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Fanfiction:The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)
Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)
A/N: Okay... it's been three years since I don't continue this story... in my defense, it's been a very busy few of years, and when I said I wanted to pick it up again, I always meant it, but never found the time or energy to do it... until now! I feel like this story is too good to not finish it, and you guys were really enjoying it (which makes me really happy), soooo, here is chapter 5!! It's shorter than my normal chapters, but as you'll see, it's about the Christmas break — don't worry, upcoming chapters will be longer. I hope you like this one! I also added everyone that asked me in the taglist (even if it was 2 years ago hehe), I hope it's okay, if you want to be removed please let me know :).
Y/N was adjusting her Slytherin scarf right when she was heading to the Great Hall. Within Hogwarts, the temperature was particularly cold, and she had found herself always warmed up by her outdoors clothes. She was relieved that the Hogwarts Express was getting everyone home that same morning after breakfast for their one week and a half off for Christmas. After what had happened a few days prior at Slughorn’s Christmas party, she couldn’t bear to see anyone from class, especially Draco. They’d both had some fights over the years, most of the times about ridiculous things, but never stopped talking for more than a week. It was also true that the situation now was far more different than when they were growing up, as both of them were dealing with very serious matters. But Y/N knew that that wasn’t the core issue. They had always been very close, yes, but there was always a line that was never crossed— a line that separated a deep friendship from, perhaps, a sentimental bond. They never talked about their deepest desires, or their deepest fears for that matter, the only time being that night at the Astronomy Tower a few weeks prior. Y/N had always felt that if that line was to be crossed, things that remained untold would be forced to be confessed; things that, once said, would define for better or worse their real bond. But after that summer everything had changed: they weren’t considered kids anymore, and Y/N couldn’t keep pretending. Once she’d had to face her commanded mission and the responsibility that came with it, facing other parts of herself had become impossible to dismiss. For the first time in her life, she was taking accountability for her feelings, and there was no going back to walking away from them.
She entered the Great Hall with a clouded mind, and a sore heart. She sat down alone, not really feeling like talking or making any effort with anyone whatsoever. She looked to her left after hearing an echo of a strong laugh. It was Pansy laughing on Draco’s shoulder, with their hands intertwined.
“Goyle, you’re so pathetic,” exclaimed Draco, bursting out a loud chuckle.
“What? Not my fault my grandma likes to dress me as an elf for Christmas! She says it’s the time to be humble,” Goyle replied.
Pansy started laughing harder on Draco’s arm.
“Tell your grandma to make a postcard of you in that costume and send it around, I want to see what people think,” Draco said, approaching Pansy’s arm more towards him.
“That would be legendary,” added Pansy, locking her wide eyes into Draco’s.
The latter approached her and kissed her. Their kiss lasted a few seconds, both moving their lips in sync.
“Guys, at least don’t rub it on my face. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t know what took you so long but keep the smoochie smooch to the minimum in public spaces.”
“Shut up, Goyle,” replied Draco, not even taking a second to start kissing Pansy again.
Y/N unfroze and without hesitation left the Great Hall and her breakfast unfinished.
Once she was in her room, she sat down on her bed and stared at the door for what seemed ages. Those past few days, she had become accustomed to the feeling of heartbreak, which typically came in waves and made her feel very uneasy with herself. She didn’t cry, as she never cried, but she could swear her stabbing heart was far worse. Although, in that moment, the feeling was different: it was messier, thicker and angrier. For the first time in her life, she was feeling betrayed. How could he, after everything they were going through, together? She didn’t have feelings for her, fine, but to betray that understanding they had of one another? For Pansy?
She was keeping her muscles so tied that the bed sank deeper, and a piece of paper that she hadn’t noticed before landed on the floor. She relaxed her muscles and picked it up, noticing it was a letter addressed to her. With her tight hands, she opened it up and started reading. It was from the Malfoy’s; they were inviting her to their Christmas’ eve dinner and Christmas lunch at the Manor, as they used to do before she moved out with the Diggory’s family. She left the letter on the bed and took some deep breaths. Christmas wasn’t going to be that much of a break, after all.
ྀ࿔
The sound clinking of the cutlery was filling the air on that cold night at the Manor. No one was making more conversation than loose questions and the slaved elves were coming and going, bringing plate after plate and refilling drinks.
“How’s school, my lovely nephew? And, dare I say, sister?” Bellatrix asked, referring to Y/N.
She had never met Bellatrix Lestrange before, sister of Narcissa, since she had been locked up in Azkaban’s prison. Now that she was out, it was the first time they had ever been in the same room, and Druella, Bellatrix’s mother, having raised her as well, made the situation a little awkward.
“Bella,” reprimanded Druella to her daughter.
“Don’t call me that, mother. Besides, I’m just making conversation… you all are deadly boring tonight.”
“What are you implying, Bellatrix? We are having a lovely evening, isn’t that true? Draco?” The latter lifted his eyes towards his dad, “Tell your aunt about your classes.”
“They’re uneventful, as always.”
“Well,” Bellatrix continued, “maybe the presence of Y/N has made it more eventful— isn’t that right, dear?” she turned towards the latter.
“Certainly,” Y/N replied with a snarky tone.
“Bellatrix, I heard you’re paying the Weasley’s a visit tomorrow,” Narcissa asked, wanting to change subjects.
Y/N lifted her eyes.
“Oh yes, I heard traitor Tonks and Lupin will be there too… that will be a surprise to Andromeda,” Bellatrix said.
“Well, I don’t think it will be a great loss, the Burrow, as it is merely chunked pieces of wood on top of each other. I ignore how they can call that a house,” added Lucius.
“Will Potter be there too?” asked Narcissa.
“That parentless child will have nowhere to go, so he might as well be adopted by the Weasley’s,” Bellatrix replied. “Quite like you, Y/N dear.”
“Bellatrix, enoug—”
“I have a father, Bellatrix. His name is Lord Voldemort, you’ve certainly heard of him,” Y/N finally snapped, “so, except if you want to return to Azkaban, or dare I say, not return at all, you would be better off keeping your mouth shut from now on, or I might just send an owl to my father and maybe he’ll make you understand who is superior in this situation, are we clear?”
Bellatrix softened her eyes towards her and didn’t reply, but the message had been very well received. Y/N stood up from her chair.
“Now, I have to excuse myself for a moment.”
Everyone on the table looked at her as she left through the dark corridors of the Manor.
ྀ࿔
“Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission?” asked Remus.
“I know it sounds mad,” replied Harry.
Remus, Nymphadora, Arthur and Harry were sitting down at the Burrow’s living room.
“Has it occurred to you, Harry, that Snape was simply pretending to offer Draco help so he could find out what he was up to?” Remus continued.
“That’s not what it sounded like,” replied Harry.
“Perhaps Harry’s right, Remus,” added Nymphadora on a sigh. “To make an Unbreakable Vow, it’s—"
“It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore’s judgment. Dumbledore trusts Snape, therefore, I do.”
“Dumbledore can make mistakes, he said so himself,” added Harry.
“You’re blinded by hatred!”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are!” Remus put himself together, “People are disappearing, Harry, daily. We can only place our trust in a handful of people. If we start fighting amongst ourselves, we’re doomed.” He let out a big sigh, “Now, what about the girl? Who did you say she is?”
“She’s Cedric’s cousin, Y/N. She’s always hanging out with Draco and his squad, she got into a fight with Draco, and I am convinced she knows, somehow, about his mission. She’s also gotten very close to Slughorn,” said Harry.
“Now, you say Dumbledore asked you to befriend her?” Remus asked.
“Yes. He said she was the key to defeat Voldemort.”
“Hold on a second, Harry,” intervened Arthur, “Who did you say she was?”
“Cedric’s cousin.”
“That’s impossible.” Everyone looked at him, “Amos doesn’t have any siblings. Neither does Anne.”
“And she’s a Slytherin, you say?” Remus asked.
“Yes, she is.”
“I highly doubt a Diggory would be placed in Slytherin. This girl is not who she says she is. The question is, who is she and why is she important?”
“I’ll find out,” replied Harry.
ྀ࿔
Y/N was sitting down on an outside bench, a dark forest opening in front of her. She always felt like the Malfoy’s garden was too dead to be called a garden, but in that moment, it comforted her, because it felt as dead as how she was feeling. Her mind flew to the garden at the Diggory’s; how everything was warm, and colorful, even in the absence of Cedric. Anne, Cedric’s mother, had taught her how to garden, and they had planted a wisteria flower right above where they used to sit to read and drink their morning tea. When she was at the Diggory’s, she felt as if she was living in a fantasy that was not meant to be hers; but when she was with the Black’s and the Malfoy’s, she felt as if her principles didn’t match theirs. She was too dark to be a Diggory, and too different to be a Black. And, on the contrary of what she had told Bellatrix, she was too human to be a Riddle. She looked up at the night sky, partly covered by black clouds. She closed her eyes and for the first time in a long time, a tear fell down her cheek, and this time, she didn’t feel ashamed of it.
“Y/N.”
A voice behind her called her name. She turned around and saw Draco, dressed in his black suit, standing behind her. She turned around again.
“What do you want?”
He approached her and sat down next to her.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, but Y/N could tell he did it out of politeness.
“I’m fine. What do you want, Draco?”
“My mother sent me to check on you,” he replied.
“Tell Narcissa I’m fine. I’ll be there in a second.”
He didn’t move.
“Look, I am willing to forget about what happened in the Chamber of Secrets. I think we ought to stick together during these times,” Draco finally said.
Y/N left out a small chuckle, “You’re such a coward,” Y/N said.
“Excuse me?”
Y/N stood up and finally looked at him. “Yes, Draco, you are a coward. A mommy boy that acts as if he’s got his shit together but really, he’s crumbling inside,” she continued saying, letting all her feelings come out. “You hide behind you name to mask how weak you really are. You are no one without your family, and you’ll most likely never live up to them.”
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” blurted out Draco. “What do you know about families, huh? Your father abandoned you and your mother is dead! You should be thankful that we let you stick in ours!”
Y/N approached Draco and pushed him hard. “Get away from me! Why don’t you shit talk about me with your girlfriend, huh?”
“Pansy?” he said on a sneaky voice, “that empty-headed gave me a love potion! Apparently, she got it from someone in the common room and tried to trick me into having feelings for her… as if!”
Y/N stayed silent for a moment. So, Pansy had stolen her Amortentia jar and used it on Draco. It didn’t matter anyway, she continued:
“Either way Draco, I never belonged in this family. We both know it. So, you might as well let me be.”
Draco let out a sigh, “I might be a coward, as you say Y/N, but I chose a side. It’s about time that you choose yours.”
She saw how he entered back into the Manor.
ྀ࿔
Her warm cup of chocolate felt nice around her hands. She was sitting down on the couch, at the Diggory’s house. It was New Year’s Eve, and she had been staying at their place for over a week. She ended up spending Christmas at the Malfoy’s but left as soon as she was allowed to. Both Amos and Anne could sense she was not feeling well and tried to talk to her about it but as most times, she was as locked as a coffin.
“Y/N dear, you got a letter,” said Amos, handing it to her.
Y/N lifted her gaze from the fireplace and reached for it, “Thanks.”
She opened it and read it:
“Dear Y/N,
I just wanted to wish you a happy holiday and a happy new year! I’ve been talking to Finnimore and the others, and we all agree we should do another race before the semester hits hard! Hope you’re having a lovely time with your uncle and aunt.
Best regards,
Mary”
“Is it from a friend?” asked Amos, sitting down on the couch next to her.
“It is, yes, from Mary.”
“One of the girls you spent Christmas with?” She’d told them she had spent Christmas with friends that year.
“Yes, she was there.”
“Y/N, what is it? You’ve been so down this week. We’re concerned.” Amos finally asked her.
She hesitated for a moment but eventually gave in.
“Amos, do you think I’m a bad person?”
He sighed, “No, Y/N. I think you’ve been wounded, very hardly. We’ve all been. But you were so young, and first your parents, then,” he stopped for a second, “then, my dear Cedric. You haven’t lived what other kids your age have.”
“And what if I can never fix myself?” she asked, looking at him.
“It’s not about fixing yourself, dear. It’s about living with the pain and being who you choose to be despite of it.”
“I can… choose? After everything that happened?”
“We can always choose something different. That is the greatest gift of being alive”.
She gave him a soft smile and focused her gaze on the chimney flames while a question made its way to her head, echoing in different directions as a soft murmur of an angel: who did she want to be?
CASA AMOR || a harry styles x you one-shot.
word count: 5,085
content warning: tension & arguments
summary: you and harry are the strongest couple on love island. but, when he goes to casa amor, you learn it may not be as good as it seems. movie night ensues.
this is my take on this request so I am VERY sorry if you're not a love island fan, but that's all that's been taking up my brain recently soooo sorry:
The sun had been hot in the sky that day, casting long shadows across the villa lawn where the majority of you had been laying out on sunbeds, giggling and getting to know the new boys who had arrived two days ago. The fire pit hasn’t been lit yet, but the air is buzzing with flirtation and nervous energy from the day that you had all met one another.
You’re lounging on a beanbag in your bikini top and a sarong, sipping a watered-down iced drink. Tiana’s braiding Jess’s hair, and Megan is off to the side kicking a beach ball toward the pool with two of the Casa boys who are trying to impress her with their footie skills. You hear her laugh at something one of them said.
It feels normal, but you miss them—you miss him. You hadn’t forgotten the moment that he left, even though you’re still searching for new connections here. That’s what you had both promised yourselves—and you had, for the most part. There were five new bombshells that were completely winning your approval, one in particular that you had gotten to know; his name was Connor, and he was a marketing coordinator from Galway. He had a crooked smile and dark hair and had been kind in the best way.
No, you weren’t closed off in any way, but you were being respectful in the time that you had with him because you knew that you’d had a stronger connection elsewhere.
You hadn’t had any fear or inconsistency in your thoughts. Well, until Jess’s phone pinged out with a text.
PING, PING.
Everyone freezes at the familiar sound that usually means doom—in some way, shape or form. You sit up straight, biting on the straw of your water bottle.
“I got a text!” Jess shouts out, the boys perking up with all of you as well. Your chest goes tight, what could be happening now?
Jess takes her phone and reads out to the group, “Islanders, please get ready: it’s Movie Night—it’s time to see what the boys have been getting up to in Casa Amor. Seen any scary movies recently?”
The reaction is instantaneous, girls gasping and looking at one another. Tiana drops the hair she was braiding. “Noooo, stop!”
Jess shakes her head as she puts her phone down as she takes a sip from her water bottle. “I’m gonna be ill.”
Megan, deadpan: “I knew it. I knew they were up to something.”
You swallow hard, setting your water bottle down. The Casa boys stop mid-play, grabbing their makeshift soccer ball that they had been using from the blow-up pool ball, and you notice that some try to act nonchalant
Connor reaches you with a smirk on his face and says, “I mean… depends on what you see, innit?”
Ella glares at him, then adjusts the sunglasses on her face. “Exactly what I’m worried about.”
You stand up slowly, heart beating out of rhythm because you know how this is going to go—you can feel it. One of the most interesting parts of Harry in this entire experience was that he was flirt. You’re not sure what to expect, but you’ve stayed loyal—you weren’t closed off, but you were loyal to his connection. You felt like Harry was on the same page.
Now? You don’t know anymore, especially not knowing what you’re about to see.
The girls begin making their way back upstairs to the vanity space to get ready, murmuring under their breath, nerves jangling around the small mirrors and contour sticks. The Casa boys trail behind them — it’s a bit awkward, a bit amused.
Tiana grabs your hand as you walk.
“Whatever we see,” she says, voice low, “just remember who you are, and what you stand for, okay? You’re a badass bitch, and no one is going to take that away from you.”
You squeeze her fingers, walking into the vanity space before you look back at her. “Trying. You too.”
You’re standing in front of the vanity mirror with a makeup brush in hand, swiping bronzer over your cheekbones with automatic precision.
Behind you, Ella’s rifling through the clothes rail, holding up two tops like she’s choosing between them for the Emmys. Tiana lounges on the bench, applying lip gloss and watching you in the mirror.
“So,” Megan says casually, digging through her makeup bag, “what’s the vibe tonight, babe? All eyes still on Harry, yeah? Is he going to fuck it all up?”
You give her a look in the mirror — you have one brow raised as you swipe your lip gloss over your lips, giving a hint of pink but more shine than anything else.
“I mean…,” You laugh a little bit as you trail off, “Yeah, eyes are still set on him. Connor and I had some good chats and all, but I think that’s more slow burning. But you know how it is.”
Ella chimes in, turning around with a sparkly halter in hand. “Connor’s fit, but it’s not the same, is it? I feel the same with Johnny—it’s just not Ian, you know what I mean?”
You sigh, dragging the brush down your neck to even out the bronzer that seemed to have a bit more color in the light, blending everything together.
“No, it’s not. Harry and I—there’s something there, there always has been. Since day one, it’s just… clicked. We are super solid, but I know he can be having a connection over there. Just hope he’s being respectful, that’s all.”
“But you’re open, yeah?” Tiana asks, her tone cautious. “Just in case.”
You nod slowly, eyes falling to the counter.
“Yeah, we both said we’d be open; we’d test connections. But I don’t know… it still feels like he’s mine.” You blink quickly, shaking your head as you bite on your lip. “Stupid, I know.”
“It’s not stupid,” Ella says, tossing a hair clip onto the vanity. “It’s real. You’ve been solid. But we just have to remember it’s Love Island, babe. Nothing’s promised.”
You laugh quietly at that, shaking your head as you place the mascara along your lash line. “Don’t I know it.”
Tiana stands and smooths her skirt down, shaking herself in the mirror for a moment to solidify her look. “You look gorgeous, by the way. If he sees you tonight, it’ll be a good reminder that he’s got a bird here.”
You smile softly, adjusting your hair one last time. “Hope he’s thinking about me and that night in the Hideaway like I’m his only savior.”
The girls go quiet for a beat, focusing on their own looks. Hair is up, clothes are one, heels are being tied around their calves with precision.
Then Ella says gently, tying the strap of her halter, “Let’s just hope we don’t see too much tonight.”
You meet her eyes in the mirror, the air going still as you try and think about what had been happening over at the Casa house. You try to laugh it off, but your chest is tight.
“Boys will be boys, won’t they?”
When you are all finished, you had made your way back to the main living space, the Casa boys following behind you girls as you are all muttering around at what you could be seeing tonight. The cushions are set on the lawn, benches ready for you all to take a seat.
You sit in the front middle row as you have Ella on one side and Tiana on the other of you. Connor is sitting behind you on the benched bleachers behind you.
Because whatever’s coming next? It could change everything.
The projector screen flickers to life as you all sit down with your drinks in your hand. You’re sitting in a line with the girls, your heart in your throat. You’ve been loyal with him since day one, but you have a feeling in your chest.
You’ve known Harry’s flirtatious, he always has that little glint in his eye, but you trusted him to know where the line was.
Still, your stomach’s been twisting all day. You barely touched your dinner. And now, your hands are clammy and still as the screen pops up with words written across it in white font, with a plain background.
“The Hideaway Kiss.”
A few of the girl’s murmur, your eyes focused as you lean forward slightly.
The screen cuts to a shot of the Casa Amor garden — the moon is high and reflecting off of the pool, the pool lights glowing soft and blue. Harry is sitting on a sun lounger with a drink in his hand before his eyes flicker up to another girl—Tash, a girl that came in through Casa Amor, a girl that Harry had been attracted too when they had their first kiss on a blindfolded challenge.
Tiana puts her hand on her mouth as she notices where this is going to go.
Then, a voice off screen urges him: “Come on, then. It’s quieter in there.”
Your breath stutters as you can’t even peel your eyes away if you tried.
You recognize that voice now. The screen cuts to the Hideaway door as it opens to the patio; two figures stepping out into the cut off room. The private room.
It’s Harry speaking then, “Taking me somewhere cheeky, are we?”
“Oh, Harry, fucking hell,” Ella states with disappointment as she shakes her head; her hand in in yours.
Tash tucks some hair behind her ears as she looks to make sure that Harry is still behind her as she shrugs, moving to sit on the bench swing, “We’re just up here talking, yeah? Unless you’re a bit scared.”
You try to not make any reaction—a reaction means this is going to hurt you. On the screen, Harry follows her into the smaller, more private rea before he laughs a bit dry with his drink in his hand, “Want me all for yourself, I see.”
They sit on the swing together; he’s wearing a tan button down that enhances his own bronze skin that had been kissed by the sun these past few weeks. The pink of his cheeks means he’s warm, but you aren’t sure if it’s from her or from the day by the pool.
Tash giggles a little as she faces him, pulling her legs up underneath her, “You always this smug when you’re alone with a girl?”
Harry takes a sip of his prosecco before he shrugs, the smirk is almost disgusting you right now, “Only when they’ve got something important to say.”
She nudges him with her knee, they’re close. You can already feel the blood drain from your face before Ella and Jess both break out in their own criticisms.
“That fucking prick!”
“Oh my god, Harry.”
It’s almost like you just can’t rip your eyes from the screen, you just shake your head as you murmur under your breath, “So fucked up.”
You watch as Tash blinks back at him with a flirtatious style that is matching his body language; you almost feel sick at the way that he stares at her when she speaks, “You’re quite trouble.”
He laughs then as he leans against the pillows. The exact laugh you’ve fallen asleep to every night. Easy, warm, low in his throat—almost resembles a giggle, but it’s softer than that. You can see the way that the smile reaches his eyes, and his eyes are piercing into hers like they hadn’t even broken eye contact once.
“Bet you’d like a bit of trouble, though.” She tells him quietly—quiet enough that there are subtitles to decipher them which makes you take in a deep breath.
Harry’s just grinning as he breaks eye contact to stare at his hand, focusing on the tassel on one of the pillows, “Wouldn’t say no to it if it came knocking.”
Tiana swears under her breath beside you. And then—on screen—Tash leans in and kisses him. Of course, it’s not a peck—it’s slow and her hands move to his neck, pulling him closer as they move together.
And he lets her. For a second, maybe two.
“Fucking messy, that is,” Jess comments, biting at her long nail as you hear some of the other girls gasp for a moment, shaking their head.
Then he leans back and says, “You’re naughty.”
But he’s smiling when he says it. The screen fades to black, and the villa all of the sudden has a hush of silence that you hadn’t felt before. There’s no music, no movement, no real closure to this. You sit still with an upright, stoic posture. It feels like your body is floating outside itself.
Tiana is the first to speak, then. “Are you okay?”
You don’t answer right away. The image is still burned into your mind — the shape of his mouth on hers. The way he let it happen like it was nothing—like he just completely forgot what you both had.
Ella puts a hand on your back.
“I—I mean, there’s a way to be respectful, and this completely just crossed all of the boundaries that we’ve had,” you clear your throat, licking over your lips, “It’s just—I guess I’m just shocked, but I shouldn’t be.”
Jess looks down. “He looked into it. The way he smiled—”
Megan shakes her head. “He let her take him into the Hideaway. That’s not just a cheeky chat. That’s a choice.”
You nod once, and then you stand without anything further to say about it. Everyone looks up at you.
“I’m fine,” you lie, shrugging as you go to move around the boys, “Just want some air.”
You walk past the pool, away from the lights to that little corner near the tree with the bench where you and Harry used to sneak away after the recouplings to discuss what had happened. The night he kissed your shoulder. The night he told you that you make things feel easy, even when the villa’s mad and the bombshells come in and he really only wanted to get to know you.
You sit there and wrap your arms around yourself. Because now you know what he really thinks and how he really is. It didn’t take a bed—it didn’t even take a night… or even much time. All it took was just a moment.
And he took it with her.
{NARRATOR}
Somewhere in Casa Amor, the boys are just being boys—chatting in swim shorts, giving bad advice, and mistaking confusion for clarity. And Harry? He’s about to make the kind of choice that follows you all the way back to the villa… if he makes it back in one piece.
The sun is now high in the sky, painting the lounger’s gold. The air smells like sunscreen and regret.
Harry leans back in a chair by the pool, sunglasses low on his nose, fiddling with the condensation on his water bottle. Around him, the boys are buzzing; they’re talking about which girls are “proper fit,” who’s grafting, who’s playing it safe. Who they may want to bring back to the villa, who they are coupled up with now.
He’s trying to listen. But he can’t stop thinking… about you. And now, about Tash. He’s biting the inside of his lip as he takes in a breath, and turns towards Ronan when he speaks.
“Alright,” Ronan says, smirking at him. “So what’s the deal, mate? You and Tash have been getting cozy, huh?”
Harry shrugs, sitting up on the lounger as he rubs some of the sunscreen on his shoulder. “She’s actually real sound. Got that little attitude, y’know? Keeps me on my toes.”
Luca grins, leaning back on his arms as he sips on his water bottle. “And she’s into you, bruv. Like, properly into you—Christina made a comment about you both in the Hideaway?”
The others laugh at that, eyes scrunching when they ask all the questions they can think of.
“Yeah, but I think it’s fun to explore, but,” Ronan says, leaning forward. “But don’t forget what you’ve got back at the villa.”
Harry shifts on the seat, trying to make himself more comfortable against the cushions. “Don’t need reminding on that.”
“Well,” Ronan presses, looking over his shoulder as the girls sit by the kitchen, making breakfast, “you’ve been with her since day one. You really gonna throw that for someone you’ve known two days?”
Harry rubs the back of his neck as he pushes his sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose; they’ve fallen a bit with the sweat of the summer heat. “That’s the thing. It’s not like I want to throw anything. But I came here to test things. You lot were saying the same.”
“Yeah,” Luca says, scrunching his nose in the hot heat. “And Tash isn’t nothing—she’s proper fit. There’s a vibe, innit?”
Harry pauses, shrugging. “…There is. With her, I mean. The sexual chemistry is there for sure,” He licks his lips, “but I think the conversations I’ve had with Y/N is unmatched from any girl I’ve had here.”
The boys nod like they’ve cracked some secret; like they’ve seen everything they’ve needed to see.
“And it’s not the same as what I have with her back at the villa, you know what I mean?” Harry says, voice quieter now. “It’s different.” He breathes in slow, then adds, “But I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t open. And Tash—she’s here. She’s flirting. It’s easy, and I do want to explore if there was more there.”
“And it should be,” Ronan speaks up, almost like a reminder. “You’re not closed off or anything.”
Luca turns towards the girls, before turning back to Harry, “What do you think she’s doing right now?”
Harry laughs once, low as he tries to remain a bit nonchalant with his words. “Hopefully not what I’m doing.”
That gets a few whoops and groans as they all smugly smile; Harry bites on the straw of his water bottle and shakes his head.
“Look,” Ronan says. “You bring Tash back; you’ve still got options. You bring no one? You’re banking on her standing there alone. That’s the risk. Guess it depends on if she’s testing her connection over in the villa.”
Harry nods, knowing the risks—he doesn’t need them laid out to him, but he takes in a deep breath.
“She’s gonna be fuming if she stayed loyal,” he mutters out, breathing out sharply before shaking his head. “Proper fuming.”
“Or she might’ve cracked on with another, mate,” Luca shrugs, throwing his arm above his head as he’s leaned back on one of the lounger seats. “You don’t know.”
Harry leans forward now, elbows on his knees, head down. “I just don’t want to be the prick that doesn’t know what’s he’s had, you know what I mean? But that’s what the experience is for, yeah? Like, it would be a disservice to not test the connection.”
“Too late if you already kissed someone, mate,” Ronan tells him, hoenstly. “Pretty tested, I think.”
Harry doesn’t respond. A beat of silence presses between all of them, Tash and a few of the girls giggling in the corner; the red bikini on her body makes her stand out amongst them. Then, Luca questions him: “You bringing Tash back or what?”
Harry exhales through his nose. Still looking down, as if he doesn’t really want to do what he’s about to do. It doesn’t feel like him to sneak around and to be testing something that’s already good. “I think I have to.”
The boys clap his back. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re just exploring, yeah?”
“Right.” Harry says, confidence not lacing his words as he moves to stand up—moving to possibly pull Tash for a chat if he can muster up the courage to do so.
But even as he grins and grabs his bottle, something inside his chest doesn’t feel celebratory or like he is certain with that decision. Something tightens then, because deep down, he knows he’s not just exploring this relationship. He’s crossing a line.
{NARRATOR}
It’s been said that love grows in the villa—but sometimes it burns. Especially after a return from Casa Amor that’ll go down in Love Island history. Someone grab the popcorn.
You sit at the fire pit in a white dress that’s pulled at your hips, hands clenched in your lap, nails digging into your palm so you don’t fall apart. The air is buzzing with tension with the other women around you, the boys who have joined you in your days in the villa, hearts hammering under pretty lashes and fake tan.
This is the moment. Maya Jama glances around at the rest of you, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she stands before you all—the boys coming back to villa from Casa Amor. You already know what’s coming. You’ve seen the clip—there wasn’t any way that he was coming back alone.
And the worst part? The kiss wasn’t the shock. It was the laugh. The stupid, giggling, flirty banter that followed. That spark in his eyes. Like you’d never existed. Like seven weeks of slow burns and secret kisses and staying up whispering in bed had just vanished the second he had new options and a game card.
The clip hadn’t shown more than a minute or two—that was all that was needed to solidify the way that this was so fluid, everything in here could change in an instant. And that was enough for you to know your fate.
“You’ve chosen to remain single, Y/N,” Maya says, her voice kind and professional as always as her hands rest intertwined against her. “Now it’s time to see if Harry remained loyal to you… or if he’s decided to recouple.”
You brace yourself to hear two voices. The doors open; the girls are leaning their heads and whispering as you stand there and await to see them start to come into the villa. Your eyes stay pressed until you hear the clinking of heels.
“Fuck.”
Then, he appears—Harry. But of course, with Tash—hand in hand. She’s wear a smug little half-smile that can only be described as knowing that she won the fight, she made her way back here. He walks in without even looking around for you, but you can see the way that his face stays stoic and possibly a bit terrified of the reaction he would receive. The girls behind you gasp softly, but you don’t move—you barely breathe as you watch them come in. You just watch it unfold like a stranger watching their own life from across the room.
Harry gives a small smile, but it falters only slightly when he sees you standing there alone, still single.
His brows twitch, confused. Tash doesn’t seem to care. Maya’s voice fills the tense silence around you all as you smile back at her and nod with a silence that makes the loudest noise.
“Harry has decided to recouple,” Maya looks at the couple, “Welcome Tash to the villa,” She looks back at you and gives you a sympathetic look, “That means, Y/N, you are single and vulnerable.”
Hearing the words, Harry flinches—almost like he didn’t know that would be coming but knowing that it hurt him more than he thought it would.
They walk toward the bench across from you. Harry finally looks at you properly, as if just then noticing something’s wrong. You can see it hit him:
She didn’t pick anyone. She was waiting for me.
A few boys bring back girls from the villa—nothing was as unexpected as Harry bringing back Tash, but there were a few surprises. You weren’t the only one left single, Tiana found herself single, as well. You bite on your lip when Maya leaves, telling you all that she would see you later.
The group starts to introduce themselves to one another—there are new boys and girls, you smile politely but keep yourself away from him for a moment before you find the sound of his voice behind you.
“Can we go for a chat?” Harry turns up near you, making your head turn quickly before you take in a deep breath.
“Don’t know what there is to say, but sure.” You give him the cold shoulder before you start walking towards the sofas. You walk ahead of him without speaking, heading to the corner of the terrace, past the fairy lights and villa walls that heard you both whisper, “I’m all in” just last week.
He stands in front of you now, the nerves that were rushing through him were obvious by now, but you wanted to make them worse. You wanted him in pain, to feel the humiliation that you felt.
“Hey,” he starts, soft, almost like he isn’t sure where to go with this. “Look, I know how that must’ve looked—”
You cut him off, shaking your head as you feel the anger boiling to a point of scalding. “How what looked, exactly? Please explain because I’d love to hear you bullshit your way through this one.”
He stares at you for a moment before he takes in a breath. He takes a seat on the sofa before he stares at his hands in his lap.
“Look—this wasn’t to hurt you—"
You cut him off, shaking your head as you stare deeply towards him, “You brought back a girl I watched you kiss—I saw all of it, Harry. You kissed her on day one, you couldn’t keep it respectful in the slightest.”
His lips part slightly before he shakes his head, a subtle pathetic laugh escapes him. “You… It looks bad, but we agreed we weren’t closed off, so--”
“Yeah, fuck you. You knew what was respectful—we’ve been together since day one, Harry. And it took one blonde bitch to ruin this and make me look like an idiot standing there and thinking you’d wait. You think that wouldn’t have hurt my feelings? And if I hadn’t seen it, would I have been told that happened or no?”
He winces at that, almost like that could have hurt him more than he hurt you.
You press forward, sitting upwards as you shake your head at him. “Out of all of the conversations we’ve had, I want you to explore, be respectful. And you said, ‘Course I will, babe, course I will.’ Do you even remember saying that?”
“I do,” he says, tone dropping as he tries to manage in more words, but knows that he’s contradicting everything he’s said. “But it was just a kiss—I just brought her back to explore that connection but that doesn’t dissolve what we have, Y/N.”
“Oh, don’t,” you say, turning almost away as you laugh a solidly angry laugh. “Don’t pull that card. The kiss, I could’ve handled. It was the laugh after, the smug look in your eyes. The way you giggled with her like I was a joke. Like I was nothing. It was just foul play to you, and I’m not here to play that—I think we’re done.”
Harry’s face contorts to more confusion before he shakes his head, almost confused that you would end it like that. “It wasn’t like that—”
“You’re naughty, bit of trouble, aren’t you?” You mock his words and accent to Tash in the Hideaway before you feel yourself starting to feel more and more angry, less and less hurt, but sincerely disappointed.
He exhales like he hasn’t taken a solid breath in weeks. “I didn’t know where we stood—I didn’t know if you would have someone. Am I supposed to think you wouldn’t keep someone here?”
“We stood strong,” you say, voice breaking now. “We were solid. You just didn’t want to admit you cracked—and you’re missing the entire point.”
He swallows hard. “I panicked—I didn’t—”
You laugh at those words — hollow and sharp with almost no feeling anymore. You watch his face, the way that his eyebrows crease, like he’s disappointed in himself, as he should be.
“So instead of trusting what we had, you panicked and kissed someone else? That’s not loyalty. That’s cowardice. You picked her, Harry. You disrespected this relationship, me, yourself—your hers now, and she can have you.” You move to stand with your cup in your hand as your ponytail swishes and you try your best to keep your emotions from turning into tears.
He’s silent; you know that he doesn’t have any excuse.
“I know I messed up,” he mutters, staring down at his hands that house the almost empty cup of wine that he knew he needed. “I didn’t handle it right.”
You shake your head, watching him straight up as you turn on your heels. “No, you didn’t. And what hurts the most is that I stood by you. I chose you every single day in that villa. And you made me look like a moron.”
He goes to stand and starts to walk with you as you want to get away from him as far as possible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”
“But you did, Harry!” you turn towards him again, quickly with a bit of whiplash, “You let go first. I was holding on with both hands.”
There’s a pause. His throat bobs before he lifts a shoulder, and shakes his head.
“I regret it,” he says quietly. “I shouldn’t have brought her back—you’re right, I screwed up.”
You stare at him, eyes glassy—you can’t cry, not now. Not in front of him, that would admit defeat. You’re standing on the ground, standing on what you believe before you throw away his words.
“You don’t get to regret it now that it’s real because you know that I’m single,” you say. “You don’t get to come crawling back just because you feel guilty all of the sudden. You didn’t think of me, period.”
Your eyes linger on him for a moment before you turn towards the girls, leaving him walking towards the boys, his head down in shame.
{NARRATOR}
Whew. Looks like Harry’s brought more than just Tash back from Casa Amor… he’s brought a storm. If only he could have forecasted bringing another woman back to his couple would have stirred up thunder!
Plot: Y/N and Harry are from completely different backgrounds. Everyone views her as the rich, spoiled girl, whereas Harry is the bad boy who can never be bothered. The only problem is that Y/N and Harry feel an attraction between one another - regardless of them getting under each other’s skin every chance they can get.
Warnings: Harry’s an asshole (he’ll make up for it), talks of infidelity, talks of harassment, fingering, choking, tiny instance of spitting, a small mention of exhibitionism and protected sex
A/N: I’ve made a post regarding the anonymous messages that have been sent out about myself, and my friends, over the last few months. If you choose to read it, you can find it here. ❤️
(This song keeps popping up on my Spotify, and it’s inspired me for a while, so I decided to write a little blurb about it. Also, pictures are for aesthetic purposes only! I hope you all enjoy ❤️)
• • • • •
Y/N could feel his eyes on hers as soon as she walked into the party. Her arm was hooked around her best friend’s, Shan, and the two of them had dressed to impress. It had surprised Y/N to feel the familiar tingle that spread over her body when she knew Harry was watching her. This party wasn’t his type of scene. Not in the slightest. There was no way he had come here tonight for her?
Right?
It wouldn’t be the first time that her friends had seen her and Harry interacting with each other, however, Shan was the only one that knew the extent of how far Y/N and Harry would go when no one else was around. To everyone else, Y/N and Harry pissed each other off, clearly some weird type of foreplay, but they never thought it had actually gotten beyond any of that.
But how wrong they all were.
Harry and Y/N had been hooking up with each other for the past five months. The first time it happened now seemed like a blur to the both of them. Not because of alcohol or any other substance, but because of how hungry and fantastic it was. For so long they had picked at each other. Insulted each other, and even started a terrible rumor or two, but they always knew that deep down they were feeding off of it. It turned them on to try and tear the other one down.
Once Shan and Y/N made their way over to the drinks in the kitchen, they started to make their rounds at the party - socializing with almost everyone they came across considering they’d known all of these people for years.
It wasn’t until they were passing by the open living room that Y/N finally heard that voice she knew so well calling her name.
“Y/N!” Harry yelled out, and she peered over her shoulder at him for a second before looking back to Shan.
“We can go over there, but only for a little bit,” Shan stated. “You know how I feel about him. He’s no good for you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “You act like it’s so serious,” she groaned as they started to head over to where Harry, and the friends he had clearly brought with him, were. “We’re just having fun. Fucking and fooling around. It’ll never be like that.”
“Trust me, I get it. I just don’t want something to happen, and you end up getting hurt, whether that be emotionally or physically. Sue me for caring about my best friend.”
Y/N stopped and held Shan’s face in her hands before placing a kiss to her cheek. “I appreciate you caring. You know I do, but I know what I’m doing. Harry would never cause me any harm regardless of how much of an asshole he can be.”
Shan just nodded in response, knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Y/N tonight, and they continued on their way over to Harry.
“What are you even doing here, Harry?” Y/N arched an eyebrow as she stood in front of him before taking a sip of her drink. “This definitely isn’t your kind of vibe.”
Y/N wasn’t even sure who could’ve given Harry the invitation for tonight. She hadn’t the last time they spoke.
More often than not, the two of them just saw each other out at the clubs that it seems both of their friend groups enjoyed frequenting. A club setting was where they had met, after all.
“For your information, I just so happened to be invited.” Harry’s smirk grew as his eyes flitted over the girl in front of him. “Just because you don’t care for me doesn’t mean all of your friends feel that way, Princess.”
Y/N’s jaw twitched as the nickname that she hated so much tumbled from Harry’s mouth. “I have people to talk to, so if you could hurry up and tell me why you called me over here, that would be great. You’re lucky I’m even entertaining you.”
A couple of Harry’s friends snickered at that, and Harry just shook his head. “Always trying to act like you don’t like what you see.” He clicked the back of his tongue against his teeth. “I just wanted to get a better look at what you were wearing tonight. That’s all.”
Scoffing, Y/N grabbed Shan’s hand so they could walk away, but Harry continued.
“You’ve got nothing on the way Raven looks tonight though. Have you seen her outfit? Maybe you could learn a thing or two.”
Harry watched as Y/N’s face fell, and he instantly felt his tongue grow heavy in his mouth. He didn’t know why he had said that. He knew the terrible things Raven had done to Y/N. He was well aware that he was the only person, other than Shan, that knew of said things.
He had never questioned why Y/N had shared that vulnerable part of herself with him. It happened one night when he had taken her back to his place with the intention of hooking up, as usual, but he could tell something was off from the moment he had helped her into the passenger seat of his car. When he asked her, she had paused for a few good seconds before spilling to him what Raven had been putting her through for the past several months.
Y/N’s ex, Nate, had cheated on her with Raven, but something that someone like Raven would definitely see as a ‘victory’ wasn’t enough. Raven continued to harass Y/N by creating account after account on certain social media platforms so she could keep sending pictures of her and Nate, although Y/N had asked her to stop several times.
The only reason why Raven eventually did stop was because Y/N threatened to take legal action for online stalking and harassment, and since then, Raven had been silent. Even when seeing each other in public.
“You’re a fucking dick,” Shan hissed as she cut her eyes at Harry, and she quickly pulled Y/N away from the group.
“Who the hell is Raven?” One of Harry’s friends spoke up. “I need to see this chick if you say she’s looking better than Y/N tonight.”
Harry didn’t respond. He just brought his beer bottle up to his mouth as he watched Shan tug Y/N through the crowd of people. Never once had he felt bad about the jabs he would take at her, considering she could throw them right back, but tonight he knew he had taken it way too far.
Maybe it was the fact she had been ignoring his texts over the past couple of weeks? He wasn’t sure why it bothered him. This wasn’t anything serious. It was just sex. He was sure she wasn’t sleeping with other people because they had both expressed that they wouldn’t if they continued to hook up the way they were. That way they were more than safe.
Bottom line - Harry didn’t have a right to be mean over discarded messages. He knew he didn’t.
So why the fuck had he compared her to Raven the way he did when he knew that would actually hurt her?
• • • • •
Shan drank enough for both herself and Y/N throughout the night. After Harry’s comment earlier, Y/N had no longer been in the party mood, but she wasn’t going to make her best friend leave over it. She was a big girl. She could hold her head high, ignore the looks Harry kept throwing her way, and continue to act like she was unbothered.
However, she couldn’t help the sinking in her stomach when her eyes eventually did land on Raven - hanging all over Nate. Her long black hair was in loose waves as it hung down her bare back. The dress she had on tonight cut so low that Y/N was sure she couldn’t have been wearing underwear. It hugged to her body just right, and her long, tan legs were attached to her petite feet that were in some strappy, heeled sandals.
Of course Raven looked better than her tonight. She always did. That’s how Y/N had lost her boyfriend to begin with. She wasn’t stupid when it came to that fact.
It just shocked her that Harry had decided to rub it in her face.
As Y/N stood against the wall, sipping from a water bottle as she watched Shan indulge in what had to be her eighth game of ‘flip cup’ of the night, she felt a presence beside her. She knew it wasn’t Harry from the lack of electricity, considering the person’s arm was so close to her own.
Looking over, she saw Grady. Grady was always kind to Y/N, and she knew he had a bit of a crush on her, but she never fed into it. He was kind enough, and attractive, however, he wasn’t her type.
“You alright? You’ve been frowning for the last hour,” Grady commented as he brought his solo cup up to his lips.
“Yeah, just not feeling it tonight.” Y/N shrugged. “Sticking it out for Shan though. She was really excited for the party.”
“I’m sure she appreciates it.” Grady smiled over at her for a minute before raising his free hand to rub the back of his neck. “Look, I know it happened a bit ago, and I hope I’m not overstepping by saying this, but I’m really sorry for what happened between you and Nate.”
As much as Y/N knew that Grady was trying to be nice, the fact he brought Nate and Raven up made her want to leave that much more. Everyone knew that Nate had cheated on Y/N with Raven, but it was only Shan and Harry that knew the extent of the aftermath.
“Did everyone want to fucking talk about this tonight?” Y/N thought to herself before speaking. “Thank you, Grady, I appreciate that. It’s just not something I really want to talk about.”
“Of course, of course.” He nodded before walking forward to lay a delicate hand on Y/N’s hip. “But I hope you know he’s an idiot for ever letting someone like you go.”
The moment Grady’s palm connected with Y/N’s smooth skin, she felt that familiar tingle, and she thought for a second that maybe she was starting to see something more in him. However, when she looked past Grady’s shoulder, she could see Harry’s eyes were right on her.
How silly was she to think that anyone else here could make her have that sensation except for Harry?
Biting down on her bottom lip, Y/N laid her hand on Grady’s forearm while looking up at him sweetly. “That’s a very nice thing to say. You’re too kind, you know that?”
She could catch the soft blush that dusted over Grady’s cheeks, and he let out a small laugh. “I’m just being honest. You deserve to be told how wonderful you are.”
For the next few minutes, Grady and Y/N were caught in conversation all while Harry kept his gaze right on them. He watched as Y/N flipped her hair and tilted her head back occasionally with a loud laugh. She was flirting, and he hated that it was driving him borderline insane.
When Harry caught sight of Y/N slipping away from Grady and pointing to the hallway that had the bathroom, Harry set his beer bottle down and started behind her. His friends were calling behind him, asking where he was going, but he had no problem ignoring them. His focus was elsewhere.
Just as Y/N was going to slip into the restroom, Harry’s arm wrapped around her waist from behind to pull her back against his chest. He walked them both into the bathroom before shutting the door with his foot - reaching behind with his free hand to lock it.
“Let go of me!” Y/N squealed while slapping her hands against the forearm still around her, and that’s when she looked down and noticed the tattoos. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes met Harry’s before she swallowed harshly. “Get off me.”
Her tone wasn’t harsh. It was void of emotion altogether. They kept their eyes on each other’s before Harry dropped his arm, and she quickly turned around to face him properly while taking a few steps back
“I have to actually use the bathroom, you know?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “So whatever you want, can it wait?”
“No.” Harry’s hands curled into fists as he tried to find the right words to say. This wasn’t him. He didn’t do feelings. “I don’t know why I brought her up.”
Y/N sucked in a deep breath as she dropped her arms and looked up at the ceiling. “It doesn’t fucking matter, Harry. I just really want to use the restroom, and then I’m probably going to leave. Please, just get-”
“It does matter,” Harry interrupted and he walked forward. When he noticed Y/N didn’t try to move back, he kept going. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I know we pick at each other all the time. Say a lot of shit we don’t actually mean, but I took it too far, and for that, I’m sorry.”
A laugh of disbelief left Y/N’s mouth before she could stop it, and her eyebrows raised on her forehead. “I’m sorry, but is Harry Styles apologizing? And to me of all people?”
“Yes, alright?” He responded with his teeth slightly clenched. “I don’t like to admit to my mistakes often, but I need to with this one. I was out of line. You didn’t deserve that. I think I’m just…frustrated.”
“Frustrated? Over what?”
“You’ve been ignoring me.”
“We hook up,” Y/N stated firmly. “If I don’t feel like doing it, then I’m not going to respond, okay? I just haven’t been in the mood lately.”
The truth was, Y/N had started to get a little too attached to Harry, and it scared her. She was convinced that she didn’t want a relationship with him. She didn’t want their back and forth dynamic to change. If he caught on that she was starting to feel something a bit more, Y/N was scared that Harry would stop wanting to see her.
“You could at least reply back and tell me that instead of making me think you’re through with me.” Harry’s brows narrowed as he stared down at her.
“You know what? If you were apologizing to me just so you could get your dick wet, I’m sure Raven would have no problem doing that. Now, could you please get out so I can-”
Y/N’s words ceased as one of Harry’s large hands collared throat. He leaned down so his cheek was lightly pressed against hers - lips brushing against her ear. “My apology was actually sincere, Princess. And you know damn well I don’t want Raven. The only cunt I want wrapped around me is yours.”
Goosebumps erupted all over the girl’s skin as Harry’s mouth smeared against her cheekbone while he lifted up to look down into her eyes.
“I’m gonna sit your pretty little ass up on that counter, and I’m gonna take what I’ve been missing for the past couple weeks. Understand?”
“Y-Yes,” Y/N stammered as she already felt her knees going weak at Harry’s tone.
He always managed to get her a bit quiet when he was so forward like this, and something about that turned him on even more. Sure, he liked the bickering a lot. It caused his cock to plump right up in his tight jeans every single time, but being able to leave Y/N speechless was like an accomplishment.
Harry’s arms quickly picked Y/N up and he walked the few steps to plop her down on top of the marbled surface - being careful not to have her back press into the faucet of the sink.
“This tiny fucking top,” he muttered as he reached up to undo the tie around her neck that was holding up her shimmery halter top.
Once undone, the top fell down to reveal her breasts - nipples hard and ready to be tended to. A growl rattled in Harry’s throat while he reached out to knead the soft flesh in his palms. He leaned his hip against the inside of one of her knees so that her legs spread more, and he could get as close to her as possible.
“Don’t like that it could’ve been so easy for anyone to do what I just did,” Harry stated with a shake of his head. “Any fuckboy could’ve walked by you and pulled that tie. Seen these perky tits that are mine.”
Y/N could only moan at Harry’s possessiveness. This was a side of him she really hadn’t seen before, but she wasn’t disappointed by it. If anything, it had a weird feeling brewing in her stomach that she wanted to explore more.
Tugging at her nipples, Harry leaned down to ghost his lips along Y/N’s. She tilted her chin up to try and connect them completely, but Harry moved his head back with a smirk.
“If you’re going to act like you’re gonna kiss me, then just kiss me, dammit,” Y/N huffed while tugging at the front of Harry’s shirt to try and bring him closer again.
“There's that mouth,” he chuckled before smearing their lips together.
Y/N mewled as she continued to grip to Harry’s shirt while rocking her hips up and against the bulge that was steadily growing in his jeans. Harry groaned at the sensation, but mildly winced when he felt his prick pressing along his zipper.
“Hold on, baby,” he mumbled before reaching down to undo the buttons of his jeans - pulling down the zipper as well.
Using the opportunity to her advantage, Y/N slipped her hand down to cup him through his briefs. She gave a small squeeze which caused Harry’s lips to part - a breathy moan escaping him as he looked down at her actions. His signature smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth again as he raised his index and middle fingers to Y/N’s lips.
“Get these nice and wet for me, yeah?” He asked while tilting his head to the side.
Y/N complied immediately as she took Harry’s fingers into her mouth. She held his eyes as she swirled her tongue around his digits - getting them so wet that drool started to pool underneath her bottom lip. When Harry pulled them out, he lifted his other hand to smear his thumb along her lips to clean up the mess.
“What would they all say if they saw you like this, hm? Hand wedged into my jeans, stroking my cock over my boxers all while you suck on my fingers.” He shook his head while running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “You dirty fucking girl.”
Dropping his hands, Harry bunched her mini skirt up and pulled her silk thong to the side with one - using the other with the slicked up fingers to start rubbing circles against her clit.
“Harry,” Y/N whined while working her hand faster against him. “That feels so good.”
“I know it does.” Harry dropped his forehead to hers. “I know exactly how you like it, don’t I? And no one else does. Only me.”
Y/N hummed as Harry spread her apart and slipped his wet fingers into her cunt - immediately curling them to find her spot while applying pressure to her sensitive bud with his thumb. He could feel her thighs threatening to close down around his hand, and he quickly moved his hand holding her underwear to push against the inside of one of her knees.
“You know how I hate that,” he sneered as Y/N’s eyes slipped shut.
“Can’t help it.” Her fingers wrapped around the edges of the counter - her knuckles turning white. “It’s too much.”
“Is it?” Harry teased before slipping in a third finger which emitted a gasp from Y/N as her eyes flew open. “Is that too much, Princess?”
Her jaw dropped, but she couldn’t find any words to say. The pleasure was already too overwhelming considering she hadn’t been touched like this in weeks. Harry always knew exactly how to handle her, which was something she wasn’t used to before. He didn’t handle her gently most of the time, but it’s because he knew she enjoyed that.
Y/N liked it rough, and Harry liked to give it rough.
The sounds of Harry’s digits pumping in and out of Y/N’s cunt started to fill the small bathroom, and he watched as her chest started to heave.
“Already right there, aren’t you?” He chuckled darkly. “Now tell me why you decided to ignore me like you did, hm? Decided to ignore this. You can have it like this every night, Y/N. All you have to do is say the word.”
Y/N started to writhe on the counter. Her orgasm was right around the corner, and she knew it was going to hit her hard.
“The second you come, I’m gonna roll a rubber onto my cock, and I’m gonna take you how I’ve wanted since you decided to blow me off. Deep. Hard. Rough. You’re gonna feel me everywhere tonight, Y/N. I’ll make sure you’ll feel me everywhere tomorrow too. Maybe even the day after.”
Harry’s words pushed Y/N over the edge, and he couldn’t help the audible moan that left him when he felt her walls clamping down around his fingers over and over. He continued to move them fluidly to ride her through her climax while planting a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“That’s it.” His lips grazed over her cheekbone. “Such a good girl for me, Princess.”
Y/N shuddered as she finally started to come down, and she turned her head to connect her lips with Harry’s. He removed his fingers from her while reaching into his back pocket - quickly disconnecting from the kiss to lick his fingers that had been inside of her clean.
Pulling the condom from his wallet, he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it down his shaft before capturing Y/N in another kiss. His tongue forced its way past the seam of her lips as he rolled his hips to have his tip slip inside her slippery cunt. He swallowed the mewl that flooded from Y/N’s throat as he rocked back and forth slowly - letting her adjust to his size.
Y/N whimpered at the stretch, and Harry pulled back again to look down at her while shushing her softly. “None of that,” he said while massaging the plush skin of her thighs. “You know I’m going to ease you into it. Just sit there for me, alright? Let me do the work.”
He stared into Y/N’s eyes as he continued to work his length into her - going a little further with each stroke. Once he was finally in to the hilt, they both let out noises of pleasure as she clung to his shoulders. Her nails dug through the material of his shirt and into his skin, but he didn’t care. She liked to mark him up, and he liked having the marks on full display. It was fun letting her friends and his friends see them, however, they would never have any idea that Y/N was the one responsible for them.
“There we go.” Harry cupped the front of Y/N’s neck once again - giving it a soft squeeze. “Told you I’d get you there, didn’t I?”
Nodding aimlessly, Y/N squirmed as she tried to get him to start moving again. “Please,” she pouted.
“So impatient,” he scolded as he kept one hand on her throat, and the other went to the bend of her knee so he could hold her leg up against his hip. “I’ll give it to you. You better hold on.”
Pulling back, Harry let himself exit until just the tip was seated inside her, and as he quickly thrusted back inside, he tightened his grip on her neck. Y/N let out a short scream, but it was quickly cut off as Harry started up at a relentless pace.
“Look at those tits,” he said in a dazed tone as he stared at Y/N’s chest. “Bouncing everytime I get back inside you all the way. Got me growing harder inside of you seeing this.”
“You’re so deep,” Y/N breathed as she placed her hand on top of Harry’s - the one still on her throat.
“Yeah?” He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. “And I’m the only one who’s ever been in there like that, hm? It’s my spot?”
“Yes,” the girl moaned.
“Say it.” Harry sunk his fingers into her pulse points, and he could feel them pounding against the tips. “Say it’s my spot.”
“It’s yours!” Y/N wailed as tears pricked at the corner of her eyes with just how good he was giving her his cock. “Your spot. Only yours!”
“That’s right.” Harry pressed a bruising kiss against her lips, and he released her throat so he could angle his palm against the small of her back - having Y/N arch into him more. “Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
Her hard nipples brushed along his clothed chest as he continued to pound into her, all while Y/N now scraped her nails along his biceps.
A knocking on the door startled both of them, and Y/N’s look of lust soon turned into one of fear.
“Stop fucking in there! Some of us have to take a piss!”
Harry couldn’t help the grin that spread across his mouth when he recognized the voice as Nate’s, and he nipped at Y/N’s bottom lip with his teeth.
“Ignore him, and you be as loud as you want. Let him hear you. Let him know what he couldn’t give you,” Harry instructed.
There was a split second where Y/N thought of asking Harry to stop, but when she heard what he wanted her to do, she couldn’t help but want to obey. Nate deserved to know he never fucked Y/N to the point she was moaning his name over and over again. He deserved to know Y/N was capable of screaming in the heights of her orgasm, but Nate wouldn’t know that because he never got her there.
Y/N nodded and Harry couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. “Let’s go, Y/N. Let them all hear.”
Using the strength she had left, Y/N rocked her hips forward to match each of Harry’s thrusts, and she knew by the groan he let out that she was getting him close.
“Look at you,” Harry praised. “Should I open the door? Let him watch? Let all of them watch? You know when we walk out of here, they’re going to know anyway. Why not give them a bit of a show?”
That caused Y/N’s walls to pulse around Harry’s length, and he lost a bit of his rhythm before recovering it.
“Oh, you’d like that, huh? Always surprising me, you know that? You’d definitely surprise the hell out of them. Who knew spoiled, little Y/N liked to be roughed up a bit. But not just by anyone, right? By Harry. Someone so beneath you and your friends. But no one can make you come like I can, can they?”
They both knew anyone waiting outside could hear them through the door, but Y/N really didn’t care anymore. Harry didn’t even care at all. He didn’t care from the beginning if anyone knew he was fucking Y/N, but he knew the backlash she could get from it, which is why he let her keep it under wraps for so long. But now…now everyone would know. And honestly? That had Harry trying to keep from shooting his load into his condom so that he could get Y/N there first.
“Not gonna stop.” Harry tilted his head down to spit on her clit to slick it up, and he angled his pelvis just the right way to have her rubbing against it every time he was fully inside. “Not gonna stop until you come all over my cock.”
“I’m close,” Y/N confessed while staring into his eyes. “No one gets me there like you do. No one has ever fucked me the way you have, and I don’t want them to.”
“Is that right? You only want me to fill this tight, little cunt? Only need me?”
“Yes, yes. Only you, Harry. Just you.”
“Sounded like you kind of wanted to be my girl there for a second, Princess.” Harry sponged his lips against the hinge of her jaw. “Say please, and maybe I’ll consider it.”
“Please.” Y/N didn’t know why this was all coming out tonight, but she wasn’t going to take it back. This had been building up for a while, and if getting drunk off Harry’s cock is what was going to get her to confess this is how she felt, then so be it. “Let me be your girl. I want to be yours.”
“Shit.” Harry let his hand slip from Y/N’s back so he could rub against her clit instead. That was the second time he had to keep himself from coming, and there was no way he was going to be the first one to do so. “Come for me, baby. Need to feel you.”
Staring into Harry’s eyes, Y/N focused in on the way she felt, as well as the way Harry was looking at her, and she could feel herself topple over the edge once again.
“Harry!” She mewled. “Harry, Harry, Harry…”
Y/N repeating his name in such a breathy moan is what had Harry finally succumbing to his orgasm, and he dropped his face into her neck as he finished inside the condom. His hips continued to rock for a few more seconds, and when they both stilled, he could feel Y/N’s fingers threading through his long curls.
He lifted his head to look down at her, and when he saw the smile that perched on her lips, he couldn’t help but return it.
“Did you mean that? You want to be my girl?” He asked, and it was the first time Y/N had ever seen any sort of insecurity from him.
“Yeah.” She cupped his cheek while tracing over his top lip with the pad of her thumb. “I do.”
They both exchanged a few small kisses before Harry reluctantly slipped from her heat. He grabbed some tissues off the counter next to Y/N to clean them both and dispose of the condom, and he washed his hands before helping Y/N tie her halter top back into its proper place.
“I still have to pee, you know? So…” Y/N fiddled with her fingers behind her back.
“Oh, I’m not walking out of here unless you’re right beside me, Princess. You’re just going to have to pee in front of me.”
“Harry!” She exclaimed before he raised his eyebrows at her - an indication that he was serious. Groaning, she stomped her foot on the floor before lifting a hand in the air with her finger pointed towards the ground, and she began to move it in a circular motion. “Then turn around and plug your fucking ears.”
Harry chuckled, but he did as he was told. He faced the door and pressed his hands against his ears while Y/N sat down to relieve herself. Once she finished, she stood up and washed her hands in the sink, and she took in a deep breath as she stood beside Harry.
“You sure you’re ready? Everyone’s about to figure out that you’ve been slumming it.”
“Not slumming it.” Y/N shook her head adamantly. “I’m not scared.”
Smirking, Harry opened the door to reveal Raven and Nate standing there, and Y/N couldn’t help but match Harry’s expression when she saw their eyes widen.
“Sorry,” she said while wiping around her mouth with her thumb and index, as if she and Harry had just finished instead of properly cleaning up. “It’s all yours.”
Harry shot the couple a wink as he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist - pulling her into his side. The two of them walked back out to the party, and they could feel eyes on them, but they ignored it.
“Drink?” Harry asked as he started to steer them towards the kitchen.
“Drink.” Y/N nodded with a large smile on her face.
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A/N: just like probably half the female population, im obsessed with the new off campus series so i just had to write something inspired by that and who doesn't love a good college au with the fake dating trope??
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SUMMARY: After an unfortunate game of truth or dare you're faced with a problem you weren't expecting. What you were also not expecting was Harry Styles offering to fake date you to solve your situation. But how are you gonna survive pretending to date the guy you've been crushing on since basically day one of college?
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Every time you go to a party you have a certain excitement rushing through your veins for some reason. Something always happens, there’s not a dull night when a party is happening somewhere on campus.
With your roommate, Noor by your side and a few other girls from your dorm you walk into the frat house, where the party is fully raging, music is thumping through the walls, laughter and screaming is heard from somewhere practically all the time, the house is packed. You squeeze through the crowd carefully, trying not to spill the drink Noor practically forced into your hand the second you walked in. Someone is already dancing on the kitchen counter, a couple is aggressively making out against the fridge and one of the frat brothers runs past you wearing nothing but swim trunks and cowboy boots, though that’s nothing surprising.
“I aspire to be him!” Noor shouts through the music, pointing towards Cowboy Boots guy and you just laugh.
She grabs your wrist and pulls you deeper into the house where a bunch of people you know from the dorm next to yours already claimed a spot in the living room. Most of these faces you only see at parties, but you always greet each other like old friends. Frat parties surely bring people together.
As you squeeze into their circle you spot an even more familiar face and your stomach immediately tightens.
Harry is sitting on the couch, like always, he somehow looks completely effortless in the middle of chaos, one arm lazily stretched across the back of the couch, messy curls bouncing with each head movement he makes.
His eyes lift, meeting yours and suddenly, you feel way too aware of your own presence. Thinking of it, the excitement you feel before parties is most likely because of him, rather than the party itself. He is a well-known name around campus, as captain of the hockey team he is definitely a star athlete girls swoon after, understandably. He’s got that boyish charm mixed with something mysterious and his good looks are definitely helping his case, they have you in a chokehold since freshman year. The two of you have been running in the same circles, thanks to Noor and her popularity, but it’s not like you’ve been best of friends.
Harry’s expression brightens slightly in recognition and he lifts his cup toward you in greeting.
“Hey,” he says when you settle in the circle.
“Hey,” you breathe out, like you’re talking to a celebrity or something.
Pathetic, you think to yourself and look away before your staring could turn awkward. Then Noor throws in her favorite game she always makes people play at parties, mostly because she likes when things get messy.
“Okay!” she claps loudly. “We’re playing truth or dare because I’m bored.”
A chorus of approval rises around the group.
“Maybe we could play something else,” you suggest, hoping to save yourself from public humiliation. Unfortunately for you, Noor never considers that.
“Nope, this will be perfect,” she grins proudly.
Naturally, she likes to encourage a heavily alcoholic version of the game, where basically everyone has to drink for practically everything. So ten minutes later you’re sitting on the carpet with your legs crossed, an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle and a worrying amount of alcohol in your system as the game goes on. Dares have been a popular choice so far, a girl has kissed her ex, a guy has given a lapdance to a girl he didn’t know, but truths are making rounds as well and the game gets dirtier with every round.
Then the bottle spins again and this time it lands on you.
“Nooo,” you groan, dropping your head back., taking a mandatory sip of your drink.
“Truth or dare?” one of the frat boys asks excitedly.
“Truth,” you answer quickly. “Always truth. I’m not getting arrested tonight.”
“I would bail you out,” Noor laughs beside you.
“Thank you, but I’ll stick to truth.”
The guy grins mischievously.
“Okay then… Out of everyone you’ve hooked up with on campus…” he starts, making everyone lean in immediately, “who gave you the best orgasm?”
The group explodes into screaming before you can even process the question.
“Drop the name, girl!” someone hollers while you feel heat creeping up your neck and cheeks.
Your gaze meets Harry’s for a second, he is just smiling, waiting for your answer like everyone else. Maybe it’s from the alcohol, maybe it’s the exhaustion from dealing with disappointing men, but you feel like being blunt about your answer.
“That would require one of them actually giving me one.”
It’s like you just dropped a bomb, everyone explodes, no one expected you to say that. Noor nearly falls over laughing beside you while someone across the circle chokes on their drink.
“Wait, seriously?” another girl asks, eyes wide.
You shrug, trying to act far more unbothered than you actually feel as heat crawls up your neck.
“What?” you laugh nervously. “You asked.”
When you glance at Harry again, expecting him to laugh like everyone else, he doesn’t. He’s still smiling faintly, but there’s something else in his expression now, something more curious than amused.
“Honestly? Real,” a brunette across the circle says, raising her drink toward you dramatically.
“Thank you!” another girl immediately shouts from the couch. “Finally someone said it!”
The girls erupt into laughter and cheers while a few of the guys start protesting loudly.
“Oh come on!”
“There’s no way all of them were bad.”
“Y’all are brutal tonight.”
“No, you’re just bad at sex,” Noor says matter-of-factly before taking a sip of her drink. The room explodes again. You cover your face with your hands, laughing despite yourself.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to play.”
“Oh my God,” one of the hockey players groans. “You just destroyed male morale for the rest of the semester.”
“As she should,” a girl mutters.
Someone throws a pillow across the circle and suddenly everybody starts yelling over each other at once.
“Alright, alright!” the frat guy running the game laughs. “Damn, didn’t know we were starting gender wars tonight.”
“Too late for that,” Noor snorts beside you. You sink back slightly into your spot on the carpet, cheeks still burning, but weirdly… lighter. Because honestly? It kinda felt good to actually say it out loud, you’ve been carrying this secret around for way too long.
Then one of the guys across the circle leans forward with narrowed eyes.
“Wait, so how many guys are we talking about exactly?”
“Are you trying to slut shame me now?” you arch an eyebrow at him.
“Not at all, I just need the numbers for the statistics!” he holds up his hands in defense. “Like, two out of two is not as bad a ten out of ten.”
A horrified laugh escapes you.
“Oh my God, this is not a research project.”
“No, seriously!” he insists through his own laughter. “Context matters!”
“Both versions are unacceptable on the male side!” Noor points at him.
“No!” he protests. “Two guys is kinda unfortunate, but could happen. Ten on the other hand…”
“That’s a campus epidemic,” the brunette from earlier cuts in with a laugh.
“This just proves how much women have to put up with!” Noor raises her drink and almost all the girls join her.
“Can we move on before every man in this room develops a complex?” someone groans.
“Too late,” another guy mutters into his drink.
“Still think she should name names,” somebody says, but you just roll your eyes.
Your eyes drift across the room again, instinctively searching for Harry. Bad idea, because he is already looking at you. He’s pretty quiet compared to everyone else around him, one arm hanging lazily over his bent knee now as the corner of his mouth curves upward slightly. Like he is amused by what you just admitted.
Then one of the hockey guys nudges Harry with his elbow.
“Careful, mate,” he jokes loudly. “Don’t look too interested. She’ll expose you next.”
The group bursts into laughter again. Heat immediately crawls back into your face and you grab your cup for another sip, already preparing for Harry to laugh it off. But instead, Harry barely reacts, just shrugs his shoulders and says: “I’m not on her list of disappointments, maybe you have something to worry about, Tanner?” he teases back, making everyone around them laugh.
Slowly, the rumble around your answer dies down and you carry on with the game. By the time you leave with Noor you kind of forget about it too and expect it to just become a funny story you sometimes bring up.
Well, you were wrong.
Because apparently, the information you shared wasn’t as forgettable as you expected it to be. By the next afternoon it becomes kinda viral, a meme page had posted a screenshot of your confession and some girls started a micro trend by listing names of guys who failed to please them, Noor had already sent you three of these videos.
And then there were the DMs. The worst of it all, because some guys took it quite personally and started offering their unwanted services.
be honest though was it really that bad? i could fix that for u
i can show you a good time bby
if you want I can prove you wrong
It keeps going like that all weekend, driving you insane. You notice the stares and some guys even wink at you even though you have no idea who they are. By the time Monday comes, you’re considering just dropping out of school to have peace.
Walking into your afternoon class you’re so occupied trying to stay off the radar that you totally forgot that this is the lecture you share with Harry. He often comes in late and just sits in the closest seat to the door, but this time he is there before you and waves at you to sit beside him. You hesitate for half a second, but then head over to him.
“Hey,” he says when you drop into the chair beside him.
“Hey, you smile a little nervously, grabbing your notebook from your backpack. The room is still buzzing, you still have a few minutes until the professor arrives.
Your phone vibrates on the desk and you stiffen automatically, knowing it’s another DM. Harry glances sideways at you.
“Are you alright?” he asks, leaning just a tad bit closer. You exhale through your nose.
“I’m fine.”
He hums like he doesn’t believe you, but doesn’t push it and you just ignore your phone, until it vibrates again.
And again.
You exhale sharply as you grab it and mute it fully, but your anger doesn’t go over Harry’s head entirely.
“Someone is eager to reach you, huh?”
“Um, not exactly,” you sigh, deleting the notifications from your lockscreen. “I’ve been getting some… offers.”
His eyebrows arch and he shoots you a questioning look.
“I’m hoping these are not the kind of offers I’m thinking about, but…”
“But they are,” you finish for him with a forced smile. He hums with a frown as you drop your phone into your bag so it’s not distracting you. “Seems like some guys took it very personally to change my stats,” you mumble under your breath just as the professor walks in and the lecture starts.
For about twenty minutes you’re able to ignore the shitshow that’s been following you around and actually focus on the lecture. The only distraction is Harry’s presence beside you, it’s like you can’t not notice all his movements, the way he changes position in his seat or scribbles his notes down.
Then, sometime halfway through the lecture he leans closer and whispers to you.
“I think the problem is that you’ve become a challenge for them.”
“Huh?” you turn to him confused.
“The DMs,” he nods towards your bag by your leg. “They will keep coming, because you’re a challenge to them, they all want to prove that they are the ones to change your stats.”
“Okay, yeah, I can see that,” you nod, thinking through his words.
“There’s a solution though.”
“What?” you ask, a little louder than you should be talking during a lecture. The professor clears his throat.
“Please leave the friendly chats after the class. Thank you,” he calls out with a disapproving look on his face, staring at you.
Embarrassed, you slide lower in your seat, while you hear Harry chuckling under his breath beside you. Not wanting to piss off the professor, you have to sit through the whole lecture and it’s complete torture, not knowing what Harry wanted to tell you.
The moment the class is over you turn to him.
“So what is it?”
He grins, packing up his desk. You do the same and the two of you head out together.
“So, as embarrassing as it is, men are pretty simple,” he starts explaining. “They see a challenge, their competitiveness turns on and they won’t back down until they get what they want.”
“Okay, so then what’s the solution other than dropping out of school and becoming a nun?”
Harry chuckles at your joke, which makes your stomach flip.
“The real problem here is that you’re available.”
“Available?” you frown. “For what? To be continuously disrespected by assholes?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “You’re available to receive their offers.”
“I don’t think I’m following,” you admit just as you reach the branching of the road, you should be heading for your next class, while Harry is about to head to practice.
“By available I mean that you’re not taken,” he rephrases. “If you were dating someone, claimed by a guy, they wouldn’t feel like they could just easily slide into your DMs and make those ridiculous offers.”
“Oh, so I’m supposed to just find someone to date me, it’s that easy?” you ask totally sarcastically and Harry once again chuckles.
“Or you can just fake date someone.”
“Because that’s easier to find someone for, right?”
“I could do it.”
Your eyes widen and lips part. Did you just hear him right? Did he just offer to be your fake boyfriend to help you out or it’s just your brain playing nasty tricks on you?
But as he stares back at you, you slowly realize that he really did say that.
“I’m sorry, what? You’re offering to fake date me?”
“Yeah,” he shrugs, like it’s no big deal.
“I… I have so many questions right now,” you admit with a flustered laugh.
“Okay, I understand,” he nods. “Well, I have practice now, but I get off at six. Why don’t we meet up and we can discuss your questions?” He is already backing away towards the sports centre while you just stand there, like a dumb statue.
“Um, okay? Sure,” you agree at last. Harry nods with a smile and then turns around and disappears in the sea of students.
***
You can’t believe it, but at six o’clock you’re waiting by the sports centre for Harry to be done with practice so you could talk about him fakedating you. How insane does that sound?
Sitting on a bench near the exit you start noticing his teammates and your pulse quickens. Every time the door opens you’re scared and kind of excited at the same time to see Harry and when it’s finally him stepping out, you feel like fainting.
But as he approaches you with a soft, friendly smile you oddly find yourself calming down.
“So, have you thought about it?” he simply asks, dropping his bag to the ground and sitting beside you.
“That’s all I’ve been doing,” you scoff truthfully, making him chuckle. “And I have so many questions.”
“Alright, let’s hear them.”
You have a million questions racing in your mind and can’t really choose one to ask first, until you find the one that’s probably the most burning.
With a sigh, you turn to face him.
“Why?”
“Why what?” he cocks his head to the side.
“Why would you do it? What’s in it for you? I know what’s in it for me, but I don’t see your side.”
Harry nods, like he’s chewing on your words, moving his gaze around the buildings surrounding you before he looks back into your eyes.
“Maybe I’m trying to make up for the damage other guys do,” he shrugs, but you give him a look that makes it clear you’re not believing him. “Or maybe I just want to mess with others. I’m bored, this sounds like fun.”
“I’m not sure this should be your way of having fun, there are so many other things to do if you’re bored.”
“But I want to do this,” he points out. “I haven’t done it, I’m curious.”
“Don’t tell me it’s on your bucket list or whatever,” you shake your head laughing and that brings a smirk to his face.
“Maybe,” he teases you. “Maybe I just want to help a friend out.”
“So we’re friends?” you ask before you could think of your words.
“Are we not?” he throws the question right back.
“I mean… We’re in the same friend group and we are friendly, but I wouldn’t necessarily call you a good friend of mine.”
“Ouch,” he puts a hand over his chest dramatically, making you roll your eyes. “Well, maybe it’s time to change that!”
“I’m not sure fake dating is the best way to bring us closer,” you chuckle in disbelief.
“Not the best, but it’s one,” he shrugs smirking and you hate just how irresistible he looks. For a moment, you just stare at him. At the way he’s smiling at you like this whole thing is exciting instead of potentially catastrophic. Like fake dating you is genuinely something he wants to do. It makes your stomach twist dangerously and the urge to just be selfish and take it heightens.
“This could backfire horribly if someone finds out we’re just faking it,” you tell him with a sigh.
“Oh, I know,” he nods confidently. “But we can figure out how to do it right.”
“You sure you want to do it?”
“I offered, didn’t I?”
“That doesn’t answer my question. I need an explicit confirmation.”
His eyes flicker over your face for a second before he leans back against the bench, stretching his legs out in front of him.
“I do genuinely want to do this.”
You stare back at him, as if you’re giving him the chance to back out, but he doesn’t and you aren’t either.
“Okay,” you nod. “Then let’s discuss how to do it.”
Harry’s grin stretches wide as he nods and just like that, the acting starts.
***
“Girl, if you keep staring at the door it might explode,” Noor pokes her elbow into your side as you sit in the cafeteria. “You’re giving it away.”
“Sorry, I just… this is so weird,” you mutter, so no one else around the table hears you.
It’s been two days since you and Harry made a pact to fakedate so guys would stop bothering you and today is your official debut. Other than parties, the cafeteria is the best place to hard launch a relationship and that’s exactly what you’re about to do, only you’re so nervous you might fall right off your chair.
You’ve discussed the most important dates and Harry suggested to just go with the flow, because planning it out too much might give you away.
Noor is the only person you told the truth. You just knew you wouldn’t be able to convince her and you need her support to actually do this.
“Yeah, but maybe stop looking like you’re expecting a SWAT team to kick the doors down,” she murmurs, making you let out a nervous laugh.
That’s when the doors open and Harry walks in with two of his teammates. Heads naturally turn in their directions, students greet them on their way over to your table and you can’t stop staring at him. Maybe it’s the nerves, or just how fucking good he looks, he consumes all your attention.
He is halfway over to your table when his gaze meets yours and his whole face softens, while your stomach flips violently.
Noor says something beside you, but you hear nothing of it as Harry walks up to you. His friends greet others at the table, taking the empty seats while Harry strides right over to you.
“Hi,” he says, eyes focused only on you, then he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek before taking the empty chair beside you.
And if that wasn’t enough, he simply grabs the underside of your chair, pulls you closer and lazily drops a hand to your knee, acting like this whole scene was nothing special. But it was.
For you, of course, but for others too. You notice how some of the girls around the table are eyeing you with shock and surprise, like they just missed a chapter and you don’t blame them. It kinda feels like you did too.
You try your best to act normal, but there is nothing normal about Harry Styles sitting beside you like this and you’re not only talking about his hand on your knee. He sits like the two of you belong together, like… actually. Like it’s the most natural thing to waltz in here, kiss you on the cheek and let everyone know your status without even saying a word.
It’s kind of scary, but exciting too.
Noor kicks your foot lightly under the table. Your eyes snap at her and find her smiling like crazy.
“Stop,” you mouth her and force your body to relax so you’re not sitting like a plank of wood while Harry is oozing charm right beside you.
“So what did we miss?” Larissa asks from across the table, wiggling her eyebrows in your direction.
“Erm, what do you mean?” you ask innocently, but then Harry decides to move his hand from your knee and circle his arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you closer to him.
“We’re just exploring new things. Together,” he answers so nonchalantly, you’d believe him if you didn’t know the truth. Why is he so good at this?
“Oh really?” another friend of yours, Georgia asks with a smile so wide you have never seen on her face.
“What, like it’s surprising?” Harry asks and you almost instantly scream Yes! It is! but everyone else around the table thinks about it for a second and actually agrees that it’s not a shocker.
Have you fallen into another universe? Why is it not surprising to anyone that you and Harry are an item now?
Questions like that flood your mind, but you can’t ask them without blowing your cover that seems to be working perfectly, so you’re left stewing in your own head.
Harry gently squeezes your shoulder, catching your attention.
“You alright?” he asks quietly. You’re very aware of how close your faces are, you can make out every freckle and blemish on his skin, along with his ridiculously pretty lashes that frame his light green eyes.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, but you’re anything but alright at the moment.
“You’re doing good,” he gifts you with a small smile. “People are noticing us.”
Carefully, you look around in the cafeteria and realize he is right, people are eyeing the two of you, whispering and probably guessing which will eventually lead to spreading the change in your relationship status shortly.
You turn back to face Harry and once again get swept away by him. It’s only day one and you agreed to keep the facade up for a couple of weeks until something else gets the attention of everyone and you can finally return to your normal again. But all you can think of now is how fucking beautiful and kind and perfect he is and that’s way too dangerous.
Because you’re supposed to be acting, it’s only a temporary agreement, but right now, you’re scared of how the end of it will find you.
For the rest of lunch you somehow manage to ease up enough not to freak out. With the girls you talk about having a movies night sometime soon and the boys talk about sport, it’s all the same as usual. Then when it’s time to leave Harry waits for you to gather your things and you almost ask him what he wants when you realize that you are a couple now and couples walk each other to class all the time.
“I’ll carry that for you,” he says, grabbing your heavy Spanish lit textbook you can’t fit into your bag, so you usually just carry it around in your arms.
“Oh, thanks,” you nod and then he holds his hand out for you. You blink a few times before eventually taking it and the two of you walk out hand in hand, earning quite some stares.
You can’t not focus on his hold around your hand. It’s warm and his hand is much bigger than yours. His grip is relaxed and easy, like it’s not the first time the two of you are doing this. Meanwhile you’re about to spiral and question this whole agreement, but that’s exactly when a guy from the party last weekend crosses you and you do remember him sending you DMs too since your confessional.
A wide grin stretches across his face and he is already opening his mouth to say something, but that’s when he sees your hand in Harry’s. The grin slips from his face instantly, instead, he just nods at you and keeps walking.
“Oh shit, it worked!” you whisper to Harry excitedly. He peeks down at you with a satisfied grin.
“Were you doubting my plan?” he asks, arching an eyebrow. You can’t help but chuckle.
“Maybe a little. Not anymore though.”
***
By the time Thursday rolls around you’re talk of the campus, but not because of the party anymore. It’s because of you and Harry becoming an item. People whisper behind your back, the ballsy ones even ask you straight about it and you can’t walk from one class to the other without dealing with the endless stares. Although that last one might be because Harry keeps walking you whenever he has the time, holding your hand or draping an arm around your shoulders while he asks about your day.
At first you thought he was just trying to ease the awkwardness with his questions, but he’s seemed genuinely interested in your occasional rants about papers or exciting projects. You asked him about hockey and he’s been teaching you the basics of the game, even invited you to their next game which you accepted.
Solemnly because a good girlfriend would cheer on their boyfriend, not because you want to see him all sweaty and strong on the ice.
When you get back to your dorm on Thursday evening, you feel drained, it’s been a long day and you want nothing than to take a shower and rot in bed while watching a movie with your favorite snacks. Returning from the shared bathroom you’re wrapped in your fluffy bathrobe and even light a candle as you get comfortable on your bed.
Your phone buzzes just as you’re opening your bag of gummy bears. You honestly expect it to be Noor sending you another ridiculous TikTok about your “relationship,” but the second you see Harry’s name pop up on your screen, your stomach flips embarrassingly fast.
HARRY: Coach asked me if I’m dating you. Guess now truly everyone knows about us.
Y/N: No fucking way! Does he like student gossips?
HARRY: Embarrassingly, yes. He is often way too deep in our business.
You laugh out loudly at that, imagining their coach asking around about gossips during practice.
Y/N: I guess we succeeded then. I heard a girl today tell her friend that you surely write love poems for me.
HARRY: I could start if that’s what the people want.
Y/N: Please don’t.
HARRY: Wow, such an anti-romantic!
Y/N: I’m just protecting myself and you as well from the embarrassment.
HARRY: Maybe I’m a good poet? How do you know it would be embarrassing??
Y/N: Are you a good poet?
HARRY: The worst, actually.
The grin on your face is ridiculously wide as you lie in bed and just keep texting him. The movie you wanted to watch gets forgotten pretty fast.
Y/N: Then my previous statement still stands.
HARRY: I actually did write a poem for a girl in high school.
Y/N: Stop. No you didn’t!
HARRY: Oh but I did.
Y/N: Do you remember it?
HARRY: It’s permanently burnt into my mind, unfortunately.
Y/N: I wanna read it.
HARRY: Absolutely not. I rhymed “eyes” with Styles.
Y/N: You wrote your name into it??
HARRY: Damn right I did.
Y/N: Did the poem at least work?
HARRY: Fuck no. She went to prom with another guy.
Y/N: Aw, I’m sorry.
HARRY: Don’t be. My girlfriend now is way cuter.
Your heart skips a beat. Is he flirting with you? Surely, he is just joking, but still, he just called you cute.
From the desk across the room, Noor slowly lowers her laptop and squints at you suspiciously.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“I’m not smiling.”
“Your face is about to literally burst from your smile.”
You force your face to relax, though miserably fail.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” you clear your throat.
“Who are you texting?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at you.
“Just Harry,” you answer as casually as possible, though your heart is still hammering in your chest.
“Uh-huh, just Harry.”
You school your expression and put your phone aside, opening your laptop to scroll through Netflix, though you’re not even reading any of the titles, you just want Noor’s suspicion to die down.
Unfortunately, your phone buzzes again and you grab it so fast it’s ridiculous. You type your reply to Harry while ignoring Noor’s knowing smirk from across the room.
***
It’s your first time at a hockey game, even though the sport is pretty popular at your school. It’s a home game so luckily, you don’t have to travel far. Noor happily agreed to come with you, you even watched a few videos together last night as preparation for the game, though Harry has been teaching you the basics all week.
You’re already near the sports centre when he texts you.
HARRY: When are you arriving?
Y/N: In about two minutes.
HARRY: Can you come to the back? I have something for you.
Y/N: Sure!
“Hey, can we go to the back for a second? Harry wants to meet up,” you tell Noor.
“Of course, you can meet your lover before his game,” she grins suggestively. “So how is the fake dating going?”
“Good, I guess. I’m only getting a few DMs now.”
“That’s good. And how about the thing between you and Harry?”
“What thing?” you ask nervously.
“I don’t know, you’re always texting, he whispers things to you at lunch and the two of you look very coupled up, like… very.”
“That was the goal, to make guys think I’m unavailable.”
“Oh, so it’s all fake?”
You open your mouth, wanting to say yes, but then the word dies on your tongue. Is it all fake? Noor is right, you’ve been getting closer to Harry these past days and it’s way over the level of faking. Your agreement doesn’t require the late night texts and whispered inside jokes. It definitely doesn’t require the way your stomach flips every time his name lights up on your phone either.
Noor watches you carefully, like she can physically see the spiral happening inside your head.
“Wait,” she breathes out, leaning closer like she’s about to share a secret with you. “You’re into him, for real, right?”
“No?” you snap, way too fast. Noor’s mouth hangs open.
“You like him! You’re into him!”
“Would you stop… screaming?” you wave at her, the last thing you need is to draw attention.
“I knew I felt something, like your vibes were different, but this explains it all,” she grins at you like crazy. “So since when?”
You stay quiet, warmth crawling up your neck and Noor grabs your arm.
“Holy shit, this isn’t new, right? It’s not just from the fake dating, you already had a crush on him!”
“I’m stupid for agreeing to do this, right?” you ask with panic all over your face. “Because this is now making it all worse, Noor! I can’t stop thinking about him!”
“Okay, no need to lose our shit right now. Everything is fine.” She changes from excited to supportive in an instant and that’s exactly what you need right now. She is about to continue with her peptalk when a way too familiar voice calls out your name. Turning to the side you spot Harry jogging over to you.
“Hey!” he smiles at you, then he offers a nod to Noor too, but his gaze quickly returns to you. He is already wearing his undergarments and there is something in his hands that looks like a clothing item.
“Hi,” you breathe out.
“Glad you two could make it. Here, I wanted to give this to you.” He hands you whatever in his hand and that’s when you realize it’s a jersey.
With his name and number on it.
“Girlfriends usually wear their boyfriends’ jerseys at games and I thought… You don’t have to put it on, if you don’t want to,” he quickly adds as you hold the jersey up in front of you. Your heart practically somersaults in your chest.
“No, I want to,” you answer maybe a little too quickly, fingers tightening around the fabric. Harry’s expression softens instantly, pleased by your answer.
“Good,” he smiles. “Thought you’d look cute in it.”
Beside you, Noor makes a strangled noise that suspiciously sounds like her trying not to scream. You shoot her a warning look before turning back to Harry.
“Thank you. And for the tickets as well.”
“Of course. I’ll see you in there, then,” he nods with a smile and there is a second of hesitation, like he wants to do something else. Maybe hug you? Kiss you?
But then, someone calls out for him.
“Styles! Coach is looking for you!”
“Coming!” he shouts back. “Gotta go, but I’ll see after, right? At the party?”
“Sure,” you nod smiling. Then Harry suddenly leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek before jogging back inside.
“Oh my God, you are so down for that guy,” Noor scoffs, snapping you out of your trance.
“Just shut up,” you moan, shaking your head. “Let’s get inside.”
Twenty minutes later, you’re sitting in the packed arena wearing Harry’s jersey over your clothes while Noor is talking your ear off.
“No, for real, he knows I know it’s fake, right? Why would he kiss your cheek in front of me if it’s not because he is into you?”
“Others were around as well!”
“No one was paying attention. That kiss happened because he wanted it to happen, I’m telling you!”
“Can we just close this for now?” you let out a tired sigh. The last thing you need is false hope.
“Okay, okay. Sorry,” she mumbles, bumping her shoulder against yours.
With only minutes until the game starts the seats are almost entirely filled up and a guy takes the one beside you, almost spilling his drink on you.
“Woah, sorry. These cups are way too big,” he chuckles.
“It’s alright.”
“Hey, you’re… Y/N, right?” he asks and that’s when you actually look at him. “I’m Niall, we had Intro to Psychology together last semester.”
“Oh!” your face lits up finally recognizing him. “Hi! Yeah, I remember. You were the one who argued with the professor about Freud’s significance.”
“Yup,” he grins. “She almost failed me for that one.”
“I mean, you did call her Freud’s fangirl, so…”
You both laugh at that just when the teams finally make their appearance on the ice. The entire arena erupts into cheers so loud you feel it vibrate through your chest. The players skate onto the ice one by one and it’s no surprise your eyes instantly search for Harry. You spot him easily, not just because you know what number to look for from the jersey you are wearing, but because your gaze seems to be naturally gravitating towards him. Not much can be seen from him, his gear and helmet covers most of him, but the eyes are still there.
And they find you pretty easily as well.
His gaze jumps down to your jersey and though you’re not entirely sure, but it seems like he is smiling at the sight of you wearing it. You allow yourself a tiny wave in his direction which he acknowledges with a nod before focusing his attention back at the ice.
“Spotting you in the crowd, huh?” Noor teases you, but you just poke your elbow into her side, making her laugh.
The game starts before she can continue torturing you and thankfully, hockey turns out to be way more entertaining than you expected. Fast, aggressive, chaotic. Every time someone slams another player into the wall, the crowd loses their minds.
You end up talking quite a lot with Niall, he gladly helps you out when you and Noor have questions about the rules or what’s happening on the ice. He is explaining something one of the referees just did when Harry skates past you and his head turns sharply in your direction.
The movement is not that dramatic, probably no one really noticed it, but you did, since you’ve been very focused on him during the game. His eyes flick between you and Niall for half a second before he’s skating away again.
For a minute you wonder what that was about, but then the game continues and your thoughts get occupied.
Even though you’re definitely not a pro in hockey, you can tell that Harry is playing exceptionally well. He is fast and skilled, can easily sweep right past the other players and score like it’s second nature to him. It’s kind of mesmerizing, seeing him in his element.
The third time he scored during the game the whole arena explodes. You jump up instinctively with everyone else, cheering loudly while Harry’s teammates crash into him against the glass, celebrating like mad men. Then Harry looks up, his eyes finding you instantly and he points at you with a wink. A happy laughter bubbles from your throat, your heart practically jumping out of your chest.
“That was fucking romantic,” Noor squeals next to you, but you just ignore her.
Even when Harry starts to linger more and more on your side of the rink, eyes sweeping over you every time he skates by. Once, he even skates close enough to tap his stick lightly against the glass in front of you. Niall laughs beside you.
“I’m guessing he is your boyfriend.”
“Um, yeah,” you breathe out a chuckle.
“He is making sure everyone knows it.”
Heat rushes into your cheeks immediately.
By the third period, your team is leading and the arena is electric with excitement. Everyone’s on their feet during the last minute on the clock. The game tightens even in the last seconds, but when the buzzer goes off your team is the winner. The players yell and slam into each other while the crowd screams loud enough to deafen you. Noor grabs your shoulders, shaking you excitedly while Niall high-fives everyone within reach.
And then, through the chaos, Harry’s eyes land on you again and before you could even realize what’s happening he is skating over to you.
“Oh shit, this is gonna be good!” Noor laughs, but you kinda tune her out as Harry stops by the boards right in front of you.
Pulling his helmet off he taps on the glass, motioning for you to come to the side where there’s no glass. With a hammering heart, you climb out and meet him at the side. His curls are sweaty and sticking in all directions, but he still looks so fucking good your knees almost give up.
“Made sure your first game is a winner,” he grins, leaning onto the board in front of you.
“So you scored for me?”
“Who else?” he shrugs cheekily.
Suddenly, you become more aware of your surroundings and the chanting that’s getting louder around you.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” people demand, watching the two of you.
You let out a nervous chuckle, your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you’re afraid you might faint any moment. Your first thought is that it is about to get real awkward, because there’s no way Harry will kiss you. There’s no rule about how far you’re willing to go in this fake relationship, but you figured kissing is way over the line.
Well, you were wrong.
Because when you look back at Harry he is smirking at you in such a charming way, then he reaches over the barrier, grabs your waist firmly and pulls you against the board that separates the two of you. The crowd is absolutely losing it and before you could even realize what is about to happen, he is kissing you.
It’s rough, he is sweaty and still in his hockey gear, the board is hard against your hips, but it’s also the most toe-curling kiss you’ve ever experienced. His lips move so in sync with yours, there’s hunger and passion, but it’s also exploratory. The cheering intensifies around you, which is pretty fortunate since you let out a moan when his tongue swipes into your mouth.
And then he pulls back. All you see is his victorious grin as he pushes himself back from the board.
“See you at the after party,” he winks and then skates away, leaving you in a fucking puddle after the most perfect kiss ever.
***
The after party is already fully raging when you and Noor arrive. You dropped by the dorm to get changed after the game, though you actually thought about staying in the jersey Harry gave you.
Your mind has been an absolute mess since the kiss. It simply altered your whole brain chemistry and now you can’t think of anything else. The rational part of your brain keeps reminding you that it was all just for the show, but then you always end up thinking about how passionate it was, like he truly meant it. It’s a complete war in your mind.
By the time you arrive at the party you’re actually thinking about ending the whole fake dating thing, because if this is what one kiss causes, you’d get totally ruined if you kept going. There’s no way you can get through another kiss like that without falling for him entirely, so it’s better if you just go back to how everything was before.
But your decision flies right out the window the moment you meet Harry again.
He is in the kitchen when Noor and you walk in, his teammates surrounding him as he casually leans against the counter. His hair looks a tad bit damp, probably from his post-game shower, he is wearing a simple gray hoodie and black jeans, but still manages to look so fucking hot you can’t look away from him.
When he sees you, his whole face lights up and as soon as you’re within his reach his hands grab your hips, he pulls you closer and makes you stand right in front of him, with your back pressed against his hard chest, his hands remaining on your hips. His scent fills your nose, it’s fresh and a little spicy and suddenly, you completely forget about your intention to fake breakup with your fake boyfriend.
“Hi,” he murmurs into your ear. “Thought you might bail on me.”
“Did you really?” you ask quietly, craning your neck to look at him. His eyes are mesmerizing and there’s a cheeky glint in them tonight.
“No,” he smirks. “I know you’d never.”
You completely melt in his arms, leaning against him gladly as you ditch any plan to end whatever is between the two of you. Some selfishness couldn’t hurt, right?
Right.
***
You’re getting drunk on Harry. And quite some booze too. Probably it’s more the booze, but whatever.
The boys’ win kind of got you in a buzz too and couldn’t refuse a couple of shots, getting you tipsy pretty fast since you didn’t have time to have dinner.
Harry has been by your side all evening, sipping on just soda. When you asked why he is not drinking, he just shrugged and said his high from the winning is enough for him. You didn’t push him.
When Noor convinces you (quite easily) to take another shot with her you really start to feel just how much you’ve had so far.
“Woah,” Harry chuckles, when you lose balance as someone brushes past you a bit more forcefully, but he is quick to steady you with his hands on your waist. “Have you eaten, Y/N?” he asks, but there’s nothing accusatory in his tone, his eyes are still smiling.
“Um, not really,” you admit giggling.
“That explains a lot,” he smiles, hands still on your waist. Your skin feels like burning underneath his touch. “Why don’t we find something for you? I think I saw pizza boxes in the kitchen.”
“Oh! Pizza! Yummy!” you beam, making him laugh before he starts steering you in the direction of the kitchen.
A few minutes later you are sitting in a window sill with three slices of pizza stacked onto a paper plate in your hand.
“You want some?” you ask, holding a slice out for Harry while chewing on your last bite. He huffs out a laugh, leans closer and takes a bite while holding eye-contact, definitely igniting something in your tummy.
“So did you enjoy the game?” he asks, leaning against the wall next to you.
“Yeah. Now I kinda know why girls enjoy watching the boy aquarium.”
“The what?” he starts laughing.
“Boy aquarium,” you repeat grinning. “I think it’s a good name for it.”
“Wow, haven’t heard that one, but okay. Then maybe you should come to more games.”
“Mm. What about when we fake breakup?” you huff out a chuckle, busying yourself with the slice in your hand. Thinking about the time when you possibly won’t spend this much time with him kind of scares and saddens you. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him way too easily.
“You are always welcome. Fake dating or not,” he says with a soft smile.
“Careful,” you tease softly to cover up the way your pulse suddenly spikes. “You’re sounding very attached to me.”
The corners of his mouth curve slightly.
“Mm wouldn’t want that, right?” he asks, but his smiling eyes are saying something else and it’s making your heart flutter.
Before you could react something, a voice cuts the moment short.
“Styles! There you are.”
Two hockey guys appear near the kitchen entrance carrying drinks. One of them grins when he spots you tucked into the windowsill beside Harry.
“Ah, didn’t mean to interrupt the lovebirds,” the shorter one grins.
“But you kinda did,” Harry shakes his head, chuckling.
“Sorry man, it’s still kinda new that you have a girl now,” the taller one shrugs laughing and you just grin into your pizza, ignoring the way the butterflies in your stomach started dancing at being called his girls.
“Well, get used to it,” Harry simply answers, his eyes searching yours with a soft look.
“Yeah, I guess you were the one to change her stats,” a guy from behind snorts, inserting himself into the conversation and at his comment the mood changes instantly. Harry tenses beside you, a hand coming to rest on your knee, but it feels like he needs the touch to ground himself this time.
The guy who made the comment just smirks into his drink like he said the funniest thing in the world, but no one is laughing and you pretty much feel like a glass of ice cold water was dumped into your face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry says flatly.
The guy lifts his hands innocently. “Relax, man. I’m joking.”
“No, you’re being a dick,” Harry shoots back immediately. You stare at him in surprise. There’s no teasing in his voice anymore, none of the usual easygoing charm. He actually looks angry.
“C’mon,” the guy laughs awkwardly. “You know what I mean. The whole campus has been talking about her confession for days, guys have been competing to get her attention and then she ends up dating you all of a sudden. Must have given her one hell of a good time.”
“None of your business,” Harry spats. “Nothing ever gives you the right to talk about a woman like that. So what’s your point exactly?” he asks coldly with a deathstare.
“Jesus, I was just joking,” he mumbles, already turning around to walk away, but Harry takes a step ahead to speak his mind before the guy goes.
“Stop reducing women to stupid challenges and games. And for the record,” he continues sharply, “I’m dating her because I like her. Not because I’m trying to win some disgusting competition you all made up in your heads.”
Someone whistles as the guy disappears in defeat and Harry returns to your side, replacing his hand onto your leg. When he looks at you, he gives your thigh a gentle squeeze.
“Are you alright?”
With the leftover pizza still in your hands, you’re just staring at him with wide eyes, nodding shortly. He just went all protective boyfriend over a stupid comment which was unbelievably sweet and unexpected, but on the other hand that one tiny comment put an unwanted thought into the back of your mind.
What if the guy was right and this was just Harry’s way of wanting to get closer to you? It feels impossible, Harry would never do such an awful thing, but your rather drunk conscience is playing a dirty game with you.
“Um, I’m gonna need another drink,” you mumble, hopping off the sill. You feel Harry’s worrying gaze glued to the side of your head as you walk back into the kitchen and grab the first bottle you find.
If the fake dating wasn’t putting you in enough stress, now you have something new to spiral about: a possible ulterior motive behind why Harry wanted to do the fake dating. So with an enthusiastic swig you try to tune the voices out in your head with the alcohol.
About twenty minutes and another shot later you are fully wasted and a mess. You’re seeing double and your legs keep giving up underneath you.
“Hey,” Harry softly murmurs, gathering you in his arms. “Let’s get you home, okay? You seem tired.”
“I am tired,” you draw the words out with a sigh and let him walk you towards the door. “Wait,” you gasp, stopping in your tracks. “Gotta tell Noor I’m leaving.”
“Already told her, don’t worry. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”
“Drive?” you ask with a puzzled look, but let him steer you out of the house. “Haven’t you been drinking?”
“No,” he chuckles softly. “Only soda.”
Somehow you make it to Harry’s car without tripping, he helps you inside and even buckles you in.
“Thank you, Harry. You are sooooo awesome,” you sigh, eyes fluttering closed. He just chuckles softly before closing your door and walking over to the driver seat.
The drive home is kind of a blur, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally mumbling something to Harry who patiently tries his best to react every time. Arriving at the dorm he gently helps you out of the car and circles an arm around your waist to help you make the walk up to your room.
“Ah, thank you, Harry,” you moan as soon as you fall into bed.
“You’re welcome. Did you have a good time?” he asks and starts pulling your shoes off.
“Yeah. Right until that douche said those things,” you groan at the memory.
“Sorry about that.”
You hum, mind cloudy from sleep and alcohol and you end up saying out loud the thought that circles your head.
“You know, if you really just wanted to… could have just asked me.”
Harry furrows his eyebrows, sitting beside you on the mattress.
“What are you talking about?”
“My stats,” you scoff. “If you just wanted to be the one changing it, you could have just asked. I’ve been… I’ve been having the fattest crush on you, I would have said yes.” You snort out a laugh, eyes closing as you’re already falling asleep. You vaguely feel Harry’s gentle touch on your cheek as he stands from beside you.
“Get some sleep, we can talk about that tomorrow,” he says, though his voice sounds from far away. Somewhere, the door clicks closed and you’re already asleep.
***
Sunlight is beaming right into your face through the window. Have you forgotten to close the curtains? That never really happens.
Groaning, you turn to your other side so the brightness is not directed at your face, but just a couple of seconds later, as your mind slowly wakes from the slumber, you realize why the curtains are not closed.
Because you were brought home last night by Harry, totally drunk.
“Oh my God.”
You bolt upright in bed so fast you instantly regret it. Pain shoots through your head and you groan, dropping back against the pillows dramatically.
Fragments from last night start returning one by one like little nightmares. The game, the kiss. Then the party, getting wasted, Harry standing up for you, then bringing you home and… What you told him about having a crush on him.
Your stomach drops, maybe from the hangover, maybe from the humiliation, who knows?
“No. No, no, no, no…”
From the other bed you hear Noor grunting.
“It’s way too early for a life crisis and I’m way too hungover.”
“I’m literally dying. Sorry for being inconvenient,” you groan, sitting up again in bed, this time slower so your head doesn't bust immediately. “I told Harry I have a crush on him.”
Noor turns to you in bed, slowly realizing the weight of the situation.
“And if that’s not mortifying enough,” you continue, “I told him, if he just wanted to sleep with me to change my stats, he could have just asked me.”
“Holy shit,” Noor blinks at you with wide eyes. “No, like actually holy shit,” she repeats, pushing herself up against the headboard despite looking half dead herself. “What did he say?”
“I don’t know!” you cry, pressing your fists into your eyes, rubbing them violently. “I was literally falling asleep mid-confession.”
“And what are you gonna do now?”
With a painful sigh, you shake your head, trying to come up with a plan, but nothing comes to your mind.
“I need to talk to him.”
“And what are you going to say? Sorry I told you I have a crush on you and want to have sex with you, are we still fake dating?”
“I don’t know,” you mumble, dragging yourself out of bed. “But I have to talk to him.”
A little over twenty minutes later you’re standing in front of Harry’s room in another dorm building, wearing a random hoodie and no makeup, looking and feeling like shit. For a solid ten seconds you just stare at the door, debating whether you should turn around and fake your own death instead. Then finally you get yourself to raise a fist, but just when you’re about to knock the door opens and you find yourself in front of Harry himself, dressed in what looks like a running set.
“Hey,” he beams happily upon seeing you. Your stomach twists.
“Hi. Can we… um, can we talk?”
“Sure,” he nods, stepping back so you can walk into his room.
He is one lucky bastard for having a room to himself. It’s pretty tidy and organized, smells like his cologne that you love so much. If you weren’t about to have the most awkward conversation of your life you’d definitely start snooping around, checking out everything and anything, but now is not the time for that unfortunately.
Turning around you face him and his usual confidence, he is wearing a soft, almost teasing smile and you’d kill to know what’s going on in his mind right now.
“So… I just wanted to talk about last night. First of all, I’m sorry I got so drunk you had to drag me home.”
“Happens to all of us,” he shrugs.
“Yeah, but not everyone confesses to having a crush on their fake boyfriend,” you add with an awkward laugh, hoping to ease your nerves with the joking, though it’s not helping. “I’m really sorry about that. And also about… Implying that you did this whole thing just to change my stats and I’m also very, very sorry for saying I would have just slept with you if you asked. I-I was drunk, saying out loud everything on my mind, I understand if this is very awkward for you now and you want to never talk to me again, because I–”
Your rambling is cut by Harry stepping closer and holding his hands up to stop you from apologizing some more.
“Y/N, there’s nothing to apologize for,” he calmly says.
“Oh but there is,” you laugh bitterly, hoping the floor would just open and swallow you so you wouldn’t have to keep having this conversation. “I’m so sorry for throwing all that on you. You’ve been nothing but kind and supportive, helping me out with this whole situation and then I just dump all that on you.”
“I didn’t mind it, really,” he smirks with mischief in his eyes.
“Well, you do have something to kinda blackmail me with, so…” A breathless laugh rolls out of you, unsure what else to say.
“Hm, that’s an interesting idea, but no, I won’t be doing that.”
“Okay, so… can we pretend I said nothing? I promise I won’t make it awkward, I just really want things to be like before.”
Harry stares back at you with an unreadable expression before shaking his head.
“No.”
“No?” you ask surprised. “Okay, then–”
“I don’t want things to be like before.” Confusion just keeps building up in you, because he is saying that, but his face is telling you something different. “Remember how you asked why I wanted to do this whole fake dating thing?”
You nod, swallowing hard.
“I lied to you.”
“You did?”
“Yep,” he nods with an almost proud smirk as he slowly starts walking closer to you, lessening the distance between the two of you. “I made up this whole fake dating thing to be with you.”
For a second you’re convinced it’s just the hangover, making you imagine things, but then you realize that he actually said that.
“Wait, what?” you laugh in disbelief.
“You’ve not been the only one having a crush,” he admits with a gentle chuckle, stopping only an inch away from you. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you, making a move, but I wasn’t sure if you were open to that so then I came up with this ridiculous suggestion to fake date just so I could selfishly spend more time with you.”
“Are you pranking me? Getting back at me for getting way too drunk last night?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him, but he just shakes his head chuckling, his hands sneaking their way to your waist as he pulls you closer, closing the gap between the two of you.
“No. I truly wanted to help you with your situation, but I also wanted to be with you. I was willing to go through with this fake dating plan just to be with you. Kinda ridiculous, I know.”
“No, that’s…” you shake your head, something already melting in you as your hands slide up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “That’s kind of romantic, actually,” you admit chuckling. “So… you weren’t faking?”
“Not really.”
“The touches, the texts, the late night talks… they were all real for you as well? Because they were definitely real for me.”
“Absolutely,” he nods confidently.
“And… the kiss at the game?”
He bites into his bottom lip, looking away almost embarrassed before he speaks up.
“I saw you talking to that guy and I got jealous. I wanted to show him that you’re taken. That definitely wasn’t fake on my end.”
Your mind is blown. Every single interaction you’ve had since his proposal is now playing in your head, but in a whole new light. The touches, the gestures, the looks, the constant texting and that damn jersey he gave you before the game, it’s all clicking into place now.
“Holy shit,” you breathe out, making him laugh. “Are we really just two idiots?”
“Massive idiots,” he nods, grinning. “I feel like it’s time for us to fake breakup and get together for real,” he suggests, resting his forehead against yours. Your heart is hammering against your ribs and as you slip a hand down over his, you can feel how wildly his is pounding under your touch. You smile, wide and relieved before nodding.
“Please,” you breathe out and his lips are already crashing against yours.
***
Another winning game, another celebratory party. The boys have been going wild about this one, since it was their last game of the season and they reached an exceptional rank in the league this year.
The house is packed, the music is loud and booze is everywhere, though you’re not drinking more than three drinks tonight, a rule you made after that initial party a few months ago when Harry had to take you home and you made some drunk confessions. Even if those confessions led to you and him finally getting together, you’re not interested in making a fool out of yourself.
You’re sitting with the girls on the couches in the corner of the living room, Georgia sharing her latest disastrous dating experience as you all chime in with your own stories. You’re listening too, though your eyes keep wandering to a certain hockey player across the room, standing by the beerpong table.
Harry’s glance keeps returning to you as well, exchanging smiles and he occasionally winking at you, making your pulse quicken even after months of dating, he still has that effect on you. It’s hard to believe you once questioned if you even had a shot with him, the guy is absolutely smitten about you and the same goes for you too.
“Okay, stop with the eye-fucking! We are talking about bad experiences, you’re ruining the mood!” Georgia calls you out rolling her eyes, though she is smirking, obviously happy for you.
“Sorry! I’m just way too happy to think about all the shit from before,” you chuckle with a shrug, taking a sip from your drink.
“Wait, there is something I’m really curious about,” Larissa leans in closer with a cheeky smirk.
“I thought we’ve been over this, my stats have changed!” you answer with a dramatic sigh, making everyone laugh, but Larissa shakes her head.
“No. I need to know what he did differently than the others. What was it that you needed?”
“Girl, you always want to know the dirty deets,” Noor shakes her head chuckling.
“Of course I do! Look at her, she is glowing!” Larissa answers pointing at you. “You have to share it with the class!”
All the other girls start chiming in, agreeing that they absolutely need to know. With a longing look your gaze settles on Harry again and as if he could sense your stare, he looks right back at you, a soft smile tugging on his lips.
“You alright?” he mouths from across the room and you just nod with a gentle smile before turning back to the girls that are all waiting for you to answer.
“I needed… him. That’s what was missing. I just needed Harry.”
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