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“ I only had a drink Y/N, like 4 hours ago. I would rather drive you home, get you into bed and stay there to make sure you don’t choke to death then stick you in one of these cars where I can’t even make sure you get to your door.” Y/N tucks her head in Harry’s neck and breathes in heavily. “ Do I smell nice Moppet?” Y/N pulls her head up. | or Y/N owns a magazine and Harry is on the cover of the June issue

word count: 7k

This story contains mentions of assault, sexual assault, drinking, references to sexual acts, and some angst. If any of this could or would trigger you, I recommend you stay away from this fic.

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*screams in harry*

“Lamb, hush.”

You dropped your head at his dismissal, tears brimming the seam of your closed eyes as he turned yet another page. Harry looked nothing but peaceful and serene sat on his loveseat with ‘Love is a Dog from Hell’ tucked into the crease of his thumb. The view of your boyfriend from where you were currently tied should’ve been endearing, fond. However, all you could see was stubbornness and the stern look in his expression as he followed each line on the page.

In his defense, you had really done it to yourself. You knew what wearing a low cut neckline to a release party would’ve captured the attention of every man and woman in the room. Since the two of you had arrived in separate cars due to him being late, he was thrown off by the sight of his angel being surrounded by a handful of people flirting with his little love. And Harry, your sweet and loving boyfriend, was absolutely furious.

“Darlin’. Come w’me for a sec?”

“But Harry, I’m not d-“

“Now.”

You took his hand and let him lead you to the back corner of the building, looking down at your feet like a puppy being scolded for the first time. Harry stopped when you reached the wall, pulling you to face him and out of the public eye.

“D’ya know how many people w’fucking yeh with their eyes back there? Wishing they could have their way w’yeh? Right in front of me?” Harry said lowly, his eyes dark with lust and anger. “Y’knew you’d get all this attention, didn’t yeh? Make everyone in the room want to touch you. Right in front of Daddy.”

“I just wanted to make you want to touch me and pay more attention to me!” You interrupted, your lips swollen from nervously biting on them. “I didn’t mean to upset you, daddy.”

Wordlessly, Harry took your hand and led you over to where the valet took his key from him, waiting for the car to be pulled around. In the moment of silence as the chill of the night sent shivers through both of your bodies, you could see your boyfriend deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. His black Range Rover screeched to a halt in front of you both, opening your mouth to ask what was on his mind, but being silenced by his own words.

“Y’wanted attention so badly from Daddy, yeah? But you were such a bad girl tonight. You don’t deserve daddy’s attention.”

And that’s how you ended up whimpering with your wrists tied to the rails of the stairs and a vibrator on the highest setting secured right against your clit in your panties. Moans, mewls, and mumbled gibberish left your slick lips from overstimulation, tears streaming from your eyes at the feeling.

“Don’t make me get up, sugar. Daddy won’t be happy.”

You couldn’t stop your mewls and cries after the third time you had cum, your knees threatening to buckle as you neared your fifth orgasm. It all felt so good, being so exposed with the rope tugging against your wrists and with such intense vibrations running through your body. But you needed Harry on you.

“Daddy, please! I’ll be a good girl, I jus- just need you to touch me, please. Please look at me, please!”

With a slap of the bookends slamming together, Harry set down the novel on his side table and started his slow prowl over to where you stood. In the low-lit glow of the House, you could see the dangerous glint of list in his emerald stare, the flex of his jaw every clench of his teeth. He looked like a predator and you were the sacrificial lamb laid before him.

“Daddy told yeh that if he had to get up, he’d be angry. And where’s daddy?”

“U-Up.”

“Exactly. So what is daddy?”

“An-Angry.”

“For such a disobedient little girl, y’listen so well.”

Harry quickly took the end of the vibrator sticking out of your underwear in his tight fist, increasing the pressure of the wand against your heat. Smiling at your scream of pleasure, the brunette man affectionately tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you writhed in your restraints.

“I don’t understand, dove! Isn’t this what y’wanted? For y’daddy to give yeh attention and to touch yeh?”

You tugged against the rope with a loud cry, the knot in your lower stomach getting tighter and tighter. Harry lowered his face an inch away from yours, pressing his forehead against yours as he sped up moving the vibrator side to side against your sensitive sex.

“Y’going cum for me now. And y’going t’keep cummin’ for me all night long until y’learned a lesson. Being so greedy for Daddy’s attention, making everyone gawk at my sweet little angel all night. You. Are. Mine.”

He emphasized his three last words with deep grinds of the wand against your clit, causing you to completely fumble into your sixth orgasm. You could only hear your heartbeat in your ears, your body trying to tuck in on itself while Harry pressed fond kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. It felt like an hour had passed before you came back down, heaving as if you had ran a fifteen mile marathon. You loosened your body and motioned up to your wrists for your boyfriend to untie you, the man only smirking at your request.

“Who said your punishment was done? I still have two chapters left, sweetheart.”

As he walked away, the wand still buzzing between your legs, only one thought case to mind.

It was supposed to be a calm, quiet night in with Harry, cook at home together, watch a couple movies, cuddle. It would be one of the rare occasions that both of you were free and not dead exhausted on the same night, so you jumped at the chance to have some alone time.

But so far the mood of the evening had been less than the cute and fluffy date night scene that you had envisioned when you’d made the plans with him early this morning; it was only a few months into your relationship and although you’d found yourself lost in his kisses several times you hadn’t taken that final step yet. Harry was a jokester, and very cheeky at times but he was also very much a gentleman, and never overstepped his boundaries or pushed for things to progress more quickly, something you were unused to but incredibly grateful for. And yet there was something between you two tonight that you hadn’t been expecting, an electricity that crackled every time his hand brushed against you. More than a few times so far you’ve looked up and caught him gazing at you with something in his eyes you can’t place, licking or playing with his bottom lip, and when you finally asked what he was looking at, he’d brushed it off and changed the subject, but it was obvious to you then. He felt it too.

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A/N: ITS BEEN OVER A FUCKING MONTH SINCE I LAST POSTEDDDD…but I’m backkkk🤪🥳😙😌it’s not the fic i originally planned on doing for my next piece, but since I’m currently in the middle of everything in my life rn, and this plot doesn’t have to be extremely thought out, i figured i’d do a hot lil fic for y’all. Enjoyy girliess…i hope it doesn’t suckk🙃

🥺🥺 mmhmm yes.

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“Look at you.” He chuckles and dives into their bed, lying on his side so her anchors his head with his hand and can look at her.

“What?” She smiles, michevious, joining him in bed as she sits close to his feet.

“You’ve missed me, haven’t you? You’ve missed me so much.”

She flares her nose, shaking her head. “Not as much as you’re thinking.” Stretching her arms in the air, she tries to brush off the lie she told.

He snorts, then gives a smirk. “Why lie to me? Have you seen yourself? You’ve been sticking to my side since i got back.”

She laughs, caught in her act. “I don’t know how to act. You went away for a while, we stayed in touch, and now you’re here, right in front of me and-and I don’t know what to do...”

He pats the space beside him. “C’mere.”

She bites her lips and gives him a look before sliding down to be beside him, her back touching his front.

He lets her snuggle her head against his bicep, and with his other hand pulls her lower back to him. She flinches, feeling his raw muscle poking underneath his sweats.

“Just tell me you missed me; just how much you missed me, princess.” He slides his nose along the side of her face, breathing down to her neck. “That’s all you gotta do.”

“Hmm.” She moans, hand going back to reach down to touch him but he is quick to grab that hand and hold it to her stomach.

“Say it, say it, baby.”

“I missed you.” She mewls as his fingers begin to slowly brush past her t-shirt to her skin. “I missed you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah, good girl.”

His fingers find the knot of her shorts and slowly untie them. No sooner do they hurry to pull them down her legs and she kicks it off with her feet.

“Slow, princess, slow. I’m here, we’ve got all the time in this world.” He says in a low voice, nibbling her ear.

“Yes.” She breathes hard. Her despeartion is so palpable, but she hardly shows any shame. She has missed him and there is no lie anymore to that.

“Fuck.” They curse together as Harry slowly begins to move his hips against her behind.

His hand guides hers down and under her panty and she gasps, feeling the coolness of their skin. He cups her hand and molds her fingers with his in a curve to fit the shape of her mound. He lets her fingers find their way and slowly pulls his hand out.

“Have you touched yourself while I was away?”

She groans, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks.

He grins, capturing her lips in his.

“How was it?”

“Not as how you do it.” She says against his lips.

He kisses her harder this time. “Then you should learn to-“

“No.” She pulls her hand out to find his. “Please. You do it. Please, you touch me.”

He cups her chin in his hand and kisses her deeply. She feels him slowly take his hand down and pull her panties away and the excitement of it all makes her gasp in their kiss.

He graciously slips his hand between her legs and automatically they spread, sprawling on the back on his thigh. His fingers find their way, circling the heated core till they are painted in her wetness and then slowly his lets his fingers be devoured in the moist skin.

“Yes, oh, yes. Just like that.” She moans to his touch.

She haphahazardly moves her hand behind and in between them, slipping it into his sweatpants. Her resolute grip on his cock makes him erupt in a loud grunt.

“Fuck.” He curses against her ear.

Her hands begin moving up and down his length, distracting and pleasuring him together. His fingers begin pumping in and out of her faster as the friction between the two becomes unmatchable.

Finally, feeling absolutely on the edge, Harry pulls his hands away and hurries to pull down his sweats and frees his cook to swat against her behind. She squeals when he grabs her thigh to separate her legs and fills her up in one push to the core.

She slips higher on the bed as the effect hits her in all the right places.

“Yes, yes.”

Harry brings her down and locks her by binding his arms around her waist and positions himself in her warmly.

“Yes,” she breathes heavily. “Just stay right there. Don’t move, don’t move...”

“Yeah, feels good, baby, feels good.” He feels up to her breast, cupping it in a tight squeeze and breathes hard against her hair.

“I’ve missed you, god, i’ve missed you inside me.” She catches her breath.

He chuckles against her hair, propping his head against her shoulder now and kisses her jaw.

“Yes, I’ll stay, I’ll stay. I’ve missed you too.”

She pulls him closer by pushing his hips into her even more and nods, chuckling.

I think this has been in my inbox for some time now IM SORRY I’ll write it now!

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Okay but how about just being obsesses with your tits like always commenting on the perfect shape of them, grabbing them out of the blue even in a greeting and oh phew during seexxx

So he’d come back from a jog in the morning and you’re in the morning churning some green smoothie in the kitchen and he comes up behind you. He knows you haven’t put on your bra yet and so he gets to wiggle his hands under your shirt and grab you from behind, having you jump up in the air.

“Good morning to my girls.” He’d say as you turn around, kissing your lips and then kissing the top of your breasts before going about his way and you are just so used to this now that you don’t even react anymore.

You two would be lounging in the balcony on the sofa, listenig to some soft music and with books in your hand. You are so into that one chapter and suddenly you’ll feel him nudging your arms up and he snake his way into your lap.

But its not your lap actually, he is directly aiming to snuggle his face in between your breasts and he just continues to cuddle against it, brushing his nose and breathing out over the the cotton shirt over yours. This is before you finally put the book down and wind your fingers in his hair and you talk about various things while he occasionally kissed your breasts and sneaks peek through the top of your top. Of course that earns him a smack but he loves to be this way with you.

And oh when you dress up good, in the low cut dress with the special push up bra of yours and he is cannot take his eyes off of you.

But if he loves to see you that way, he is also super possessive of his girl(s). The entire party he would go about with you, throwing looks at people who even try look at all beneath your face and constantly him himself gawking at them at any given opportunity.

“You need to be subtle, you know.” You’d scold him.

“I will not even try to be.” He would wink back.

Aaaand during sex:

He would be the first one to get your top off and with skill get the strap of your bra off the very instant.

He loves the raw feel of your naked chest on his and just as much as he loves to go down on you, he loves to take his time on your breasts too.

He kiss over the top of your breasts and then slowly taking his time over each one, he nibbles, sucks and kisses open mouthes on them. His favourite is when he gets to mark you over the breasts, his dark, purple bruises giving him a sense of pride and satisfaction that he gets to do this and you bloody hell enjoy it.

When you would ride him, he loves to lay back and watch the bounce of your breasts and he’d in a snap get up, clutching them in his huge hands and palming them all the way till you both are breathless and entirely done.

And ofcourse, dwelling and lying on the soft skin of yours after sex and you just carrassing him delicately is his favourite thing to do.

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Gahhh ive done it!

(okay okay you left this wide open for me to write about Harry titty fucking you and I just had no choice at all in the matter my God I’m so sorry I’m gonna be on life support by the end of this)

If there were ever a quintessential ‘boob guy’, Harry would be it. You didn’t expect him to be almost literally obsessed with your breasts when you first started dating him, sure he glanced at your cleavage a couple of times when he thought you weren’t looking but was otherwise a gentleman about keeping his hands and eyes on appropriate places. Once your relationship with him progressed into sexual territory, you noticed it.

You would be cuddling with him on the couch and suddenly, there his hand would be, cupping your breast. You’d lie down to go to sleep, smiling contentedly when Harry fit his long body up against your back to spoon you, and then you’d feel him curling his hand around one of your breasts almost possessively and holding it there as he drifted to sleep. Standing in front of the sink draining pasta water and out of nowhere he’s come up behind you for a boob squeeze with both hands. In movie theatres, at restaurants, in the backs of cars, Harry doesn’t even try to pretend that he didn’t put his arm around your shoulders for convenient access to your chest, and if you happen to wear a low cut top and/or a push up bra around him you know there’s a chance you might actually have to make him sit on his hands while you wonder if you accidentally started dating a 16 year old boy.

397- "I just wanna fuck you, no strings attached."

Summary: Harry and Y/n have been friends for a long time, always flirting with each other, until one day during the summer they decide to take things to the next level.

Warning: sex in a public place (river).

word count: 3.3K

Plenty of people had told her not to get involved with friends, which would only cause trouble and create uneasiness between the friend group. She agreed with that, she really did, but something about watching Harry swimming only wearing his boxers made her feel wetness in between her legs and warmth on her cheeks.

The friend group had decided to enjoy their last summer as university students by camping together in a forest. Y/n wasn’t very excited at first, spending a whole week in between the woods wasn’t her ideal summer, but after Sarah practically begged her to go, she gave in and packed her bags.

They got by the camping on a Friday night, Y/n greeted everybody with a kiss on the cheek, however, when she was met by the green eyes she hadn't seen for over a month her breathing stopped.

may be the last teaser hand in hand with this and the part 2, this. stay tuned. 

“Sit with me a mo’,” Harry invites. Splays his legs in overture.

There’s an episode of the Handmaid’s Tale on the television. It’s one they watched last weekend. Probably for a reason.

“Like, between?” she chews on her bottom lip. He trails a palm over a jean clad thigh.

“No,” his legs clasp together like an afterthought, “Take your sweats off. Panties, too.”

Y/N blinks, a pink flush spilling over her cheeks. Dips her fingertips below her waist band.

“Keep your shirt on,” Harry adds, almost absent-mindedly. His eyes stay on the TV as she shimmies out of the attire in bemusement. He pats his lap, “Now sit. Put your legs on either side of mine.”

She edges toward him, reaching behind as she situates. Steadies herself with a grasp on the back of the couch. Outside, there’s siren that wails, loud in the silence. He broadens his legs, forcing hers apart. And Y/N stifles a gasp when his palms come up to fondle her breasts.

“What are you doing?”

“Quiet now. Daddy’s watching,” Harry scolds before he fingers the hem of her tee and flips it up to expose her chest. Tugs at her nipples.

“Fuck,” Y/N hums, a heat rushing to her pussy. She squeals when a harsh pinch is delivered.

“Did I not tell you to be quiet? Do I have to gag you?”

She can vaguely hear Serena Joy screaming something at Offred through the speaker.

“Sorry,” she hisses, hips shifting when he rolls the little pebbles between his fingertips, “Do it…harder.”

She can make out the smug twitch of his lips in her peripherals before the caress becomes more earnest, nails denting crescents into her flesh.

“Touch me, please,” she begs. There’s something about having herself so exposed to the air, spread open by him. Christ. It’s as if her lower body’s been dipped into a sex cauldron.

“I am touching you,” he huffs in mirth. Presses his lips against her neck.

“No, touch my…”

“I think I’ll play with your nipples for an episode,” He ruminates aloud, “Then, maybe I’ll pull the recliner out. have you straddle my lap so your little pussy’s in front of me. Just spread it open with my fingers. Take a look to make sure everything’s okay down there.”

She can practically hear the teasing leer at the latter statement, “My little girl’s been so horny lately. Wanna make sure nothing’s off.”

She lets out a high whine that results in the nails digging harder. Incessantly squeezing. Unforgiving and insatiable. The pressure’s like a chase, and she’s riding the edge for it.

“Please. Do it to my…my clit.”

“Your clit? Maybe next episode. Maybe then I’ll pinch your clit a little, or run my thumb over it real light when a commercial comes on,” Harry describes, hushed, mouthing at the shell of her ear hotly, “Do that ‘til you’re begging me to go just a little longer, just a little faster, just enough for you to cum. I’ll say no. Slow down even more. Or maybe I’ll just keep playing with your nipples next episode, too.”

The illustration of his plans leave her breathless.

“What do you think? Maybe I’ll alternate, focus on your nipples during the next episode and give you featherlight touches during commercials. Your nipples would get so sore. How many minutes is that?” There’s a pause, Offred shouts something back. He pinches harder. “An hour and a half, at least. This one’s just started. You’d be begging to cum and for me to stop playing with them. Or maybe my dirty little girl would get off on the pain. You’d want me to push you to the brink of tears before you cum all over my hand.”

She cranes her neck back, paints the back of her eyelids with fireworks of rapture. Smothers a moan with her lips. One hand stops, slinks around to cup her face in hungry aggression.

She was giddy and oblivious, judging by the clatter after she peeled the heels off her feet and shucked them at the doorway. Dropped her keys. Picked them up. Dropped them again. Swore something soft and subdued before thundering up the stairs clumsily, inebriated chortle cut short when she stubbed her toe on the final step.

“You’re so drunk,” he murmurs now, wiping the makeup off her face. She hums, leaning into him.

“I’m so drunk,” Y/N concurs.

She’d lurched through the threshold, hanging off the doorway with a nearly limp grip before swinging herself onto the floor.

“Hiiii, baby,” she’d slurred from the carpet, coquettish and vivid.

He’d stood over her for a moment, irises seeping with frustrated intent and brows kinked.

“Hello to you, too, party girl.”

“I’m just little tipsy bit,” she’d grinned up at him, gaze half lidded and far from virtuous.

“Jog my memory, will you?” He starts, ignoring her melodramatic yelp when the hairbrush he’s taken to her hair catches in a tangle, “What did I tell you before you left?”

She’s bent over the counter, backside pressed to his groin, but the mood is anything but sensual. He works around her frame, detangling, sighing and adjusting his grip every time she provides a pained hiss. The man huffs when she reaches for her phone, prying it away from her and receiving a frustrated whine in return. Sets it on top of the medicine cabinet.

“I told you not to drink too much,” he supplies, carding his fingers through her roots and taming the tendrils back with an elastic. Coaxes her up, “and I think you know there’s a pretty good reason for that- put your arms up - and you’re going to be fairly frustrated in the morning.”

He clenches his jaw, already feeling an irate headache teeming in his temples when she lets her arms go limp with the dress halfway over her head.

He tells her, voice scarily calm and collected, “I said to pick them up.”

She huffs, revealing an unsuited frown when he leaves her bare, “Why are you being so snappy?”

She pads after him out of the bathroom, sprawling herself on the bed as he chucks the dress into the hamper by the door. Presses her tits together while his back is turned. She watches him through dilated pupils, relishing in the way the muscles of his toned back move.

“I think you’ll understand why tomorrow morning, pet. Actually, you’ll understand in about six hours when your alarm goes off.”

He rummages through their dresser, pulling out some plain, oversized sleep shirt and turns to toss it in her direction. Blinks at her figure. Clenches his fist over the fabric.

“I’m horny, H,” Y/N expresses through a coy croon. Slips hungry fingers between her legs. “Come help me?”

Harry stalls for a moment, and then flings the shirt at her with an underhand. She’s wearing pink underwear with little lemons all over them, and the contrast of the innocent design against her state makes him nearly scoff. His head pulses with various scenarios, all entailing tears running across her cheeks as he climaxes. He doesn’t entertain her.

“Put it on and get under the covers,” he orders instead, gaze hard, “and I’m not going to tell you again.”

In lieu, his response spurs her on. She exhales, fingers working fervent at her core, staring back with a devious glint.

“No.”

lesson

pairing: harry styles x reader

warnings: smut, masterbation, daddy mentions, heavy degradation and humiliation (lots of sluts and whores) but also some good girls !! teasing (so much teasing), orgasm denial/edging, choking, bondage, cum play (so also unprotected sex), pussy play (including spanks and cock thumping), pillow humping (for like a second), spitting, panty fucking, harry has a very dirty mind, please, only 18+ !!

word count: 6.4k

synopsis: he only has one rule, and she still can’t seem to follow it (or in which harry teaches y/n a lesson)

author’s note: hello! this took a little longer than i expected, so thank you for being patient with me! this is absolute, pure, unadulterated filth (absolutely no fluffiness about this—be proud for me) please, note the warnings and don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with anything mentioned above (that’s why i put them there :)) xx

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Y/N’s heart races in her ears as she scrubs at her hands, foamy soap slipping down her wrists in her haste. Harry calls for her downstairs, the front door slamming shut, shaking the house. She can’t find her voice just yet, traces of a stolen orgasm lingering in her tired body. The sheets are crumpled from her quick highs, and her legs are weak. She feels giddy, despite the odd numbness that seeps into her bones. She finally feels fulfilled after a long day of insatiable throbbing between her legs.

Clad in a simple tee and underwear, she steps out of their bathroom when he finally gets up to their bedroom. She dries her hands off, eucalyptus, mint, and other artificial scents lingering. She’s still catching her breath.

“Hey, babe,” she smiles, just like she does every time he gets back home, but there’s something behind it that’s unfamiliar, a devilish hint.

It’s her eyes that give her away.

They’ve been together long enough for him to know what she looks like after she comes, her shaky legs, dopey smile, and glazed over eyes. The mischievous glint is different, however.

“How was your—”

“How many times?”

“What?” She tilts her head to the side, brows furrowed innocently. It angers him; it actually makes his chest tight, and he has to bite his cheek to keep from snapping. She has the nerve to act as if nothing is wrong. Lip tucked between teeth, she steps forward, hands splayed in front of her. An unfamiliar feeling bubbles in his stomach. Not quite possessiveness but certainly close, this feeling is akin to lust and indignation, and it melts into a pool of gluttonous desire.

Normally, he takes a step back to collect his thoughts when he’s this emotionally invested, but it’s difficult when she looks so tempting, so divine, so satisfied. Fresh faced with a cheeky grin, she beckons him, imploring him to punish her, challenging him to ruin her.

He stalks forward, their gazes never faltering, until she falls onto the bed, still looking at him innocently.

“How many times did you make yourself come?”

“You’re my little plaything, aren’t you? Useless for anything but being a hole for me.”

“Like being used, don’t you? Tell me you like it. Say, ‘daddy, I’m just a hole for you to use.’”

“Look at you stretched out and trembling. So pathetic.”

“Take it. Take all of it. I don’t care if you cry. Keep crying.”

“Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bouncing. Show me what a little whore you are for my cock.”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat, then I’m going to treat you like one.”

“You keep acting like a brat, I’ll take you over my knee right here, and I don’t care who’s watching.”

“Should I put you on a leash? So everyone knows who you belong to?”

“Aw, are you crying? Poor thing just needed daddy to raw her good, hm?”

summary: you’re harry’s sons therapist, and he isn’t the only one you end up helping.

word count: hi! it has been a long while since I’ve posted on here so I hope you enjoy this 8.6k piece of pure fluff and smut!

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As a child, Harry had never been given many opportunities to freely express himself. He grew up in a rural area where the sheep overruled the people and the only extra-circular activity available was playing football at the park with his friends that weren’t truly his friends. He was only a mere teenager when he decided that whenever he had kids, he would give them as many opportunities as possible. 

He tried in school, don’t discourage him about that, but it didn’t work out as planned. That’s how he ended up working within the company he did. He started from the bottom, working 9 to 5 within a cubicle everyday until he had worked up to become chief editor. He had his own office, with his name written on a plaque upon the door and his photos sat upon the desk. It made day to day that little bit more enjoyable.

“Finishing early today, Mr. Styles?” Genevieve asked, watching as he closes his door behind him. 

“Yes, I am.” He smiles politely, “It’s been in the calendar for weeks.” 

“I’ve noticed.” He knew she hadn’t. Genevieve was okay at her job, he supposed. She was an apprentice the company had hired straight out of university and of course he didn’t mind that she was still finding her feet, “Enjoy your evening, Mr. Styles.” 

“You too, Genevieve.” He nods his head at the girl and walks towards the exit. 

At the ripe age of twenty-eight, Harry knew that he still had his entire life ahead of him but at the same time he was pretty content. He had his job, his small town house and more importantly his son, Theo. He hadn’t expected his girlfriend of a couple of months to get pregnant but in his mind he knew what had happened and that it was something that the two of them had to take responsibility for, but she didn’t think the same thing. Harry had loved her, and he had hoped that she had loved him and their son as much as he did but it just wasn’t meant to be. He had suspected that she was going to leave, he just hadn’t expected it to be in the middle of the night whilst their son was a month old and still nursing. 

It was the following morning that Harry knew that he was going try his damned hardest to be the best Father possible for his son, try to give him the world and everything good that came along with it. 

“Harry!” Mrs. Walters, the woman who lives next door exclaims as she throws the door open, “Please come in.” 

“Hi Mrs. Walters.” He smiles, following the elderly woman into the living room, “Has he been good today?” 

“We had a little disagreement at nap time but apart from that he’s been perfect!” 

“I’m glad to hear it. He’s never been the biggest fan of naps.” 

Just seeing Theo’s little face light up as he walked into the room was enough reason to keep his heart beating for centuries. Theo was the absolute double of Harry, and he could even see it himself. Even at three years old he had his father’s green eyes and curly brown hair and it was another thing that caused his love for his little man to grown everyday.

“Dada!” He toddled over to his father, only just starting to feel confident upon his feet, and wrapped his arms around Harry’s legs, his chunky cheeks pressed against his shin. 

“Hi bubba.” He picks his son up and rests him upon his hip, “Did you have a nice day with Mrs. West?” 

Theo nods and drops his head down upon Harry’s shoulder with a light sigh of content.

“He’s been amazing, Harry, don’t worry.” The older woman drops her head to Harry’s free shoulder, “I’ll see you two tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow, Mrs. West.” 

Theo’s little hand rests comfortably within Harry’s as they walk through the door of community centre, his little feet tapping upon the wood in his trainers. 

“Harry! Theo!” You exclaim, walking over to the two of them with a large smile across your face, “I’m so glad you could make it this week!” 

“Yeah. Sorry about last week, I couldn’t get out of work on time and then once I did he wasn’t in the best of moods.” 

“Don’t worry about it! It’s totally fine, we understand that you can’t make every week.” 

Harry nods his head. 

“Anyway.” You have a nice smile and it was probably the first thing that Harry noticed about you when you met, “We’re just about to get started.” 

Harry sits down, crossing his legs as he does so. Theo drops down upon his father’s lap straight afterwards, his face pressed into the material of Harry’s crisp white dress shirt. Harry’s eyes bounce to look over the other children, the ones who acted similarly too Theo when they first joined. They all either sat in their parents laps comfortably or on the floor now, not one with a flicker of anxiousness across their features.

Theo and Harry have attended three of these sessions to help with confidence, and Theo had only just started to leave his shell in the last twenty minutes of the last session they went to and now it felt as though Harry had messed everything up again. He felt as though they were back to square one.

Then he feels a hand upon his shoulder. 

“Its okay.” You smile, squeezing gently, “He’ll be okay, don’t worry.” 

He will be, Harry knows that. 

Another week had passed and Harry was yet again sat in a circle in the children’s room of the community centre with Theo sat upon his lap. Harry felt a little more at ease this week, since his little boy sat forward with a small, very small smile on his lips as he looked at… you? You hadn’t been there to greet them like you were last week, and he certainly hadn’t had the chance to say hello yet. It had been a warm-ish day today and Harry concluded that was probably why you were wearing a cute yellow sundress with small white flowers on it, something he had never seen you in before. You still wore your smile, Harry had noticed. 

“Today.” You always overplayed your facial features to interest the children, “We are all going to write a story together.” 

Theo’s little eyes widened in excitement. 

“You like that idea, bub?” Harry whispered. Theo nodded. 

“So I’ll start.” You touch your chest, “Then we’ll pass to Edith’s mummy and then Edith and we’ll continue that way around the circle!” 

Harry and Theo would be third, which wasn’t too bad. He just hoped that Theo would get involved, he loved stories enough to have a mind spiralling with ideas. 

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a princess…” You start, smiling to the person next within the circle. 

“…in a big castle with a swimming pool!” 

“She has dog!” 

“…called muffin who she loves to play with in the…” 

“Park!” 

“Then.” Harry started, leaning so that he was speaking to Theo as well as the rest of the group, “One day, something magical appeared in front of her…”

“Dinosaur!” 

Harry beams and whispers, “Well done Theo!”

The story finishes with the princess riding the dinosaur along a rainbow, courtesy of the little girl called Tara who finishes the circle. Normally the children disperse the last twenty minutes or so to play amongst themselves whilst the adults talk about what type of week they’ve had. They were doing just that, but today, Harry’s heart stopped at the sight of his little boy sat with little Tara drawing at the tiny desk when usually he just does that on his own. 

Harry had honestly never thought that he would be going to group behavioural therapy for his three year old son, but, he promised he would do anything for his little boy.

“Hi everyone.” They were now sat around a table, one fit for adults, whilst a few of your colleagues watched the children, “I’m excited to hear how all your weeks have been!”

Tara’s mum starts, explaining that this week the nursery had phoned up to explain that she hadn’t spoken to anyone at lunchtime but there had been the odd time where she’d had a small conversation with a couple of classmates. 

Harry listens to a few others. How Ryan had bit a kid at school the other day, how Delilah refused to say anything for a couple of days that week. Harry had never experienced Theo biting or injuring other kids but he had experienced him shutting down and not speaking to anyone. 

“Harry.” You smile, “How has little Theo been this week?” 

“He’s, uh, been okay I suppose.” He runs his finger across his bottom lip, “Nothing out of the ordinary. Had an odd hour or so yesterday.” 

“Has he made any friends at nursery, yet?” 

“No. I don’t think so. I’m trying to get him in everyday but it’s proving to be difficult.” 

You smile, “He’ll get there Harry. It might take him a bit longer than normal but he will get there.” 

After listening to the other parents, the meeting for that week finishes. Harry waits for Theo to finish his drawing before helping him into his coat. Your words pondered through his mind — he certainly hoped that Theo would get better but it was a walk, not a sprint. 

“Hi Theo.” You beam as you walk towards the two, “Can I see your drawing?” 

After a few moments of contemplation, he passes the drawing to you.

“Wow! It’s beautiful! Can you draw me one whilst I talk to your Daddy?” 

Theo listens to your request and starts on the drawing straight away, picking up colour after colour whilst Harry looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

“I just wanted to have a quick word, nothing bad, I promise.” 

Harry nods. 

“Theo is making excellent progress in the program and I’m sure you’ve seen the results for yourself but as you know he is going a little slower than the rest of the kids.” 

“If this is because we missed one then it’s completely my fault—”

“It’s not! Don’t think that, it’s not!” You’re quick to say, “I was thinking the other day of ways to help and I remembered that my friend runs a group at the weekend for children that are struggling to cope with the loss of a parent.” 

“But I thought he was too young to be affected by that?” 

“I thought so too but I did some more research and even though he was very, very young when his mother left, it could still be affecting him.” You swallow and tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, “He will have noticed that he doesn’t have two parents and that could be the stem of all of the problems.” 

Of course this had run through Harry’s mind a few time but he always brushed it off because he was so young when it happened. The fact that woman might be the reason his son was so quiet and not himself all of the time caused his stomach to flip. He hadn’t seen her since that night but she was still affecting him day upon day and he hated it. 

“When is this group?” 

“Oh!” You exclaim, happy that he hadn’t just shut the idea down, “It’s on Saturday at ten whilst twelve but you can come and go as you please.” 

“Will you be there?” Why had he just asked that? He probably sounded like such a weirdo. 

“I will.” You smiled, “Just for you.” 

Harry certainly hadn’t expected to spend his Saturday morning sat at upon a bench outside the community centre watching Theo play with other kids. He was surprised how easily Theo had left his shell around all of these kids but he supposed they all had something in common, that they were raised by only one parent. 

Another thing he hadn’t expected was to be sat sharing the said bench with you, but he wasn’t complaining. 

“Black coffee.” You smile, holding out the cup for him to take. 

“Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem.” You take a sip of your own cup of tea, “He seems to be doing well.” 

“I’m really surprised. The last time I saw him gel to someone so quickly was when he met our neighbour, Mrs. West.” 

You smile, “It’s good. You’ll be able to figure out which group works the best for you both.” 

“Will you be here every week?” 

Is he flirting? You certainly weren’t complaining, anyone with eyes could see that Harry is a very handsome man but never in a million years did you think that he would be flirting with you. Maybe he wasn’t even flirting and you were just letting your imagination run a little too wild. 

“I—”

“I’m sorry.” He’s quick to say, “What I meant is that he’s comfortable around you, and I would hate for him to loose that sort of comfort.”

“I completely understand.” You nod. So he wasn’t flirting with you. There was a part of you that was sort of disappointed and wished that he had been flirting with you, “Well he seems to be enjoying himself here so how about we slowly introduce him to just coming here. I’ll come for the first couple of weeks so that he’s comfortable.” 

“Thank you. I haven’t said that enough but I honestly can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing for my son.” 

“It’s my job, Harry. I do this for a reason.” 

“But you didn’t have to do this. Spend your Saturday morning sat on a bench with me to make sure that Theo is okay. You didn’t have to do this.” 

“But I am. I’m doing it because I care about that little boy and I want him to get better. And you’re certainly not bad company.”

Harry smiles and looks away. It probably makes it more obvious that his cheeks are flushing at her words. You have always made Harry nervous, even from the first meeting when he asked whether you could help his son. Was it wrong? Probably. Did he care? No, as far as he knew this crush was harmless and it wasn’t as though it was reciprocated he supposed. 

“I know I’m not as exciting at Theo but I do try.” 

“I can tell.” You smile, “Was he okay at nursery yesterday?” 

“The same I think. Nursery didn’t say anything when I picked him up and they usually do if something happened. Good or bad.” 

“That’s good. Some will just ignore the problem. I’ve helped a few parents who have struggled with that.” 

“I’m lucky.” He nodded, “We’re lucky.” 

“How are you?” 

“I’m fine. Theo’s getting better, that’s the most important thing.” 

You sigh, “Not Theo. How are you?” 

“I’m getting there. I’m taking each day as it comes, I suppose.” 

“Do you have people that you talk to?” You ask before immediately trying to retract your question, “I understand if you don’t want to tell me. I can be nosey sometimes.” 

“No. It’s fine.” He coughs to clear his voice, his eyes watching as Theo sits in the sand pit with a bucket and spade, “I talk to my mum and sister if there’s anything really wrong.” 

“Nobody else?” You’re daring, and your eyebrow raises in nervousness. 

“I’m single if that’s what you’re asking.” He chuckles. 

Your eyes bug, “Well I—”

“Its okay, YN.” He laughs now, his dimples deepening, “Are you single?” 

“I am.” You smile, “I’m glad you have someone to talk to that isn’t your three year old son. It’s important.” 

“I know. I kept a lot of it to myself at the start and just tried to be the best that I could be for Theo but it hit a point where I needed help, and I knew I did.” 

“It’s commendable that you did that. Too many single parents try to do it on their own and it just doesn’t work. It not only causes them to fizzle out but it causes strain on the kids.” 

“Have you got children?”

“No.” Your lips curl, “I just enjoy working with them — to a degree obviously.” 

A chuckle passes. It’s at this point that Harry realises that this is the first conversation you have had with him that passes the point of being somewhat professional. You’re dipping your toes in the idea of the conversation being about getting to know each other rather than being about Theo or any information about the group. 

“I can’t imagine.” 

“You never know what the days going to hold when you walk through the door. They say to never work with children and animals.” You laugh, “Where you do you work?” 

“I work at a publishing company. I’m the chief editor. It’s not the best but it pays the bills.” 

“It sounds very interesting.” 

“It isn’t. The amount of articles about interior design I read on a weekly basis is sort of absurd.” 

“Interior design?” 

“I work for an interior design magazine. I probably should’ve explained that first.” 

You giggle, “I bet your house is immaculately decorated.” 

“To a degree.” He chuckles, “Living with a three year old sort of means you’re house always looks like a bomb has hit it.” 

“I can imagine.” 

“I wouldn’t change it for anything. Yeah it is a mess but it isn’t too bad and he’s leaning that he won’t get treats if he doesn’t clean up after himself.”

“Nice. I’m sure that works a treat.” 

“It does.” He laughs, “Literally.”

“He’s a good kid, Harry. You can tell. He’ll be perfectly fine.”

You keep saying that. 

Harry received a message the following Wednesday around lunch time that he hadn’t expected. He was just about to tuck into the salad he had pre-made this morning fort lunch when his phone lit up on the desk. A small message box covers up his wallpaper which was a photo of Theo in the bath, bubbles on his head in a cone shape and upon his chin like a beard. 

Hi Harry, Its YN. I promise I’m not weird I just got your number of the system to send this. I’m just letting you know that tonight’s group is cancelled, I’m bunged up with a cold and would hate to pass it onto any of the kiddies :) Hope you are well.

Hi YN. I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon. See you next week. H. 

Harry couldn’t hide that he was a little disappointed. He was starting to enjoy going to the centre every week. He could say that it was because his son was slowly coming out of his shell, and that was part of it, but ever since your conversation he had that one weekend he enjoyed the few words you spoke to each other. 

If he was more confident in the way you felt about him, he probably would’ve messaged to ask if you needed anything bringing but he thought that it would’ve been a little bit odd. Hopefully in the future it wouldn’t be as odd. 

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“You can’t eat your chips yet, buddy, they’re too hot.” Harry explains, picking a couple of the chips from Theo’s plate and blowing on them. The young boy sat and watched his father, waiting for his chips before chewing them happily. 

“Oh! Harry!” 

You’re stood with a drink in your hand, jeans and a floral blouse hanging loosely upon your figure. You looked cute and cuddly, something that Harry had missed seeing over the past week or so. 

“Hi YN.” He smiles, wiping his mouth with his napkin momentarily, “How are you feeling?” 

“Much better, thank you very much.” You smile. 

“Would you like to sit?” He asks, motioning to the spare seat, “You don’t have to if you’re busy or anything.” 

“No. I would love to. Are you okay with that Theo?” 

For the first time since you’ve arrived the little boy looks up at his  eyes immediately light up at the sight of you stood there. 

“Miss YN!” 

“I’m guessing he’s okay with it.” Harry smiles, watching as you pull out the seat and seat and sit down. “You weren’t in a rush, were you?” 

“No.” You smile, sipping on the hot cocoa you had just bought, “I had just finished for the day actually. Did a bit of shopping and then decided to walk over here.” 

“Sounds lovely. Anything exciting?” 

“If fruit and veg is exciting, then exciting.” 

“Hey, take it from me, trying to make fruit and veg exciting for your kids is the most exciting thing about fruit and veg.” 

“Not a fan?” You ask, looking at the young boy who had started to munch on his chicken nuggets. 

“Not really. Can you not tell?” 

You laugh, looking at Theo’s plate which just had chips and chicken nuggets on with a blob of ketchup on the side. 

“He seems to be enjoying those?” 

“Oh god yeah.” Harry laughs, “He can eat for England. Takes after me in that sense.” 

“That’s good. Some parents sometimes come in saying that their children don’t eat and it’s worrying them.” 

“He went through a phase when he turned around two and a half of not eating but he rectified that very quickly himself.”

“That’s good? Have you had work today?” 

It was only then that you had noticed his attire. Jean flares and a shirt that said something about eating honey. On anyone else you it would’ve set warning alarms within your head but he made it look suave and quite attractive. 

“No. I have weekends off so I can spend them with Theo. I sometimes do a bit of work from home but not a lot, do you?” 

“Sometimes. If there’s an emergency I’ll sometimes have to go in.” 

“Is it hard? Do you find working with vulnerable children hard?” 

“Challenging, I’d say. Maybe not hard. Some of the things that have happened to the children to cause them to behave the way they do are hard to listen to. Trying to get them to talk or just explain how they feel is even harder.” 

“You do God’s work, YN.” 

“I wouldn’t say that. I hate the though of children suffering, and I’d like to think I do my best to help with that.” 

“You do. From experience you do.” 

“You’re forever feeding my ego. I kind of like it, keep it coming.” 

“Eh.” He curves his lips and moves his head from side to side, “You’re not that bad to look at either.” 

“Cheeky! But you’re not too bad yourself, Styles.” 

“Daddy!” Theo interrupts, “Toilet, please.”

“Okay bud.” Harry stands up and so do you, “You don’t have to go, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“No it’s okay, I probably should leave.” You smile, “I told Norman that I’d only been ten minutes and that was half an hour ago.”

“Norman?” 

“My dog! God, I probably should’ve specified that. Norman’s my dog.”

“Ah.” Harry laughs, “That makes more sense. I’ll see you later YN.”

“Bye Harry.” 

When you got home that night, you see the majority of the time sat staring at your phone whilst Norman stares at you as though you’ve gone crazy.

“I should just text him.” You sound crazy talking to your job but it is oddly comforting, “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

Hi Harry! It was lovely seeing you and Theo today. I hope you had a lovely rest of your day :)

You immediately regretted sending the message. Would he think you were weird? Had you just ruined any chance you had of it going any further? Your stomach twisted and your phone lit up. 

We did thank you, YN. I hope Norman wasn’t too mad that we kept you out longer than expected. H.

You giggled. He remembered. 

He got over it pretty quickly. Gave him a treat and everything was back to normal.

That’s good. It’s a good thing dogs are forgiving creatures.

Rather I bribed him to forgive me. He can be stubborn when he wants to be.

I think you might be describing my son. He certainly didn’t get his stubborn side from me.

Good. I would hate to have to bribe you to speak to me.

Well that depends what you would have bribed me with. But hopefully you’ll never be in the bad books.

You seem to have very high expectations of me, Styles. I might just surprise you.

I’m going to hold you to that. The next time I see you I expect to be surprised.

Are you free any time soon?

Not until next weekend really. I finish work at five-ish everyday.

Is there any chance that you’d maybe want to do something after work? I can hopefully surprise you?

I’d like that very much. Tuesday okay?

Perfect! See you then, Harry.

Sweet dreams, YN.

Tuesday couldn’t come quick enough in your eyes. You were pleasantly surprised that you’d even managed to bag yourself a date with the man, usually you’d shy away from the male species as much as possible. That didn’t mean that you didn’t spend the entire time messaging Harry the other day with warm cheeks and a fuzzy tummy. The fact that he could’ve thrown everything back into your face being the thing that scared you the most. 

You had messaged Harry last night that you were going to a restaurant, not a fancy one but one that required a smart/casual dress code. You spent probably a little too long getting ready, curling your hair and applying the make up you wore too perfection, dressing in some high-waisted trousers with a long-sleeved tucked in to reserve the warmth that the British summertime had selfishly taken away. 

You had hundred’s of thoughts bouncing around in your brain. It wasn’t everyday that you bagged a date with the man of your dreams and even if it didn’t work out — at least you could say that it had happened. If it didn’t work out it was probably a good thing that Theo had started to make the move from your group to your friend’s to avoid uncomfortable confrontation. 

The reservation at the restaurant was for eight, so you had arranged to meet there for around politely declined. The drive was quick but the wait for Harry seemed to take hours. 

When he did arrive, your breath caught within your throat. He was wearing simple dress pants with a silk floral shirt tucked in, the first couple of buttons undone. It revealed tattoos that you were shocked to see that he had upon his chest and stomach. It intrigued you to know whether he had more tattoos. A part of really wanted to see them. 

“Hi.” He smiles and wraps his arms around you in a welcoming hug. He smelt really good. 

“Hi.” 

“You look lovely.” 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Styles.” 

“Shall we go in?” You nodded. 

The table reserved for the two of you was small but lovely, located in the corner of the restaurant by the floor to ceiling windows. You had been to this Italian plenty of times in the past and it had become one of your favourites. As you sat down, you had ordered a bottle of wine to share between the two of you. 

“Is that your first surprise?” He asked as the two you tapped your glasses together in cheers, “Drinking on a work night?”

“It’s a special occasion.” You shrug, “You’ll have to figure out yourself whether it’s part of the surprise or not.” 

He raised his eyebrow at you before he broke into a smile. 

“I’m looking forward to it.” 

The waiter comes a few ticks after that, asking what we would like. I order a bowl of pasta whilst Harry orders a pizza of some sort. 

“How was Theo when you left him today?” You started to tuck into the bread and dips that the waiter had brought as an appetiser. 

“Absolutely fine. I’ve never seen someone so exciting to spend time with their grandmother.” 

“Weekend’s with my Grandma were the shit!” You exclaim with a smile, “We used to bake and she’d cook me all of my favourite dinners.” 

“You were spoilt rotten, to say the least?” 

“Of course I was! That’s how little Theo is feeling.” 

“Are you close to your family?” 

“Yeah I am. More so my Mum and Grandma. I don’t really have the best relationship with my Dad.” 

He nods, “My mum and Dad divorced when I was young so I was brought up my Mum. She remarried when I was nineteen.” 

You hummed, “Are you close with your stepfather?”

“I was.” Harry coughed to clear his throat, “He died in 2017.” 

You immediately felt bad. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.” 

He stops the sip of his drink quick, “You haven’t, I promised. How are we supposed to get to know each other if you don’t ask questions?” 

“We sort dived right into the deep shit straight away.” You laughed, “Quick fire questions: favourite band?” 

“I honestly couldn’t pick one.” 

“Well.” You sighed, “I tried but that answer was boring. Pick one!”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, his smile growing, “I love Fleetwood Mac, The Zombies, The Kinks—”

“Basically anything from the past?” 

“Pretty much.” He laughed, “I grew up listening to Shania Twain and Joni Mitchell with my mum.” 

“I would’ve loved to have that childhood.” You laughed, “My mum was all for Bon Jovi, Meatloaf and Prince. Always said ‘I could’ve been a rock chick’.” 

He laughs and sips his drink. 

The conversation for the rest of the evening flowed better than you could have expected. You honestly don’t think you’ve ever been on such a lovely date before in your life, if you could even call it that. 

You learnt about his childhood living in Holmes Chapel whilst he learnt about yours. You hadn’t expected to enjoy his company so much and even as the night came to a close you found yourself not wanting to leave. 

“I must admit.” He starts as her walks you towards your car, “I was quite disappointed when you said I couldn’t pick you up.” 

“Why was that?” 

“Because I’m not able to drive you home, walk you to your door and hopefully give you a little something to remember me for the night.” 

“Really? Who said that I would have let you?” 

“You wouldn’t have?” 

“I don’t know.” You tease, “Why don’t you come over and try?” 

The smile on his face as he leaned in is something that will haunt your dreams at night for the better. Your eyes flutter closed and sigh in content as his lips touch yours. It was a little embarrassing, but there had been a few moments late at night where you have wondered what this would feel like. Those were enjoyable dreams but the real this was so much better. 

No tongue was involved but you already knew that this was something you could become addicted to. The feeling of his large palm against your cheek as his kissed any worry you had away from the night. Your whole body tingled and if you weren’t in a public car park, you wouldn’t know whether you’d be able to contain yourself. 

You both pull away breathlessly. 

“I think you would’ve let me.” 

“I certainly fucking would.”

If Harry had any other option — he would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. 

When Harry had woke up this morning, he had expected it to be like his normal Monday morning. Waking up early and making breakfast whilst Theo sleep in. Then he’d wake Theo up to have breakfast and then Harry would dress him for the day. 

That hadn’t happened this morning. 

When Harry had walked into Theo’s room that morning he found his son, already awake with tears streaming down his face. He tried to comfort his son, and tried to get him to talk but he just didn’t stop crying. 

That’s how he ended up stood in the corner of his son’s room with his phone pressed tightly to his ear. 

“Harry? Hello?” 

“Hi.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, well uh, not really.” He scratches the back of his neck, “There’s something wrong with Theo.” 

“Is he okay?” 

“No. I came into his room this morning and he’s non-stop crying and he won’t talk to me.” 

“I’m on my way.” 

You drove as fast as you could. The sound of Harry’s voice, mixed with his words and the faint sniffles in the background was enough to send your heart spiralling. You used the message that Harry had sent with address to navigate your way towards his house. 

Doors unlocked. 

You raced your way up the stairs, taking two at a time and saw Harry waiting at the top of the stairs. 

“Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem.” You squeezed his arm in reassurance, “Is he in there?” 

“Yeah.” 

Then you saw him. The small boy with the brown curly hair and the green eyes that matched his Father’s peering up at you, small sobs leaving his lips. 

“Hi bud.” You smile, “Is it okay if I sit down?” 

The small boy nods and you do so, a small sigh escaping your smiling lips. 

“Your Daddy phoned and said you were feeling a little upset this morning and asked if I could come and talk to you. Is that okay?” 

He nods again, sniffling slightly. 

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Can you tell me why you’re crying?” 

“Dream.” His chest heaves up and down. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” A nod. Okay, you could work with that. 

You hadn’t realised that Harry was stood at the door, leant against the frame with his eyebrows furrowed and his thumb running across his lip. He honestly wouldn’t know what he was going to do if you hadn’t been so lovely and come to check on Theo at such short notice. 

“Was your dream about Daddy?” Another nod. 

It honestly broke Harry’s heart. He had never ever though that something like this was the reason his son had gotten himself into such a state. 

“Have you been having a lot of these dreams?” Nodding. So much nodding, “Are they scaring you?” 

“Daddy hurt.” His voice was so quiet and unsteady.

“Daddy gets hurt?” Your palms start sweating, “Is that why you’re so upset? And you go quiet sometimes? You think Daddy’s going to get hurt?” 

“I’m right here Theo.” Harry walks over and drops down to be face to face with his son, “I’m not hurt, and I’m not going to hurt.” 

“You don’t move.” He cries become louder and louder the more they spoke. 

Harry leans over and pulls his son off the bed, dropping him onto his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around him. You watch as Harry smooths his hand across his son’s back, hoping that it will calm him down and stop the crying. Harry’s catch yours and your heart physically breaks for him. You’d never seen anything like this in your four year career. 

“Listen to this, bud.” Harry wipes his tear stained face briefly, “How about we take today off nursery and work and we’ll spend the day together.” 

Theo nods and you smile, gently standing up and removing yourself from the situation. For the first time you can look at Harry’s house. It was exactly how you had pictured it to be — immaculately designed with a splash of Theo in ever corner. You drop down upon the sofa with a sigh and use your hand to try to rub the fatigue away from your face. You hadn’t had a morning like this in a long time. 

Twenty minutes or so later, Harry joins you on the sofa with a deep sigh. 

“How is he?” 

“He’s asleep right now. I laid with him and he drifted off.” 

“That’s good.” 

He reaches over to grab your hand that was comfortably rested upon your thigh, threading his fingers nicely between your own. 

“I’m sorry for calling so early. I know you were probably busy and this didn’t help.” 

“It’s okay.” You give his hand another squeeze, “I told you that I’d help in any way that I could.” 

“I know.” He nods, his voice starting to break, “It’s just so fucking hard YN.” 

“Hey, don’t cry.” You move so that you can wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a comforting hug, “I know it is but we can sort this out, I promise.” 

“Just knowing that this was because he has been worried about me. What kind of parent does that?” 

“I want you to listen to me now, Harry.” You place your hands upon his cheeks, pulling his head up from your shoulder so that he’s looking directly at you, “You have done nothing wrong. This was completely out of your control.” 

He nods and you wipe the tear that had fallen down his cheek away. 

“I’m going to help you now and we’re going to get Theo better.” 

He leans forward and to your surprise places a deep kiss to your lips. 

“Thank you.” 

Harry had invited you over as a thank you a couple of days later. You had told him multiple times that he didn’t have to thank you for anything and that you’d do anything for him and Theo but he insisted. Theo was still next door with Mrs. West after being picked up from nursery and she made it complete aware that she didn’t mind watching him for a few extra hours so that he could do this for his friend. 

If Harry was honest, he doesn’t have many friends. Mrs. West has spoken to him about it on many occasions and he supposed that the old woman was just excited that he might actually have a friend that wasn’t herself or his son. 

You had arrived at Harry’s house to see the dining room set out with plates and cutlery and wine glasses with delicious smell coming from the kitchen. He greeted you with a soft kiss upon the lips and a small hug. 

“Has Theo been okay?” You ask, leaning against the counter as you watch Harry fry the vegetables for the stir fry.

“He’s been better. He’s been talking a little more according to to the teachers.” He starts to plate up the noodles, “For the first couple of nights he stayed in bed with me, as you suggested but last night he stayed in his own.” 

“Did it go okay?” The two of you walk with full plates to the dining room.

“There were a few tears but he slept through the night.” 

You honestly couldn’t have been happier for the two of them. You have worked with the two of them for a couple of months and now finding out that things were actually starting to work left you feeling happier than you had ever expected to be. 

“That’s really good. I’m happy for you.” 

Before you knew it the time had escaped from the two of you. Somehow, you had made your way to the sofa and now sat with large glasses of red wine in your hands. 

“Are you sure you don’t need to get Theo?” 

It was nearing seven, and you started to worry. 

“If I go now he’ll probably kill me.” He laughs, “Mrs. West brings out the sweet treats around this time.” 

You giggle and lean forward to capture your lips upon his. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, the other resting lightly upon her thigh. In one confident movement, you shift your body so that your knees are either side of his hips. A part of you still couldn’t believe that this was happening, not only with anyone but with Harry. 

This had all happened quicker than you had expected but you weren’t complaining. 

“YN.” He pulls away breathlessly, “Hey, are you sure?” 

“God yes.” 

“Okay then.’ 

He skilfully picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom. You land upon the bed with a small thud that causes you both to giggle. He presses his lips to yours one last time in a breath-taking, heart-stopping kiss. 

“Move up.” You shuffle your bum up the bed so that your head is rested upon the lush pillows. Harry’s fingers toy with the zipper of your jeans, his eyes looking for any sign of uncomforted on your face, “This okay?” 

You nod quickly, “It is.” 

He sighs shakily, his fingers slipping into the band of your jeans, pulling them down your legs. You lift your hips up to aid him in the movement. At this point you were glad that a day ago you hd decided to have a pamper session and shave your entire body. 

His lips place small kisses along the inside of your thighs, your body withering under his touch. It had been a long time since someone had touched you in this way, and your senses felt as though they were on override. 

“Harry.” The small moan escapes your lips as he licks a stripe along your clothed centre. 

“God.” He hooks his fingers into the material and pulls them down your legs, “You’re so fucking wet.” 

You hum as his lips wrap around your clit, your chest heaving up and down as he uses his tongue to flick the sensitive nub over and over again. This had all happened so quickly and you felt so overwhelmed that you had no idea if you were going to last very long at all. 

“Fuck.” You moan, “Harry.” 

“That’s it.” He murmurs against your centre, giving your clit a few kitten licks afterwards, “Say my name again.” 

“Harry.” 

He suckles on your clit so quickly that you’re left breathless, your fingers threading through his curly brown hair. You tug on it causing a groan to escape his lips against you, sending your orgasm rushing in. 

“M’coming.” Your chest heaves, “Fuck, baby.” 

Harry pulls away after coaxing you through your high, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. He licks what he can before lifting up so that you can kiss him. He drops down, his head falling into your neck and for the first time you can feel him against your exposed thigh. 

“Do you want me to help?’ 

“No.” He smiles, pushing your hair away from your face, “Tonight was a thanks to you. Hopefully there will plenty more opportunities for you to repay me in the future.” 

“I’m excited for that.” 

“Daddy?” The little voice wakes the two of you up from your slumber, “Miss. YN?” 

“Hiya buddy.” Harry’s quick to pick the little boy up and drop him in the middle of the two of you, “Did you have a good sleep?” 

Theo hums and cuddles into his Dad’s chest, “Morning Miss. YN.” 

“Morning Theo.” You smile, “I’ve told you before, you can call me just YN.” 

You and Harry had started to see each other frequently since the last date and very recently, in the past few days or so you’ve both made the jump of having sleepovers. With Theo it made it difficult for Harry to stay over at yours so you stayed over at Harry’s — not that you minded one bit. 

“Okay, YN.” He smiles, leaning forward to place a kiss to Harry’s dimpled cheek. 

“What do you fancy doing today bud? If you ask nicely YN might be able to stay with us today.” 

“Really?” His eyes widen in excitement. 

“Of course.” You smile and ruffle his hair, “But it’s your day, what do you want to do?” 

“Can we go to the cinema?” You both nod, seeing as though that’s a very doable request from the little man. 

“What do you want to go see?” 

“Frozen 2 please, daddy.” 

“Of course.” Harry kisses his cheek and your heart swells at the sight. 

Theo sat the entire time in the cinema contently chewing on his popcorn as his eyes never left the screen. Harry’s hand was firmly grasped within yours and you both repeatedly picked it up to kiss the back of each other’s. It was the simple gestures that drew you to Harry in the first place, from that very first day at the centre. 

“Did you enjoy it?” You both have one of Theo’s hands in yours, swinging him up as you walk along the pavement. 

“Yes Daddy.” He beams. 

“What do you fancy doing now? Fancy a McDonalds?” 

“Can I have an ice cream, please?”

“Of course, baby.” 

It was rare that you and Harry managed to get a night alone with each other, but this specific Saturday night Anne had offered to take Theo and the two of you weren’t complaining. It had been two or so months since your relationship grew from being professional into something more and you were yet to fully consummate your relationship. 

You did other things, of course, in the dead of night when Theo was fast asleep. You were both just uncomfortable with the idea of having sex and reaching that last level of intimacy whilst he was in the other room. 

The thought physically made you shudder. 

“Are you hungry, baby?” 

“I could eat.” You respond, sitting across from Harry as he scrolls through his phone whilst leaning upon the kitchen island. 

“Pizza?” 

You scoff, “Is that even a question?” 

Once the delivery of your pizza’s arrive, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone inhale a pizza as quickly as Harry did. He even ended up eating a slice of your own. 

Cleaning up was easy and before you knew anything, you were both changing and getting ready for bed. It was at this point you could go through the plan that you’d created a week or so ago when you learnt that this day would be happening. 

You dressed yourself in delicate white lingerie that would have anyone swooning and dropping to their knees. You tousled your hair, applied some lip balm to your lips and walk out to the bedroom. 

“Fucking hell.” He drops his phone onto the bed beside him, “Where have you been keeping that?” 

“It’s one of the surprises I always ramble on about.” 

“Totally worth it.” He throws his hands up and makes grabby movements towards you which you give in to. 

His arms wrap around you waist and pull you down so you could press your lips to his. There was something different within the air today and you could both feel it. 

“You wanna feel me?” 

“Always.” 

His fingers reach up to unclasp your bra, dropping the lace material to the floor as you clamber upon his lap. His lips wrap around your pebbled nipples, the feeling of his swirling tongue earning breathy moans to escape your lips. 

“Sensitive?” 

“Just finished my period.” 

“Ah.” You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly. 

You drop to your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you use your hand to palm him through his boxers. You place two kisses to each of the ferns, another one at the top of his happy trail before you hook your fingers into the material of his briefs, pulling them down as he lifted his hips to help. 

This wasn’t your first rodeo with Harry’s dick, but that didn’t mean that you became any less nervous every time you saw it. 

“Are you just going to stare?” 

“I’m contemplating?” 

“Contemplating what?” 

“Whether or not you deserve me to suck your dick. Leave me to it, baby.” 

He shuts his mouth the second to place one kitten lip to his base, your eyes watching as his stomach heaves up and down at the feeling. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you start to bob your head up and down, using your spit to ease yourself into it. Harry’s hand reaches out to grip your hair, guiding your head up and down but making sure to not go too far. 

“You’re amazing. Fuck, YN baby.” 

You use the free hand that wasn’t aiding you by jerking the length that you couldn’t take to squeeze his thigh, right by his tiger once before allowing your finger to rub over your sensitive nub through your panties, allowing any sort of friction to be released. 

“Gotta stop baby.” He gently pushes you off of him, your mouth releasing him with a pop, “Need to last for you.” 

Once you’re stood up he pulls your panties down your legs, watching as you step out of them. You both switch positions so that you’re laid on top of the plush comforter whilst Harry fumbles through his bedside table, taking a foil packet out. 

Your eyes never leave him as he gives himself a few tugs before rolling the condom on, giving you a once over before bending down. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He questions once and you nod, muttering confirmation as he moves to hover above you. 

You feel a little discomfort at first, probably due to how long it had been since you last had sex. 

“Move, Harry.” 

“M’kay.” 

His lips are on yours again as he starts to move his hips, finding his rhythm as he thrusts in and out of you. You whine into his mouth whilst he groans into yours, the feeling becoming all too unbearable for the two of you. 

“Feel so good, H. So big, so full.” 

The chuffed face he pulled as he continued to thrust his hips to yours, his lips wrapping around your nipple briefly was enough for you to fall for him again. 

“M’gonna come, baby.” 

“I know, H, me too.” 

He slipped his hand down between you both to use his fingers to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending you over the edge. A long moan of his name leaves your lips, your back arches and your eyes start to water. 

“That’s it. Fuck! Squeezin’ me so tight.” 

He moans as he comes, spilling into the condom whilst his movements halt inside of you. 

He head drops forward upon your shoulder, the two of you masking in the overwhelming thing your had just experienced. 

“There’s no one else I ever want to do that with.” 

“Looks like you’re stuck with me, then.” 

“YN.” Theo catches your attention as you wash both of your hands after the painting session you had both just had, “Are you my new Mummy?” 

Your movements halt as you look down at the little boy, his features becoming more and more like Harry’s everyday. 

You look up to Harry who’s stood drying his hand a couple of metres away, a goofy smile present on his lips as he nods at you. 

“If you want me to be Theo, but are you sure?” 

“I love you, YN.” 

“I love you too, now go dry your hands.” 

Harry passes him the towel to dry his hands which he does with little no disagreement. 

“Are you going to go turn the TV on whilst Daddy talks to Mummy?” 

The words felt odd leaving his lips, but a good kind of odd. You watch as he leaves the bathroom and bounds towards the living room. 

You wrap your arms around Harry and sigh contently into his chest. 

“I can’t believe he just said that.” 

“I can. There’s no one else I’d want to be his mother.” 

You stand on your tip toes to kiss his lips once. 

“I love you, Harry.” 

request: harry helping y/n through panic attack on a date

word count: 3k

warnings: detailed description of anxiety, panic attacks/panic disorder

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Y/N was already anxious as she peered out her apartment window for Harry. It was their first official date and the stomach-turning nerves were getting to her. She thought about texting him multiple times feigning a short-noticed illness but didn’t want to disappoint the boy she was infatuated with.

It’s just…this was so entirely out of her league. She hoped she was dressed appropriately for the restaurant that they were going to. A plunging black and white bodysuit tucked in tight black jeans - hoping to earn some brownie points with Harry for the Gucci belt. ****

When she googled La Cuisine de ma Mère, the whole menu was in French - which she did not speak so she attempted to google a few of the dishes to find something she could pronounce without sounding like an idiot.

It was in the heart of London, in a strip of buildings that were too high-end for her to have the need to go there. Let alone afford something in anyone of those shops.

Y/N was extremely outgoing and personable, it shocked most people that she struggled with a panic disorder. She was usually good at isolating herself when it got too overwhelming.