drew and actress!reader read thirst tweets
drew and actress!readers on hot ones
drew and actress!reader on the kitten interview
drew and actress!reader test how well they know each other
drew and actress!reader play the vanity fair game show
drew tells a story about actress!reader
actress!reader calls drew on phoning it in
drew and actress!reader take the “rizz quiz”
actress!reader reveals what’s on her phone
drew and actress!reader do the wired autocomplete interview
drew and actress!reader reveal uncomfortable truths in the hot seat
do drew and actress!reader know their lines? (aka that's my line)
drew and actress!reader take a lie detector test
drew and actress!reader share their favorite snacks
drew and actress!reader play truth or drink
drew and actress!reader: the pizza interview
drew and actress!reader: obx cast superlatives
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Bulbs flashed brightly as y/n stepped a high heeled foot onto Netflix’s red carpet. The attention of the crowd shifted to her, everybody’s eyes falling on her black minidress and dazzling, camera ready smile. From the opposite end of the carpet, an exceptionally loud holler caused y/n’s head to turn, her gaze locking with the familiar blue eyes of the holler’s source.
“There she is.” Drew murmured, his voice inaudible over the crowd, but y/n could tell exactly what was going through his mind. Y/n felt her cheeks warm as Drew’s eyes raked over her, a cheesy grin spreading across his lips as he noticed the details of her outfit. Y/n winked at him before returning her gaze back to the crowd of onlookers, their hands full of cameras and microphones and their voices all clamoring for her attention.
“Y/n!” An excited reporter waved at her, a wide smile on her face. “Do you have a minute for an interview?”
Y/n smiled back at the reporter before stepping to the side of the carpet to greet her. The fans crowding the barricade around her screamed excitedly, y/n letting out a chuckle as she waved at them before standing in front of the reporter and her camera.
“Y/n, it’s so good to see you here back with Netflix!” The reporter smiled.
“It’s so great to be back here with everyone.” Y/n nodded, gesturing to the Netflix stars that lined the red carpet.
“You look absolutely amazing— of course— could you tell us a bit about your look?” The reporter asked.
“Aww thank you.” Y/n cooed, laughing bashfully as she glanced down at her outfit. “Well, I wanted to keep it nice and simple. You can’t go wrong with a little black dress, of course.”
“Oh, of course.” The reporter agreed, her attention catching on a ribbon of familiar fabric adorning y/n’s hair, the same fabric tied into a bow on the back of y/n’s dress and on her heel. “I love the little bow details… the pattern looks a little familiar to somebody’s suit.”
Y/n felt her cheeks warm, letting out a little giggle as she glanced over her shoulder towards where Drew posed on the carpet, the gray plaid of his suit the exact pattern of y/n’s bows. She had wanted to surprise him, so she coordinated with his stylist to get some excess fabric to use in her own outfit. Judging by the smile on his face when he saw her, he most definitely noticed.
“Haha, yeah.” Y/n grinned. “I thought it’d be fun to coordinate.”
“Well you guys both look stunning.” The reporter grinned. “But I have to ask about the reason you’re here today: Knives Out. What can you tell us about that?”
“Oh jeez, I’m not sure what all I can say, you know?” Y/n laughed. “I mean it’s a mystery with lots of questions and twists— the classic Knives Out elements— but it also is something so different and unlike anything else we’ve seen before.”
“That sounds so, so exciting.” The reporter said. “Now, as I’m sure you know, you’re not the first Outer Banks alum in the Knives Out franchise. Your costar Madelyn Cline was in the previous installment, did you two talk at all when you found out you’d be joining the world of Knives Out?”
“Oh yeah.” Y/n nodded. “Right after I found out I got the part I immediately called up Madelyn and she was so excited… she might’ve been more excited than me.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet.” The reporter said. “How was it working with this absolutely star studded cast?”
“A-ma-zing.” Y/n said dramatically, a wide smile on her face. “It was so surreal to get to act with these people who are the absolute best of the best when it comes to their craft.”
“I can only imagine.” The reporter said. “There were so many new amazing faces, to the franchise but we have to talk about the Daniel Craig. I mean you’d met him before when your husband, Drew, had worked with him previously in ‘Queer’, but it has to be so different actually acting next to a legend, right?”
“Oh, it was amazing getting to work with Daniel.” Y/n said. “I met him about two years ago when I went to visit Drew on the set of ‘Queer’ and—”
Y/n was interrupted as the crowd exploded into loud cheers and excited screams.
“You talking about me?” A voice whispered behind y/n, causing her to jump before turning around to see Drew’s grinning face. Y/n immediately relaxed, her eyes rolling playfully. Drew chuckled, resting his head atop hers as he squeezed her in a hug before pulling away, but keeping his hand draped around her waist.
“All good things, I promise.” Y/n grinned up at Drew as he smiled back at her.
“Well, Drew, this is just perfect timing because I was just about to ask y/n about the next season of Outer Banks.” The reporter said. “How are you guys feeling about this being the last season? Sad? Excited?”
“A mix.” Drew said. “This has been such a huge part of my life— of all of our lives— I mean, I grew up on this show, I got married on this show, so it’s definitely bittersweet.”
“I agree.” Y/n nodded. “I’m so excited to see what they do for this conclusion but I’m definitely gonna miss it.”
“So, with this being the finale, I think everyone is wondering if Caroline will be making an appearance in this last season.” The reporter asked, mentioning y/n’s character from the show. After leaving at the end of season three, fans had been clamoring for more of the romance between Rafe and Caroline that had been cut short far too soon.
Y/n laughed, Drew turning to look at y/n with an inquisitive quirk of his brow.
“I don’t know, I guess fans will just have to tune in and find out.” Y/n said coyly, shrugging her shoulders. Drew let out a playful and dramatic groan, which caused y/n to giggle.
“Well, y/n and Drew, it was so nice to talk with you guys and we can’t wait to see Wake Up Dead Man and the final season of Outer Banks!” The reporter said gleefully.
“Thank you for having us!” Y/n said, waving to the camera, Drew joining in before planting a quick kiss on her cheek and leading her away with his hand around her waist. Drew leaned down to whisper something in y/n’s ear that caused her to laugh, the two of them continuing down the red carpet side by side.
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hi angel! i love your work!! do you think you can do drew and actress reader where she’s just like so obsessed with him? like he’s just stood in the kitchen shirtless or something and she can’t keep her hands off him
Slow Mornings
drew starkey x actress!reader
an: hiii, thank you so much! i absolutely adored this idea, i hope i did it justice!
You wake up slowly, to the familiar sounds of a half-awake man making questionable decisions in the kitchen.
There’s the low clatter of pans, the hum of the stove kicking on, and the unmistakable sound of someone muttering under their breath—followed by a sharp “Ow,” and what you’re fairly certain is bacon grease claiming its next victim.
You smile, eyes still shut, tucked beneath a blanket that smells like him.
It’s barely 8 a.m., and there’s sunlight peeking through the curtains in wide stripes, casting soft shadows across the sheets. You know the drill by now. Drew wakes up before you, thinks he’s being quiet, and tries to cook something while half asleep.
And still, it’s one of your favorite things.
You finally drag yourself out of bed and pull on the hoodie hanging off the back of the chair—his, oversized and warm—and pad barefoot into the hallway. The scent of coffee, bacon, and slightly over-toasted bread pulls you the rest of the way.
You find him exactly where you expected: shirtless at the stove, hair sticking up, focus locked in on a pan like it’s fighting back. His pajama pants sit low on his hips, and he has no idea you’re standing there just… watching him. Absently obsessed.
You don’t say anything at first.
Just walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his bare torso, cheek resting gently between his shoulder blades.
He pauses. “You’re lucky I didn’t just throw hot coffee at you.”
“Sounds like a guilty conscience,” you mumble, tightening your grip around him. “Smells like something’s burning.”
“First of all, it’s under control.”
“Is it, though?”
You feel his body shift as he laughs softly and leans back into you a little, letting you cling while he flips something in the pan with the kind of confidence that doesn’t match the smell coming off the stovetop.
You stay quiet for a few seconds, just holding onto him. Hands resting against his warm skin, thumbs moving in lazy circles. It’s not even about anything specific. It’s just him. Just the quiet. Just the fact that this feels better than anything else you’ve got going on today.
“I don’t know what it is about mornings,” you murmur, “but I turn into some clingy, koala version of myself when you start cooking.”
He glances down at you over his shoulder, amused. “I’ve noticed.”
“I make no apologies.”
“You didn’t seem like you were going to.”
You press a kiss to his shoulder and stay there, attached to him while he moves around the kitchen. He adjusts without missing a beat—reaching for the salt, sliding the pan to another burner—all with you wrapped around him like it’s just part of the routine now.
“You really gonna just cling the whole time?” he asks, biting back a grin.
“Yup.”
“No intention of helping?”
“I’m helping emotionally.”
“Oh, well then—thank you for your service.”
You hum, pleased with yourself, and tip your chin to press a light kiss against the back of his neck. He shivers slightly but doesn’t say anything. You catch the smile he’s trying not to show.
He plates the food—eggs, toast, bacon, nothing fancy, but it looks better than you expected. You loosen your grip just enough for him to turn in your arms. His hands settle on your waist, warm and steady.
“You know you can just say you like me,” he teases, raising a brow.
You blink up at him, lips twitching. “You’re alright.”
He leans in before you can say anything else, kissing you soft and slow. No rush, no showy gesture—just the kind of kiss that fits perfectly into a morning like this. Familiar. Sweet. Steady. You feel his hand slide up your back as he presses you a little closer.
You kiss him again—because one’s not enough—and he laughs against your mouth, pulling back just a little, forehead resting lightly against yours.
“You want coffee?” he asks.
“I want you to keep standing here while I stare at you.”
“You are very normal.”
“I’m self-aware.”
He chuckles and brushes his lips over yours once more before moving to grab two mugs from the cabinet. You follow him across the kitchen, arms still loosely looped around his waist.
Because yeah, breakfast is nice.
But this—quiet mornings, no makeup, bare feet, the way he keeps brushing your hair behind your ear without thinking—this is better.
content: fluff + jealousy + humor + established relationship + one spicy line
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You tried. You swear you did.
You smiled through clenched teeth when Drew hugged that girl from his acting class a little too long. You sipped your drink when she laughed way too hard at something he said. You even stayed in your seat when she touched his arm and tilted her head like a goddamn golden retriever in heat.
But now you’re in his car, arms crossed, lips pressed tight, and Drew’s trying not to laugh because he knows what’s coming.
“I’m not mad,” you start, your voice sharp and suspiciously even.
Drew hums. “Okay.”
You pause. Your lip twitches. “I tried to be the chill girl,” you say, hands flying up like you're pleading your case in court, “but honestly? I’m not.”
A beat of silence. He turns his head to look at you. Slowly. Like he’s witnessing something holy.
You continue, unhinged and adorable: “I’m not chill. I’m not cool. I’m the opposite of chill. I’m a psycho with lip gloss and access to your location 24/7.”
Drew grins, head falling back against the headrest. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, eyes dragging down your body and back up. “That was the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
Your jaw drops. “I’m confessing to being insane.”
“And I’m rock hard.”
You gasp. “You’re sick.”
He just leans over the console, his hand curling behind your neck. “You love me though.”
You roll your eyes, but your mouth’s already softening. “Unfortunately.”
“Next time, just tell me if someone’s pissing you off,” he murmurs, brushing your lips with his. “No need to go full jealous Barbie in silence for an hour.”
You pout. “But then I’d lose my mystery.”
“You stabbed your straw through your cup out of rage. You lost the mystery a long time ago, baby.”
You slap his arm. He kisses you harder.
You’re still mad. But being mad while kissing Drew Starkey?
I had this idea in the middle of the night and thought, “why not write and post it? maybe someone will like it...”
so here it is! I hope you enjoy it.
leave a comment so I know if you liked it enough for me to keep writing more.
and if you have any ideas, I’m open to them too!
oh, and just so you know: english is not my first language :)
Nothing that afternoon indicated the day would end that way.
Y/N was exhausted. Work had been a mess from the moment she walked in — three back-to-back meetings, an impatient boss, and a mistake that wasn’t even hers ending up on her shoulders. Her phone kept buzzing nonstop until she finally silenced everything. She didn’t even have time for a proper lunch: just ate two crackers in the car on her way to the hotel where Harry was waiting for a few days of rest.
But she didn’t want to show anything. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to be the girlfriend who went to the gym with him.
Harry noticed her exhaustion the second she walked into the room. Her eyes were dull, shoulders low. But when he asked if she wanted to work out, she forced a smile.
— It’ll do me good, love. I want to sweat all of this out.
And he believed her. Because she knew how to lie with her eyes when she wanted to seem strong.
In the hotel gym, the atmosphere was nearly silent. An older man was on the treadmill in the back, and another guy — too tanned, too muscular, wearing a tight tank top — was using the corner with the weights. Harry, focused on his functional workout and listening to his playlist, kept an eye on her. Always.
Y/N tried to focus on her movements, but her body wasn’t responding like before. The stressful day was taking its quiet toll — and she tried to hide it. Between sets, she stopped near the mirror, adjusting her sports bra with a sigh. That’s when she felt the presence beside her. A man — overly muscular, overly tanned, with the kind of confidence that comes off the wrong way — appeared with a crooked smile.
— Hey, tough workout, huh? I could give you a few tips if you want... I noticed you’re using the wrong weight.
She glanced at him, trying to stay polite.
— I’m good, thanks. I’m with my boyfriend.
The guy gave a half-smile, like he didn’t take her seriously.
— You sure? A lot of people don’t even realize they’re training wrong. And no offense… but you look more like a model than an athlete.
She was visibly uncomfortable. She didn’t even have to answer. Harry was already walking over, dropping his dumbbells with a soft thud, eyes locked on the two of them.
— Is there a problem here?
— Just chatting, man. Relax. It’s a public gym.
— Public, yeah. But if she said she’s good, then you should respect that.
— And next time you wanna “give tips,” maybe learn how to recognize when someone’s not interested.
— Are you always like this? Jumping in like you own her?
— I don’t own anyone. But I’m her boyfriend. And I don’t like it when someone makes her feel uncomfortable.
— You were pushing. And she clearly said no.
The guy laughed nervously.
— Alright, champ. No need to be so sensitive. She’s hot — can’t help turning heads, right?
Harry let out a dry laugh, but his eyes were sharp.
— Yeah, she’s insanely gorgeous. But the only attention that matters to her… she already has. Mine.
A heavy silence settled between them. The guy shrugged, mumbled something, and walked off.
Harry only turned to her once the man was out of sight. His expression softened instantly.
— Are you okay, love? Did he touch you?
— No, he didn’t go that far. Just irritated me. — She tried to play it off, but the tension was still in her shoulders.
Harry gently wrapped his arm around her waist.
— If at any moment you want to leave, just say the word. Or if you want to keep training, I’ll stay right by your side. Okay?
She nodded, resting her face on his shoulder.
— Thank you for that. Really.
He kissed the top of her head softly, keeping his hand resting on her back.
— I’ll always protect you, baby. Even when you think you can handle it on your own.
She gave him a weak smile and went back to training. So did he. But now, even more watchful.
As she did squats, he watched her through the mirror. As she pulled on cables, he silently counted her reps. He knew just by looking that something was off. The way her fingers trembled, the way she paused with a distant look, how she leaned on the machine like she was trying to hide her weakness.
Then, the moment she dropped the weights and held her stomach, staggering to the nearest wall, he dropped everything.
— Y/N! — He rushed over, heart pounding. — Love… look at me, sweetheart. What are you feeling?
She was panting, sweating, hands on her face.
— I... I feel nauseous... — she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her in a firm, protective gesture.
— Let’s get you over there. Come with me. I got you. — He led her gently to a modern trash bin near the exit.
She knelt down. Her stomach revolted and she threw up. Harry stayed the entire time — kneeling behind her, carefully holding her hair, gently stroking the curve of her spine in soothing, steady movements.
— It’s gonna pass soon, baby... breathe, breathe, my love. I’m right here. — His voice was low, but full of pain at seeing her like that.
When she finished, he grabbed a towel and gently wiped her face. Then moved her hair away and cupped her cheek.
— Love… why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling okay? Huh? — he said softly but firmly.
— I just wanted... to do something nice with you. Not ruin the day.
He looked at her like his heart had been squeezed tight.
— You never ruin anything, sweetheart. Never.
— It just breaks me knowing you chose to suffer alone instead of letting me help.
He ran his fingers over her neck, then her shoulders, tenderly.
— Let me take care of you now, okay? Let’s go upstairs. Take a hot shower, eat something light, lie down together. Just us.
— Today you deserve comfort. And tomorrow too. And whenever you need it.
She rested her head on his chest, and he held her close, swaying gently like he was cradling the whole world.
They went up together. In the room, he prepared a warm bath for her, and while she was in the shower, he made toast with honey and chamomile tea. He placed everything on the corner table with a little note scribbled in his big handwriting:
“For my strongest girl in the world. Who now gets to be as weak as she wants.
With love, your Harry.”
When she came out of the shower, he was already lying in bed with his shirt laid out next to her pillow, waiting for her.
She laid down beside him, and Harry wrapped his arms around her like he was still trying to shield her from everything the day had thrown at her.
— Thank you for being this kind of love — she whispered.
He smiled, kissing her forehead, then her nose, then her lips — with such tenderness it felt like a promise.
— You’re my favorite kind of love, my beautiful princess.
And that night, between sighs and intertwined fingers, he stayed awake until he was sure her breathing was calm, steady, and safe.
Just like his heart only felt when she was at peace.
I had this idea in the middle of the night and thought, “why not write and post it? maybe someone will like it...”
so here it is! I hope you enjoy it.
leave a comment so I know if you liked it enough for me to keep writing more.
and if you have any ideas, I’m open to them too!
oh, and just so you know: english is not my first language :)
Nothing that afternoon indicated the day would end that way.
Y/N was exhausted. Work had been a mess from the moment she walked in — three back-to-back meetings, an impatient boss, and a mistake that wasn’t even hers ending up on her shoulders. Her phone kept buzzing nonstop until she finally silenced everything. She didn’t even have time for a proper lunch: just ate two crackers in the car on her way to the hotel where Harry was waiting for a few days of rest.
But she didn’t want to show anything. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to be the girlfriend who went to the gym with him.
Harry noticed her exhaustion the second she walked into the room. Her eyes were dull, shoulders low. But when he asked if she wanted to work out, she forced a smile.
— It’ll do me good, love. I want to sweat all of this out.
And he believed her. Because she knew how to lie with her eyes when she wanted to seem strong.
In the hotel gym, the atmosphere was nearly silent. An older man was on the treadmill in the back, and another guy — too tanned, too muscular, wearing a tight tank top — was using the corner with the weights. Harry, focused on his functional workout and listening to his playlist, kept an eye on her. Always.
Y/N tried to focus on her movements, but her body wasn’t responding like before. The stressful day was taking its quiet toll — and she tried to hide it. Between sets, she stopped near the mirror, adjusting her sports bra with a sigh. That’s when she felt the presence beside her. A man — overly muscular, overly tanned, with the kind of confidence that comes off the wrong way — appeared with a crooked smile.
— Hey, tough workout, huh? I could give you a few tips if you want... I noticed you’re using the wrong weight.
She glanced at him, trying to stay polite.
— I’m good, thanks. I’m with my boyfriend.
The guy gave a half-smile, like he didn’t take her seriously.
— You sure? A lot of people don’t even realize they’re training wrong. And no offense… but you look more like a model than an athlete.
She was visibly uncomfortable. She didn’t even have to answer. Harry was already walking over, dropping his dumbbells with a soft thud, eyes locked on the two of them.
— Is there a problem here?
— Just chatting, man. Relax. It’s a public gym.
— Public, yeah. But if she said she’s good, then you should respect that.
— And next time you wanna “give tips,” maybe learn how to recognize when someone’s not interested.
— Are you always like this? Jumping in like you own her?
— I don’t own anyone. But I’m her boyfriend. And I don’t like it when someone makes her feel uncomfortable.
— You were pushing. And she clearly said no.
The guy laughed nervously.
— Alright, champ. No need to be so sensitive. She’s hot — can’t help turning heads, right?
Harry let out a dry laugh, but his eyes were sharp.
— Yeah, she’s insanely gorgeous. But the only attention that matters to her… she already has. Mine.
A heavy silence settled between them. The guy shrugged, mumbled something, and walked off.
Harry only turned to her once the man was out of sight. His expression softened instantly.
— Are you okay, love? Did he touch you?
— No, he didn’t go that far. Just irritated me. — She tried to play it off, but the tension was still in her shoulders.
Harry gently wrapped his arm around her waist.
— If at any moment you want to leave, just say the word. Or if you want to keep training, I’ll stay right by your side. Okay?
She nodded, resting her face on his shoulder.
— Thank you for that. Really.
He kissed the top of her head softly, keeping his hand resting on her back.
— I’ll always protect you, baby. Even when you think you can handle it on your own.
She gave him a weak smile and went back to training. So did he. But now, even more watchful.
As she did squats, he watched her through the mirror. As she pulled on cables, he silently counted her reps. He knew just by looking that something was off. The way her fingers trembled, the way she paused with a distant look, how she leaned on the machine like she was trying to hide her weakness.
Then, the moment she dropped the weights and held her stomach, staggering to the nearest wall, he dropped everything.
— Y/N! — He rushed over, heart pounding. — Love… look at me, sweetheart. What are you feeling?
She was panting, sweating, hands on her face.
— I... I feel nauseous... — she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her in a firm, protective gesture.
— Let’s get you over there. Come with me. I got you. — He led her gently to a modern trash bin near the exit.
She knelt down. Her stomach revolted and she threw up. Harry stayed the entire time — kneeling behind her, carefully holding her hair, gently stroking the curve of her spine in soothing, steady movements.
— It’s gonna pass soon, baby... breathe, breathe, my love. I’m right here. — His voice was low, but full of pain at seeing her like that.
When she finished, he grabbed a towel and gently wiped her face. Then moved her hair away and cupped her cheek.
— Love… why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling okay? Huh? — he said softly but firmly.
— I just wanted... to do something nice with you. Not ruin the day.
He looked at her like his heart had been squeezed tight.
— You never ruin anything, sweetheart. Never.
— It just breaks me knowing you chose to suffer alone instead of letting me help.
He ran his fingers over her neck, then her shoulders, tenderly.
— Let me take care of you now, okay? Let’s go upstairs. Take a hot shower, eat something light, lie down together. Just us.
— Today you deserve comfort. And tomorrow too. And whenever you need it.
She rested her head on his chest, and he held her close, swaying gently like he was cradling the whole world.
They went up together. In the room, he prepared a warm bath for her, and while she was in the shower, he made toast with honey and chamomile tea. He placed everything on the corner table with a little note scribbled in his big handwriting:
“For my strongest girl in the world. Who now gets to be as weak as she wants.
With love, your Harry.”
When she came out of the shower, he was already lying in bed with his shirt laid out next to her pillow, waiting for her.
She laid down beside him, and Harry wrapped his arms around her like he was still trying to shield her from everything the day had thrown at her.
— Thank you for being this kind of love — she whispered.
He smiled, kissing her forehead, then her nose, then her lips — with such tenderness it felt like a promise.
— You’re my favorite kind of love, my beautiful princess.
And that night, between sighs and intertwined fingers, he stayed awake until he was sure her breathing was calm, steady, and safe.
Just like his heart only felt when she was at peace.
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Of Spilled Drinks and Spilled Truths (H.S One Shot +18)
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Summary: A weekend getaway with friends was supposed to be a break, but for Y/N and Harry, it becomes a turning point. After years of friendship riddled with unresolved feelings, some heated arguments gives way to confessions neither of them expected.
A/n: Hello, my loves! Here’s a smutty one shot with some good friends to enemies to lovers plot, i hope you all enjoy this!
Word count: 9.2k
Warnings: Smut, spitting, some confrontation between friends.
You needed a break—a well-deserved one. So when the group chat lit up with the message, “Roadtrip to Willowmist!” your eyes widened with excitement. Your 9-to-5 office job had been grinding you down, inch by inch, to the point where you’d even started contemplating quitting. But there were bills to pay: rent, groceries, your beat-up car, and a never-ending list of expenses that wouldn’t magically disappear.
Every year, you and your friends planned a road trip. And every couple of years, that road trip led to Willowmist—the cozy cabin owned by Eliza’s parents, who were generous enough to let your group use it whenever you needed an escape and the timing was perfect: it was May. The weather sat comfortably between warm and cool, ideal for hiking, swimming, and late-night bonfires.
Your friend group was a patchwork of personalities, a collection of memories, and an unshakable bond. Four girls and three boys: Aurora, Eliza, Harper, and you; Theo, Jasper, and Harry rounded out the crew. You’d been inseparable since high school. Even as life pulled you to different colleges and jobs, you’d stayed close, bound by shared histories and inside jokes that no one else could ever understand. At this point, you all knew too much about one another to ever drift apart—let alone become enemies. Normally, the trip always included all seven of you—plus the occasional “I’m seeing someone, can they come?” that inevitably added a new face to the mix.
You remembered how Aurora’s heart had been broken a dozen times (and how she still threw herself into love with reckless optimism), or the time Theo tripped and landed face-first in mud on the way to prom. Then there was Harper and Jasper’s ill-fated kiss—a spur-of-the-moment thing that had ended with Harper nearly gagging because, as she later admitted, she was into girls. None of you had known it at the time, but looking back, it made perfect sense.
And then there was you and Harry—the “typical friends” who, back in high school, everyone loved to tease about how cute of a couple you’d make. But that idea never quite stuck with either of you. After Aurora, Harry was the one you were closest to in the group. He was the friend you’d call and put on speaker whenever an Uber driver seemed a bit too sketchy. He was also the one who knew exactly how stubborn and moody you could get—and somehow, he never seemed to mind. Until recently. Lately, you and Harry had been clashing more often—not full-blown fights, but tense discussions that always seemed to end with you sighing, "I don’t really want to talk about this anymore," just to avoid things escalating into something worse. You weren’t entirely sure what had changed, but lately, Harry seemed irritated by almost everything you said. If you shared a funny video, he’d roll his eyes and mutter, “That’s lame. How can you even think that’s funny?” Or there was the time he showed you a picture of a redhead, casually mentioning, “This girl winked at me the other day,” to which you snapped back, “And? Like that means anything?” It was like every little exchange between you two had turned into a spark waiting to ignite.
The rest of the group had definitely noticed the growing tension between you and Harry. Whenever one of your “discussions” started, they’d jump in to ease the mood, steering the conversation before it could get too heated. Still, you couldn’t deny that you missed the late-night calls with him—those moments when you could rant about things that felt too personal or odd to share in public. But then again, you were stubborn. And giving in first? That just wasn’t your style.
Aurora: WILLOWMIST??? I’M IN!
Harper: I’m still seeing Becca. Can she come?
Eliza: Yes, of course! We have my car and Theo’s, but he’s bringing Cassie plus the food. I think we might need another car just in case.
Harry: Mine’s available too.
Theo: That’s settled then. Let’s meet at my place on Friday to arrange everything—rooms, cars, food, etc.
Aurora: YAY! I’m so excited!!
You were excited. You always had a great time on the annual road trip. Now all that was left was to ask your boss for vacation time, and in three weeks, you’d be enjoying margaritas with the girls while the boys attempted their best backflips into the lake—or whatever crazy stunt they wanted. You just needed a break.
When Friday arrived, you all gathered at Theo’s apartment, greeted everyone, and slid onto the couch next to Harry.
“What’s up, idiot?” he said, nudging your shoulder.
“What’s up, arsehole?” you replied with a smile.
This banter was your usual rhythm—teasing and familiar—but somewhere between these playful jabs and the more serious arguments, the line was starting to blur.
“Okayyy, here it is,” Eliza announced, passing around a sheet of paper. She was crazy organized when it came to the annual trip—laid out in neat detail were all the meals, groceries, how much each person would pay, gas expenses for each car, liquor—everything.
“This looks better than ever,” Jasper said. “What about the cars? Which one am I in?”
“You’re with most of the food—Cassie and Theo—in his car,” Eliza replied. “I’m with Harper, Aurora, and Becca. And Y/N goes with Harry in his car.”
Everyone turned to look at both of you with unreadable expressions. You and Harry exchanged glances, then looked back at the group.
“What?” you both said in unison.
“Nothing,” they murmured, and you frowned, sensing they knew something you didn’t.
As everyone agreed on Eliza’s plan, the group scattered—grabbing beers and drifting into conversations about everything and nothing. You found yourself in the kitchen with Harper, listening to Aurora ramble on about some new guy, laughing every time Aurora made one of those hopelessly smitten faces.
“Why don’t you just invite him?” you asked.
“Oh no, we’re not there yet,” Aurora replied. “BUT WE WILL BE.” And there was that face again.
“Rori… get a grip,” Harper said with a chuckle, taking a sip of her beer.
Aurora made a mock glare at Harper and sighed. “Are you sure you want to ride with Harry? I can switch spots with you.”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” you asked, confused.
“You two have been fighting a lot,” Harper said.
“Yeah, well, he’s been annoying lately. But if he can manage to not be annoying for four hours, I think I’m good,” you said with a casual shrug, as if it was no big deal.
“Right…” Harper said, smirking. “You both just need to shut up for four hours.” She chuckled, then flinched as Aurora playfully pinched her arm.
“Hey!” Harper protested.
“Girls,” you said, waving off the tension, “I swear it’s fine. Yeah, we’re not getting along like we used to, but that’s okay. We’re not going to kill each other in four hours.”
Harper laughed. “Well, if you say so. Just don’t come crying to us when you two end up yelling at each other halfway there.”
Aurora rolled her eyes but smiled. “Honestly, I think you guys need this trip more than anyone. Maybe some fresh air will remind you why you’ve been friends all these years.”
You glanced at Harry across the room, who was chatting quietly with Jasper. Despite the tension, you could still see that familiar spark in his eyes—the same one from all those years of friendship.
“Yeah,” you said, taking a deep breath. “Maybe this trip is exactly what we need.”
The thought made you feel a little lighter. For now, you pushed the worries aside and joined the others, ready to enjoy the night.
The night was winding down, and the group was slowly saying their goodbyes. You and Harry ended up together by his car, the quiet tension between you still lingering.
“Want a ride home?” he asked, opening the door for you.
You nodded and slid into the passenger seat. As he started the engine, there was a brief silence before he glanced over and said casually, “So, maybe after this trip, you’ll finally admit I was right about everything.”
You blinked, caught off guard, and opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Aurora’s voice came through the open window from where she was standing nearby.
“I think I’m taking Y/N home tonight. Don’t want you two turning a simple ride into a battlefield,” she said, opening your door.
Harry shot her a quick look, a half-smile tugging at his lips, and you let out an angry breath as his car left the driveway.
“Are you sure you don’t want to switch places with me?” said Aurora going to her car
“I’m sure, i’ll just get distracted with music or maybe i’ll sleep” you said
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The morning of the road trip was crisp and buzzing with excitement as everyone gathered at Jasper’s house. The driveway was a chaotic blend of backpacks, duffle bags, and coolers being shuffled between the cars. Harper and Becca were already snapping pictures by the front steps, while Eliza checked her meticulously detailed list for what felt like the tenth time.
“Alright, everyone, let’s make sure we’re not forgetting anything,” Eliza called, waving the list like a baton. “Food? Packed. Gas? Topped up. Harry?”
“What about me?” Harry asked, lugging a box of snacks toward his car.
“Just making sure you’re actually listening" Eliza teased, earning a small chuckle from Jasper.
“Y/N, have you met Becca yet?” Harper called out, motioning you over while Harry busied himself adjusting something in the trunk.
“Not officially,” you said, walking over.
“This is Becca, my girlfriend,” Harper said, her tone warm with pride. “Becca, this is Y/N, one of the best people I know, though a little too stubborn for her own good.”
You laughed and extended a hand. “Nice to meet you, Becca. Anyone who can put up with Harper’s karaoke marathons gets my respect.”
Becca chuckled, shaking your hand. “Nice to meet you too. I’ve heard plenty about this trip—it sounds like a blast.”
“Oh, it will be,” Eliza chimed in as she passed by, lugging a cooler. “Especially once we start roasting Theo at the bonfire. It’s tradition.”
Across the driveway, Cassie leaned over to Aurora with a sly grin. “Hey, is it just me, or is there something weird going on between Y/N and Harry?”
Aurora raised an eyebrow but didn’t look surprised. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know,” Cassie said, glancing toward Harry, who was now arguing with Theo about fitting a cooler into his car. “It’s like... charged, you know? Are they a thing?”
Aurora laughed, loud enough to catch your attention for a second before she waved you off. “Harry and Y/N? Please. They’ve been like that since high school. It’s their love language—bickering and driving each other insane.”
Cassie smirked. “So they’re not a thing?”
“Nope. They are now in an “i hate you” mood but give it time,” Aurora said with a wink before walking off to join Eliza.
Back by Harry’s car, he closed the trunk with a loud thud and looked at you expectantly. “Ready, or are you going to keep bonding with Harper’s girlfriend all morning?”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m all yours for the next four hours. Try not to cry from excitement.”
Harry smirked, opening the driver’s side door. “Trust me, I’ll manage.”
“Alright, people!” Theo’s voice boomed as he clapped his hands together. “Let’s hit the road before Eliza has a heart attack over her schedule.”
Everyone laughed as the final bags were loaded and doors slammed shut. As you buckled up, you heard Aurora shout from across the driveway, “Remember, no fighting! Or at least wait until we’re all out of earshot!”
The group chuckled as the caravan of cars started rolling out. You couldn’t help but glance at Harry, who had a small, knowing smile on his face.
This was going to be a long drive.
The morning sun was starting to peek over the horizon as Harry’s car merged onto the highway. The steady hum of the engine filled the silence between you, and for a while, neither of you said a word.
You stared out the window, watching the trees blur by. Harry tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road. The silence was heavy but not unbearable—at least, not yet.
“You want music or something?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Sure,” you said, reaching for the aux cable. You scrolled through your playlist, finally settling on something upbeat to lighten the mood. The opening chords of a pop song filled the car, and Harry let out a dramatic groan.
“This? Really?” he said, glancing at you with mock disapproval.
“What’s wrong with this?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s just… basic,” he said with a smirk.
You scoffed. “Coming from the guy who listens to dad rock like it’s still the ’80s?”
“Excuse me, dad rock is timeless,” he said, and for a moment, the tension lifted as you both chuckled.
A few minutes later, he glanced over at you. “So, are we going to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?” you said, feigning ignorance.
“The fact that we’ve can’t get along for weeks now,” he said bluntly.
You stiffened in your seat, not expecting him to bring it up so soon—or at all. “I didn’t know there was anything to talk about,” you said, keeping your tone light.
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You know what I mean. It’s like… everything I say pisses you off lately. And everything you say—”
“makes sense?” you interrupted, your voice sharper than you intended.
He glanced at you briefly before turning back to the road. The silence returned, heavier this time. The song ended, and the playlist moved on to another track, but neither of you made a move to acknowledge it. After a while, Harry spoke again, softer this time. “Look, I don’t want this trip to suck because we can’t figure out how to talk to each other anymore.”
You looked at him, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. “Me neither,” you admitted quietly.
It wasn’t an apology, not yet, but it was a start.
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Eliza’s car was buzzing with chatter and laughter as they sped along the highway. Aurora was leaning back with her feet propped up on the dashboard, while Harper and Becca were cozied up in the backseat. Music played softly in the background, but the main soundtrack was their conversation.
“So,” Aurora began, twisting in her seat to look at the others. “Is it just me, or is something definitely brewing between Y/N and Harry?”
Harper chuckled, resting her head on Beccar’s shoulder. “Brewing, as in tension so thick you could cut it with a knife? or brewing as if they are probably becoming the biggest enemies ever?”
“Exactly!” Aurora exclaimed, waving her hand dramatically. “They’ve been at each other’s throats, but like… there’s something there, right?”
Harper rolled her eyes but smirked. “Oh, totally. Y/N swears it’s just because Harry’s being ‘annoying,’ but she gets so worked up over it. You don’t react like that unless you care.”
“Or unless he’s genuinely annoying,” Becca teased
Eliza, who had been quietly listening, finally chimed in. “Okay, okay, but hear me out—I might know something.”
All three of them turned to her, eyes wide with curiosity.
“What do you mean ‘know something’?” Harper pressed, leaning forward in her seat.
“Well…” Eliza hesitated, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Remember last year’s trip to Brighton?”
“Yeah?” Aurora said, practically bouncing in her seat.
“I overheard Harry talking to Theo one night,” Eliza said, glancing at the others for dramatic effect. “He said something like, ‘It’s frustrating how she doesn’t see it.’”
“See what?” Aurora gasped, clutching her chest as though this were the most scandalous thing she’d ever heard. “”She” as in Y/N?”
“That’s the thing—I don’t know!” Eliza replied, laughing. “But he sounded serious. And you know Harry never talks about his feelings unless he’s pushed to the brink. AND, who would he be talking about to Theo?
Harper’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, that’s interesting...What if he’s into her and just doesn’t know how to deal with it?”
“That would explain why they’ve been so weird lately,” Becca added. “It’s like they’re trying to keep things normal, but it’s not working.”
Aurora clapped her hands together. “This is better than a rom-com. I’m calling it now—they’re either going to kill each other or finally kiss on this trip.”
“I’m betting on the kiss,” Eliza said with a knowing smirk.
“Should we meddle?” Harper asked, half-joking.
“Absolutely not,” Eliza said, shaking her head. “They need to figure this out on their own. Besides, the fireworks are way more fun to watch from the sidelines.”
The car erupted into laughter as they all imagined the chaos that might unfold, their gossip making the drive pass in no time.
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The hum of the car engine filled the silence between you and Harry. The tension was palpable, like a balloon stretched too tight, ready to pop at the slightest provocation. Both of you seemed acutely aware of it, navigating this territory of forced civility.
“So,” you started, fiddling with the zipper of your jacket. “Eliza’s car looked packed. Wonder if they’ll even have room for their bags once they hit the liquor store.”
Harry let out a dry chuckle, his eyes focused on the road. “Knowing Eliza, she’s already calculated the exact cubic inches of trunk space available.”
You smiled slightly but didn’t laugh. “Yeah… probably.”
Another beat of silence.
“Did you, uh, bring anything for the cabin? Snacks or whatever?” Harry asked, his tone deliberately neutral.
“Yeah, a couple of bags of chips and some candy,” you said. “Not that it’ll matter with Aurora and Theo around—they’ll eat it all by day two.”
“True,” he said with a faint smirk. “I brought some stuff too. Protein bars and trail mix.”
You snorted before you could stop yourself. “Trail mix? Are you eighty?”
Harry shot you a look, his brow arching. “Excuse me for being practical.”
“I’m just saying, nobody ever gets excited about trail mix,” you said, trying to keep your tone light but failing to hide the underlying edge.
“Yeah, well, nobody gets excited about chips for the fifth year in a row, either,” he countered, his voice a little sharper than he probably intended.
You both fell silent again, the air in the car thickening.
This was it—the moment you both knew could spiral into yet another argument. But instead of pushing further, you bit your tongue, staring out the window.
Harry exhaled heavily, gripping the steering wheel. “This is stupid.”
You glanced at him, your brow furrowing. “What is?”
“This,” he said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “Tiptoeing around each other, trying not to say anything that’ll set the other off. It’s exhausting. You’re exhausting.”
You folded your arms across your chest. “Well, maybe if you didn’t always have to have the last word—”
“There it is,” he interrupted, Harry’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight. He pulled the car off the road into a small clearing, gravel crunching loudly under the tires. The sudden stop made your body jerk forward slightly
“What the hell are you doing?” you snapped, your voice rising with the frustration that had been bubbling beneath the surface.
Harry turned to face you, his green eyes sharp and stormy. “I’m tired of this, Y/N. I’m tired of the constant bickering, the walking on eggshells, the... whatever this is!” He gestured wildly between you both, his voice rising in exasperation.
You blinked, taken aback by his outburst, but your own stubbornness flared up. “Oh, so this is my fault now? You’re the one who’s been acting like everything I say is a personal attack!”
Harry scoffed, running a hand through his curls in frustration. “Maybe because half the time it feels like one! You can’t even make a joke without it sounding like you’re trying to one-up me.”
You glared at him, heat rising in your cheeks. “Oh, please. You’ve been nitpicking everything I do for weeks, Harry! And for what? To make yourself feel better?”
“I’m not—” he started, but then stopped himself, taking a deep breath. His jaw tightened as he looked away. “I’m not trying to make myself feel better, okay? I just—”
“What?” you pressed, your voice softer now but still firm.
“Nothing,” he said quietly, restarting the car and merging back onto the road.
You were mad, but with an hour still left in the drive, you decided against saying anything else. Exhaustion was setting in, and all you wanted now was a bit of calm before reaching the cabin.
The silence stretched between you and Harry for the rest of the drive, thick with unspoken words. Neither of you tried to break it, too stubborn or too tired to make the first move. Outside, the trees blurred by, but inside the car, the tension was almost suffocating.
Finally, the cabin appeared, surrounded by tall pines and the quiet sounds of nature. One by one, the other cars pulled into the gravel driveway, laughter and chatter filling the air.
Aurora was the first to jump out, her bright smile unaware of the mood between you two. “We’re officially here, and we all are alive and ready!” she called cheerfully.
You didn’t respond. Instead, you quickly opened the door, stepped out, and headed straight for the cabin, slamming the front door behind you.
Aurora froze, then gave an awkward laugh. “Well… almost,” she said, glancing at everyone, who looked just as uncomfortable
Harry sighed heavily, resting his head on the steering wheel before looking over at Theo, who met his gaze with quiet understanding. Theo knew what was wrong—and so did Harry.
The group exchanged uneasy looks, the happy arrival now tinged with tension no one quite knew how to ease.
Aurora caught the look Harry gave Theo and immediately picked up on the unspoken message. She bit her lip, nodding subtly to herself as if filing it away for later.
She stepped back from the group, pretending to check her phone but really watching Harry’s car. Something was definitely off.
As everyone started unpacking, the usual buzz of activity returned. Jasper and Theo carried most of the groceries inside, while Eliza directed who should bring what where. Harper and Becca helped organize bags and handed out snacks and drinks. Laughter and chatter floated through the air, easing some of the earlier tension.
Aurora lingered nearby and after a moment, she quietly excused herself from the group and headed your way. She knocked gently on the door before stepping in.
You looked up, surprise flickering across your face but your frustration was still evident.
“Hey,” Aurora said softly. “You okay?”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Just needed a minute.”
Aurora gave a small smile and sat down beside you. “If you want to talk or need anything, I’m here.”
“We had an argument…again” you said
“I know…about what this time?” Aurora said coming near you and sitting on the bed next to yours
“About everything, nonsense stupid stuff…” you said sighing “i really think this is it..this is were our friendship comes to an end”
Aurora’s eyes softened as she looked at you. “Hey, don’t say that. Friendships go through rough patches all the time. You two have been through so much together—this can’t be the end.”
You shook your head, feeling the weight of it all. “It just feels different now. Like we’re not even on the same page anymore. Every little thing sets us off.”
Aurora reached out and gently squeezed your hand. “Maybe you both just need some space to breathe. Sometimes distance helps clear the fog.”
You looked down at your hands, considering. “Maybe… but it still hurts.”
“I get it,” Aurora said softly. “But you’re not alone in this, okay? We all want this trip to be good—for you, for Harry, for everyone.”
You let out a shaky breath, grateful for her presence. “Thanks, Rori”
Aurora gave you a reassuring smile before standing up. “Come on, let’s get out there. Eliza’s schedule says today is a free day—no planned activities. Perfect chance to just relax and breathe.”
You nodded and followed her out of the room, the tension in your chest easing just a little. Downstairs, the others were unpacking and settling in. The cabin already smelled like pine and wood smoke, a comforting scent that reminded you why this place was special.
Some of the group were organizing groceries, laughing as they juggled bags of snacks, drinks, and supplies. Theo was stacking firewood near the porch while Jasper and Harper were debating which music to play first.
Eliza was busy organizing the kitchen, checking off items on her meticulously planned list, while Becca was chatting animatedly with Cassie near the windows.
You found yourself drifting outside, the fresh air filling your lungs. Aurora stayed close, leaning against the railing beside you. For the first time in days, things felt a little lighter. Across the door, you caught Harry’s eye for just a moment. He looked away quickly, and you did the same, neither of you daring to break the fragile silence.
No words were exchanged between you two — just a shared glance heavy with everything left unsaid. The tension lingered, but for now, it stayed unspoken as the day slowly unwound around you.
In the Kitchen Theo grabbed Harry’s arm gently but firmly, pulling him aside near the pantry “Harry, man, what the hell…,” Theo said quietly, locking eyes with him. “Look, I get it — things with you and Y/N have been rough lately. But this silence, the cold shoulders, the snappy comments? It’s killing whatever’s left of you two.”
Harry ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt mixing on his face. “It’s complicated, Theo. I don’t even know how to fix this. Every time I try to talk, it just ends up worse.” he whispered
Theo shook his head slowly. “That’s exactly why you have to try. If you don’t say what’s on your mind, what’s really bothering you… you’re just building a wall between you two that only gets higher. You risk losing her forever.”
Harry’s voice dropped. “What if I say something and it backfires? What if it’s too late?”
Theo’s gaze hardened a bit, but his tone stayed calm. “Then you deal with it. But at least you’ll know you tried. Because not saying anything? That’s giving up without a fight. And you’re not that kind of guy. God, do you really like her? go on and fix this mess”
Harry sighed deeply, looking over at the cabin where you were. “I just don’t want to make her feel worse. She deserves better than the mess I’ve become.”
Theo placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “None of us are perfect. But being honest — that’s how you show you care. That you’re willing to be vulnerable. You owe it to her, and to yourself.”
Harry nodded, swallowing hard.
Night had finally fallen over the cabin, the sky a deep navy blanket speckled with stars. Inside, the group had gathered around the large wooden table in the living room, the soft glow of lanterns and fairy lights creating a cozy atmosphere.
Eliza brought out an old, well-loved board game she’d packed—a classic everyone enjoyed. The clatter of dice and the occasional burst of laughter slowly chipped away at the day’s lingering tension. Harry and you found yourselves sitting across from each other, the game forcing a casual proximity neither had expected. For a while, the conversation was light—teasing jokes about who was the worst at strategy and who always made the boldest moves.
As the game progressed, the distance between you started to shrink, the walls built by earlier arguments slowly softening under the shared moments and friendly competition.
Occasionally, your eyes met across the table, and though neither said a word.
But then
Harper rolled her eyes and said, “It’s not fair! I should be the one winning — you’re all just ganging up on me.”
You and Harry both blurted out at the same time, “Well, maybe you shouldn’t be so bad at it.”
Everyone froze for a second, surprised by the identical replies. Jasper laughed and said, “Alright, alright, no team-ups! Let’s keep playing.”
The group quickly moved on, throwing dice and debating moves, but Harry and you exchanged a lingering look, the unspoken tension hanging in the air between you. Just as the moment stretched, Jasper, laughing too hard, accidentally knocked over his beer. The amber liquid splashed right onto your lap.
“Oh no, sorry!” Jasper exclaimed, reaching for napkins.
You stood up quickly, brushing at your pants. “Classic Jasper, I'll go clean this up,” you said, trying to keep your frustration in check.
Theo caught Harry’s eye from across the room and gave him a meaningful look — one that said, Go check on her. Harry immediately stood up and went to the kitchen, where he found you pressing a damp cloth against your shorts, trying to clean the stain. He stood there for a moment, saying nothing. The nerves were building up inside him—so this was it, he thought. Gathering his courage to speak, he was surprised when you beat him to it.
“Go ahead,” you blurted out. “You can say I look like I pissed myself.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” he replied softly.
“Sure you weren’t,” you said, rolling your eyes with a hint of sarcasm.
“Can we talk?” he asked quietly.
“Talk? Like the talk we had on the way here?” you shot back.
“No, I mean…” he sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Okay, then. Let’s just not talk. Just hear me out.”
“And why would I want to hear you?” you challenged.
“Please? Just… give me two minutes, and then you can even slap me if you want,” he pleaded.
The silence between you was thick, broken only by the faint laughter and chatter from the living room. You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring at Harry with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion.
“Two minutes,” you said sharply. “Go.”
Harry nodded, exhaling deeply as he ran a hand through his hair. His nerves were on edge, and for a moment, he looked like he might bolt instead of speak. But then, he met your eyes, his jaw tightening as if steeling himself.
“I know I’ve been an ass,” he began, his voice low. “I know I’ve said things that hurt you, and I know I’ve pushed you away—probably more than you deserved. But it’s not because I hate you, or because I don’t care.”
You raised an eyebrow, your arms tightening across your chest, but you stayed silent.
“It’s the opposite,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before he looked back at you. “I’ve been pushing you away because I started to feel… things I wasn’t ready for. Things I didn’t know how to handle. And instead of dealing with it like a normal person, I acted like an idiot.”
“Harry,” you said softly, unsure of where this was going.
He took a step closer, the weight of his words visibly pressing on him. “I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I thought if I could keep things the way they were, if I could just bury it, we’d be fine. But I can’t anymore. Because somewhere along the way, I started falling in love with you.”
The words hung in the air, his confession knocking the wind out of you. Your breath hitched, your mind scrambling to process what he’d just said. You searched his face for any hint of hesitation or insincerity, but all you saw was raw, unfiltered honesty.
“You…” you began, your voice trembling. “You’re in love with me?”
“Yes,” he said simply, his eyes never leaving yours. “And I know I’ve done everything wrong. I know I’ve hurt you, and I don’t expect you to feel the same way. But I couldn’t keep it in anymore. You deserved to know.”
Your heart thudded in your chest, the walls you’d carefully built around yourself cracking under the weight of his confession. A part of you wanted to lash out, to throw his words back at him for all the hurt he’d caused. But another part—the part that had always held a soft spot for him—wanted to believe he was telling the truth.
“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, your arms falling to your sides.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly. “I just needed you to hear it. To know that everything I’ve done—even the stupid, hurtful stuff—came from a place I didn’t understand until now.”
The sound of footsteps in the hallway broke the moment. Theo’s voice called out, “You two alive in there? The game’s getting intense, and Harper’s threatening to flip the board.”
Harry gave a faint smile, his eyes still locked on yours. “We’re fine,” he called back before lowering his voice. “I’ll give you space if that’s what you need. Just… don’t shut me out completely. Please.”
You nodded slowly, the weight of his confession settling over you as he stepped back, giving you the room to breathe.
For the first time in what felt like forever, the tension between you wasn’t suffocating. It was heavy, yes, but there was something else there now—a flicker of possibility, of hope.
You returned to the living room, the hum of chatter and laughter greeting you as you stepped inside. The group was still gathered around the board game, arguing playfully over the rules. It all seemed normal, like nothing had changed—but for you and Harry, everything had.
Aurora caught your eye first, her brow furrowing slightly as she noticed the look on your face. You quickly glanced away, not ready for questions. Sitting back down in your spot, you tried to blend back in, but the weight of Harry’s confession was impossible to ignore. Harry followed a few moments later, taking his seat with a small, relieved exhale. He avoided looking directly at you, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to have eased ever so slightly.
Theo, ever perceptive, glanced between the two of you. His lips quirked into a subtle, knowing smile before he turned his attention back to the game.
Harper noticed something too, narrowing her eyes as she pointed her game piece accusingly at Harry. “You’ve got that look,” she said teasingly. “Like you just got away with something.”
“What look?” Harry asked, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he avoided the trap.
“The smug one,” Jasper chimed in, grinning. “But then again, you always look like that.”
The group laughed, and you used the moment to ground yourself, focusing on the lighthearted banter. The tension wasn’t gone, but it had shifted. Instead of anger and frustration, there was now a strange, unspoken understanding between you and Harry—an acknowledgment that something had cracked open.
Aurora leaned over slightly, her voice low as she nudged you with her elbow. “You good?”
“Yeah,” you said quickly, forcing a small smile. “Just tired.”
She didn’t press, but her eyes lingered on you for a beat longer before she shrugged and joined the game again. The evening wore on, and the atmosphere gradually lightened. Drinks were poured, jokes were made, and for a moment, you almost forgot the storm swirling in your mind. Almost.
Across the room, Harry caught your gaze. It wasn’t intentional—just a fleeting moment when your eyes met. But in that split second, everything he’d said in the kitchen came rushing back. You could see it in his expression: the relief, the vulnerability, and maybe even a flicker of hope. You looked away quickly, your stomach twisting into knots. The rest of the group might not have known what had happened between you two, but they could sense the difference. It was subtle but undeniable, a shift in the air that no one dared to point out directly.
For now, the game continued, the laughter grew louder, and the night pressed on. But beneath it all, the conversation in the kitchen lingered, an unspoken thread tying you and Harry together in a way that neither of you could ignore.
The cabin had finally quieted down for the night. The distant sound of crickets outside the window filled the room, a gentle reminder of how far removed you were from the chaos of the city—and the chaos of your own thoughts. Lying on your bed, you stared up at the wooden ceiling, replaying the conversation with Harry over and over again. His words were etched into your mind, the way his voice cracked slightly when he confessed: “I started to fall in love with you.”
Your chest tightened at the memory, a cocktail of emotions swirling within you. Anger, confusion, disbelief—but above all, the undeniable realization that you felt something too.
You squeezed your eyes shut, frustrated with yourself. After all the fights, the snide comments, the years of stubbornness between you two, how could it have come to this? But the truth was impossible to deny: somewhere along the way, you had fallen for him too. You hated admitting it, even to yourself. It felt like losing a battle you didn’t even know you were fighting. Yet, there it was—the tug in your chest whenever he looked at you, the way your heart raced during those rare moments when you weren’t at each other’s throats.
A soft knock on the door broke your thoughts.
Your heart jumped, and for a moment, you froze, staring at the shadow under the door.
“Y/N?”
Harry’s voice was quiet, tentative.
You sat up slowly, your pulse quickening. For a second, you debated ignoring him, pretending to be asleep, anything to delay the inevitable. But deep down, you knew you couldn’t avoid him forever.
“Yeah?” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pause before he replied. “Can I come in?”
You hesitated, your fingers gripping the edge of the blanket. Taking a deep breath, you managed to find your voice.
“Okay.”
The door creaked open, and Harry stepped inside, his expression unreadable in the dim light. He stood there for a moment, as if unsure what to say or do.
“I know it’s late,” he started, his voice soft. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about… everything.”
Harry stood just inside the door, his hands in his pockets, looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. His usual confidence was absent, replaced by a quiet uncertainty.
You nodded toward the chair by the window. “Sit.”
He hesitated for a moment, then moved to the chair, dragging it closer to the bed but not too close. He sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and you could see the tension in his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. “For everything. For pushing you away. For being such an idiot half the time.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the rawness in his tone.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the floor. “I don’t know when it happened, or how, but somewhere along the line, I stopped just… seeing you as my best friend. And I got scared, Y/N. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I kept messing things up.”
You stayed quiet, letting him speak.
“All those fights, the stupid things I’d say—it wasn’t because I hated you. It was because I didn’t know how to handle what I was feeling. And I thought maybe if I pushed you far enough away, I could stop feeling like this.” He looked up at you then, his green eyes searching yours. “But it didn’t work. It just made me miserable. And I know I’ve probably ruined everything, but I had to tell you. You deserve to know.”
You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. For once, there was no sarcasm, no walls between you two. Just Harry, laying it all out there.
“I don’t even know what to say,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “This—this changes everything, Harry.”
“I know,” he said quickly, leaning forward. “And I don’t expect you to feel the same way. I just—I needed you to know. Whatever happens next, it’s up to you. I just couldn’t keep pretending anymore.”
The room fell into silence again, the weight of his confession hanging in the air.
“I hated you,” you said suddenly, your voice trembling. Harry flinched, but you shook your head. “Not really. But I wanted to. It would’ve been easier if I did. Because the truth is, I think I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I just didn’t want to admit it either.”
His eyes widened, hope flickering in them.
“But you drive me insane,” you continued, a small, incredulous laugh escaping you. “And I’ve spent so much time convincing myself that you and I could never work that I don’t even know where to start, and maybe that’s why i wanted to be right all the time”
“We can figure it out,” he said, his voice steady now. “I know I’ve been an ass, but I want to try. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
You stared at him, the sincerity in his voice breaking down the last of your defenses.
“Okay,” you whispered.
“Okay?” he repeated, almost as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Yeah,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Harry’s grin softened as he looked at you, his gaze lingering just a moment too long. The air between you shifted again, the tension returning but of a completely different kind. It was warm, electrified, as if the room itself was holding its breath. He stood slowly, moving closer to where you sat on the bed. His eyes never left yours, searching for any sign that you might change your mind or pull away.
“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice low and cautious, like he was treading on fragile ground.
You didn’t answer. Instead, you leaned forward, quickly, closing the space between you in a movement so instinctive it surprised you both. When your lips met, it was hesitant at first, a testing of boundaries, but that hesitation didn’t last long. Harry’s hands cupped your face, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a release of everything unsaid, every argument, every stolen glance, every moment of yearning that had gone unspoken until now.
Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging lightly, and he groaned against your lips, the sound sending shivers down your spine. His touch was gentle yet demanding, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real but wasn’t about to let it go.
When you broke apart, breathless and flushed, his forehead rested against yours, and his eyes fluttered open to meet your gaze.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice hoarse, the vulnerability in his eyes unmistakable.
Instead of answering, you tugged him back down, your lips meeting his again with more urgency this time. You shifted back on the bed, and Harry followed, his weight pressing down on you in a way that felt grounding, solid, and intoxicating all at once.
His kisses trailed from your lips to your jaw, then down your neck, leaving a path of warmth that made your skin tingle. Your hands moved restlessly, exploring the breadth of his shoulders, the curve of his back, as if trying to memorize every part of him.
“Y/N,” he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with reverence and restraint.
You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your breathing uneven. “Harry,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within you. In one swift motion, you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your chest bare. You had never been a fan of wearing a bra to bed, and the soft glow of the moonlight cast an intimate light over your exposed skin.
“Fuck,” Harry murmured, his voice low and rough as his gaze fell to your bare chest. His eyes darkened, and his lips parted slightly as he took in the sight before him. A wave of desire coursed through him, his body responding instinctively. Without hesitation, he leaned down, his lips capturing your left nipple. His tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, drawing a sharp gasp from you. At the same time, his hand slid up to your other breast, his fingers kneading gently yet firmly. “Are you sure?” he mumbled against your breast
“If you ask me again, I swear…” you murmured, your voice already breathless and tinged with pleasure.
Harry paused, his fingers teasingly slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts. His voice was steady but laced with restraint. “I need vocal consent,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours. “I need to know this isn’t just out of lust.”
Your body ached with anticipation, and your frustration spilled out in a desperate plea. “Harry, I swear, if you don’t fuck me right now—”
A grin tugged at his lips. “That’s good enough,” he whispered before crashing his mouth against yours, his kiss igniting every nerve in your body. Harry tugged at the elastic of your shorts, and you quickly wriggled out of them, your hands already moving to his shirt. You broke the kiss just long enough for him to pull it over his head, and your eyes lingered for a moment, taking him in. His well-built frame, the tattoos scattered across his skin, and… the undeniable bulge straining against his pants. You’d always known he was big—years of seeing him in wet swim shorts that left far too little to the imagination had made that impossible to ignore.
Before you could dwell on it, Harry’s lips found yours again with an urgency that made your head spin. His kiss was intoxicating, almost desperate, as though he feared you might disappear if this was nothing but a dream. One of his hands kneaded your ass, pulling you impossibly closer, while your fingers tugged at the waistband of his trousers, eager to free him of the last barrier between you, Harry quickly pushed his trousers and briefs down in one smooth motion, letting his throbbing cock spring free, the tip flushed and glistening as it slapped against his abdomen. The sight made your breath hitch, a mix of nerves and anticipation pooling in your stomach.
“Fuck!” he groaned, closing his eyes and quickly looking away.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, frowning as you held onto his shoulders.
“I don’t have condoms,” he admitted quietly.
“I don’t either,” you said, the realization hitting you. “Theo might have some—he’s here with Cassie,” you added desperately.
“I can’t just ask him for condoms now. What am I even supposed to say?”
“Fuck…” you breathed out. “I’m clean, I swear. Haven’t gotten laid in the last six months, and my last screen came back clean.”
“I’m clean too. I can show you—I have it on my phone,” he said, looking around for his phone. But before he could reach for it, you cupped his face in your hands.
“I trust you,” you said softly. That meaning more than just trusting him on that specific thing. “I’m on the pill as well.”
He hesitated for a moment, then muttered, “Are you… fuck,” before snapping, and crashing his lips onto yours again.
One hand wrapped around his length, pumping slowly at the base, while the other found the damp fabric of your thong. Tugging it aside, his fingers quickly became slick with your arousal, making you whimper softly at the sensation.
“Shit,” he breathed, pushing two fingers slowly inside you. A small moan escaped your lips. “You’re a fucking dream,” he murmured, pressing his forehead gently against yours. “Look at me,” he whispered as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“I need you,” you gasped, voice trembling with need.
Harry’s eyes darkened with hunger as he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste you. “Fucking sweet” he whispered against your skin.
He positioned himself carefully, lips trailing hot kisses down your neck, each touch setting you aflame. Every second stretched, filled with raw, aching anticipation, dragging his tip through your folds, slowly
“Harry” you whimpered
And he finally entered you, slow and deliberate, you both froze for a moment, breathing each other in, hearts pounding in unison.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned, moving with growing intensity, every thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. “So fucking tight.”
You moaned at the feeling of him inside you, stretched perfectly, hitting every needy spot. “Yes… fffu—” your voice grew louder until he placed a hand gently over your mouth.
“As much as I want to hear those delicious sounds you make,” he murmured, pumping slowly, “we’re too close to Aurora and Eliza’s room.”
You cursed silently, desperate to scream out in pleasure. You knew you were loud, so keeping quiet was going to be a real challenge. He began thrusting into you faster, filled with urgent need, feeling every inch of you. “You’re perfect... so good for me,” he groaned.
“Fuck me harder,” you mumbled against his hand.
“Harder? That’s how you like it, love? Hard?” he asked, driving his thrusts with more force.
“Yes… yes, I like it hard,” you managed to say, but before you could say more, he slid two fingers into your mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded, locking his gaze on you, and you gladly obeyed “Look at me” he said still lost in pleasure “you look amazing like this”
He pulled back, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness, your lips still tingling from the contact.
“Turn around,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent, as he gently helped you shift. His gaze raked over your curves, lingering on your ass for a moment before he delivered a sharp, teasing spank. With a slow, deliberate motion, he tugged your thong aside again, exposing your swollen, puffy core that ached with need. Without hesitation, he spat a warm drop of saliva onto you, the wetness spreading and glistening under the dim light. Then, with a powerful thrust, he sank back inside you, filling you completely once more.
His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding each deep, powerful thrust as he set a relentless pace. You bit your lip to keep from crying out but some moans escaped your mouth, the heat and pleasure crashing over you in waves.
“God, fucking pussy all mine,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. His mouth found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses while his hips slammed into yours.
You arched back, your fingers digging into the sheets as he stretched you perfectly, hitting every sensitive spot. The room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your shallow breaths.
“Harry,” you gasped, barely able to hold back, “please, don’t stop.”
He smiled against your skin, a rough, hungry smile. “Say it again” looking down at where your bodies merged
“Harry…” you whispered, voice trembling, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips began to lift involuntarily, matching his rhythm as waves of pleasure started to ripple from deep inside you. “i’m….i’m about to”
you moaned
His hand slid from your hip to grip your waist tightly, anchoring you as your body tensed, muscles clenched.The heat in your core became unbearable, a delicious pressure pulsing and tightening until it felt like you were about to shatter. Your breath came in short gasps, your heart pounding so loud it felt like it would burst through your chest. “Come…come all over my cock” he murmured against your skin, voice rough but steady. And then—release. A shudder tore through you, your muscles spasming around him as waves of bliss crashed over your body. You cried out softly, the sound muffled by the pillow, your entire being consumed by pleasure. He kept moving, slow and sure, prolonging the moment, grounding you as you rode out the tremors of your orgasm. Still buried deep inside you, Harry’s own control snapped. With a low, guttural groan, his hips jerked harder, driving into you with desperate need. His breath hitched, and his grip on your waist tightened as the tension built to an unbearable peak.
“Fuck—” he gasped, his voice rough and raw, before his body tensed and he spilled inside you, every shuddering thrust fueling the powerful release. You felt him fill you completely, hot cum now drenching your insides, warmth spreading through you as he held you close, grounding both of you in that intense, intimate moment.
Slowly, his movements softened, and he collapsed gently beside you, forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily, connected and utterly spent.
You stayed still for a moment, your breaths mingling in the quiet room. The tension that had hung so heavily between you felt like it had finally begun to melt away. Harry’s heartbeat was steady against your skin, grounding you in the here and now.
“I’ve wanted that for a long time,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
You looked up at him, your eyes shining with a mixture of relief and something softer—something hopeful. “Me too,” you admitted, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.
He smiled, a tired but genuine curve of his lips. “Maybe this is the start of figuring things out. Together.”
You nodded, leaning into him, feeling warmth spread through you—not just from the moment you’d shared, but from the possibility of what could come next.
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The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the cabin windows as everyone bustled around the kitchen, the smell of coffee and frying bacon filling the air. Plates clattered, eggs sizzled, and casual chatter floated through the room, but there was an unspoken agreement—no one was quite ready to bring up what had happened the night before.
You and Harry sat a bit apart on the sofa, exchanging shy smiles and quiet giggles, both pretending to focus on the morning but clearly still wrapped up in your own bubble. Last night was still a secret between both. Or so you thought.
Suddenly, Aurora appeared in the kitchen frowning “Thanks, Theo and Cassie, for fucking so loudly last night,” she said loudly, teasing. “I couldn’t even mute the sounds with my noise-cancelling headphones.”
Everyone froze, exchanging confused glances. Cassie blinked, genuinely puzzled. “We didn’t fuck last night. I was too tired—I fell asleep pretty quickly,” she replied, her voice calm.
Everyone was confused, if Theo and Cassie didn’t fuck and Aurora was certain he heard a male and female voice then…
All eyes swung toward you and Harry on the sofa.
“They’re looking at us” you said whispering
“They are stupid don’t worry” he said making you giggle
In fact, they weren’t, they immediately knew everything.
CW: Alcohol consumption, public intoxication, suggestive sexual behavior in public, light dominance/submission dynamics, clingy Y/N.
Synopsis: A night in rome with a very drunk clingy Y/N.
You were wearing a white lace dress, with your hair tied loosely back, a few strands slipping free to frame your flushed face. The streets hummed around you, but you weren’t really paying attention to anything except Harry, well, Harry and the icy drink in your hand.
The cobblestone streets of Rome glistened under soft amber lights. It had rained briefly earlier that evening, just enough to coat the city in a sheen that made every step feel cinematic.
You were tipsy. Gloriously, gigglingly tipsy.
Harry leaned back against the wall of the trattoria you’d all just left, the collar of his blue shirt slightly undone, the hem of his trousers brushing his ankles. He was sipping slowly, his other hand tucked into his pocket, eyes watching you with that amused, adoring little smile.
Alessandro Michele was standing nearby with an arm lazily draped around his partner. He was telling some story to the group gathered around, all talking over one another.
But you were entirely fixated on your boyfriend.
You took a sip of your cocktail, lips pursing. “Why is this so good?” you said, stumbling a little as you reached Harry. You clung to his side, wrapping your free arm around his waist like you needed him to stay upright.
Harry chuckled, low and patient. “Because it’s your fourth one, bunny.”
You smiled dreamily. “It’s not my fourth.”
“It is.” He slid your glass gently from your hand. “And that’s enough, lovie.”
You blinked up at him, swaying just slightly on your feet. “You’re mean.”
“I know.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek. “But you’ll thank me in the morning.”
You wrapped your arms tighter around him, hands gliding over the silk of his shirt, and buried your face in his neck. “You smell so good,” you whispered, then nuzzled in deeper and left a slow, open-mouthed kiss just beneath his jaw.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away or tell you to behave. Just let you nuzzle and nip at the soft skin beneath his ear, your lips brushing just beneath his jaw as if you were trying to memorize the shape of him with your mouth. You were delicate at first, barely-there kisses, your breath warm and sweet against his skin, but then your teeth grazed him, playful and a little greedy, and he made a low sound that barely passed as a laugh.
Still, he didn’t stop you.
His arm wrapped more securely around your waist, hand warm and steady against the small of your back, his thumb drawing slow, grounding circles. He was still listening to Alessandro and laughing softly with the others, nodding along, but every now and then, his hand would slide just a little lower, soothing, steadying, as your lips trailed along his neck with lazy devotion.
You kept going, half-draped over him, mouthing at the skin above his collarbone, barely noticing how your lip gloss had smudged just a little. You pressed another kiss to the side of his neck, then did it again, just because you could.
Harry tilted his head to the side slightly, offering you more space, still not saying anything. He didn’t need to. His body was so relaxed, like this was just second nature, letting his tipsy girl crawl all over him in the middle of a Roman alley while he chatted with old friends.
Every now and then, his fingers would tighten at your waist, squeezing gently when you got a bit too close to his collar or a little too sharp with your teeth. But he didn’t move you away. He just kept talking.
At one point, Giovanni, Alessandro’s partner, caught Harry’s eye and raised a brow with a knowing smirk.
“She’s had fun tonight,” Harry said smoothly, not missing a beat. He kissed the top of your head without even looking. “Haven’t you, bun?”
You hummed in reply, completely blissed out against his neck, lips still grazing skin as if it was the only thing tethering you to the ground.
Then you said softly, right against his skin: “You taste good too.”
That was when Harry finally blinked and let out a quiet laugh.
You kissed him again, then again, sloppier this time, hot lips dragging across the column of his throat. “Can we go back home?” you murmured.
“Not yet, bun.”
“Wanna be alone with you.”
“I know you do.” His voice was still gentle, but there was a warning edge to it. You’d pushed past that edge.
Your hand slid down, tracing the front of his shirt, nails dragging lightly, until you reached the waistband of his trousers. You giggled, brushing the heel of your palm over the slight bulge in his pants.
His eyes widened. “Jesus,” he muttered, laughter bursting from him as he quickly grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand away. “You’re gonna get us arrested.”
“But it’s Rome,” you whispered with a giggle. “They’re romantic here.”
“Yeah, not that romantic,” he said, still laughing.
You pouted, leaning up to kiss him again. This time it was full-on, your mouth open, messy, hungry.
Your lips found his like it was the only thing in the world you could focus on. You tilted your head and opened wider, tongue brushing his, fingers tangling into the collar of his shirt as you pressed up on your toes to reach him fully.
Harry let you kiss him. Let you take and take, groaning softly into your mouth as one of his hands came up to cradle the back of your head, steadying you. His other arm stayed looped around your waist, keeping you anchored, flush to him. His fingers curled at your lower back again, a slow, reassuring stroke up and down, up and down.
Around you, no one paid much attention. The group had splintered into smaller conversations, Alessandro now theatrically reenacting something with wide hand gestures, everyone too caught up in their own tipsy laughter and stories to care that you were practically devouring your boyfriend in the street.
You whimpered softly into his mouth, angling yourself closer, knee slipping between his, and Harry chuckled again, deep in his chest.
“You’re a menace tonight,” he murmured against your lips.
But he still didn’t stop you.
You were about to say something, something about how warm he was, or how you wanted to crawl into his shirt and live there, when a sudden arm slung casually around your shoulders from the side, pulling you back slightly with affectionate force.
“Alright, bambini,” Alessandro grinned, standing between you and Harry now like a human barrier, one arm still draped across your shoulders, the other flung around Harry’s. “Save some of that passion for behind closed doors, hmm?”
Harry threw his head back and laughed.
You blinked up at Alessandro, dazed and pouty, but didn’t resist his grip. You stood there for a moment, swaying a little under the weight of his arm, then slipped out from under it with a tiny huff and wandered toward the table nearby, sinking into one of the wrought iron chairs with a sigh.
Your cheek smushed against your hand, elbow propped on the table. You kicked your feet slightly under the chair and started humming to yourself, some soft, dreamy tune you couldn’t quite remember the name of. Probably something Harry had played for you once, or something Alessandro had blasted through his villa speakers.
Your dress caught the light every time you shifted, your flushed face dreamy and content as the night swirled on around you. People talked and sipped and smoked and laughed, and you just hummed and watched Harry from your little spot, like he was the center of your universe.
Because he was.
You kept humming, now swaying slightly in your seat, arms folded on the table in front of you. The streets had grown quieter now, just the low hum of traffic in the distance, a few passing voices, the clinking of ice in glasses.
You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the breeze slip past and cool your flushed skin. You imagined Harry’s hand instead, those warm fingers tracing down your back, over your thighs, up the inside of your—
“Bun,” came his voice suddenly, close.
Your eyes fluttered open to find him crouching beside you, glass of water in one hand and that soft, bossy smile on his face.
“Drink this,” he said, nudging it toward your lips.
You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t want water.”
“I know,” he said gently, tilting the glass anyway. “Be a good girl, yeah? Just a little.”
You let out the tiniest whine, dramatic and pouty, but opened your mouth. He helped you sip, watching you the whole time, free hand rubbing your thigh slowly under the table. You finished a little less than half before turning your head dramatically into his shoulder.
“There,” you murmured. “I’m healthy.”
Harry laughed, soft and warm. “You’re getting healthy. One more sip, bunny.”
“This is so entertaining,” Alessandro said suddenly, perched across from you both with a smirk on his face, chin in hand, elbow propped on the table, as you glared at him.
Harry smiled down at you, ignoring them entirely, lifting the glass once more.
“You gonna finish this for me?” he asked sweetly.
You stared at him. “If i get a kissy after.”
He smirked. “Deal.”
You took another sip, then immediately threw yourself at him. His arms came around you instinctively, laughing into your shoulder as you tried to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his mouth.
“Christ,” he muttered, letting you do whatever you wanted, still smiling as he glanced back toward Alessandro. “She’s relentless tonight.”
“Let her be,” Alessandro said.
“C’mon, time to go.” Harry said after a while.
You blinked. “Already?”
“It’s nearly two,” he said gently, crouching slightly so you were eye level. “I thought you wanted to go home?”
You pouted again. “No, I like it here.”
“I know, lovie,” he said, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “We’re gonna come again tomorrow, right now you need sleep.”
You giggled and let him pull you to your feet.
Your legs wobbled a bit, and Harry steadied you immediately with both hands around your waist, then leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose.
“I want pizza,” you said dreamily as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you back to the group.
Alessandro gasped. “Finally, someone says what we’re all thinking!”
Within minutes, the group was making their way down the winding street toward a place Alessandro swore had the best late-night margherita in the entire city. You walked with Harry, arm wrapped tightly around his middle, your body practically glued to his side.
You kept kissing his shoulder as you walked. His arm never left your back.
“You know how much I love you?” you asked, not quietly.
Harry glanced down at you with a soft laugh. “How much, bun?”
You stopped suddenly in the middle of the street. “This much,” you declared, stretching your arms wide, nearly twirling in your spot.
He caught you before you could wobble too far and kissed your forehead, tucking you safely back under his arm. “That’s a lot.”
“You’re my favorite person,” you whispered into his chest.
He squeezed you closer. “You’re mine, too.”
Eventually, the group stumbled into the tiny pizza shop Alessandro had spoken of, and you curled up beside Harry in the booth, half-asleep on his shoulder by the time your slices arrived. He fed you bites between sips of water and whispered something against your hair that made you giggle again.
And when you finally left, the cobblestone streets still warm beneath your sandals, Harry wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, held your hand tightly, and guided you all the way back home.
synopsis: a singer!reader & actor!drew smau where they both have crushes on each other. lots of social media flirting enuses after drew admits his crush in an interview. featuring: singer!reader as a obx fangirl, readers!bff as an encouraging bestie & lots of cute interactions.
author's note: my first smau! eek! i love reading these & i also love being creative. i thought i'd combine the two and make this :-)
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