trish

part six

Two weeks later, Harry’s face is still bruised. And that infuriated (Y/N) to a degree that she never thought possible. 

He’s acting like it’s no big deal. He still goes to work and doesn’t bother trying to hide it. He says it makes him look “tough” and she just can’t get behind that. (Y/N) refuses to talk to Felix. It’s not like he’s tried to reach out either, but if he did, she really doesn’t have anything to say to him right now. 

Laura did send her a message asking if Harry was alright the night of, but she just didn’t have it in her to respond, so she didn’t. And there’s been no word from either of them since. She doesn’t mind it right now, she wants to spend her time with Harry anyway. 

He would go to the bar with a bruised face, but he all out refused to take (Y/N) on their date until it had faded completely. She rolled her eyes at him but understood anyway. They would get their chance eventually. 

(Y/N) was studying when Harry got home from the bar. He leaves early most nights because he just can’t stand to be away from her that long. He didn’t explicitly say that, but she knows that’s the reason because as soon as he walks in the door, he’s right in her arms, complaining about rowdy customers and being tired.

Like she predicted, as soon as he came in the door, he was carefully moving her notes aside so he could sit down beside her on the couch and shove his face in her neck. Her headphones were on, so she didn’t ask him what was doing, she just let him rest there, and went back to her laptop. 

Eventually (three seconds later), he was tugging on the ends of her hair to get her attention. She pulled her headphones off and met his eyes. 

“Yes?” 

“Hi.” 

She couldn’t help smiling at him. He warms her heart in a way that she never thought anyone would ever be able to do. He makes her feel things she never thought she’d ever experience. And that’s why she knows that whatever this is, it’s genuine. 

“Hi. Need something?” 

“Mhm.” 

“What?” 

“Attention.” 

That made her roll her eyes before she put her laptop aside and let him wrap his arms around her shoulders to pull her into his chest. (Y/N) really can’t explain it, but she doesn’t know how she survives anywhere else but here, in his arms. 

In the last two weeks, they’ve grown closer than ever. And it’s not just because Harry is an insatiable little thing, but because all of their feelings are out there now. She told him she liked him. Though he still asks at least three times a day if she meant it when she said it and each time, she gives him a look. Because if he can’t tell by now that she’s head over heels for him, then he must not be paying much attention. But she can definitely tell he’s into her and he’s just so sweet about it. Always doing nice things, saying nice things. Overall, (Y/N) doesn’t think she’s ever met anyone quite like him before. 

“How’s your nose?” 

“Okay. Hurts just a little.” 

“Aw. It does?” 

“Mhm. Might need a kiss or something to make it better. Don’t know really.” He’d been using that excuse ever since Felix punched him. His nose does look much better than it did, the bruising is almost gone completely, but she’ll let him milk this for as long as he wants. It’s cute. 

She lifted her head from his chest to first examine his nose again, like she does every time she sees him. Just to check. She still feels bad for the whole thing and it could have been avoided. But Harry just had to say that they fucked. Even if it was true, it’s none of his business. To keep him from pouting any longer (which he’s already doing because she’s not giving him what he wants immediately), she pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose and then his cheek. 

“Better?” 

“Much better. Date tomorrow then?” 

“Where are we going?” 

“Can’t tell.” He looked smug about keeping it a secret. She’s not sure what he could be planning for them to do, but there’s no use in trying to pry the information out of him. He won’t tell her. 

“Loser,” She reached to shut her laptop and when she turned back to him, he was just blinking at her in what seemed to be disbelief. “Okay. You’re not a loser. Ready for bed?” That made him smile again. 

“Yes, please.”

They went through their nightly routine which very recently became something they did side by side. They’d stand next each other in the bathroom and brush their teeth, he’d watch her apply her skincare, which in turn became something he was interested in doing too. He has his own fleet of serums and creams that he uses every night and sometimes he has to encourage her to do hers when she’s too tired. He’s very convincing when he has to be and while it is annoying at times, she’s grateful for it. 

Once they were tucked into bed and the lights were out, save for the purple fairy lights, Harry had taken to running his hand up and down her arm, just something mindless he does to fall asleep, she’d learned after sharing a bed with him for this long. 

“Can I ask you something?” He spoke up just as she was going to surrender to sleep. Today had been a long day of trying to force herself to study and she really couldn’t wait to sleep. But if Harry wants to ask her something, she can stay awake just a bit longer to see what it is. 

“Mhm.” She turned her head toward him, but kept her eyes shut.

“Have you talked to Felix?” 

“Nope.” 

“Why?” 

She sighed, opening her eyes to see that Harry was watching her closely, probably trying to gauge how she was really feeling about the situation. She already stressed how upset she was with him to Harry several times, mostly when she was holding an ice pack to his nose, but he has to know why she probably wouldn’t want to talk to him at the moment. 

“What do I have to say to him? He needs to apologize to you first and then I’ll consider it,” It’s true and he knows it, but he’s just too understanding to try to be angry at Felix for punching him. “You should be mad at him, he punched you!” She shook his shoulder, trying to elicit some sort of reaction out of him, but there was nothing. He just shrugged. 

“He didn’t know what to do with the information, that’s all,” They’ve already had this conversation and Harry never has anything negative to say. “You should call him.” 

“Harry, sweetheart, get some rest. Seriously.” Right as (Y/N) was going to roll over, he was wrapping an arm around her so she couldn’t go far. 

“Don’t let this ruin anything. He’s still your brother.” 

“He’s the one that ruined it! You didn’t even do anything.” 

“Can you at least see why he might be a little mad?” 

“Not really.” 

He let her turn over and she heard him sigh. She doesn’t want to be stubborn about it, but Harry is just being far too nice for someone who’s had a bruised nose for two weeks. But she also sees where he’s coming from. A little bit. This is the longest she’s gone without speaking to Felix but she’s never really been this mad at him before. Maybe she’ll give it another week and see if anything happens and if not, she can at least let Laura know that she’s still alive. 

“Are you really not going to hold me tonight? What the hell,” He was already wrapping his arm around her and pressing his chest to her back before she could respond or move. “There. Now, get some rest because our date is tomorrow. I hope you like it.” 

“Of course, I will. If it’s with you.” She grabbed his hand resting across her stomach and pressed her lips to the back of it. 

“Being so sweet to me tonight, aren’t you? You must really like me.” 

And (Y/N) could have told him that he was getting too far ahead of himself, but instead, she just hums a yes and falls asleep.  

****

“Bowling?” (Y/N) asked right as Harry put the car in park.

She’d been bowling a handful of times, but she wouldn’t exactly say she’s good at it. Sure, she’s gotten a strike a few odd times, on accident, and that’s really it. Though she’s a bit surprised he picked bowling as one of their first dates, she’s not going to be picky. She just wants to spend time with Harry. 

“You’re terrible at it, aren’t you?” He laughed, pulling the keys from the ignition, and glancing at her. Even though it was on its way to getting dark, his eyes were still so bright as he looked over at her. And she couldn’t help but think that she might be the reason they were practically gleaming. Does he really like her that much? To look at her with something like that in his eyes? It almost makes her swoon, but instead, she swats at his arm. 

“And you’re a pro, I’m sure.” Reaching for the door handle, she rolled her eyes before stepping out of the car and waiting for him to join her. He rushed out, grasping her hand and swinging it back and forth with his while guiding her to the doors. 

“I was in a league.” 

“No way.” 

“I was. In college.” 

“Why?” 

“Was bored. I don’t know.” He shrugged, pulling the door open for her to step inside first, without letting go of her hand. When they stood in the short line at the counter to get shoes, Harry pulled her in front of him so he could rest his chin on her shoulder. 

He paid for everything, not giving her the chance to fight him on it, and before she really knew it, he was handing her a pair of shoes exactly her size and dragging her off to their designated lane. 

It was a little crowded, mostly families and friend groups that all varied in size. But they were a lane away from another set of people so it didn’t feel so stuffy. 

Harry offered to tie her shoes for her and while she was entirely capable of doing it herself, she let him anyway because he seemed like he really wanted to. Once her shoes were tied into pretty bows, she was standing beside him as he keyed their names into the computer. 

“You’re letting me go first? So kind of you.” (Y/N) isn’t very concerned with her performance in the game. Because if Harry was actually in a league, she doesn’t stand a chance. She didn’t think she’d do brilliantly either, but maybe decently. At least. 

“I know. Let’s bet on it.” Turning to her with a smirk already plastered on his face, she knew he was thinking of nothing but trouble. But the idea of a bet and getting a little competitive could be interesting. 

“What were you thinking?” 

“Best of three. If I win, very likely by the way, I get a kiss,” He chuckled when she made a face. “And if I lose, very unlikely by the way, you get a kiss.” 

“That’s no fun. I could just kiss you now and then what?” Since she was close enough, she did exactly that. He blinked at her when she pulled away and then smiled shyly. 

“Good point,” He cleared his throat and thought for a second. “Head.” 

“You’re such a guy. Fine,” Stepping away from him to grab one of the pretty pink bowling balls, she walked onto the wood floor, right in front of their lane. “And if I win…hm. I’ll have to think about it.” 

“How come you get to think about it? I don’t even know what I’m playing for!” 

“You’re playing to get your dick sucked. Now be quiet so I can concentrate.” She ignored his huffing behind her and tried to focus on the pins at the end of the lane. She wanted to aim for the middle, right? That would increase her chances of getting a strike but she’s bowled before and the ball almost never keeps going in a straight line. There must be a trick to it that Harry probably knows, the showoff, but for now she’ll just try her best. 

“Need help?” Harry was right behind her, resting his hand on her hip. 

“I think I know how to roll a ball, Harry.” Without waiting another second, she just tossed it. It hit the floor and veered directly off to the left, into the gutter. He whistled, pinching her side. 

“Gutterball. That sucks. You know what else is going to suck?” He tried to look sympathetic before leaning down to her ear. “You.” 

(Y/N) shoved him away and stomped over to the ball return just as her pink ball was spit out of it. She had another chance to try to knock down pins. She needs some sort of points on the board if she wants a chance at beating him. Having not seen him play yet kind of worries her. He might actually be good and that would be awful. Not because she doesn’t want to suck him off, but because she wants to win. To prove the smug fucker wrong.

Standing in front of the lane again, she tried to line herself up differently, to see if she stood off to the side a little, the ball would curve as it always does, and end up hitting right in the middle, earning her a strike. 

“You know, I might be able to play correctly if you’re not standing right behind me.” She shot him a look over her shoulder and he put his hands up immediately. 

“Oh, sure. Sure. Take your time.” She waited until he was standing by the computer before taking a deep breath and attempting to focus again. This would be a learning experience for sure. Where to stand, how to throw the ball, all of it. She never paid any attention previously because she’s never been this invested in a game before. 

So, she threw the ball down the lane and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting to hear pins falling over. Hopefully. She peeked her eyes open just as the ball was skimming the very far right side of the pins, knocking three over. Progress.

She turned to Harry just as he started a slow clap, making her shove his shoulder as she walked past him to sit in the chair in front of the computer. 

“You’re really insufferable, do you know that?” 

“You really talk a lot, do you know that?” He picked up his ball and sent her a smirk. “We’ll fix that in a little bit.” 

(Y/N) doesn’t think she’s ever seen Harry behave this way and she can’t lie and say it doesn’t excite her just a bit. He’s kind of being a dick. But in a hot way? If that makes sense. If that’s a thing. She doesn’t know but what she does know is that she can’t wait to get her hands on him.

Of course, Harry had the form down perfectly. He tossed the ball down the lane effortlessly with only a flick of his wrist and the pins were just…gone and an x was added to his scorecard. He turned to her with a grin. 

“Lucky shot.” She crossed her arms. 

“If that makes you feel better. You’re up, baby. Make me proud.” 

Another round of her only knocking down five or so pins, while Harry continued to get strikes and spares. She did eventually score a strike on complete accident and while he was still miles ahead of her, it was still an accomplishment. 

They took a break in between games to sit down at a table after ordering drinks and a side of cheese fries. Harry won the first game and while he wasn’t bragging about it yet, she knew that he was a little too happy about it. 

The second game was quick. (Y/N) wasn’t concerned winning, she wouldn’t be even if she was trying. He returned their shoes and grabbed onto her hand before walking her out to the car. He even opened her door for her and shut it once she was inside. 

“Can we get ice cream?” She pouted when he sighed. They do get ice cream way more than they should but (Y/N) has quite the sweet tooth and ice cream is the only way to deal with it. 

“Fine. Delaying the inevitable I see.” 

“Be quiet and drive.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

The drive was quick and once Harry paid again they sat outside on a bench in front of the shop. It was a cool night and she forgot her jacket so she scooted closer to him on the bench and let his arm wrap around her shoulders. 

“What kind did you get?” She noticed he got something he didn’t usually, so she asked. They both got cones, so he held his out to her. 

“Taste,” She did. “Is this a sneak peak of what you’re going to do to me later?” 

“You’re funny.” 

He laughed, pressing a wet kiss to her cheek before going back to his ice cream. They sat in silence for a while. Harry seemed to be thinking about something deeply and she didn’t want to necessarily interrupt him, even if her ice cream cone was long gone. It was nice to sit and just be with him. And she liked how they didn’t have to always be talking for their time together to be enjoyable. 

She got another chill and just as she was going to nudge him and ask if he was ready, he spoke up. 

“Can I tell you something?” 

She paused. That almost never ended well and she’s unsure if she really wants to know. But if he has something to say, she’ll listen, no matter what it is. 

“Yes.” Her nerves are a little high just because she doesn’t know what to expect. Maybe he changed his mind, she couldn’t be mad at him for it, it happens. At least he’s telling her now. On their first date, but at least he’s being quick about it. 

“I don’t want to pressure you at all. So, you don’t have to say anything, just…listen,” He was tense, she could tell and in turn she was too, not knowing what he’s going to say. “I’ve liked you for a long time, you know that though, right?”

“You said since we met, yeah.” (Y/N) doesn’t remember much about the night since Felix was hovering around her the entire time, but she does remember Harry. How sweet he was and how different he was from Felix’s other friends. He asked meaningful questions and actually gave a fuck about the answers. He did tell her this awful joke that she couldn’t even pretend was good but she remembers it all. 

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” His eyes didn’t leave hers once. “Even when we hadn’t seen each other in years, I still always thought about you. I thought about reaching out but I was afraid you wouldn’t remember me or you’d think I was weird, so I didn’t. Plus, I was with Katie, but I was never happy with her. We only stayed together so long because it was what we were used to, but I knew that it was only a matter of time,” 

“I wish I could say it in another way that’s not so intense that it’ll scare you but (Y/N), I can’t leave here without saying it.” His hand gently grabbed hers, intertwining their fingers. Her heart is pounding because she has a really good idea about what he’s going to say. And she doesn’t know what her reaction will be unless she hears him actually say it. 

“Go ahead.” She urged him on, holding his hand just a little tighter. 

“I love you,” 

Her stomach dropped. But not in the way that she just heard the worst news of her life. In the way that she is overwhelmed with so much joy, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. 

“Don’t feel pressured to say anything,” He quickly cut in, seeing her wide-eyed reaction. “I just said it because I wanted you to know. You don’t have to say it back now, but maybe if you think that one day…you could love me too, we could take the next step…maybe?” 

He didn’t even let her say anything, he just kept rambling on. 

“But if you don’t know right this second, that’s okay. You don’t have to say a single word, (Y/N). You can just stare at me and we can go home and pretend I didn’t say anything. No big deal.” He laughed nervously, taking his shaky hand from hers to rub it over his jeans. 

“What do you mean by next step?” She asked instead, just to make him sweat a little bit.

“Huh?” He cleared his throat. “Oh, like…dating. Boyfriend girlfriend type thing. But if that’s too soon and too much, that’s totally cool and I’ll chill out a little bit. I understand how that could be overwhelming and stuff, so I’ll just—” 

The quickest way to shut Harry up is to kiss him, so that’s what she did. He tried to pull back, probably just to tell her that she doesn’t have to say anything again, but she set her hand on the back of his neck to keep him pressed to her. 

“I’m your girlfriend.” She breathed out once she pulled away from him. She couldn’t help smiling as she looked over his flushed face. 

“So, like…does that mean that you…”

“Yes, silly. I love you too.” 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

****

(Y/N)’s Friday nights are now spent at the bar with Harry. She sits on his desk right beside him while he clicks around on his computer and makes sure the numbers are right. It’s not boring in the slightest, even though he tells her if she’s bored, she can go sit out at the bar. She wants to tell him that wherever he is, that’s where she wants to be. Doesn’t matter if it’s boring or not. 

Ever since their first date, (Y/N) can barely leave the house. She doesn’t want to leave him at home while she goes to classes. But she knows that it’s only a matter of time before she’s out of school forever, so she’s trying to keep her head there until she’s finished for good. Harry makes it so hard though. 

“Want to get out of here?” 

It’s only nine thirty and he already wanted to go. She only came to join him about an hour ago and he already looked done for the night. But as soon as he saw her, his arms were wrapped around her and he was squeezing her. 

“Is it alright if you leave? We can stay for a bit longer if you need.” At that, he shot her a look. And then he stood up to start collecting his things. 

“Baby, please. I’m the boss.” 

“Believe me, I know. You’re really cute.” 

“I am?” 

“I think you already know that,” She was able to reach out and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him in front of her. “Kiss.” His hands rested on either side of her cheeks and kissed her. It reminded her that night at the bar when she kissed him for the first time. It was a long time coming. She didn’t know what she did until she’d already done it and it felt so right, there was no space for doubt. 

Things have progressed so much since then. She tells Harry she loves him before she leaves, before she goes to sleep, when she wakes up. She hopes she’s not overdoing it but he never seems to mind and says it right back with no hesitation. 

His office door was knocked on, making the two of them part. Harry squeezed her knee before stepping around her and to the door. Derek stood on the other side with a key in his hand. 

“I did it,” He beamed at his boss before looking past him to see (Y/N). “Oh. Hi, (Y/N).” She waved, saying a hello. Derek was funny and often kept her company when Harry was busy. 

“Okay, thank you for my keys, Derek. Goodbye,” Harry shut the door in his face before he could say anything else and then he turned to her. “Ready?” 

“Why did Derek have your house keys?” (Y/N) has gotten to know the ins and outs of Harry very well, so when he tries to casually answer her question, she knows he’s lying. Or at least telling a story. 

“What? These? He ran to my car for me.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking away from her and back to his desk to start arranging his things. 

“Harry,” She gave him a look. “What’s going on?” 

“What’s going on?” He met her eyes for a second before looking away again. “Nothing, baby. Just ready to go home. Are you?” 

“You’re up to something. What is it?” She hopped down from his desk so she could get a grip on his arm and make him face her. “You’re being secretive and I don’t appreciate it.” 

“I—no. I just…can we go home? This will all make sense if we go home, okay?” He ran his hand over hers to calm her and she sighed. He’s being weird but if he says they should just go home, she trusts him. 

The car ride was quiet, just because she doesn’t know what he’s doing. She could tell he was overly nervous the whole time because he kept glancing at her and looking like he wanted to say something, but he never did. 

She waited impatiently for him to unlock the door with her arms crossed. 

“I don’t like surprises.” She jabbed her finger into his arm. 

“Well, I thought you’d like this one but if you don’t, we don’t have to keep it.” He almost looks a little bummed now. Like his surprise was ruined or something but she doesn’t even know what it is yet, so she kisses his cheek to make him relax. 

“I’m sure I’ll love it but you scared me a little bit. Where is it?” They stepped into the apartment and he took his time in taking off his shoes and putting his things aside. But finally, he led her back to his room but the door was shut which was a little strange because it’s never shut these days and he’s never even in it anymore. 

He grasped the handle and tried to smile at her but he still looked anxious about whatever it was. He pushed the door open and let her in first. 

On Harry’s bed was an open cardboard box and inside, snuggled into a blanket was a cinnamon colored kitten. 

Her hand immediately clamped over her mouth and she punched his shoulder. 

“Ow!” 

“Shh!” She peeked back into the box to see that the kitten hadn’t even stirred one bit after Harry’s outburst. “What did you do?” Already feeling herself tearing up, she reached into the box and gently rubbed her fingers down the kitten’s back. 

“We don’t have to keep it, I just thought that…” He trailed off, wringing his hands. 

“What’s its name?” She sat on his bed and very gently coaxed the kitten awake with soft coos and when it blinked its eyes open, she melted. 

“Bread,” He spoke up, slowly sitting beside her. “He came with that name, we can change it if you don’t like it—”

“I love it so much, Harry. Please, you’re so thoughtful and cute and he’s so tiny! Look at him!” She pouted at him before pinning her gaze back onto Bread who was now stretched out on his back and batting at her hand with his tiny paw. 

“I picked him out earlier after I left for work and Derek had to get him and bring him here when he was all ready to go.” Harry reached out and the kitten was immediately attracted to his hand as he scratched over his stomach. 

(Y/N) half remembers mentioning that they should get a pet of some kind a few weeks ago but she never expected he’d get a cat or that he recalled she said that at all. But it’s such a nice surprise, she could kiss him. So, she does exactly that and then lifts Bread out of the box to hold him to her chest. He started purring when she rubbed her thumb under his chin and it was the cutest thing.

Harry showed her all the toys and other essentials he picked up at some point secretly and then they took Bread to the living room to play. 

He’s just happy that he got a good reaction out of her. He thought she’d be pissed because he didn’t tell her beforehand but as he watched her press kisses to the cat’s head, he hopes that he’ll be able to handle sharing her affection. With a cat. Maybe this wasn’t his best idea. 

He practically has to pry the cat from her hands when he deems it’s bedtime and she pouts for a minute before she sees Bread cuddled in his new bed and then she happily goes back to her room to get ready for bed. 

“She’s my girlfriend. Just so you know.” Harry knows he’s talking to a cat, but as the little thing blinks at him innocently, he can’t help the groan that leaves his mouth. “You sleep out here, okay?” Another blink. 

“Thank you.” 

Just as he settles into bed beside (Y/N) and wraps his arm around her waist, he hears little feet scampering across the floor. 

“Is that the baby?” 

“For fuck’s sake.” Maybe he didn’t think it through. Of course Bread would want to sleep in bed with them. Of course. 

(Y/N) is up out of the bed as soon as Bread is meowing pitifully right beside her. Once he’s in her arms, she looked at Harry with something that said this cat is sleeping in this bed with or without you. So, he sighs and lifts the blankets up for her to slide back in next to him. 

“He was probably so scared out there by himself. He’s just a baby.” Again, she’s kissing the cat on the head like it even deserves that. Harry doesn’t mean to be jealous of a cat but he is. Just a smidge. This will go away as soon as (Y/N) gets used to it.

****

Every morning, Harry wakes up to Bread sleeping on his face. He doesn’t know how he wiggles his way from (Y/N)’s chest to his face but he does everyday without fail. She thinks it’s cute, so she’d never understand that for some reason, he’s feeling second best to this…thing. He can’t even call it properly by its name, it makes him so mad. 

“You don’t have to baby him, you know.” 

“But he’s a baby. Of course I do,”She doesn’t let the thing out of her sight when she’s home and the cat is basically pointing and laughing at Harry whenever he tries to get close to her and she cuddles the cat instead. “Will you hold him while I make breakfast? He likes to be held.” 

“I’d rather die,” He muttered to himself before holding his hands out for the little demon. The cat meows as soon as it’s away from (Y/N), making him roll his eyes. “How’d you make this cat the biggest crybaby in a matter of days?” 

“He loves his mom, duh. He’d like you too if you stopped death glaring him all the time.” 

Harry lightens his stare on the cat when it looks up at him cutely before biting into his arm. Behind (Y/N)’s back, he dropped the cat on the floor and let it run off to circle her feet and rub against her ankles. It wasn’t a hard bite, it just shocked him a little bit. But he expects no less from that spoiled brat. 

“I’m feeling ignored.” He stepped behind her at the stove and grabbed onto her waist. She’s making bacon and pancakes and it smells delicious but he’d rather nuzzle his face into her neck and stay there for a while. 

“I’m sorry. We can make him sleep in his bed tonight if you want.” She turned her head slightly to paste her lips to his for a short second before returning her attention to the pan.  

“I like that. Want to fuck you without that thing trying to bite me.” It was true. Most times when he tried to touch (Y/N), Bread wasn’t feeling it. But tonight would be different. He’s glad they’re on the same page. He hasn’t gotten to touch her since he made the mistake of bringing that cat home. 

He doesn’t entirely regret it, he just thinks Bread has some warming up to do and they need to spend time together. Then things will simmer down. But for now, he’s not in the mood for it. 

“Just say you want to be babied a bit and I can do that. I know Bread is getting a lot of attention but I don’t want you to feel left out.” She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He loves mornings like this where they can stay in their pajamas and laze the day away after breakfast. He contemplates calling out of work tonight just to stay here all day and he thinks he will. They can handle it without him. 

“I need you to baby me. I’m feeling left out.” He pouted his lips at her, slipping his hands under her tee shirt to feel her bare skin. She raised on her toes to kiss his lips and he leaned into it entirely, hoping fucking Bread was watching. Even though he’s a cat and probably has no idea what they’re doing. 

The kiss got a little hot, whatever was in the pan being long forgotten as she pressed her body into his and trailed one of her hands down to the tie in his pajama pants. He’s already stiffening just beyond the fabric and he feels one of her hands cup over his cock, making him moan into her mouth. 

He wants to turn her around and lay her over the counter and fuck her like that. In his tee shirt with his pants around his ankles and hear her cry out his name like it’s the only word she knows. But he’s ripped away from that fantasy as the cat (demon) yet again, sinks its teeth into his toe, making him curse and jump away from (Y/N). 

“Fucking cat. You’re mine after breakfast, hear me?” He pointed at her and she laughed, turning back to the stove. 

“Yes sir.” 

He glares at the cat as he stalks back to the bedroom to wait until she’s finished with breakfast. He’ll take great joy in shutting the door in the cat’s face in mere minutes so he can ravish (Y/N) like he’s been wanting to do for far too long. 

From all the way back in (Y/N)’s bedroom, he hears a faint knock on the door. And then her rushed footsteps back to him. Her expression is alarmed slightly as she holds the cat to her chest. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Felix is here.” 

“Fuck.” 

They both hurry to dress more than they previously were, (Y/N) pulling on a pair of shorts while he tugs a shirt over his head. She passes him the cat as they walk to the front door. 

“Maybe you’ll look less punchable if you hold Bread.” 

“Are you saying I look punchable?” Silence. 

“Well, no…”

Harry decides to open the door to face him. If he did come here to clock him again, at least (Y/N) will pay attention to him more than the cat. He actually hopes Felix is here to punch him. 

On the other side of the door stand Felix and Laura. They all just kind of stare at each other at first before Laura speaks up. 

“Hi, guys. How are you? We just wanted to check in.” 

(Y/N) is staring at her brother and he’s staring right back. She’s trying to tell him to get lost if he’s going to be a jerk again and she thinks she senses a tiny bit of an apologetic look in his expression. 

“What do you want?” 

“We just made breakfast.” 

Harry and (Y/N) say at the same time. He glanced at her, letting her know that it was okay. Felix hadn’t done or said anything that made him think he was going to hit him again, so he thinks they can come in just for a chat. 

She sighed and opened the door further to let them in. Laura launched into a conversation with Harry about the cat in his arms. She’s really good at that and it gives (Y/N) a minute to silently scrutinize her brother. It’s not like him to not say anything. He’s always got something to say. 

“Hi, (Y/N).” 

“Felix.”  

“I know you’re mad at me—” 

“That’s good. If anyone should be mad, it should be Harry. The poor thing had a bruised nose for two whole weeks, you dick!” She slapped his shoulder. Thinking back on it makes her mad because there was no reason to take it that far. 

“I know. I’m sorry for the way I reacted, I was just a little surprised to see you kissing him right on the street,” He made a disgusted face before shaking his head. “Anyway, I’ve done a lot of thinking and…Harry’s a good guy and I trust him more than anyone to look after you.” 

“And?” She pressed. 

“It might take some time but I’ll get used to it. I’ll try to anyway,” His eyes shifted to Harry. “I’m sorry for hitting you. I hope we’re still cool.” She rolled her eyes at his wording and looked to Harry who was holding Bread to his chest and gently petting over his back. 

“(Y/N)’s my girlfriend now—don’t hit me.” He shielded himself with the cat but Felix just nudged his shoulder. 

“That’s…it’ll take time. Please just don’t do anything weird in front of me quite yet. I’m not ready to see anything else from the two of you.” Felix rubbed the bridge of his nose like the thought absolutely nauseated him. 

“I understand why you did it, Felix. No hard feelings.” Harry and Felix fist bumped making (Y/N) huff. Boys are so weird but if they made up and Harry accepts that as an apology, she’s fine with it. 

“But Laura and I have one request.” Felix looked between the two of them with a smile. 

Laura grasped onto his arm and smiled widely before speaking. “(Y/N), I want you to be my maid of honor. And Harry, we hope you’ll be his best man.” 

(Y/N) didn’t know who Laura chose for her maid of honor but she didn’t think it’d be her. She was in shock for a moment before hugging her tightly. 

“Of course, Laura. Thank you so much.” She squeezed her once before pulling away. Everyone looked to Harry. 

“Like hell she’s walking down the aisle with anyone else. I’ll do it, you don’t have to beg.” Laura hugged Harry, trying to be mindful of Bread and then started talking about the color schemes she wanted to use and when they’d be doing dress fittings and what the menu for the day will be. Her and Felix started bickering like usual about the finer details while Harry and (Y/N) went to get the plates ready for them to eat. 

Standing side by side at the stove, (Y/N) met eyes with Harry and whispered her three new favorite words to him, unable to keep a bright smile off her face when he said them right back after placing a kiss to her cheek. 

(Y/N) loves Sydney to death. But she’s so fucking glad she moved out. 

******

Final part nooo :’( I hope you liked this! Sorry it took twelve years, I’m still trying to get my shit together 🙂

“Strawberry?” 

“Yes, please.” 

(Y/N) knew better by now than to try to do anything other than stick out her tongue for him to rest the sliced strawberry on. He wouldn’t let her use her hands or a fork, he had to feed it to her, but she didn’t find herself minding. 

They’re out by the pool and have been most of the morning. Harry woke her up earlier than she would’ve liked for a Saturday morning and insisted they spend some time out in the sun today. 

He told her some devastating news; he’d be out of town in a week, leaving her to fend for herself while he’s busy at a conference in another city. She’d manage but she knew she would miss him a lot too. She couldn’t wait for him to get back and he hadn’t even left yet. 

“You can always go with me, you know.” He offered, but she knows that someone has to manage the club and that both of them can’t really be away at the same time. The club would be fine, realistically, but (Y/N) had been taking her job seriously. She felt like missing a few days wouldn’t be the best thing for the staff and for business. Someone had to be there. He did frown at her when she explained that to him but then he smiled, muttering something about how sweet she is. 

Originally, (Y/N) was in her own lounge chair with a bathing suit that left very little to the imagination on and a book in her hand. Only after Harry slathered her in sunscreen and told her she had thirty minutes before he had to reapply. But eventually, Harry lured her over to the shaded daybed and laid his head on her chest with his eyes shut. 

The breeze was cool enough that she didn’t mind their sticky skin pressing together and his hand would run up and down her waist occasionally and he was feeding her the fruit he cut up before they came out. It was perfect. Paradise, even. There was nothing more she needed than this right here. 

“You think he can see us from here?” He rested a cube of honeydew against her lips. 

“Who?” Her brows furrowed but she hurried to take the fruit into her mouth when he tapped it against her lips. 

“Aaron.” 

She rolled her eyes as she chewed the perfectly ripened honeydew. The mix of fruit he picked was such a great poolside snack. It was hot out and while she had her water bottle filled with ice that he insisted she bring out, the fruit was a very nice touch when they had a light breakfast of yogurt and granola that he had ready for her before they came outside. 

“Why? Do you want him to see us?” 

“Kind of. That bathing suit is going in the bin by the way. It’s like a string,” He shook his head, lifting his sunglasses to meet her eyes. “I like it but I’m sure he does too.” 

“Oh, he does. He’s the one that picked it out.” She laughed when his face scrunched. 

“Your goal in life is to try and get a rise out of me, huh?” 

“It wouldn't be any fun if I didn’t at least try.” Her arms wrapped around his neck when he shifted to lay between her legs instead of beside her. 

“Would you say yes if I asked you to marry me?”

“No. I would immediately shoot you down.” The thought of it made her sick to her stomach. In a very good way, which was unexpected. She wanted to ask him why he would even bring that up now when he’s probably well aware how terrified she is of everything affectionate and relationship-wise. But something about it wasn’t so bad when he was the one suggesting it. 

“Aw. Really? You certainly have all my babies though. Wouldn’t you?” 

“All? Please clarify.” 

“All seventeen of them.” 

“That’s asking a lot, Mister Styles.” 

“Fine. Just ten.”

“Right. That’s much more manageable. Deal.” She kissed his cheek before laying her head back on the day bed. Kids had been off the table for her in the same way that men had been. Until Harry. The idea of it would grow on her surely. It made her feel kind of giddy to think about, how he wanted this to grow into something and last, but she didn’t want to get ahead of herself. That would happen in due time. 

Harry was pulled away for a phone call and when he came back, his demeanor had changed slightly. Less playful but he still smiled at her and laid next to her again. (Y/N) knows that work drains him sometimes and when his weekends get disrupted, he’s never happy about that. 

They went inside for lunch not long after and showered before sinking into the couch and spending a lot of the afternoon there. She wanted to enjoy their time together but knowing he was leaving in just days was weighing on her. She considered going with him again, but she didn’t want him to think she was so needy that she couldn’t be away from him for three days.

“What’s the conference for again?” Her fingers ran through his hair while his tapped against her back. He was focused on the screen in front of him, not noticing that she hadn’t taken her eyes off of him since the show started. 

“It’s an annual thing. Boring. You’d hate it,” He met her eye. “You can still come as my assistant. Dress you in a tight skirt, have you follow me around all day and take notes. I think that’s best for you.” 

“I have a club to run. I would love to but I can’t.” 

“Lucky you,” He sighed, pulling her even closer so they were chest to chest. (Y/N) doesn’t think she’d been out of his reach all day and she’s not complaining. “Celia will be there. I need you to keep her away from me.” 

“You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can handle yourself.” 

“Big? Thanks, honey, I know.” He laughed when she rolled her eyes, turning so she could see the tv and ignore that. She’s very aware he’s big and she tried to not let her mind wander but it was only a matter of time before she got restless laying on top of him. 

“Can I kiss you?” She blurted out, unable to keep her cool. He turned to look at her, already grinning. 

“We’re asking now? You know you can kiss me whenever you want, don’t you?” 

“Do you always talk so much? Just kiss me.” And he did. Not without laughing at her eagerness a bit. He didn’t have much to laugh at for long because she reached down for him, rubbing her hand over the front of his sweatpants. It was almost pathetic but she didn’t know what else to do and she wanted to make her intentions clear. She still couldn’t believe he had to leave. It was such a short time but she knew it would drag out and she would be worse for wear by the time he did get home. She needed him. 

“Please?” She whispered, pulling away so she could meet his eyes. He was leaving in the morning, so early she probably would barely be able to squint her eyes open to see him leave but she intended to anyway, no matter the time. But that didn’t matter. She wanted him before he left and him leaving didn’t hinder that at all. It only made her want him more. 

“Please, what? Hm?” He grinned, not accepting the hints she was trying to throw at him. He wanted her to say it plainly and that was fine, but there was only so much longer she could sit here over top of him, without him touching her in some way. 

“I want you to fuck me. Before you go. Please? I don’t know how I’m going to make it without you, I just want to feel you. Please.” Her hands ran up over his chest and down his shoulders, squeezing, trying to convince him to give into her. He probably wants it just as badly as she does, he’s just a lot better at controlling himself. (Y/N) has learned with Harry that her self-control is fleeting and she’s pretty much ruled by gut feelings. There is nothing logical about it and there doesn’t have to be. She knows he feels the same.

“We didn’t even have dinner yet.” 

“You know, I’ve never met anyone like you. And that’s not a compliment.” She flicked his cheek. 

“Well, I’m going to take it as one,” He winked before shrugging. “Take me. I’m yours, you know that.”

They both worked to pull her shirt over her head and he tossed it aside before helping her maneuver to get her shorts off that were in the way next. 

“Did I tell you how much I love you today yet?” His hands rubbed over her bare thighs as she tried to get situated on his lap again. She was trying desperately to ignore that he’s very obviously hard in his pants and she can feel every inch. 

“Yes. Several times. I know you do,” She feels herself getting breathless again, like if she doesn’t have him soon, she’s going to end up in tears. In order to get things going faster than they are, she pulled her bra off and didn’t pay attention to where it landed when she threw it. “Touch me.” 

Harry didn’t need to be told twice, his hands went straight to her tits and squeezed. And she didn’t exactly mean to do it but she rolled her hips over his. It only made her even more impatient when he was taking his time in kissing down her neck until he made it to her chest. She rested her hand on the back of his head to pull him closer, to urge him to do what she knew he was on his way to, but he was taking his time in dragging his tongue over her skin, like he wanted to taste every part of her. 

(Y/N) had to bite down on her lip to stifle the noise she made when his lips finally wrapped around her nipple to suck. His mouth was warm and the scruff on his face was scratchy against her skin but it felt so good, she only wanted more. 

His mouth was torture. How slow his tongue swirled around should’ve been a crime. He was doing it on purpose. She couldn’t wait until she had her turn to ruin him a little bit. 

She might just be desperate enough to cum from this alone. If he’d let her keep rubbing over his lap, she’s sure she could get off that way, just like last time, especially if he was going to drag it out.

When he pulled away to look at her with dark eyes and spit-slicked lips, she couldn’t resist kissing him again and pulling on his hair, probably a little harder than necessary. 

“You’re soaking my pants.” He pulled away just to say. 

“I am not!” She swatted at his shoulder before busying her hands with pushing his shirt over his head. 

“You are. I can feel you.” His smirk was annoying but she couldn’t focus much on that with how much she was aching for him to be inside of her. It was serious. She’d do or say anything he wanted to get it too. 

“Okay, yes, Harry. I’m wet, are you happy?” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. He tugged at her arms, shooting her an offended look. 

“Don’t block my view. I am happy, is that a crime or something? I just want you to feel good.” 

“Great. I was hoping you would deliver on that.” They nodded at each other. That part was agreed upon already. He was going to make it so she couldn’t remember either one of their names and hopefully, she’d get him to the same point.

“Do you have condoms?” 

“Do I have condoms? No, why would I have condoms? You’re the guy.” 

“I was just asking because I don’t have any. I didn’t want to assume anything by just having them laying around.” 

“I would argue that you’re still assuming something,” He rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe you got me naked and turned on just to tell me you don’t have any condoms.” She shoved at his chest and he just laughed, like something about this was funny. 

“Do you want me to go get some?” 

“No, that takes too long. Can’t you just…I’m on the pill.” If it were anyone else, (Y/N) wouldn’t have suggested it, but she wants him badly enough that she’s willing to take a chance. A huge fucking chance but she doesn’t want him to go anywhere. She felt crazy. So much so that her skin felt hot just thinking about him and she didn’t want to lose that all so he could run off to the store. She’ll take care of it tomorrow. 

“Does it work?” 

“Um, yes, Harry. Of course, it works.” She flicked his cheek again.

“What if it doesn’t?” 

“Father’s Day is coming up.” 

“How am I still hard talking to you?” He leaned his head back on the couch again, exposing his neck, and really leaving her no choice but to drag her lips down the side of it and maybe lightly press her teeth into his shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind, but she did notice his hands tighten their grip on the back of the couch.  

“Come on, please? I won’t tell anyone.” 

“It’s not about telling anyone. You can actually tell everyone. That’d be cool.” 

“I haven’t had sex in over a year, probably longer, so I’m clean.” It was true. She didn’t have much interest in pursuing anything with anyone she didn’t know. She used to, but it’s really just not something she’s wanted to do. But now, she thinks that if he makes her wait, she’ll cry. 

“Me either. I’m clean.” 

“Really? I guess it’s because you like to do things the old-fashioned way, huh?” She tried not to smile when he squinted up at her, a frown on his face. 

“Why do you keep calling me old?” 

“Because I want you to fuck me.” 

“I would try a lot harder than that, (Y/N).” 

“I have been! You fucker! I’ve been dry humping you for the past five minutes!” Her hands covered her face. She wouldn’t be able to take much more. 

“And I guess your greedy pussy still wants more, hm?” 

“I told you it’s not greedy.” She muttered into her hands. 

“It’s not? I think your panties are saying something different.” He was right, unfortunately. They were beginning to feel uncomfortable, it was so bad. 

“Fine. I do have a greedy pussy and the only way to fix it is for you to fuck me.” She dropped her hands. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to tell him just how much she needed him and she really didn’t have a problem with it as long as he does what he says he’s going to. 

“Thank you for admitting what we both already knew. Okay, all yours. Go ahead.” Harry was trying very hard to convince her that he wasn’t just as needy as she was about it, but she knew he was. He was just a lot better at hiding it. 

Without moving too far from him, she slipped her underwear off and grabbed at his next. And she was surprised by what she saw when he was bare and she didn’t have much time to gawk at him because she already had her legs on either side of him again. 

“Should I get a towel? You look like you’re going to make a mess.” 

“Just buy a new couch if I do,” She pushed up on her knees and pouted down at him. “Please, put it in me.” 

“You have no shame, do you?” 

“No. Now, please?” 

“Kiss first,” They smiled at each other and then pressed their mouths together. It was a slow kiss, one that had so much tension behind it, but (Y/N) really liked stopping a second to just kiss him again. When she pulled away, she pressed two more kisses to his cheek and then she felt him press his tip at her entrance. She tried to relax but she had been anticipating this for so long now that she really didn’t know how she was going to behave once he pushed all the way inside. 

“Think it’s going to be a tight fit.” 

“That’s okay, I can handle it.” She set her hands on his shoulders before slowly lowering herself. The stretch was a little more than she expected but with a few quick adjustments of her hips, she was seated in his lap, trying to get used to the size of him. 

“Big, huh?” He smirked. 

“Huge. Are you ready for me to move?” She ground her hips down on him to test the waters and his hands flew to her waist to hold her in place. 

“I’m ready for whatever you want to give me,” It was definitely a change in tone but she couldn’t think much about it as he began helping her move her hips over him again. (Y/N) leaned down to smear their mouths together in a kiss. He moaned into it, moving his hands down to squeeze her ass. “Fucking look at you.” He pulled away to say, trailing his eyes down her body until he reached where they connected. 

He felt so good, the best anyone else had ever felt. It was a lot of work to pull herself back up and he was helping, but it wouldn’t be too long before she got tired and he’d have to take over. And she’d gladly let him.

“We sound good together, don’t we?” How she managed to say that, she doesn’t know, but it was true. Their moans, their bodies, it was definitely making a mess, so he’d probably end up buying a new couch like she suggested. 

She slowed down for a minute so she could feel all of him, every push and pull through her walls, every pulse of his cock inside of her. It was perfect and she couldn’t believe she’d waited so long to get here. 

His arms came around her back, pulling her close until their chests were flush together. She kissed him again, tracing his tongue with hers and trying to keep a nice rhythm of her hips so she could keep pushing him closer to his end. 

“You feel so good, (Y/N). I’m going to cum.” He buried his face into her neck and she couldn’t help grinning. She’s going to cum too, but she wants him to first. Just to feel it. She’s never had anyone cum inside her and she’s happy to know that he’ll be the first. She’s never going to want to stop doing this, he’s in for a long night. 

“Cum. You deserve it.” Especially after everything he’s done for her. He’d gone and changed her life. Maybe that was dramatic, but it was true. In so many different ways. And there really was no way for her to pay him back. If making him feel good is the most she can do, she’ll do it.

“Can I cum inside of you? Please. We can worry about it later, yeah? I need it, I need you.” He mumbled all of that into her neck, pressing wet kisses to the skin and beginning to meet the roll of her hips with his own. She’d planned to let him anyway, but to hear him ask, practically begging, had her insides feeling fluttery. 

“I need it too. Please,” Her eyes screwed shut when his thumb started running in circles over her clit. She really wouldn’t last if he kept up on that. “Please, Harry, oh my—” 

At the same time that she felt her orgasm washing over her, she also felt Harry letting go. He grabbed the back of her neck, pressing their mouths together once again. 

Her entire body felt like it was going limp. Maybe from the orgasm or maybe from being on top for so long, she’s not sure, but she melted right into him, hugging her arms around his shoulders, and barely moving her lips against his. 

“You’re an angel, you know?” He murmured softly, ducking his head down to tuck it away in her neck. His arms pulled her tighter toward him, squeezing her. “And you feel so…” He finished his sentence with a groan, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. 

“I know.” There really were no words. For either of them. (Y/N) didn’t know that she would ever experience this. It always seemed like something only in movies. The connection and the buzz between them. 

“Sleepy now?” 

“No, just wondering how we’re going to get up from here.” Maybe he should’ve gotten the towel because trying to move was going to be difficult. 

Harry took care of the problem by turning until she could lay down with him over top of her, all without pulling out of her. It was probably their best bet at not ruining the couch more than they already had. 

“Hi.” He bumped her nose with his and she chuckled. 

“Hi.” Brushing the hair back from his forehead, she tried not to think too much about how their entire relationship had shifted into uncharted territory. He was her boyfriend now and had been for a short while, but very seldom anymore does (Y/N) let anyone get this close to her. Sex means a lot to her and the fact that it felt so good with him means that she trusts him undoubtedly. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have even wanted him to touch her. 

That scares her a little bit. How much trust she’s placed in him. Harry told her he loved her and it won’t be long now before she’s saying it back. How he managed to do it so quickly, she doesn’t know. The only thing she is sure of is that he has her heart completely. She might not say it yet, but he probably can tell by now anyway. 

“Feel alright?” 

“Feel full.” She hummed. She honestly did. Like he was in till the brim and trying to fit more in. It was nice though and despite their position, not one bit uncomfortable. 

“Good. I’m thinking of keeping you here for a little bit.” He laid his head on her chest and she wrapped her arms around him again.

Maybe she should tell him what she’s thinking. That she can finally return the sentiment. She loves him and it really did feel like a long time coming. Harry has been someone consistent in her life for long enough now. She knows he’s not going anywhere, she doesn’t have to question every one of his motives. He loves her and he takes care of her and has been for quite some time now. She’s not sure how long she’ll be able to go without telling him that. 

“Do you think you’ll be ready to go again soon?” She asked instead, hoping that it will translate as what she was thinking. He’s probably aware, but she thinks saying it will mean much more to him. 

He sighed, tilting his head so he could meet her gaze. 

“Christ, (Y/N),” He shook his head at her. “Give me a few and I’ll give you what you need.” He laid his head back down and she went back to raking her fingers through his hair. 

Like she said, he’s in for a long night. 

****

(Y/N) doesn’t know what time it is and she doesn’t know what time she went to bed last night, but her entire body is sore. She hasn’t done that much physical activity in an embarrassingly long time. And the positions Harry was bending her into didn’t help but fuck it if they didn’t feel good at the time. 

Harry is snoozing away on the couch next to her, his head resting on her hip. She doesn’t remember falling asleep here but it makes sense. They couldn’t get two steps from the couch without fucking again, so they must have stayed there instead of going to his bedroom. 

“Harry,” She tapped his shoulder and he didn’t budge. “Wake up.” 

“Don’t wanna.” 

“You have to. We need a shower or something.” She said, trying to stretch her legs but he was laying right underneath her so she bumped into him. He sat up and groaned, rubbing at his neck. 

“You did a number on me, didn’t you, sweetheart? Haven’t slept on a couch in ages.” 

“That’s funny. Because usually when people say ages they’re exaggerating, but I know you’re not.” He swatted at her thigh before ripping the blanket off of her. 

“Not funny. Go on and shower. I can make something to eat.” 

“Well, sure, but I was hoping you’d come with me. Maybe? But if you insist on making food, be my guest.” She moved to stand, knowing he would be following right after her after that comment. 

“Fuck’s sake. Okay, I’m coming.” 

*****

Harry was leaving today and all (Y/N) could do was watch him pack his things into a suitcase and pout from the bed. 

He was so reassuring about it. Telling her he’d call whenever he got the chance, that he would miss her much more than she would miss him (not possible), and that he would be back as soon as he could. 

“Don’t they have anyone else they can send?” She’d asked this close to ten times, just in this sitting, and he didn’t even get annoyed, he just squeezed at her ankle and gave her a sympathetic look. 

“I wish, but it’s really not anything I can pass off to someone else. You can still come with me.” He looked hopeful this time. Like she’d give in just spontaneously leave with him on a plane to she thinks Nevada? It was all a blur after he told her he was leaving, she can’t really remember. 

“I would but we both know that someone should stay just in case.” It was just what they had to do. It wasn’t ideal, (Y/N) didn’t want to be anywhere where he wasn’t, but that’s almost impossible. 

“That’s okay. It won’t be long,” He zipped his suitcase closed and set it aside, off the bed, before reaching for her ankles to drag her down toward him. “Plus, I’m already thinking about coming back home to you and that already makes it much sweeter.” 

“I’m sure I’ll find some way to buy some time. You think Aaron likes tacos?” That did not amuse him. He shook his head at her and walked to the bathroom, probably to gather more of his things. 

“If I find out that boy was in my house, (Y/N), there will be hell to pay.” 

“But what if I get bored?” 

“Call Ria. Go to the club. Go shopping. I’m leaving you my card,” Walking from the bathroom, he stopped in front of her again. “And I’ll be on my best behavior, missing you so much, and bored out of my mind in meetings.” 

“You better be.” Celia didn’t bother her a bit. Even if she was gorgeous and maybe a little aggressive over Harry for a reason that (Y/N) didn’t really understand. But she trusts him and knows that he would never do anything to lose her trust. 

“I will. Want to watch me do emails until bedtime? I just want you next to me and I have some work to do.” He gave her a pleading look as he tugged at her hand. He’d have her in his lap, watching him write back to various people, using words she’s never even seen before, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to be near him too and if it was only to watch him go back and forth with people he worked with, so be it. 

“Speaking of being bored out of your mind,” She chuckled when he made a face. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

It didn’t take long for them to get situated. Harry put his readers on before switching on his computer and getting lost in his black hole of an inbox. He did a cute thing where he’d say what he was typing out loud, like he was asking for her input and sometimes he did, but she would only agree with him because none of it made sense, but she adored him for it and if he wanted her to sit here and stare at him, she would. Because in a matter of hours now, he will be on a plane to Nevada for three days and right now, the only place she wants to be is next to him. 

****

Tuesday morning came quicker than either of them wanted it to. 

(Y/N) woke up before Harry did. Thirty minutes before his terribly early alarm and frowned at his sleeping face. 

It was just dark enough and her eyes had adjusted to the dimness just so that she was able to make out his features. His face relaxed and his chest rising with each slow breath. She wished he didn’t have to go and she wished this didn’t feel like the end of the world. He was gone for three days and three nights. It was agonizing to think about sleeping in his bed alone. He’d made such a home for her in a short amount of time that she knew it would feel incomplete without him here. 

It scared her. How reliant she was on him for things. How reliant her mood was, just on him being near her. She told herself she’d never give herself to someone like that again and never let anyone have so much influence on her. But it was too late. Harry was different. Everything felt different with him. He never pushed her, he always knew what she wanted before she did. He knew her. In a way that she doesn’t think anyone ever has. And to be known so well scared her. 

She buried her face against the soft skin of his bare shoulder. She didn’t want to think about him going anywhere and how he had a very real capacity to hurt her. In the very core of her, she’s sensitive. Harry could look at her the wrong way, with no intention behind it, and she’d be pushed over the edge. 

While it did frighten her tremendously, it also excited her. Someone cares. Someone does nice things for her for small reasons. To see her smile, to make her day better. Not for selfish reasons. And it blows her mind, truly. How he could want her happy and expect nothing in return. It made her emotional. He loves her. And that’s a hard pill to swallow sometimes. 

Just the other day, she made peace with the fact that he does care and he doesn’t want to hurt her, but her feelings can flip on a dime. Now that today is the day, she’s feeling like it’s all over now that he’s leaving and it’s not. Her anxiety has her thinking about things that she shouldn’t. Things like how much better off he might be without her. What if he’s gone for three days and realizes that he doesn’t miss her at all, not even a little bit. And then he’ll come home and try to gently break the news to her because he knows how fragile she is and he knows that she has nothing else going for her. 

If she allowed herself any grace, she could see why she deserves him. But she doesn’t. She talks down and doubts herself even when Harry is right in front of her telling her how he honestly feels about her. It’s something to work on. 

She can’t help looking at him again. 

“Baby?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” She teased, waiting for him to open his eyes. It wasn’t any lighter in the room but she knew Harry’s face like the back of her hand. 

“Don’t know. What time is it?” He still hadn’t opened his eyes yet. 

“Almost four.” 

“It’s so hard to get up when the bed is so warm,” He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her toward him even tighter. “Set my alarm a little early because I thought I’d have you before I go.” 

“Such wishful thinking, Harry. I’m actually impressed by you.” She was tired, exhausted really, from worrying so much but she wanted him as much as he wanted her and she probably always would. 

“Is that a yes?” 

“Oh, no question about it.” Her hands were already working on pushing her underwear off so she could lay under him and wait for him to take down his briefs.

This time was slow, like he wanted her to feel how much he’d miss her. He kept telling her how much he loved her between kissing her and she so badly wanted to just tell him that she felt the same. But her fear of being rejected, which is ridiculous at this point, stopped her from saying anything more than how good he was making her feel. 

It’s not like if she told him she loved him he’d be shocked and push away from her. He would probably be overjoyed if anything and it would only progress their relationship more. But, she decided to keep quiet about it for now. By the time he gets back from his trip, she knows she’ll be ready to tell him by then. It’ll probably come tumbling out of her mouth at some point before he gets home anyway, it’s only a matter of time. 

He made sure she came first, deeply tucked inside of her, eyes pinned to hers through the dark. And he followed shortly after, kissing her deeply again. 

“I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” 

“I know,” She rubbed her hands over his cheeks. “Don’t go.” 

“(Y/N). I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to, love.” 

“I’m just being clingy. I hope you have a good time.” 

“Won’t be if you’re not there,” He kissed her nose and then shifted over top of her. “How about one more for the road? I’m moving, okay?” She nodded, not entirely sure what he meant until he was kissing his way down her chest until he was between her legs. 

Harry showered after telling her he hated to “dine and dash” but he really had to start getting ready. That earned him a dirty look that only made him chuckle at her. 

(Y/N) reluctantly left the bed and tied a robe on before freshening up in the bathroom. Harry was humming something in the shower but she didn’t feel like interrupting him when he was probably on a tight schedule now that they decided to detour his morning. 

Instead, she found herself in the kitchen, making him a coffee to go. When he leaves, she thinks she’ll try to go back to sleep for a little bit and then go to the club and make use of her free time there. And it might even take her mind off of him being gone and how dreadful it feels for a little bit. She can only hope. 

Freshly showered with his bag in tow, Harry entered the kitchen dressed to the nines for his early flight. It made no sense, but she figured he’d be thrown right into work as soon as he touched down in Nevada with no time to do anything else. 

“Call me when you get the chance?” She said it like a question but she knew he’d probably be on the phone to her as soon as he landed. 

“Every chance I get I will. If you need me, you call too. Alright?” He took the coffee from her and set it aside so he could hug her properly, arms tight around her back and his face tucked away in her neck. “See you Friday night, okay?” 

“Yeah.” She murmured, already wishing it was here. 

“And don’t have too much fun while your old man’s gone, hear me?” He pulled away to smile down at her. 

“Trust me, no fun will be had while you’re not here.”  

“Good girl,” A kiss was placed on her mouth and he stepped away, grabbing his coffee. “Feel free to send me any pictures, nude or otherwise. Any time. I mean it.” She scoffed. 

“Get out of here already.” Waving him on, she walked to the back door to see him out. He grinned as he passed her, kissing her cheek again. She followed him to his car, not quite wanting to be out of his presence yet. He put his bag in the trunk of the car and turned to her again.

It was still dark out, the crickets were still chirping in the early hour and the only light they had was from the outdoor lighting. (Y/N) knew she looked devastated but she couldn’t help it. She was. And over only three days of him being gone. It felt like a nightmare. 

“Love you so much. Card’s on the dresser upstairs. Have at it.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“You do that. See you in a few days, sunshine. Love you lots.” He squeezed her shoulders and she couldn’t help frowning at him. The more he said that, the more she wanted to say it back. And she almost did but part of her was still terrified. 

“You said that already.” 

“Doesn’t make it any less true. Go back to sleep for a little bit, baby. I’ll call when I land.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay,” He smiled, probably only for her sake, and kissed her once more before opening the car door. “Bye, (Y/N).” 

“Bye, Harry.” Her voice wavered just a tiny bit. She hoped he didn’t notice how dramatic she was being but it was probably hard not to. He hadn’t even left the driveway yet and she already felt so empty. It was ridiculous. But she couldn’t help it. It was truly how she felt. 

She waved to him as he backed out, trying to keep her features pleasant, but she knew as soon as he was out of sight, she’d probably be in tears. But she took a deep breath when he was finally off, down the street, and went straight inside and to his bedroom.

His pillow was immediately pulled to her chest so she could rest her head on it and she buried herself under the blankets, hoping that sleep would find her soon, so she could have a break from her very intense feelings. 

(Y/N) just really doesn’t think she’s going to make it without him, but she’s really going to try.

****

Harry called around one in the afternoon and by then, (Y/N) was at the club and busying herself there. 

When his name popped up on her phone, she rushed away from the floor and to the office to take it. 

“How are you, darling?” 

(Y/N) wasn’t sure she should be entirely honest because she felt like booking her own flight to Nevada and he’d only been gone eight hours or so. She was really trying to hold off on that though. 

“Horrible. My boyfriend is out of town and I’m not sure how I ever survived without him.” That was as honest as she could be right now. Anything more and she’d probably scare him. 

“Interesting. I’m away from my girlfriend too and completely miserable. I don’t know how I ever made it without her either.” That made her smile a little bit but not for long. 

“What’s today’s agenda?” 

“Meetings. I’m supposed to lead one but I made no notes for it. Just gonna wing it I think.” He sounded confident in that and she knew he probably was. He’s good at what he does. 

“You’re so cool. I guess that comes with age, doesn’t it?” 

“You miss me so much, yet you insult me at any given chance?” He was joking, she knew that. “You’re right, it does. That’s why you like me so much. And why I know how to make you cum so fast.” 

“Harry. Please. There’s people around you.” 

“Nope. In my room with my hand down my trousers thinking about you.” 

“Pic or it didn’t happen.” 

“Naughty. One second,” It was silent on the other line for a second before he sent her a picture of his middle finger held up. “Cute, huh?” 

“You’re actually so unfair.” 

“You’re just upset I didn’t send you a picture of my dick. That’s crazy.” 

“Yeah, I am a little upset. I miss him.” 

“Okay and what about me? You said you miss your boyfriend but I think you just miss my cock.” 

“Caught me. You’re so smart.” 

There was a pause in the conversation so they could laugh. (Y/N) has never had such entertaining conversations with anyone. He never failed to make her laugh or reassure her. He’s perfect and there’s nothing she would change about him. 

“Well, he’ll be back soon and you can show him just how much you missed him Friday night.” 

“Mhm. Was planning on it.” 

“Christ. I have a meeting soon and I’m not going to be able to think about anything else. Fuck. I love you. Please have all my babies. Tell me about your day or something. Hurry.” 

(Y/N) switched to how mundane her day had been. She woke up at nearly ten and then made her way to the club after a light breakfast. There was nothing too major going at the club, she was only there to pass time, and she’d be on her way home soon. 

“That’s really it. I’ll probably go grocery shopping later and make myself dinner but that’s all I have.” Ria didn’t have the night off or she’d invite her over for wine and a movie marathon or something. She already asked but their schedules weren’t lining up well this week. 

“I should be done around eight. Company dinner’s at six so I’ll call you around then, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Good. I’ll bring you something back with me too. What size ring are you again?” 

“Harry,” She scolded, lightly, trying not to laugh and encourage him. “I don’t need you to bring me anything back. Just you is fine.” 

“I know that, love. I’m just saying. Think about it.” 

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to? I should probably get back downstairs anyway.” She sighed, not wanting to hang up but knowing he’d have to go soon anyway. 

“You’re right. Okay. I’ll call you before bed. Have a good day please. And send me pictures.” 

“I am wearing the skirt you told me not to, but it was all I had.” 

“All you had—bullshit. Show me.” 

“Sorry. I have to get back to work and so do you. Talk soon, sweetheart. Miss you. Bye.” 

“Fine. Have it your way. Talk soon, love you, and miss you. Bye, (Y/N).” 

The call ended there and she sighed. Friday night he would be right back here next to her. And she’s not letting him go on anymore trips without her because it had already been too much. 

She slipped her phone away and went back downstairs, happy that she got to talk to him, even if it was just for a few minutes. 

****

“Four’s your limit you said?” 

“I don’t know what I said, Harry.” 

Harry and (Y/N) are both wine drunk from separate places and all she can really do is laugh at him in between sips of wine and handfuls of the popcorn she made. 

He went to dinner and had too much to drink before stumbling his way to his room with one of coworkers Charles or something. She could hear Charles laughing in the background as he helped Harry into his room. 

Harry was alone now, in his bed, flipping through tv channels and slurring his words and talking about babies again. 

“Just the thought of it. Dicking you so good and so deep that you’re full of me and having my baby. I just…I think we should work on that when I get back. Like a lot. Take a week off work until you’re pregnant.” 

“I think you had too much wine.” 

“Sorry that all my best ideas come to me when I’m a little gone, but it’s true. Tomorrow I’ll still feel the same way. Think it’s time anyway. Make me a daddy.” 

“You’re already a daddy.” 

“Yes, love, I’m aware, but you know what I mean.” 

“You’re crazy.” 

“Crazy about you, I know that. Wish you were here so much. Need your mouth on me.” 

“Harry. I think it’s time for bed.” Not that she disagreed but she knew he was just talking. 

“I’m fucked tomorrow, aren’t I? Hungover as shit. You’re right, honey. I need to sleep. Always right, hm? Miss you like, a lot. I don’t want to wait until Friday, baby.” He whined into the phone and she couldn’t help the smile on her face. She loves that he misses her so much still. And that he doesn’t want to be away from her as much as she doesn’t want to be away from him. She feels like she hasn’t done anything to make him miss her but maybe she didn’t have to. He just does. 

“I don’t want to wait either but we have to. Not long before you’ll be right next to me watching The Bachelor again.” 

“The life. Just need a baby to go with it.” 

“Alright, Harry. Off to bed.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” He yawned. “Have to piss and then I’m on it, kay? You go to bed too. It’s late.” 

“Yeah, but I needed to hear your voice again today.” 

“Sweet. I’ll call you when I get up, alright?” 

“Okay. Get some rest. Be careful in the bathroom.” 

“Always. Love you, babe. Think about what I said, okay?” 

“I will,” She certainly would be. The more he mentions it, the more appealing it gets and that scares her a little bit. “Goodnight, Harry.” 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” He made a few kisses into the phone and then hung up. 

She tossed her phone aside and sighed. Sleeping alone tonight will be hard but she’ll manage because of how exhausted she is. 

By the time she showered and made her way to Harry’s bed, she had a voice message from him from about twenty minutes ago. He’s probably gone to sleep by now but she played it away. 

“Couldn’t sleep without telling you one more time that I love you so I love you so much and I miss you and I can’t wait to see you. Love you, bye.” 

She made sure to save the message before placing her phone aside so she could try and get some rest. 

She loves him too and she plans on telling him as soon as she sees him in person next. 

****

Day two and three dragged. 

Harry was a little busier so while he did call at night, he was tired and she had to tell him to get off so he could rest but in his normal fashion, he didn’t listen. 

“What even is sleep? How could I sleep with you on the phone now, talking so pretty? I can’t wait to just see you. Look at you, you know?” 

“I feel the same. Now, bed, Harry. It’ll come faster if you sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” 

“Fine,” He sighed into the phone. “I’ll go to sleep. Call you in the morning to check on you though, okay?” 

“Yes, Harry. Can’t wait.” 

“Me either.” 

“Okay, goodnight, honey.” 

“Love you. Goodnight.” 

Their call ended there and (Y/N) went back to refilling her empty wine glass. The Bachelor was playing and she had another bowl of fresh popcorn so tonight would be fine, just a little lonely. 

(Y/N) froze when she heard the lock click for the front door. Harry is still in Nevada as far as she knows and it’s nearly ten o’clock at night so she’s not sure who that could be other than him. Maybe he was surprising her? That would be an amazing surprise but whoever it was didn’t announce themselves so she didn’t know who it was until they made it to the foyer where (Y/N) could see them. Even still, (Y/N) didn’t know who the woman with the jet black hair was, standing with a set of keys in her manicured hand. 

“Um, hello?” 

She didn’t respond, just looked around the house with what appeared to be disdain which had (Y/N) reaching for her phone. She’s never seen this woman before and her having a key is very strange. Harry didn’t tell her anyone would be stopping by. 

Her eyes set on (Y/N) again, this time narrowed. 

“He must have remodeled.” She spoke finally, walking until she was close enough to set her designer bag on the island right across from (Y/N). 

“Can I help you with something? How did you get in here?” Whatever she just said still had (Y/N) puzzled and she didn’t seem to be in a rush to give any answers which had her all the more on alert about the situation. Her hand tightened around her phone that she still hadn’t used yet. She didn’t know who to call, Harry is out of town. 

She took the wine glass right from (Y/N)’s hand and examined the clear crystal before taking a long sip. 

“I’m Sienna,” She smiled, but nothing was genuine about it. She stuck her hand across the island, for (Y/N) to shake. “And you must be the whore that’s fucking my husband.” 

*****

“Oh that’s a slay.” You pause your scrolling on your phone when you feel Harry’s lips very briefly pull away from their spot on the side of your neck letting his muffled voice fills your ears. “Quite like that look a lot if m’bein honest.” He adds as his arm that’s holding you close to his chest tightens the slightest bit. His hand landing on your lower stomach so he can pull you even closer as the two of you stand at the back of a poorly lit bar waiting for a band to start playing.

When all you do it place your free hand over his that’s on your stomach and give it a loving pat Harry smiles against your skin as he goes back to nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck while you continue your mindless scrolling on Instagram. He knows you have a smile on your face as you lean into him a little more and hold the phone up so he can get a decent look at another outfit being model by someone from his spot safely tucked into your neck.

“What about this one?”

“Jail. Immediately. That’s hideous.” He mumbles while resting his chin on the top of your shoulder making you laugh as your hand messes with the rings on his hand that’s holding you flush against him. “S’that how you use that one? Or did I muck it up?”

“Yes that’s exactly how you say it.” You reassure him with a giggle as you feel him place a few kisses close to your ear. He lifts his head when he feels you lean over to place the phone on the table next to where the two of you are standing. “You’re doing so well.” You tell him as you turn around in his hold making his hand now rest just above the back pockets of your jeans.

“Yeah? You really think so?” He teases as he looks down at you making you just nod as you place your hands on his chest sliding one under the thin material of his button up shirt he left the top few buttons undone on to allow some skin to be shown.

“Oh yeah like if someone asked me about you right now want to know what I’d say?”

“What would you say?”

“I’d say that’s my baby-” Harry has to hold back his smile as your eyes stare into his. “And I’m really proud.” The words aren’t even fully out of your mouth before Harry is grinning like a fool as he leans down to place a kiss to your mouth making you smile against his lips when you feel his hand slide into the back pocket of your jeans and pull you closer to him.

You feel Harry’s eyes on you the moment you take your spot next to him at the small table on the patio of a wine bar he brought you to a few weeks ago on a date. Having decided it was actually really good the two of you now sometimes opt to spend your Friday evenings there enjoying a bottle or two and telling each other about your day. It doesn’t shock you when after his second glass you feel his hand rest on top of your thigh as you explain to him some office drama that you’ve been keeping him up to date on over the last few days.

“So this Landon fellow seems like a right twat.” You laugh as you place your glass on the table and nod in agreement to what Harry just said making him smile. “What does Megan even see in him that would make her want to risk an HR violation?” He asks as his thumb runs up and down the hem of your shorts, something you know he’s not even aware he’s doing.

“She says she really likes him-”

“Oh come off it he’s not the love of her life he’s literally just a guy.” You raise an eyebrow as you watch Harry bring his glass up to his lips and take a sip, a knowing smile on his face as his gaze meets yours. “She should just hit him with her car.” Harry adds with a small squeeze to your thigh, you let out a giggle as you reach over and run your thumb over the cross pendant he has dangling from the chain around his neck.

“I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now.” You tease making Harry laugh as he places his wine glass down on the table.

“Should I ask for the check then?”

“But we haven’t finished the wine.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the man that was sitting at the bar again. 

“If you’re here, then no.” He smiled, bringing his drink to his mouth. It was probably whiskey, his usual. He’s relentless. Normally, that would be a turn off, but there’s something about him and he knows it. 

“I just got here.” She stopped, glancing back at him. His eyes looked her over, at least as far as he could see with her behind the bar. He seemed to be quite a fan of the leather vest she was wearing tonight. And she had no problem with that as long as he kept her tip jar full. 

“No place I’d rather be.” He called after her as she made her way down to the other end of the bar. 

“Find something to do, Harry.” She made sure her head was turned before she let herself crack a smile. 

Persistent, like she said. But she enjoys their back and forth. It does help that he’s very easy on the eyes and only says the most sickly sweet things to her. With an undertone, of course, because they always do. But she doesn’t mind it. 

She returned from the far side of the bar after having to wait on two young guys that had no idea what they wanted to drink. It must have been their first time but their lack of knowledge was making her a little impatient. And for what? Just so she can go back to the other end of the bar and roll her eyes at whatever Harry has to say for the next several hours. 

He always stays her entire shift. And she always asks him if he has anything more exciting to do other than watch her work the bar for six hours a night. He always says no and walks her to her car three nights of the week at two thirty in the morning. Sometimes he will come towards the end and those nights she finds herself roving over the bar more often, almost missing his presence. But she’d never tell him that. 

She avoided his eyes when she came back to his side to grab empty glasses from the bar top and wipe the counters down. 

“How’s your night so far?” He spoke up over the music. She shot him a look and he laughed. He knew the answer to that question. She was tired tonight, but per usual bartending is exhausting. The demand for drinks is nonstop and she has to sneak a fifteen minute break most times just because the line is never ending. 

“Ready to go home.” She answered back, trying to keep her hands busy drying glasses before someone else walked up to the bar asking for a drink. 

“You’ve got a long way to go then.” That made her roll her eyes. She didn’t need him to tell her that, it only made the shift seem longer. 

“Okay. Want another whiskey or something? Otherwise I have to get back to work.” She waited to hear what he was going to say, but she nodded to the person waiting a few feet away that waved her over. 

“Yes, but only when you get a second.” That meant he wanted her to come back and talk. She only nodded at him before walking down the bar to the person waiting. 

There was a bit of a rush, so she didn’t make it back to Harry for nearly twenty minutes because she just got busy on that side, but he was still waiting patiently with his empty glass sat in front of him. 

“Have you thought about it?” He asked and she immediately knew what he was referring to. 

Once every two weeks or so, Harry will ask to take her out. He always talks of wine and dining and that he does in fact have a yacht at the marina which, of course he does. 

It’s very obvious when looking at Harry that he has money. By the way he dresses and by the way he tips. Like he doesn’t have to work his finances every check to make sure he can afford rent or groceries for the month. She appreciates him very much and makes sure to let him know every time he drops her at her car. But she’s afraid they just don’t have much in common. 

“I don’t know, Harry. It’s…complicated.” She didn’t want to hurt his feelings but it was true. (Y/N) isn’t even sure she’s in the mood for entertaining anyone at the moment. He’s nice, but she just doesn’t know. 

“It’s just one date. Nothing serious.” He smiled like it was so easy. Like it really would just be one casual date where they get to know each other more. The idea was nice but (Y/N) knows that nothing is ever that simple. 

“I know but—”

“Three shots of vodka.” A man, who (Y/N) could already tell was going to be annoying, slammed his hand down on the bar, cutting her off. 

She stared at him blankly for a good ten seconds before turning to grab three shot glasses and filling them in a line. Slamming the bottle back on the bar, she looked at the man again. 

“Cash or card.” 

He fumbled around for his wallet for a moment before handing his card over. She put the payment through and as she handed it back, he got this look on his face. 

“You could give me your number too.” He winked and (Y/N) almost laughed out loud but she settled with crossing her arms, an unimpressed expression on her face. 

“You could go fuck off somewhere. We were in the middle of something.” Harry spoke up, staking a claim. She didn’t mind it if it meant that guy would go away, so she watched on, grateful that Harry was going to handle this for her. Even though she’s entirely capable of doing it herself. 

The man completely ignored Harry, instead turning back to her. 

“Come on. When’s your shift over?” (Y/N) hates when people don’t get the hint. It’s obvious that she’s not interested but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. 

“Do you struggle with social cues? Fuck off. Don’t make me tell you again.” Harry stood up this time and (Y/N) almost got a little excited. The man stands no chance but he turned to Harry anyway, like he was going to do something. 

“I don’t think I was talking to you. She can answer for herself.” The man glanced at her, like he wanted her to chime in. 

“Want his number?” Harry asked, already knowing the answer. The guy seemed to get even more frustrated at this before he gave up altogether. 

“Who’s this? Your daddy or something? You can forget about a tip.” He snatched his shots from the table with a look of disgust on his face and walked off. 

It wasn’t hard to see that Harry was a little older than her. And she didn’t know if that’s what the guy meant when he said that, but it really didn’t bother her. He’s hot and he knows it. He’s confident in a way that’s not obnoxious and she likes that. But she’s not willing to push further. Right now anyway. 

“What? Not going to correct him?” He smirked, sliding his glass to her when she grabbed the bottle of whiskey he preferred. 

“He’s the least of my worries. Can think what he wants,” She capped the bottle and pushed his drink back to him. “Aren’t you bored yet?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He wasn’t going to let it go and she should’ve known that, knowing him. 

“Like I said, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s what I’m looking for right now.” 

“What’s not?” 

“A boyfriend or whatever. I kind of like just me. It’s easier this way.” It was true in her experience. No one to cry over. No one to fuss over. It wasn’t worth it. 

“A drink then. No date. No pressure.” He put his hands up, another charming grin on his face. He’s pushing it. Almost enough to get her to say yes. 

“Yes, but I’ll know what you really want the entire time and that will ruin it.” Sometimes (Y/N) thinks she’s too self-aware, always judging others motives. It’s exhausting but it’s just how her brain works. And she doesn’t think she’ll enjoy it knowing that he’s most likely looking for something that she can’t give him. 

“What do I really want again?” His eyes narrowed at her, teasingly, and she huffed. 

“We both know what you want.” Her elbows leaned on the counter and she didn’t miss the way his eyes quickly dragged over her chest and then back to meet hers. 

“I’ll be a gentleman, I swear it.” 

“I don’t think I like nice guys.” 

“Then I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” 

They’re close enough over the bar top that their elbows are brushing. And despite how loud it is in the club, she can’t hear any of it over the sound of her heart pounding. Their eyes are locked and if she stands here any longer, she might just agree to let him take her on a date or something stupid like that. 

“You might be wasting your time.” 

“Not possible with you.” He answered right back and she shook her head at him. 

“I can’t win with you, can I?” 

“Only if you’re honest with yourself.” His hand caressed her arm for a second before he pulled away. 

She opened her mouth to respond but she was saved by the bell when someone waved her down to the other side of the bar. 

On paper, Harry was her type completely. He’s sweet, which is the most important part. That’s all she really cares about, but if she lets her mind wander she thinks about how much she likes his big hands and broad shoulders. His green eyes she has trouble looking into depending on the conversation. The mustache he’s been growing out for a few months that she’d absolutely hate if it were anyone else. He’s always smiling and glad to see her. She likes the way he sets his hand on her back every night and how he doesn’t seem to get discouraged ever. But (Y/N) likes it the way it is. She doesn’t want to put her heart out on the line only to regret it when he decides that he doesn’t want her anymore. She’s had plenty of that in the past and it just wasn’t worth the risk, despite how interested and nice he appeared to be. 

Her shift only got busier. She was only able to meet eyes with Harry a few times in between cleaning up the bar and taking drink orders. By the time the night ended, Harry had traded his whiskey for water and still appeared to be glad to be here. Even when she rejected him almost constantly.

“Ready to go?” She asked him, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She tended to clean up as she was shutting down the bar, so there wasn’t much to do by the time closing came around. It was nearing two thirty and she was only getting more tired by the minute, so she said goodnight to the other bartender before rounding the bar to stand in front of Harry. 

“When you are.” He stood, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was in a suit tonight, his usual. It was crisp, fitting exactly to his body. He chose all black this time. It was hard to focus and some part of her believes that he’s aware of that. 

“I had to park further down tonight so you don’t have to walk the whole way if you don’t want to.” She’d rather he did just because she’d feel safer on her way to her car, but if he didn’t want to, she wouldn’t be upset, she would just clutch her keys a little tighter. 

“I want to. Lead the way.” 

(Y/N) ignored the way his hand skimmed her lower back a few times as he was guiding her through the small crowd of people leaving the club and down the sidewalk. It felt nice to have that reassurance that he was there but she doesn’t let herself like it too much. 

The conversation on the way to her car was casual. He asked her what she had planned for the week besides working and her answer was pretty boring. She didn’t do much besides that. The amount of meetings he told her he had to sit through sounded like hell. She couldn’t imagine that. He didn’t seem to do much but work either. And come to the club every time he knew she was there. 

He offered her his jacket but she declined, telling him she needed the fresh air. 

When they neared her car, she started searching through her bag for her keys. 

“This is me,” She unlocked the doors, tossed her purse inside on the passenger seat and turned to him. “Thank you for chaperoning.” 

“Of course,” He took a step closer to her. “Now, please. Your number at least. At the very, very least.” 

“Harry,” She sighed, leaning against the car. “Fine. I’ll suck you off. Get in.” 

“What? When did I—”

“Okay, fine. Fuck me. Backseat.” 

“(Y/N), that’s not what I was thinking—”

“So, you don’t want to fuck me?” Her eyebrows raised, watching his cheeks turn pink even in the dim street lighting. 

“Why would you—not like this. You’re not something I need to get out of my system, okay? I want to do this properly if you’ll let me.” He looked a bit surprised by her proposal but she meant it. If that’s all he wanted, he could have it now and then leave her alone. 

“You wouldn’t let me suck your cock even if I wanted to?” She grabbed at the buckle on his belt and watched him try to think of an answer while looking so dazed. 

“I mean, I might. But that’s not—that’s not what I’m here to do now.” He swallowed hard, leaning into her when she tugged on his belt again.

“That’s a shame. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at it. See you around.” With a pat to his chest, she stepped away from him to get in her car. She worked the next night shift and she knew he’d show up eventually. 

“Okay. See you around.” He smiled, despite his disappointment and gently shut the car door after her. That’s just how nice he is. And (Y/N) just isn’t sure she can give in to him. It’s an ongoing battle within herself but she’s better off alone at this stage in her life. Maybe one day soon that will change and she can give Harry the chance he deserved. But right now, it’s not looking good for him. 

****

Harry didn’t come back for a week and (Y/N) was pretty sure that it was one of his tactics to get her to care a little bit about where he was and where he’d been. 

But when he did finally show up at the bar, she acted like he wasn’t even there. Instead, working the opposite side of the bar while the other bartender handled the side he was sitting on. 

Maybe it was petty but she honestly just didn’t want to get wrapped up in him. If he wanted to disappear for a week, fine. It’d be easier to forget about him that way. 

“That guy that's in love with you or something asked for you.” Ria, who works with her a lot of the time, interrupted her wiping down the bar. She accidentally met Harry’s eyes from all the way down on the other side, but quickly looked away. 

“I’ll deal with him in a second.” She muttered, nodding at the woman in front of her waiting for a drink. 

(Y/N) took her time making her way to him. He never minded waiting before so it’s no inconvenience to him. 

“Long time no see.” He had a nearly empty glass that he must have gotten from Ria in front of him. It didn’t appear to be alcohol but the way he was grinning at her let her know that he had some at some point already. 

“Yeah, really. Do you need something?” 

“Missed you is all.”  He shrugged, making her hum. 

“Sure. Well, I have to get back to work if that’s all you wanted.” As she was going to step away, he spoke up again. 

“Did you miss me?” She shot him a look. “Even a little bit?” 

She could lie and say she wasn’t a tiny bit disappointed when she got to the bar and he wasn’t in his normal seat. Several nights in a row. It felt weird not having him there. But she can’t say for sure if it was because she missed him. 

“I did have to walk to my car alone and that wasn’t ideal. Do with that information what you will.” Then, she walked off, glancing over her shoulder to see him smiling after her. 

The rest of the night went like that. She barely glanced his way but he stayed the entire time and just watched her work. She could feel his eyes on her, constantly. Even when another woman sat beside him and tried to talk to him. From the corner of her eye, she saw him shake his head at her and then she was gone. And while that didn’t reaffirm much for her, it did satisfy a tiny part of her that he didn’t seem to be looking at anyone else. It seemed that way anyway. (Y/N) has no idea what he gets up to when he’s not at the club. 

Harry stayed again till close. She considered going out the back door, just to leave him hanging. Sort of like he did to her the past week, but she wasn’t that mean and she actually didn’t mind his company on the way to her car. So, she came back out to the bar after clocking out and there he was. Looking patient, like he didn’t waste his night just sitting there waiting on her when she barely acknowledged him anyway. And that irritated her a bit. Because if she had gone out of her way like he did, only to be shut down every single time, she’d be pissed.

“So, you missed me?” Was the first thing he said when she got close enough to hear him. 

“Fuck no,” He laughed. “Are you ready to go? I’m exhausted.” 

He asked how her week went and she didn’t mention the parts where she was the tiniest bit disappointed that he missed out on a week. And that he didn’t tell her that he wasn’t coming in for that long. But what right did she have to even request that of him? She wasn’t his girlfriend and he didn’t owe her anything. She wouldn’t exactly call them friends either, so she really had no reason to feel the way she had been the past week. 

“I was out of town,” He offered anyway. “I meant to tell you last week. Just so you wouldn’t wonder where I was.” 

“You don’t have to tell me anything, Harry. It’s not really any of my business.” How he had managed to tap into her exact thoughts was beyond her. He’s going to make her say it, isn’t he?

“Well, I thought you’d care a little bit. Didn’t want you to have to walk on your own.” 

“I don’t need a babysitter. I’ve made it just fine the past week without you.” 

“I know. I’m just saying—”

“Don’t just say anything, Harry. It’s fine. It was a normal week for me.” 

“Okay.” He stopped there and they walked the rest of the way in silence. Which was awkward she had to admit because she knew he was probably a little upset by her constant deflecting the conversation. But she didn’t know what else to do and she didn’t want to apologize for saying how she feels. It would only confuse things. 

“Goodnight, Harry.” (Y/N) didn’t know what else to say once they reached her car. She didn’t even want to look at him because she knew she’d see that look on his face that she hates to see and then she’d feel guilty. But she looked at him anyway. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” He was close enough to grab onto her hand and she let him. “See you soon.” 

And then he was gone, off down the street. 

****

The next time (Y/N) saw Harry was only two days later. The bar was so busy, she almost didn’t see him because he wasn’t in his usual spot. When it finally did slow down, she stopped in front of him, noticing that he only had a glass of melted ice in front of him and he didn’t greet her immediately like he normally would. His expression was grave, like he had bad news for her and that put her on edge before she even said a word to him. 

“Is everything okay?” She asked, watching his hands fidget together. 

“Yeah. Can we talk for a second?” 

If he wasn’t looking like he did, she might tell him that she was on the clock and he’d have to wait. But since he was, she nodded, quickly going to tell Ria that she was taking her break now. 

He followed her down the hall to the back door. It let out right in the alley behind the club. It was where she usually took her fifteen minute break anyway, just to get some air. 

“What’s up?” Her arms crossed against her chest while she waited impatiently for him to start talking. But he only sighed and leaned against the brick wall behind him. 

“I don’t think I can come here anymore.” 

“Why not?” 

“I just…I think it would be the best thing. You’re not interested and I should lay off. You know?” (Y/N) stared at him for a second, not knowing what to respond with. So, she didn’t. He started talking again. “I like you so, so much, (Y/N). I can’t do the chasing game anymore. I’m old. I don’t have the energy for it.” 

“You’re like thirty eight.” 

“Yeah, old,” He laughed when she rolled her eyes. “And you’re clearly not looking for a boyfriend or anything like that, so I think it’s time.” 

It had only been six months since he’d started to show interest like that, but he’s been coming to the club for far longer than that.

And (Y/N) guesses she’d get fed up too doing something for six months and seeing no results. So, she can’t blame him and she can’t make him stay. 

“If that’s what you need to do.” She shrugged.

“But do you want me to? What are you thinking?” He stepped closer, his hand brushing hers. 

“I like having you come to the bar, but if you don’t want to anymore, that’s fine. I’ll get over it.” 

“That’s it?” 

“What do you want me to do? Beg you to keep coming around when you don’t want to play games anymore?” (Y/N) wasn’t aware they were playing any games, but apparently it’s too much for him. 

“I just feel like I’m bothering you sometimes. And it might be better for both of us if I go.”

“Fine.” She could admit to herself that she was a little bitter about it. She liked his company and didn’t realize it was affecting him so much that she wasn’t returning his affection. She sort of was, in her own way, but it wasn’t good enough. 

“Okay,” His hands went back to his sides and he stepped backwards. “Well, that’s that then. I guess I’ll get going.” 

“Yeah. I have to get back to work.” And (Y/N) didn’t know what else to do, so she just went back inside, leaving him there in the back alley. She didn’t know what to say, what was she supposed to do? She’s not mad, she just didn’t know what to feel, but she also didn’t give herself time to process. Instead, she threw her focus back into work and didn’t think about Harry for the rest of the night. 

She tried to, anyway. 

****

yay! i hope you like this one! this is just an intro really before it gets to the actual plot. also should have a one shot coming your way very, very soon! as well as another one that was requested!! i’m feeling very ambitious so we will see!!! <3

(p.s. copy and pasted this on my phone so the formatting is wack! will fix when i get home! fixed!)

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