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Harry💛

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(Y/N) quickly smoothed down the satin fabric of her dress, the strapless angel wings sitting high on her back. Tonight was Niall's Halloween party and Harry had been so encouraging about her getting all dressed up and coming with him since he received the invite. It was (Y/N)'s own idea to dress up as an angel, wanting her favorite petname that Harry had donned her to come to life. She decided on this silky, white slip dress, the back low with the hem fluttering against her mid thigh, and a pair of angel wings she had found that didn't require straps to ruin the illusion. She finished the rest of the look off by tying silvery pieces of tinsel through her hair in lieu of a halo.  She kept her makeup light and dewy, feeling confident enough to even break out some iridescent glitter to pat onto her eyelids and sprinkle along her shoulders and chest. She felt pretty, and she hoped Harry thought she was too.

She tucked her phone into the small white bag she was bringing for the night, her hands trembling just the smallest bit as the night's plans began to sink in. Getting ready had been a fun distraction, taking her mind off the fact she was about to attend her second party ever, that was sure to be full of people she didn't know. The only thing that helped calm her was the knowledge that Harry was going to be with her the whole time. They would arrive together, hopefully stay together, and eventually leave together where she would spend the night at his house. There was no reason to be anxious, but that didn't stop the pit in her stomach from forming.

(Y/N) left her apartment in a rush, locking up behind her since Sarah had left earlier in the night. She felt bad to have left Harry waiting for her for so long, practically running through the lobby of her apartment before stumbling through the doors. She found Harry leaning against the passenger side of his black Range Rover, dressed in his "devil" costume. He hadn't noticed her just yet, buried in his phone as he seemed to be typing away at something. (Y/N) took that moment to see what exactly he had put together for his costume, having told her he wasn't planning on dressing up unless she wanted him to (which, she did).

A deep red, satin shirt was stretched taut along his shoulders, black piping outlining the seams. In the same black thread was an outline of a broken heart, right over where his actual heart was. He wore a pair of fitted black trousers, this time with red stitching along the sides to match his top. She could just make out the glittery red he had painted on his nails, the cuticles a bit messy as it seemed he had done them in a rush. The only thing that gave away the subject of his costume was the red headband with devil horns planted on either side, he had gripped in his hand.

He looked so good. She hoped he would be proud to be matching with her for the night.

"Harry?" she called, nervously tugging on the hem of her dress as she drew closer.

His head snapped up from his phone, quickly sliding the device back into his pocket to give her his whole attention. When he caught sight of her, taking in her whole look, he gazed at her with his brows raised and mouth set in a small gape. His arms hung limply by his side, his headband brushing his leg. She felt vulnerable under his gaze, his eyes flicking to each detail of her outfit as if he were counting each fleck of glitter covering her skin and every piece of tinsel in her hair.

She stopped just a few paces in front of him, the sidewalk under her catching on the small heel of the white boots she was wearing. She messed with the white glitter painted on her nails, shooting Harry a shy smile as he still hadn't said anything to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, already assuming the worst and that he was just figuring out how to politely tell her to change before they left.

"Baby," he breathed, his gaze falling to her feet before dragging up the full of her form and landing on her face, "Look at you."

She could hear the dreamy tint to his voice, recognizing the tone from when she would praise him for anything. He thought she looked nice.

"Do you like it?" She looked up at him through her lashes, the flecks of glitter she patted onto her eyelids adding a sparkling frame to the view.

"(Y/N), c'mon," he laughed, his pupils practically heart shaped as he reached his free hand towards hers. He lightly pulled her hand into his own, bringing it above her head. "Twirl f'me, love. Please?"

She looked towards the ground, eyes fixed on the toes of her boots as she bit back a smile. She complied to his request, spinning around to give him a look at the back of her costume with the petite wings fluffed against her back. She returned to her previous position, standing in front of him now with her hand clasped in his. (Y/N) looked to him expectantly, waiting on his final verdict.

He tugged her closer to him, the heels of her boots shuffling against the concrete beneath her feet. He looked at her as if he were examining her, unsure of what she was entirely, only that he was enamored by the creature in front of him. Once close enough, he settled his hand on her waist as he tucked one end of his headband into his pocket and brought his now free hand to smooth her sparkling hair down.

He hummed as if feigning deep thought, pursing his lips for a moment. "Now, 'm not convinced this is a costume, m'love. Think you're jus' finally showin' me your natural form." She rolled her eyes at his flirting, stepping further into his embrace as both of his hands settled on her waist. He breathed a laugh above her, (Y/N) able to imagine the dimpled smile adorning his features. "Why are y'hidin', baby? Is it cause I figured out your secret? Not a very well kept one, if 'm bein' honest, knew y'were an angel from the moment I met you."

"Harry, stop," she whined, hiding her face in his chest, no doubt leaving flecks of glitter in the fabric of his top.

"Stop what?" he teased. He ran his hands along her sides, warming her skin through the thin fabric of her dress with his rings leaving cooling trails. The black of his tattoos seemed darker against the creamy color of her dress, playing up the opposing themes of their costumes.

She whined another call of his name, her smile heard in her voice as she spoke. As much as his praising of her embarrassed her, feeling her cheeks heat and a buzz go through her veins, the compliments never failed to make her feel special and worthy of the attention he showered her with.

Harry tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her back just far enough to get a look at her face. His eyes met her own, the glitters on her lashes creating a kaleidoscope of color looking like he were the one with the halo for the night.

"I'll stop teasin', baby, 'm sorry," he cooed, his voice soft and features matching, "Mean it, though. Y'look so, so gorgeous. Love your wings."

"Thank you," she replied, settling her hands on his arms with her fingers curling around the thick of his biceps through the silk of his button up. "I'm happy you like it."

He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his nose skimming along the bone as he spoke against her skin. She wasn't quite able to make out what he said, only catching what sounded like him calling her his angel.

"You look really handsome, by the way," she praised, settling her hands on the side of his jaw.

"Yeah? Think I make a good devil?" A proud smile tugged at his features, his dimples denting his cheeks as he stood straight with his chest puffed out in mock pride. He grabbed the headband hanging out of his pocket, settling the red horns amid the swirling curls spiraling down his shoulders. "Think we look good together?"

She beamed up at him as she nodded her head, her smile too large to even try and contain. She reached for the red plastic atop his head, fixing the lopsided alignment of the horns. "There," she settled, her hands landing flat on his chest, "You make the best devil."

"Thank you, angel," he smiled, granting her a single kiss on the lips before checking his phone as it vibrated in his pocket. "Niall's wonderin' where we are, and 'm pretty sure he's already drunk, so we should probably get goin'."

(Y/N) quickly agreed, ready to get into his warm car as her dress did little to preserve her warmth from the autumn breeze. Harry opened the passenger door for her, carefully helping her step in to the car as she took extra effort to ensure the hem of her dress didn't ride up too far for comfort. He was quick to take his own place in the driver's seat beside her, starting the car up and giving her his phone to pick out the playlist for the night.

Even when the music started filtering through the speakers and warm air was blowing through the vents, Harry made no move to put the Rover into drive.

"You okay?" she asked, locking his phone and dropping it into the cupholder beside Harry.

"Look at me," he requested, ignoring her line of questioning as his eyes never left her angelic form.

"What?" she tried again, worrying something was wrong. Her glossed lips were parted in a small gap, the tips of her lashes stretching long enough to flutter against her cheek bone as she blinked.

Harry's intense gaze flitted over her features, a small smile forming on his lips. "Shit," he sighed, his shoulders dropping as he exhaled, "'M s'fuckin' lucky."

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"Harry! You made it!" Niall's drunken greeting boomed as he stumbled out his front door, the skeleton hanging behind him rattling against the wood. He was dressed in a full soccer uniform, the jersey a sky blue color with white shorts.

Harry's hand tightened around (Y/N)'s, tugging her closer to his side as they approached the porch where Niall was hanging off the doorknob. "Happy Halloween, man," Harry greeted, slapping his free hand against Niall's shoulder as they walked through the door.

"And you brought (Y/N)!" Niall exclaimed, shutting the door behind him in a haste as he followed after the pair with his arms wide open. "I haven't seen you in so long!"

His words were slurred as he wrapped his arms around (Y/N), his hands just barely missing the fluffy wings on her back. She stumbled back a bit at the sudden contact, Harry shifting his hold on her to lay a hand gently on the small of her back in an attempt to steady her. She reciprocated Niall's hug, breathing a small laugh at his affection. She was never this touchy with anyone but Harry, feeling a small bit of nerves rise in her tummy.

"Hi, Niall," she mumbled, a small smile on her face as she gently pat her hands on his back.

"Y'saw her last week at the shop," Harry interjected, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)'s waist and lightly tugging her back towards his chest. He knew she was feeling a bit uncomfortable, no matter how safe and friendly Niall was, (Y/N) just wasn't used to that kind of affection.

Niall didn't even notice Harry's intervening, dropping his arms back to his sides as (Y/N) took her place next to Harry. "Was that just last week? Feels like a lifetime ago, I'm so happy you guys are here!"

Before either of them could say anything else, another voice coming from the kitchen called to Niall and stole his attention. With only a slurred goodbye, Niall left them to follow the voice and most likely go get another drink. Harry tugged (Y/N) to his chest as another grouping of people passed by them, his hands on her back as he looked down at her.

"Y'okay?" he asked, raising his brows. He had definitely caught onto the stress she was feeling over the night, wanting to make sure she was okay and comfortable being there.

"I'm okay, thank you," she responded, reaching behind her and taking one of his hands in hers.

"Good," he smiled, looking around the crowd as she peeked up at him, "Mitch said he and Sarah would be waitin' for us in the kitchen, if y'wanted to go find them."

"Yes, please," she decided, needing the comfort of familiar people.

"Follow me then, 'kay?" He tightened his fingers around her's, ducking his head and pressing a kiss to her hair before leading them through the throngs of people milling about Niall's house.

(Y/N) looked around the various orange and black decorations. Black cats made of tinsel hung from the walls, with matching skulls and pumpkins. Vinyl stickers depicting bloody handprints and cryptic 'keep out' signs were stamped along the free spaces. Even the doorways were veiled in black and orange crepe paper, the faces of iconic scary movie villains glued to the pieces. With the low lights and the pumping music, this was exactly the kind of party (Y/N) had pictured herself attending during her college years, including the throngs of people dressed in various group costumes and other's milling about in their own creations.

As they approached the most congested area, (Y/N) shuffled closer behind him. Her one hand clutched his, Harry reacting by rubbing soothing circles on the outside of her thumb. She even went one step further, grabbing the end of his silken shirt in her fist. She didn't want to lose him, remembering the one other time she had attended a party like this only to have someone corner her and almost take advantage of her.

He led her quickly through the groups of people, politely acknowledging the people who greeted him with drunken smiles and red cups full of sloshing liquid. She kept her head down as more people flooded the area, the closer they got to the kitchen the more people seemed to herd around them. Harry came to a stop for a moment, pulling (Y/N) around to stand in front of him. He positioned her with her back to his chest, her angel wings being the only thing separating them.

He lent down, his hands sitting on her waist with his lips by her ear. "Stay in front of me, yeah? Don't want t'lose you."

She nodded her head quickly, ready to agree to anything Harry said at this point as long as they found their friends and a tiny bit of space to breathe. Harry pressed a kiss to her hair before urging her forward with a nudge of his hands on her waist.

This time (Y/N) led them through the crowd, the responsibility taking away the privilege of looking towards the ground. Her steps were cautious and hesitant as she maneuvered the pair of them through the crowded hall, seeing the opening to the kitchen decorated in red crepe paper with stampings of Freddy Krueger dotted along the strips. Harry helped her, politely urging people to move for her with grumbles of Excuse me and none-too-gentle nudges of his elbows to people who couldn't take the hint.

Eventually, (Y/N) parted the crepe paper veil to the much quieter and cleaner kitchen, the countertops covered in various bottles of alcohol and other mix-ins (Y/N) didn't understand. Niall had since cleared out, leaving only Mitch and Sarah cooped in the corner laughing over something that apparently was funny enough to bring tears to Mitch's eyes and steal Sarah's breath. They were dressed in matching pirate costumes, classic red and black accents with puffy white shirts.

Sarah was the first to spot her, her eyes going wide as she looked over the comically large pirate hat that was lopsided atop Mitch's head. She tapped him as her mouth moved a mile a minute, and pointed over his shoulder to (Y/N) as Harry came to stand beside her with his tattooed hand clasped in both of her's.

"(Y/N)! You look so pretty!" Sarah bubbled, stepping towards them with an excited smile on her face. Mitch followed behind her, with a less excited expression on his face, but that was most likely due to the red cup of whatever strong smelling liquid he was drinking.

"Thank you," (Y/N) smiled, feeling shy as she hugged Harry's arm to her chest. "I like your guys' costumes, too!"

"It was Mitch's idea!" Sarah continued, the excited notes to her voice prominent as she grabbed her boyfriend's arm and tugged him closer to her. She caught sight of the drink in his hand, her brows raising as she seemingly forgot he had one at all, telling (Y/N) she had been busy with her own drinks while they were waiting. "Did you want a drink, (Y/N)? Harry told us you liked wine and stuff now, so I could find something for you!"

(Y/N) saw Harry peek down at her from the corner of her eye, his hand squeezing her's. "N-No, not tonight," she decided, uncomfortable with the idea of drinking around other people still. Even with Harry, she's only drank three times, and always during quiet nights in where Harry was more than attentive to her.

"Okay," Sarah beamed, "Harry?"

It was (Y/N)'s turn to gaze up at him, waiting to see if she was going to be in charge of driving them home for the night. She wouldn't mind if Harry decided to drink for the night, he could do whatever he wanted, but she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of anxiety hit her at the idea of being the only sober one for the night. Even if Harry was physically with her, the idea of him leaving her through alcohol wasn't the most comforting thought. But if that's what he wanted, she would suck it up for him.

"No, think we're gonna babysit y'two tonight," he joked, tightening his fingers around (Y/N)'s own.

Sarah and Mitch seemed satisfied with the answer, soon getting distracted by the song playing from the living room. Sarah's face lit up as she recognized the tune of the track, abandoning the though of alcohol as she reached towards (Y/N) with her fingers fluttering over her shoulder in excitement.

"(Y/N), c'mon! I love this song," she gasped, already tugging (Y/N) from Harry's side and towards the grouping of people on the makeshift dance floor in Niall's living room.

She looked to Harry over her shoulder, a nervous smile on her face as she held onto his hand. He only smiled at her in response, loosening his grip on her hand only to settle his palm on her back.

"'S okay, darling. I'll be right here," he reassured her, sending her off with a pat on her backside and his dimples denting his cheeks.

His words did just enough to quell the worry in her tummy, feeling excited enough to follow after Sarah with a small bounce in her step and her wings fluttering on her back.

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"I think I'm gonna get another drink!"

Sarah's voice was just a hair louder than the music bumping through Niall's house, her tone breathless from the jumping she and (Y/N) were calling dancing. They had flailed through five songs, their laughter being the only other thing they heard over the tracks, before Sarah had ceased and tried her best to shout over the music.

"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, "Did you want me to come with you?!"

"No, that's okay! I think I'm going to get Mitch!" She gestured over her shoulder, where both Harry and Mitch were standing off the to the side of the 'dancefloor'.

Harry had been the ever dutiful boyfriend, keeping an eye on (Y/N) to make sure she was safe and having fun. Mitch's gaze was turning more and more hazed, his laughter coming easier and his cheeks flushed from the bottomless cup he seemed to be sipping from. Surrounding them were the boys from the shop, creating a small string against the wall allowing Harry a clear view of his angel.

(Y/N) nodded her head to Sarah's words, following after her as she wobbled over to where their boyfriends had been waiting. Sarah immediately pulled Mitch to follow her to the kitchen, a quiet (they tried to be quiet, anyway) conversation now taking their attention. Harry's own focus was fixed only on (Y/N), slipping out of the conversation with his friends as he reached towards her hand.

Each of the boys greeted her, some of them more coherent than others (it seemed that Liam was the only other sober member for the night), as she slipped into Harry's hold. She smiled at their hello's, reciprocating with her own acknowledgment before Harry stole her attention.

"Hi, baby," he cooed to her, his voice quiet as he wrapped an arm around her waist with his hand landing flat of her back just under her feathered wings.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks heat at the affection he so freely voiced in front of his co-workers and friends, still not used to the way he didn't mind anyone knowing how he felt about her. "Hi," she murmured, her tone timid under his heavy gaze.

He shot her his favorite lopsided smile, pulling her closer to his side as he slipped back into the conversation the others were having before her arrival. He had since pulled the plastic devil horns from his head, stuck in his pocket with the free end sticking out, leaving his hair unobstructed and tumbling down to his collarbones. (Y/N) admired him at his side, his fingers wrapping around the dip of her waist with a teasing squeeze. She stumbled closer to his side, the feeling of his tickling touch pulling a breathy laugh from her chest. Harry's smile grew wider as she pushed her hand against his chest, mumbling a warning for him to stop that was just quiet enough to not interrupt the conversation going on around her.

"(Y/N), what about you?" Liam asked, pulling her from her pining over Harry.

"Hm?" she hummed, whipping her head to find him looking to her with a pair of black framed glasses perched on his nose to go along with the Superman emblem peeking out of his white dress shirt.

He let out a laugh at her questioning, gesturing beside him where Zayn and Louis were giggling about something no one else could understand. "We were just talking about H's next tattoo, was just wondering if you were ready for your first yet?"

"Oh," she breathed, glitter falling into her sight as she blinked. She looked up at Harry to find him already looking down at her with his features softened. He shrugged his shoulder a bit, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I-um-I don't know about that yet. I wouldn't even know what to get."

"H, you haven't shown her the ones you've been drawing up yet?" Liam questioned, turning to Harry with a pinch in his brow.

Harry's gaze scuttled around the room, purposefully skimming over (Y/N) as she looked to him with her own furrowed brow. He usually showed her all of his drawings, explaining that he wanted her opinion if it was for a client or, if it was something he had sketched for fun, he just liked to see her reaction and if she liked it. He never told her he had been drafting up pieces for her.

"No, I haven't," Harry deadpanned, his freehand coming to mess with his black lip ring out of nerves.

Liam went to say something else, his brows raised above the black framed glasses, before Niall's intoxicated voice shouted from the back door. He peeked his hand through the doorframe, (Y/N) catching the way he struggled to keep himself upright as his surprisingly still bright eyes zeroed in on their group.

"Guys, guys! Come outside, me and Leo are gonna try to make a bonfire!"

In a second, Louis and Zayn were tripping over themselves to join Niall outside, their own tittering growing louder as they passed over the threshold. (Y/N) was pretty sure she heard something about 'torches' fall from their mouths.

"I think I'm gonna have to follow them," Liam mumbled with an exasperated smile on his face. (Y/N) gathered that he probably had been playing babysitter all night, taking the responsibility of being the only sober member of their group.

He followed behind the boys, tossing a wave back at Harry and (Y/N). She reciprocated his wave before running her fingers through her tinseled hair, returning her gaze to her boyfriend.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" he hummed, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his fingers skimmed over the dip of her waist.

She reached towards his other hand, moving to stand in front of him with one hand in his and the other grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt. Harry's own hand warmed her back, just below her angel wings. "You've been drawing tattoos for me?" she questioned, looking up at him through her glittered lashes.

"Kinda, I guess," he shrugged, fixing his eyes on the falling strap of her dress to avoid her gaze. "Why?"

"Why haven't you shown me any?" she answered, posing her own question.

Harry stayed quiet for a moment, his hand on her waist sliding up to fix her fallen dress strap and brushing her hair behind her shoulder. His fingers trailed to her jawline, his palm cupping the side of her neck with his thumb running along the bone.

"Dunno," he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders as he finally met her gaze, "Didn't think y'would want any of them."

She'd never heard Harry sound so insecure over his talent like that before. When he usually spoke of his designs it was with strong conviction, details behind each of his decisions and why each run of his pencil and each shade added to the sketch.

A pinch in her brow appeared as she lent her head into his touch. "You know I love your art, H," she said, her voice quiet enough for Harry to lean closer to her in order to hear. "If I ever get a tattoo, I would want it to be by you."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, the smallest dip appearing in his cheek. "Really?"

(Y/N) felt a surge of confidence, wanting to reassure him like he always did for her. She lent up on her tippy toes, the toes of her white boots touching the tips of Harry's red pair, as she pressed a kiss to his lips. It was a simple peck, just long enough to feel the metal of his lip ring and the soft full of his lips.

"Promise," she mumbled against his mouth.

With his hand still firm on the side of her neck, he tugged her towards him for a second kiss. He nudged his nose against his, a smile large enough for both dimples to dent his cheeks and case the smallest of creases beside his eyes.

"Thank you."

He lent back, his hand on her neck dropping to land on her waist as his other let go of her hand to do the same. He dropped his gaze to her feet before trailing back to her face, a small smile on his face.

"Y'know," he started, his smile turning sly, "I had a couple of spots in mind, too—where we could put your tattoo, I mean."

"Really?" she bounced. He had really put a lot of thought into this, hadn't he?

"Mhm."

She waited for him to continue, aware of his hands shifting on her sides. Before she knew it, he had poked at her sides like he had done earlier, causing a laugh to pull from her lungs. He fluttered his fingers over her side, unperturbed by her hands landing on his chest only to push him weakly away and her feet stumbling to get away from him.

"I was thinkin' somewhere right here," he teased, his own smile rivaling her's as he watched the unabashed giggles fall from her lips.

"Harry, stop!" Her calls were breathless, just as light as the force she could muster to push his hands away.

"Baby, why?" he continued, "Never seen y'so happy before, why would y'want me to stop?"

"P-Please!"

(Y/N)'s vision became blurry through the tears that were collecting in her waterline, his tickling only slowing once he saw her eyes were glittering from more than the iridescent flakes. He shifted to hold her gently by her hips, his smile still sitting large on his face.

She fell breathlessly into his chest, her arms bundled between them with her pouting face against the silky fabric of his shirt. "Harry, why?" she whined, pulling back just far enough to make sure he saw her sulking face.

"Jus' wanted to make y'laugh, angel."

Harry settled his hands flat on her back, his thumb skimming the edge of the wings on her back. His smile slowly fell from his face, instead being replaced with a dreamy look that he only held when his mind got lost on the possibilities with (Y/N). Her glistening eyes stared back at him, watching as he took all of her in like it was the first time he had seen her all night.

"Have I told y'how gorgeous y'look tonight?"

She felt her cheeks heat at his line of question, her own hands twisting in his satin shirt. She shifted her gaze to her pearly white nails, biting back a bashful smile. "Yes," she peeped in response to his question.

He pursed his lips and hummed, as if he were actually recalling memories of the night although the light in his eyes was enough to give him away.

"Must not have been enough then, since I can't remember tellin' you," he mused, tightening his hold on her with his fingers flexing against her back. His eyes detailed over her face, like he was counting every fleck of glitter, every plane of her face, and every spot he was planning on planting his lips. "Mean it, though. Y'look s'fuckin' gorgeous, 's not even fair."

He raised his hand to push her hair behind her shoulder, freeing space for him to trail his lips against her cheek. He drew a line of kisses over he skin, the stretch leading down her neck with the dots of his lips warming her in their wake. She felt her heartbeat quicken at his bold display of affection, strong enough she was sure Harry would be able to feel it.

"T-Thank you," she mumbled, trying her best to focus despite he delicate way he was feathering his lips across her skin . She felt him smile against her neck, breathing a laugh that caused his curls to brush against the skin of her bare shoulder.

"You're welcome, m'angel."

Harry pressed her deeper against his chest, (Y/N) swearing she was able to feel his heartbeat. His hands were warm on the small of her back, his fingers spanning along the expanse with the cool of his rings seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. He distracted her with another whispered compliment and a press of his lips beside her ear as his hands slid just marginally lower to stop at the curve of her bottom. Her brows raised and eyes widened at his action, Harry's own features keeping the same smile, now tinged with just a cocky tug at the corners. He knew what he was doing and he was pleased with the reaction she was giving him.

"Harry, not here, please," she whispered, grabbing at his forearms to stop him from going any lower. "I don't want everyone to see."

His expression turned softer, leaving the teasing edge behind at her quiet pleas. He shifted his hold on her, his warmth leaving her hips before his fingers tangled between hers with their palms pressed together. He ducked his head and pressed a petite kiss to her nose before nudging his own against the tip in a puppy kiss.

"Sorry, baby, was jus' messin'. Won't do it again, promise," he mumbled, the green of his eyes intense against the black liner darkening his waterline.

"Its okay," she conceded, looking to him with a soft smile on her face.

He untangled one of their join hands, reaching up and brushing a stray string of tinsel that had fell over her face. He smoothed her hair back as he did so, his gaze following the path of his hand before scanning over her features. His hand settled on the side of her neck, his thumb running along the hinge of her jaw. "Jus' hard to remember where we are sometimes, when I can only see y'and how pretty y'are, angel."

"Stop," she whined, elongating the word as a bashful smile took over her features.

Harry's lips were stuck in that soft smile, dipping his head down to meet her eyes. "One more kiss, darling? Please?"

She indulged in his request, her own hands coming to rest on either side of his jaw. Her white painted nails trailed into his hairline as her eyes fluttered closed. Harry slotted his lips against her's, the gloss sparkling over her own pout transferred to his. He guided her through the kiss, his tongue delicately tracing a line over the full of her bottom lip, just wanting to taste more of her. (Y/N)'s breathing stuttered as Harry maneuvered them with (Y/N) now standing between him and the wall, his hands landing on her hips. She didn't even have it in her to be embarrassed at their display, only able to focus on Harry and the thickening bulge at his crotch.

Harry was hard.

Her breath hitched at the thought, her kissing stuttering to match her heartbeat. Harry lent back at her reaction, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as she gazed at her through hooded eyes.

"Y'alright, baby?" he mumbled, squeezing her hips in his hands. The bands of his rings were solid and cool against her heated skin, giving her just enough clarity to process his words.

"Yeah, just I—you're—"

He cut her off with a breathy laugh, his smile lazy on his lips. "I know, 's okay." His tongue peeked out, licking across his lips as he kept his eyes stuck on her's. "Y'ready to go home, angel?"

(Y/N) nodded her head without a thought. "Yes, please."

A lopsided smile appeared on his features, straightening his posture as he let go of her hips. He smoothed out (Y/N)'s satin dress and brushed back her hair, even swiping his thumb around the edge of her mouth to wipe away the remnants of her clear lip gloss they now shared. He mumbled for her to follow him, tangling their fingers together as they maneuvered through the crowd.

"Can y'do somethin' f'me when we get home?" Harry started as they walled back to his car, his phone in his other hand typing out a goodbye text to both Niall and Sarah, letting her know where (Y/N) was going to be for the night.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Keep your wings on tonight."

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"Where d'you think you're goin'?"

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks at the sound of Harry's voice. He was stood by the front door, absently locking it behind him as he looked at her with a raised brow. The edge of her fluffed wings created a frame edging her vision as she looked over her shoulder, eyes wide.

"I was going to get changed, why?" she asked as she absently played with the drooping strap of her dress.

"Thought I told y'to keep your wings on tonight." The black of his eyeliner intensified his gaze, making him that much more intimidating.

"Oh," she breathed, her mouth set in a small gap. Her hands fell to the hem of her dress, fingers running along the lace edging. "I didn't know you were serious."

He twisted his rings, taking lazy steps towards her. "Y'don't have to if y'don't want to, but I do think y'would look really pretty ridin' me with your little wings on."

She felt a rush of heat simmer behind her cheeks at his words. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, unsure of what to say, but she definitely liked that idea.

"W-When is Mitch coming home?" she finally peeped. Harry settled his hands on her waist, twisting her to face him as he looked down at her.

A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. "Could text him and tell him to stay the night with Sarah."

She was quiet for a moment, eyes tracing the black edging of his top. "Really?"

"If that's what y'wanted, angel," he crooned to her, dipping his head down to press a kiss to her cheek. He trailed his lips along her skin, the smallest of kisses dotting along her jawline.

She swallowed as her eyes fluttered shut, losing herself in Harry's affections. She gently nodded her head. "I-I do, please."

Harry smiled against her skin. He allowed one more press of his lips against her skin before pulling back. He dropped his hands lower on her waist, one cradling the curve of her bottom in his palm. "Go sit and wait f'me, kay? Gonna grab some things and text Mitch."

She eagerly nodded her head as she blinked up at him, scuttling off to take a seat on the couch where he wanted her. Her eyes followed Harry as he disappeared in his bedroom, the red satin of his shirt glinting in the light. (Y/N) felt antsy sitting on the couch waiting for Harry to return, that familiar warmth gathering between her legs as she thought of what was to follow when he came back. She traced her fingers along the lace lining the hem of her dress, catching a wild idea that caused her cheeks to heat.

Technically, Harry only asked for her to keep her wings on, the rest of her outfit was left up to her discretion.

She knew she only had a couple of moments left before Harry would be back, and she wanted to surprise him. She was aware she wasn't a very bold person, so she hoped Harry would be pleased by her extra showing.

(Y/N) was quick to pull her dress over her head, careful to ensure the placement of her wings and delicate feathers that lined the framing. She dropped the slip into a pile at her feet, kicking her boots off beside the fabric. She felt slightly exposed in only a pair of white, string panties and the pair of wings on her back. She barely had time to cover her breasts with her arms before Harry came walking out of his bedroom, gaze fixed on the phone in his hands as he held the familiar foil package of a condom between his pinky and ring finger.

"We'll be alone f'the rest of the night, angel, does that make y'feel be—Oh." Harry's eyes finally caught sight of her practically naked form, his brows shooting up in surprise. He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth as he stopped in his tracks, absently shoving his phone back in his pocket. "Look at you, baby. Jus' like I pictured."

She shyly smiled under his gaze. "You mean it?"

Harry only shot her a lopsided smile before taking measured paces towards her. His steps were slow and lazy, his gaze never shifting from his angel as he took all of her in and committed the moment to memory. He was still silent as he reached her, offering her his hand.

With her hand in his, he gently tugged her along with him to the edge of the couch. He took a seat on one of the cushions, pulling (Y/N) to straddle his lap. She split her thighs as she sat atop his own, her hands settling on his shoulders and leaving the rest of her body exposed. Harry's own hands found her waist, warming the skin while causing a layer of goosebumps to form.

"Jus' like I pictured," he reiterated, a dreamy tint laced through his voice. His eyes flitted about her form, fixing on the tip divinely white feathers of the wings fanned out behind her. "Gorgeous, y'know that?"

"Stop," she whined, falling into his chest and burying her face in his neck to hide her shy smile. She heard him breath a laugh over her shoulder as his palms shifted to run along the expanse of her back. The tips of his fingers traced along the edges of the feathered wings, absently pressing kisses to the soft skin of her neck as he did so.

He gently rolled his hips under her's, his bulge pressing tightly against the thin cotton of her underwear. A small, breathy sigh fell from (Y/N)'s lips, her hands clutching tighter at Harry's still clothed torso. He repeated the motion a few more times, his hands shifting to grip her by the hips and grind her down harder against his.

"H-Harry," (Y/N) shakily moaned, the satin of his shirt smooth against her cheek. She felt even more vulnerable than normal, knowing that he was completely clothed under her while she was virtually naked.

"Feel good, angel?" he crooned to her, absently brushing her hair from her shoulder to reveal more of her shimmering skin to press sweet kisses to.

"Mhm," she hummed, her voice taking a higher pitch from the strain of her breathing. "R-really good, daddy."

Harry let out his own groan at the sound of his title, his fingers tightening around the thick of her hips. "Would y'do somethin' f'me, baby?" he asked, voice rocky.

She eagerly nodded her head, pulling back just enough to see his face. She would do anything for him at this point.

"Go 'head and get m'cock out f'me, yeah? Want y'to ride me tonight." His gaze was heavy on her's, the black of his slightly smudged eyeliner only adding to the intensity of his request. He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, biting back a smile as he took in her flustered expression though they've barely even started.

"O-okay," she stuttered, her breasts heaving with the deep breath that filled her lungs.

She brought her hands to the waist of Harry's pants, fingers fumbling around the button and zip. A hiss fell from his lips as her fingers brushed against the bulge straining against the fabric, the effect of her own subtle teasing she wasn't aware she was performing. (Y/N) raised herself from his thighs, standing on her knees as she pulled both the black fabric of his pants and his boxers down to his knees. Harry's own hands stayed steady on her hips, fingers plucking at the thin string of her thong and snapping it against her skin. His cock bobbed against his stomach, a bubble of precum leaking from the tip and smearing against the delicate fabric of his top. A choked breath stuttered from his chest, drawing (Y/N)'s eye from the ruddy head of his cock to his flushed cheeked and hooded eyes.

"Touch me, angel, get me ready f'you," he rasped, his eyes fixed on the pout of her lips and the angelic shimmer she had retained through the night.

"Okay, daddy," she mumbled quietly in response, a quiet moan falling from Harry's lips a moment later.

(Y/N) delicately wrapped her fist around the shaft of his prick, the member twitching in her hand at the contact. Harry's breathing hitched and his eyes fluttered closed. "Go 'head, baby. Make daddy feel good," Harry breathed, his hands running along her sides.

(Y/N) gently stroked her hand along his prick, flicking her eyes between Harry's blissed out expression and the movements of her hands. She scooted herself closer up his thighs, the wet of her panties pressing against the underside of his cock. She focused her hand on the tip of his cock, spreading around the stream of sticky precum that dripped from his slit. Her own breathing became labored at the feel of his prick, absently grinding her own hips against his. She was barely aware of the way Harry's hands drifted from her waist and fell to the curve of her ass. He pulled her closer with his grip on her bottom, (Y/N) removing her hand from his shaft in favor of allowing Harry to grind her against his cock.

She let out a small moan as a particularly hard grind of their hips rubbed her swollen clit on the underside of his member. "H-Harry," she stuttered, her breathing coming in broken pulls as she fell into him. She buried her cheek against the silken fabric of his shirt, pressing the smallest of kisses against the skin of his tattooed chest.

"Feel good, angel? Feel good rubbin' against daddy's cock like that?" he pressed, bucking his own hips upwards. He mimicked the way he would usually fuck her as she rode him, his fingers pressing deeper into the plush of her ass, surely leaving bruises he would feel bad about in the morning. "Like a fuckin' angel, baby. Swear you're from heaven."

(Y/N) clutched him tighter in response, jerkily nodding her head. A trail of glitter was left in her wake, matching the sparkling kiss marks smeared against Harry's skin. "Feels so good, daddy. I love you." She couldn't stop herself before moaning out the sentiment, not having the mind to care if it ruined the moment Harry had set.

"I love you too, angel. S'fuckin' much." A stray kiss was pressed to the top of her head, Harry burying his nose among the tinseled strands. The moment felt tender despite the way he was fucking his cock against her, softening (Y/N) in his arms. A beat passed before Harry spoke against, his voice rougher and more strained than she remembered it being, "Ready f'more, angel girl?"

She franticly nodded her head in response. "Y-yes, please."

A lazy smile stretched across his face, slowing the motion of his hips. He pulled her back just far enough to see her face before settling his hands on her hips and shuffling her back along his thighs. "Grab the condom f'me, baby." He jerked his chin behind her, where he had left the foil package on the coffee table.

She mumbled a quick okay, twisting in his lap and reaching behind her. Her back was left exposed to Harry, the fluff of her wings visible. (Y/N) was absently aware of the warmth she felt of his tattooed hand as it trailed up her spine before disappearing as he traced his fingers along the fluffed, white feathers of her wings. She moved to face him again, turning her head to find Harry's hooded gaze fixed on the last remaining part of her Halloween costume.

"Wait," he mumbled, his voice firm though quiet in the space between them, "Let me feel f'a second." (Y/N) stopped in her tracks at his request, letting him trace his hands along her back. "Gonna fuck an angel tonight," he whispered, as if she wasn't supposed to hear him.

(Y/N) bit back a smile before looking over her shoulder. "What did you say?" she asked, feigning cluelessness in hopes he would say it again for her to hear this time.

Harry shifted his gaze to match her's, raising a brow as a matching lopsided smile took over his features. "Nothin', baby." He shook his head before hesitantly removing his hands from her body in favor of taking the condom packet from her hands. It only took a moment for Harry's practiced hands to pull the latex down his member, pumping his shaft a couple times over for added effect. "C'mere," Harry sighed, shifting his hips and adjusting his position before pulling (Y/N) to sit just above his cock. "Pull your panties to the side f'me, my love."

With shaky fingers, she pulled the soaked cotton of her thong to the side, her fingertips just barely brushing against her wetness. Her breathing hitched at the gentle contact, her shoulders jumping. Harry breathed a soft laugh at her response, his hand on the small of her back urging her closer.

"Sensitive tonight, angel?" he mused, his free hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"Y-yeah," she breathed, shakily nodding her head to affirm her words. Harry mumbled something in response, (Y/N) unable to catch the full of it, yet it sounded like he had said something about her being s'precious.

"Ready?" he asked, looking up at her as she stood on her knees above his hard cock.

"Uh-huh," she breathed, looking to him with wide eyes.

Harry gently gripped the thick of her hip, tugging her down. The tip of his cock nudged against her weeping hole, Harry biting his lip between his teeth with his lip ring twisting against the force. (Y/N) held her own breath, knowing that when she was on top the stretch was a bit harder to get used to than usual. She sunk down on his cock, the tip popping in before her walls fluttered around his shaft. Harry's breathing stuttered, his still clothed chest heaving. (Y/N) let out a petite whine at the full feeling that spread through her stomach.

Finally, she was sat fully on his lap, her thighs spread wide in order to take the full of him in her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting go of her panties now that he was inside. Harry's own gaze was fixed where they were joined, his hands finding purchase on her waist and massaging the soft skin there.

"How do y'feel?" Harry swallowed after his words, slowly raking his gaze along her form before finding her own eyes. "Good, still?"

She nodded her head quickly, "R-really good. You're so deep, daddy."

Harry didn't bother with a response before he craned his neck and caught her lips in the first kiss they'd shared since coming home. He slotted her bottom lip between his two, drawing the kiss deeper as he peeked his tongue out and ran it along the full of her pout. His nose gently nudged against her's in an effort to pull her closer, his breathing coming out labored as he couldn't find it in him to leave the soft heaven that was her lips. (Y/N)'s fingers in his hair tugged in small, gentle pulls, causing a choked moan to fall from his lips. She felt her walls clench at the sound, everything he did in that moment only serving to further turn her on. She began to draw her hands from his hair and down his shoulders, wanting to hold onto the thick of his shoulders when she rode him. The satin of his shirt slipped against her palms, causing a frown to take place on her face.

Harry was quick to pull back, a concerned pinch in his brow as his gaze scanned over her face in search of any indication of what upset her. "What's wrong, darling? Am I too deep?"

"No, no," she rushed, shaking her head as she fisted the fabric of his shirt, "I want this off."

Harry smirked at her pouting, the whine in her voice only further adding to the light in his eyes. Sometimes she was so cute it hurt his heart, and times like these, it caused his cock to twitch and made it that much harder to not fuck up into her before she was ready.

"Go 'head and take it off then," he challenged, a smug tilt to his chin as he gazed at her.

(Y/N) didn't waste any time after getting permission, her shaky, eager fingers fumbling around the buttons of his top. She only got through two of them before Harry unexpectedly thrusted his hips upward, his cock hitting deeper than she's ever felt. A broken moan of his name fell from her lips, her hands pausing and falling flat on the muscles of his stomach as she curled forward. Before she could even recover, Harry was already righting her in his lap. He arranged her as he pleased, a mock disappointed look on his face.

"Keep goin', angel. Thought y'wanted m'shirt off," he mused, his hands covering hers before bringing them to the column of buttons on his top.

"I-I do! But you-you—"

"'M only makin' y'feel good, baby, I don't know why y'had to stop." He flitted his eyes to her's, fighting off the smile tugging at his lips in favor of keeping up his facade.

There was always something that stirred in her tummy whenever he spoke to her like that, knowing that he was the one in control of the scene. She listened to him without question, her breathing still slightly shaky as she tried again to rid him of his shirt. She only had two more buttons left, she could do this.

While she expected him to roll his hips against her's again, instead she felt him slide his hand around to her front. The warmth of his palm slid down her thigh, before reaching between her legs where they were joined. In a second, (Y/N) too preoccupied with trying to pop this one button, Harry's thumb nudged against her swollen clit. A jolt of warmth shot right to the knot forming in her tummy, her shoulders slumping as she moaned. She tried her best to keep her focus, wanting so badly to get his shirt off so she could finally feel him sliding against her walls, but it only proved that much harder as her thoughts were clouded by pleasure.

"Can feel y'clenchin' around me, angel," Harry mumbled, his voice much more strained than during his teasing, "Feels s'fuckin' good."

(Y/N) didn't have it in her to respond before finally unbuttoning his shirt and pushing the halves of his top to the side. His bare chest was on display, the shoulders drooping down his arms just as she wanted. She dragged her hands down the bare muscles, the tattoos left with a sheen of glitter from her costume that had begun to spread all around them.

"Better?" Harry pressed, his hands returning to her hips.

(Y/N) hummed her agreement, nodding her head in conjunction. "Wanna"—she cut herself off as she swallowed, her gaze finally matching his—"Wanna ride you now, please."

Harry's own eyes fluttered closed, his neck rolling back against the back of the couch. "Do it, baby. Fuck yourself on daddy's cock."

(Y/N) planted her hands against his chest, the white of her nails standing out starkly against the black of his tattoos. She used that leverage to lift her hips from his, the muscles shaky from being spread so far for so long. His cock slid through her walls, each vein and pulse felt inside her. Just as only the tip was left at her hole, (Y/N) sunk back down. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her lids fluttered closed; that first push always felt especially good. Harry let out his own shaky moan in reaction, his hands tightening on her hips. He helped steady her as she set her pace, knowing she always wanted his help whenever she was on top.

"Feel good, angel?" he groaned, his rings digging into her skin.

"S-so good, daddy," she whined, her nails scratching against his chest as she continued riding him.

He thrusted his hips up to meet her's, the sound of his title spurring him on. He wanted to get impossibly closer to her, feel every bit of the heaven sitting on his lap. (Y/N) threw her head back at the feel of the new angle, her sparkling hair falling down her back by her wings. Harry's gaze was fixed on the vision of her petite wings bracketing her head, the angelic emblem a tender opposition against he pornographic way her breasts heaved in front of him and the vulnerable heat that lined her neck.

His perfect, little angel.

His hand absently trailed up her front, the expanse of his palm smoothing over her tummy and the valley between her breasts. (Y/N) shuddered under the contact, causing a break in the pace of her hips, the fluff of her wings fluttering at the motion. The rosettes on Harry's hand served as a makeshift necklace as he paused with his hand at the base of her neck. His index finger traced along the column of her throat, his gaze following the red glitter on his nail as it stuck out against her smooth skin.

"Keep bouncin' on m'cock, angel. Y'look s'fuckin' gorgeous gettin' yourself off like that." His words were lazy in his mouth, drawling from his tongue and melting in the space between them.

"D-daddy," she whined, her throat bobbing under his hand, "C-can you touch—?"

She left the rest of her sentence hanging in the air, unable to think through the ending before getting lost in the feeling of him in the deep of her stomach.

"Want me to touch your clit, baby? Play with you a little bit?" His hand was already moving from her neck, towards the dripping wetness of her pussy.

She finally rolled her neck to rest her head on her shoulder, a lost look in her eyes that matched the rest of her fucked-out expression. "Please?"

Harry didn't bother to say anything else, instead running tight circles with his thumb along the bundle of nerves she had so politely asked for him to play with. Slick noises sounded from between her legs, both from the sound of her continuing to bounce atop his cock and the added friction of his finger on her clit.

"F-fuck, angel, can feel y'squeezin' me," he groaned, the blunt of his nails digging into her thigh the same way she unintentionally clenched her walls around his prick.

Instead of answering, (Y/N) fell into Harry's chest. Her face was cuddled against his neck, the curtain of his curls making the moment even more intimate. Calls of his name got stuck in her throat, her sighing breaths taking precedent. But, that didn't stop Harry from his own filthy sentiments spilling from his lips.

"I've got m'own personal angel t'fuck," he drawled, (Y/N) able to imagine the pink flush in his cheeks and the unfocus gaze he held under his lashes. "Feels jus' like heaven, y'know that? M'little dream girl."

(Y/N)'s heart jumped in her chest at the small admittance that fell from his lips. She was his dream girl.

"H-Harder, daddy," she squeaked, wanting to feel closer to him in wake of his honeyed words.

"Harder?" he pressed, already tightening his hand on her hips much like the knot in her stomach. Before (Y/N) could even answer, he was already thrusting into her, meeting the rolls of her hips and the somewhat gentle pace she had set for herself. The sound of their skin slapping together mixed with the slick noises from between her legs.

The harshness of his thrusting and the circles he made on her clit were just enough to bring her to the edge. She felt it build before unravelling at her center and spreading along the rest of her body. She couldn't keep up the steady bouncing she had curated as she rode him, Harry taking over with his hand on her hip as he fucked up into her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face deeper into the tattooed skin of his neck. The remnants of her sticky gloss smeared across his skin, lashes tickling the column of his throat. "H-Harry!" she called, her hands finding the satin of his shirt to hold tightly in her fists.

"'M right here, angel, I've got you," he cooed to her, his own cock twitching in reaction to the desperate call of his name and the feel of her cumming around him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, hugging her to his chest as she came down.

She was impossibly sensitive as Harry slowed to a grind against her, the fabric of her underwear gently rubbing against her swollen clit. The aftershocks of her orgasm set small shocks through her spine, stiffening her posture and squeezing her thighs around his. Though she felt satisfied, she could feel the way Harry's cock throbbed inside her, just on the edge of cumming.

She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself on her shaky knees with her sore thighs stretching. Harry was quick to steady her, even lifting her some. "Need help cleanin' up, darling?" he asked, his gaze unfocused though his mind was only set on her.

"No, no," she shook her head, stopping him before he could pull her fully from his cock, "Wanna make you cum first, please."

She didn't wait for any kind of response before she sunk herself down on his cock again. She curated a sloppy pace as she rode him, definitely not as consistent as before but Harry didn't seem to mind.

He shifted one of his hand to the back of her head, wiggling his fingers against the roots of her hair. He used that gentle grip to pull her face from his neck and to his own where he smeared his lips against her's in a sticky kiss. His brow was furrowed as he felt the beginnings of his orgasm shoot through his body. He mumbled a string of curses and his favorite pet names for her against her lips, each word coming out breathless. (Y/N) could feel his warm cum filling the condom inside of her, her walls fluttering around him from the hypersensitivity of the feeling.

Eventually, Harry settled against the cushion, his lips drawing away from her's as his neck rolled against the back of the couch. His skin was flushed, a shade matching the red of his shirt that had fallen to his sides. He held her as tight as he could with his limp arms, his fingertips brushing lightly against her skin. He came down slowly just as she had, the small aftershocks flittering through his system in minute doses before he was completely spent. The drop of euphoria only made it that much more vital for him to hold her to his chest, trying to feel her heartbeat against his own.

"Ready t'get up or are your thighs still sore?" Harry asked, his voice breathless as he came to his senses now that his head was clear.

"Still sore," she whined, the full of her lips brushing against his skin, "But, I wanna go to your room, its warmer."

A smile spread across his lips at her request. Somehow, while still topless with a pair of fluffy wings on her back and his softening cock in her, she was able to make this moment tender.

"Gonna have t'get up then, m'love," he mused, his hands sliding to her thighs and warming her skin with the heat of his palms. She was right that she was getting cold, a layer of goosebumps covering her skin.

"I know," she grumbled, Harry able to hear the pout in her voice.

Her arms tightened around his neck as he pulled he lifted her from his cock. The fluid movement caused a shiver to go down her spine and a hitch in Harry's breath. He quickly pulled up his pants, tucking his cock back in his boxers and setting the waistband of his trousers back on his hips. Afterwards, he gently cradled (Y/N) to his chest, one hand on her back and the other under her bottom to support her as he stood up. She held tightly to him as he walked them to his room, the sore muscles in her thighs twitching as she clenched them around his waist.

Once in the warmth of Harry's room (though he could argue that his room wasn't any different than the rest of his house, he couldn't dispute the way she visibly relaxed when she was settled in a tuft of his black bedding), he settled her on his bed, (Y/N) hesitantly unraveling her grip on him.

"Be right back," he mumbled to her, pressing a quick kiss to her swollen lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

Harry was quick to discard of the condom before removing his rings and grabbing a wet washcloth and a couple of makeup wipes to clean up the angel sitting on his bed. He made a quick stop in his closet, feeling (Y/N)'s eyes fixed to his back as the still unbuttoned shirt of his 'costume' fluttered behind him.

"Do y'wanna wear pants tonight, darling?" he called to her, picking a pair of underwear from the small section of his closet he carved out for her.

"No, thank you!"

A smile stretched across his cheeks at her response. Always so polite.

Now clad in only a pair of sweatpants with the red satin shirt and a set of underwear for her tucked under his arm, he shut the closet door behind him to find (Y/N) sat with her arms covering her chest still at the edge of the bed where he left her.

"Let's get y'cleaned up okay, angel?" he prompted, crouching in front of her. He dropped each of his things to the nightstand beside him before gently spreading her legs in front of him. She absently nodded her head, gaze fixed on his mussed curls she had been pulling only five minutes prior.

Harry plucked her thong down her legs, the cotton now cold against her skin. With the washcloth, he gently wiped away the leftover wetness from their session in the living room. She jumped slightly as he brushed over her clit, one of her hands falling from her chest and running through his curls. He bit back a smile at the feeling of her absently tracing the curls down his neck, pressing a stay kiss to the inside of her knee.

"Budge up," he mumbled, pulling the fresh pair of pink underwear up her calves. She immediately listened, lifting her hips so Harry could settle the cotton against her core with a tiny pink bow resting in the center. "Better?" he asked, gazing up at her from between her legs.

"Yes, thank you," she smiled, moving her hands to cup his jaw before curling down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Harry only smiled against her kiss.

"Want help gettin' your wings off?" he questioned once he pulled away, standing to his full height in front of her.

"Help, please. I can't reach them that well, Sarah had to help me earlier."

Harry was more than happy to crawl onto the bed behind her, brushing her sparkling hair out of the way to showcase more of the divine set of feathers latched to her back. "Brought a makeup wipe for you, by the way. 'S on the table," he mused, finding the magnet that the strapless wings had attached to taped on her back. He frowned at the idea of her going to these lengths just to dress up for the night, the mechanism surely uncomfortable. He was careful to remove each piece, setting the wings off to the side of them. Now, with her back bare, he found the reddened creases and lines the wings had left on her skin, the imprints most likely sore against her spine. "Darling," he sighed, running his fingers along the red marks, "Why didn't y'tell me those hurt? I wouldn't have made y'keep them on for so long."

"What do you mean?" she questioned, her voice muffled as she ran the damp wipe along her skin.

"You're all covered in marks from your wings," he pouted, dipping his head and pressing butterfly light kisses to the area.

"Oh," she sounded, "That's just cause I wore them for a while, they didn't hurt, H. Don't worry, I'm okay." Her reassurance ended in a soft laugh, easing his heart just the tiniest bit.

"Promise?"

"I promie, Harry." She turned her head over her shoulder, her face now bare from her makeup though small traces of glitter were stamped along her cheeks. She puckered her lips, fluttering her eyes closed as she asked him for a kiss.

Harry was more than happy to comply to her request, pecking a series of small kisses against the full of her lips in an effort to hear her laugh again.

"Kept m'shirt for y'to wear tonight, if y'wanted," Harry offered after achieving a small giggle from her.

"Can I?" she asked, turning around the bed to fully face him. She folded her knees underneath her, sitting between Harry's legs as she finally caught sight of the full of his bare, tattooed torso.

"Course," Harry affirmed, reaching towards the satin fabric he had put off to the side for her. He swung it behind her now wingless back, holding it for her to put her arms through the hole before threading only two of the buttons along the front. Much of her still glittered chest and tummy were left on display, the soft pink of her underwear contrasting against the deep red of the shirt.

"Thank you," she smiled to him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Harry cupped her cheek, keeping her close to him as his eyes flitted affectionately along her features. "Wanna watch a movie, or are y'ready for bed?"

"Bed, please. I don't know how you do it all the time, whenever I'm on top it makes me so tired." A small pout formed on her lips at her confession.

"You're s'cute," he breathed, sparing a kiss to her nose before drawing away from her.

He pulled back the black duvet and the cotton sheets underneath, gesturing for (Y/N) to slide in first. He followed quickly after, tugging her close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her breathing came in small puffs against his chest, something that's become comforting to Harry since knowing her.

"Love you," she whispered in the space between them, pressing an absent kiss against his chest.

He smoothed her hair back before dipping his head and pressing his lips against her hair. "I love you too, (Y/N)."

They fell into silence afterwards, Harry massing his fingers through her hair in soothing pulls. He was sure she had fallen asleep by the time his own eyes slid closed, his hand in her hair slowing.

"Harry?" she mumbled against his skin, pulling him from the limbo state he began to dream in.

"Hm?"

"Was that how you pictured it? With my angel wings and all?"

He breathed a laugh in response, his chest shaking under her's. "Better, m'angel girl. Always better."

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