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caro; your clumsy european

“teddy bears on your teenage bed, perfect handwriting on thank you cards, picked flowers on Sunday morning, puppies running on fresh-cut grass, Grandma's favorite homemade cake”

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word count: 18.2k | warnings: explicit language, sexual content, emotional abuse, smoking, the concept of virginity

summary: Someday in the 1980s: The new woman in town, filthy rich and gorgeous, has all eyes on her, including Harry Styles who wants to win over her heart. Ever since he’s been visiting her at the roller rink, he has caught her interest as well, but as YN’s friends help her set a stupid idea into her head, she gets herself into a complicated mess.

PART TWO — STORY PAGE

Tuesday, 10 August

YN loves treating herself nicely.

She doesn’t know how many hours she spent doing her nightly routine instead of going immediately to bed after a long weekend shift at work. It’s unusual for her to neatly set all the throw pillows on the ground beside her bed to toss the blanket away and cuddle up in her huge bed. YN prefers to sit down at her little dressing table and moisturise her skin and do her nails. She also had that compulsive manner of rolling her hair into these big baby pink hair curlers her aunt gave to her for her 16th birthday, because “a lady should always be prepared for every situation, no matter the time. You have to look good. Who knows if the love of your life isn’t coming for you at any time?”

It’s hard to deny that her aunt does have a point and, to be honest, there’s nothing else in the world that she loves more than spending time alone to take care of herself. Her aunt taught her well to behave and look like a lady. But that is also where it ends.

She likes having the time at night, the silence. There’s no rush of the staff waking up and preparing everything and YN can pretend she’s on her own.

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harry got that resting bitch face

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“No,” she stresses, “I actually would vehemently deny that I wanted to even look at you, but Mei and Adam always loved poking fun. Always said we needed to like – fuck out the tension or something.” She shook her head to herself, slicing back into her food – at least the embarrassment hadn’t ruined her appetite, “I’d always tell them you hated me too much to do anything like that.” 

“But you wanted to?” He is still smiling. 

“What I want is to smother you with a pillow.” 

“That’s very kinky, babe, but we should probably lose our virginity before we explore that,” he is immediately assaulted by a pillow careening from her bed to his, slapping him in the head, “Hey –” 

“You’re obnoxious,” she groans, “I can’t tell if you hating me was better than you not.” 

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Y/N and Harry don’t hate each other at all, it’s actually the opposite

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