Heather

When Harry’s eyes blinked open, the first thing he saw and felt was his precious girl sleeping contently in his arms, practically on top of him.

He stretched his legs, trying his best to not move too much and wake her.

Mornings like this were his favorite. No plans scheduled, no alarm clocks— just them cuddling in bed for however long they want. Last night they had gone out to a party and hadn’t gotten home until late, so they slept very well.

A soft groan left Y/N’s pouty lips, rolling over off of Harry and settling on her side. Harry frowned, his body seeking her warmth again immediately, following her position. His tattooed, muscular arm wrapped around her waist and gently pulled her back against him. When her body pressed back on his, he felt the strong ache between his legs, sparking at the feeling of her.

His lips parted. Fuck.

Unconsciously, his hips rolled forward against her bum, eyes squeezing shut at the friction.

“Baby,” he rasped, low and sleepy.

All he earned back was a whine. A grumpy whine that meant ‘leave me alone, I’m sleeping.’

But he couldn’t go back to sleep. Not now. Harry went to sleep in just his boxers, while she was in one of his big shirts she stole and panties. The contact of his hard cock pressing against her bottom through the extremely thin fabrics of their clothes was too much to ignore.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her shoulder, mouthing up to her neck with warm kisses.

“Please wake up. I need you, baby. So bad.”

Harry wasn’t much of a beggar, but in his half-awake state and with how hard he was, he didn’t care. If begging meant he got her, he’d be on his knees.

“Go to sleep…” She grumbled.

Harry’s arm tightened around her, displeased with that response.

But then he felt her hips shift. Just the tiniest bit backwards.

He slowly moved his hand to her bare thigh, rubbing gently, gradually moving inwards. “C’mon. I’ll take care of you. M’so hard, angel.”

She was already giving in. How could she not when he begged like this?

“Why are you so horny all the time?” Y/N murmured, dragging on the annoyance.

“You’re acting as if you hate it,” he grinned slightly. “You know I take care of you good, baby. You love it.”

Wet. She was absolutely wet.

His hips continued to rock against her backside, the friction so fucking good. “Fuck.”

She always loved when he murmured quiet curses during sex, especially in her ear like he just did. It was really hot. To know he was groaning like that, because of her? Nothing made her gush as much as his voice did.

Harry’s hand made its way between her thighs, her thighs clenching at the feeling.

“No. Open.” He ordered gently. She relaxed her thighs with a whimper, allowing his fingers to slowly rub her over her thin panties. “So soaked, baby. Knew it. Fought me for what, hm?”

Her thighs trembled slightly as he dipped a finger inside them, a shaky sigh leaving her lips when he slowly rubbed her clit.

“Harry,” her hand grasped his wrist, not to pull or move, just to hold onto.

“Mmm, I know,” he hummed. “Let me take them off, yeah?”

She nodded desperately. Who would’ve thought just a minute ago, he was the one begging her, and now she was a wet, aching mess for him?

Harry hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down her thighs. She did the rest, shuffling the fabric down her legs and off her feet. The friction was absolutely delicious, her hips moving with him, needier for it than he was minutes ago, believe it or not.

Harry tugged his own boxers off, hard cock springing free against her ass. He slid his length between her cheeks and rocked leisurely, quiet groans escaping his throat. His hand left from between her thighs, causing her to mewl of frustration, and wrapped around his cock, teasing her weepy entrance.

But she refused to beg.

Harry pushed just the tip in, feeling her gummy walls stretch around him. She clenched immediately, needing more, needing to feel him, all of him. He went slow though, savoring every spark of pleasure from every inch he went deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned when he bottomed out, hips pressing flush against her ass, shuddering.

There would never be a comparable feeling to this.

“You feel so fucking good. Jesus. My good girl,” he praised.

He stayed there for a moment, just basking in the warmth and tightness before pulling his hips back steadily. He began a soft, gentle pattern with his thrusts, her back arching and her eyes shut from the pure bliss. Harry’s hand gripped her thigh, gently maneuvering it on top of his, allowing his cock to hit deeper spots.

This made her get a little squirmy, her hips circling subtly, chasing that pleasure.

“Feels good,” she whispered, quiet and whiney.

“Yeah?” He prodded, fingers sliding up her torso to wrap around her neck with a tender pressure.

Y/N nodded, head tilting back at the touch.

She could feel every inch of him hitting every spot she’d never felt before him. God, he was big. A little intimidating to look at, but absolutely perfect.

“My sweet girl,” he murmured. “Always so perfect for me. Y’look so pretty, taking me so well, baby. So good.”

Her hand reached up for his, their fingers intertwining.

Harry quickly caught attention of the rhythmic clenches around his cock. How could he not? When she was this tight and this fucking heavenly, it was all he could feel. He took notice of that along with her whimpers and moans that intensified, the babbles he knew were attempts of pleading.

“M’gonna cum,” she whined.

“I know, baby. C’mon. Cum for me.” His hand left hers to rub that throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs, practically sobbing to be touched.

His pace stayed gentle but with more desperation, his goal to make her reach the peak of her pleasure.

“Harry, I—”

“Good girl. Come on. Give it to me,” he nipped at her neck, leaving a slight mark on the delicate skin.

His praise was the final straw, her orgasm hitting her hard and washing over her in waves, breathy moans leaving her lips. Her toes curled, back arching.

“Oh my god…” She breathed.

With how tight she was holding him, it was impossible to hold it any longer. Harry thrusted a few more times before burying deep, thick, hot ropes of cum filling her pussy up.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he groaned against her skin, grunting as the peak hit him.

His hips pressed against her bum, the room now silent other than their heavy breathing.

After a moment, his head lifted.

“You okay, baby?”

Y/N didn’t answer for a moment, still coming down from the high of her orgasm.

“…Perfect.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Good,” he gently turned her head to press his lips against hers for a soft kiss before pulling back. “Let me get you all cleaned up then we’ll cuddle and go back to sleep, yeah?”

She nodded.

“I love you.”

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It was the time of the month when everything hurt a little too much. Your breasts were sore and the pain in your lower tummy made every mundane task sound like a nightmare, acne decorated your skin to the point where you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror and your emotions were like on a rollercoaster, making you cry over everything.

When you opened your eyes in the morning, you already knew the day wouldn’t be any good. An unbearable pain in your abdomen brought you to tears when you tried to turn on your other side, wanting to sleep for a bit longer since your first class wasn’t starting until 11 AM, but your body had other plans. Kicking the comforter away from your legs, you got up from your bed with a quiet whine that quickly turned into a huff full of frustration when you noticed a patch of blood on the bedsheets. Not even looking behind, you slowly shuffled into the bathroom and locked yourself in there.

Just when you sat down on the toilet and looked down between your legs at the ruined pair of underwear, the knob on the door wiggled a few times. Harry tried to get inside. “Sweetheart? Why did you lock the door?”

You’ve never really used the lock. Harry saw you already naked, sort of, and so you did him. It left you with no need to lock yourself there.

“Oh- sorry, didn’t mean to. Do you need something?” You lied. You didn’t want Harry to know that you got your period. Not that it was something you were ashamed of, you two were very open about this, but Harry sometimes got in the ‘mother hen’ role when he saw you in this state, and that was the last thing you wanted today. All you needed was some alone time, lots of ice cream and a good cry.

“Just brush my teeth, but I can wait. Take your time,” Harry said, leaving without any questions or suspicions, probably back in his bedroom, and you let out a relieved sigh.

You opted for a quick shower. It was the easiest way to get rid of the blood and the uncomfortable feeling lingering in your muscles and relieve cramping.

Sitting back at the toilet, ready to take care of the business, you noticed you were running out of tampons. I can stop in the shop later, you thought, there were still a few tampons left in the box. But the cramps contracting your muscles made you rethink your plans completely. Maybe not.

“You can go,” You called out from the kitchen after you were done. With sleepwear discarded in the hamper and switched for a pink fuzzy bathrobe and brushed teeth, you were making yourself a cup of chamomile tea. This mix of herbs was from Anne, a thoughtful gift you got from her one time when your period came unexpectedly while you were visiting. And even though it’s been ages since that happened, somehow you never ran out of it no matter how many times you made that tea.

Harry took a shower as well, not as quickly as he should have, his class was starting in half an hour, but coming late didn’t faze him. With a quick makeout and a touch of his abs in the teacher's office after class, everything was forgiven and forgotten.

“I’ll try to come on time next week, but I cannot promise you anything,” He always told them after he kissed them goodbye, but he never made good on his empty promises. No wonder Harry’s teachers tolerated his high absence. You would too.

A quiet hum of the falling water echoed through the apartment from the bathroom, where Harry didn’t even bother to close the door, and it mixed with quiet whistles of a kettle you put on the stove that signalled your water was boiling. An idyllic sound of morning.

“You good? I don’t like this frown,” Harry’s brows furrowed in concern when he noticed the deathly glare you were giving your tea. He always noticed everything. Taking a step closer, shirtless and with unbuttoned jeans, he gently cradled your face in his palm and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

The simple affectionate gesture made the corners of your mouth turn slightly upwards, and Harry grinned in triumph, kissing you one more time to make the smile appear. “There she is.”

“You’re gonna be late, Harry,” You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss when Harry tried to prolong it, and ran your fingers through his hair instead in an attempt to give the wet strands some shape.

“I don’t care- Hey! That is my mug!” Harry looked over your shoulder at the white ceramics adorned with his mother’s handwriting in red colour. She made it for him at a ceramics class she attended with her friends.

“And now my tea’s in it,” You shrugged.

“Baby, it says mommy’s boy. Why are you drinking from it? You are not-“

“Oh, so are you mommy’s boy?” You raised your eyebrow at him with a teasing grin before you took a sip of the calming chamomile.

“I’m not,” He sulked but didn’t argue any further, he knew he lost this argument. He finished dressing up and reached for a chocolate-filled croissant that you bought the day before in your favourite bakery. At least his start of the day tasted sweet.

“I'd better be going. Pick you up after class?” Harry pressed the last kiss to your lips, leaving a smear of chocolate in the corner of your mouth after the first bite he took of the pastry.

“Uh not today. I’m probably gonna go grocery shopping,” You shook your head, dismissing his offer quickly with another lie. You already knew that after you sat down on a couch, you wouldn’t move from the spot.

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t enjoy that,” And with that, he was out the door.

You thought about going to at least one of your classes. You weren’t exactly the type who’d skip school even with a fever, but after the two painkillers you took didn’t seem to help, you were more than content to stay cuddled up in blankets and watch a sad movie on the couch.

You ate the last croissant that was left and drank the rest of the tea, which was cold by the time you finished it. With sore muscles, you moved back into your bedroom to change into a pair of shorts and a hoodie, took off the dirty sheets from your bed and put them in the washing machine. The cramps started being even more unbearable the more you moved, and by the time you made it back into the living room, you completely gave up on the plans of changing your sheets and snuggled on the couch instead.

You wrapped yourself in the fluffiest blanket you owned and squeezed a big pillow to your chest to comfort yourself during sad scenes in the romantic movie you had on. The kind you saw a million times already, a few times with Harry too, but watched it over and over again because it felt safe to cry to it.

Everything reminded you of you and Harry, but you couldn't make yourself stop watching and turn the TV off. The sweet moments the main characters shared, the sleepless nights spent talking till the early morning, the intimate sex, the kisses full of love that were serious - you wanted it all with Harry. And that quiet realisation hit you hard, maybe more than the cramps that have been torturing you the whole morning. You didn’t know what name to give these feelings, nor what Harry carried in his heart, and whether it was close to the love the movie characters had. It all scared you so much you cried yourself to sleep.

“Baby? You’re already back home from the shop?” Harry's surprised tone brought you back from your dreams. You slowly blinked your eyes open. There was a share of romantic movie recommendations on the TV screen because the movie you were watching ended while you were asleep and Netflix wanted to lure you into seeing one more, and Harry stood next to the couch, observing you with a confused expression that was utterly characteristic of him.

“I didn’t go,” You mumbled, your voice still hoarse from your nap, but when you tried to stretch your stiff muscles, a sharp pain hit your abdomen, and you let out a quiet sob.

“Jesus, love. Are you okay?” Harry leaned down and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead to check if you didn’t have a fever. “What hurts?”

“Ugh I got my period.” You huffed and wrapped your arms tightly around your middle.

“Oh baby,” Harry cooed sympathetically and sat down next to you on the couch. He pulled you into his chest, wrapped one arm around your shoulders and pressed his free hand over your abdomen to ease the pain. He knew how uncomfortable your period cramps could get, and he always tried his hardest to make that time of the month as easy as it was possible for you.

“It hurts so bad,” You sniffled.

“I know, baby, I know. I wish I could take all the pain away,” He whispered as he started to rock you from side to side, pressing soft comforting kisses in your hair.

You were so exhausted from the pain and crying, and despite how much you wanted to be alone at first, being held by Harry soothed every tremor your body and heart have been going through. You didn’t even notice Harry typing on his phone behind your back until he set his device on the coffee table.

“Cuddle me?” You pouted and snuggled closer to his side.

“Sweetheart, I wish I could but- I have already plans with Maeve,” Harry admitted the name of his fling quietly. Maeve was one of the girls Harry had seen more than once or twice. She was his go-to contact when he needed a good fuck. A tall redhead with curls that fell in the middle of her back, with a lean body but prominent curves in the front and back and adorable freckles scattered over her nose and cheeks. Ever since you went on a date with the Jacob guy, Harry seemed to search her bed more often.

He cupped your cheek to make you look up at him and kissed your forehead when your eyes found his. You’ve never been able to point out what was swimming in the greenery of his eyes, not even now, and it frustrated you so much. “I’ll get you a heating pad and more painkillers, yeah?”

You sniffled but nodded at his offer and lay back in your pillow nest. You watched Harry go for your heating pad, pink with a plush cover so it wouldn’t burn your skin, and put it in a microwave for three minutes so it would be warm enough to help with your cramping. He came back a moment later, heating pad in one hand and a box of painkillers in the other one, and tugged your hoodie under your breasts so he could put the pad on your abdomen. “Here. It should help with the cramping, I promise.”

“Will you be back soon?” You whispered, suddenly feeling so small. You wanted Harry to stay, to hold you in his lap, kiss your lips or forehead, whatever he wanted, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until all the pain would go away and remain just love.

“I will try,” He smiled at you softly and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Watch something nice hm? I think there should be a bit of vanilla ice cream left in the freezer too.”

And he was gone again. You couldn’t really blame him, if he had plans already, it would be selfish of you to want him to stay and cancel everything, but deep down you wished for it anyway.

You put on ‘The Big Bang Theory’, it was cosy enough, and with the rest of the ice cream you ate straight out of the box, there wasn’t any need for bowls and fancy utensils, you tried to relax. But even while watching Sheldon annoy everyone and Leonard be hopelessly in love with Penny, you caught yourself thinking about Harry with Maeve.

How he would kiss her, make her moan, watch her writhe in his grasp while he would finger her or eat her out, how he would pound into her in many different positions until she was a mess. You imagined it lively, his fingers tangled in her red hair and his hips pressed against hers, moans mixing in the space of her place. It brought you to tears again.

You curled on the couch, pulled the blanket up to your chin and squeezed the pillow a little tighter. The heating pad started to help with the cramps but you still could feel the pain linger in your muscles.

“I’m back!” Harry called from the hallways brightly. You were close to finishing the third episode of the series when a sound of the front door reached your ears.

“What?” You sat up quickly, not understanding what was happening. “Weren’t you supposed to be with Maeve?”

“Called it off. Someone has to take care of you,” Harry shrugged, “So I stopped in the shop since you didn’t.”

Harry appeared in the living room with two overflowing bags and a bouquet of flowers squeezed between his bicep and ribs. His hair was a little wet, the London weather was acting up again, but he was smiling nonetheless.

He set the bags down on the coffee table with a soft thud, making the content spill on the wooden surface, and handed you the bouquet of tulips. “Got you your favourite,”

“Harry,…” You whispered, not really sure what to say, and took the flowers with shaking hands. You were so confused, yet your heartbeat was closer to a cardiac arrest than to a normal pace. He chose you over Maeve.

“Got new ice cream,” Harry pulled out a tub of chocolate ice cream from your favourite fancy brand that you bought only for special occasions from the bag.

“Some chocolates and candy. I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for so I bought a bit of everything,” He set down a bag of caramels, sour candy, dark and milk chocolate as well as some cookies.

“Harry,” You whispered again, “You didn’t have to cancel your date just because of me.”

“Shhh, baby, I didn’t finish,” Harry tutted in disapproval at your protest and pulled a bag of oranges, mango and a pack of strawberries next before he topped it with four boxes of tampons.

“I noticed we were running out of tampons, so I got some of these too,” He waved in the air with one box of tampons for regular flow. “I know you like to use these, but I thought since it’s your first day, these ones could be better for the bigger flow. Oh and I noticed we ran out of pads too, so I bought some just in case you’d prefer that right now.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks again, but this time it wasn’t from longing or sadness. You were overwhelmed by love. You would never expect yourself to cry over a haul of period products, but here you were.

“What’s wrong baby? What did I do wrong? You didn’t want these? Fuck, I knew I was supposed to take the ones with the wings,” Harry’s smile dropped at the sight of your tears and he rushed to your side to soothe you.

“No, Har- No-“ All that was leaving past your lips were quiet hiccups and you couldn’t form words nor put a proper sentence together.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath. You’re gonna tell me in a minute whatever’s bothering this pretty mind, but now just breathe,” Harry pulled you in his lap, just how you wanted, and you let out a shuddered breath against his steadily heaving chest.

“That’s it, good girl. One more for me? There she is, that’s much better. Is it hormones? Or what brought my girl to tears?”

“You’re perfect,”

“Me? I don’t think so,” Harry grinned, trying to bring a smile on your lips as well.

“You- You hate shopping but you cancelled your plans and went shopping for me-“

“I bought myself some beer, don’t worry.”

“Harry you really didn’t have to,” You shook your head when you looked at everything Harry bought.

“I wanted to. And I bought you some face masks too.”

It were the little things that meant the most. The smallest details that no one paid attention to but Harry did. He always did. He knew how you liked your tea, what kind of shampoo was best for your hair, that you preferred showers in the morning rather than bubble baths in the evening, and that a good skincare product during your period was a key to your heart.

Before you could break down, though your eyes were already turning glassy, Harry started to press kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. “Oh the hormones,” He cooed, “Troubling my sweet love.”

You smiled a little when Harry reached your lips and started nibbling on your bottom lip, covering it in more kisses and playful bites.

“Can we order takeout please?” You asked shyly when Harry’s assault of kisses calmed down.

“You want to tell me I didn’t buy enough?” Harry gasped, feigning offence.

“No- No you did, I just-“

“I’m just messing with you, baby. Of course we can order takeout. Pick whatever you want for us, I’ll go put away the groceries,” Harry handed you his phone with the food delivery app already open and got up from the couch.

You were scrolling through the endless options, trying to decide between Thai and Chinese, before a notification of a new message stopped your thumb from moving.

Your brows furrowed when her name popped up on the screen. What were they texting? When did he text her? What was she reacting to? There were so many questions you wanted to know the answers to.

“What did you get me?” Harry came back with a can of beer and a cup of hot chamomile for you before he took a place next to you and pulled you gently in his side, careful not to jostle you too much.

“Uh… Thai?”

“Sounds good. Let me order it,” He took his phone back and paid for the food with his card before he switched it off, not even checking the new notifications that were now gnawing at your mind and threw it on the cushions next to him. “Are you comfy, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,”

“Don’t need more pillows? Reheat the pad? Painkillers?”

“I’m good like this.”

“That’s all I need to hear. The food should be here in half an hour,” Harry murmured in your ear. He tightened his arm around your shoulders and gave you a soft squeeze, before he slid his hand down to your lower back and started rubbing soothing circles over the fabric of your hoodie to ease some tension that found its home there.

You finished another episode of the series when the food arrived. You ate your dishes curled up on a couch in comfortable silence, cuddled under one blanket, enjoying the movie night in a changed up concept.

The food was gone, as well as one bag of candy, in no time. After a day of crying and napping, something more fulfilling than one croissant was just what you needed. Your body still ached, there was the uncomfortable feeling that never really left your body during these days, but Harry’s presence made everything feel less intense.

You lay back down, letting your body melt into the pillows, and Harry followed you quickly after, making himself a human blanket, and lay atop of you.

“Ouch, Harry-“ You whined when he set the full weight of his body down on yours, he was really heavy from all the working out, and pushed at his chest weakly to get him off you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, love. Where does it hurt?” Harry sat up, now straddling your hips, and gently ran his hands up and down your arms and shoulders.

“My boobs. They’re really sore,” You whimpered and covered your chest with a sniffle.

“More than usual, hm? Lemme check? Maybe I can help,” He squeezed your hand gently and with one more look at your face to be sure you were okay with it, he moved the fabric hoodie gently above your breasts.

It was the first time he saw your upper half completely bare. And you looked just like he imagined. Angelic. Soft breasts big just enough to cup in his palm with perky nipples framed by areolae in a darker shade of skin. Harry had to snap himself from staring. You were hurting and needed comfort, not him drooling over you.

“I know it’s not the best moment to say it, but you’re so beautiful,” Harry murmured in awe and slid his palms to your ribs. “So fucking pretty.”

Your cheeks turned a warmer shade of red at his compliment, and you had to bite your bottom lip to tame the wide smile that was spreading on your lips.

“This looks a bit red,” He hummed when he inspected from afar your reddened buds. Running his fingers over the underside of your breasts, he looked up and smiled. “Can I touch you?”

“Mhm yeah but- be careful please.”

“I always am with you, baby.”

Harry ran his thumb over your nipple, gauging your reaction. Every change in breathing, faster heartbeat, goosebumps rising on your skin, he noticed everything.

“Sensitive?” He murmured.

You nodded. That single touch made you arch your back away from the couch, chasing more than just a tip of his finger. It was something so simple, yet it left you craving more. “Harry, please, just, can you do something? It’s really achy.”

“Umhm we can try something sweetheart, if you would be up to it.”

“Please.”

“Okay, lemme just get more comfy for it, okay?”

Harry found his place between your legs and spread them just enough so he could lie down on his stomach between your thighs and hover his head above your chest. You felt his breath fanning your skin and your nipples perked even more at the new sensation.

“Tell me if you want to stop, or just take a break.”

Finally, Harry put his hands back on you. His left hand palmed your right breast, massaging the warm skin gently, while he focused on your left breast with his mouth. With an experimental flick of his tongue against the sensitive skin, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, making you let out a long sigh. Harry didn’t do much, or tried not to, feeling how fragile your whole body felt, but he accompanied the soft caresses with light sucks at least, earning a few quiet moans from you.

“This- this feels good.”

“Does it?” Harry let go of your nipple with a quiet ‘pop’ sound and circled it with his thumb to let his saliva soak in.

He pressed more kisses around the soft flesh, covering it with bites that you barely felt, it rather just scratched your skin.

“Can I give you a soft bite here? Just a tiny mark? For no one but me to see?” You felt Harry nuzzle his nose against the side of your boob, peppering it with kisses before you even responded.

“Please,” You bobbed your head up and down quickly and pressed your hand over his that was still kneading your other boob.

You were feeling a plethora of things. Need, relief, love, a bit of jealousy in the pit of your stomach. Harry was taking care of you in such a special way how no one else could, and you really didn’t even want anyone else. Harry was enough for you. Sure, he had flaws and more imperfections than you had fingers on your hands, but his heart was made of gold. For you. To anyone else it was less valuable metal.

Harry dug his teeth in your flesh and sucked until the skin beneath his lips started to bloom in every shade of red, purple and yellow. A mark of ownership, love, care. And only his. It was on the place where no one would see it and your bra would press on it, making the reminder of him more alive.

“Mhm perfect. And I can’t forget about the other tit, that would be a shame. Such a pretty little thing, big just enough for my hand. And these perky nipples… You were made for me sweetheart, weren’t you?”

“I’m yours,” You pouted. His words, dirty yet from the bottom of his heart, were messing with your hormones.

“Yes you are. All mine. My sweet sweet precious girl,” Harry wrapped his lips around your other nipple, giving it a few gentle sucks.

“Harry-“

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay. I’m here, and all yours. I’m only yours to have.”

You reached blindly after Harry’s hand, the need to hold onto something twitching with your fingers, and he immediately gave your hand a squeeze. You felt more tears tethering to fall. His words, his lips, it overwhelmed you.

“I’m gonna make it all better,” He murmured against your skin.

You were completely lost in him. You weren’t sure how long he spent worshipping your chest, but when he pulled away with swollen lips and drool dripping down his chin, it must’ve been tens of minutes.

“Kiss me?” You whispered with a pout.

“Of course. Baby, come here,” A wide smile spread on his lips. You were adorable. He raised himself up on his forearms, just enough to hover above your chest so he wouldn't squish you or pressed on your tender breasts, and leaned in.

“Are the cramps better? And the boobs?” He mumbled between kisses. His voice was soft, honey-like, filled with care and something deeper. It was the tone that only you got to hear.

“Mhm,”

“It’s good it’s Saturday tomorrow. Means I can take care of you for the whole weekend. You won’t have to lift a finger,”

“Harry, the cramps will be better tomorrow. Just the first day always sucks,”

“Uhuh no discussion, I’m taking care of you.”

“Thank you,” Your hands find their way to his hair and you wrap unruly strands around your fingers, pulling him down to kiss you.

“Always. Do you want to get in bed?”

“No I uh-“ You bit on your bottom lip, suddenly feeling embarrassed you really didn’t got much done, and looked down at his cross pendant dangling between you. “I haven’t put new bedsheets on. I took off the dirty ones but didn’t really finish changing the bed.”

“It’s okay. We will sleep in mine tonight.”

“Are you gonna cuddle me?”

“Oh I’m definitely gonna cuddle you.”

“And kiss?”

“You’re gonna be sick of me by the morning.” Harry grinned, and to prove his point, he pressed a big smooch on your lips.

“Mhmm I should keep you forever.”

“I’m already all yours, sweetheart.”

harry

harry hadn’t been the jealous kind in your relationship. he trusts you and he knows you trust him too. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice the guy leaning his hip against the bar, drink in hand and looking way too invested in you to be innocent. he’d notice it almost immediately.

when he approaches the two of you, he doesn’t start an argument, just claims his territory with ease. his arm would naturally wrap around your waist, pulling you closer with that smirk when you realise you’re being held by him. you know exactly what he’s doing too.

“everything alright, love?” he’d ask, his voice monotone but you could sense his emotion. the little crease between his brows always gave it away, showing he’d be trying his best not to furrow his eyebrows.

if he noticed that you looked uncomfortable talking to someone, he’d be by your side in seconds. he wouldn’t even bat an eye at the person talking to you, he’d just turn his body to face yours and talk to you like you’re the only one in the room.

niall

niall would most likely notice someone had bad intentions before you did.

he’d be standing a few feet away, quietly listening to your conversation with a drink in hand. he’d catch the guy leaning a little too close for comfort, smiling with confidence when he managed to get your attention.

niall would let it play out for a few seconds, putting his trust in you. he’d notice that the guy wasn’t getting the hint that you didn’t want to keep the conversation flowing, that’s when he’d step in. his arm would casually slip around your shoulders, giving the guy a one over before turning to look at you.

“there you are,” he’d grin, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “i’ve been looking for you.” he’d lie. it wasn’t confrontational, just enough to let the guy know you’re not alone tonight.

louis

louis wasn’t usually the jealous type, just observant but he also had the confidence to confront someone without hesitation.

from the other side of the club he’d be standing at the bar, waiting for his third drink of the night. he’d spot someone trying their luck with you instantly, he’d watch for a moment because he knew that you could take care of yourself, but he’d make his way over in the end.

his drink would get handed to him and he’d be sliding through bodies to get to you the minute he noticed your smile and nod, trying to escape the conversation. your eyes would dart around the club in attempt to spot louis but he’d already be coming to you.

he’d slip in beside you, his hand dipping into your back pocket. sly. “y’alright, mate? he’d nod towards the guy who thought it’d be a good idea to talk to you. he’d look down at you and just wink, letting you know he’s got it.

the stranger would usually get the hint, but if he didn’t, louis would raise one eyebrow. “she’s busy, mate.” he’d state. his tone wouldn’t show aggression, but enough confidence behind it. when the stranger would walk away, which he knew would happen, his hand would slip out from your pocket and just pat your backside twice.

liam

liam had left to grab the two of you a drink each and he’d only been gone for a couple of minutes.

from a distance, he noticed you talking to someone he didn’t quite recognize. he’d smile to himself since you’ve always been friendly, that’s just who you are, so it didn’t bring him to surprise that you’d found yourself in conversation with a stranger.

he’d make his way back to you, two drinks in hand like he said. he’d be happy that you made a friend for the night, someone for him to talk to aswell. but as he got closer, he noticed the stranger wasn’t taking the subtle hints you were giving. the polite smile, the short answers, the way you kept glancing around the room in hopes liam was coming back to you anytime soon.

his smile would fade slightly.

without making a scene, he walked over and handed you your drink “thought i’d lost you,” he’d say with a grin, slipping in beside you.

your shoulders would relax the second you heard his voice, tension easing off. he’d smile at the man infront of you before resting a gentle hand against the small of your back.

“you ready to head back to the dance floor?” he’d ask you, watching you nod instantly. he’d let on to the guy but not bothering to spike conversation, just acknowledging his existence before guiding you away.

zayn

you’d insist zayn’d stay with the band while you went to grab a drink from the bar yourself, not wanting to drag him from the fun.

after five minutes, he’d grow impatient, his eyes darting around the bar till he’d spot you with someone else. the man had leaned too close and that was it, though it didn’t take much to get zayn on his feet. he’d warn the band that he was leaving for a few minutes while he took care of the predicament.

he could tell you were just being polite rather than looking genuinely interested.

he came up beside you, his fingers brushing against yours before intertwining your fingers together. he’d squeeze once. twice. three times. “told you i’d only leave you for five minutes.” he’d pretend that he left you at the bar while he went elsewhere with a teasing edge to his voice.

“sorry, stealing her back.” he’d grin at the guy, pulling you away from the bar with your drink in hand.

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