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For several moments, all she can do is stare at him. He doesn’t look particularly nervous about what her response could be, he actually looks quite confident that she’ll just go along with this insane thing he’s said. 

“Why?” Was the only thing she could ask him at the moment. She figures if she starts there, things will start making sense quicker. 

“Why not?” He shrugged it off like this was something normal. Like people just go around claiming others as their girlfriend and it’s just fine. Because it happens all the time. 

Except it doesn’t. And it’s not. 

“Well, you might want to clear that up then. Because I’m not your girlfriend.” She tried to say it as firmly as she could, but he just shook his head. 

“But I told him you are. So, you are.” Again, she’s just in so much shock because what is happening? It doesn’t add up and she just wishes he could be straight-forward with her this one time. 

“No, Harry. I’m not. And this obviously isn’t a work-related dinner and so far it’s very unprofessional, sir, no offense. So, I think I’d better go.” Right when she picked up her purse, he snatched it out of her hand and held it to his chest. 

“Not so fast, (Y/N),” She huffed, sitting back in her chair, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. He is the most childish man she’s ever met. She briefly thinks about telling him that but decides not to. “I told you I needed a favor from you and you said you’d help me.” 

“I was drunk! And I didn’t know what you were asking because you’ve made it your mission to be mysterious or whatever and it’s not very fun for people who don’t know what’s going on. It’s actually very mean. Now give me my bag.” She reached across the table, but he leaned away from her, holding back the most obvious grin she’s ever seen. 

“Come on, (Y/N). If you’d let me explain a bit, you’d probably love the idea.” She doubted that. 

“Fine. Why did you lie to your father?” 

“I didn’t really lie. I just told him something to keep him happy with me.” (Y/N) is rubbing her temples, wondering if she should try to get up and leave again. She’s still not sure why her being his girlfriend has anything to do with his father being happy. 

“But why?”

“(Y/N). My father is retiring in three months. He needs to take me seriously. His position will be up for grabs and right now, it’s between me and that cocksucker.” She figured he was referring to Steven with the face he pulled, but she’s still not getting the answers she needs to be able to understand what the hell he’s talking about. “And he needs to see that I’ve settled down and I’m responsible and committed to something.” 

Like it was the simplest thing in the world. (Y/N) is wondering if he’s thought of other options. You know, besides pretending to date his assistant because there has to be another way. 

“And what does that have to do with me?” 

“He likes you.” 

“I still don’t get it.” 

“Then let me dumb it down for you,” She narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance. “I’m on my way to thirty, (Y/N). And right now, my father thinks all I do in my spare time is party and drink and fuck random girls every night.” 

“Um, that would be because you do.” She has access to his calendars. She knows what he’s up to even if he thinks she doesn’t. 

“I do not, (Y/N). And I’m hurt that you think I do.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why not ask one of them?”

“Don’t want to.” 

“Then why me?” 

“I already told you because he likes you. You’re my only option, (Y/N). Please.” She took a second to think about it. She’s never been the deceiving type and Des is always so nice to her. She can’t. 

“I’m not going to lie to your father for you, Harry. I’m sorry. I need to go.” 

“I’ve already told him so there's not much you can do.” She stood from her chair, done with the conversation. She snatched her purse back and watched as his eyebrows furrowed like he was getting the tiniest bit frustrated with her. 

“Goodnight, Harry.” She went to turn, but he grabbed her wrist. 

“What if I said your job depended on it?” 

“Then, you’d be an asshole.” 

“Then I guess I am.” 

“You said it wouldn’t have anything to do with my job!” 

“I changed my mind. Sit back down.” That was the last thing she was going to do. She knows Harry pretty well and she knows he’s not going to fire her over this. So, she’s going to call his bluff. 

“No. I guess you have to fire me.” 

Harry knows she’ll come around to the idea. Of course, it’s not going to impact her job, he only said that to make her reconsider. Plus, he likes to get her riled up so she gets mouthy. She’s never spoken this way to him before and he sure it’s because he’s been bothering her so much in the past couple weeks. Before (Y/N) was like a little church mouse and said very little to him. Now, she’s rolling her eyes and almost shouting at him. He loves it. He loves it so much. 

“See you at work tomorrow.” He grabbed his glass and brought it to his lips as she huffed and walked from the table, toward the exit. He watched her the entire way as she weaved in between tables and finally pushed her way through the revolving doors.

Yeah. He’ll be seeing (Y/N) tomorrow even if she doesn’t want to see him. 

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Harry was surprised to find out that (Y/N) called into work the next day. 

Now she’s just being dramatic. 

But he’s persistent and used to getting what he wants, so this is no issue for him. He was going to wait until the work day was over but decided instead to leave his office around lunchtime and go track her down. What better way to show that he’s serious than forcing his way into her apartment and making her do just what he wants her to do? 

So, that’s why he’s at her door right now with a bundle of pretty flowers, attempting to ask for forgiveness. He can admit that he might not have gone about it the best way. He kind of just told her what she was going to do instead of asking. And Harry thinks that (Y/N) might change her mind if he’s a bit nicer about it.

He knocked on her door twice and waited, checking his watch. He’s not sure she’ll open the door because she does have a peephole that she can take advantage of and just act like she’s not home, but he knows better than that and he’s not giving up. 

“(Y/N). I just want to talk, sweetheart. Come on out.” He spoke up now that it had been silent for much longer than he wanted it to be. He knows she’s inside trying to decide what to do. And he’ll wait here all day if it means she’ll come out eventually to talk to him. 

“Go away.” He heard through the door. He tried not to smile.

“Open up. It’s important.” He knocked again. 

She huffed on the other side of the door. She cannot believe he’s here right now wasting his time. She’s never going to agree to something as strange as that. It wouldn’t be right. So, she’s still keeping her back to the door, thinking of ways to get him to go away. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” She thinks she just heard him laugh and that irritates her more. He’s laughing at her again and she hates that. 

“Thought you were my best girl, (Y/N). Just open the door already.” She can’t believe he even called her that in the first place. It makes her sick to her stomach. 

“Nope. Bye.” She was just about to walk off from the door and leave him there pleading by himself, but of course, he had another trick up his sleeve. 

“Brought you some of those Belgian chocolates you like. You know, the ones I always bring back and you rave about.” 

Harry goes on these lavish vacations a few times a year and always brings something back for her as a souvenir. He’d found these amazing chocolates shaped like seashells once and always has a stockpile of them for her when he returns. And (Y/N) can’t say no to chocolates. And Harry knows just how to get her to do what he wants. Always. 

She opened the door, even though she didn’t want to and there he stood, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face. She wanted to slam the door on him, but with the promise of chocolates, she decided to postpone any door slamming. 

“Fine. What is so urgent that you had to come find me during work hours?” He didn’t answer right away, he just stared at her. “Hey, don’t you have a meeting right now?” 

Again, he didn’t answer because he’s never seen (Y/N) in so little clothes. She’s in a tank top with a very fair amount of cleavage showing and a pair of pajama shorts that are so short, he can’t look at them for too long. And she’s completely makeup free and her hair is in a messy ponytail and Harry, for just a second, thinks that they could really pull this off. 

“Canceled it. You know what’s so urgent. Can you let me in now?” 

“Where are the chocolates?” He sighed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the much smaller box of chocolates than she was expecting. She shot him a look but took the candy from his outstretched hand anyway. “Come in.” 

He followed after her. He remembered the setup the same as it had been when he practically carried her to her bed last Friday. He’d told his father earlier that day which is why he needed (Y/N) to be there at dinner. 

His father was very excited to learn about (Y/N). He said he saw it coming eventually or something. And he was even more excited when he found out (Y/N) was coming to dinner. While she didn’t say much, Des knows it’s just a part of her personality and didn’t push her to speak about the relationship, thank god. Harry was a bit nervous he’d begin quizzing her, but he warned him beforehand not to overwhelm her. He also told him that (Y/N) didn’t know he was telling him and to keep it under wraps. 

His plan will run so smoothly if she just does what he wants. She doesn’t even have to do anything. Just a few dinners here and there and a few outings to solidify everything. Nothing insane. Nothing like he bets she’s thinking. 

He relaxed into her couch as soon as he was close enough and watched as (Y/N) stood over him and kept her arms crossed. Little did she know she was pressing her tits together in the most delicious way. And he couldn’t help staring. 

Harry’s never really considered (Y/N) because she’s so out of his league, but now that the opportunity has come up, he’s thinking otherwise. He’d really prefer not to mix business with pleasure, but with (Y/N), he doesn’t think he can help it. 

“Did you think about what I said?” 

“Mhm.” 

“And what do you think?” 

“It’s a no, Mister Styles, so if you want to fire me, go ahead. But you’ll never, ever, ever have another assistant better than me, so you’re really kind of screwing yourself. Now goodbye.” He loves this. He’d do it all day if he could, but unfortunately, he’s still not getting the answer he’d like. 

“See, that’s not going to work for me. And if you’re such an incredible assistant, why are you not doing what I’m telling you to? Maybe if I did have another assistant she’d be more . . . willing,” He trailed off and she huffed, knowing what game he’s playing. “And it might even come with a pay raise. Extra vacation days, PTO . . . the list could go on.” 

All those things sound amazing, but she just doesn’t know the risk of it all. But he’s almost giving her an offer she can’t refuse. Almost. 

“What does being your girlfriend even mean?” She rubbed at her forehead, feeling stupid for even asking. It’s like giving him what he wants and she hates that. 

“Just dinners with my father. A few events that we’d have to be seen publicly at. Nothing over the top and nothing to make you uncomfortable. I will have to touch you though. And I know you have no issue with that, sweetheart.” She feels like chucking the chocolates at his head but stops herself and decides to be nice this once.

“You’re delusional. Like seriously. And I’m not saying yes, but the pay raise would have to be substantial. No one could know about it because they’d think you’re favoring me just because I’m your girlfriend,” She gasped. “Does the whole office have to know?” 

She doesn’t want any weird looks from anyone. She knows Riley will have a field day if she hears he’s her boyfriend. But that’s not happening. 

“Kind of. They’d find out anyway, but we don’t have to formally tell them. What do you say?” She snatched the flowers out of his hand and went to put them in water. 

She left him sitting there on her couch as she trimmed the stems, filled a vase, and put them neatly on her counter top. Then she sighed, questioning her own sanity. 

“I don’t know.” He turned towards her and smirked. 

“Better than no. What’s holding you back?” She shot him a look. 

“Um, the whole thing! You’re asking a lot from me.” She crossed her arms, watching as his eyes looked her up and down again. 

“I know. I’m willing to compensate you nicely for your time and attention, (Y/N).” She dropped onto the couch next to him, feeling tired. He drains her of energy. Just speaking with him.

“Why me?” She shut her eyes. 

“Because you're stunning and I don’t want anyone else.” She peeked an eye open at him and groaned. 

“Don’t say things like that, please. How long?” He shrugged. 

“As long as it takes.” 

“What if you meet someone?” 

“I won’t.” 

“What if I meet someone?” 

“I’ll make sure you don’t.” She scoffed, swatting his shoulder. She can’t believe that she’s really thinking about this. She doesn’t know all the terms and conditions yet, but still, he’s almost convincing her to say yes. 

“Listen,” She sat up so hopefully he’d take her more seriously. “Just until your father passes the position onto you. Nothing more. Do you hear me?” 

“I hear you, (Y/N).” Now he’s smiling and she would hate it if he didn’t look so pretty. 

“And this is on my terms. Nothing weird or I’m breaking up with you. I’m not kidding.” He put his hands up in defense and laughed. 

“Nothing weird, got it.” She rubbed over her eyes and sighed. She cannot believe what she just agreed to. 

“Now order me dinner and then leave. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow.” She is feeling hungry and she doesn't mind having another meal out of his pocket again. She has a feeling that will be happening more often. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

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What (Y/N) did not expect the next morning was an unbelievably large flower arrangement to be sitting on her desk. She set her purse down before searching for the card. And when she opened the card, Harry had left her a sweet little note. 

For you, my love.

Harry

She was just about to roll her eyes when Des appeared in front of her with Harry standing beside him.

“How are you this morning, (Y/N)?” She glanced at Harry before speaking. 

“I-I’m good. Great. Harry sent me some flowers. Isn’t that so sweet of him?” She played it off, trying not to get hot in the face as Harry winked at her. 

“That is nice of you, son. I’m glad he’s being good to you. You deserve flowers, (Y/N).” He patted her on the shoulder before bidding them both farewell. As soon as he was out of sight, (Y/N) was slapping Harry’s arm as hard as she could. 

“Ow!” 

“Why wouldn’t you warn me?!” She felt like hitting him again, but she's never been one to get violent. But Harry is making her feel like she’s crazy. 

“You do better when you’ve not been rehearsing things in your head. I did you a favor.” 

“Can you keep this in your office? It’s so obnoxious.” She picked up the flowers and tried to hold them out to him, but he shook his head. 

“Nope. Those are yours. Plus, it says a lot without saying anything.” And then he walked off, leaving her with her arms outstretched with the flowers. She rolled her eyes and sat them back on the corner of her desk. 

Harry hopes that Steven comes to his floor and tries to charm (Y/N) today. And he hopes that she shows him that card and he finally gets the fucking hint. Normally, he has to go to her desk and shoo him away, but maybe the flowers will do the trick all on their own. 

(Y/N) really tried to get work done today, but the amount of meetings Harry had scheduled was just too much for her. She had to be present in most of them and of course Harry had his arm wrapped around her chair, shooting daggers at Steven. They had two meetings with him already and Harry just kept pushing the bar. Pulling her chair close to his, playing with her hair, leaning down to whisper absolutely nothing pertaining to the meeting in her ear. She knew it was all a part of the game, but he’s frustrating putting his mouth so close to her ear and raking his fingers through her hair. It was driving her mad and not in the way that she wanted it to. She wanted to be irritated by it, not yearning for more. 

Harry feels the same. He knows (Y/N) won’t initiate anything because she just doesn’t know what to do yet. But he knows when the day comes, he won’t be able to get enough. In the meantime, he’s just going to play it cool. Let things happen as they do. So what he likes the feeling of her hair through his fingers or how she shivers when he leans in to ask her if she’s cold. This is just to keep his father’s company in the family name. He doesn’t know why Steven is an option at all, but he’s going to do his best to keep him from being one. And (Y/N) is the only way he can do that. 

When lunchtime arrived, she was going about it as normal. She’s going to walk downstairs and ask Riley if she’d like to come along with her to the cafe. As soon as she stopped at her desk, Riley was beaming at her. 

“Hey, ready to go?” She’s an amazing friend. (Y/N) doesn’t see her much outside of work, but they’re still pretty much best friends. 

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got to send off an email really quickly and then I’ll be good to go.” (Y/N) waited patiently as Riley typed out whatever she needed to. She is kind of hungry today, so she’s thinking she’ll get an extra side of fries today. Right when Riley clicked send, arms were wrapping around (Y/N) from behind and she was pulled into someone’s chest. Both her and Riley’s eyes went wide. Hers because who is grabbing her and Riley’s because um, isn’t that her boss? 

“Hi, Riley. You don’t mind if I steal (Y/N) again, do you?” He rested his chin on her tense shoulder and squeezed her. She’s dying right now, but can’t find it in herself to move right now. She knows he said touching, but she never thought it’d be like this. 

His chest is warm against her back, even through the cozy sweater she decided to wear today. His hands are at her waist and he’s got quite the grip on her. If she didn’t have more common sense, she’d be in a puddle right now. But she can’t afford that with Harry. It’s not in the cards now and never will be. 

“Uh…no, sir. She’s all yours.” (Y/N) could tell Riley was thoroughly confused, but just didn’t say anything. She waved at (Y/N) and Harry started pulling her off. He reached for her hand instead and guided her to the doors. She glanced back at Riley once more and saw she looked completely confused, but she just waved again. 

When they made it out on the street, (Y/N) ripped her hand from his. 

“Excuse my language but what the fuck was that?” He just chuckled, reaching for her hand again. 

“I said I’m taking you to lunch. What’s wrong with that, babe?” Again, he’s acting like this scenario is normal and it’s not. 

“You are so—” She cut herself off by groaning and he laughed again. 

“Be good for me, please, and I’ll buy you dessert.” 

“Fine.” He slipped his fingers between hers and dragged her down the street while she tried to keep up with him. (Y/N) is not getting used to this any time soon. She won’t. 

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(Y/N) knew from the start that Harry would be around a lot more than she’s used to. Just to play up the fact that they’re supposed to be dating. But what she didn’t know was that he’d be everywhere she is. 

She goes to make copies, he follows her and makes it so obvious to everyone in the office that there’s something going on between them. Which she didn’t want. But it was too late. She could hear the whispers everytime she passed the floor. It was an awful feeling, but when she mentioned it to Harry, he was far from understanding. 

“No one is going to treat you differently, babe. Don’t worry about it,” She huffed. He just doesn’t get it. Everyone on their floor is already gossiping and she hates it. “Someone’s giving you a hard time then? Who?” 

He sat up straighter in his chair, ready to go off down the hallway and take care of whoever is making (Y/N) uncomfortable. Because it’s none of anyone’s business. And if anyone has anything to say about it, their job position can easily be eliminated. 

“No one! It’s just . . . people are talking because you won’t leave me alone!” She whined, but he couldn’t help smiling at her. Because that wasn’t happening. And not just because they’re supposed to be dating. But because he just likes to. He likes to see what she’s doing and talk to her and tease her. It’s normal. He just wants to be around her. Not in a weird way, but in a way that is normal. 

“Can’t help it. You’re my girlfriend, (Y/N). What am I supposed to do? Ignore you?” (Y/N) wanted to cover her ears, but decided that might be a bit much. But why is he just saying that? Like it’s true or something. 

“I’m actually not your girlfriend, Mister Styles, and this is strictly business.” She crossed her arms, not wanting to take part in the fantasy he’s trying to create. Because it will never be true and she’s not going to get her hopes up. Not that she had any hopes, she just doesn’t want to confuse herself with all these nice things he’s doing and saying. 

“Well, this business we’re doing comes with lots of perks, Miss (Y/L/N), and I don’t think you’re taking advantage of them.” She knows he’s not saying what she thinks he’s saying. She wants to pick up the stapler on his desk and chuck it at him, but again, violence is not her thing. So, she takes a long deep breath and stands up from the chair she’d been sitting in. 

“You’re insane. I’m going back to my desk and you’re going to stop being so clingy, got it?” Never in a million years did (Y/N) think she’d be speaking so freely around him, but here they are. 

“Come here for a second.” Her shoulders dropped in slight disappointment. She just wanted to leave his office and go sit back at her desk until the end of the work day comes. He always has to interrupt her plans. 

She walked around his desk as he pushed his chair back, making enough room for her to stand between him and his desk. She’s not sure why, again, he does the things he does, but she just complies because it’s easier that way. 

She expected him to start speaking and saying more nonsense, but he didn’t. He just stared at her, looking her up and down, and very obviously ogling her. He’s done it before, but not in such close proximity. And she almost regrets wearing the skirt that she picked out today that’s just barely meeting dress code. Almost. 

Instead, he moved his chair forward, trapping her against the side of his desk. And then very suddenly grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her onto his desk. She would’ve fallen over if it wasn’t for her grip on his shoulders. 

“What are you doing?” He didn’t answer, he just dropped to his knees in front of her. If anything before this very moment shocked her, nothing could top this. It was very obvious what he was suggesting, but still. She was going to pretend like she didn’t know what he was doing. 

“You talk much nicer to me when you’re up there and I’m down here. Any reason for that?” She pressed her knees together and pulled her skirt down as far as she could. He was smirking, she knew that he enjoyed making her squirm. It’s annoying that he always gets to be the one that’s doing the teasing. She wonders when it’ll be her turn. She quickly checked behind her to make sure the blinds were shut. Someone seeing this from the outside would surely get them both in trouble with HR and she’s not willing to risk that. 

“Nope.” (Y/N) didn’t have much time to act unbothered by his position right now because he squeezed the back of her calves with both hands before gently pushing her knees apart. 

“Is that so?” She nodded, trying not to get distracted by having his face so close to her skirt. “Well, you’ve been very tense the past couple of days. Is there anything I can do to help with that?” 

It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before. He just usually tries to keep (Y/N) out of his fantasies. Not because he doesn’t want to think about her, but because he finds it kind of weird the next day at work trying to focus around her when he was just thinking about what she’d look like naked. So, he tries not to imagine her in scenarios like that. But it still does happen, he can’t help it. 

And while he doesn’t know much about what (Y/N) does outside of work, he knows that she’s not sleeping with anyone. He can just tell. She has been before and she’s a little more relaxed when that’s the case. But it’s been a while and he’s only offering because he’d help her if she wanted him to. It’s not a big deal. It’s the least he can do after the favor she’s helping him with. 

“No there’s not, you pig. Get away from me.” She’ll definitely have to go to the restroom straight away so she can take a second to breathe. This is all too much and she’s not sure why she’s feeling the way she is right now. Just because she denied him right off the bat doesn’t mean she’s not going to be thinking about this encounter for the rest of her life. Because that’s untrue. She’s never going to forget this actually. 

“I understand. You don’t think you’ll be quiet enough, it’s fine. We’ll postpone it then.” Again, he’s left her with her jaw dropped. But he just moved to sit back in his chair like it was nothing, again, that he’d said something like that. 

“That is not at all what I was thinking, sir,” She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure I’d do just fine, but I have—” 

“Would you?” Harry lives for this back and forth. He likes watching her debate within herself to make decisions. And right now, he can tell that her calm and collected facade is fading. Just by the way she’s entertaining his idea. 

“You never heard Steven and I.” She watched all the amusement drain from his face and she reveled in that. All she has to do is mention Steven and his teasing stops. It’s like magic. She didn’t even let him respond. For the first time, he seemed to be the one in shock with nothing to say.

She slid off his desk and left his office, all without him saying a word. 

If he can have fun, so can she. 

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For the rest of the week, Harry didn’t talk to her. She’d do all the things she usually does like sit next to him in meetings and bring him his lunch, but he’d try to look preoccupied. And she knew he wasn’t, he was just mad about their last conversation. And while she doesn’t know why Steven bothers him so much, it was fun to send Steven a flirty wave when Harry was sitting right next to her in the conference room. She’s not interested in the slightest, but if it makes Harry brood around the office, she takes that as a win. 

It’s a Friday night now and she’d been having a little movie marathon by herself with candy and popcorn and cozy blankets. And by the time one o’clock in the morning hit, she was pretty much trying to keep herself awake, so she decided it was time for bed. She straightened up a bit, brushed her teeth, and slipped into bed. She doesn’t currently have much planned for the weekend, so she thinks sleeping in tomorrow and getting a late breakfast will be the perfect way to start the day. 

But right as she shut her eyes, her phone started ringing. She groaned, forcing her eyes back open to reach onto her nightstand and grab it. On the screen was her boss’ name and the cute little pink flower she’d put there just for kicks. She didn’t know why he’d be calling her since he spent the majority of his week ignoring her, but she still swiped across the screen to answer the call. 

“Hello?” 

“You’re driving me up a fucking wall do you know that?” She’s not sure why he’s calling her right now to tell her this, but she’s certain it can wait until Monday morning. 

“What are you talking about, Harry?” She knows well what he’s talking about, but she never thought it would affect him like this. 

“I can’t even sleep because you’ve been making me feel crazy, (Y/N). I just want it to stop, okay?” He sounds almost breathless. She can tell that he’s been fretting over this way too much. And while that was sort of her intention, this was never how she thought he’d react. 

“Okay,” She trailed off, not knowing why he even called or what she could do to fix it. “And you’re calling me, why?” 

“Here we fucking go,” He really does sound like he’s going mad over this. And she kind of likes it. “So, you mean to tell me that you and that cocksucker slept together? After I told you how much I despise him.” 

“What does you despising him have to do with me? I can sleep with whoever I want.” She’s not giving in quite yet. She wants to make him suffer just a bit more. 

“Sure, but you’re my assistant.” 

“We all know that, Harry. What’s the issue?” He sighed like she wasn’t understanding what he was telling her. Because she really doesn’t. It makes no sense that who she chooses to sleep with would make him act like this. 

“Just tell me you’ve never slept with him, so I can get some rest tonight. Even if it’s not true.” He does sound tired, but the entire thing is so weird to her. He’s losing sleep over the thought of her with Steven at all. She’s trying her best not to be smug about it, but it’s harder than she thought it’d be. 

“I have not slept with Steven. Goodnight.” 

“No, no, no. Be honest this time. It isn’t any of my business, but I just . . . I need to know.” (Y/N) almost feels bad for him. He called at almost two in the morning to ask her this because he couldn’t sleep. It’s almost endearing. 

“I haven’t slept with Steven. I just said that to make you mad.” Now she’s feeling tired and ready to go to bed, so the sooner she confesses, the sooner she can sleep. 

“I fucking knew it. You’d never lower your standards for him, would you?” She yawned before humming. 

“Never.” 

“Good. You deserve much better than him. You know that, right?”

“Mhm. I’m not interested in him anyway. I already have a boyfriend, remember?” She teased him. 

“You do. And you like me more than him, right?” 

Now it seems he needs a little ego boost. And she guesses she can give him that after torturing him all week unknowingly. 

“Right. I do.”

“And you’re my girl.” She wanted to stop him there because that’s not necessarily true, but this is all fun and games. 

“Yes, Harry.” 

“Glad we got that cleared up. Family dinner’s on Sunday night. Pick you up at six.” 

She went on to protest, wanting to tell him that that was never a part of the deal, but he didn’t even give her the chance since the line clicked right as she went to tell him that she’s most certainly not doing that. She’ll have to yell at him tomorrow instead. 

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“Who’s going to be at family dinner again?” 

(Y/N) had asked this three times already, but Harry knows she’s just nervous. Originally, he wasn’t going to ask her to come to this one because he told his father it was “too soon” and wanted to save (Y/N) the worrying. But then, she decided to pull that little stunt last week and he wasn’t feeling as gracious anymore. So, he’s making her sit through dinner as his girlfriend. That means she’ll have to be nice to him and let him pet on her all night. Which he knows she doesn’t mind. She never says she does anyway. 

He doesn’t mind it either. She’s wearing this tiny little white sundress today and he’s trying to be on his best behavior, but he can’t stop looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he drives them to his father’s. She’s a sight to see. With the way she’s sitting now, the hem of her dress pushed way too far up her thighs. And she doesn’t even notice. She’s too anxious about dinner. But it’s all he can think about. That and her allowing him to grab onto the soft, warrn flesh of her thighs. He can barely keep his eyes on the road. 

“Harry!” She swatted his chest, snapping him out of whatever daydream he was in. Something about stopping on the side of the road and climbing into the backseat. 

“Huh?” 

“You’re not listening. Who’s going to be at dinner tonight?” 

“Told you already. This one is, like, big though. A few cousins and aunts and stuff. Nothing too crazy though.” He can tell by the look on her face that she thinks the exact opposite. 

“Oh, god. What if I mess this up?” 

“Then, you’re fired,” She shot him a glare that made him laugh. He loves joking with her. She takes things too seriously. “Kidding. You’re not going to mess it up. These dinners only happen like once every few months. Lucky for you, one of my cousins is getting married and the other one just had a baby. The attention won’t even be on you at all.” 

What Harry’s got going on should be the last thing they’re all concerned about. There are much more exciting things the others can talk about. But he knows that there will be some questioning, just because she’s a new face. And she’s insanely beautiful. Those things he’s prepared for, so they shouldn’t have any problems. 

He could tell that she was stunned when he pulled into his father’s driveway. He does have this obnoxious mansion that has a fountain out in front, so it does look like something out of a movie. But he’s been here so many times that it doesn’t even phase him anymore. He prefers his own home. 

There were already a few cars here and he knows that everyone is back in the garden. He can tell that (Y/N) is still nervous despite what he said, so he’s going to try his best to make this as painless as possible for her. 

“If you want to leave, just tell me. Or if anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know. I’ll handle it.” She still looked frightened and anyone would be. He’s never brought a girlfriend home. Ever. Because they just weren’t as special as (Y/N) is. But she doesn’t know that. Well, she doesn’t know either of those things and she doesn’t have to.

“They’re going to hate me.” She covered her face with her hands, but he was quick to move her hands out of the way and squeeze them in his. 

“They’re actually going to love you and then be very disappointed when we break up.” She pouted at him like she likes to before she laughed. 

“Make sure you tell them it was your fault that we broke up, please.” He’s sure if he and (Y/N) ever did date that he’d be the reason for their breakup anyway. She’s much too sweet to ever do anything wrong. 

“I will. Ready?” She nodded hesitantly. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and before he could think about it for long, he was out of the car and on his way to her side to help her out. As soon as she was on her feet, she was grabbing his hand in both of hers and squeezing. 

“You got me, right?” He’s never seen her look so unsure of herself. It’s kind of cute, but he tries not to think too much into that realm of things. It wouldn’t be right of him. 

“I got you, (Y/N).” 

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Dinner went fine. The food was good and there was plenty of wine. But (Y/N) just could not keep her hands off of Harry. 

While he didn’t seem to mind, she was trying to tell herself that she didn’t need to be holding his hand for the entirety of dinner or while they went around the beautiful garden in the back of the house to socialize. She also didn’t need to lean into his side or play with his fingers in her lap. But she couldn’t help it. 

It was helping a lot of her anxiety about meeting pretty much his entire family. He didn’t question it at all, he just completely gave up his hand for her to fidget with. 

When they first walked around the house to get to the garden where everyone was, Des had come up to him first with Harry’s mom to say hello and ask them how they’d been. (Y/N) has only met his mom a handful of times and she’s always been very nice, so she wasn’t as nervous about seeing her again. But now that she’s kind of dating her son, she feels a little bit of pressure. The conversation went smoothly though and Harry did most of the talking. 

Then it came time to meet everyone else. They all asked the same questions. Where did they meet, how long have they been together, very minor things. And while (Y/N) didn’t say much, she hopes that she didn’t come off as shy. She’s feeling a bit lightheaded about deceiving everyone here and making them believe that she’s dating Harry just as a business move. It doesn’t seem right, but she still plays along. 

And the one other thing keeping her calm would be the second glass of white wine she’s having. At first, she declined, wanting to remain poised and under control, but then she just got so in her head about what she’s doing that she allowed herself one glass. And then two. And now she’s talking to Harry’s cousin who just had a baby about the most random things and she’s having so much fun doing it. She feels more calm and relaxed having someone to talk to. It’s nice. And what’s also nice is Harry’s warm hand resting on her thigh while she twists his rings back and forth. 

She wouldn’t say his hand is up her dress, but it pretty much is. It’s under her skirt, but just sitting on the middle of her thigh. But she can’t lie and say it’s not making her squirm a little more than usual in her chair. He’s in his own conversation, so she doubts that he even notices it. Wine just makes her behave differently. And while she’s trying to keep her mind off of him and his hands, her body had other plans.

It’s forcing her to be aware that his fingers are so close to her. That his hands are so warm. And that’s bringing up many other issues with it. Basically, she’s sure her underwear are ruined now because they’re so wet. But Harry doesn’t have to know that part. He doesn’t. He can’t. 

So, she’s just pressing her legs together and hoping for the best. But she’s not doing a great job at it because his hand moved down to her knee and she went reaching for it to drag it right back up to where it had been. Maybe even higher. She could hear his words falter the tiniest bit, but other than that, he seemed unbothered by it. He did squeeze her thigh lightly, but that was it. 

At this point though, just sitting and talking at the table is making her restless. Especially with Harry’s fingertips brushing back and forth on top of her thigh. She excused herself to the bathroom, but Harry got up to show her the way. Apparently, the house is quite a maze. 

She knew from others getting up from the table that the bathroom was right inside the glass doors and to the left. But Harry took her inside and to the staircase. He guided her up the stairs and she didn’t even argue. The wine is making her much more agreeable than she usually is. 

He followed her right into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. She’s confused now because she really did have to pee, but now he’s here and she has to make him leave first. 

“What are you doing?” She whined, trying to push him towards the door. She needs a second to get herself back under control, away from him. She was getting way into her head. 

“Are you doing that on purpose?” He grabbed her wrists to stop her from pushing him. Not that it was doing anything to get him to go away, but he needed her full attention. 

“Doing what? I have to go now, can you please—” 

“Do you want me to touch you?” 

She’s not as surprised by his question because of the alcohol she’s had, so at first, she laughs it off. He can’t mean that because why would he? 

“Why would you ask that, Harry?” He stepped towards her until she was pressed against the counter top. The bathroom was big and echoey. There was a tub and walk-in shower and two sinks with a giant mirror behind them. It’s probably the biggest bathroom she’s ever been in. But now she’s hemmed up against the sinks with his body pushing against hers and he’s staring down at her like he wants to devour her.

“Because you’ve not been able to sit still all night. Can feel you trying to settle down, but it’s not working, is it? Need some help, sweetheart?” It’s just like the other day in his office, but they’re not at work. There’s no chance for someone to walk in. At least, not someone they work with. She hopes Harry’s family would just stay downstairs if they had to come in and use the bathroom. But he seems pretty confident that they will if he even asked that.

“No, I’m fine—” 

“Are you? Because I think you like my hands on you, (Y/N). You like me touching all over you, you just don’t want to admit it.” He ran his hand down her arm and down further until he reached the back of her knee. And then he lifted her leg up so he could have her leg locked around his waist. Now she’s holding onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to keep herself upright. 

She doesn’t mind that he’s touching her and it has little to do with the wine. She feels stone sober now after his very blunt question. And she almost wants to take him up on it. 

“So what if I do?” Her hands moved from his shoulders up to his hair where she pulled, making his head fall back for just a second before his darkened gaze met hers again. 

“Say it then. Tell me you want me to touch you.” (Y/N) is definitely not ashamed to tell him that now. She just wants what she wants and she’ll think about the consequences later. 

“Please kiss me.” 

And she knows Harry to be a tease, so of course he started with her shoulder and worked his way to her neck while she was trying to keep her hips still against him. She could feel all of him and if her underwear were ruined before, she might have to toss these ones after tonight. 

Once his mouth met the underside of her chin, she overtook the kiss. He was taking so long so she grabbed him by the jaw and pressed their mouths together. She could feel him melt right into the kiss and move his hands to her waist to squeeze her. Her arms came around his neck instead to pull him closer right as he tongue snuck its way into her mouth. She really didn’t mind that because she’d been waiting to do it, but let him take the initiative. 

And now he’s hurrying to get her sitting on the counter so he can feel her thighs wrapped around him. He never knew that shy little (Y/N) could be so . . .  not shy. Like right now, she’s licking into his mouth while moaning. He never pictured this happening ever. He knows that the dinner table is going to be wondering where they went soon, but he just can’t push himself away. She tastes like the wine she’s drinking and whatever fruity lip gloss she’d put on before coming. And he can’t get enough. 

He figured this would be a problem. He knew that eventually, playing pretend would backfire, he just didn’t think it’d be so soon. But he had to go and tease her until she snapped. And that very well may be the reason why her pretty thighs are so tight around him and why she keeps tugging on his hair, hard enough to make his eyes roll back. He just didn’t think she’d be this good. And he really wishes she wasn’t. Because now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s never going to want anyone else. 

Unfortunately, it was her that pulled away. Apparently, common sense reached her first. She roughly shoved his shoulders back and watched him with wide eyes and a heaving chest. 

“That did not happen!” And now she’s up off the sink, pacing and muttering things to herself that he didn’t bother to listen to. 

“Hey, sweetheart, no matter how bad you want it to not have happened, it did, and it’s not that serious.” She stopped her pacing and turned to him with her hands on her hips. 

“Not that serious? I kissed my boss! And I liked it!” She slapped her hands over her mouth and shook her head at him. “I didn’t say that!” He laughed, leaning against the counter, watching her spiral even more. 

“It’s okay. I liked it too.” He doesn’t see the problem. They both liked it and just because he’s her boss doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it started as something pretend, but Harry knew he’d have a hard time with that anyway. (Y/N) is amazing and she always has been. But now that they’ve kissed and he’s felt her body on his, he doesn’t think he’ll ever go back. But he’s not going to admit that right now while she’s freaking out. He’ll wait until she’s calm and has time to think. 

“You can’t just say that, Harry! We  should get back to the table. It’s been long enough.” He didn’t fight her on it. He just opened the bathroom door and led her back to the garden. He could feel her hand shaking in his and he didn’t know why. But he didn’t let her go until they were sitting again and (Y/N) had her wine glass to her mouth. 

The rest of dinner went nicely. (Y/N) was practically buzzing in her chair and he knew that meant she wanted to leave, so he took that as his cue to tell everyone goodnight and get (Y/N) home. She was quiet the entire car ride, but he expected that. She must have been thinking and that’s fine. He hopes it was all good things. He put the car in park at the curb in front of her apartment and she turned to him, looking slightly nervous. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you.” 

“I’m not.” She scoffed, looking away from him for just a moment to find her composure. 

“I just mean . . . you know.” 

“I know, love. Have a good night.” She nodded, blinking a few times before looking back at him. 

“I would invite you in, but it’s a Sunday night and I don’t trust myself.” Who knows how far she’d take it if there was a bed nearby, so she just shouldn’t. 

“That’s okay. Sleep well, (Y/N).” She pushed the door open and stepped out. She did lean down into the car to send him one last wave. 

“See you tomorrow, Mister Styles.” 

“Can’t wait.” She felt her face heat up and took that as a sign to just shut the door and go inside. Because tonight had been a lot. And she just needs a good night’s rest and it’ll all be better. 

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“(Y/N). You’ll never guess,” He came striding out of his office with a grin on. She knew he must’ve gotten some type of good news. He stopped in front of her desk and leaned down to her. “My father is very pleased with us. He’s going to watch me for a few weeks and make sure I stay on top of things and if all is well, I’ve got the job.” 

“That’s great, Harry.” She knew he’d get it anyway. Why wouldn’t he? 

“All thanks to you.” 

They hadn’t said much about the kissing thing. She did greet him this morning with a coffee and warm cheeks, but he just smirked at her and thanked her. But she doesn’t mind it. So what she’d been thinking about it all night before and even struggled falling asleep. So what. It didn’t have to mean anything. It was all in the heat of the moment. 

“You’re welcome.” She quipped back, making him laugh and reach over to her to run his hand over her shoulder. 

“Meet me in my office in a few, please. We’ve got some work to do.” 

Little did (Y/N) know that “work” meant sitting on top of his with her blouse halfway off as they did their best to swallow each other. She really didn’t expect it. She thought he’d sweep it under the rug and forget about it. Instead, he’s got his hands up her skirt and is feeling all over her thighs. 

He pulled away from her, reluctantly, and breathless, to stare at her. 

“I love kissing you, you make me crazy, (Y/N). Don’t want to stop.” And she went right back in to press their lips together and lead them into another bout of passionate kissing. 

This went on for much longer than she thought, but by the time she accidentally looked up at the clock on the wall, she’d been in his lap for twenty minutes. 

“Oh my gosh. I need to go, it’s almost lunch time.” She pulled herself off of him and righted her blouse before fixing her skirt. 

“Fine. Leave me.” He said dramatically, making her giggle. He has a meeting to get to anyway. So, she’ll pick up his lunch and have it here for him when he returns. And hopefully there will be a redo of what they just did. 

“I’ll be back.” She went to step away from him, but he grabbed her hand, effectively halting her from going anywhere. And he almost looked nervous all of a sudden. 

“Would you ever consider going on a real date with me?” 

And he’s left her speechless because she didn’t think he wanted anything more than to fool around, but apparently, that’s not that case. But she doesn’t mind. She’s gotten to know Harry more in the past few weeks than she has in three years. And while she knew him well then, some things have changed. 

“I think I would like that.” His fingers slipped between hers and he squeezed, smiling at her. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I would.” She should’ve known something like this would happen. How could she have ever resisted him?   

“Okay. Let me know when you’re free then, alright?” She nodded, trying to walk out of his office and not run back to kiss him. But she’s supposed to meet Riley and she doesn’t really have time to mess around. Even though she really, really wants to. 

All throughout lunch, she was trying not to look so lovestruck and dreamy after seeing Harry. She didn’t want any questions from Riley right now even though she interrogated her quite a bit about what happened in the lobby. But she just brushed it off as him being silly. She really wants to gush to someone about it, but no one can know about their little deal. (Y/N) supposes that now that it’s turning into more, she could tell her then. That they’re dating. But for right now, she’s keeping it all hidden. 

She picked up Harry’s lunch and then walked back to the building with Riley. Is it bad that she can’t wait to see him again? She’s been gone for thirty minutes and all she can think about is being near him again.

He wasn’t in his office when she dropped the food off, so he must still be stuck in the meeting. She just set the bag of food on his desk before going back to her own. She got about thirty minutes of work done before Harry left his meeting and walked by her, distracting her from what she was doing. He blew her a discreet kiss before strolling into his office and shutting the door. She’ll be freed up in just a few minutes and then she can go sit with him for a minute and pretend to work even more. She knows she’ll get nothing done because all she can think about is their soon-to-be date. 

Right as she was standing to walk to his office, the phone on her desk rang. She rolled her eyes before picking it up and holding it to her ear. 

“Mister Styles’ office.” 

“Hi. Can you transfer me to Harry? I need to talk to him.” Normally, she would, but she knows he’s eating lunch and would probably not like to be disturbed. 

“He’s busy at the moment, can I take a message?” She reached for a pen and the bright pink sticky notes on the corner of her desk and waited for the woman on the phone. 

“Yeah. Tell him it’s Natalie and I had so much fun last night. He needs to call me back.” 

She didn’t move. All she did was scribble down the phone number Natalie left for him to call her back with and wish her a good day. Usually when she takes messages for him, she’ll write down the name of the person, the context of the call, and a number to reach them again. So she did all of that. While not even breathing. 

(Y/N) is well aware of who Natalie is. She can’t believe she didn’t recognize her voice. About a year ago, she was around all the time. Calling and visiting Harry at the office. He never said much to her about Natalie, but she assumed she was a girlfriend. And they’d been together for almost eight months, but suddenly, she stopped calling and stopped showing up, so (Y/N) figured they were done. And she never thought about her again until now. Now when Harry just asked her out on a real date, after he kissed her the night before, but he also spent that same night with his ex after he dropped her off. 

She plucked the sticky note from her desk and made her way to his office. Through the closed door she could see he was on the phone, but she didn’t care. She pushed the door open and he smiled at her. He smiled. She smiled right back and stopped in front of him. She slammed the sticky note right down in front of him and he sat back like he hadn’t expected it. He looked confused and told the person on the phone to hold on. 

“I’m on with my father, what’s—”

“Natalie called.” 

Once again, she didn’t give him the opportunity to speak, much less make an excuse about what had happened the night before. She just walked right out of his office and shut the door behind her. 

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i didn't even mean for that to happen, but i wrote this late last night and decided to just roll with it 😁 and if I missed you in the tags i’m so sorry, let me know! and if there’s anything weird in this, just know i was half asleep while looking over this soo :)

and i’m still working on the next piece (dad’s bsf/whatever lol) but I hope to have that out by the weekend. someone hold me accountable 😭

Harry kept giving you eyes over the table, and it was incredibly distracting. 

You tried to focus on the conversation or at the very least the delicious taco in your hand ready to be eaten, but every time you leaned in to have a bite you felt Harry's gaze on you, and it was lighting your body up with fire.

The last five days have been... something else. There were truly no words that could describe how fucking horny you had been since your little mutual masturbation night with him. Because really, it was an entire night of him somehow managing to make you edge yourself while simultaneously overstimulating you over and over again.

You didn't know how hot mutual masturbation could be until you actually did it. You never reached for a video like that to watch, nor did you fantasize about watching a guy jerk off. The picture of Harry doing it had infected your mind since the day he suggested this little arrangement, but that was only after he said it. 

Exhibitionism to you had always been about doing it with a partner and the riskiness of doing something you knew you shouldn’t in a not-so-private place. It was never about solo play because that wasn’t fun for you. But this? Having Harry watch you stroked that side of you so perfectly you wanted to do it over and over again.

He had complete control over the entire situation, in a way that made shivers go down your spine just thinking about it. In your day-to-day lives, Harry never told you what to do or tried to take control of anything. He was respectful and always aware of your boundaries.

In the bedroom, however, he turned into another person. While respectful of your boundaries, he made sure to do everything possible within them. That included telling you when and how to touch and to not take your vibrator away from your clit even if you wanted to.

Despite how dominant he was in the bedroom, and how intense it was to have him naked in front and beside you, your relationship remained relatively the same. Aside from the fact that you were now horny 110% of the time instead of 80% of the time around him, it felt the same. Harry put a real effort into remaining casual and light about the whole situation.

If anything, it felt more open and relaxed now that you didn't have to tiptoe around your attraction for each other. Even with his proposition and the lap dance you had given him, you still didn't really acknowledge out loud how sexually frustrated you made each other. Now it was all you could think about.

When Harry decided to check in on you before he left for work on Friday morning, it took everything in you not to pull him into bed so you could make yourself come for him again. 

“Hey, you awake, love?” Harry knocked on your door and opened it, peaking his head through.

You had a full day off and you were taking advantage of it, lying in bed as long as humanly possible before someone decided to visit, or Marty needed to go to the bathroom. He was snuggled up at the end of your bed, needing to be close to you but far enough that you wouldn’t bother him while he was sleeping.

“Hey, rockstar” you smiled, sitting up and leaning against your headboard. You were barely dressed, just a bralette and short shorts that were hidden by your duvet.

His eyes scanned your body before he had to snap himself out of it and enter your room, coming to sit on the edge of your bed beside Marty. He was dressed in his work uniform, a black pair of skinny jeans and the bar t-shirt which showed off his broad shoulders and toned muscles.

He looked delicious and smelt so heavenly you wanted to eat him. That aftershave of his would’ve gotten him so many tips by now.

“Just wanted to say goodbye, you probably won’t be awake by the time I get back” he reached and gently patted behind Marty’s ears, rubbing along the back of his head. Unlike when you tried to pat him when he was asleep and got given the rudest side eye, Marty nuzzled into Harry’s touch.

“You never just come in here and sit on my bed to say goodbye, Harry” you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Maybe I’m here to say goodbye to Marty too, little asshole never says goodbye to me when I leave” Harry cooed, looking down at Marty who was completely unaware of Harry’s insult.

“Okay, rude” you scoffed, scanning him as he scratched Marty’s head. 

Even just doing that, he looked phenomenal. It was really quite rude how Harry managed to look so goddamn perfect every second of every day. After the full-on night you had last night, you expected him to be exhausted and barely moving, yet he seemed wide awake with energy.

That energy could be used so much better elsewhere, but you tried not to dwell on it or become greedy since you were just intimate last night. 

“C’mon H, spill” you pressed.

His eyes met yours, sending shivers down your spine. His eye contact was so intense sometimes you could barely stand to look at him; no one had ever made you feel as flustered as he did.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay… after last night” he chose his words carefully and you could tell he was trying to tip toe around.

You smiled at how sweet he was being, but it was so unnecessary considering how enthusiastic you had been last night. You didn’t want it to be like this; something he had to tip toe around or feel cautious about because he was worried about your feelings.

Doing that with him was freeing and knocked down a wall between you too, and you felt really good about what happened. Part of you was a little worried about your feelings that had been toeing the line between friendship and more for a long time, but you pushed that far away to focus on the good feelings you felt about the situation.

It was one of the things you loved about him, how constantly aware and careful he was about your boundaries and feelings. But with this, you just wanted it to be something that he felt totally comfortable with, for himself and for you. 

“I am, I honestly feel really good and I definitely want to continue” You smiled, “Are you okay?” you replied, looking at him cautiously.

Harry was more than okay. Hearing you say that you felt good made him feel a lot better about his own feelings. Even after the late night you shared, Harry could barely get any sleep. He was tossing and turning for over an hour before he got up to see if you were the same.

You weren’t. You were fast asleep, freshly showered and dressed in barely anything, laying on your stomach above your covers. It felt wrong for him to look at you like that, so he very quickly returned to his own bed to try and get some sleep.

But he just couldn’t get you out of his head. The curve of your ass, the dip of your waist, the way you moaned out his name barely two hours earlier. He spent the next hour trying not to think of you, which only made him think of you more and resulted in his cock sore and hard, despite the fact he came three times in the hours you spent together.

By the time he had a cold shower after deciding it was better than giving himself another orgasm that probably would’ve hurt, he was still thinking about you. It felt borderline obsessive when he finally managed to sleep then woke up with you still on his mind.

Harry just couldn’t stop thinking about you and what had happened. He was left feeling satisfied, yet at the same time so fucking not it was crazy. He was hungry and had a deep craving to see you and play with you again.

At the end of the day, you both had to be feeling comfortable in this new arrangement for it to work. If you decided that it was too far, even after your enthusiastic participation last night, he’d go along with that with the upmost respect for your decision. But fuck was he glad that wasn’t the case.

Harry couldn't think of something he wanted less. On his list of things he wanted, stopping this mutual masturbation pact of yours was so far down it surpassed dying and starvation. Seeing you in a state he had only fantasised about got him hooked.

Your sounds, your facial expressions, the little shake in your legs when he made you make yourself come another time... fuck, he couldn't get it out of his head. And he just didn't want to stop. Frankly, he wanted to push past the no-touching rule and get his hands all over you, even if it was something he doubted would happen.

He wanted to touch you and taste you, make you come on his cock and mouth. He wanted to have you in every position and every place, over the counter, in your bed, his bed, upstairs on the roof, in the supply cupboard at work.

Harry knew it was dangerous to think like this, especially when your boundaries and your needs were always at the forefront of his mind. But he was only a man and seeing you naked woke up a feral part of his mind that he tried to keep at bay. He could control himself, yes, but when he had you squirming and naked in front of him he didn't want to.

“Really fucking good” he admitted, making you chuckle.

“Yeah?” you asked, untucking yourself from your duvet and shuffling over so you were sat on your knees beside him. His breath hitched as he looked at you, your shorts basically covering nothing and your breasts spilling out of your bralette.

“Yeah” he breathed, “looking forward to doing it again if ‘m honest” his eyes darkened the longer he looked at you, and you could feel desire swirl in your stomach for him.

“You better stop looking at me like that if you want to make it on time to work, Harry. Just because you were a rockstar last night doesn’t give you an excuse to be late” you replied teasingly, looking down at his lips momentarily.

A smirk played on his lips as he reached up to cup your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Maybe I should call in sick?”

“Alex would never allow that. She’d be running down here so fast then what would we do? We still need to air out the apartment of sex” you mused, letting out a shaky breath as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“What if I told her to fuck off because I’m trying to watch her best friend touch herself?” he asked with a raised brow. His words were utterly filthy, and your body was growing hotter by the second.

“Then we’d both be dead because we didn’t tell her.” you subconsciously leaned into his touch, your hand falling to his knee.

“True” he laughed, “Would you want to tell her?”

“No. Rather keep you my little secret” you shook your head, squeezing his knee and giving him those classic doe eyes of yours. There was nothing better than teasing a man, especially when you couldn’t follow through with your teasing.

“Little secret, huh? That mean we’d have to sneak around to do the dirty?” he smirked, leaning in closer and putting his other hand on your thigh. Your thighs clenched on their own, his eyes drawing to them at the motion.

“Mhmm, you alright with that, rockstar?” you slid your hand up a little higher, hearing his breath hitch. He didn’t show any struggle and copied your actions by sliding his hand further up your thigh.

“More than alright with that. Like knowing I get you all to myself without anyone else knowing” the thought of having something secret that was just yours was so tempting to Harry, and he loved the idea of it. Your lives were so open to your friends, including the open-door policy that Harry had no issues adapting when he first moved in.

Not everyone would do that, but Harry liked the thought especially since he was new to the city and wanted friends so he didn’t bother Mitch and Sarah all the time. He felt even more comfortable with your apartment rules when he met your friends and actually liked them. Well, except Mike, but he was still in his moody ignoring you stage so he hadn’t been coming around much recently.

“God… you really need to go if you keep looking at me like that” you let out a breathy chuckle, your core clenching at the feeling of his hand on your bare skin. The touch was borderline too intimate, but you liked the feeling way too much to tell him to stop.

Harry reluctantly grabbed his phone from his pocket to check the time and widened his eyes when he saw it, jumping up from the bed. Your body cried out at the loss of his touch, but you didn’t let it show. “Fuck, I’m gonna be late”

“Bye” you smiled, watching him walk to the door. He quickly turned back around and cupped your cheek, his pinky digging right under your jaw in a way so tantalising you could scream then pulled you up with a gentle grip to kiss your cheek.

“Bye, love” he smirked, pulling away and running out of your room to grab his things.

Since your little chat tension had been rising every day in your apartment. Between working, school, and Harry's rehearsals, the two of you barely had time to eat let alone masturbate together or even by yourselves. Harry had to work all weekend while you finished off assignments, then when he had a free day, you had uni.

Taco Tuesday, however, was a night both of you always reserved, and there was just this feeling in the air of pure lust. The knowledge that you both had a free night once everyone left was hanging over your shoulders and it was hard to hide how worked up you were.

You took another bite of your taco, letting out a 'hmph' when you felt Harry's foot brush up against your calf. It was a good thing that you were sitting opposite each other, a choice made by Alex because apparently you 'distract each other too much and ignore the group' when you're sat together. It was a bigger group than usual tonight, Mitch, Sarah, and Pauli joining you alongside Mark and Joe.

You didn't expect Mike to join you all, to be honest, since things have been a little awkward between you two recently. But you were glad he did. It was always an open invitation and you didn't want your friendship to be ruined over something casual in the first place.

You will admit that the last truth or dare game was a little more than awkward, and you knew that Mike was trying to seem buff or one-up Harry the whole night. So far they've been civil, but you got the same feeling as that night through the slight side eye Mike was delivering.

It was Pauli’s first Taco Tuesday with you all, so you were trying to ignore Mike's behaviour and really try and welcome him and get to know them. But fuck, with the way Harry was staring at you, you could barely eat let alone make conversation with a new person.

You were usually good with pretending that you weren’t horny, especially considering you were pretending you weren’t attracted to Harry for weeks before this whole arrangement started.

Some days Alex would make sure you and Harry sat together, yet taco Tuesdays were sacred to her, so she split you up this week. Part of it was because of Pauli, and it made sense because you and Harry tended to keep to yourselves and whisper to each other when you weren’t part of a conversation. But it was rather annoying and didn't seem to be working as you and Harry started playing footies under the table.

You gave him a little kick and widened your eyes in a 'stop that' way as you finished off your taco and went to take a sip of your margarita. He just smirked and cocked his head, 'accidentally' knocking his fork off the table and muttering a quick “I'll get that” before he slid off his chair and onto his knees.

Your whole body froze as he made direct eye contact with you on the way down. You could see the top of his head from your position but that was it and you weren't sure what he was going to do.

Every bit of you was tense and you were trying to pretend like he didn’t go underneath the table to do something sketchy. You felt his fingers lightly graze your calves, making you jump a little in your chair. Sarah looked at you concerned from where she was sat beside you, but you just smiled at her and went to make up a second taco.

Your hands were shaking with how nervous you were, Harry’s hands gliding up to your pressed thighs and up further to the hem of your dress. The smallest little ‘hmph’ left your mouth that was thankfully covered by Alex’s animated storyteller skills.

You know someone would become suspicious about Harry’s absence under the table to pick up his fork which should’ve taken less than 30 seconds, so you gave him a little kick to tell him to stop. He moved barely a second later, his hands disappearing from your thighs and finally giving you space to breathe.

He was trying to rile you up and it was definitely working. Despite how tense you were, his touch lit your body up and you could feel your clit pulse with need. Harry used the limited touch he was allowed to his advantage, and you hated it. When he popped up from the table and flashed you a smirk across the table, you wanted to throw your knife at him out of sheer frustration.

You tried to go on eating your taco in peace, looking at everyone but Harry so you could get through it. Once you had finished it and were on your last bite, Harry texted you like clockwork, your screen illuminating with his contact name. Your brows furrowed as you raised your phone a little to read the message, still chewing on your last bit of taco.

Rockstar: go to the bathroom and take off your underwear. Rockstar: bring them back for me.

Your eyes widened as you began coughing on your food, frantically turning your phone face down as you covered your mouth with your hand. “Oh gees, you alright?” Sarah asked, tapping your back.

You nodded and sent her a small smile as you tried to swallow your last bite, looking at Harry across the table who was watching you intently with a smirk on his lips. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, tilting his head towards his phone in a way that meant ‘go do it’.

Part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off so your friends wouldn’t catch on while the other wanted to hand deliver him your soaked underwear without anyone realising. He never ended up returning the first pair he stole from you, so you hoped they ended up in the wash and would return back to your room safely at some point.

“Yep, all good” you coughed, “I’m just going to go to the bathroom quickly” you made eye contact with him as you spoke, feeling your body hum at how sickening his smirk turned. You both had been waiting for an opportunity like this and starting it out like the first time you did it felt good.

Once you entered the bathroom, you slipped them off and bundled them up as tight as they could go. You were lucky to be wearing a small g-string instead of your granny panties, so they were easy to tuck into themselves and hide in a tight fist.

You weren’t really sure what your plan of action was. Getting the underwear to Harry without anyone noticing was going to be a bit of a struggle, but the game of it was exciting and you could feel your core clenching and unclenching in suspense of what he was going to do next. 

It was clear he was running the show tonight, and you had no issues with that as long as you saw his cock and got an orgasm out of it.

You returned and spotted the empty jug of margarita on the table, giving you the perfect opportunity to get close to Harry. “Anyone up for another round?” Keeping your hand with your underwear in it pressed against your side, you stood beside Harry and leaned over him to grab the jug. “Sorry, H” you apologised, smiling down on him as your other hand subtly pressed to his thigh where he grabbed the underwear from your hand.

To anyone else it looked like you were using him for balance, something no one would question considering how close you two were. “What type of question is that?” Macy scoffed, “of course I want another marg” she quickly sculled the rest of hers, letting out a loud sigh of contentment.

“Okay, calm your farm” you laughed, brushing your hand along Harry’s shoulder and the back of his neck as you walked into the kitchen. You could feel him tense up at the touch, making you look back with a little smirk as you made eye contact with him.

“I’ll help” he said, too loudly and standing up to come join you. He quickly slid your underwear into his shorts pocket before Alex loudly interrupted him.

"No, babe, I'll help. You sit your pretty ass down" Alex ordered, leaving no room for interruption as she pressed her hand into his shoulder to make him sit down. He looked over at you and you simply smiled and shrugged before he begrudgingly sat down. 

Alex was all for 'fuck the patriarchy' and in any other case she'd force Harry to get up and make them himself since he was so eager to help you, but she had been wanting to get you alone all night. Ever since she entered the apartment she could feel the sexual tension in the air and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Harry kept looking over at you as Alex joined you in the kitchen, working on cutting up some more limes while you poured ice into the blender.

“So, honey, how did you feel about your training today?” Alex asked, nudging your arm to get your attention. 

You were way too focused on measuring the tequila even though you'd usually just free pour until it 'felt right'. Nothing felt right tonight, not while you were going commando and squeezing your thighs together to relieve the tension between your legs.

Alex could tell you were distracted, and she just knew it was because something happened between you and Harry. There was just this hint of… something in the air that told Alex everything she needed to know. She wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but until she found out she wasn’t going to draw attention from the group to the way you two were interacting all night, something she definitely would’ve done in any other case.

“Good" you replied absent-mindedly before adding triple sec to the blender. "The actual mixing of drinks is fine but it’s the ingredients I’ll for sure fuck up at some point” you laughed, looking at her for a moment before watching her expertly pick up two lime wedges in each hand to squeeze them into the blender.

"You'll get the hang of it, there's always those tables to reference-" Alex abruptly stopped her loud talking to hiss lowly in your ear as she squeezed the limes, using the proximity to be able to whisper. "Okay, what the fuck is going on between you two? You’ve been giving each other eyes all night. Have you slept together? Is that it!?” 

"What, no! What are you talking about?" you replied defensively, speaking lowly but not as whispery as her. If it looked like the two of you were talking about something secret, everyone would want to know what was going on and that's the last thing you needed.

"That is such bullshit! Come on, I'm your bestest friend in the entire world you can tell me" she pressed, standing way too close as you slammed the lid onto the blender and picked it up, turning to the other side of the kitchen to put it on its stand. She practically stood on top of you, her body pressed to your side as you moved.

"Sorry. Can't hear you" you replied with a grin, turning the blender on so it would drown out her voice. She let out a loud huff which you managed to hear over the sound of the blender and slapped your arm, making you gasp in feign-hurt and stick your tongue out to her.

"You're such a bitch! Since when do you keep secrets from me!?" She screeched, her voice barely audible over the blender. You groaned and turned off the blender, turning to her. 

She wasn’t going to stop until you gave her something. And that something had to be believable. You weren’t the best liar and you held your heart on your sleeve, so you went with something that wasn’t really a lie… just a different version of what happened. 

“Okay. If you must know he walked in on me using my vibrator, legs spread open like I was giving birth or something.” Her eyes widened, and amusement started to show on her face. “So, now it’s been, like… weird.” You looked over to Harry, who was already looking right at you. But it wasn’t with an embarrassed or guilty look, it was with hunger. 

You forced yourself to look back at Alex, speaking quietly so no one else would hear. When he looked at you like that, it made the fact that you were commando underneath your dress painfully obvious. 

“He was so apologetic and embarrassed and I… I had to like convince him that it’s normal and not a big deal. So now we’re just joking around about it. I’m trying to ignore the fact that one of the hottest men I know saw my entire vagina” you shrugged, trying to play it off with a light chuckle. 

It wasn’t too far from the truth, really, but believable enough for Alex to find it funny and make sense of it. 

“Oh I seeee” she grinned, taking over the cocktail making and grabbing the blender cup to pour the concoction into the glasses. “So now that he’s seen your pretty vagina he wants you even more than he did before” 

“Alex!” You hissed, slapping her arm. She laughed and nudged you, finishing her pouring and setting the cup onto the bench. 

“I’ve seen your pussy, babe. It is pretty” 

“I know. And that’s not what I’m talking about.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He doesn’t want me, you’re being ridiculous. We’re just friends” 

“Sure, but you’ll owe me $20 when you two finally fuck and admit you love each other” 

You looked back at Harry, his eyes on yours but this time quickly looking away as he laughed at something Pauli said. That would never happen. Falling in love with Harry would actually be quite easy because there was so much to love about him. But you wouldn’t let yourself. You couldn’t. 

“Yeah… that’ll never happen.”

//

The moment the front door closed after bidding goodbye to everyone, it was like the temperature had risen 100° inside your apartment. For the first time all week, you two were alone and had time. You had time to finally sate the desires you had been struggling to contain since you first hooked up. 

“Hi.” You grinned, grabbing onto the front of Harry’s t-shirt and pulling him closer to you. 

“Hi” he smiled back, all dimply and gorgeous. He grabbed onto your hips, pulling you so you were now flush together. He was warm and firm against you, and you could feel his cock against your belly. 

He wasn’t hard just yet, but you could still feel his length through his shorts and that excited you.

“Did you have a good night? I really liked Pauli, he fits really well in our group.” You played with the buttons on his shirt, not undoing any but alluding to the fact that you wanted him naked. 

“I did. I always have a good night with you…” he paused, like he wanted that to be the end. But he was quick to jump in and rectify it. “And everyone else. Think Pauli loved your cocktails a bit too much, they were happy as anything.” he laughed. God, you loved his laugh. 

“I’m glad” you laughed back, swallowing a bit uneasy when the laughter died down and the house suddenly felt so quiet. There was a bit of silence and a shudder ran through your body when he flexed his hands against your hips. 

You were just so pretty. Harry found himself quite enamoured by you. 

“So… finally alone, huh?… Been thinking about you a lot, y’know” Harry broke the silence, his voice lowered into a murmur. “Especially when you handed me these and they were fucking soaked” he fished your underwear from his pocket and held them up in the air, smirking as he looked between you and the thin soaked material. 

You blushed but stood your ground, biting your lip. “I’ve been thinking about you too, a lot” 

“Yeah?” He dropped your underwear carelessly to the floor, cupping your face and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. 

You could taste the faintest flavour of it… your arousal from your underwear and it was getting you beyond horny. You imagined what it would be like for Harry to be the one to finger you, to touch you and make you lick his fingers clean. Or further… so much further. For him to cum inside you and feed you his cum on his fingers. 

Stop… you had to stop imagining things further than this. Further than keeping your hands to yourself and walls around your heart. 

“You get yourself all wet for me? Because god have I been hard for you. It’s been hard to control myself when you always look so damn good” he groaned a little, squeezing his fingers into your hip and making you gasp a little. 

His words were making your head spin, especially when the tip of his thumb slipped into your mouth. 

“Uhuh… Take me to bed, please”

Harry picked you up, keeping eye contact with you as his eyes scanned your face, falling to your mouth naturally. It was hard to navigate a sexual encounter when you couldn’t kiss the person, or touch them how you wanted. 

If it were up to Harry his tongue would be in your mouth already and his hands would be under your dress. They’d be on your ass, on your breasts… between those pretty thighs of yours in your slick centre. 

“Which room?” He asked once entering the short hallway to your rooms. 

“Mine, my vibrator’s in there” you grinned, adjusting in his grip. He groaned at the feeling of your pussy right on his cock, which was hardening at the second just holding you in his arms. 

Marty was happily sleeping on Harry’s bed, so in that way it was better to go to your room too. He seemed to like Harry’s room more than yours. Ever since Harry moved in, Marty was utterly obsessed with him. He’d follow him around the apartment and even go with him on his morning runs which was unusual for Marty. 

Marty was more of a leisurely stroll type of dog, maybe a game of fetch every now and then when he was in the mood. He got zoomies, but he wasn’t much of a runner. With Harry though, he could run every morning and was always up for a game. 

You thought Marty was your dog. Like every human has a soulmate, animals have soulmates too. A human that’s their other half… their person. 

You thought that Marty was your soulmate in dog form. Like you two were kindred spirits because you both liked to sleep in and stroll rather than run. You both liked to eat and nap and binge-watch TV shows together. 

Marty had a soft spot for Animal Planet but had an equally excitable bark when Shannon and Tamra got into screaming matches in Real Housewives of Orange County. It was perfect. He was like you in dog form. 

And he still liked to do those things, but when Harry entered your life he seemed to inject a new lease on life into him. It was so cool to see, because Harry had a similar effect on you too. So maybe Harry was his person, not you. Or maybe Marty’s human soulmate was you and Harry combined. 

“Can do, princess” Harry smirked back, entering your room and kicking your door closed with his foot. 

“Princess huh? Never been called that before” you breathed, feeling an outer body sort of reaction to the pet name. It sent a shudder through your body and had your core pulsing with need. 

“Is it okay?” Harry asked, dropping you onto the edge of your bed softly. The name slipped off his tongue naturally, but if you didn’t like it he’d never utter it again. Harry only wanted to do what pleased you, always. 

You nodded eagerly, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt in a rush. Now that you were here, in your bedroom where you often lay awake at night thinking about the man in front of you, you just wanted him naked. You wanted to create a memory you could think back to, rather than making one up out of the figment of your imagination.

“I like it, a lot” you assured him, getting his shirt finally unbuttoned and pushing it past his shoulders so it would fall to the ground. When his chest was fully revealed to you, you felt your body tense up and your breath get caught in your throat. 

He was just so goddamn attractive, it hurt. Soft skin stretched over defined muscles. Chest hair and a happy trail that made you ravenous. Those little necklaces of his teased you in the best possible way and drew your attention to the tattoos perfectly placed on his chest. 

God you loved his tattoos. Your eyes started dragging down, from the swallows to the moth then further to those two ferns that always gave you the most vivid dreams. 

“I love when you look at me like that” he mumbled, grabbing the bottom of your dress and starting to tug it up. 

He tried his best to not touch you as he lifted your dress, knowing that it could potentially cross your boundaries even if his knuckles brushed against the skin at your hips or waist. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“How do I look at you?” you hummed, biting your lip to conceal a smile as you lifted your arms up so he could remove your dress before immediately working on pulling his shorts and boxers down. You weren’t wearing a bra because the dress had a bit of support in it, so you were left fully naked in front of him.

“Like I look at you” he reached out, brushing his fingers gently against your arm. “With desire.”

He was mesmerised by your body, just like he was last time. Your soft skin, the curves and goosebumps and stretch marks and all. He loved your breasts and those pretty perky nipples and god did he love the shine of your arousal on your pussy. 

He loved that he turned you on, that you were attracted to him. He knew he was a conventionally attractive person, so it really wasn’t too hard to find someone that was into him, even on the days he felt unattractive or not super confident in himself. 

But you… it made him feel good about himself to know that you liked him enough to let him see you naked. 

When he found out that you had been thinking about him, it only fuelled his ego even more and made him even more determined to make this arrangement of yours the best damn sexual experience within the boundaries. 

He had many ideas already, but it was probably too early to do the things he fantasised about. He wasn’t even sure you’d be into them… but he hoped you would be.

“How about we put that desire to work then, hmm?” His bottoms fell to the floor, exposing his hard cock and muscular thighs. The sight of his cock had your mouth watering and Harry could see the raw hunger in your eyes just looking at it.

What he would do to have you on your knees before him right now…

You ran your finger up the middle of his chest, only letting the tip of your nail touch his skin to tease him a little. You were definitely more submissive at heart and the moment Harry started directing you, you’d be putty in his hands. But you also loved to tease, and seeing his reaction when you did so.

He inhaled a shaky breath, which then got caught in his throat when you turned around and crawled onto the bed. You made a show of it, swaying your hips more than usual and arching your back to make your ass look better. 

His stare practically burned your skin and you made sure every move you made was deliberate, even when you sat back on your heels, still facing away from him and reached to open the bottom drawer of your bedside table.

“What do you want me to use, Harry?” you looked at him over your shoulder, finding him intensely looking at your back. He kneeled on the bed and shuffled forward a little, close enough to see the contents of your drawer while still leaving a decent gap between you so he was more towards the end of the bed.

“The pink one… and the purple one” he rasped, after a moment of scanning the array of toys in your drawer. 

There were many types in there, including ones that sent his mind spiralling at the imagery they brought on. Double-ended dildos and strap-ons included, as well as a ball gag and nipple clamps. 

He thought back to his welcome party, remembering that redhead going into your room with you and immediately wondered if you topped her or if it was the other way around. For Harry, when he was with a male partner he tended to be more submissive but with women he was dominant. 

You were clearly submissive with him, but you also had this very flirty and assertive side of you that he knew couldn’t go to waste. You were cheeky at times with him too and liked to tease a lot. 

He couldn’t lie… the curiosity was eating at him. He also couldn’t deny, that despite his usual dominant tendencies with women, his mind imagined you using that strap… on him. He knew the pleasure that brought and always enjoyed the mindblowing orgasms he had when he was stimulated anally.

But he had never experimented with that with a female partner. And now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Harry settled on two toys. The pink was a little hand-sized air-pulsing toy and the purple was a long, slender rabbit toy that he was utterly looking forward to seeing you fuck yourself with.

“Okay…” you breathed, feeling a little nervous at the idea of him watching you penetrate yourself with your vibrator. 

Last time you two played together, it was only external, which you were happy with. You didn’t know why introducing penetration was making you feel all flustered. Maybe it was because you knew it would only make your hunger for his cock that much worse.

“Are you okay with that?” he settled on the end of your bed, opposite to where you relaxed against your pillows, back to the headboard and toys beside you waiting to be used. 

Again, you nodded. “Yeah… the pink one is my favourite” you admitted, letting your bent knees fall inward so he couldn’t see anything. 

His gaze was heated and dark and the way his hair was pulled back in a bun was making him look more mean than usual. He was the opposite of mean, and that word wasn’t one you’d ever use to describe him.

But god… the dark look in his eyes was torturous. He looked at you with more hunger than anyone had ever looked at you before and he wasn’t even able to touch you. 

“I picked well then didn’t I?” he smirked then reached his hand out towards you. “Get it nice and wet for me, love.” You did as instructed, and like last time grabbed his wrist and spit in it. 

“Good girl, thank you” he smiled softly, wrapping his hand around his length and giving his cock a squeeze. He let out the smallest moan and your mouth parted just looking at the veins in the back of his hands. “Now why don’t you show me how you like to use it? How you like to make yourself cum when you’re feeling desperate…”

You nodded, too turned on to even reply before grabbing the pink toy. You didn’t like to tease yourself, not when you just needed something quick. So you turned it on and spread your legs for him, keeping your knees bent but feet wide on the bed. 

“You’re so wet, aren’t you… god you’re so pretty” he complimented, eyes switching between your eyes and your pussy, which was all shiny and a little puffy from your arousal. 

“It’s all for you, Harry… only for you” you replied, bringing the suction head of the toy to your folds and dragging it up and down to gather wetness on it. When it landed back at your clit, you gasped a little at the sensation then immediately pressed the button two more times to get it at a higher speed.

“Oh fuck” you moaned, fisting the blanket as the head formed a little seal around your clit, your arousal helping it stay in place and focus right where you needed it. 

“Jesus Christ” Harry cursed under his breath, working his hand up and down his length as the sight of you touching yourself just added fuel to his fire. The way you immediately went in, with no teasing or waiting was sending his head in a spin. “Feel good, princess? You look so goddamn gorgeous right now” 

“Uhuh… so good” you panted, keeping the toy suctioned to your clit but starting to rotate it a little to gain more friction. 

It felt incredible and got you off in a way that was so satisfying but didn’t leave you bored during, or desensitised afterwards. You could go rounds and rounds with this one toy just at your clit without doing any other stimulation and be happy. 

“Harry…” you gasped a little, your knees falling inwards at the pure pleasure flowing through your body. But he didn’t seem to like this, not one bit. 

“Open your legs, y/n. Let me see you” he rasped, no option for leeway in his words. You quickly opened your knees again and the two of you went back to touching yourselves.

The way Harry looked with his hand wrapped around his cock was something you’d never forget. It was an image that would be burned in your mind forever and something you’d go back to when you wanted to use your imagination to masturbate. 

You were watching him closely, eyes hooded with lust and pleasure as your hips started chasing the vibrator for more. Then your legs closed again and he let out a little agitated ‘hmph’, instructing you again to open them and keep them open this time.

You tried, fuck you tried. But it just felt too good. The pleasure was increasing and with that, your legs were tensing and clamping together without any control. 

So Harry stopped touching himself and was quick to grab your knees and pull them apart again, this time pinning them open to the bed like he did last time. “Gotta keep these open for you, do I? Feels too good, doesn’t it?” he teased, now kneeling right between your thighs. 

His stare was making you feral beyond words. You just couldn’t explain why it turned you on so much to have him watch you, but it did. It stroked that exhibitionist side of you and fucked up your brain a little, turning it to utter mush. 

“Uhuh…”

It didn’t help that he was so close too. If he moved any closer his cock would be touching you, it could be touching you. It could slide right into you without minimal effort and join your vibrator in pleasuring you and making you come. 

That thought alone was what seemed to push you over. That, and the feeling of his large hands on the insides of your knees, the pressure firm and temperature burning hot. 

“Oh.. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” you couldn’t even say it, not when the wave was approaching and your back was arching. You reached out to grab his wrist, moaning while your head tilted back.

“Go on. Come for me. Come for me, princess” he urged, just watching as you let out a loud moan and gasp, your hips grinding up to meet your vibrator until the high slowed and you turned it off.

“Did so well for me, y/n” he smiled softly, sliding his palms up and down your thighs with enough pressure to feel calming and help you relax after your orgasm. You didn’t even have a chance to reply before he was instructing you further. “Now I want you to turn around on your knees with your bum up. We’re gonna swap. That alright with you?” he asked, reaching forward to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

You loved the way he asked if things were okay with you, but he didn’t need to. Not always. Harry knew your boundaries and you trusted that he would respect them. 

“It’s okay… but you don’t have to double-check with me when you ask me to do things. I trust you and I trust you’ll respect my boundaries” you smiled, getting up on your knees. 

The fact that you trusted him sent warmth all through his chest. “Alright then… get in position then, quickly” 

The two of you swapped spots so he could sit at the headboard and relax against it. His legs were spread wide and his hand returned to his cock, leisurely stroking himself while he watched you.

Being in that position had your body heating up. You were flustered, even a little embarrassed that you were bent over in front of him and fully exposed to his eyes. 

This wasn’t a new position to you, but in all those other times you had been bent over like this the person behind you was touching you… fucking you. They weren’t watching you and far away enough that you couldn’t even feel their touch. 

But that embarrassment only turned you on more. It made your skin crawl with need and your pussy start to ache. You needed to be filled and you wanted it badly.  

“You look so gorgeous like that, y/n… Jesus” Harry cursed, biting down on his lip. “Start touching yourself now… just over your clit first. Gotta get you nice and prepped for your vibrator” 

You moved slowly, face buried into the duvet as you reached down between your legs and started rubbing circles over your clit. It was a little sensitive from your first orgasm, making your touch feel stronger and more pleasurable. 

“Good girl… when you’re ready, slip one finger into yourself.”

You did so immediately, craving the fullness of your fingers. In reality, you were craving more than just your fingers. You wanted Harry’s cock and you wanted it bad. 

After a little while Harry instructed you to use another… then another until you were fucking yourself with three of your fingers. They were hooked perfectly inside you, stimulating your g-spot in the perfect way to have you coming fast. 

Harry was mesmerised by you. You were fingering yourself fast and with every thrust he could see more and more cream start to collect on your fingers. His mouth was watering and he so badly wanted to have a taste.

He was working his cock faster now, jerking it quickly and making sure to apply added pressure to the tip. Both your moans and laboured breaths filled the room quickly, your sounds fuelling each other to touch yourselves faster and faster.

“Stop.” 

You whined and quickly pulled your fingers out, feeling your core pulse in loss at the fullness and lack of pleasure. “Harry…” you sighed, head turned to the side as you fisted the duvet in both hands.

“Turn back over and face me” 

You did so, slowly, feeling hot and sweaty and a little agitated that he made you stop. Looking at him though made you feel a little less annoyed because he looked like he felt the same. 

Hot skin, sweaty and flushed in the cheeks. His hair was slightly stuck to his forehead and his mouth was parted, his chest heaving as he panted. His biceps were bulging like he was trying to hold himself back. And he was. 

He was close to coming and equally as close to pouncing on you and burying his face between your legs. 

You gasped a little looking at him, supporting your upper body by pressing your hands to the bed behind you. “Harry…”

“Come here.” He grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you over and eliciting a little squeak. 

He kept pulling until your legs were draped over his, spread wide with your feet flat on either side of his hips. Your eyes went wide at the feeling of your legs pressed together… at the bare skin rubbing together and his hairs tickling your smooth legs. 

He was so close… almost too close. But it was just your legs. It meant your bodies were closer too and at this distance he could easily come on you if he aimed right. Part of you wanted him too… even if it was a bad idea. 

“This okay?” He asked softly, caressing your ankles. 

You swallowed thickly but nodded. It wasn’t much different than when you two were sitting beside each other with your entire bodies pressed together. 

“Yes…”

“Good…” he breathed, tucking your hair behind your ear and grabbing the purple vibrator from beside him on the bed to hand it to you. He was tempted to turn it on and press it to your clit, but he wouldn’t. “Fuck yourself for me, princess. Show me how you like it” 

You nodded wordlessly, bringing the silicon tip of the toy to your pussy. Harry’s hand returned to his cock, keeping the other on your ankle. That one touch sent sparks of electricity up your leg, all the way to where your clit was aching to be touched again. 

There was no point teasing yourself when you were this goddamn horny and he looked so glorious touching his cock. You pressed the toy into you, slowly so you could feel every inch of it stretch you out. 

Harry watched you gasp and clutch the bedding in your fist, your head tilting back a little as you gasped out a breathy moan. His eyes focused on the way you took the dildo so well and how you savoured every inch of it. 

When you turned on the vibrations and let out the throatiest whine, Harry groaned in return. You were just so pretty he couldn’t help it. 

Then you started fucking yourself and Harry’s thighs tensed. You fucked yourself hard and fast, and Harry’s head completely spiralled at the thought of him fucking you like that. Of his cock driving in and out of your pussy roughly like you were doing so yourself. 

He wanted to know how you liked it. If you preferred slow and deep, if Harry would slowly grind into you when he fucked you or if he’d be able to grip your hips hard and fuck you roughly, if he could take control. And now… now he knew how to take care of you if the opportunity presented itself. 

He almost regretted knowing, because now he knew that he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else when he was around you. All he’d be able to picture in his mind when he saw you walking around in your little dresses and short shorts was how you’d look if he fucked you. 

“Harry… god it feels so good” you cried, dropping back on your elbow. You couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, nor could you control the sounds leaving your mouth. They were desperate, breathy and whiny. 

“You look so pretty fucking yourself f’me, so wet too princess. Who got you this wet, hmm?” He coaxed, head tilting back to hit your headboard as he stared at you with a look that told you he owned you. 

“You… fuck. You did, Harry. You did.” 

Your back arched off the bed, the mix of vibrations and constant stimulation of your g-spot sending you crazy. It wasn’t as good as when someone else fucked you. It would never be as good as when someone else fucked you. 

It had been so long too… so long since you had someone take over and fuck you like you needed. 

“That’s right. Just like it’s you who’s got me so fucking hard right now. ‘M so close for you y/n… so-fuck… so close” 

He jerked himself faster, trying to time it with how you were touching yourself. You did the same, matching his movements so it was like he was inside you, like you were wrapped around him. 

“Want you to cum for me Harry… please, wanna watch you” you begged, biting your lip as you felt the pressure building faster and faster. Your core was getting tighter and your clit growing more and more tingly as time went on. 

You were close… really fucking close but you wanted to watch him first. So you held onto it, as much as you could. 

“Wanna watch you too, Jesus-fuck I’m gonna come” he gasped, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before back at you. “Y/n… y/n”

He came with a groan of your name, squeezing right under the head of his cock as ribbons of cum spurt out onto his abs. His hand found your thigh, gripping incredibly tight and triggering your orgasm. 

The firm grip of his hand and the bite of pain that followed was exactly what you needed and it didn’t stop, not until you were both breathing heavy and coming down from your highs. 

The vibrator ended up discarded beside you on the bed while you just laid there, legs still interlocked and stuck together with sweat. You were both covered in cum and eventually you’d have to clean up. But just for a moment you enjoyed the close proximity and intimacy of just being together like this. 

“That was…” you trailed off, pushing your hair away from your face. 

“Good?” He chuckled, stroking your ankle a little. 

“Mhmm” you agreed, lying down and stretching your arms high above your head, letting out a moan in relief. “I definitely need to shower now”

“Yeah, and we need to clean” 

“Oh fuck, I forgot about that” you groaned, staring up at the ceiling and letting your arms hang off the bed above your head. Cleaning was absolutely the last thing you wanted to do right now. 

“I’m happy to do it, I don’t mind a little cleaning” he replied, his hands caressing up and down your calves. You were still spread out and he could see the mess you created of yourself. Your cream dripping down your ass and staining your inner thighs. 

What he’d give for a taste…

“Uh… no” you deadpanned, propping yourself onto your forearms. “We’re cleaning together, that’s the deal.” 

Your eyes landed on the cum spurt on his stomach, now drying down. You just wanted to lick it clean and run your tongue all over his abs and torso…

“Alright, alright” he laughed. It was a laugh that never failed to make you smile, like music to your ears. “Do you want the first shower?” 

“Ugh, such a gentleman” you smiled, grabbing his chin and giving it a little shake. He flashed you a toothy grin which you returned. You then unhooked your legs from his before spinning around to get off the bed. “I will take the first shower thank you very much, then we can clean” 

You grabbed his boxers from the floor and tossed them to him. He caught them with ease. “I’ll get a head start.”

Harry watched you walk out of the room, yelling out a “I’ll try not to use all the hot water!” on your way to the bathroom. 

“Alright, love!” He called back, smiling to himself while looking around the room. 

He felt content with how that went and how relaxed it was afterwards. In fact, he was more than content. He was happy. There was no awkwardness or regret. It was just like the first time. Normal. 

Harry just prayed that it would continue feeling like that and that nothing would change for the worse...

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Y/N peered out the window behind her desk in Harry’s office. It was raining, which is on the list of things that put Y/N in a poor mood. She and Niall were supposed to have an afternoon picnic today, but there was no possible way that could happen now when the grass would be all muddy, the air would be too cold, and the food would get soggy.

She didn’t bother to turn her head and look at Harry as his fingers twisted the knob and he let himself into the office, shutting it softly behind him. Y/N had been sulky all day (all week actually), and he knew something was off but he wasn’t going to pry until she was ready to talk.

“It’s raining,” Y/N’s eyes stayed in the direction of the window, counting the amount of raindrops that were hitting the glass as the wind blew the rainfall in a slanted direction. “It’s not supposed to rain today.”

“I know,” Harry leaned against the door, wishing she would just look at him. All he wanted to see were her pretty eyes and her shy smile, but she wouldn’t turn. If she wouldn’t turn to give him attention, then he would just have to get her attention some other way.

In a few strides, he was standing behind her. The backs of her elbows were pressed into his palms and he pulled her so close to him that she could feel the way his chest rose with each breath. Her back was completely pressed against his chest, her behind grazing his crotch, and she let out a soft, quiet moan when she felt his lips press against the column of her neck.

Y/N was still upset about what that girl said at the party. I mean, she had no right to be that upset over it. It’s not like Harry told her he wanted her exclusively or wanted her for any other reason besides sexual. She felt stupid, so stupid, but Y/N thought that maybe their time together feeding the ducks, or going to the coffee shop down the street, playing miniature golf with her friends were outward expressions of Harry’s keenness toward her. There was no way he didn’t realize the butterflies that swarmed her head and fluttered in her belly when she spoke to him, or the way her gaze explicitly said I’m head over heels for you. But alas, Harry never once explained that he wanted more than making out on the couch or fingering her in the bathroom, and if that’s all she could get from him then… Then she wanted it, because she just wanted to be around him.

____

Harry continued working her neck, trying to tell her how much he loved her by his soft lips pressed against her neck. He hated to see his girl in such a sour mood, a mood that’s been working her over for about a week. Harry’s love language was physical touch and quality time. He thought maybe Y/N’s was words of affirmation, but he wasn’t quite sure, so he tried showering her in equal amounts of words of affirmation, gift giving (every time she said she liked something in a shop, he bought it then and there, no questions asked), he gave her copious amounts of physical touch (brought her to an orgasm at least once a day, if not more), and he spent almost all of his time outside of work with her.

He was rummaging through his brain, trying to figure out what could possibly be going on in that smart, little brain of hers. In fact, Harry wasn’t proud of it, but he sought out Professor Smith to ask about Y/N’s grade because he thought maybe she was slipping again and too embarrassed to tell him. When Smith told him she was hanging on to a solid B, and congratulated Harry for helping her get her grade to skyrocket from an F, Harry was back to square one and he hated it. He hated miscommunication, but he hated pushing her even more.

So, he continued to kiss on her neck, pulling those sweet moans from her throat. How could he work her up, just a little? Just to pull her out of the mood she was in? Glancing over at the clock sitting atop his desk, he realized he had twenty minutes before his next class shuffled in. Twenty minutes was a perfect amount of time for her to come on his tongue at least once, maybe even twice.

Harry’s tongue darted out, licking a long stride from the base of her neck to just below her jaw as if to say I love you, can’t you see that? And he knew she couldn’t help the moan, oozing need, that slipped past her lips and into his ear. Before he knew it, he was at the door, locking it and leading her to the couch where they shared their first kiss. He thinks that he’ll never get rid of that couch; it holds too much sentiment. Harry didn’t ever think he could love anyone the way he loves Y/N, even after a few short months of them getting to know each other, and he thinks that everything she touches turns to gold. She’s just so precious.

There she sat, looking beautiful as ever, on the couch that wasn’t so comfortable but meant the world to him, and her innocent eyes were saying are you gonna fuck me now?

He answered her silent question, “Not today, baby. I’m gonna make you feel really good with my tongue though, how does that sound?”

She only nodded in response, not offering the sweet sound of her voice and Harry decided he was getting a little tired of her lack of responses. He never wanted to be mean to her, no, but he knew she liked it a little when he bossed her around. So when he said, “Answer me with your words,” he could almost see her ears perk up, the cloudy haze that fogged her features shift to the bright sunshine-y features he knew and loved once more making a comeback. Harry thought he was about to work her out of that bad headspace once and for all.

“Yes, please. Wanna feel your tongue,” she replied with complete honesty. The words that would have embarrassed her before didn’t feel as dirty and lewd around him anymore. She was comfortable telling him what she wanted and needed, because she knew he was always willing to give it to her. 

“Fuck,” Harry whispered, “Your mouth is so naughty now, did you know that? Gonna wash it out with soap.”

“I think,” she spoke softly and sure of herself, “I think you like it when I talk like that.”

She sat back on the couch, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. Gently, he hooked his fingers into the belt loop of her pants, and when he pulled them down and realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he was positive his cock was going to burst the seam of his crotch. He didn’t even have time to register her words, the ones that just left her lips at the site of her bare beneath her pants. An animalistic grunt tore through his throat, as he spread her thighs just enough to get a good view at her center, dripping at the thought of his tongue, “So naughty,” he spoke clearly, his gaze meeting her frantic eyes, practically begging him for it. 

Without hesitation, or even a warning, his mouth was on her center, licking into her softly. Gentle strokes of his tongue against that sweet spot inside of her had her back arching off the couch, her fingers intertwining in his hair, and moans cascading from her lips. Typically, she felt more self aware in the moment when his fingers were pumping in and out of her, stroking that spongy spot that always sent her over the edge. This time though, she could barely speak. Words were caught in her throat, soft moans and her body squirming beneath his touch were the only signals he had that she was enjoying herself. 

Harry’s tongue felt much different than his fingers, though his fingers felt nice too. The way he licked and lapped at her, bringing his hand to stimulate her clit was almost too much for her. She could barely hold his gaze, sultry and enjoying the sight of her falling apart beneath his fingertips.

Giving her a short break, he popped his mouth off her core, giving one last kick up her slit before checking in, “Are you doing alright, darling?” 

She nodded, tugging at her hair slightly, trying to push his mouth back to where it once was. She didn’t have it in her to beg, she thought he must know what she wants— what she needs.

“I know, baby,” he reassured her, telling her he knew exactly what she needed from him, “I’m gonna get you there, don’t worry.”

Splitting her thighs back open, he moved his mouth just over her slit once more. His tongue darted in, then out, painstakingly slowly. Once more, her fingers intertwined with his hair, pulling at the roots, and she received a moan in pleasure from him. The vibration came from his throat, sending jolts of ecstasy right through her. All he had to do was lick into her once more, stimulate her clit with his forefinger and then she was coming undone.

Honey coated his taste buds, and he had already known deep within him that she was going to taste sweet. How could she not when she was so sweet herself. Soft spoken, kind hearted, and just so lovely, it only made sense that she tasted like the honey that emulated from her personality.

“Refreshing,” he wiped his mouth as he drank in her expression, “Like cantaloupe dipped in honey.”

With exhaustion rooted deep in her bones, her fingers tried to hook in her belt loop and pull her pants back up. She did have a class she needed to get to soon, but she was so fucked out and tired, she thinks she could just curl up on this couch— this couch where they shared their first kiss, this couch where he licked into her with his tongue until she came for him— and doze off into a blissful slumber.

He stood from his knees, the evidence of their prior activities straining against the zipper of her pants, and she didn’t know what it was in her, but she wanted to tell him that she wanted to rut against him again. Like the first time he made her cum, and it was at that very moment that she realized she had never wrapped her lips around his cock or even touched it with her bare fingers. That realization alone was enough to spiral her back into that bad, dark, gloomy mood that was repressing her sunshine-y personality.

“Why don’t you let me touch you?” She asked, the words dripping from her lips with hostility lacing in between the syllables. Lips turned down at the corner, and brows furrowed, she knew she was acting like a right brat but she couldn’t help it.

With a pointed glance from him, she wiped the frown off her lips and the scowl from her brow. As if to say good girl, he shot her a wink and the heat that festered in her cheeks was enough for him to know she understood what he was saying just through his eyes. “I want you to touch me, darling. We just haven’t had the time.”

“Won’t you make time for me?” She hated how it came out, needy and whiny.

After the party Harry had taken her to, she couldn’t help but feel like a small pawn in his huge game of chess. Emma had said not to bother with him. Granted, she didn’t know they had already formed an attachment of sorts, but she just wanted to know how he felt about her.

Her feelings were quite clear, she liked him. She possibly even loved him, but this could have been his modus operandi where he lured a girl with his charming smile, the stars in his eyes, that sweet syrupy voice of his, but even if his eyes were full of love and adoration, he didn’t actually feel that way. 

It was a terrible feeling, it really was.

“Of course I’ll make time for you, love.” His eyebrows furrowed at the words, like he was trying to understand what he could have done recently that made her feel like he wasn’t making enough time for her. Actually, they spent so much time together that if he were his own client in therapy, he would probably suggest they take some time for themselves rather than mulling over their partner. But Harry decided he could dote on her for a little while, show her how special she was to him because it was like the honeymoon phase. In a few weeks, they would still see each other all the time (this was his plan because how could he ever let someone like Y/N out of reach for too long), but they would get their space from each other. Right now, he just wanted to latch on to her.

“I have to go,” she sighed out, glancing at the clock. It was time for Harry to teach her next lesson and she had to go to Professor Smith’s class, even though she really didn’t want to.

His fingers reached out and grazed her hip softly before he pulled her into a hug from behind, the tip of her ear soft against the center of his lips, “Wait for me after class. I’ll take us back to my flat.”

She gave him a small smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes before they parted ways.

Harry threw his head back in frustration when the door clicked shut.

______

Y/N was finally back at the flat she shared with Niall for the first time in a few days. Niall had gotten accustomed to Y/N running off with Harry for a couple days at a time. She would send him a quick text, let him know that she wouldn’t be home, and he would give her the same reply as always:

Let me know if you need anything. X

As she paced around the kitchen, slowly licking the yogurt off of her spoon, she could feel Niall’s glower burning into the back of her head. At first, she tried to ignore it, she tried to pretend like he wasn’t staring at her with wide eyes, but after a couple minutes, she couldn’t help the irritation that bubbled up.

With a deep breath, and a calmness weaving through her tone (which she was surprised she was able to maintain, given the fact that she was not only irritated with Niall at the moment, but also the world) she asked, “Niall, is there a reason you’re watching me like a hawk?”

He took this as an invitation to step into the kitchen, and sit at one of the bar stools tucked under the island. “Yes, there is.”

“And what could that reason possibly be?” Y/N turned on her heels, her socks slick against the hardwood beneath them.

“You’ve been on edge,” his fingers tapped the countertop of the island, his eyes squinting as if he were reading the look on her face, “And if you won’t offer me the information, then I will just stare at you until a Greek God grants me the ability to read your mind.”

She huffed, her eyes locking with his. She was just so conflicted, “You know, I read a few articles that you should sometimes keep your relationship problems from your friends, because at a certain point they just start hating the guy, and I don’t want that to happen.”

“I don’t know how true that is, Y/N,” Niall’s voice was soft, a tone of concern that Y/N picked up quickly.

Oh god, it was nothing too bad, and she didn’t want Niall going down a rabbit hole and jumping to the worst conclusion he could possibly get to. If she didn’t want him to know anything, she shouldn’t have said anything at all, but maybe subconsciously, she wanted to tell Niall everything. Within a couple of steps, she was sitting at the bar stool next to him, her berry yogurt sat atop the counter of the island.

“I really like him,” Y/N began, “Too much, maybe. And I thought he really liked me, too. I mean, he took me to his close friend’s house for a small get together they were having, and introduced me to everyone. Maybe he doesn’t like me as much as I thought he did, maybe he doesn’t even like me at all. Maybe he just likes me out of convenience. I am conveniently there for him to have fun with?” 

Niall opened his mouth to craft his response, but Y/N took a deep breath then continued, “And then,” she paused, her eyes glued to him,  “This is the worst part by the way, when I was at his friend’s house one of the girls who was sat next to me told me not to waste my time on Harry because he’s not the relationship type. She said he was only the type that fucks, which I guess is fine, but I just wish he would have told me if that were the case, because now I have feelings for him, and I just don’t know what to do. What should I do? This feels so… Childish.”

With careful though, Niall rubbed his hand against his chin, his eyes focused on the view of the sky from their kitchen window. Niall wasn’t one to give unsolicited advice, but when she asked what she should do, he knew he wouldn’t leave her hanging. He didn’t respond too quickly, because he really wanted to think about his own approach. If Y/N was going to ask him for advice, he was going to give it to her with careful consideration before jumping to conclusions, and before he could give her any advice he needed to know one fact, “Have you spoken to him about it yet?”

Her eyes squinted into narrow slits, “No, I haven’t.”

“Well,” Niall clapped his hands together, a grin appearing on his face, “That’s what you should do, you should speak with him.”

“But,” Y/N started, her tone turning into a softness he hadn’t heard in so long, like melted butter, “I am afraid it will feel like rejection.”

Niall’s grin slowly faded, the fear of rejection was only natural. Aren’t they all afraid of that? “Sometimes you just have to take risks, Y/N. When are you seeing him next?”

“He’s taking me to the aquarium tomorrow. I had said something about wanting to see the manatees and he took it very literally and got us tickets.”

“Babe,” Niall said, the grin slowly spreading across his face once more, “I would like to add that I definitely think he likes you if he hears you talk about wanting to see some manatees and then decides he’s going to take you to do that. Also, just because one person says he’s not the relationship type, doesn’t make it true. Maybe he just didn’t want a relationship with them, and that’s okay.”

Y/N puffed out a sigh, the despairing emotions she has been feeling recently clouding her thoughts and fogging her judgment. Niall, her best friend, was a solid voice of reason and always anchored her back into the sand when she began to float away. He was right, she simply needed to talk to Harry, even if he rejected her and it felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

_____

Blue skies should be an omen for the day they were about to have together. The skies were the lightest shade of blue, only a few clouds hanging over the city. Birds were flying around, flapping their wings to the rhythm of the calls from the other animals. Butterflies were migrating for summer, filling the sky with colors of orange, green, and purple to accompany the blue. Light winds accompanied the heat of the sun, cooling the air around them, but it was also warm enough to wear shorts and sandals. 

These were the kind of days Y/N lived for. These were the kind of days full of life and love in contrast to the dark gloominess of the rain, so Y/N took this as an omen that her day with Harry was going to be a great one. She wasn’t going to get into her head too much, she wasn’t going to think about how Harry might not like her as much as she liked him. She was just going to enjoy their day together, the quality time they had. 

“Do you have your overnight bag?” Harry asked, as she walked from her porch over to his car. He was leaning against the passenger side, getting ready to open the door for her when she shook her head to tell him she didn’t pack an overnight bag.

Sometimes, when she saw him, her breathing would catch in her throat. She couldn't help the gawking, the way her eyes followed the curve of his lips down to the curve of his jaw. It was hard to not recognize how beautiful one person could be, truly like he was an angel walking on earth, blessing each person with his presence. It was a little embarrassing when he caught her ogling, so before he could make a comment sending heat through her bones and her cheeks, she blinked a few times and composed herself.

“You didn’t pack one?” He asked, opening the door for her, unsure if she was able to spend the night at his flat tonight.

“I didn’t know I was going to spend the night,” She replied, climbing into his car and whispering out a small thank you as he held the door open for her. 

“I’m sorry, I should have asked. I just assumed,” he hesitated to close the door, waiting for her response. 

“I would love to spend the night,” she offered as a consolation, which was true. She loved spending the night at Harry’s flat. She loved snuggling into him in the middle of the night, and the way he pulled her closer to him, like she could never be too close (even if she was practically on top of him).

“You already have a toothbrush at my house, and I can just give you my t-shirt to wear to bed if you don’t want to go grab a bag. You’ve got a date with the manatees,” Harry was trouble shooting, trying not to inconvenience her too much by making her go all the way back in and pack a bag when he knew she just wanted to get going to go see those manatees, and he didn’t want to outright tell her how much he wanted her to stay the night. How much he longed to feel closer to her.

Y/N noted how domestic it sounded, that her toothbrush had already infiltrated its way into her bathroom. For a moment, she wondered if it bothered him that she had snaked her way into his life, that she bothers him in his office when he’s meant to be eating lunch, that she sits at his kitchen table as he tutors her because she would be helpless without him. Did it bother him?

Blue skies, she reminded herself, and pushed the negative thoughts that were begging to ruin her day to the back of her head. She would deal with them later, give them attention when she was alone, staring at her ceiling and wondering if Harry had half the feelings for her that she did for him.

So, she nodded and told him that would be ideal, he shut the door, and they made their way to the aquarium, because, as Harry said, Y/N had a date with the manatees.

_____

“You know,” he started, his eyes watching hers as her eyes watched the fish through the glass of the tank, “I’m thinking you didn’t come here to spend time with me, but more so to spend time with the fish. Hell, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were possibly a mermaid with how fascinated you are with sea life.”

Y/N wondered if Harry could feel the tension the way she was feeling the tension, although, it really could have been one sided as the inner turmoil started to flood through her once more and reveal itself. As best as she could, she tried to push it away, push it down, down, down so that she didn’t spoil their day together as her whiny attitude nearly spoiled the last time they saw each other. 

In an effort to lighten the tension, to lighten the mood she replied with a big smile across her face, “If I had the ability to be a mermaid, you would absolutely never see me on land.”

And that smile she showed him, the flash of her teeth, the way the sparkle met her eye satiated the anxiety that was weighing on his chest. For the first time ever, he felt like he couldn’t do anything right, until she flashed him that smile and packed his nerves away.

She noted it, the way his eyes were darting around the aquarium, the way he was clearing his throat with each word, the way his hands were fidgeting as he tried to find something for them to do. All she wanted was to grasp his nervous hands in hers and tell him how much he meant to her, to try and fix the tension that was separating them so greatly. They may have been standing only one inch away from each other, if she leaned over just enough, her shoulder could brush against him, she felt like they were fifty feet away from each other. Maybe it was just because of the fact that their heads were in two different places.

“What is with your fascination with manatees?” He questioned, averting his eyes from her back to the clownfish swimming around each other in circles. Actually, it was kind of sad, he noted. They should be in the ocean, swimming alongside their friends with no glass limitations and no borders holding them back.

“I heard they were going extinct,” Y/N explained, “I just wanted to see them before they left us for good if that happens. Do you know how much we destroy the planet?”

Harry, who had one garbage for recycling, one for trash, and one for compost for his plants, did in fact know how much humans were destroying the planet. Harry, who preferred to walk instead of drive to reduce his carbon footprint. Harry, who didn’t eat meat (except for fish, which he was now feeling a little grimey about) because the more you consumed, the higher your carbon footprint actually knew a lot about the destruction of the planet.

“I do,” his voice was soft, his fingers were aching to intertwine with hers. “I didn’t know you were interested in that.”

“It’s a recent development,” she smiled at him, and he took this as an invitation. Maybe he was just nervous and was reading the situation wrong, but he was positive she liked him the way he liked her, so he linked his fingers in hers and when she pulled her hand away from his, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. 

“I think we should go,” Y/N said.

And that was that.

_____

Silence filled the car, neither one of them saying anything. He thought that he should take her home, given the fact that he had made her uncomfortable, but his pride was too hurt to ask her if she wanted to go home or to be the one to start the conversation up. The tension was so awkward, Harry could barely stand it.

As soon as he threw the car in park, he realized he was going to have to break the silence sooner or later, In hindsight, he should have asked her this before he had gotten all the way back to his flat, but since she was set on not speaking, he decided he would just ask now, “Do you just want me to take you home?”

“No,” she unbuckled her seatbelt, turning her body so that she was facing him in order to give him a better view of his face. “Why would you think that?”

“Honestly,” he began with his eyes squinting, like the words were out there somewhere and he just needed to find them, “I’m feeling confused, and a little embarrassed.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” The confusion was understandable, she was feeling confused too. 

“I just thought I was reading all the signs correctly. I thought you really liked me, but when I tried to talk to you about things, you would just shut down. When I try to hold your hand, you pull away. You are never obligated to hold my hand, or kiss me, or dote on me, but I thought things were going well, you met my friends, and I met yours. I mean, I understand the power imbalance, and I’m doing everything I can to try and make that right, but if you’re not interested in me, that’s perfectly okay, Y/N. I just want to know.”

Tears formed in her eyes, and she was kicking herself for crying in front of him again. The amount of times she had done it was entirely too much, and it was probably the most annoying thing he has to constantly deal with. God, he has to deal with her. Y/N could only imagine how unbearable that was.

“When we were at your friend's house, I met a girl named Emma and she insinuated that she had some sort of thing going on with you, but you’re not the dating type, and you see, I didn’t know that. And maybe I’m just so stupid—”

“Stop calling yourself stupid, Y/N. I hate that.” Harry interrupted her, then encouraged her to go on, wiping at one of the tears running down her cheeks.

“I just thought that maybe there was something more between us, because you were so nice to me, and maybe I just expected too much from you. I just thought that you liked me and would want more with me other than just getting off, but if that’s what this is then it’s fine.”

“My little crybaby,” He reached over and wiped another tear, finding its way down her cheek. The amount that had spilled from her tear ducts was trailing their way down her cheeks and pooling at her chest, “Don’t you ever worry about Emma. Darling, you have no idea the feelings I have for you. Just being next to you makes my heart want to pump through my ribcage and out of my chest. I like you, a lot, Y/N. I like you too much, you might just break my heart. I wish you just told me, baby, you didn’t have to feel like this. I’m so sorry.”

“No!” She interjected, slapping his apologetic words from the air, because it wasn’t his fault at all. “You don’t have to apologize, I have to apologize. I should have just talked to you, I’m so childish.”

“You’re not childish, Sweetheart. Let’s just agree on no more miscommunication. If you have a problem, come to me. I can help you fix it, that’s what I’m here for. That’s what boyfriends do, right?”

“Boyfriend?” She cocked an eyebrow, not able to keep her smile to herself.

“I think it's about time for labels, don’t you?” He asked.

“Absolutely.”

_____

It took little to no time before they were out of Harry’s car, and had found their way to his bedroom. Y/N was lying on his bed as Harry helped her shimmy out of her clothes. Their sexual chemistry was too much, and if too much time passed before either of them got a release, they were both bound to explode. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He didn’t want her to push herself too far, but the thought of what she said to him in his office the other day was enough for him to succumb to her. Harry wanted her to know she was valued, and he would always make time for her. She didn’t have to beg him for his cock when he was so willing to give it to her.

“I’m not sure I’ll be any good,” she replied, self consciousness overpowering her desire.

“I’ll teach you baby, I’m good at that,” he reassured her.

In a few seconds, they were in the perfect position. Y/N was on her knees in front of him, and he was standing upright, his hands lacing through her hair to control the movements. A shudder raked down his spine when he realized in a few short moments, her mouth was going to encompass him and he was going to feel her sweet tongue lick up and down him. She was simply beautiful, peering up at him with a wide, sultry gaze.

“Can I start?” She asked, her fingers delicately touching over him. 

Just enough for his voice to have a slight quiver in his response, but he didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed by the way he was coming undone beneath her touch even if it was just a simple graze of her fingers over his cock. She deserved to know how she made him feel; he felt so good around her, he felt like this was heaven on earth. As if instinct was taking over, he looped his fingers around himself and rubbed the tip against her lips, and like the good girl she was she parted her mouth for him, letting him inside, “Yes, baby. So good.”

Harry always noted that she worked off of praise. The more praise she got, the better she did. In an effort to not make her feel uncomfortable, he tried not to bring it up, but sometimes he wondered if she lacked the praise most people were fulfilled with at a young age. Did that reflect in their sex life, who knows? But he was always willing to give it to her.

Her mouth was warm as she bobbed her head back and forth, taking the length of him in her mouth. It was sinful, honestly, the way her eyes looked so innocent as she peered up from him while she was on her knees. This is not something he ever expected to happen between them, but the sexual tension was entirely too much the first time he touched her skin. It was like they were feeding off one another, constantly craving each other’s souls.

“Feels so good, baby,” he encouraged, using the hand that was wrapped in her hair to guide her up and down his shaft. When she let out a moan around his cock, he nearly came from the vibration, but he wanted to hold out. He wanted to come inside of her, he wanted to finally go all the way with her.

In a swift motion, she popped off of him. Shyness written all over her face, and he already knew what she was about to say was going to be the death of him. He tugged on his cock, continuing to get himself off as she mustered the courage to speak the words she wanted to say. In an effort to get her more comfortable, he mumbled small encouragements as she tried to tell him what she wanted. What she needed.

“‘Want you to fuck my face, make me gag for it,” She mumbled out, barely able to look him in the eye as she said so. Harry rolled his head back, tugging himself once more as he murmured out a curse word.

“Fuck,” he spoke lowly, the word dripping from his mouth like honey, “So filthy. Dig your fingernails in me if it’s too much, baby, don’t want to overwhelm you.”

How could he not give her what she wanted? He led himself back into her mouth, wrapping his fingers through her hair once more and began doing what she wanted. Tears formed in her eyes as she gagged around him, and he kept asking if she was okay but she would only nod in response. Eventually, he decided that he couldn’t keep making her take him so deep no matter how much she wanted it. He wanted to give her a break, and when he pulled her off of him, she began whining for him to continue, “Please, Dr. Styles. Need it. I need it.”

Once more, a shudder raked through him at her begging for it. She was so perfect for him, so beautiful, “Mmm, good little puppies don’t whine.”

“I just want to keep going please, won’t you let me?” She knew how to work him, god, she was always so polite.

“I’m not good at receiving, baby. It’s my turn to make you feel good.” He explained, and she grumbled something about how they should work on that because she wanted to make him feel good too. His response was agreeable, but he was more focused on making her feel good, safe, and comfortable as he picked her up from her knees and gently laid her across the bed.

“Are you positive this is what you want to do?” He asked, needing to hear the words slip from her mouth in a verbal confirmation.

“Please don’t make me say it,” she replied, looking anywhere but his face, “Yes, I want it.”

Harry could never deny her what she wanted. It felt like a dream, at least, he had dreamt of this on multiple occasions. Waking up, rock hard at the thought of slipping inside her and her walls adjusting around him. He could barely handle the feeling as he slipped inside her with a warning, trying to relax her body against the bed.

The noise that came from her was something she was embarrassed of, as she tried to hide her face in her hands. He peeled her hands away and told her he wanted to see her face, needed to see her face as she adjusted around him. Her walls were constricting around him, the feeling was almost too sensual, too overstimulating.

“You can move,” she told him, letting him know that she was comfortable.

Gently, he rocked in and out of her. The noises she was making was pure carnal desire, her eyes fluttering open and then closed as he moved, hitting that good spot of hers with each stroke. When she brought her fingers in between her teeth to stifle the moans, he pulled them away, deciding he was going to have none of that. 

“Baby, I’m working hard for these moans, don’t keep them from me.” And he had asked her so nicely, she always wanted to please him, to give him what he wanted.

They moved together, Harry kept a smooth rhythm in and out of her, and the noises she was making for him was something he was trying to imprint on his brain so that he could replay them later when he was thinking of her. She squeezed around him once, indicating that she was almost there. The second time she did it, he nearly spasmed then and there, releasing into her. And the third time she did it, he moved his finger to her clit and began stimulating her so that she was feeling it inside and outside.

“Harry,” she whined, tripping over her words, “Almost there.”

“Let go, baby.”

So she did, writhing around him, letting herself go and experiencing one of the best orgasms she had ever had. It didn’t take Harry much longer to follow behind her, pulling himself out and coming onto her exposed stomach. With a few pants, he flopped beside her, promising to clean her up and run her a nice, warm bath.

“I don’t just like you, Y/N,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she expressed, her eyes fluttering shut.

For a while, they just laid there together, telling each other how much they loved one another.

____

Two years had passed since Y/N first laid eyes on Harry, and her heart still fluttered every single time she looked at him. By the way his eyes swept over the contour of her cheeks or the outline of her silhouette, she didn’t doubt his heart fluttered over her as well. 

In fact, Y/N didn’t doubt much about Harry anymore, and when she did… It was always over the simplest of things. Would he like vegan chicken parmesan for dinner or is he in the mood for sushi? She never doubted where his head was at, or that special little place he held for her in his heart. 

“Darling, are you in here?” Harry called from the living room. 

Harry and Y/N moved into their first house together at their one year mark. Harry was still teaching in his old position, but working less as a professor and more in his own practice. The professor job was just a little extra income for them to take the holidays they wanted to go on, and because, well, he loved teaching. Y/N was getting ready to graduate in a few weeks, where she would go on to do… Soul searching as Harry says. One night, while they were getting drunk off of an aged bottle of wine Harry had gotten while at a conference in Italy, Y/N expressed how badly she wished she took a gap year before she started her first year at Uni. Harry, being the smartest person she’s ever met, told her that she could always take a gap year before she began working her “grown up job” as she calls it.

“I’m in the office!” She called out, letting him know which room he could locate her in, as she really could have been anywhere.

Light footsteps pattered up the stairs, and she could have sworn she heard something clunking with each step he took. When he appeared in the doorway, a suitcase with the tags still connected to the handle in tow, she looked at him quizzically, a small smile dancing on the edges of her mouth.

“What’s that?” She asked, her eyes scanning over the way his hand looped between the handle and how his thumb brushed the tag lightly. Harry, with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen, the kind of evergreen that was filled with youth and longing, twinkled at her.

She often described his eyes as charming, with a twinkle the stars were jealous of. How could a star, a glowing ball of hot gas with only the purpose of lighting up the night sky, not be jealous of the way his eyes could light up a room? Y/N could probably write a sonnet about his eyes— warm, welcoming, beautiful— a sonnet so beautiful, Shakespeare would have wished he wrote it.

God, he was so beautiful.

“A couple weeks ago we were talking about traveling. I just thought with your graduation tomorrow, we could probably use the luggage since we’ll be traveling this summer,” He shrugged his shoulders, ever the most thoughtful person she’d met.

Well, Niall came in as a close second (who by the way, recently got engaged to Mallory over a candlelit dinner. Y/N and Harry were  in a disguise at the restaurant, recording in the corner to catch their engagement on film per Niall’s request).

“These are lovely, Harry,” Y/N stood from the pink swivel chair at her desk in the office, its shape was one to resemble a shell you would find on a sandy beach.

Suitcases with a map printed over the top, made of what she assumed was vegan leather because there is no way Harry would buy something made of real leather. It had a vintage touch to it, and Y/N noted that Harry’s style was that of vintage. He liked things that looked old, but in good condition. Timeless and classic was his style with a bit of modernity here and there.

“I saw them in the store and couldn’t pass them up. Go on and open it, each suitcase is crammed with a smaller one inside. I want you to see just how tiny these get,” Harry encouraged, dropping the suitcase at her feet and slowly letting go of his grip on the handle.

Brass metal buckles held the suitcase closed, a built in combination lock to refrain people from trying to open what was not theirs. Y/N’s fingers slowly grazed the lock before he muttered something about how the combination wasn’t set up yet, but he would do that before their first tip. With careful precision, like she was touching something fragile (she was if it was a gift from Harry, she always treated the things he got her with the utmost respect because she cherished him so deeply), her fingers hooked around the buckle and unlatched the top from the bottom, pulling the suitcase up.

In the suitcase, was another suitcase a few inches smaller in size. And in that smaller suitcase, was another suitcase a few inches smaller in size. And in that even smaller suitcase, was another suitcase even smaller in size. And finally, when she pulled open the fourth suitcase to reveal a fifth, she was sure that there was no possible way they could get smaller than that. A small giggle formed in her chest, as she peered up at him with glossy eyes, and for a moment, he thought that maybe he had done something wrong.

“Darling,” Harry crouched down on his knees so that he was level with her, his hands encasing her own hands as he kissed her brow gently, “What’s wrong?”

And if the watergates weren’t already open to let the tears flood from her tear ducts, those two words, spoken with so much care, were enough to release the dam.

“Nothing,” she hiccuped, her voice uneven, “This is just so lovely and you are always so good to me.”

He pulled her into his chest tightly, her cheek squished against where his chest slightly peaked out from his shirt as he pressed kisses to her cheeks, then the top of her eyelids, then all over her forehead, and finally her lips. “I’m just so proud of you. Won’t you open the last suitcase, see what is inside?”

Glossy eyes peered up at him, the color of her eyes even more pigmented with the redness encompassing her irises. “Surely there isn’t another suitcase, how could they make another bag so small?”

Harry let out a deep chuckle and shook his head as he released her from his strong grip, “No, sweetheart, but there is something else.”

With much curiosity, her fingers wrapped around the brass latch once more and clicked the lock open. Inside the smallest of suitcases was a piece of paper, folded and tucked into one of the pockets. As her fingers slowly inserted the pocket and pulled the paper out, she looked over at him to gauge his reaction. His face was unreadable, with underlying hints of anticipation, and as she unfolded the paper to reveal two tickets, her jaw dropped just a smidge.

“Tickets to Italy?” Y/N’s voice was just above a quiet whisper. How often did someone get a graduation gift in the form of a vacation to Italy?

“The night you told me you wanted to travel, we were drinking a bottle of wine. Your favorite wine, directly from Italy. What better way to celebrate your graduation than to go have a glass of that wine in Italy?” He asked her, now sitting in a criss-cross applesauce style on the floor, waiting for her response. 

It wasn’t unusual for Harry to get a little nervous around Y/N. She meant the world to him, and he only wanted to make her as happy as she made him. He thought this would be a gift she would love, but every time he got her a gift, he would always get a little nervous after she opened it, just in case she didn’t like it. He never wanted her to feel disappointed, not since the day she had broken down crying, telling him how disappointed she was in herself for getting attached to him. Little did she know, he had been intertwining his soul with hers from the first time she looked at him— like a switch flipped inside his brain and his heart the first time his skin had touched hers, telling him that she was his person.

“Harry,” Y/N stammered out, trying to show her appreciation for him, “I don’t even have the words to thank you.”

“Words aren’t necessary,” Harry reasoned, the light green in his eyes darkening with each word.

So, Y/N didn’t say anything. She swung her leg over his lap, straddling him with a gentle rock of her hips and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her tongue sliding over his with gratitude.

______

The airport was jam-packed. Pink and purple graduation leis were the only telling sign that there was a nearby university graduation as groups of families and friends circled the airport, trying to find their gate. Many people that Y/N recognized from her classes were here with their friends, standing at gates to tropical destinations. Her hand was linked with Harry’s as they found their way to their own gate, taking them to possibly the most beautiful place in the world. At first, Y/N was slightly self conscious. It’s not like she ever took a class with Harry where she was given a letter grade, but she was wondering if people would look at the two of them, nuzzled together and think her degree was simply because she was chatting up one of the professors. When a few of her classmates gave her discrete smiles with a wave, her anxious feeling about people thinking she didn’t deserve her degree dissipated into thin air, into oblivion.

Oblivion, that was a good word to describe the state she was in. It felt all too dream-like for her to be experiencing this with Harry, like she was unconscious and fabricating their relationship, how happy they were together, and this trip in her own head.

Taxis had been swarming the graduation site, so it wasn’t hard for Harry and Y/N to shove their suitcases in the trunk of one. Y/N’s chatter filled the atmosphere of the car the entire ride to the airport, telling him how excited she was to see the sea, taste the food, drink the wine, eat some pasta. Harry simply listened, nodding in agreement as they navigated the airport, pointing them in the right direction (Y/N was too excited to try to make sense of the layout of the airport herself). In fact, her excitement was that of a child who was just told they were going to Disneyland, but it made sense as Harry had only given her a one day notice.

“Dr. Styles, are you listening?” She asked as they boarded the plane and found their private seats in first class. 

Harry couldn’t help it, maybe he was filthy for it. And even though she wasn’t his TA anymore, or even a student at the college he sometimes worked at, the title she had for him made his cock twitch in his linen pants as he thought of all the times she dropped to her knees under his desk and took care of him before his next class started.

“Yes, love,” The ache in his groin grew stronger by the minute as the plane took off, “I’m listening.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked, unbuckling her seatbelt when the light on the sign went off. 

Y/N had never flown first class before, but she was convinced this was a different type of first class. She had never seen, not even in pictures, planes with their own little privacy cubicles where they could spread out and were free of prying eyes staring at them. 

“Dr. Styles?” She asked again, the tone of her voice going up an octave as her eyes lingered over the curve of his jaw.

In a swift motion, his hands were fondling himself through his pants. Y/N hadn’t noticed the bulge that was growing, and when her eyes went wide and her cheeks heated, he couldn’t help but ache even more. She was his shy girl, no matter how filthy she liked it in bed, her cheeks would heat, her eyes would go wide, and she would struggle to tell him when she was feeling needy. As soon as her eyes widened, he brought his fingers to her cheeks to feel the flush raging through.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t know,” she whispered quietly, even though there was no one around to hear the shame in her voice.

“Have you ever been in the mile high club?” His question was casual, rolling off his tongue like it was something you asked anyone. As if it was part of a casual conversation you’d have with the stranger sitting next to you at the bar.

Y/N shook her head, the heat in her cheeks growing hotter with each turn of her head. Saliva coated her mouth when she looked at him, overproducing just a little when she glanced down and took in the shape of him through his cream-colored linen pants. If she licked over his pants, she was sure she’d be able to see the pink flush of the head. “No, I haven’t. Have you?”

“Yes,” he replied, a twinge of jealousy flowing through her gut as the urge to claim him as hers filled her head, “And you’re about to join.”

Quietly and with calculated precision, Harry lifted Y/N out of her seat, so she was straddling him. Her center directly pressed to his, the cotton dress she was wearing for comfortability on the plane was coming in handy as her center, only cloaked by the fabric of her underwear pressed against his groin. 

The first time they ever had sex, Y/N had to get used to the size of him. She had to get accustomed to the stretch and feel of him inside of her before he could make any movements, quick or slow. Sometimes, he would press on her tummy as he slipped inside her saying, “Can feel myself right here, love,” sending her over the edge before they even began.

Harry was a little too cocky for his own good, but at least he had the ability to recognize it. The way she pleaded for him, her body’s response to him nearly made his head explode. And every time they fit together, every time they reach that peak at the same time, he really thinks there is no one else that could work for either of them. They are two parts of the same puzzle, constantly intertwining, interlocking, and moving together as one soul.

Y/N threw her head back as his fingers snaked between where the two of them connected, lifting himself off the chair and pulling his pants down just enough for his cock to spring upward. And the sound of her slow, steady breaths told him that she was ready for him without any warming up. Without hesitation, he slipped his fingers to where the fabric of her underwear covered her, his fingers already slicked with her wet anticipation and pulled her underwear to the side.

Agonizingly slow, he led his cock into his center. Her legs were burning as she propped herself up then sunk down on top of him, small moans collecting in his throat and tumbling off of his lips. The softest noise, the most beautiful noise she’s ever heard him make. Bliss, everything about this was pure and utter bliss. 

“Come on, baby,” Harry said, sinking his face into her neck. Before she had the option to register what he was doing, his teeth were sinking into a sensitive spot on her neck, his tongue lulling around the area as he nipped and pulled. This was something they had never done before, she had never felt his teeth grazing over the soft areas of her neck, and (not to her surprise at all, she liked everything Harry did) she was writhing beneath the mark of his teeth against her skin.

“You like that?” He pulled away with one more nibble, his tongue tracing over the small pinkish bruise he left on her.

It was hard for her to speak as she moved up and down his cock, hitting that special spot which was bound to send her over the edge any minute. Instead of using her voice, using her words to tell him how much she liked it, she nodded in confirmation. Although, that wasn’t good enough for him as he dug his fingers into her sides, stopping her up and down motion as she got off on his cock. A whine ripped through her, pure neediness leaking from her bones and dripping from her lips.

“Wanna hear you say it, love,” Harry’s fingers gripped her tighter as she fought against him, trying with all her might to move against him in that beautiful rhythm once more.

“Yes,” she breathed out, finding her voice to satiate his desire to hear how she has to whine out her words, sweat beading on her forehead as she throws it back in pure desire.

And as the words tumbled from her lips, she could have sworn she felt his cock twitch inside of her, ripping a moan even louder from the deep pits of her stomach. Warm heat shot through her, coiling in her belly, which was always a telling sign to her that she was close, about to go over the edge, “Can’t hold it, Harry.”

“I’m just your plaything, right, Darling?” He whispered into her ear, his fingers still digging into her sides, but this time, he was thrusting up into her. The tip of him exploring places he had never felt inside of her before, and if she didn’t have a voice when she was getting herself off on him before, she sure as hell couldn’t find her voice now as her better judgment clouded her thoughts, and her body which now felt delicate and soft fell against him. Ecstasy coursed through her, sending her into that sweet spot she always reached when she was with Harry. 

If there was one thing about Harry, he knew his girl. He knew how his filthy words send her over the edge, so when he felt the walls of her clench around his cock begging to milk him of everything he had, he sealed her climax with, “Look at you, Darling, getting off on my cock like the good girl you are.”

And that was it. Together, they reached their pinnacle of pleasure. Heavy breaths pulled from both of their chests, sweat streaming between them, and with a lazy smile, she rested her head against his chest and fell asleep with his cock still inside her and leaking from his seed.

_____

Harry and Y/N had been in Italy for two days, with twelve more days to go. In those two days, they had gotten on a boat and sailed down a stream in Venice, which Harry told Y/N was called a gondola ride. They had gone snorkeling in the Venetian Lagoon, spotting fish and sea creatures Y/N only thought existed in fictional movies. Every meal was divine, and Y/N thinks she could live off of bread and pasta for the rest of her life. 

There were no words to describe how she felt; she was in love with Harry, in love with her life, in love with Italy, and in love with the world around her. Sometimes she would look at Harry, and he’d look back at her with pure adoration, she wondered how she ever doubted his feelings for her in the first place. She’d think about sucking him off in his office, or him taking her across his desk during his free time at school, and when she squeaked out the question, “Even though I won’t be on campus all the time, will you still take me on your desk,” he breathed out a ragged breath with a curse word in tow and took her right then and there.

Disbelief was the word she was looking for. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was, how much she had longed for someone like Harry to love. It felt unreal, and when she would get stuck in the headspace that she was undeserving and it wasn’t fair she was showered with so much love and care, he would tell her that she was enough. And Y/N believed him. The two of them together; they were enough.

“Are you almost ready, sweetheart?” Harry said from across the room. He had a pair of black slacks on, a silk top unbuttoned to show his tattooed chest just the way she liked it. Recently, Harry had been on a kick for layering necklaces, so gold chains swung around his neck, pendants resting in between his two swallow tattoos. 

“Yes,” Y/N replied. She was already in her dress and small heels (she opted for a more comfortable lift, considering they had been doing so much walking through the city). All she had to do was slip an earring through her ear, and then she was ready to go to a fancy dinner Harry told her he had booked months in advance due to the high demand of the restaurant. “I’m ready now.”

“Perfect,” in a couple strides, he was standing next to her, linking his arm in hers. As they walked out of the hotel lobby, a couple people smiled at them and waved, and Y/N decided that she loved Italy so much, she wouldn’t mind it if Harry wanted to move her. She would follow him wherever. 

The cobblestone sidewalk was slightly uneven, making Y/N grateful that she wore a smaller block heel to avoid tripping. That was definitely something she would do, trip, fall, and bust her knee open on a sharp rock, and when she looked over at Harry as the image of herself falling played in her head, she knew they were always on the same radio frequency.

“It’s a good thing you wore the smaller heels,” Harry guessed her thoughts as her eyes surveyed the cobblestone once more. “The sidewalk is a little jagged.”

“I was just thinking that,” Y/N said, tightening her grip around his as she peered up at him with warm eyes and a smile that could have made him melt on the spot.

It didn’t take too long before they were standing outside of the restaurant, and a waiter was leading them to their table. As always, being the gentleman that he is, Harry pulled out her chair for her, and she couldn’t help but zone out as the waiter and Harry conversed.

String lights hung over their table and all throughout the restaurant. Art so beautiful, she had never seen before, hung on the walls. A waterfall that she wasn’t even sure how they kept functioning indoors, flowed through the center of the room, creating sounds of streams and splashing to enhance the atmosphere, and before Y/N knew it, a bottle of wine was sitting in between her and Harry, and Harry was filling her glass.

As she looked at the label, she recognized exactly what wine it was. It was the wine. The wine they drank the night she told him of her aspirations, the wine they drank as she told him how badly she wanted to view the world with him alongside her. That same night, he decided he was going to book them a trip to Italy after her graduation so they could share a glass in celebration of her.

Or so she thought.

“I have to be honest,” Harry began, setting the wine bottle back on the table after filling up her glass the appropriate amount. “Your graduation isn’t the only thing I’d like to celebrate.”

Her gaze met his, confusion snaking its way through her as she thought of all the other things he could possibly be celebrating right now. There was no other big life event that happened to either of them in the past six months, it wasn’t their anniversary (which she for a second maybe thought it was, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach when she thought she forgot, but as she said the date in her head, she realized he was about six months off).

Graduation, dating anniversary, birthday, what could it possibly be? She pondered everything she could think of, but his birthday was a few months ago and they celebrated that accordingly.

“What else do you want to celebrate?” Y/N asked, noting the nervous look on his face. 

Harry typically wasn’t one to get nervous, but when he did, it was easy for Y/N to pick up on. His eyes would dart around the room, taking in all of his surroundings. He would clear his throat a few times, and fidget with his fingers. All three of those things were her checklist to gauge whether or not he was nervous or uncomfortable. So, Y/N began performing her checklist, figuring out how nervous he was depending on how many of the signs he was showing.

His eyes were darting around the room, but this time they had a dark flicker to him, like he was drinking in the moment. The way his eyes caressed her face, and lingered on her features made her think he was trying to film the moment with his eyes, engraving it and etching the moment into his brain.

He was clearing his throat as he spoke. One word, followed by a clearing of his throat.

His hands were shoved in his pockets. Even though this wasn’t a sign, he regularly stuck his thumb in his pocket with his hand poking out, she could see the way his fingers were moving in his pocket. Almost as if he was fondling something.

“I want to celebrate our love for each other,” He cleared his throat, and now instead of looking around the room, his focus remained on her and just her. “I think from the first time I ever met you, I knew you were made for me and I was made for you. I want to celebrate our love for each other, because I want to marry you, Y/N.”

Before she could form any words, he was pulling a box out of his pocket, a ring settled in the cushion of the box and dropping to his knee. She tried to say yes, to yell it out, but she was too clouded with emotion that she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. As she stood, and nodded her head, her hands covering shock on her face, he stood with her and brought her into a hug.

The kiss they shared was intimate, slow, like they were the only two people in the restaurant and as he slipped the ring onto her finger, she murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Harry threw a thumbs up in the direction that led to the corner of the restaurant, and when she followed his gaze, she saw Niall and Mallory sitting in the corner. In a disguise, filming their special engagement. 

It was truly a full circle moment.

Y/N couldn’t have been happier.

And neither could Harry.

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Harry was furious. His sweet, young, innocent Y/N. Not only had her hand wrapped around another man. No another guy. What she needed was a man. She needed Harry, is what he told himself.

That he would fuck her so hard that her type would only be brunettes, would only be him.

Not to mention Tinder? So what if she needed a quick fuck from a local, she fucked this random fella, she could have spoken to him and fucked him instead surely? Did that mean she was the dominant one? His brain was fuzzy with thoughts.

Harry didn’t stay too long after that, he was tired a little cold and turning grumpy. With Y/N's presence gone, he headed back to his hotel room. Where his hand was back to thinking about Y/N. And what a dirty older man he felt, he was technically her boss! He could pull anyone he wanted. But her sweet smile which he had thought was innocent all this time, maybe wasn’t as innocent as he thought.

He pumped his hand faster, scenarios of you running through his mind. Guilt washed over him and he came pathetically fast onto his tummy. Cleaning himself up before drifting off to sleep.

It wasn’t until gone noon the next morning that Harry had run into you again. He could tell it was you just from the back of his. Cycling shorts that were hidden under a love-on-tour merch hoodie. His merch hoodie, with his name on it. His branding.

The intrusive thought ran into his brain of how he wanted to throw on on your bed, bunch the hoodie up and take a picture of your pretty tits in it.

Although that thought didn’t last long.With the catering room being fairly quiet. Harry crept up behind you.

“Feelin’ alright after last night lovie?”

It was then Y/N turned to look at him. Dark circles under her puffy eyes, completely bared face. She pouted and groaned in return leaning her forehead onto Harry.

He simply let out a deep chuckle wrapping his hands around her.

“I’m never drinking again H.” His laugh continued

“Well take it from someone who’s been in the game for years you’ll get to learn your limits.”

“Shut up Dad.” Oh, how he wished she called him daddy. Dad for fucks sake, is that all she saw him as? What Harry didn’t know. Was shortly after her return from the bathroom, like Harry had done himself. She too headed back, and as soon as she could shoved her hands down her pants circling over her puffy clit thinking of H.

He’s your boss, you’re just some young assistant gaining experience. That didn’t stop you from catching little glimpses of him as he was getting changed in the evenings and ready for shows. Or how his brows furrowed and mouth opened as he’d nap in the green room on the sofa.

Harry wasn’t stupid he knew what he was doing catching her eye in the mirror, pretending to be asleep letting out little moans to catch her attention.

That’s all he wanted really, he was such a whore for your attention. He hated when other people would swoop in and steal you away from him, but he couldn’t blame them you were brilliant at what you did and everyone wanted you.

“ ‘Ave yeh managed to get something down you this mornin’ “ Harry smirked. Y/N was thankful for still hiding her face because she was smiling ear to ear at the innuendo. She simply just shook her head.

“Let’s get some sort of breakie in you then. Before the fitting later”

Even if there wasn’t a show tonight, there was still work and planning to be done to ensure Harry was happy with the outfits for the next couple of shows. To save any last-minute running around like chickens making alterations.

After the numerous trouser rips that had happened on tour. Lamber has asked you to extend the seam allowance so they weren’t as tight around Harry’s - well his region.

Jeff was in the room running through the schedule, with help from Harry Lambert who was breaking down each of the already planned outfits for the date. Whilst you were crouching in front of a very shirtless Harry, pinning his vinyl/leather effect trousers, due to the fabric it was a little bit of a difficulty so you weren’t able to do the task as quickly as you were hoping.

Harry wasn’t complaining what a site. His sweet girl crouching down in front of him, big round not-so innocent eyes looking up at him every now and then. How he wanted to fuck her face right there. She was painfully close to his aching cock, and it didn’t help his fern tattoos were just peaking out of the trousers, she had never really had a thing for tattoos but they were Harry’s, and she fell in love with them.

Y/N was having a hard time concentrating as well.

She was almost done, Harry was doing so well. Humming acknowledgements to Jeff and Lambert. That was until Y/N shifted muttering a “cramp” and moved onto her knees directly kneeling in front of Harry. She then proceeded to grab a hairband off her wrist with her teeth and tied her hair up all whilst keeping eye contact with a soft smug. His cock twitched in his pants, fuck she looked hot.

Harry began to harden slightly. He just couldn’t help it, it was all too much. Y/N noticed of course looking up at Harry. His pupils were dilated and his breathing deepened. The other two in the room were completely oblivious. Y/N didn’t know where to look really, she was flustered and speechless. She’d practically finished but with her boss's cock hard at eyesight, bound tight under his boxers and tight trousers. It was clear to see Harry was big.

“Need to Wee, back in a mo’ ” Harry politely said in hopes to remove himself from the situation. Turning around to grab the white robe to slip around himself as the tight trousers Y/N was working on pooled to the floor.

“I think we’re almost done anyway, alright Y/N lovie you look a little flushed?”

Harry stood facing the door getting ready to walk quickly to the bathroom. But slowed down his pace eager to hear Y/N's response. His lovie.

“Yeah, I think I’m just still a little hungover, feeling a bit sick really.”

He left the room before he heard the rest of the convocation. And made his way to the bathroom.

His tip was already leaking the time he pulled it out, the angry tip was throbbing. Spitting into his hand he rubbed one out in the cubical. How he wished she followed him in. She’d be bent over the sink being relentlessly pounded into. His large hand muffled her moans. Please walk in, please walk in. It was like a mantra in his head he needed her. He knew he had to be quick. Spirting into his hand he thought of cumming onto her face or her tits. Just anywhere or anything of hers.

Splashing some water on his face in an attempt to hide the ‘I’ve just nutted in the room next door thinking of Lambert's assistant”

“Oh, are we done? Is Y/N gone?”

“Yes, we’re all done for the day she wasn’t feeling too hot so I told her to head back.”

He wanted to follow her and knock on her door like a lost puppy. Maybe she left because he had made her uncomfortable.

That was the last thing he wanted. Sure it got him off thinking he was some dirty older man and she was a younger innocent girl. But not in a creepy way.

He decided just to get changed into running gear and head off running. Not forgetting to grab a cap and sunglasses just in case he was recognised.

He was hoping by the time he’d come back from his run, had a shower, and gotten dinner that he would of at least received a text from you. Some weird fact or joke, a snarky remark of earlier events. Or a styling idea for a show.

6:54 nothing

7:26 nothing

He was checking his phone relentlessly, not paying attention to the rom-com he’d put on in the background. Had he fucked up so much, to the point she could be drafting handing her notice in?

10:43 nothing

Groaning he pulled himself out of bed, grabbed a hoodie and slipped on some shoes. H decided to make his way to her hotel room, which for ‘professional’ reasons he’d asked Lambert which floor and number she was staying in. Not thinking twice he gave it to Harry.

Stepping out of the elevator door, and anxiously walking around the corridor he eventually made his way to your room.

He debated shooting you a text letting you know he was outside. But he thought it would just be best to knock. Harry didn’t think you’d be asleep but he would have hated to wake you. So he decided to raise his ear against the door. In hopes of hearing the tv, your voice on the phone or something.

What he wasn’t expecting to hear was a moan through the door. A moan that wasn’t yours, it was most definitely a male moan. He pulled his ear away to see if it could have possibly been any other hotel room. But he heard nothing from either one of those doors. He moved back to yours and returned to his previous position.

“Fucking dirty slut for daddy aren’t you.”

Harry couldn’t believe it, the voice was muffled but he could most definitely hear the words. He would have thought he would have been turned on discovering some of Y/N's kinks.

But pure jealousy filled him. It should be him in her room making her squirt all over his face, she should be daddy’s slut for him. Before he has clocked what he was doing he’d knocked on the door. The male voice and pounding noises came to a pause. He could hear her feet shuffling to the door. Harry ran his hand through his hair and smoothed out his hoodie.

Y/N's small frame peaked through the crack in the door she’d opened. Harry glanced at her outfit, a simple black pair of panties and a white fitted tank top, with no bra. Her nipple piercing, which he had no clue about the outline was on full display. Her hair didn’t look particularly messy as if she was being pounded into but she did have a blushed red running over her cheeks.

“Oh hi H, is everything alright?”

“Urm yeah, are you busy can we talk.. alone?”

“Course errr yeah come in”

She turned around opening the door fully and inviting him in. Turns out, it was a black lace thong she was wearing.

There was no tv on, her room looked neat. Could the stranger be hiding in the bathroom? Curiously Harry asked. “Is it alright if I use your loo angel ?” She nodded and sat crossed-legged on the bed waiting for him. There was no one hiding behind the door, or behind the shower curtain. As he was washing his hands that’s when it hit him.

Was Y/N getting herself off to porn? There was no other reason that made sense. Drying his hands he stepped back into the room, with Y/N fiddling with her hands in her lap.

The silence between the two felt comfortable, it always did.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to ya know. It wasn’t my intention.”

“Y/N don’t be silly I’m the one who should be apologising. I just didn’t mean to get hard. It was my fault, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable or like I was some creep eyeing you up. Sorry if I interrupted your evening too I just didn’t want to leave it and make things uneasy for you.”

“You don’t make me feel like that H, and it’s okay stop apologising. I was just scrolling through my phone aimlessly really.”

It wasn’t aimlessly. It was trying to find the perfect video. One that looked like how she imagined Harry’s cock to be. The one she practically had right by her face hours ago. She’d successfully edged herself hours, Y/N just couldn’t find the perfect video to finish.

“And I don’t know, Twas kinda hot.”

Y/N had caught Harry off guard. It was the response he was hoping for but not the one he was expecting at all.

“It was?”

“Yeah, it was fun knowing I was the one who caused it right?”

“Yeah, lovie course you were. Tried to contain me but dunno just look so pretty then you moved onto your knees and well you know the rest. Felt awful, came back into the room and you were gone, thought I scared you off.”

Y/N bit her lip and shook her head. She was used to Harry calling her love, and the whole team did. H always called her pretty too but it was in a different context this time.

“Far from to be honest. I got a bit worked up and Lambert clocked but he just thought I was still hungover so he gave me the rest of the day off, so I sorted myself out.”

Did she just say sorted herself out? Was she touching herself all of those hours Harry wondered? God if he had known that hours ago he never would have put on that rom-com. He would have stormed into the room so much sooner. Practically dived his face into her pussy. He wondered how sweet she tasted. It didn’t help as she was talking that she was still sitting cross-legged her panties still on show. The black lace peeked out her skin skinning underneath. The air conditioning in the room caused her nipples to harden through her tank.

Stay respectful Styles, you’ve come here to apologise for getting a hard-on. But he was getting another. Luckily he was wearing joggers with pockets so he stuck his hands into his pockets to help hide the obvious boner.

It was perfect timing that Y/N let out a subtle yawn.

“I can see you’re getting tired poppet I’ll leave you to it. I’ll see yeh around tomorrow yeah ?”

Nodding Y/N uncrossed her legs and got off the bed making her way over to Harry. Reaching her arms out on her tippy toes for a hug.

Harry of course welcomed the hug. As her hands wrapped around his neck her tank top moved up her tummy so it was no longer on her tips. Naturally, it was where Harry’s hands happened to be. She gasped slightly at the touch of his cool rings against her warm skin. Harry never let go of gigs until the other person did, and at this moment he was thankful for this.

They’d hugged many times, she’d helped him dress before shows. But he could feel the bud of her nipple pressing against his hoodie, which wasn’t helping the massive hard-on he was now having a difficulty in hiding now that he had moved his hands around her.

“Nighty Haz. Sweet dreams.”

Oh he was most definitely going to have sweet dreams tonight

“Good night pet sleep well yeh.”

And with that, he let himself out. Once he had shut her hotel door he looked down at his sweatpants and saw a small wet patch. He knew his cock would be leaking into his boxers . But this was most definitely from you brushing up against him inviting him in for a hug.

You got into your car and started the engine, blasting the heat up. Gosh, it was cold. You’d gotten used to that Californian weather and forgotten just how brutal February was back home. While you waited for the car to warm up, thanking your lucky stars that you had been the one to drive the two of you to the airport when you’d left, you fished out your phone, your fingers hovering over the screen hesitantly. Eventually you typed in <<landed safely. i know you’ve got more important matters on your mind right now… but please call me when you can, i’m worried. and i miss you.>>

You hadn’t heard from Harry in almost 2 days. He drove home using the rental and it was unspokenly agreed upon that you’d get back on the flight you’d already booked for Friday. You had to travel next to an empty seat, no one to hold your hand while you were freaking out during take off or landing, but that was the least of your concerns right then.

You finally drove off when he didn’t reply and before you knew it, you realised you were driving home. You could’ve just gone to your actual home, and driven for 2 hours into the next town, but something made you drive to your parents’.

You were totally in the dark about everything. All you knew was that Emily had gotten in some sort of trouble that required the help of a lawyer, at least that much you’d heard Harry say over the phone to his daughter that Wednesday night. And then he told you that he’d better not get his hands on Derek- meaning your brother had some involvement. But that was the extent of it, you knew nothing else, and it was driving you crazy.

You’d refrained from asking Harry anything about it, and when he announced he’d be driving home that night using the rental because he couldn’t find any flights that would get him there sooner than the 11 hour drive, you didn’t question it, you didn’t try and fight it or tag along.

You just got out of the way.

But then, you stayed up all night worried about him driving home alone for such a long stretch, and when he didn’t even let you know whether he’d made it safely you couldn’t help but feel hurt- not to mention you were worried out of your mind. Surely he’d had to stop for gas at some point. And surely he’d stopped to sleep for at least a 2 hour power nap, right?

Right?

And then Thursday rolled out with no word from him, and you had to refrain from texting or calling so many times. You were worried, but he needed space to deal with whatever was happening. And you felt guilty; your brother was involved, and knowing Derek, it was probably really bad. You felt like hiding under a rock out of pure shame, solely for being his sister. You couldn’t help but feel indirectly responsible for whatever he had done.

You killed the engine as you parked in your parents’ driveway and reluctantly dragged your body out of the car, leaving your luggage in the trunk in case you’d need to make a run for it. You never knew what would be awaiting you when it came to your family and you weren’t planning on hanging around, you’d probably be gone come morning.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” your mother chimed sticking her head out of the kitchen. Not quite the warm welcome you’d hoped for, but then again, you remembered they were probably resentful for the way you’d “skipped” Christmas.

“Hey, mom” you hugged your torso in lieu of hugging her. Your family didn’t do hugs. “What’s up?”

She sighed dramatically and you braced yourself as she was wiping dishes dry and putting them away into the cupboard “A whole lot of trouble, that’s what’s up. Remember that girl Derek brought home for Thanksgiving?”

“...Yeah?”

“Oh right, didn’t you drive her home that night? And ended up sleeping over after they stalled you? Brian!” she shouted after your father

“Stalled me? They asked me to stay for dinner. It was Thanksgiving, they were being hospitable” you deadpanned but your father made his way to the kitchen sooner than you’d finished your sentence

“Well, well, well” he gave you a once over “Remembered you had a family, did you? Not even a card for Christmas- your mother cried, the house empty for the holidays, Y/N Y/MN”

“Derek didn’t come either… and you didn’t even tell me he wasn’t going to come, and--”

“She knows her father” your mother interrupted “She met him when she drove the girl home”

“That’s right!” your father’s eyes widened “You’ve met the prick, then”

You furrowed your brows “...What? Emily’s father? Why is he a prick?”

“Your brother’s in trouble with these people” your mother grimaced “We were nothing but welcoming to her, how could we not… she seemed so sweet. But as they always say… never judge a book by its cover. Turns out she was dealing drugs” your mother near whispers, averting her eyes and your jaw effectively drops

“She what?!”

“She’s a junkie and bad news, that’s what she is! Little bitch had us all fooled with that coy show she put on! She and your brother were driving home Wednesday when police pulled them over and she got busted, they found pot on her and quite a bit of it too!”

“Imagine your brother’s shock! Imagine our shock!”

Nothing matched your own shock, of course. This was absolutely insane.

“What?! Wait, wait. Driving home? With whom?”

“Your brother got a car, and he’s still getting used to it of course, went a little above the speed limit, he pulled over thinking he was going to get his first ticket and ended up watching his girlfriend being taken into custody”

You just stared at them, dumbstruck. What could you even say to that? Not to mention, Derek got a car? … Just like that, huh?

“And now her father is trying to pin it all on Derek!” your mom’s voice cracked towards the end, and she left the kitchen, visibly distraught. You looked at your father who was opening the fridge and picking up a beer bottle, pointing it at you

“Go comfort your mother, she’s been through enough these days. Make yourself useful for a change”

Instead of letting it sting like it usually did, you snapped out of your own thoughts enough to ask “Where’s Derek?”

“He’s out with friends, trying to get his mind off of how that bitch is trying to double cross him”

Of course.

You made your way to your own room, where you plopped on your bed and just stared at the ceiling for God knows how long.

What the fuck was even happening?

You needed to talk to your brother, you couldn’t sit by and let Emily take the fall for it alone. He had to come clean, it was only fair. You’d suspected he was into some shady stuff ever since you found out he’d lied about that money he borrowed from you (and never returned, of course). But if Emily got busted, then clearly they were in over their heads with this. Poor girl surely was dragged into this by your no good idiot brother, ever the bad influence, and you could only imagine how upset Harry must’ve been over this.

You first noticed the ceiling lightning up as you sat in your now dark room, then heard the ringtone. You hadn’t even realised it’d gotten this late. You squinted your eyes looking at the caller ID “Harry?”

“Did you make it home safely? Waited for two hours so I wouldn’t call you while you’re driving” his voice sounded so strange, almost as if it wasn’t even his. He sounded so distant and tired… you wanted to scream.

“No, I mean. I’m at my parents’. I… I needed to try and make some sense of what happened, and you weren’t talking to me and… Harry. I’m so sorry”

He sighed audibly and there was a long pause before he cleared his throat “I’m sorry if I worried you. My mind’s all over the place. I miss you too, baby. So much. I hate that our trip had to end like that and I hate that I had to leave like that, and I’ve just been… trying to solve this round the clock ever since I’ve bailed Emily out, I guess”

Your heart fluttered at his words and for the first time in two days you felt like you could breathe again. Maybe he wasn’t terribly upset with you for being part of this god awful family, after all “Don’t worry about all that… it’s fine, I get it. I knew you needed your space. I was just… extremely worried. Didn’t even know if you’d made it home alright. But I’m so happy to hear your voice, you have no idea. Harry… I think it’s really brave of Emily to take all the blame for it, but I’ll talk to Derek. She shouldn’t be the one to take the fall, he’s responsible too. Hell, he’s the one who probably talked her into this, knowing him. He shouldn’t walk away from this unscathed, it’s not fair”

There was a long pause before Harry cleared his throat “What do you mean?”

“I’ll talk to him, have him go in and give a statement that he was in on it too. That’ll lower the severity of it, right? What did she get, community service? That should humble him. And they’ll split the fine”

“Y/N” Harry interrupted you incredulously “I don’t know what you think happened here, but Emily was obviously framed”

You stammered after repeating his words in your head a couple times making sure you’d heard him right “Framed?”

“He obviously freaked out when they got pulled over and planted the drugs on her, in her hoodie’s pocket. Thankfully only a little bit over what is usually overlooked as just possession. They couldn’t really prove that it was going to be distributed and seeing as she’s only 18 they went easy on her and I could bail her out. And she spent a whole night in custody for it, which is something she never should’ve gone through and I’ll never forgive myself for not making it home sooner. Her mother didn’t have that kind of money and there was no way to wire it to her as late as it was. She’s not paying any fine and she’s sure as hell not doing any community service for something she’s entirely innocent of!” he’d gotten so worked up by the end, that he was downright shouting by the time he finished

You could hear him try and regulate his breathing trying to calm himself down and you found yourself asking before you could even process it completely “Did she tell you that’s what happened?”

“Of course that’s what happened!” he snapped

“But did she tell you as much? Harry... my brother is a piece of shit and god knows I’ve tried to keep the extent of it to myself but… he wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t just blame it all on her like that--”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Y/N?!”

“Answer the question, did she tell you Derek did it and that she had no involvement in it?!”

“Of course not, because she’s a fucking saint and she thinks she loves him and wants to protect the bloody idiot! She doesn’t realise this is going on her permanent record and she’s just throwing so much away for someone who doesn’t even deserve to look her way!”

“Harry! Slow down! Take a step back and try and be realistic about this. They’re a bunch of kids, right? Kids make mistakes. Yours as much as any other, I can assure you she’s no saint as much as you want to believe that--”

“Y/N, stop right there. Just stop. I’ll not have you throwing around accusations about Emily like that. You don’t know her. But you know your brother. And I know your brother. And I’ve known things about him that you don’t for a while now!”

“What-- what things?!”

You could hear him pacing the room he was in and could even imagine him running his hand through his dishevelled hair “When Emily called me on New Year’s to go pick her up after he just left her at those cabins, I knew your brother was up to no good. I could just fucking feel it. But I didn’t wanna jump to any conclusions, right? I gave him a fair chance. I hired a PI”

Your mouth fell agape and now you were the one pacing frantically “You what?!”

“Good thing I did, too. Not only was I right about him but it’s actually so much worse than I’d suspected. Honestly I was expecting to find out he was cheating on her. Only to find out he was dealing. And the pot they found on Emily? That’s child’s play compared to what he’s been involved with. Don’t even wanna think about where we’d be now had he planted cocaine on her, or worse”

“Jesus fuck, Harry” you nearly whispered “Why didn’t you say anything, then?! Why did you let it go this far?! You’ve been sitting on this for how long, now?!”

After a long pause he finally replied “I’ve had Emily promise me she’d break up with him. I didn’t tell her why, didn’t wanna break her heart. Let me be the bad guy, I’d have rathered her be upset with me than find out the guy she’d fallen for was this stranger she didn’t even know. And she did… she promised… and I believed her” he trailed off seemingly talking to himself more than you and you just stared incredulously into space waiting for him to go on explaining himself but he never did

“Harry! You knew my brother was involved with this shit and you never told me! And now you’re, what? Threatening to use all this dirt you got on him if he doesn’t take the blame!? When were you even going to tell me all of this?!”

“... I can only imagine what you’d thought about me hiring an investigator on a hunch. I want you out of that house and as far away from all of them as possible, Y/N. This should’ve never affected you”

“Yet it is! Look at me now, Harry! I can’t believe you never told me! He’s… God fucking damnit, he’s my brother! I would’ve done something… maybe would’ve prevented all of this from happening”

“Do you really believe that?”

“I…” you felt tears roll down your face and then your voice finally cracked “I don’t know. But at least I could’ve tried. At least…”

“Baby--”

“Don’t baby me! Don’t, Harry! This is on you, too! You could’ve said something sooner and maybe this whole mess could’ve been avoided! I can’t believe you knew this about my own brother and decided to just keep it to yourself like that. I can’t believe you’d do such a thing! He’s a kid! He’s throwing his life away getting involved in stuff like this, I could’ve done something!”

“Nothing is going to happen, alright? This can all just be a wakeup call for him. He just needs to come clean, and I’ll never use any of it against him!”

“...Is that a threat?” you asked incredulously

“Of course it’s a threat! My lawyer tried reasoning with your father and he won’t listen, he’s adamant your brother is innocent, kept throwing around slur words about Emily which, let me tell you, I will not stand for! My lawyer will reach out again this evening, this is his final chance to get his act together. Derek needs to go give a statement tonight or I’m taking him to court. And that’s final”

Before you could even make sense of what you were doing you found yourself hanging up. You just couldn’t take any more. It was just too much to process.

But if you knew one thing about Harry it was that he was a man of his word, and he wasn’t just throwing idle threats around. He was absolutely going to take Derek to trial if he didn’t fix this while he still could.

All he would be looking at now was a fine and community service. But if Harry took him to court with the evidence that he had on him, he’d end up serving a serious sentence.

You made your way out of your room, and could hear your brother’s voice right away. Good, so he was home. You had to talk some sense into him, and fast.

“Fucking cunt... I knew I should’ve never gotten involved with her. To think that she’s trying to pin this all on me, dad”

“That’s women for you, son. Let this be a lesson to you” your father chuckled to himself, taking a swig of his beer and you watched it all from afar, the way they just sat there in denial like that.

“Hey, you didn’t say you were coming home” Derek caught you staring. His voice was slurred and you could tell he’d been drinking with his friends more than the usual amount

“Yeah, your sister decided to make a guest appearance”

“Hey, Derek? Can I have a word?”

He stared at you and cackled “I’m not getting off this couch, so you better speak up”

You crossed your arms over your chest “Fine. Uhm. Did that lawyer call?”

He focused his hazy gaze on you “What are you now, psychic? Yeah. He did. Fucker…”

“What did he say?”

“What did he say, dad?”

You turned towards your father expectantly “Doesn’t matter what he said. Dunno why he thinks his bluff is gonna work with us. We’re not splitting the fine with that little bitch, much less pay it ourselves so he can shove his threats up his ass”

“Bluff? Can you just… what did he say?” you asked again impatiently

“He says he’s not at liberty to divulge matters that will constitute as evidence in court against Derek but that they have proof that the girl is innocent and that he can assure me it will not fair out well for my son if he doesn’t change his statement before the day is over”

You stared at the both of them as they looked at eachother and feigned concern before clicking their beer bottles together amusedly “What makes you think he’s bluffing? Huh?” before you could make sense of what you were doing you were snatching your brother’s bottle out of his hand “Derek, for fuck’s sake! Did you ever consider that maybe this guy really does have some dirt on you? How can you just sit there when you know you’re guilty?”

“Excuse you?” the humour died in his throat as he sat up abruptly, losing his balance for a split second and then snatching his beer back “What exactly are you accusing me of, Y/N?”

“You know you’re not innocent, far from it. Are you really willing to risk your freedom to prove a point? Grow the fuck up! Just admit you planted that pot on her and move on!”

Your father stepped in “What’s this, now? Whose side are you on? That’s no way to talk to your brother!”

From your peripheral vision you could see your mom lurking in the hallway watching this play out with concern

“I’m on his side, and you would be too if you would stop for a second and see how serious this really is and how badly it could escalate! Just get your fucking pride out of the way for once--”

And there it was. It hadn’t happened in a while, but he slapped you right across the face with enough force to turn your head to the side, and straight towards your mom’s line of vision. Of course she just sat there, though, like she always did. Never stepping up to come to your aid. You never really blamed her, knowing she would most of the time be on the receiving end of his wrath just as badly. Hell, she probably blamed you in turn for the beatings she took throughout the years- after he’d warm up on you, he’d turn to her.

But you managed to summon what little dignity you had left and pushing your hair out of your face, you inhaled shakily trying to hold back your tears while looking your father dead in the eyes, your voice small yet steady “You know what? Fuck it. Fuck this family. I don’t care anymore” then turning towards your brother you added “Go to jail for all I care. I know you’re dealing, and not just pot, and it’s just a matter of time until the police figures it out too and you’ll wish you’d listened to me for once”

Derek’s brows furrowed and he visibly stammered to say something while your father turned his full attention to him, and you extricated yourself from the living room, walking right past your mother in the hallway and out the front door while your father began questioning your brother for once in his life.

You were never stepping foot into that house again.

Struggling to see through your tears that were running down your cheeks without you even registering you were crying, you sat in your car staring into space for god knows how long before you finally drove off and although you knew it was probably really dumb to try and drive home in your condition, you wanted to get as far away from there as possible.

Even on autopilot though, you noticed Harry’s lights were on when you drove by his house and even though you fought the urge for several blocks, you found yourself fumbling with your phone, eventually calling him.

“Y/N…” he sighed in relief “Listen… Let’s not fight, alright? I’m sorry I raised my voice at you earlier--”

“Do you… do you think you could step out for a minute? I’m sorry--” you stammered, trying to calm down “I’m not trying to pry you away, I just need to see you, even if it’s just for a minute. Please…”

“Baby, what’s happening? Where are you? Are you driving?!”

“Yeah… I was heading back home, but I drove by your place on the way and I just couldn’t help myself. Please, Harry, I know Emily’s there and I don’t wanna make this difficult for you, I just need to see you a minute, that’s all, then I’ll be back on my way home” your voice cracked towards the end

“Turn around. Emily’s not even here, she’s with her mum-- Y/N, turn around, baby. C’mon. Eyes on the road, ok?” his voice was calm yet serious and you knew he was worried as much as he tried to hide it

“Just for a minute, okay?”

“C’mon baby, I’ll be waiting right outside. Eyes on the road for me, alright?”

You tried your best to turn the car around safely, double checking just because he asked, and you were pulling into his driveway in no time. Just finally seeing him felt like such a huge relief, you couldn’t even believe he was really there.

He opened the door to the car before you could even kill the engine and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly “What happened?” his voice was stern but his body was soft, and warm and reassuring

“Nothing…”

“Y/N” he pulled away a bit searching your eyes but obviously your face must’ve told a different story, his eyes widening and his hand gently caressing your still sore cheek “Was this him? Or your father?” he asked in a low voice and you closed your eyes tightly, a fresh set of tears breaking free from in between your lashes

“I just wanted to reason with them… make them see how serious this really was…”

Harry hushed you and pulled you back into his arms, cradling your head and holding you tight, letting you cry into the nook of his shoulder “You’ll never have to see them again. This I promise you. Ok? Never. I’ll never let them look at you much less lay a hand on you. Never again”

You clung onto his shoulder blades crying in earnest now. This wasn’t just about this one slap, it felt like you were crying for everything your father had ever done to you “I’m sorry, Harry. This is the last thing you need right now…” you mumbled into his neck “I’m sorry. For my brother, for what he did. For ever even thinking Emily could do something like that… I didn’t know how serious it was. I’m sorry”

“Hush now. You’ve got nothing to feel sorry for. Let’s get you inside, hm?” he kissed the top of your head “C’mon, sweetheart”

You heard the tires screech before your brother’s voice and the passenger door slam “Un-fucking-real! You dumb fucking bitch!” he almost sounded amused and it took you a moment to realise what was happening as you were pulling yourself out of Harry’s arms and looking back to see your father’s car pulled over, and your brother walking towards the two of you while your parents were staring at you and Harry in shock from inside.

“Really thought you got me into trouble huh? Well, you’re never getting out of this one, Y/N! Tough luck ‘cause dad is gonna have a field day with this new revelation” Derek laughed approaching the two of you “And what about you, not so tough now, huh, old man? Caught you right in the act, your dirty little secret is out!” he got really close, right up in Harry’s face

“Go inside” Harry glanced at you

“What?-- No!” you whisper-yelled as though Derek wasn’t right there, up close and personal

“She’s not going anywhere” your brother chuckled, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Harry “She’s coming home, where she belongs, and where we’re heading. See, we were driving to the station. Sounded like a good idea to give a statement after all, but now I’m thinking that won’t be necessary anymore- unless you ever want your sweet little Emily to find our her dad is fucking someone her own age”

“Get your fucking hands off her, right this instant” Harry took a step closer, their chests nearly touching and his voice low and more menacing than you’d ever heard it “I’m not gonna tell you again”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” your brother tilted his chin upwards looking down on Harry and you just couldn’t believe what was happening. But when you saw your father get out of the car you forcefully pulled yourself out of Derek’s hold and scurried behind Harry

“Get inside, Y’N” Harry reiterated, gritting his teeth

Derek then pushed Harry, hard. And he almost didn’t even budge, so he pushed again, harder, almost knocking you out had you not stepped to the side when he lost his footing this time “C’mon, old man. Fight for your little fucktoy. If she’s even worth it. What, thought you were all high and mighty, threatening to take me to trial. At least fight for your daughter, then. Would’ve thought you’d like a swing at me after all I’ve put her through. Broke her little heart” he leaned in closer, right in Harry’s face, whispering amusedly “... and her little pussy”

You shrieked at that. Expecting Harry to finally cave in and absolutely tear Derek limb for limb, yet he was still standing his ground, although visibly tense- you could sense the tension roll off him in waves “Derek, stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Your brother grimaced in disdain “What do you even see in this loser, he won’t even stand up for his own daughter- all talk, no game. Is that how he is in the sack too?” he laughed “That’s sad even for you, Y/N”

But before you could even say anything, your father finally reached you and grabbed your arm, pulling you away from Harry’s side “Enough! Y/N, I’ll not have you turn us into the laughing stock of this town! Have some god damn decency!”

“Decency?!” Harry snapped, turning fully towards your father, towering over him and disregarding your brother completely “Decency?! Look at her! Look at what you did to her! Look at your son! Look at what he’s yelling to my face” he gritted his teeth “But he’s just a kid and doesn’t know any better especially with a shit father like you for a role model, and unlike you I’m not in the business of beating children. So where do you get the nerve to talk about decency?!”

“How fucking dare you-- who the hell do you think you are, anyway?! Mind your own god damn business. Maybe if you disciplined your daughter she wouldn’t be in this situation. A girl’s gotta know her place. And clearly this one forgot what that was, huh?” he turned his attention to you, and when you looked away from him he grabbed your chin, turning your face to look at him forcefully “Whoring out with a man fit to be your father, gonna beat some sense right back into you when you get home, just you wait--”

The force of the impact nearly pulled you in as well, as your father didn’t let go of your face completely by the time he took the fall. Harry knocked him straight out on his back before he even got to finish that sentence. In the distance, you could hear your mother scream from inside the car, and you half expected your brother to do something but all you could hear was Harry’s laboured breathing as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to compose himself, visibly holding back from doing more.

There was no need to, though, as you all watched your father lay unconscious splayed on the pavement, and when you heard a frightful “Dad?” you glanced at your brother, but realised he hadn’t been the one to utter the word, as he was still visibly in shock over what had just happened.

Looking past him though, your eyes widened watching a very distraught looking Emily take this whole scene in, with who you recognized to be her mother to her side. Looking back at Harry, your heart sank reading on his face a myriad of emotions run through him upon hearing his daughter witness all of that.

...How long had she been standing there?

A/N: been building up to this moment ever since i started writing this. damn. feels surreal that we're finally here! I TOLD Y'ALL YOU WEREN'T READY 💀 also it's freakin 4:30am once again fmllllll

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