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Captain: y-yeah?

Passenger: LOOOOOOOK!

Pairing: Dad!Harry Styles (long hair) x baby daughter

Warnings: none, fluff (Dad!HarryStyles)

Words: idk but it’s short lol

Today was your “Mummy break” as Harry likes to say. “Y’need a break love. Every chance you can get. Between your studies, work, the baby, and myself...I don’t know how you manage t’all”.

With that being said, Harry and the baby were out of the house today. Harry and the rest of band were preparing for a couple of shows they had coming up, so they were off to rehearsals. “Ye’ gonna get to see ye’ uncles and aunties today, sweetheart!”. Excited to show off his beautiful baby girl he took part in creating with you.

Pulling up to the location, Harry was greeted with his Jeff, a few assistants, and a bodyguard. They gave him some space when he got out to retrieve D/N.

Harry unbuckled the car seat and was instantly bombarded with praise about his pride and joy.

“Ugh, she’s so beautiful, Hare”.

“She’s gotten bigger since the last time I saw her. Aww, she’s perfect”.

“What a sweetheart, Harry. Looks just like you”.

“R’lly? I think she’s Y/N twin. Th’nk God—that’s where she’s got her looks from. Didn’t you darling? Because mummy s’gorgeous” . He would say basking in the sweetness of his precious babygirl. And it was true, she did favor you (and Harry absolutely loved that). But she had her Daddy’s personality, for sure. A playful, cheeky, rebel she would grow up to be. And you both encouraged it, in fact.

When Harry entered the building, he couldn’t wait for his daughter to see her family again, it had been awhile. “Look Uncle Mitchell, and Aunt Sarah...”. The band, instantly fawning over her, seamlessly joked how someone even let him procreate. Harry chuckled pretending his ego was amusingly bruised, “Aye’, S’ not nice! I make beautiful babies. Proof’s right here, innit?”.

“That’s all Y/N, H” Adam joked as strummed a few chords on his acoustic guitar. This session was heard toward the intimate set of performances they had scheduled. Plans for a performance that was very mellow, acoustic, and organic.

Harry sat his daughter down safely on a large platform next to himself, as he sat on a chair. With her being slightly elevated and anxious to observe, he pushed back the covering, still keeping her fastened in for now.

“R’dy for Daddy to sing to ye, darling?”.

But oh.../sweet creature/sweet creature/where-e-ver I roam.../you bring me home!

D/N endearingly cooed and clapped her tiny little hands at her Daddy. Somehow knowing it was the end of the song. Her sweet face instantly lit with admiration at the man she knew as her Daddy. It didn’t take much anway, but Harry positively melted. She was quite unaware, or maybe she was—but she had him wrapped around her cute lor chubby finger.

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KEITH SCOTT (Sitting in car, reading. Shot by police officer, who was NOT CHARGED)

ATATIANA JEFFERSON (Looking out her window, shot by police officer, who is STILL UNDER INDICTMENT for murder)

JONATHAN FERRELL (Asking for help after auto accident. Shot twelve times by police, case ended in MISTRIAL)

JORDAN EDWARDS (Riding in a car. Shot in the back of the head by police officer, who was found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

STEPHON CLARK (Holdng a cel phone. Shot 8 times, 6 in the back. Officers NOT CHARGED)

AMADOU DIALLO (While taking out wallet, officers fired 41 shots by four officers, who were all ACQUITTED)

RENISHA MCBRIDE (Auto accident, knocked on door for help. Homeowner was found GUILTY of second-degree murder ⭐)

TAMIR RICE (Playing with toy gun, shot by police officer arriving on scene. Officer was NOT CHARGED)

SEAN BELL (Hosting a bachelor party, 50 rounds fired by police officers, who were found NOT GUILTY of charges)

WALTER SCOTT (Pulled over for brake light, shot in the back by police officer, who pleaded GUILTY to CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS *NOT* MURDER)

PHILANDO CASTILE (Pulled over in car, told officer he had a legally registered weapon in car. Officer ACQUITTED of all charges)

AIYANA JONES (Sleeping, accidentally shot by officer in a raid on wrong apartment. Officer CLEARED OF ALL CHARGES)

TERRENCE CRUTCHER (Disabled vehicle, shot by police officer, who was found NOT GUILTY of manslaughter.)

ALTON STERLING (Selling CDs, shot at close range while being arrested. NO CHARGES FILED)

FREDDIE GRAY (Beaten to death by officers while being transported in police van. All officers involved were ACQUITTED)

JOHN CRAWFORD (Shopping at WalMart, holding a BB gun on sale, police officer was NOT CHARGED)

MICHAEL BROWN (Shot by twelve times by officer, including in the back. NO CHARGES FILED)

JORDAN DAVIS (Killed because he was playing loud music. Shooter found GUILTY of first-degree murder ⭐)

SANDRA BLAND (Pulled over for traffic ticket, tasered and arrested. SUSPICIOUS SUICIDE while in jail. NO CHARGES)

AHMAUD AUBREY (Jogging, shot by two men who claimed they suspected him of burglaries. Both men charged with murder and aggravated assault ⭐)

BOTHAM JEAN (Shot at home, which police officer mistook for her own. Officer found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

OSCAR GRANT (Handcuffed and face-down, officer shot him in the back. Officer found GUILTY of involuntary manslaughter ⭐)

COREY JONES (Waiting by his disabled vehicle, was shot three times by police officer, who was found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

Remember them all. ✊🏻✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

Cameron Boyce was an actor, dancer and philanthropist. He was best known for his role on the Disney Channel sitcom, JESSIE, where he played Luke Ross, which is where a majority of people were introduced to him. He also did inch his way into the network with cameo roles on Good Luck Charlie and Shake It Up prior to his JESSIE role. He later went on to portray Carlos De Vil in the Descendants franchise.

He also had his fair share of the big screen when starring in Grown Ups and Grown Ups 2 as one of Adam Sandler’s sons, Keith. He also had a minor film roles in movies such as Eagle Eye and Mirrors.

But the most notable thing about Cameron was his dedication, commitment and understanding of his role as a figure in the public eye. I don’t think there has ever been a celebrity who was so aware of the impact of their words and influence they had before or after Cameron. He truly, truly understood the business he was in, knowing of the constant eyes and PR people watching his every action.

These people wait for celebrities to slip up, make a controversy so their articles can get clicks and reads. But Cameron always used this usually negative public attention and turned it into something positive. Every chance he got, Cameron would be vocal about his love for helping others and the joy he got from seeing them be happy. He mainly was involved with The Thirst Project, a group dedicated to ending the worldwide water crisis, and in 2018 he was honored with the Pioneering Spirit Award from this same organization.

Cameron subverted everybody’s low expectations of Disney child actors. Infamously, a lot of Disney child actors fall into a crossfire of wanting to erase their “kiddy image” but still having a child audience behind them but also want to be seen as mature now. This includes falling into drugs, outrageous performances and feuds with other actors.

Cameron, flat out, just did not do this. He never did anything to erase his Disney image, he never did any drugs (except for one but that’s for later) and he never made a fool out of himself to be seen as mature. Cameron had a pretty smooth transition from Disney to his roles on Mrs. Fletcher and upcoming Paradise City. He was so self-aware of this industry and what it could do to him, that he never strayed from being himself. No matter what happened, he was always Cameron. He was a true inspiration and a role model that deserves the praise and love he gets.

But with every good, comes the bad.

On July 6th, 2019, a day that haunts so many of us, Cameron unfortunately passed away in his sleep due to a seizure of an ongoing medical condition, which was revealed to be epilepsy. This was something Cameron very much dealt with behind the scenes, only his family was aware of it, and many of his friends learned about his condition after he had passed.

Usually with epilepsy, something has gone wrong in the brain, leading to the seizures and body’s lack of a response for a few moments. But with Cameron, and this will forever boggle my mind, the doctors never found anything wrong with his brain. They did multiple scans of his brain, a most notable one in retrospect was from late 2017, seen in an Xmob video (a dance crew Cam had been apart of since he was a kid) where we see the right side of Cameron’s head is bandaged and wired, connected to a scanner on his hip. Cameron even posted of photo on Instagram back in January of 2018 with this same contraption on him. At the end of the day everything came back normal. They even tried the usual tests of flashing lights at different speeds to change his brain activity and get him to seize. But everything was fine. There was nothing wrong with him.

Cameron’s seizures were a few months, maybe even a year, apart from the last. He suffered his first one in 2015 not too long after Descendants premiered and didn’t have another one until around the same time in 2016, where he was diagnosed with epilepsy. This was the continued cycle for the next 4 years. Cam only had 5 seizures before he passed, the 5th being the last. He was taking his medication regularly, and when his autopsy came back, that was the only drug found in his body. Other than struggling with his condition behind closed doors, Cameron was happy and healthy.

Watching him dance, act or publicly speak, everyone can confidently say Cameron loved what he was doing and he wanted to share more of his talent and kindness to the world. His passing is tragic, but the legacy and family he left behind are keeping him alive each and every day with The Cameron Boyce Foundation and TheArchivesFrom.

It hurts to see his freckled face sometimes, watching JESSIE and Descendants haven’t been the easiest. I miss that famous smile and contagious laugh of his more and more everyday. When Cameron is smiling, you can’t help but smile too. And that’s what I do every time I see him. There may be tears, but there is always a smile.

He was kind, giving, hopeful and human. He was a silly kid with a passion for dancing and acting and succeeded in many ways. Cameron was so much more than a Disney actor, and people are learning the amazing person this 20 year old truly was. He will be remembered for all the right reasons.

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Harry Styles, go to ones of his friend’s outdoor parties. Harry ends up getting a jealous. And things end up getting a little wild.

Pairing: Harry Styles x black reader

Warning(s): 18+ please, a bit of angst, smut, cursing, unprotected sex, recreational drug usage

**I’m not the best writer so bare with me**

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“Will you stop worrying? This will be fun! To see your old friends again. Liam and Zayn. Aren’t you the tad bit excited?”.

You clenched and pulled at Harry’s right arm. Trying to brew up some type of excitement in him. You knew the real reason why he was hesitatant: Zayn. He had a crush on you before you and Harry hooked up. And he always flirted you. You never entertained him though; he wasn’t your type. Harry knows that and is with now but knows Zayn is persistent. The two of you stepped down off the sidewalk and began crossing the street. Your heels clacked to an consistent rhythm against the pavement.

Harry just rolled his eyes, reluctant to even be approaching Zayn’s place. “I just want you to know that his parties tend to get a little wild. Like some freaky stuff goes down sometimes hun...”. Your dark brown eyes widened in curiosity. Your mind began to wonder. Imagining what he could have possibly meant. You had never been to one of these celeb parties before. But you could tell it wouldn’t be the average get-together that you were used to.

Tuning back in you heard him say, “...I’m just not really in a partying mood tonight love. We could have stayed home and watched some Netflix—”. You shook your head, “No, no, no. Not tonight”. Harry threw his head back in anguish.

The closer you got the brighter the white strobe lights got and louder the music got. “We are having this night out. And have a good time. Okay? So no more pouting. We’re here now...so, smiles”. You took your thumb and index finger and molded a smile on Harry’s face. Causing Harry to break, making you both chuckle as you stood at the door. Harry took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“You do look beautiful tonight baby. That dress is really soemthing” as he eyed you up and down, biting his lip. You were wearing a cute mustard yellow slip dress. The fabric glistened against your deep melaninated skin. It was breathable and accentuated your curves, which Harry absolutely loved. Only undergarments you were wearing was a black laced thong.

He leaned back a little to check out your ass. “Umm, excuse me Mr. Styles. What do you think you’re doing?”. “Just wanted to get a peak”. The door was suddenly opened by an attendee, encouraging you guys to come in. You stepped inside the house first, Harry followed in after, his right hand guiding your lower backside.

“Ayyye! Come on in. I’m James, I’m a friend of Zayn’s”. He yelled trying to speak over the loudnes. He extended his hand to Harry first, then you. His hand were a little sweaty and pruned. Harry spoke first, “Hey man. I’m Harry...”. His left hand gestures to himself and then you. “And this is my girlfriend (y/n)”. Harry’s hand never left your backside, in fact his hand managed to crawl up to you waist and gave a little squeeze.

The first thing you noticed was the inside of the house was packed from wall to wall. And through the screen door that led outside you could see it was crowded outside as well. Inside was sporadically lit with white, blue, and pink flashing neon lights. The three of you scrunched up in the floryur, Harry and James yelling over top one another conversing. You analyzed your surroundings, a surge of excitement yet nervousness came over you.

“...Yeah Zayn and Liam are outside somewhere. It’s crazy out ther bro. But y’all make ya self comfortable. There bar is outside. I don’t know what your poison is but there’s some grass floating around here and some—”. Harry interrupted, “We’re just gonna start of with some drinks. Thanks though man”. Him and James dapped each other up. And James nodded “Nice meeting you, (y/n)”. You smiled, “You too James!”. Next thing you knew, Harry was pulling you amongst the crowd, trying to make it to the bar. You giggled at his ambition to push through, saying “Slow down babe!”.

Outside. Was a completely different story from what your eyes thought they saw from the inside. People were either partially or completely undressed. Men and women. Of all different backgrounds. All huddled in a bunch on the grass, a yard or two away from the pool. The absurd reoccurring lights that blinded you and Harry were the same lights hitting against the orgy in the corner. People grinding on each other, touching each other, whispering naughty things to one another.

Not to mention the drugs you saw making the rounds. You weren’t too familiar with them yourself but you knew a few when you saw them. Cocaine, ecstasy, molly, percs, LSD and other “worldly” substances. You couldn’t deny that you felt a bit tempted to try just one. Marijuana was around but you were familiar with that, you had smoked yourself every now and then with Harry. But something just seemed so glamorous about the white powdery pile you saw someone rubbing his nose into. And soemthing just seemed some exotic about the “trip” you witness a young woman experiencing. You envied her freedom a bit, she seemed so open and vivacious. You wanted to feel that way too. But you dare not tell Harry, he was too protective of you. Especially in this environment. Don’t get me wrong, he wouldn’t have judge you. He’s had his fair share of adventuring especially when working on a album, trying to get his creativity flowing. Part of you feared he would have judged you but that was just you projecting your fear onto him.

“Hennessy, right babe?”, Harry joked around placing his left hand on. He knew what Hennessy would do to you. Have you feeling all hot and bothered for him. You tend to get that way with dark liquor. “Now you know—” you chuckled. “Oh c’mon darling, you’ve got to have a few shots with me at least”, his voice dropped low. Those blue eyes pierced through you as very second went by. “Look at you loosening up, twenty minutes ago I could barely get you through the door”. The bartender laughed under his breath, not wanting to admit to listening in to our conversation. A grinning Harry got behind you, placing each arm on both sides of you, pressing your stomach against the edge of the bar. His chin nuzzled into your neck, he whispered “...Yeah but since we’re here we may as well make the most of it. M’right luv?”. His accent overpowered his words, sending shivers down your spine. Goosebumps formed along your collarbone and breasts. “Mhmm”, was the only thing you managed to get out without making involuntary noises. Harry’s accent had that affect on you. You wouldn’t dare tell him you were wet either. He might change his mind and want to actually leave the party. Harry passed you a shot glass with a dark liquid and piercing scent, in one hand and kept one for himself. It was Hennessy. “Cheers my luv’, to —”. A loud voice interrupted, “To me!”. You both turned to see Zayn half drunk . A small and quick interaction occured with mutual respect. You honestly weren’t even completely tuned in to what was being said but it all seemed cordial. Sealing their conversation with a dap and a hug, Zayn carried on.

Before you knew it, the drinks kept coming and the drugs began to step in. The high hit you before it hit Harry. Probably due to lower tolerance. But the feeling of it all liberated you. Loosening up, dancing, and flirting with both men and women. Though Harry was still clinging to the bar, his eyes never left you. Following you as you interacted with person to person. You had now become part of that touchy-feely-orgy across from the pool. That was something you’ve never done before but nothing could restrict you, not even Harry. In fact he seem to enjoy watching you on this new escapade of sexual freedom. Any other time he would be ready to fight any guy that would as so much stare at you a little too long. But not tonight. In fact, he was getting turned on seeing this flirty side of you. Bumping and grinding with the boys and girls. Yeah, the drugs had definitely kicked in.

Other women and men in the mingle, brazed their hands and other limbs against Harry. But neither did you find an issue with it. You too were feeling a similar attraction to what your eyes were witnessing. A pheromone mix of jealousy, passion, and lust permeated off of your skins. You two swayed your silky bodies back and forth like you were on a dance floor. You’re both barefoot, and at this point Harry had sweated out of his shirt. His kisses made a slow trail down your neck and were headed toward your breasts. His smoothness and touch drawing moans from your mouth, triggering Harry in his current state. “Ugh, (Y/N). Y’er drivin’ me crazy y’know that luv? S’feels so good”. Your fingers slid up his neck toward his now-dark curls. Tugging his hair, and nibbling at his neck (which always drive him wild). You whisper in his ear that you need him. He quickly removes his face from your collarbone and looks at you in the eyes. Unsure in what way you meant those words. “Y’eh? Is something wrong luv? You okay?”. You assure him that you are okay and specifically profess how exactly you need him. His raises and eyebrow, questioning your certainty and urgency. You nod. Say no more. Giving him the “okay”, he grabs your hand and leads you guys out of the crowd into your next sexual adventure...

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My honest words in those situations: “I want to see all of you … I want to touch all of you … You look beautiful.”

For me, this seems natural: it’s your lover, and you ought to adore them. But in each of those moments of self-consciousness I learned something, I hope, about the psychological scars we carry from a lifetime of internalizing others’ judgments to the point that we judge ourselves most harshly of all. And women get it the *worst*, especially when it comes to body image, because of deeply fucked-up standards in our society.

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...I mean just look at his fine freaky ass😩🥰

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, 18+

*Note* I didn’t proofread too much because I just had to get this out😂😅

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You and Harry has just got back to LA from your honeymoon in Bora Bora. You both had wished that he could have some more days off but he had to get back to work.

Harry and the band had a studio session schedule for the same day you guys got back and it was too late to reschedule. This particular studio stayed booked and busy.

Your plane arrived in LA around 5pm. The session was set for 8pm. Not wanting to get too comfortable at your shared LA apartment, you guys decided to just rest at the studio till the time came.

Luckily, a previous band had decided to leave the studio early so you two didn’t have and problem getting in.

You both were a little jet lagged, a little tired, but still incredibly horny. You two could not keep your hands off each other. Of course you were handsy before the marriage and engagement. But something about being newlyweds really turned both you and Harry on. Especially Harry.

When the other artists had left, Harry shot a text to the group letting them know you guys were there, and to let him know when they were close by. You made your way into the control room, thinking Harry was going to check out the isolation booth. Instead he clung to you like a love sick puppy. Pulling on the wasitband of your fitted jean skirt. Fingers eventually climbing up to grab your waist, tightening. Signaling you he needed his wife. And he needed you now.

“Come on now. You’re back at work. Enough of that”. A deep whimper escaped his lips due as a result of your rejection. The bulge in his black pants began to heighten. Whispering his thought in you ear, you exclaimed, “No! You are not about to have me butt naked in this studio! Someone could be here any minute”. Harry’s bulge pressed against the back of you. Letting you know that he was down if you were.

Pretending to be interested in the buttons and controls, facing the studio. You played around with a few things. Your fingers slowly sliding up and down the buttons. Harry stood back and watched. His right arm folded across his stomach, as the other arm leaning against his chest. With his hand fidgeting with his face (trying to find something to do with his hands besides himself or you). He viewed it as teasing. How could soemthing so trivial turn him on—wishing you hands were gliding all over him instead.

Maybe on the rug in the middle of the floor? Maybe on the couch in the back of the room? Maybe right here standing in front of the control system? Harry’s mind wandered endlessly about how he could make love to you all over this room before the band got here. I mean he knew of course this was a place for making music and creativity, but it could also be used for something else. Besides—the noises and sounds you made when making love was music to his ears.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me hun’, do ya?”, a low-toned Harry questioned as he wiped his face upward, brushing hair off his face. He paced the floor back and forth slowly. You finally turned around and faced him with a devilish smirk on your face. Correction: you knew exactly what you were doing.

“What’s wrong daddy?” Harry’s green eyes darkened with pulsating lust. What had she just call him? She WAS teasing. She did want to be bent over and taken right here and now. “Thinking ‘bout bending me over? Making love to me on that sofa?”. You bit your bottom lip, enticing him. It was like you read Harry’s mind.

All he could say was “YES”. His face in shock. Then you made a bold and risqué move. You grasped the bottom of your jean skirt and raised it up. Next, your fingers grabbed your black lace panties and slid them halfway down you legs, just sitting there. Then, you freed your hard nipples by elevating your white fitted shirt. Your bare breasts exposed and nipples chilled with the draft of the studio. Lastly, you turned yourself over to face the control system and laid your hands down, leaning over just so Harry could have a pretty view of your sweet pussy.

“Fuck love”. Harry walks over and immediately drops to his knees. Basking in all your glory, he takes his hands and spreads your thighs wider apart. “This sweet lor’ pussy is all mine innit?”. The coldness from his metallic rings sent chills to your skin. He squeezed your cheeks and spread them apart. And then suddenly before you can look back at him, you feel a long warm swipe along your entrance.

It was his tongue inserting in and out of you. Teasing your clit. Engulfed in your wetness. Drinking the nectar he was being blessed with. You would think that his knees would get tired but not this guy. Harry could eat pussy as long as you let him. Under any circumstance. Even if it was alone in a studio with just you and him with a quick time to spare.

Moans and groans left your mouth as your hands found his curls to tightly hold on to. “Mmm Harry...yes da—...gonna cum—”. After the floodgates had open and Harry slurped and drank every ounce of you he could, he came up for air with your nectar all across his face. “Taste like strawberries luv, y’h taste so good for daddy”, licking his lips savoring you. “Don’t tease me H. Just fuck me already!”

“Ooo anxious aren’t we? But just a few minutes ago...” he stood up and turned you to face him, placing his large hand gripping your neck. His eyes were full of lust more than ever before. “Now you want daddy to fuck you eh? Want me to fill ye’ up in the middle of this studio?”. You rolled your eyes in anticipation and irritation. You hated being proven wrong and how quickly he could get you turned on. Your rosebud pulsated more Han it ever had before. The excitement...the risquéness of it all. “Just shut up and fu—”, before you could finish your sentence he slammed you up on the control system and shoved your legs open abruptly.

The next thing you knew he was slamming his cock inside you, choking your neck. His hips shoving into you back and forth, back and forth. You managed to wrap your dangling legs around his waist. Harry’s pants and briefs slid halfway down his legs. Your ass ached from his force and of course from sitting on buttons and shit. But you didn’t care he felt too damn good to stop. The sound of his balls slapping against you ass echoed through the studio, amplified in sound of course. Your pussy’ drippings and Harry’s precum contributing a sloshing sound to the already-made-melody, of Harry wrecking yo shit. “Now what was that shit—you were talking earlier hun? About me not fucking you...Ugh...right here and right now?”, he struggled to let out in between grunts. His thrusts were strong and deep, showing no signs of letting up. “MMPH...HARRY!”, feeling an orgasm brewing in the pit of your ovaries . Harry was destroying you and all you could say was “OH MY GOD” “...oh GOD”,“GOD YES!”. And he couldn’t take his hands off of you. His hands gripping your tits, using those large thumbs of his to massage your ripe nipples. A breathy smile formed as you two made eye contact. “UGH, look at th’beautiful face of yours. You sunshine, you temptress. Fuck me”. His lips abruptly locking with yours in mid strokes, tugging on each other’s lips.

Electric jolts began to crash your body. Harry’s thrust becoming sloppier and slower. Creating the perfect mix of movement. Leaving you to screamin’ Harry’s name like a maniac. You both climaxed simultaneously. Harry exerted his last few jerks, face buried in your neck, trying to make it last. Holding on to what he could. But he couldn’t. His hot semen spurted inside you, filling your womb. His eyes closed shut. His body shuddering and twitching—trying to come down from it’s utterly blissful state. He had came too hard and you felt too good.

“Sh-shit love, I couldn’t help myself. You just felt s’good”, Harry confessed in breathy sighs nuzzled in your neck. You chuckled, “It’s okay baby, I can’t say I didn’t want it. You don’t think it’s possible we just made a baby do you?”, but still tried to catch your breath. Both of your bodies rising and dropping intensely, trying to recooperate. You intertwine your fingers in his short curly locs, pecking kisses on his forehead. You and Harry put your clothes back on, silently smirking at each other. Harry, in particular with that smug look on his face.

Of course now Harry’s smug look on his face had to be accompanied with words, “I—”.

“Don’t say it.”, you interjected as you rolled your eyes. Before he could even get the first complete word out, you didn’t wanna hear it. You didn’t want to hear ‘I told you so’. You didn’t wanna hear that he was right about being able to get you naked in the middle of this studio. You didn’t wanna admit he had that kind of effect on you. Harry started again, “You said—”. “No”, you insisted.

“Fine”, Harry said smirking fixing his hair and adjusting his high-wasted black pants. “...I was just gonna say that I WAS ABLE TO GET YOU ASS NAKED IN THE STUDIO, that’s all”. You playfully shoved Harry to the side as he approached you.

Seconds later, there was a knock on the door to the studio. “I thought we were the only ones here, H”, you said sternly. Feeling yourself get anxious about someone hearing you and Harry. Harry’s face looked puzzled, “We are...the band said they would text me when they’re-”. He hesitated picking up his phone and seeing a text message from the band’s group chat: “Here”, which was sent from Mitch . “Oh God”, you thought to yourself. Harry finally goes to open the locked studio door, and of course it’s the band.

You peak your head around the corner embarrassingly. Harry tries to play it off, “Heyyyyy mates! How long have you y’all been ou’there?”. They all walk in one by one. “Long enough”, Mitch laughed under his breath. “Yeah, now that you two are finally finished. We figur’d we start rehearsals now?”. Harry blushed and smacked his hand to his face. You felt your heart drop into your stomach. “We are so so sorry!”, you blurted out. The band began laughing. “It’s okay lovebirds! We know you two are still on your honeymoon”.

Harry shrugged his shoulders with that smug look on his face. Somewhat proud of that beautiful session that were able tos squeeze in. “Thanks for understanding, mate. Sometimes you just gotta for—”.

“Okkayyy, Harry! How about you guys get started so you’re not holding them up any longer than you need to?”, you intervened. “Y’right love. Everybody let’s get setup so we can get started”. Harry and the band walked into the booth and you sat in one of the chairs by the control system. Looking at it, replaying what you two were just doing moments ago at this very spot.

You bite your bottom lip. Flushed in thought, you look up and see this through the glass...

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