You and Harry are on holiday on the small island of Barbados, but some paps end up ruining your day and Harry makes you feel better in every way possible.

{smut warning, brief mention of suicide}

You sighed contentedly as you settled back into the plush cushion of the sun lounger, admiring the hazy sparkle of the sapphire sea through your darkened sunglasses.

Harry had just finished his tour and was now scheduled in for a few months of doing absolutely nothing; no interviews, no shoots, no recording and you both couldn't be happier about that. You supported Harry with every fibre of your being and no amount of words could cover the pride that coursed through your body at what he had achieved in the last year or so. But with that being said, when he was away, you missed him incredibly and you know he felt the same. So when Harry had woken you up in the middle of the night a week ago to tell you that you were jetting off to Barbados for three blissful weeks, you'd never gotten out of bed quicker.

The resort was unbelievable; you were staying in your own private villa and Harry had wasted no efforts in making sure you were both completely spoilt for your duration of the trip. That was one thing about Harry - he was so admirably humble, and never took his wealth for granted, but he always liked to splash out a little when it came to you and your trips away. Even though you insisted on helping him pay, he was adamant that wouldn't happen. Although he did let you pay for the odd dinner or excursion, just because he knew it would settle your mind.

So when you arrived at one the gorgeous white double storey stucco villas with it's wooden beams and small sea-view balconies that was definitely too big for just the two of you, all you could do was squeal and launch yourself into Harry's arms in gratitude. Later on you made sure to continue your show of gratitude, but on your knees instead this time.

As the sun beamed down on you both, you couldn't help but feel as though your time here was already going by too quickly. Lowering your book, you glanced to your left to gaze at Harry as he lay on his tummy, nose deep in his current read, baseball cap balanced backwards on his unruly, salty curls. You never got tired of gazing at him, and knowing he was all yours.

He must have felt your eyes on him as he placed the book down cover up in front of him so that his attention was fully on you.

"Everything okay love?"

"Yes, of course," you sighed happily, "Just thinking 'bout how much I love you."

That adorable dimpled smile graced his face as he reached for you hand and placed a chaste kiss to your knuckles, humming lowly from his tanned chest, "Can't be as much as I love you though."

"Hmm, yeah you're probably right," You mused jokingly, as he feigned a hurt expression before releasing his hand from yours to pinch your waist, his long fingers tickling you making a giggled yelp leave your lips.

"Hey don't play dirty now," you warned, even though it was a completely empty statement.

"But I know you love it when I play dirty," his husky voice and suggestive smirk had your skin tingling in an instant as memories from the past week swam before your eyes; another plus of Harry having time off meant that you were able to make up for lost time in the bedroom (and many other places) and being here had been no different.

Unable to resit him, you got up and walked round to squat down in front of his head since he was still laying on his front. Grinning at him wickedly, you placed a slow open mouthed kiss right at the sharp corner of his jaw near his ear and hearing the soft moan that left his lips encouraged you to continue moving down his neck, "Y/N...now you're the one playing dirty."

You didn't even have to pull away and look at him to know there was a pout on his cherry red lips, "Dunno what you mean, H."

Grumbling to himself, clearly having had enough of your teasing, he gripped the back of your neck and muttered, "Come 'ere," before pulling your lips to his.

You sighed into his mouth; you didn't think you'd ever tire of kissing Harry. It was a slow and sensual kiss, full of passion, and you knew exactly where Harry was trying to lead this, but you wanted to make him wait for it.

Abruptly pulling your lips from his and standing up, you said, "C'mon lets go for a walk along the beach."

Harry looked up at you, mouth still frozen half-open and glistening from your kiss, clearly not happy about it ending so soon.

With a defeated sigh he stood up, smacking your bum lightly in the process and murmuring something about how you were "such a fuckin' tease," before hoisting you up, over his shoulder and carrying you towards the soft white sand, your laughter echoing around the swaying palm trees loudly.

♥

Once back in your shared villa that evening, you were sat on the toilet seat wrapped in one of the big white fluffy towels waiting for your shower to heat up.

You scrolled mindlessly through Twitter, liking the odd fan tweet as you went, smiling at their well wishes for you and Harry. But then something else popped up as you continued to scroll; a Daily Mail online news article that already had thousands of likes, retweets and comments.

The pictures attached was of you and Harry strolling along the beach earlier today, and as you read the headline, your heart twisted painfully and a sick feeling settled in the bottom of your stomach.

You knew you shouldn't, but you clicked on the article link, unable to keep your curiosity at bay. Usually, reading a slightly mean article about yourself and Harry didn't bother you, being with Harry you'd learnt to just laugh these things off, as they were obviously just spurred on by rumours and spiteful individuals.

But this time, it was a whole lot worse.

At least twenty odd pictures were included in the article, the majority of them being of you in your bikini from your beach walk - picking up shells off the beach, or dipping your toes into the sea - all completely normal things to be doing while on holiday. But what hurt was the hateful, degrading comments that joined them.

You had never been the most confident girl, but you loved your body for what it was and the fact it provided you with a beating heart and the curves and angles necessary to be a woman. Even if sometimes you didn't like the skin around your hips, or the stretch marks on your breasts, or the little belly pouch that housed your vital organs, you knew they all made up you and that is what mattered. And ultimately, Harry loved you despite all these things - if anything he loved you even harder because of the flaws you picked out in yourself, always saying they were the things he found the sexiest about you.

However, it seemed they had picked up on all of those areas and had captured your most natural angles and used words to mark them as your most appalling angles; the way your bikini dug slightly into the flesh of your hips, the rolls on your stomach as you bent down, and everything in between, and made it very clear that these parts of you were all extremely ugly things.

You closed the article down, not bothering to read any further, but as you did so you were then taken into the spiral of comments underneath the original tweet which were arguably worse than the article itself.

Something that had always confused you was how people could be so heartless, so cruel to people they didn't even know - especially fans online that claimed to love and adore Harry, as surely if he was happy, they would be happy for him too?

But alas, this was not the case. Instead it was the opposite; comments about how you were nothing compared to Harry, completely unworthy of his love, should just put an end to his misery by being with you and break up, or even in the most extreme cases, to kill yourself.

With a shaky breath and a numb mind you locked your phone and reluctantly discarded your towel, making sure to not look at your naked body in the large mirror opposite you, unsure if you could stomach that right now.

The warm water was welcoming as you stood beneath it and tried to focus your mind on the simple task of washing your hair. Once that was completed you reached for the shower gel and began to wash your body.

When your hands reached your stomach, they rested there, frozen as you stared down at your body in hate, the comments swirling around your head mockingly. The tears filled your eyes before you could stop them, no woman, no person, should ever be made to feel this way, and yet here you were wanting to wrap up in the baggiest clothes possible to hide your body from hateful eyes, even from your own boyfriend.

Around twenty minutes had passed when you heard Harry's melodic voice sound through the door, "Hey baby you almost finished? You better have left some hot water for me."

The door opened and Harry was met with the sight of you sat curled in a ball in the corner of the shower, trembling and staring straight ahead with wide eyes.

Instantly he was coming over to you, confusion written on his beautiful features, "Y/N, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Slowly you moved your eyes from the wall to fix on Harry. He swam before you due to the tears that encompassed your irises, before looking up to your phone that was still on the counter.

Harry knew instantly what you were trying to convey. Standing with a look of sadness and fury etched onto his face, he grabbed your phone, unlocking it to the tweet it had previously been locked on. His eyes scanned it briefly as you shivered in the shower, feeling the sobs building in your throat as Harry read the replies and your mind was stricken as you realised he might end up agreeing - if this is how you were seen, he had to see that too surely?

"Darling..." the heartbreak in Harry's voice made you glance up at him, bottom lip trembling. He must've seen the look in your eyes as without a second thought he was stripping down to his swim shorts and joining you on the floor to engulf you in his long arms.

You tried to push him away as the sobs escaped your lips, but gave up quickly due to how tight Harry was squeezing you to his broad chest as he repeated the same three words into your hair and ear in an attempt to calm you down, "I love you."

Some time later, it could've been a minute or an hour for all you noticed, Harry managed to get you up from the shower floor and wrapped in a large plush robe.

You sat on the edge of the bed with you legs hanging down as Harry sat crossed-legged behind you and gently combed your hair, singing soft lyrics that he knew would continue to soothe you. It was incredibly hard for him to see you like this; being one of the only women he loved most in this world reduced to a detached, speechless shell of yourself broke his heart. But he couldn't ignore the rage that coursed through his veins either - he constantly preached about treating people with kindness, yet here these people were, some of his fans included, being utterly heartless towards the love of his life.

"Harry?" The question was hushed and hoarse coming from your lips.

"Yes, my love?"

"You still love me, right?"

Tears pooled in his own eyes; he never, ever wanted you to question his love for you, and he knew it was purely just because these trolls had caused you to doubt the darling, wondrous woman you were.

He grabbed you softly by the shoulders to turn you around to face him. You sat opposite each other, legs crossed, completely open and vulnerable.

"Of course I still love you Y/N. These words that people speak will never, ever, change the way my heart beats for you, the way my soul is forever twined with yours, the way my mind will never see you for anything less than the woman you truly are. And that woman is beautiful, kind, unbelievable sexy, graceful, intelligent, funny -"

"Okay Harry I get it," a teary giggle left your lips at the way he was clearly not going to stop listing off adjectives until he felt you were satisfied. The way he handled situations like this was one of the first reasons you'd fallen so hard for him. You'd had this assumption that a celebrity, such as himself, wouldn't have time for a 'normal' persons breakdown about online comments - as they were probably used to it by now and didn't have the time to deal with it - but he had proven you wrong the first time the hate had gotten the better of you, and continued to do so.

He smiled warmly at you, stroking your cheek, "I will love you until my last heartbeat, and even through whatever is beyond that."

"I love you Harry," and that was all you needed to say, as you knew the emotions behind your glossy eyes conveyed all the gratitude and every other feeling you felt towards him.

"Can I show you?" His timid questions confused you, your brows pulling together.

"Show me what?"

"How much I love every part of you, especially the parts that you don't love."

And with a simple nod, Harry was gently laying you down on your back and hovering above you. His glistening eyes searched yours intently; he looked at you as though you hung the stars and all the galaxies in the sky.

An unspoken question hung in his eyes as one of his hand fiddled at the knot of the robes tie that laid on your stomach.

Swallowing the lump in your throat that was purely based off of unnecessary panic due to the hateful words still fresh in your mind, you gazed up at him, motioning a clear yes with your eyes.

Harry pressed a fleeting kiss to your forehead, his cross pendant swinging forward to bounce on your chin, as if he was thanking you for letting him touch you and see the parts of you that he knew you were currently desperate to hide. The sweet gesture made your eyes prick with tears again.

The robe, now undone, laid open revealing a strip of your naked body. Slowly, ever so cautiously, Harrys fingers continued to push the soft material apart, over your shoulders releasing your arms until it was just a blanket underneath you and every inch of you was exposed.

A shiver raked up your spine, partially from the chill of the air on your skin, but partially from the look that blazed in Harrys emerald eyes; his eyes were glassy and tear-filled as he gazed down at you with the utmost love, devotion and hunger as his breath stuttered in his throat.

"You take my breath away with your beauty Y/N, every damn day. I love you always."

"Harry..." the words died in your throat, unable to fathom the level of love that was currently flowing between the pair of you.

You reached up to place a kiss to his pretty lips, hoping that it would convey how you felt. He responded fervently, wrapping his arms under your back to pull you as close to him as physically possible, while his tongue caressed your own with complete sincerity.

Harrys plump lips detached from yours to plant kisses all over your face, which resulted in a small giggle leaving your lips, "God I love that sound, my happy girl."

He continued kissing you along your jaw, neck, shoulders, arms, chest and when he reached your breasts he looked up expectantly, checking that this was still okay. It still floored you how gentlemanly he was, "Every part of me is yours Harry, always."

A soft growl rose lowly in his chest as he continued his soft assault along your body; sucking your nipples into his mouth, eliciting quiet whines from you, moving down to your stomach, hips and paying careful attention to each line, freckle and mark he passed along the way.

Every kiss Harry planted was full of adoration and love but you couldn't help but feel the desire that started growing in the pit of your stomach. When he reached the apex of your thighs, his breath so close to where you wanted him, you knew you were already soaking for him.

But, he continued kissing downwards, along the rest of your thighs, knees, calves and finally planting a kiss to each toe which made you squirm and laugh from how much it tickled.

When he raised his head, curly hair wild, eyes bright and a huge grin on his face like a kid at Christmas, you couldn't cope any longer, you needed him now.

You leant up on your forearms and motioned a come hither gesture, eyes alight with lust.

Harrys adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, taking in your naked form, slightly glistening from his lips, your hooded eyelids, his half-hard erection now growing fully.

As soon as he was hovering above you once again, you twined your hands in his thick curls and spoke softly, "I love you forever H, for ever and ever."

And just as you had earlier, he placed one final hard kiss to you lips before slipping inside of your heat in one smooth motion.

A joint moan of relief left both of your lips at the feeling of finally being joined in the most intimate way. Harry started off slowly, pulling his dick out of you until only the tip was left, before pushing back in at an agonising pace until he was buried to the hilt inside of you, hitting a spot so deep you gasped and moaned every time.

"More, Harry please," it took only these few whined words to leave your lips for him to increase the speed of his thrusts until you were a quivering mess below him.

His blazing eyes never strayed from yours, and you found yourself unable to look away as well; with his eyebrows furrowed and his pink lips opening with moans of your name, his jaw locked in concentration as he continued to thrust inside of you, you couldn't comprehend how someone could be this beautiful.

Taking him by surprise you flipped over so you were now on top of him sitting up, a husky "Fuck Y/N," leaving Harry's lips.

You started to take control, alternating between rolling your hips onto his and rising up off his dick only to sink back down, copying his slow movements from earlier. You could see how much he was enjoying it from the way he would smirk up at you between moans, hands roaming every inch of your body, "You're so gorgeous, you fuck me so good baby."

His encouragements made your heart swell and as Harry started to meet your bounces with a thrust of his hips, a loud moan of his name filled the air as you felt you orgasm tingling through your lower spine.

Harry then sat up to meet you, chest to chest and nose to nose. His tattooed arms wrapped around your back and secured you to him as he guided your movements up and down his thick length, "Shit Harry."

"You gonna come for me baby girl? Come all over my dick?"

"Oh god, yes Harry," you cried as he reached his pointer finger down between the nonexistent space between your sweaty bodies to rub circles on your clit.

That was all it took to send you, hurtling over the edge of your orgasm, it ripped through your whole body in the best way as your back arched into him and he kissed you gently on the soft skin of your neck, murmuring solacing sentences in your ear as you rode out your high.

When you craned your neck back down to plant a messy kiss to his lips, he brushed the tangled hair away from your face, "That's my girl, love you so much."

"Hmm, love you," you responded wholeheartedly. But soon the sweet sentiment was over, as you began to move your hips against Harry's again, determined to bring him to his own glorious high.

Repeating your movements from earlier you made sure to pay attention to every sound that escaped Harrys lips, ensuring to repeat any particular illicit acts that really got him going.

You knew he loved some dirty talk as well to bring him closer to his orgasm, so leaning towards his ear and nibbling on the earlobe you spoke in a low, sensual voice that was only reserved for him, "You're so big H, fill me up so good."

Instantly he was rejuvenated, thrusting up inside of you even harder and deeper than before, "Yeah? You like it when I fuck you?"

"So, so much baby, want you to come for me...want you to come in my mouth."

His pupils were blown out wide at your words, and with a few more staggering pumps of his hips he was pulling you off of him, indicating he was coming now.

Taking his swollen tip into your mouth gladly, you sucked and licked and felt his cock pulsing in your mouth as he choked out a final loud moan of your name, shooting his orgasm down your throat.

You took it all in, sucking him for all he had, before using your hand to stroke him gently as he came down from his orgasm. Placing one final soft kiss to his red tip, you came back up to meet him looking completely wrecked in the best way, and you were sure you looked the exact same. He was quick to pull you into him with a lazy grin, wanting your warmth and soft body as near to him as possible. You loved how cuddly he was after sex.

And you both fell asleep just like that, wrapped up in each other, hearts beating as one, feeling so completely in love.

♥

A few weeks later, you and Harry sat snuggled in the living room of your shared house, having just got in from the airport a few hours before, luggage still stood unpacked by the door.

You couldn't help but admire the shiny ring that now adorned your left ring finger, memories of the beautiful sunset proposal that Harry had surprised you with only a few days previously flooding your brain. After that one tough night, the rest of the trip couldn't have gone any better and the fact it had ended on such a wonderful thing made your heart want to burst out of your chest.

"You still like it don't you love?" Harry asked softly, referring to the ring you were still gazing at in complete gratitude and wonder.

"Of course H, it's absolutely perfect...I just had an idea though."

"Uh oh, this can't be good," he teased as you punched him lightly on the arm.

And that was how only a few minutes later, one of the best tweets you'd ever sent had been constructed, attached with a stunning picture of your outstretched hand showing off your new sparkly ring.

@y/n: No matter your horrible words @DailyMail and everyone who encouraged it, he still put a ring on it x 

yes clap back y/n u sassy queen

okay so little bit of a sad one this time but I got the inspo for this one from the whole stuff going down with Molly-Mae from Love Island on twitter, its truly heartbreaking to see such a young girl who is absolutely stunning, be torn down by such cruel words so I thought it'd be interesting to write this sort of thing but as Harry's gf as I literally couldn't imagine what getting that sort of hate must feel like :(

so just a reminder to always be mindful of the things you say online!! (but im sure you're all lovely people anyways and would never do anything like that <3)

anywhoooo who's excited for tomorrow...can you believe its ten years of 1D what the actual fuck is this shit im quaking 

hope you are all doing well!!!

lots of love, kait xxx