say... What?"
"I don't know, you guys can work that out together, but he's miserable, Peach. Just talk to him, just..." He sighed, shaking his head, "I know it's not fair to ask of you, but he's slippin' off the deep end. You're all he knows, all that makes sense to him, and with you gone..." His eyes turned red as he held back his tears, "I-I'm not sayin' he's gonna do anythin', Peach, but everythin' with Mikey's still so fresh... I just - I can't go through this again. Can't lose another Berzatto."
You frowned, understanding now why he appeared so frazzled.
"Carmy's not Mikey, Richie, okay?" You reminded him softly, reaching for his hand; leaving your extended to reach him, "And you're not gonna lose any more of us, you hear me?" You gave a squeeze, "I'll talk to him."
"Really?"
"I will," you assured softly, seeing the single tear drop from his waterline when he bowed his head and sniffled harshly. "Hey, Richie...? Do you, maybe, wanna bring some flowers to Mikey today? Think you wanna visit?"
He shrugged, "Maybe..."
"Maybe it'll be nice," you assured calmly. "It rained a few days ago, so, the ground won't be too soggy anymore, but the grass will be lush and green - hydrated and shit."
"Right," he chuckled, nodding, "yeah, okay, maybe that'll be nice, yeah, you're right."
"Maybe Carmy could use a visit, too."
"He won't go."
You nodded, "I know, but sometimes it's nice to just have the offer."
Richie agreed, downing the last of his black coffee. "All right," he cleared his throat, "let's go - you wearin' that?"
"What?"
"You gonna wear that? To go talk to Carmy?"
"It's not even seven in the morning!"
"He's at the restaurant," Richie shrugged. "Dude doesn't leave. C'mon, he needs a nap or somethin'."
You groaned, knowing he wouldn't leave unless you left with him. So, you got ready quickly while he sat at your desktop computer; playing Facebook's FarmVille - the same you left your little cousins to play when they needed distracted. He was enraptured by the adorable virtual sheep, laughing to himself as he learned the ropes of the game; and when you were ready, you had time to fill a to-go tumbler of coffee while he signed off.
When you arrived at The Beef, it was still closed for the morning prep; and inside, chaos rained in a fury of angry voices. You listened to Carmy snap at Marcus about something petty, going as far as to slap a pastry out of his hand as they argued in one another's faces with ignited passion.
"Ooookay," you moved through the kitchen and got between the two men, hands on Carmy's chest, "that's enough, Chef, hey, hey, hey, c'mon, walk away - just walk away, Carmy, don't do this. Hey, hey, don't do this, c'mon, just step off - walk away with me, please. Please, Carmy, hey, hey, step off, walk away with me, please."
"Fuck you doin' here, Peach?" He asked with red, swollen eyes. He looked sullen; pale between the angry red blotches to his skin, bags under his tired eyes, looking worn out and thinner than you remembered.
"Yeah, hey, hey, we'll talk about that, c'mon, outside, outside, outside," you directed him, sighing at the sight of the splattered pastry you were forced to step over. "I'm so sorry, Marcus," you whispered, seeing him nod and wave you off as you and Carmy pushed outside into the alley.
The door shut behind you, making Carmy snarl, "What the fuck, Peach - "
"No, I think that's better asked to you," you snapped. "The hell's wrong with you? Yellin' at Marcus like that? You know how rude it is to slap shit outta anyone's hand?"
He paced in anger, wiping a hand down his face; circling his mouth with his fingers, eyes ringed with red, hair greasy and tossed in a mess. His pants looked baggy, his shirt wrinkled, stained, and dirty with sweat marks.
"What're you doin' here?" He asked in a pant, hands going to his slender hips, head shaking as his tear-filled eyes avoided yours.
"Carmy, we need to talk."
"No shit," he breathed, scoffing after and widening his pace.
"Hey, Carmy, hey, hey," you reached for him, taking both his wrists in your grasp so he had to face you. "I need you to pause for me, please, hey," you stepped in his way when he tried to move. "Carmy, you're no good to anyone when you're like this - least of all yourself. So, I need you to talk - "
"You left," he panicked, pulling back to start pacing again. "You left - you left me. We got in a fight and you left, you fucking left. You walked away and you left me."
"Carmy, we got in more than a fight," you sighed. "You lashed out at me, then turned avoidant, and I don't linger where I'm not wanted."
"How can you think that?" He demanded, still pacing. "That you're not wanted by me? That you're not welcome, what? In my life? At my side? With me? Baby - of course, you are!"
"You didn't exactly make me feel any different," you pointed out sharply. "Carmy, can you please fucking pause for me so we can talk this out - "
"I know I fucked up," he ranted to himself, huffing and puffing as his emotion strangled him. "I know I did, I kept - I couldn't - I fucked up. I know I did. I couldn't get my head outta my ass," he listed, pacing as he panted when panic took hold of his being, "and I hurt you, and it was like I had to keep hurting you because I couldn't be alone in what I felt and I couldn't exactly figure out what the fuck I was feeling - I just needed you to hurt, too."
"Carmy," you sighed patiently.
"And I couldn't stop, I just kept going, and when I realized how bad I made it, I couldn't fucking stop - I needed y-yo-you t-to know what I felt, but I couldn't find the words. I-I hate that I did that, I-I fucking hurt you and I made this so much worse than it ever had t-to be, and I fucking know, Peach, okay? I know you're not clingy, you were just loving me. Y-You were loving me, you were using your own love languages, and I felt y-you so fuckin' close to me, and freaked out - I just - I just don't know why. I just - I panicked, I couldn't stop whatever I felt, and I'm so sorry," he breathed, shaking his head, wiping his cheeks as the tears started. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Peach, I couldn't control myself and I-I hate that I hurt you, and I know I don't deserve your understanding, but I just - I couldn't stop - "
"Carmy," you stepped directly in his footpath; needing to seize hold of his swollen biceps to catch his movements as he all but barreled right into you, "I need you to breathe."
"Nah, I'm okay - "
"No, you're not," you spoke sternly, shaking your head. "Baby," you eased your tone to a softer tone, seeing a glimmer of hope spark in his baby blues, "I need you to take a breath and remain in the present with me, okay? Just stand here with me," you watched as he blinked a couple of times; reaching out to hold your waist tentatively. "And stay in the present, okay? Stay here with me."
"I'm so sorry, Peach," he whispered, stepping closer so he could feel your breasts against his chest; caging you with his arms. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I didn't - I didn't know what the fuck I was even trying to fight with you about. You're not clingy - you're not any of the things I said, I didn't mean it - any of it."
"Calling me desperate?"
"I didn't mean any of it."
"A bitch?"
"Please," he whispered, bringing you in closer so he could rest his forehead on yours. "Don't repeat it, I know what I said, and I'm so fucking sorry for all of it. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm goin' crazy without yah, Peach. I need my best girl, and I don't deserve you, but I fuckin' need you." He sniffled, pulling back to caress your cheek, whispering, "I need you, Peach, you're the only thing that I know - the only thing I can understand, that makes sense to me. I think I just felt stressed and overwhelmed, I wasn't sure what to do - I couldn't find the words, I'm so sorry."
You nodded slowly, "I think we can work through this."
"I don't deserve you."
"Maybe not, but you have me anyway," you whispered, bringing his forehead to your own again. "But you can't do this again, taking anger out on me when I haven't done anything."
"Never again," he sighed, now nestling into your neck for comfort; arms tightening so you were the closest you could be with your head bent to keep his head caressed with yours.
"I don't think we can say 'never', but we can make an effort to leave work stress at work, right?" You whispered softly, letting one around coil around him to keep him close; the other caressing his jaw. "You don't get to treat me like that," you reminded him, "because I'm on your side, Carmy, I'm not the enemy."
"I know," he squeezed you tight.
"And the people doing their jobs are not the enemy," you smirked.
"I know," he chuckled lightly. "I owe Marcus an apology..."
"I'm sure you owe it to the others, too," you mused, holding his cheek as you turned your head to kiss his forehead. "Promise me we're done with that reactive bullshit. It doesn't make navigating a relationship easier on us."
"We're done, we're so fuckin' done with that shit," he whispered, deflating into your embrace as you held him close. "I'm so sorry, baby. I really am."
"I know," you comforted softly. "I forgive you."
"I don't deserve it."
"Hey, hey, this self-deprecating stunt has to end, too. We've gotta go forward with at least some confidence if we're gonna figure this out together."
He nodded, pulling back but keeping hold of your waist. "I am confident about this... About you - about us."
"Hmm?" You gently pushed a few stray curls from his forehead.
"Move in with me - officially."
Your face contorted in mild disappointment, "Oh, Carmen - "
"No, no," he rushed, sighing as his hand flattened on your jaw and cheek again, "just listen to me. I've wanted to ask you for a long time, okay? I've wanted this for - like - fucking years. Hear me? I just," he sighed, "I wasn't sure how to ask. I want this for us, I want us to be together, okay? Officially. I-I want us living together, Peach, okay? I want to come home and just - I want you there. I want all of you," he frowned, tears swelling again, "and all your shoes in the foyer, hair in the shower drain, perfume on the counter, and every-single-way you know how to love me. I was wrong to say you were clingy - and everything else I said. Baby, the last couple weeks, I've felt so fucking empty, so lonely and - just - cold. I've been cold without you. I need you, Peach, I need you with me, and I need you to be exactly you - no holding back. Because you're exactly who I need to love me, I'm so sorry I fucked that up before."
"Carmy."
He frowned, "I'm sorry."
"I know," you smirked, "and I forgive you. But you know it's gonna take more than a few pretty words and some tears, right?"
He nodded, "Anything to make this work again."
You sighed in patience, "Go say your apologies to the others, we've got t'make a stop before going back to yours - and you're going to take a fucking nap."
"I'm fine - "
"Look me in my eye and try to tell me in the past 72 hours, you've had decent, restful sleep."
He frowned, opening his mouth a few times but then sighing. "You know I can't," he whispered.
"Exactly why we're going back to yours."
Carmy paused, brows furrowing as if a thread pulled them together. He asked softly, "Is that a no to us... Living together? Is that why you're calling it 'my' place?"
You offered him a look of patience and leaned in to peck his lips for a few prolonged seconds, promising, "There's your apartment, there's my apartment, and then there's gonna be our apartment. Somewhere that's just ours, 100% us." His mouth stretched in a grin, so you swiftly cut him off, "But you have to ask me again when you've got restful sleep under your belt. I want you clear headed when you make this kinda decision."
"Yes, ma'am," he agreed. "Where're we goin' before?"
You swallowed nervously, telling him softly, "You absolutely do not have to go with us, but I think Richie could use a visit out to Mikey's grave. I said I'd take him with some flowers, but you do not have to get out to go with us - not if you're not ready."
He blinked a few times, rolling his lips between his teeth as his eyes dropped from yours. You were about to coo his name and assure him again, when he nodded at you and tried to half-smile. "Okay," he breathed.
"Okay?"
"Mhm. I'll, uh... M-Maybe I can, just, hang back in the car."
"Sure, baby, whatever you're comfortable with," you whispered, leaning in to peck his forehead. "You good?"
"I will be."
"Mhm," you hummed, caressing his cheek again before pushing your hand into his curls. "Now, let's get a move on - I want you to march in there, say you're sorry to your Chefs, and then we'll leave."
"Yes, ma'am," Carmy whispered, leaning in to kiss you - but you pulled back.
"Aht," you halted him with a teasing finger to his lips, "after we've got everything worked out, then you can kiss me."
"You got t'kiss me," he mumbled against your finger; making you hum as you fought off a stretching smile, and lower your hand.
"Fair point - just one then - "
He cut you off by, indeed, pressing a single kiss to your lips, but not pulling back. His hand raised to hold the back of your head, your lips spreading in a grin against his; finding rhythm to move together before pausing to press in prolonged passion.
When he pulled back, you both paused to smile, and when you tried to peck his lips again, he pulled back, teasing, "Aht, just the one."
"Oh, fuck you," you laughed lightly, letting him take your hand before leading you back into the kitchen. The other Chefs lingered, sparing you and Carmy a few nervous glances, making you whisper in his ear as you squeezed his hand, "Go ahead, baby, get it done."
He nodded and called the kitchen to attention, clearing his throat, and beginning to make his apologies. He singled out Marcus, then Sydney, Richie, and Sugar; the kitchen staff all accepting his words and insisting he could take the day off - even the next few days if he wanted! You had to usher him to grab his things a few times, nudging him in reminder and verbally pushing him back into action. That boy's ADHD would truly be the death of him.
"So?" Richie smirked at you as Marcus handed you a packaged box of pastries.
"We're talking it out."
He chuckled, "Good. Get him outta here, Peach, dude needs to breathe."
"I got it," you swatted him away as Carmy exited the office. "But we've got somewhere to be first, right?"
He paused, then nodded and asked in a mutter, "He said okay?"
"He's got time to decide what he wants to do, but he knows we're going. C'mon, get your coat."
Richie met you at the front of the restaurant and with a parting wink to Sugar, you took Carmy's hand, tangled your fingers together, and left to venture to your parked car. Carmy got in the front, Richie in the back, and after a stop at a corner bodega to grab three bouquets of flowers, you drove to the cemetery. Carmy was silent, no music played, and Richie's leg bounced in anxious tension; making small conversation with you about your job in an effort to distract himself.
When you arrived, you pulled up on the access road that you knew was closest to Mikey's grave. Richie spared a glare between you and Carmy before muttering that he needed a cigarette and got out of the car to leave you alone. "Baby?" You whispered, reaching for his hand. "Hey, look, if you don't want to go with us, it's okay. We won't be long... But maybe you want to sign this," you showed him the small, blank name card left in the flowers.
"Why?" He whispered.
You shrugged, "So he knows they're from you."
"Peach," he sighed, meeting your eyes.
"Baby, I know it's silly, I know it's easier to ignore it all. But I'd like to believe it's just a nice gesture for our own closure - it's a signed gift from us, to them... And maybe it's nice to pretend that wherever they are, they know what we've left for them."
Carmy nodded slowly, "I-I don't think... I don't think I can go..."
"It's okay, baby," you whispered.
"But," he sniffled, opening his hand to you, "I'll sign it, if you'll leave it for me?"
"Of course," you rushed, opening your purse to producing a pen for him. The clank card rest on the center console of your car, pausing, swallowing nervously, then scribbling his name as he cleared his throat. He offered you the pen, waited until it was put away, then offered the flowers. "Hang tight, we won't be too long," you whispered, leaning in to rest your forehead. "You okay?"
He nodded, pecking your forehead before letting you get out of the car. You handed Richie his own flowers with a signed card, holding your own and Carmy's; linking arms with Rich to venture up the small grass hill and moved about halfway down the cemetery plot line. When you came to his stone, you understood this was what Rich needed more than you, so, you knelt and laid the two bouquets down before starting to quickly groom the area around his tombstone.
You told him, "I'm sorry it's not much, but I'll be back later for a picnic and a chat. I brought you flowers from me a-and from Carmy. He's in the car, but he's here, Mikey... Give him time," you whispered, brushing dirt from the stone before standing. "Take your time," you told Richie softly, seeing the tears gather in his eyes.
"Thanks, Peach," he whispered, offering you a tight hug. When you pulled back and started to walk away, Richie lowered himself to kneel and lay his own flowers down; hearing him tell Mikey, "Don't gotta worry 'bout us, Mike-Man, Peach is the glue that keeps us together. Shit, she even got Carmy out here..."
You made it back to the car and got in, smiling at Carmy - but dropping it the instant you saw tears in his eyes. "Talk to me," you whispered, reaching for a wet wipe in your glovebox to clean your hands after plucking the grass and brushing off dirt from the grave.
"Why can't I get out?"
You only stared at him for a long moment, unsure what to say.
"I'm here... I'm finally here... Why can't I get out?"
"You're not ready," you nodded, tossing the wipe aside to a plastic bag. "It's okay, Carmy, it's okay to not be ready yet. We can come back when you are," you reached for his hand.
"I think this added to my frustration," he admitted. "I couldn't... I didn't go to the funeral, haven't been here since he was... You know."
"Laid to rest."
"Yeah," he sighed. "Fuck's wrong with me?"
"You're grieving," you relented, nuzzling closer so your head rested on his shoulder. "It's not linear, Carmy, baby, just let yourself feel. When you try to repress your emotions, you lash out inappropriately."
"I know," he whispered, "'M sorry."
"It's not your fault," you promised, the two of you quietly bowing your heads together. You remained as such until Richie got back in the car, and from there, it was quiet as everyone stewed in their own emotion. You dropped Rich back at work before promising to call him later and driving away; heading for Carmy's apartment in the soothing silence, his hand locked in yours.
When you arrived at his apartment, you froze upon seeing the interior's state. "Oh, Carmy, no," you whispered, frowning deeply.
"Looks worse than it is," he deflected. You only hummed and let him lead you to the bedroom; watching him strip and prepare for bed before joining you on the mattress. He crashed almost immediately, sighing in relief as he pecked over your shoulder and collarbone, muttering, "'M so glad you're back. 'M so sorry, Peach."
"I know you are, and I forgive you," you told him softly, carding a manicured hand through his hair. "Just get some rest, baby."
He was asleep nearly instantly. He deflated on top of you, deeply resting enough to not notice you slip out from under him. You cleaned his entire apartment; doing laundry, cleaning, scrubbing, replacing necessities he deemed himself too lazy to pay attention to. You did dishes, cleaned out his fridge, and as you mopped up the floors, the sun set and Carmy emerged from the bedroom.
"Baby?" He mumbled in earnest confusion, sighing in relief when he saw you.
"What? Afraid I disappeared on you?" You teased with a small grin.
"For sure," he mumbled, wiping sleep from his eyes; making your amusement dim when you realized the nerve it struck. "The hell you doin'?"
"You didn't seriously think I could rest knowing this monster of a clean-up job lingered out here, did you?"
"I don't want you t'clean after me."
"Well, too late," you smirked. "You good now?"
"I feel better, yeah."
"Good."
"And I made up my mind."
"Hmm? About what?"
"I'm gonna take some time off work," he nodded, "and focus on us. Get us in a new crib, it'll be nice."
"Think you can handle that?"
He nodded, "I'll have to, you're the most important thing in my life, I can't lose you. So, if I gotta take time off, that's the least of my worries. I'm only here for us, for you."
You smiled at him, setting the mop aside to wrap him in your arms. "I like the sound of that, us making a home together - being able to decorate a new home. But don't let me overdo it, okay? I get all excited and kinda bulldoze my way through projects. I don't want you t'find real reason t'resent me."
"Nah, that ain't possible," he promised quietly.
True to his word, Carmy took three solid weeks off; agreeing to a fourth week as a contact-only consultant. You and he slept in most days, looking at apartments, and not once did he even mention work. He was diligent in his attention, focused on you and you alone; putting in overtime to rebuild that what was broke by focusing on shared interests again. You found a place you loved ready for what was basically immediate move-in, taking time to pack your respected places and prepare for the official start of your cohabitating relationship.
You didn't forget what he said, being reserved in your displays of love. Yet Carmy was different; he was totally clingy the moment you returned to his life. He feared letting you go meant you'd disappear again, feared you'd run away again. He held your hand at every possible opportunity, got you a fresh bouquet of weekly flowers, ran all his errands with you; never went to bed without you, cooked all meals with you in the kitchen - perched up on a counter. Most showers you took together, and almost every night was spent cuddling on the couch or in bed with either a book being shared between you or a new show playing on the mounted flatscreen TV.
Carmy clung because he thought if he showed you acts of his love, it'd allow comfort towards your loving behavior to flourish again - and he was right. It took a little bit of time, but Carmy clung tighter and tighter; ensuring you started to reciprocate before ever easing up in the intensity of his affectionate displays. He didn't want to overwhelm you, but knew you needed the reassurance.
You were cautious, you were apprehensive; tiptoeing around Carmy even when living together before warming back up to him. You didn't need to repeat the words he hurled at you all those weeks ago, not wanting to dredge up repressed feelings, but never letting him forget what he said. Your actions spoke enough, skittish around his affection; something Carmy took note of and despised himself for. He made up for it, of course he did, it was Carmy and he hated tension and conflict in his closest circles of life. Yet it wasn't so easy for you two to move forward, they weren't just words to you.
They were direct insults to you as a person; to you and how you loved others. Carmy had seen your deepest fear and used it as a defense against you - wanting you to hurt the way he was, too. He understood this wasn't acceptable, knowing the next time he resorted to such despicable actions, you'd simply walk away; never dealing with disrespect, so, he needed to be acutely aware of his words.
You would never allow yourself to be someone else's doormat, but part of being an adult is understanding that people were allowed to make mistakes - it's part of being fucking human. How terrible you'd feel if someone held your own mistakes against you, because the truth was, you weren't perfect either.
Part of being in a(n adult) relationship is understanding when someone apologized, it was best to accept and move on because nothing was ever solved by dragging turmoil out. This didn't mean forget what happened, forget whatever emotion was evoked - but to do your part to repair what was broken; no matter who was at fault, it always took Two to Tango.
And in this song and dance, you were ready to sweep around the dance floor if only with Carmy. Because that's what a relationship was; a conscious effort by both partners to work as one, to dance in-sync; owning the art together, as equal partners.
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Harry's House
Summary: YN and Harry have been together since they were fifteen, childhood sweethearts. Follow their journey through fame, touring and an unexpected surprise, and everything in between.
2009:
Jonny's Place Harry realises he likes YN more than just a friend.
2012:
Two Pink Lines YN and Harry find out they're expecting a baby.
Our Baby YN and Harry have their first ultrasound.
Baby Styles Baby Styles arrives.
A Day With The Styles Family Spend the day with YN, Harry and baby Oliver.
2015:
Baby Styles #2 YN and Harry announce they are expecting Baby Styles number two.
When Three Becomes Four Oliver becomes a big brother.
Summary: Harry Styles has been your bestfriend since you met him right before One Direction started their break and he started working on his solo career. Over the years the two have been there for each other through all the good and all the bad, heβs been there ready with a pint of ice cream and a hug whenever someone broke your heart just like youβve been there cheering him on during all his accomplishments throughout his career. But somewhere along the way Harryβs feelings for you changed and now he has to navigate trying to figure out if telling you how he feels is worth the risk of losing you.
Story Type: Friends to lovers
Status: Completeπ
Tag List: Open
Instagrams: Coming Soonβ¨
Conversations: Here
Blurbs: Here
Everything Else: Here
*This is a texting story but youβll find everything in the correct order below*
Part 1: Thatβs Not True
Part 2: Gossip
Part 3: Irish Goodbye
Part 4: One Round
Part 5: Cranky
Part 6: Space
Part 7: Miserable
Part 8: Two Weeks
Part 9: Love Fern
Part 10: Say Sike
Part 11: See How it Goes
Part 12: Six Months
Part 13: Two Bottles
Part 14: Not A Threat
Part 15: Red or White?
This is just a list of fanfics I've personally enjoyed reading. They are in no particular order, and the more I read... or remember I've read, because adhd brain here... the more I'll update the list.
These are all related to Harry Styles but some are AU stories.
Important: I always encourage you to read any and all warnings before starting a new fic, please.
[ COMPLETED ]
β’β’ in my feelings series @harrystylescherry
- Harry Styles x Vogue Writer Y/N
- Enemies to lovers
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β’β’ wish upon a star series @mysweetestcreature
- Stepbrother Harry x Y/N
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β’β’ somebody else series @harrystylescherry
- Harry Styles x Y/N
- Friends with benefits to lovers
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β’β’ chapters @writingsfromhome
- Harry x Single Mom YN
- Exes to lovers
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β’β’ love on tour series @gucciwins
- Harry Styles x Actress Y/N "Belmonte"
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β’β’ fine line series @imaginesandbandfiction
- Harry Styles x Tour Assistant Y/N
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β’β’ 42 hours / pt. 2 @sunflowervolvimp3
- Harry x Y/N
- Enemies to lovers
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β’β’ since forever series @satanhalsey
- Harry Styles x Y/N
- Relationship since age 15
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β’β’ love on tour series @loveontourlove
- Harry Styles x Tour Assistant "Emilia"
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β’β’ tying you to me series @harry-on-broadway
-Harry Styles x SNL Staff Y/N
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β’β’ sun will rise series @watchmegetobsessed
- College LHH x Reader
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β’β’ gonna make you mine @gurugirl
- Mob Boss Harry x Reader
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β’β’ a public nuisance @gurugirl
- Coworker Harry x Reader
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β’β’ hurt @1d1195
- Harry x Reader
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β’β’ so long @harry-smiles
- College Harry x Reader
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β’β’ not the same as it was @babyiamperfectforyou
- Husband Harry x Wife Reader
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β’β’ just for you @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite
- LHH x Reader
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β’β’ tease me @freedomfireflies
- Harry x BFF Reader
- Has 4 additional parts
[ ONGOING ]
β’β’ since 2010 series @watermelonsugacry
- Harry Styles x 1D Band Member Y/N
- Writing Fine Line & Building Harry's House + blurbs
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β’β’ the queen's secret series @gurugirl
- Prince Harry x Queen Reader
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β’β’ you're someone I just want around series @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy
- Vamprry x Y/N
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β’β’ the roommate series @lukesaprince
- College Roommate Harry x Reader
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β’β’ the morning after @oh-honey-styles
- Harry x Reader
- Sort of enemies to lovers (?)
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β’β’ spare parts @around1302
- Bandmembers Harry x Charlie (AU)
- Enemies to lovers
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β’β’ illicit affairs @goldenbuckyyy
- Harry Styles x YN
- Exes/bffs to lovers (I hope)
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β’β’ just how fast the night changes @watchmegetobsessed
- Harry Styles x YN
- Reunion between high school bffs
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β’β’ something old @didhewinkback
- Harry Styles x BFF!yn
- BFF to lovers
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β’β’ flame @jarofstyles
- Harry x Y/N
- Best friends to lovers
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β’β’ blacking out & breaking hearts @dont-call-me-baby-posts
- Harry x Singer Reader
[ INSTAGRAMS & PHOTO BLURBS ]
These are some accounts I love that post awesome Harry Styles Instagram post blurbs. They're very creative with their stories!
@harrysfolklore
@lovecanyon
@pleasingsatelitte
@pancakes4two
@harrysblackcoat
The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~)
Chapter 7: The Chase(s)
Warning: strong language, mention of alcohol and death.
(Eighth Child Masterlist)
When I woke up that morning the first thing I felt was the burning sting of my shoulders, I took a few seconds to process that I was hurt. How long did I sleep?Β
After spending almost two hours with Klausβ head on the sink brushing his hair looking for glass shards, I was exhausted. Klaus gave me one of his jumpers to wear and I just collapsed on my bed.
I got up to wash my face and maybe get rid of some of that pain, but I stepped on something fleshy when I left my bed.
- Ouch! I usually like when people step on me, but I need a warning firstβ¦ - Klaus was looking up at me.Β
- Did you sleep on the floor?
- Yeah, I was worried about your shoulders and I probably had too much to drink last night so I didnβt want to take the risk of barfing on your bed.
- So sweetβ¦ - I joked - but thank you for caring, Five couldnβt even stick around after that circus he put us through.
- Maybe it wasnβt his fault, Luther said he came home very upset last night carrying a duffle bag and he had blood all over his shirtβ¦
- Oh my God, do you think heβs ok?
- He apparently didnβt let anyone help, so I donβt know.
- Iβll be right back - I jumped over Klausβ slim figure to reach the door.
Walking three rooms to my left I knocked on Fiveβs door.Β
- Hey, Five, itβs Vicky, can I come in?Β
- Sure, whatever⦠- Five murmured.
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Harry Styles Fic Recs: One Shots
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Last Updated: 8/02/2024
Friends to Lovers:
Best Friends My Ass by @theonewiththefanfics
the edge of all we've ever known by @stylesharrys
overprotective by @satanhalsey
The one where Y/N is terribly oblivious and Harry is in love with his best friend - H.S by (unknown)
Famous! Reader:
POUR IT OUT by @watchmegetobsessed
Never Have I Ever by @watchmegetobsessed
goodbye by @peleksstuff
this blurb by @anettesblogs
late late show by @let-me-write-shit
celebrity crush by @inkslingerharry
a talk show and a surprise by @gucciwins
the instagram poll by @ifancyharry
Assistant! Reader:
Tomato - Tomato by @theonewiththefanfics
in which youβre harryβs assistant and harry needs to open his eyes by @havethetimeofyourstyles
shy by @moonchildstyles
ever since new york by @ifancyharry
two for the show by @nationalharryleague
Fluff:
sweet nothings by @pancakes4two
Update (2 parts) by @watchmegetobsessed
love her stupid by @finelinevogue
love me like you do by @stylesharrys
vogue beauty secrets by @avatar-anna
Wishing you were here tonight is like holding on. (CEO!H)** by @guardarecheluna
look into his angel eyes by @thestoryofusstan
Angst:
can't be with you anymore by @lovebittenbyevans
Smut: (click here for my smut masterlist)
trust by @daisyblog
BMWB by @cinemastyles-backup
FΚΙͺα΄Ι΄α΄ s Tα΄ Lα΄α΄ α΄Κs
* = smut
All For Her (Series) - @screamholland
a single-dad bartender, a supportive best friend and their continuous, unrequited love noticed by his optimistic daughter - is it possible to break a heart they never knew they had?
Back Home - @madmadmilk
they thought it would be a funny prank to bring a celebrity back home with you for your high school reunion, but you never imagined who you could fool; not even yourself
Refuge In The Storm - @starksparker
aΒ horrible storm rips through tomβs apartment leaving the two of you in the dark
You Are In Love - @starksparker
tom drunk dials you in the middle of the night which leads to a heated discussion the following morning
Time Never Stops (Series) - @timelock97
tom Holland and y/n have been best friends since the beginning, they know each other than they know themselves - they have been there for the highlights of each otherβs lives - life always seems to get in the way, so what happens when they decide enough is enough and make time to go on vacation, just the two of them?
Breaking The Barrier - @satellitespidey
the one where tom and y/n break the roommate barrier
Crash Course - @greenorangevioletgrass
fresh out of a breakup, tom moves in with his childhood best friend - she teaches him a thing or two about moving on
Art Imitates Life Imitates Art - @greenorangevioletgrass
you and tom work on an intimate scene together... and then get intimate together
Bed, Booze And Him - @txmhoelland
life as a university student is already hard. sharing a flat with two college guys just to get through paying the rent? funnily enough, even harder - itβs halloween plus midterms just ended so that means parties are never-ending and students are getting wasted - you should be out partying but youβre stuck finishing a paper, how are you going to survive the night again?
What Could Be - @earthlyholland
tom starts to wonder if you really are better off as friends
Head Over Heels - @duskholland
tomβs been head over heels for you for three years. no matter how hard he tries, heβs never able to get the words out but itβs harrisonβs 24th birthday, and tom really canβt keep his feelings a secret any longer
Something There - @hilllsnholland
you and tom were just friends, strictly platonic - until there was something there that wasnβt there before
* Heartbreak Girl - @lauras-collection
tomβs been in love with you for years, but heβs never had to confidence to tell you - instead heβs been there to pick up the pieces whenever someone else breaks your heart
Too Shy - @lauras-collection
youβve fallen for your best friend and you donβt know if you should tell him
Sweet Sugar (Series) - @thsquad
y/n, harrison and tom has always been best friends - since childhood they've always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about tom?
Lovestruck And Lipstick Stained - @waitimcomingtoo
you and tom donβt feel entirely out of characters after playing lovers in the mcu
If We Were A Movie - @waitimcomingtoo
everyone thinks you and tom are a couple, including tom
Sincerely - @whatevsholland
you and tom were childhood best friends. but when he started dating the girl who got everything you ever wanted, it began a falling out between you and tom - now heβs back home in london, just in time for your sister to host her engagement party.
* In Your Own Time - @hollandcrush
tom, being a gentleman, offers to help you gain some experience
Four Years Of Birthdays - @sirtommyholland
tomβs four years of birthdays with you, starting as best friends and ending as more
My Best Friend's Hot - @spxderman-s
youβre one of tomβs best friends, but thatβs all youβve ever been - however, when asked about you during a live interview, maybe thatβs not entirely true
Home Is Where The Heart - @pastelpeter
βwhen i look at you, i can feel it. i look at you and iβm homeβ y/n and tom were very close in their teenage years and in love, but when he was cast as spider-man, they split and moved on. years later they meet again
Aftercare - @dlwritings
not everyone cares about their first time - some people just wanted to get it over with. you had always wanted it to be special, a special time with a special guy but after ages of never finding that guy, you decide to just get it over with - tom helps with the aftermath of the disaster
Sadness Ritual - @cherrytdatt
that same old best friends falling in love concept we all know and love
Limits Of Desire (Series) - @peeterparkr
you met tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didnβt work and you became best of friends - wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize how you really feel
You And Me - @sunshinehollandd
you and tom are best friends, and have been forever, youβre both in love with each other, but are too afraid to admit it
The Ten Stages (Series) - @ohholyfanfics
after y/n shows up at tomβs doorsteps with an overnight bag and a broken heart, a bet made early on starts to have more significance than every before - this is the story of how tom holland a surgeon with little to no plans for his future falls for his best friend the psychiatrist who seems to have everything planned out
Pretty Please - @fairytelling
how do you deal with a debilitating, stupid, soul-destroying crush on your childhood best friend, tom? apparently, by trying to set him up with someone else
Supercluster - @wizkiddx
its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too
The Way I Love You - @itsbeaconhillsbaby
your best friend tom is helping you move in, but you have a secret and itβs been making thingsΒ difficult - itβs time to fess up
Their Suspicious - @tomthesoftie
harry, haz, and tuwaine begin to notice a change between you and tom, so they come up with a plan...make tom jealous
Light On - @naturallytom
βyou can be mad at someone and still miss them"
Limits Of Desire (Series) - @peeterparkr
you met tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didnβt work and you became best of friends - wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize how you really feel
Too Close - @arvinsescape
at what point do you realise youβre too close to your best friend?
How To Unlove Someone (Series) - @whatevsholland
βiβve got a plan, donβt worry. it never fails,β tom told you as you took a sip, βthis is how to unlove someone"
From One Kid To Another - @ptersmj
it was a mistake, a beautiful one that you didnβt make on your own
"You're Shaking" - @mannien
when millie is supposed to be strong and emotionally ready to celebrate her sisterβs wedding, the best friend arrives to the rescue
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