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Heyyyy guys! Back with another part. It was a bit delayed because I had a crazy month, but anywho, enjoy!
WARNINGS: period, cursing, body insecurity, sweet cuth fluff, phone sex, masturbating, all that fun stuff
wc: 5,634
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It seemed like everyday after work, you and Harry would be at each other’s houses. You never stayed the night. It sometimes led to makeout sessions. Other times it was just relaxing on the couch watching TV after an exhausting day.
About two weeks after you signed the paperwork, you were late to Harry’s house.
Babe, you ok? he texted
I’m so sorry. I’ll be right over
It’s ok. I was just getting worried, Harry said
I’m ok 🙂 Be there in 10
Ok
When you showed up, Harry gave you a kiss. “Hey, babe. I made chicken parm and potatoes. We can have some wine,” he said.
You groaned. “I might take mine to go.”
Harry put the spoon down. “You sick? What’s wrong?” He put a hand up to your head.
You shook your head. “My stomach hurts. That’s all.”
“You didn’t have to come over if you aren’t feeling well.”
“I wanted to see you,” you said, giving him a peck. “And I wanted to see Donald.” The dog came running over to you, waiting for you to pet him.
“You see me all day. Seriously, if you don’t feel well, just tell me,” Harry said. “I won’t be mad.”
You hummed and grabbed a plate. “That looks good.”
“Baby,” Harry took your plate from you. “If your stomach hurts you aren’t eating that.”
“It’s not that kind of stomachache,” you said.
“Hmm?”
“Can I have some please?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes.
“(Y/N).”
“Please,” your voice wobbled.
“Will you talk to me?” He wiped away a tear.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just eat. Please,” you said, sniffling.
Harry put a hand on his hip and leaned against the counter. “You’re upset. You’re not feeling well. Something’s up.”
“You know,” you shrugged.
“I don’t,” he shook his head. “That’s why I need you to talk to me.”
You sighed. “It’s women things,” you said, biting your lip nervously.
“Oh,” he let out a breath of relief. “Ok. I’m sorry. Did you want a heating pad?”
“I’m ok, Harry. Really.”
“You don’t have to be nervous to talk to me about your period,” Harry said.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“What?” He said. “It’s natural.”
You shrugged.
“C’mere,” he said, taking your hand. Harry led you into the bathroom. He leaned down to show you the cabinet that was filled with pads, tampons, heating pads, Tylenol, and a bunch of other things. “Take what you need.”
“Harry. You have all this?”
“I told you, I have a sister,” he chuckled. “If you need anything else, I have some stuff in the kitchen. I can also get you anything you need, ok?”
You nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can we eat now?” You asked.
“Sure.”
You both went back to the kitchen, eating dinner. You only ate a little bit. Harry gave you a piece of chocolate, which you gladly accepted.
When you finished, Harry led you to his bed. “Rest. I’ll get you a heating pad.”
“Oh. I don’t want to leak…”
“That’s what a washing machine is for,” he said. “Get in the bed.”
“But…”
“Baby, please lie in the bed,” Harry said.
You got in, carefully. Harry got you Tylenol, a heating pad, and Donald snuggled up next to you. “Need anything else?”
“Can we cuddle?”
Harry smiled. “I happen to be excellent at that.” He climbed into bed next to you. He put his arms around you, and you put your head into his shoulder. “How’s your tummy?” He asked.
“A bit better.”
“Good,” he kissed your forehead. “Can I rub it?”
“Yes, but above my shirt, please,” you whispered.
“Whatever you want, honey.” Harry reached his big hand down and rubbed over your stomach.
You hummed. After a few minutes, you said, “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Sorry I was so moody,” you chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I understand.” Harry pulled you closer to him, giving you a kiss on your forehead.
“You’re the best boyfriend.”
Harry smiled. “I try. I really do for you.”
Your heart was bursting. He had everything you needed without you telling him or asking. He was so sweet and understanding. Donald was lying by your legs. You were so lucky.
“Most guys would turn away at the first mention of a period.”
“Most guys suck,” Harry replied.
You giggled. “True.”
“Get some sleep, ok?”
“Ok,” you hummed. “Sweet dreams.”
“Yes, they will be.”
You smiled. “Good night, Har.”
“Night, baby.”
And that was how you wound up sleeping over Harry’s place for the first time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When you woke up the next day, Harry was already up. He walked into the bedroom with a plate full of breakfast for you. “G’morning, honey. Feeling alright to eat?” He asked.
“I feel fine now,” you said, sitting up.
“You’re going to stay in bed, alright?”
“But, we have work,” you said, biting your toast.
“But, you’re not feeling well.” Harry bit into his banana.
You chuckled. “I have my period. I’m not dying.”
“Too late. Called the boss, told him you can't come in.”
You giggled. “You’re the boss.”
“Right. And the boss says to stay home.”
“Harry.”
“You don’t have any clothes anyway. As much as I’d love to see you in your undies, I don’t think that’s appropriate for the office.”
You finished your breakfast quickly. “Can you drive me home quickly? I’ll be really really fast. I promise.”
“But, honey bunny, I thought your tummy hurt.” He frowned.
“Last night it did, but I feel better now.”
“You promise me that if you don’t feel good, you’ll take a break?” He asked.
“I promise,” you kissed his cheek.
Harry hummed. He drove you to your place, where you quickly got ready. When you got back into Harry’s car, there was not much time to get to the office, but you made it with minutes to spare.
The truth was… you were in pain, but you a. Didn’t want to take a day off and b. Not let Harry know you were in pain because he would have worried too much.
You worked for a few hours until Harry came to your desk to see how you were feeling. “I’m ok,” you told him.
“You sure?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Ok. Well come here. I want to show you something.”
You got up to follow him into his office. He opened a closet door. “This closet is full of everything you might need when you get your period - pads, tampons, Tylenol, chocolate, a heating pad, snacks, etc. Anyone who menstruates in here can use this. Please let them know it’s here and feel free to take from it anytime, ok?”
You nodded because you couldn’t get any words out. Your throat had a big lump in it as tears welled up.
“You alright?” Harry asked, putting his hand on your back.
You nodded. “This is so sweet. You’re so sweet.” You wiped away a tear.
Harry pulled you in for a hug and kissed the side of your head. “Want you to take a longer lunch break today.”
“No, Harry. I’m ok really.”
“As your boss, I’m telling you to take a longer break,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” you turned to face him. “And what do you tell me as my boyfriend?”
“I’d tell you to stay home in bed and let me come cuddle you on breaks and after work, but you’re too stubborn for that,” he said, booping you on the nose.
“I let you cuddle me.”
“Yeah, but you insist on coming to work,” he said.
“Well, I have to make sure my boss is staying in line,” you said, grabbing his tie.
“Well…”
“Hey, Harry. Do you have the…” a man named Bob stepped into his office.
You both stepped apart from each other and cleared your throats. “....paperwork for the buyer? Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Harry straightened his tie. “Just discussing something with (Y/N). I have the paperwork right here.” He went over to his desk, picked up a stack of papers, and handed it to Bob.
“Thanks.” He left and you let out a breath.
“Ok. That was too close. I should get back to my desk,” you said.
Harry grabbed your wrist before you left. “Promise me you’ll take a break if you need it.”
“I promise.”
He kissed your forehead. “That’s my girl.”
You went back to work. When it came time for lunch, you did take an extended break. You ate and then went to your car to take a quick nap.
When you woke up, your phone was frantically going off and you saw Harry standing outside your car, taping on the window. You looked at the time. Over two hours had passed. “Oh my God!” You sat up.
You unlocked the door for Harry and he got in. “When I said take an extended break, I didn’t mean that long,” he smirked.
“I’m so sorry!” You straightened yourself out. “I’ll get right back to work. I’ll even stay later. Sorry!”
“Baby, I’m joking,” he said. “You seem like you really needed that nap. You alright?”
“Yes. Sorry. I get really tired sometimes when I’m on my period. I forgot to set an alarm.”
“Stop saying sorry. I just came out here because I got worried because you weren’t answering your phone. I thought you died or something,” he said.
“Sometimes it feels like that,” you chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” Harry frowned. “Want to go home?”
“No! No! I can’t go home. I have to get back to work!” You opened your car door and got out, walking back towards the building. Harry followed behind you, quickly catching up.
“You know, if you go home, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said.
“Harry. I’m fine,” you said, just as a big cramp kicked in. You groaned slightly.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Positive. I go through this every month and will for probably the next 20 years or so. I’m ok.”
“Ok, but if you ever aren’t, for whatever reason, you don’t have to be brave. You can curl up in the fetal position and relax,” Harry said.
As you stepped off the elevator to your floor, you hummed. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that one day, Mr. Styles, but right now, I have work to do.”
You sat down at your desk and Harry shook his head, chuckling. “You’re so stubborn,” he mumbled, walking back into his office.
You sat at your desk the rest of the day with your stomach in pain. When everyone was gone, Harry gave you a kiss on your forehead, walked you to your car, and you both went home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About an hour later, you had just showered and were standing in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your head, heating up dinner.
There was a knock on your door. As the microwave beeped, you walked over to the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to see Harry there. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
“I’ll leave you alone. I just wanted to give you these flowers and this stuffie of a dog that looks like Donald, so you can snuggle him anytime you want. I know you’re relaxing, so I’ll just go. I hope you feel better,” he said.
Harry started to walk away, but you stopped him. “Do you want to come in?”
“Oh it's ok. I shouldn’t bother you. I’ll let you rest.”
“I want you to come in,” you said.
Harry sighed and walked through the door. You put the flowers in a vase and hugged the fake Donald. You took your hair out of the towel and went to the bathroom to brush it.
Harry stood in the doorway and smiled at you. “How are you feeling, honey?”
“Mmm,” you groaned. “My stomach hurts again.”
He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting them on your stomach. “Want me to rub it?”
“You don’t have to.”
“Are you ok with me doing it?” He asked.
You nodded. Harry hummed. “Can I put my hands under your shirt?”
“Ok.”
When Harry’s big hands found your stomach, it felt so good. However, you winced thinking he would be grossed out by it.
“You alright?” He cooed.
“Sorry.”
“For what, honey?”
“My stomach,” you replied.
“Why are you apologizing for a body part?” He wondered.
“Because it’s not flat and you can probably feel the stretch marks,” you said.
Harry sighed, taking his hands off your stomach. “(Y/N). We’ve talked about this.” A single tear fell out of your eye and Harry wiped it away. “Baby.”
“Sorry,” you sniffled.
Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. “I’m obsessed with every single part of you, ok?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Inside and out,” he said.
“You haven’t seen all of them,” you whispered.
“Not yet, but I know I like them because they’re a part of you,” he replied. “Now, can I go back to rubbing your stomach or would you like me to stop?”
You took Harry’s hand and led him to the bedroom. You laid down on your bed. Harry raised an eyebrow.
You closed your eyes and lifted your shirt. “Go ahead."
He climbed onto the bed next to you and put his warm hand on your stomach. “You’re not just doing this for me, right? You are actually ok with this?”
“Yes,” you swallowed. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
Harry hummed and massaged your stomach. His hands felt so good that any thoughts of what he thought about your stomach went right out the window. You hummed in delight.
The both of you laid in silence as Harry rubbed your stomach. Since your eyes were closed, you were shocked when you felt his lips touch your stomach. You opened your eyes and saw him giving it pecks. When you made eye contact, he smiled. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
You ran your hand through his hair, humming. He didn't stop until every inch was kissed. You might have been in pain before, but Harry was not making you think about it, which you were so thankful for.
When Harry stopped kissing your stomach, he put his hands on it again and then kissed your lips. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“I know that was scary, but thank you for letting me see more of you,” Harry said. “I’m never ever judging you.” He had a loving look in his eyes.
“You make me feel so safe,” you said, holding onto his hands. “Like I have no insecurities."
“That’s all I want,” he said, kissing your hand. “Want you to trust me and feel safe around me.”
“I do.”
“Great,” he said. “Now, did you want a heating pad?”
You shook your head. “I think your hands have magical powers cause I feel better now.”
Harry smiled. “Guess my work here is done, hmm?” He went to get off the bed, but you stopped him.
“Wait. You’re leaving?”
“Want me to stay?” He asked.
“Please.”
Harry held out his hand. “You need to eat and then we can come back here and cuddle, ok?”
“Ok.”
You made your way to the kitchen to grab your food from the microwave. You ate. Harry grabbed some chips, claiming he ate before he came.
When you were done eating, you felt really full. You rubbed your stomach and let out a sigh. “Eating all of that food made me tired.”
Harry smiled. “Wanna go back to bed, baby?”
“Yes please.” The two of you climbed into bed. Harry made sure you were comfortable and feeling ok before he laid down on top of your stomach. “How long can you stay?” You played with his hair.
“I’ll stay overnight if you’d like.”
“What about Donald?” You asked.
“I have a neighbor watching him,” Harry drew small circles on your stomach.
“So… you planned this?” You smirked.
“I hoped for it. I had them on standby, but I texted them and asked if they could watch him for the night. They happily accepted. They’ve got a little kid, so she’s super happy to have a dog in the house,” Harry said.
“That’s sweet. You should start leaving clothes here,” you suggested.
“Yeah?” Harry smiled.
“Yeah. Other things too that you would need for an overnight. You know, if you'd like to stay over more,” you shrugged.
He hummed. “I want you to do the same.”
“Ok,” you whispered.
“Ok,” Harry replied.
You laid in silence for a minute or two as Harry rubbed your stomach. “Hey, Har?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you getting bored with me?”
Harry picked his head up and widened his eyes. “What!? No! Why d’ya think that?”
“Cause we’re not having sex,” you shrugged.
“Baby,” he sighed. “I’m not with you for the sex. Well, ok, when we do have it, I won’t complain, but that’s not why I’m with you. I’m never bored with you. You make me so happy. I promised you we’d go at your pace and I’m sticking to that.”
“Are you sure?” You asked, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Positive.” Harry leaned forward and kissed you. “I-.”
You looked at him, waiting for him to finish talking. “Hmm?”
“I….was wondering if you’d mind if I took my shirt off to sleep since I don’t have any other clothes.”
“Oh,” you shook your head. “No. Be my guest.”
Harry sat up and took his shirt off. He kicked his shoes off and stretched. You bit your lip as you took him in, wishing you weren’t on your period right now.
“If you’d like to take a picture, I’m sure it would last longer,” Harry chuckled, looking back at you.
“You’re my boyfriend. I’m allowed to stare.”
He smiled. “Stare, touch, lick. You can do whatever.”
You chuckled and pushed him gently on the arm. Harry cheesed at you and then pulled you close to him.
“Are we going to sleep? It’s 8pm,” you asked.
“You said you were tired.”
“Tired as in, I just want to lay here and rot and not do anything, but we don’t have to go to sleep,” you explained.
“Ok. Well, we’ll lay here and talk and whenever you fall asleep, that’s fine,” Harry kissed your forehead.
You nodded. Harry talked about Donald and the little girl next door and within 20 minutes, you were asleep in his arms. He stayed there the whole night, eventually falling asleep with you.
~~~~~~
As the week went on, your symptoms got better, but Harry insisted on taking care of you anyway.
~~~~~~
It was finally time for you to watch Donald as Harry went away for the weekend. He stood at his door and kissed you, not wanting to let go. “‘M gonna miss you so much,” he pouted.
“It’s only for a few days. I’ll call you every day, ok?” You said, giving him a kiss.
“Promise?”
“I promise,” you said. “It’ll be good practice for being away from you.”
“I don’t ever plan on being away from you again,” Harry said.
You giggled. “Well, we’ll need some separation sometime.”
“Mmmm mmm. I’m sticking to you like glue,” he said.
“Oh boy,” you giggled. “You better get going or you're going to miss your flight.”
“I wish you could come with me,” he said.
“Me too, but we can’t always get what we want,” you said.
Harry sighed. He leaned down to pet Donald and then gave him a kiss. “You be good for (Y/N). Ok, buddy?”
Donald barked and licked Harry. “I love you. I’ll see you soon,” Harry said.
He stood up and asked you to walk him out to the car that was picking him up. “Text me if there’s an emergency, ok? Or if you miss me or whatever.”
“Ok,” you smiled. “Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. I’ll miss you.”
“Miss you already,” he said, giving you one last kiss and getting into the car.
After he left, you ate a late breakfast. Then, you took Donald out for a walk and played with him for a bit until he got tired and took a nap.
While he rested you read your book. A few hours passed and your phone rang. It was Harry. “Hello?”
“Hey baby. I landed. I’m heading to baggage claim now,” he said.
“I’m glad you had a safe flight.”
“I missed you the whole time,” he said.
“I missed you too. Don’t let me hold you up. Get your bags and then get something to eat before you head to your hotel,” you said.
“No. I want to talk to you. What are you doing?”
“I was just reading and Donald’s sleeping,” you said.
“What are you reading?”
“It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey,” you said. You explained to him what it was about.
“A hot fisherman, hmm?” Harry said. “Sounds spicy.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ve just gotten into it, but I’m sure it is. Tessa’s known for that.”
“Call me when you get to those parts.”
“Harry!”
“What?” You could hear the smirk in your voice. “I like the spicy parts.”
“Did you get to baggage claim?” You asked, ignoring his remark.
“Yeah. I’m just waiting now.”
“Ok.” A few moments of silence went through the phone. You cleared your throat. “I’ll let you get settled.”
“No!”
“Harry,” you chuckled. “I can’t stay on the phone with you all day.”
“Not all day. Just until I have to do training,” he said.
You shook your head. As you adjusted your position on the couch, Donald jumped up. “Oh! Donny woke up. Hi baby. Daddy’s on the phone.”
“Hi, buddy. I miss you so much,” he said.
Donald barked and wagged his tail. “He misses you too, Har,” you said.
You heard some fumbling on the line, assuming Harry got his bag. “Should I just get a smoothie or a big hearty lunch?” He asked.
“Get whatever you want. I might order lunch myself.”
“Can we eat and Facetime?” He asked.
You giggled. “Sure.”
“Great. When you have your food, call me back,” he said.
“Ok.”
You looked through Uber Eats and ordered your food. As you waited for your food to arrive, you fed Donald. He inhaled his food and water, making you laugh.
When your food arrived, you set it out on the table, grabbed a drink, and opened up your food. After you were settled, you Facetimed Harry. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi,” you said, sipping your drink. “What’d you get?”
“A milkshake. It made me think of you and then I had to get it,” he said. You smiled. “What about you?”
“A sandwich from Panera.”
“Hold it up. Let me see,” Harry said. You held it up to the screen and Harry drooled. “That looks so good.”
You shrugged. “It’s alright.”
He smiled. “Don’t try to make me feel better. I know it’s delicious.”
You took a bite. “Ok. Yeah. That’s amazing.”
Harry chuckled and then sighed. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, but it’s only a few days. And you have to do this to be the best boss ever,” you said.
“I’m not already?” He smirked.
“Well, to me, yes you are, but for everyone else.”
Harry hummed as he ate. After a minute, you said, “Don’t you have orientation soon?”
He looked at the time. “I guess I can't be late for that, hmm?”
“It wouldn’t look good.”
“Ok,” he threw out his empty milkshake cup. “Stay on the phone with me til I get to my hotel?”
“Sure. Although my other boyfriend is coming over soon,” you joked.
Harry gasped. “You’d cheat on Donald?”
“He’s ok with it, as long as I still give him belly rubs,” you giggled.
He smiled. “Well, I’m not ok with it.” Harry walked through the airport. You laughed.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You finished your lunch. “I’ll tell him to stay home.”
“Thank you,” he said.
You giggled and shook your head. “I’m lucky I got one boyfriend. Two would be a miracle.”
“Don’t say that. You don’t realize how many men size you up when we’re out,” Harry said.
“Yeah. Ok.”
“I’m serious,” he said.
You scoffed. “Whatever.”
“Hold on a sec, baby,” he said, hailing a taxi. He told them the address, put his bags in the back, and got in the car. As he did all that, you picked up your book and read.
Harry didn’t say anything for a bit as he rode in the car. When you finished the chapter, you looked at your screen. He was beaming at you.
“What?”
"You're so cute,” he said.
You blushed. “I’m just reading.”
“Yeah, but you make these cute little expressions when you read. I’m obsessed,” he said.
“Oh,” you turned even redder. A few more minutes passed and Harry arrived at his hotel.
When he got to his room, he laid down on the bed and continued to Facetime you. “Har, you need to get ready to go soon. You have important things to do,” you said.
He pouted. “I wish I could just talk to you all day.”
“I know, but you have to work, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”
“Can you send me pictures throughout the day, so I feel like I’m there?” Harry asked.
“Sure,” you giggled. “Now, go!”
“Ok. Bye baby. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. Get to it, boss man.”
“Ok. Bye,” he said, except he didn’t hang up.
“Harry…. I’ll hang up on you.”
“How rude!”
You giggled. “It’s for your own good. Bye Har.”
“Talk later.”
“Yes.” You hung up the phone and charged it, as that call drained most of your battery.
As Harry went through training, you read a lot of your book. You took a break to walk Donald, take a bathroom break yourself, and fill up your water bottle, but, then you got right back into it.
When you got to a spicy scene, you snapped a picture of it and sent it to Harry. He didn’t answer, but you didn’t expect him to since he was in training.
You took a break from your book and decided to watch TV. Reruns of Friends were on, which always made you laugh. You laid on the couch for longer than you’d like to admit until you were hungry for dinner.
Harry had left some food for you and also had frozen food. You decided on chicken and rice. As you heated up the food, you fed the dog.
The quiet was kind of nice, but now it was sinking in that you missed Harry. As you ate, Donald finished, and he played with a toy around the house. You threw it to him when you were done eating and tired him out after an hour.
When it came time for bed, you went through your bag and realized you forgot to pack pjs. You opened one of Harry’s drawers, found a shirt, smelled it, and then put it over your head.
Before climbing into his bed, you stopped in front of his mirror and snapped a photo.
Is it ok if I wear this? I forgot my pjs 🤦🏼♀️, you texted him.
When he didn’t answer right away, you laid in his bed and read more of your book. About an hour later, as the book was getting down and dirty, your phone lit up with Harry’s name.
You smiled. “Hi, Har. How was the training?”
“Baby,” he said, sounding out of breath.
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” He asked.
“What?” You snuggled into bed.
“First, you send me that filthy passage from your book, and then I open my phone to you in my t-shirt, bare-legged, asking if you can wear it?”
“Oh yeah. Sorry. I kind of put it on already,” you shrugged.
“Baby, that’s fine. Shit. This is all too much.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“What are you doing?” Harry wondered.
“Just lying in bed. Is that ok?”
“Shit. You’re lying in my bed, in my t-shirt?” He asked.
“Yeah. Is that ok?” You bit your lip.
Harry swallowed thickly. “God, I wish I were there right now. This stupid training.”
“How was it?”
“Baby, I don’t want to talk about the training right now,” he said in a whisper.
“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, running your finger over his comforter.
Harry licked his lips. “I don’t want to do a whole lot of talking.”
When you heard him adjusting himself on the bed and the sound of a slippery hand, you understood. “Oh.”
“Fuck,” he said so quietly. “Fuck, baby. I miss you. I need you.”
“I miss you too.”
You heard a faint moan coming from Harry, and you blushed. “Sorry,” he said. “If this is making you uncomfortable, I can hang up. I just- you’ve got me all riled up, honey.”
“I’m not uncomfortable.”
“No? Good. I am a bit.”
“Oh. Well, I can hang up,” you stammered.
“More, achy than uncomfortable,” Harry said breathlessly.
“Oh.”
More words weren’t exchanged except for a few moans from Harry. “Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry, but are you… touching yourself?” Harry wondered.
Honestly, you got so caught up in listening to him that you forgot. You were wet, though. You could feel it. “Oh. Hold on.”
You got up and searched through your backpack. When you found what you were looking for, you turned it on and placed it between your legs.
“Is that…are you using a vibrator?” Harry asked.
“...Yes…”
“And you just have that with you?”
“Well, I brought it in case I got bored… or horny,” you shrugged.
Harry chuckled. “You’re adorable, but also naughty. You were going to masturbate in my bed and not tell me?”
“I would've washed the sheets.”
“Honestly, that’s really hot. Does it feel good?” He asked, swallowing thickly.
“Mmhmm,” you squeaked as the vibrator hit your clit. “So good.”
“Fuck, baby.” Harry’s hand moved faster on his cock. “My naughty girl. Wish I could see you. My cock is so fucking hard right now,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Do you want me to FaceTime you?” you asked.
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“Um, I’m not sure,” you said.
“We’ll stay just as we are, hmm?” he said.
“If you want to…”
“(Y/N), we’re keeping this to a phone call,” Harry replied.
“Ok. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, baby. Please don’t.”
“Ok.”
Harry cleared his throat. “Do you want to turn the vibrator up for me one setting?” he asked.
You clicked the button and turned up the vibration. “Oh my God,” you said breathily. “Shit.”
“Yeah, baby? Feels good?”
“So good,” you moaned.
“Do you think I’d feel better?” he asked.
“Fuck,” you whined, pushing the vibrator harder on your clit. “Yes. Yes, definitely.”
“I’d make you feel so good, baby. So good,” Harry said. “Fuck.”
“Harry,” you whined.
“I’m here baby. What do you need?”
“You.”
“Fuck. I know. I wish I was there too, baby. Is it alright if I talk you through it?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Harry, please,” you whined.
“That’s my good girl. Talk to me. Are you close?” He asked.
“Mmhmm. Yeah. I feel tingly.”
“Tingly’s good. Tingly’s great,” Harry said. “You have the vibrator on your clit?”
“Yes,” you giggled.
“Push it harder for me, ok?” You did so and moaned. Harry smiled. “Good girl. Feels good?”
“Yes. Are-are you-?”
“Believe me, baby, I am. I’m so fucking close,” he gritted.
“Why don’t you cum?”
“I’m holding it for you, honey. I wanna cum together.”
“You don’t have to wait for me.”
“I’ll always wait for you, (Y/N),” Harry whispered.
You made a sound from deep inside your throat.
“(Y/N), I want you to turn your vibrator off please,” Harry said.
“But-.”
“Don’t argue now, love. Do what I say,” he said sweetly.
“Ok.” You turned the vibrator off and placed it on the bed. “What now?”
“Want you to use your fingers, ok?”
“Ok,” you swallowed.
“Take two fingers and rub them on your clit and then when they’re nice and wet, I want you to put them inside of you. Is that alright with you?”
“Mhmm.”
“Ok. Let me hear you then.”
You did exactly as he said and inserted two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out. You moaned as your fingers went faster.
“Fuck. You sound so wet, baby,” he said. “‘S that all because of me?”
“Yes, Har. You make me wet all the time,” you admitted.
“Fuck. You make me hard all the time,” he said. “I’ve never been harder than I am right now.”
“You can cum, Harry. Want you too.”
“All in due time, honey. Let’s take care of you first.” Harry’s cock was nearly purple. Pre-cum was spilling out the top. It looked painful, but he wanted to wait for you. “Keep pumping those fingers for me. You’re doing so well.”
A few more pumps with a few rubs to your clit and your legs were shaking. “Har, I’m gonna cum.”
Harry pumped his cock faster, imagining it was you on top of him. “Me-me too,” he said.
You both moaned and came together, shaking and sweaty. “Shit,” Harry said.
“Wow,” you whispered.
“Are you alright?” He wondered.
“I’m good. You?”
“Great,” he smiled.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” you chuckled.
“Do you regret it?”
“No! Not at all!” You said. “Just a little… embarrassed."
“Don’t be embarrassed. It was just our voices, right? And we had some fun,” Harry said. “Right?”
“Right. I know. I have to get out of my head.”
“Exactly. Get cleaned up and then get to sleep. Thank you for cumming with me.”
Oh my god, LOVE WHAT? What do you even mean?? Don’t say that! THIS WAS AMAZING OMG, I love how they haven’t had sex sex yet, it’s great that there’s a build up!
Plus, I love their dynamic! Harry is sooo sweet! ❤️
Heyyyy guys! Back with another part. It was a bit delayed because I had a crazy month, but anywho, enjoy!
WARNINGS: period, cursing, body insecurity, sweet cuth fluff, phone sex, masturbating, all that fun stuff
wc: 5,634
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It seemed like everyday after work, you and Harry would be at each other’s houses. You never stayed the night. It sometimes led to makeout sessions. Other times it was just relaxing on the couch watching TV after an exhausting day.
About two weeks after you signed the paperwork, you were late to Harry’s house.
Babe, you ok? he texted
I’m so sorry. I’ll be right over
It’s ok. I was just getting worried, Harry said
I’m ok 🙂 Be there in 10
Ok
When you showed up, Harry gave you a kiss. “Hey, babe. I made chicken parm and potatoes. We can have some wine,” he said.
You groaned. “I might take mine to go.”
Harry put the spoon down. “You sick? What’s wrong?” He put a hand up to your head.
You shook your head. “My stomach hurts. That’s all.”
“You didn’t have to come over if you aren’t feeling well.”
“I wanted to see you,” you said, giving him a peck. “And I wanted to see Donald.” The dog came running over to you, waiting for you to pet him.
“You see me all day. Seriously, if you don’t feel well, just tell me,” Harry said. “I won’t be mad.”
You hummed and grabbed a plate. “That looks good.”
“Baby,” Harry took your plate from you. “If your stomach hurts you aren’t eating that.”
“It’s not that kind of stomachache,” you said.
“Hmm?”
“Can I have some please?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes.
“(Y/N).”
“Please,” your voice wobbled.
“Will you talk to me?” He wiped away a tear.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just eat. Please,” you said, sniffling.
Harry put a hand on his hip and leaned against the counter. “You’re upset. You’re not feeling well. Something’s up.”
“You know,” you shrugged.
“I don’t,” he shook his head. “That’s why I need you to talk to me.”
You sighed. “It’s women things,” you said, biting your lip nervously.
“Oh,” he let out a breath of relief. “Ok. I’m sorry. Did you want a heating pad?”
“I’m ok, Harry. Really.”
“You don’t have to be nervous to talk to me about your period,” Harry said.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“What?” He said. “It’s natural.”
You shrugged.
“C’mere,” he said, taking your hand. Harry led you into the bathroom. He leaned down to show you the cabinet that was filled with pads, tampons, heating pads, Tylenol, and a bunch of other things. “Take what you need.”
“Harry. You have all this?”
“I told you, I have a sister,” he chuckled. “If you need anything else, I have some stuff in the kitchen. I can also get you anything you need, ok?”
You nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can we eat now?” You asked.
“Sure.”
You both went back to the kitchen, eating dinner. You only ate a little bit. Harry gave you a piece of chocolate, which you gladly accepted.
When you finished, Harry led you to his bed. “Rest. I’ll get you a heating pad.”
“Oh. I don’t want to leak…”
“That’s what a washing machine is for,” he said. “Get in the bed.”
“But…”
“Baby, please lie in the bed,” Harry said.
You got in, carefully. Harry got you Tylenol, a heating pad, and Donald snuggled up next to you. “Need anything else?”
“Can we cuddle?”
Harry smiled. “I happen to be excellent at that.” He climbed into bed next to you. He put his arms around you, and you put your head into his shoulder. “How’s your tummy?” He asked.
“A bit better.”
“Good,” he kissed your forehead. “Can I rub it?”
“Yes, but above my shirt, please,” you whispered.
“Whatever you want, honey.” Harry reached his big hand down and rubbed over your stomach.
You hummed. After a few minutes, you said, “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Sorry I was so moody,” you chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I understand.” Harry pulled you closer to him, giving you a kiss on your forehead.
“You’re the best boyfriend.”
Harry smiled. “I try. I really do for you.”
Your heart was bursting. He had everything you needed without you telling him or asking. He was so sweet and understanding. Donald was lying by your legs. You were so lucky.
“Most guys would turn away at the first mention of a period.”
“Most guys suck,” Harry replied.
You giggled. “True.”
“Get some sleep, ok?”
“Ok,” you hummed. “Sweet dreams.”
“Yes, they will be.”
You smiled. “Good night, Har.”
“Night, baby.”
And that was how you wound up sleeping over Harry’s place for the first time.
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When you woke up the next day, Harry was already up. He walked into the bedroom with a plate full of breakfast for you. “G’morning, honey. Feeling alright to eat?” He asked.
“I feel fine now,” you said, sitting up.
“You’re going to stay in bed, alright?”
“But, we have work,” you said, biting your toast.
“But, you’re not feeling well.” Harry bit into his banana.
You chuckled. “I have my period. I’m not dying.”
“Too late. Called the boss, told him you can't come in.”
You giggled. “You’re the boss.”
“Right. And the boss says to stay home.”
“Harry.”
“You don’t have any clothes anyway. As much as I’d love to see you in your undies, I don’t think that’s appropriate for the office.”
You finished your breakfast quickly. “Can you drive me home quickly? I’ll be really really fast. I promise.”
“But, honey bunny, I thought your tummy hurt.” He frowned.
“Last night it did, but I feel better now.”
“You promise me that if you don’t feel good, you’ll take a break?” He asked.
“I promise,” you kissed his cheek.
Harry hummed. He drove you to your place, where you quickly got ready. When you got back into Harry’s car, there was not much time to get to the office, but you made it with minutes to spare.
The truth was… you were in pain, but you a. Didn’t want to take a day off and b. Not let Harry know you were in pain because he would have worried too much.
You worked for a few hours until Harry came to your desk to see how you were feeling. “I’m ok,” you told him.
“You sure?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Ok. Well come here. I want to show you something.”
You got up to follow him into his office. He opened a closet door. “This closet is full of everything you might need when you get your period - pads, tampons, Tylenol, chocolate, a heating pad, snacks, etc. Anyone who menstruates in here can use this. Please let them know it’s here and feel free to take from it anytime, ok?”
You nodded because you couldn’t get any words out. Your throat had a big lump in it as tears welled up.
“You alright?” Harry asked, putting his hand on your back.
You nodded. “This is so sweet. You’re so sweet.” You wiped away a tear.
Harry pulled you in for a hug and kissed the side of your head. “Want you to take a longer lunch break today.”
“No, Harry. I’m ok really.”
“As your boss, I’m telling you to take a longer break,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” you turned to face him. “And what do you tell me as my boyfriend?”
“I’d tell you to stay home in bed and let me come cuddle you on breaks and after work, but you’re too stubborn for that,” he said, booping you on the nose.
“I let you cuddle me.”
“Yeah, but you insist on coming to work,” he said.
“Well, I have to make sure my boss is staying in line,” you said, grabbing his tie.
“Well…”
“Hey, Harry. Do you have the…” a man named Bob stepped into his office.
You both stepped apart from each other and cleared your throats. “....paperwork for the buyer? Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Harry straightened his tie. “Just discussing something with (Y/N). I have the paperwork right here.” He went over to his desk, picked up a stack of papers, and handed it to Bob.
“Thanks.” He left and you let out a breath.
“Ok. That was too close. I should get back to my desk,” you said.
Harry grabbed your wrist before you left. “Promise me you’ll take a break if you need it.”
“I promise.”
He kissed your forehead. “That’s my girl.”
You went back to work. When it came time for lunch, you did take an extended break. You ate and then went to your car to take a quick nap.
When you woke up, your phone was frantically going off and you saw Harry standing outside your car, taping on the window. You looked at the time. Over two hours had passed. “Oh my God!” You sat up.
You unlocked the door for Harry and he got in. “When I said take an extended break, I didn’t mean that long,” he smirked.
“I’m so sorry!” You straightened yourself out. “I’ll get right back to work. I’ll even stay later. Sorry!”
“Baby, I’m joking,” he said. “You seem like you really needed that nap. You alright?”
“Yes. Sorry. I get really tired sometimes when I’m on my period. I forgot to set an alarm.”
“Stop saying sorry. I just came out here because I got worried because you weren’t answering your phone. I thought you died or something,” he said.
“Sometimes it feels like that,” you chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” Harry frowned. “Want to go home?”
“No! No! I can’t go home. I have to get back to work!” You opened your car door and got out, walking back towards the building. Harry followed behind you, quickly catching up.
“You know, if you go home, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said.
“Harry. I’m fine,” you said, just as a big cramp kicked in. You groaned slightly.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Positive. I go through this every month and will for probably the next 20 years or so. I’m ok.”
“Ok, but if you ever aren’t, for whatever reason, you don’t have to be brave. You can curl up in the fetal position and relax,” Harry said.
As you stepped off the elevator to your floor, you hummed. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that one day, Mr. Styles, but right now, I have work to do.”
You sat down at your desk and Harry shook his head, chuckling. “You’re so stubborn,” he mumbled, walking back into his office.
You sat at your desk the rest of the day with your stomach in pain. When everyone was gone, Harry gave you a kiss on your forehead, walked you to your car, and you both went home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About an hour later, you had just showered and were standing in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your head, heating up dinner.
There was a knock on your door. As the microwave beeped, you walked over to the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to see Harry there. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
“I’ll leave you alone. I just wanted to give you these flowers and this stuffie of a dog that looks like Donald, so you can snuggle him anytime you want. I know you’re relaxing, so I’ll just go. I hope you feel better,” he said.
Harry started to walk away, but you stopped him. “Do you want to come in?”
“Oh it's ok. I shouldn’t bother you. I’ll let you rest.”
“I want you to come in,” you said.
Harry sighed and walked through the door. You put the flowers in a vase and hugged the fake Donald. You took your hair out of the towel and went to the bathroom to brush it.
Harry stood in the doorway and smiled at you. “How are you feeling, honey?”
“Mmm,” you groaned. “My stomach hurts again.”
He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting them on your stomach. “Want me to rub it?”
“You don’t have to.”
“Are you ok with me doing it?” He asked.
You nodded. Harry hummed. “Can I put my hands under your shirt?”
“Ok.”
When Harry’s big hands found your stomach, it felt so good. However, you winced thinking he would be grossed out by it.
“You alright?” He cooed.
“Sorry.”
“For what, honey?”
“My stomach,” you replied.
“Why are you apologizing for a body part?” He wondered.
“Because it’s not flat and you can probably feel the stretch marks,” you said.
Harry sighed, taking his hands off your stomach. “(Y/N). We’ve talked about this.” A single tear fell out of your eye and Harry wiped it away. “Baby.”
“Sorry,” you sniffled.
Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. “I’m obsessed with every single part of you, ok?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Inside and out,” he said.
“You haven’t seen all of them,” you whispered.
“Not yet, but I know I like them because they’re a part of you,” he replied. “Now, can I go back to rubbing your stomach or would you like me to stop?”
You took Harry’s hand and led him to the bedroom. You laid down on your bed. Harry raised an eyebrow.
You closed your eyes and lifted your shirt. “Go ahead."
He climbed onto the bed next to you and put his warm hand on your stomach. “You’re not just doing this for me, right? You are actually ok with this?”
“Yes,” you swallowed. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
Harry hummed and massaged your stomach. His hands felt so good that any thoughts of what he thought about your stomach went right out the window. You hummed in delight.
The both of you laid in silence as Harry rubbed your stomach. Since your eyes were closed, you were shocked when you felt his lips touch your stomach. You opened your eyes and saw him giving it pecks. When you made eye contact, he smiled. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
You ran your hand through his hair, humming. He didn't stop until every inch was kissed. You might have been in pain before, but Harry was not making you think about it, which you were so thankful for.
When Harry stopped kissing your stomach, he put his hands on it again and then kissed your lips. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“I know that was scary, but thank you for letting me see more of you,” Harry said. “I’m never ever judging you.” He had a loving look in his eyes.
“You make me feel so safe,” you said, holding onto his hands. “Like I have no insecurities."
“That’s all I want,” he said, kissing your hand. “Want you to trust me and feel safe around me.”
“I do.”
“Great,” he said. “Now, did you want a heating pad?”
You shook your head. “I think your hands have magical powers cause I feel better now.”
Harry smiled. “Guess my work here is done, hmm?” He went to get off the bed, but you stopped him.
“Wait. You’re leaving?”
“Want me to stay?” He asked.
“Please.”
Harry held out his hand. “You need to eat and then we can come back here and cuddle, ok?”
“Ok.”
You made your way to the kitchen to grab your food from the microwave. You ate. Harry grabbed some chips, claiming he ate before he came.
When you were done eating, you felt really full. You rubbed your stomach and let out a sigh. “Eating all of that food made me tired.”
Harry smiled. “Wanna go back to bed, baby?”
“Yes please.” The two of you climbed into bed. Harry made sure you were comfortable and feeling ok before he laid down on top of your stomach. “How long can you stay?” You played with his hair.
“I’ll stay overnight if you’d like.”
“What about Donald?” You asked.
“I have a neighbor watching him,” Harry drew small circles on your stomach.
“So… you planned this?” You smirked.
“I hoped for it. I had them on standby, but I texted them and asked if they could watch him for the night. They happily accepted. They’ve got a little kid, so she’s super happy to have a dog in the house,” Harry said.
“That’s sweet. You should start leaving clothes here,” you suggested.
“Yeah?” Harry smiled.
“Yeah. Other things too that you would need for an overnight. You know, if you'd like to stay over more,” you shrugged.
He hummed. “I want you to do the same.”
“Ok,” you whispered.
“Ok,” Harry replied.
You laid in silence for a minute or two as Harry rubbed your stomach. “Hey, Har?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you getting bored with me?”
Harry picked his head up and widened his eyes. “What!? No! Why d’ya think that?”
“Cause we’re not having sex,” you shrugged.
“Baby,” he sighed. “I’m not with you for the sex. Well, ok, when we do have it, I won’t complain, but that’s not why I’m with you. I’m never bored with you. You make me so happy. I promised you we’d go at your pace and I’m sticking to that.”
“Are you sure?” You asked, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Positive.” Harry leaned forward and kissed you. “I-.”
You looked at him, waiting for him to finish talking. “Hmm?”
“I….was wondering if you’d mind if I took my shirt off to sleep since I don’t have any other clothes.”
“Oh,” you shook your head. “No. Be my guest.”
Harry sat up and took his shirt off. He kicked his shoes off and stretched. You bit your lip as you took him in, wishing you weren’t on your period right now.
“If you’d like to take a picture, I’m sure it would last longer,” Harry chuckled, looking back at you.
“You’re my boyfriend. I’m allowed to stare.”
He smiled. “Stare, touch, lick. You can do whatever.”
You chuckled and pushed him gently on the arm. Harry cheesed at you and then pulled you close to him.
“Are we going to sleep? It’s 8pm,” you asked.
“You said you were tired.”
“Tired as in, I just want to lay here and rot and not do anything, but we don’t have to go to sleep,” you explained.
“Ok. Well, we’ll lay here and talk and whenever you fall asleep, that’s fine,” Harry kissed your forehead.
You nodded. Harry talked about Donald and the little girl next door and within 20 minutes, you were asleep in his arms. He stayed there the whole night, eventually falling asleep with you.
~~~~~~
As the week went on, your symptoms got better, but Harry insisted on taking care of you anyway.
~~~~~~
It was finally time for you to watch Donald as Harry went away for the weekend. He stood at his door and kissed you, not wanting to let go. “‘M gonna miss you so much,” he pouted.
“It’s only for a few days. I’ll call you every day, ok?” You said, giving him a kiss.
“Promise?”
“I promise,” you said. “It’ll be good practice for being away from you.”
“I don’t ever plan on being away from you again,” Harry said.
You giggled. “Well, we’ll need some separation sometime.”
“Mmmm mmm. I’m sticking to you like glue,” he said.
“Oh boy,” you giggled. “You better get going or you're going to miss your flight.”
“I wish you could come with me,” he said.
“Me too, but we can’t always get what we want,” you said.
Harry sighed. He leaned down to pet Donald and then gave him a kiss. “You be good for (Y/N). Ok, buddy?”
Donald barked and licked Harry. “I love you. I’ll see you soon,” Harry said.
He stood up and asked you to walk him out to the car that was picking him up. “Text me if there’s an emergency, ok? Or if you miss me or whatever.”
“Ok,” you smiled. “Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. I’ll miss you.”
“Miss you already,” he said, giving you one last kiss and getting into the car.
After he left, you ate a late breakfast. Then, you took Donald out for a walk and played with him for a bit until he got tired and took a nap.
While he rested you read your book. A few hours passed and your phone rang. It was Harry. “Hello?”
“Hey baby. I landed. I’m heading to baggage claim now,” he said.
“I’m glad you had a safe flight.”
“I missed you the whole time,” he said.
“I missed you too. Don’t let me hold you up. Get your bags and then get something to eat before you head to your hotel,” you said.
“No. I want to talk to you. What are you doing?”
“I was just reading and Donald’s sleeping,” you said.
“What are you reading?”
“It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey,” you said. You explained to him what it was about.
“A hot fisherman, hmm?” Harry said. “Sounds spicy.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ve just gotten into it, but I’m sure it is. Tessa’s known for that.”
“Call me when you get to those parts.”
“Harry!”
“What?” You could hear the smirk in your voice. “I like the spicy parts.”
“Did you get to baggage claim?” You asked, ignoring his remark.
“Yeah. I’m just waiting now.”
“Ok.” A few moments of silence went through the phone. You cleared your throat. “I’ll let you get settled.”
“No!”
“Harry,” you chuckled. “I can’t stay on the phone with you all day.”
“Not all day. Just until I have to do training,” he said.
You shook your head. As you adjusted your position on the couch, Donald jumped up. “Oh! Donny woke up. Hi baby. Daddy’s on the phone.”
“Hi, buddy. I miss you so much,” he said.
Donald barked and wagged his tail. “He misses you too, Har,” you said.
You heard some fumbling on the line, assuming Harry got his bag. “Should I just get a smoothie or a big hearty lunch?” He asked.
“Get whatever you want. I might order lunch myself.”
“Can we eat and Facetime?” He asked.
You giggled. “Sure.”
“Great. When you have your food, call me back,” he said.
“Ok.”
You looked through Uber Eats and ordered your food. As you waited for your food to arrive, you fed Donald. He inhaled his food and water, making you laugh.
When your food arrived, you set it out on the table, grabbed a drink, and opened up your food. After you were settled, you Facetimed Harry. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi,” you said, sipping your drink. “What’d you get?”
“A milkshake. It made me think of you and then I had to get it,” he said. You smiled. “What about you?”
“A sandwich from Panera.”
“Hold it up. Let me see,” Harry said. You held it up to the screen and Harry drooled. “That looks so good.”
You shrugged. “It’s alright.”
He smiled. “Don’t try to make me feel better. I know it’s delicious.”
You took a bite. “Ok. Yeah. That’s amazing.”
Harry chuckled and then sighed. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, but it’s only a few days. And you have to do this to be the best boss ever,” you said.
“I’m not already?” He smirked.
“Well, to me, yes you are, but for everyone else.”
Harry hummed as he ate. After a minute, you said, “Don’t you have orientation soon?”
He looked at the time. “I guess I can't be late for that, hmm?”
“It wouldn’t look good.”
“Ok,” he threw out his empty milkshake cup. “Stay on the phone with me til I get to my hotel?”
“Sure. Although my other boyfriend is coming over soon,” you joked.
Harry gasped. “You’d cheat on Donald?”
“He’s ok with it, as long as I still give him belly rubs,” you giggled.
He smiled. “Well, I’m not ok with it.” Harry walked through the airport. You laughed.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You finished your lunch. “I’ll tell him to stay home.”
“Thank you,” he said.
You giggled and shook your head. “I’m lucky I got one boyfriend. Two would be a miracle.”
“Don’t say that. You don’t realize how many men size you up when we’re out,” Harry said.
“Yeah. Ok.”
“I’m serious,” he said.
You scoffed. “Whatever.”
“Hold on a sec, baby,” he said, hailing a taxi. He told them the address, put his bags in the back, and got in the car. As he did all that, you picked up your book and read.
Harry didn’t say anything for a bit as he rode in the car. When you finished the chapter, you looked at your screen. He was beaming at you.
“What?”
"You're so cute,” he said.
You blushed. “I’m just reading.”
“Yeah, but you make these cute little expressions when you read. I’m obsessed,” he said.
“Oh,” you turned even redder. A few more minutes passed and Harry arrived at his hotel.
When he got to his room, he laid down on the bed and continued to Facetime you. “Har, you need to get ready to go soon. You have important things to do,” you said.
He pouted. “I wish I could just talk to you all day.”
“I know, but you have to work, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”
“Can you send me pictures throughout the day, so I feel like I’m there?” Harry asked.
“Sure,” you giggled. “Now, go!”
“Ok. Bye baby. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. Get to it, boss man.”
“Ok. Bye,” he said, except he didn’t hang up.
“Harry…. I’ll hang up on you.”
“How rude!”
You giggled. “It’s for your own good. Bye Har.”
“Talk later.”
“Yes.” You hung up the phone and charged it, as that call drained most of your battery.
As Harry went through training, you read a lot of your book. You took a break to walk Donald, take a bathroom break yourself, and fill up your water bottle, but, then you got right back into it.
When you got to a spicy scene, you snapped a picture of it and sent it to Harry. He didn’t answer, but you didn’t expect him to since he was in training.
You took a break from your book and decided to watch TV. Reruns of Friends were on, which always made you laugh. You laid on the couch for longer than you’d like to admit until you were hungry for dinner.
Harry had left some food for you and also had frozen food. You decided on chicken and rice. As you heated up the food, you fed the dog.
The quiet was kind of nice, but now it was sinking in that you missed Harry. As you ate, Donald finished, and he played with a toy around the house. You threw it to him when you were done eating and tired him out after an hour.
When it came time for bed, you went through your bag and realized you forgot to pack pjs. You opened one of Harry’s drawers, found a shirt, smelled it, and then put it over your head.
Before climbing into his bed, you stopped in front of his mirror and snapped a photo.
Is it ok if I wear this? I forgot my pjs 🤦🏼♀️, you texted him.
When he didn’t answer right away, you laid in his bed and read more of your book. About an hour later, as the book was getting down and dirty, your phone lit up with Harry’s name.
You smiled. “Hi, Har. How was the training?”
“Baby,” he said, sounding out of breath.
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” He asked.
“What?” You snuggled into bed.
“First, you send me that filthy passage from your book, and then I open my phone to you in my t-shirt, bare-legged, asking if you can wear it?”
“Oh yeah. Sorry. I kind of put it on already,” you shrugged.
“Baby, that’s fine. Shit. This is all too much.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“What are you doing?” Harry wondered.
“Just lying in bed. Is that ok?”
“Shit. You’re lying in my bed, in my t-shirt?” He asked.
“Yeah. Is that ok?” You bit your lip.
Harry swallowed thickly. “God, I wish I were there right now. This stupid training.”
“How was it?”
“Baby, I don’t want to talk about the training right now,” he said in a whisper.
“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, running your finger over his comforter.
Harry licked his lips. “I don’t want to do a whole lot of talking.”
When you heard him adjusting himself on the bed and the sound of a slippery hand, you understood. “Oh.”
“Fuck,” he said so quietly. “Fuck, baby. I miss you. I need you.”
“I miss you too.”
You heard a faint moan coming from Harry, and you blushed. “Sorry,” he said. “If this is making you uncomfortable, I can hang up. I just- you’ve got me all riled up, honey.”
“I’m not uncomfortable.”
“No? Good. I am a bit.”
“Oh. Well, I can hang up,” you stammered.
“More, achy than uncomfortable,” Harry said breathlessly.
“Oh.”
More words weren’t exchanged except for a few moans from Harry. “Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry, but are you… touching yourself?” Harry wondered.
Honestly, you got so caught up in listening to him that you forgot. You were wet, though. You could feel it. “Oh. Hold on.”
You got up and searched through your backpack. When you found what you were looking for, you turned it on and placed it between your legs.
“Is that…are you using a vibrator?” Harry asked.
“...Yes…”
“And you just have that with you?”
“Well, I brought it in case I got bored… or horny,” you shrugged.
Harry chuckled. “You’re adorable, but also naughty. You were going to masturbate in my bed and not tell me?”
“I would've washed the sheets.”
“Honestly, that’s really hot. Does it feel good?” He asked, swallowing thickly.
“Mmhmm,” you squeaked as the vibrator hit your clit. “So good.”
“Fuck, baby.” Harry’s hand moved faster on his cock. “My naughty girl. Wish I could see you. My cock is so fucking hard right now,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Do you want me to FaceTime you?” you asked.
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“Um, I’m not sure,” you said.
“We’ll stay just as we are, hmm?” he said.
“If you want to…”
“(Y/N), we’re keeping this to a phone call,” Harry replied.
“Ok. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, baby. Please don’t.”
“Ok.”
Harry cleared his throat. “Do you want to turn the vibrator up for me one setting?” he asked.
You clicked the button and turned up the vibration. “Oh my God,” you said breathily. “Shit.”
“Yeah, baby? Feels good?”
“So good,” you moaned.
“Do you think I’d feel better?” he asked.
“Fuck,” you whined, pushing the vibrator harder on your clit. “Yes. Yes, definitely.”
“I’d make you feel so good, baby. So good,” Harry said. “Fuck.”
“Harry,” you whined.
“I’m here baby. What do you need?”
“You.”
“Fuck. I know. I wish I was there too, baby. Is it alright if I talk you through it?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Harry, please,” you whined.
“That’s my good girl. Talk to me. Are you close?” He asked.
“Mmhmm. Yeah. I feel tingly.”
“Tingly’s good. Tingly’s great,” Harry said. “You have the vibrator on your clit?”
“Yes,” you giggled.
“Push it harder for me, ok?” You did so and moaned. Harry smiled. “Good girl. Feels good?”
“Yes. Are-are you-?”
“Believe me, baby, I am. I’m so fucking close,” he gritted.
“Why don’t you cum?”
“I’m holding it for you, honey. I wanna cum together.”
“You don’t have to wait for me.”
“I’ll always wait for you, (Y/N),” Harry whispered.
You made a sound from deep inside your throat.
“(Y/N), I want you to turn your vibrator off please,” Harry said.
“But-.”
“Don’t argue now, love. Do what I say,” he said sweetly.
“Ok.” You turned the vibrator off and placed it on the bed. “What now?”
“Want you to use your fingers, ok?”
“Ok,” you swallowed.
“Take two fingers and rub them on your clit and then when they’re nice and wet, I want you to put them inside of you. Is that alright with you?”
“Mhmm.”
“Ok. Let me hear you then.”
You did exactly as he said and inserted two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out. You moaned as your fingers went faster.
“Fuck. You sound so wet, baby,” he said. “‘S that all because of me?”
“Yes, Har. You make me wet all the time,” you admitted.
“Fuck. You make me hard all the time,” he said. “I’ve never been harder than I am right now.”
“You can cum, Harry. Want you too.”
“All in due time, honey. Let’s take care of you first.” Harry’s cock was nearly purple. Pre-cum was spilling out the top. It looked painful, but he wanted to wait for you. “Keep pumping those fingers for me. You’re doing so well.”
A few more pumps with a few rubs to your clit and your legs were shaking. “Har, I’m gonna cum.”
Harry pumped his cock faster, imagining it was you on top of him. “Me-me too,” he said.
You both moaned and came together, shaking and sweaty. “Shit,” Harry said.
“Wow,” you whispered.
“Are you alright?” He wondered.
“I’m good. You?”
“Great,” he smiled.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” you chuckled.
“Do you regret it?”
“No! Not at all!” You said. “Just a little… embarrassed."
“Don’t be embarrassed. It was just our voices, right? And we had some fun,” Harry said. “Right?”
“Right. I know. I have to get out of my head.”
“Exactly. Get cleaned up and then get to sleep. Thank you for cumming with me.”
Heyyyy guys! Back with another part. It was a bit delayed because I had a crazy month, but anywho, enjoy!
WARNINGS: period, cursing, body insecurity, sweet cuth fluff, phone sex, masturbating, all that fun stuff
wc: 5,634
read the rest of the series here
It seemed like everyday after work, you and Harry would be at each other’s houses. You never stayed the night. It sometimes led to makeout sessions. Other times it was just relaxing on the couch watching TV after an exhausting day.
About two weeks after you signed the paperwork, you were late to Harry’s house.
Babe, you ok? he texted
I’m so sorry. I’ll be right over
It’s ok. I was just getting worried, Harry said
I’m ok 🙂 Be there in 10
Ok
When you showed up, Harry gave you a kiss. “Hey, babe. I made chicken parm and potatoes. We can have some wine,” he said.
You groaned. “I might take mine to go.”
Harry put the spoon down. “You sick? What’s wrong?” He put a hand up to your head.
You shook your head. “My stomach hurts. That’s all.”
“You didn’t have to come over if you aren’t feeling well.”
“I wanted to see you,” you said, giving him a peck. “And I wanted to see Donald.” The dog came running over to you, waiting for you to pet him.
“You see me all day. Seriously, if you don’t feel well, just tell me,” Harry said. “I won’t be mad.”
You hummed and grabbed a plate. “That looks good.”
“Baby,” Harry took your plate from you. “If your stomach hurts you aren’t eating that.”
“It’s not that kind of stomachache,” you said.
“Hmm?”
“Can I have some please?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes.
“(Y/N).”
“Please,” your voice wobbled.
“Will you talk to me?” He wiped away a tear.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just eat. Please,” you said, sniffling.
Harry put a hand on his hip and leaned against the counter. “You’re upset. You’re not feeling well. Something’s up.”
“You know,” you shrugged.
“I don’t,” he shook his head. “That’s why I need you to talk to me.”
You sighed. “It’s women things,” you said, biting your lip nervously.
“Oh,” he let out a breath of relief. “Ok. I’m sorry. Did you want a heating pad?”
“I’m ok, Harry. Really.”
“You don’t have to be nervous to talk to me about your period,” Harry said.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“What?” He said. “It’s natural.”
You shrugged.
“C’mere,” he said, taking your hand. Harry led you into the bathroom. He leaned down to show you the cabinet that was filled with pads, tampons, heating pads, Tylenol, and a bunch of other things. “Take what you need.”
“Harry. You have all this?”
“I told you, I have a sister,” he chuckled. “If you need anything else, I have some stuff in the kitchen. I can also get you anything you need, ok?”
You nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can we eat now?” You asked.
“Sure.”
You both went back to the kitchen, eating dinner. You only ate a little bit. Harry gave you a piece of chocolate, which you gladly accepted.
When you finished, Harry led you to his bed. “Rest. I’ll get you a heating pad.”
“Oh. I don’t want to leak…”
“That’s what a washing machine is for,” he said. “Get in the bed.”
“But…”
“Baby, please lie in the bed,” Harry said.
You got in, carefully. Harry got you Tylenol, a heating pad, and Donald snuggled up next to you. “Need anything else?”
“Can we cuddle?”
Harry smiled. “I happen to be excellent at that.” He climbed into bed next to you. He put his arms around you, and you put your head into his shoulder. “How’s your tummy?” He asked.
“A bit better.”
“Good,” he kissed your forehead. “Can I rub it?”
“Yes, but above my shirt, please,” you whispered.
“Whatever you want, honey.” Harry reached his big hand down and rubbed over your stomach.
You hummed. After a few minutes, you said, “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Sorry I was so moody,” you chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I understand.” Harry pulled you closer to him, giving you a kiss on your forehead.
“You’re the best boyfriend.”
Harry smiled. “I try. I really do for you.”
Your heart was bursting. He had everything you needed without you telling him or asking. He was so sweet and understanding. Donald was lying by your legs. You were so lucky.
“Most guys would turn away at the first mention of a period.”
“Most guys suck,” Harry replied.
You giggled. “True.”
“Get some sleep, ok?”
“Ok,” you hummed. “Sweet dreams.”
“Yes, they will be.”
You smiled. “Good night, Har.”
“Night, baby.”
And that was how you wound up sleeping over Harry’s place for the first time.
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When you woke up the next day, Harry was already up. He walked into the bedroom with a plate full of breakfast for you. “G’morning, honey. Feeling alright to eat?” He asked.
“I feel fine now,” you said, sitting up.
“You’re going to stay in bed, alright?”
“But, we have work,” you said, biting your toast.
“But, you’re not feeling well.” Harry bit into his banana.
You chuckled. “I have my period. I’m not dying.”
“Too late. Called the boss, told him you can't come in.”
You giggled. “You’re the boss.”
“Right. And the boss says to stay home.”
“Harry.”
“You don’t have any clothes anyway. As much as I’d love to see you in your undies, I don’t think that’s appropriate for the office.”
You finished your breakfast quickly. “Can you drive me home quickly? I’ll be really really fast. I promise.”
“But, honey bunny, I thought your tummy hurt.” He frowned.
“Last night it did, but I feel better now.”
“You promise me that if you don’t feel good, you’ll take a break?” He asked.
“I promise,” you kissed his cheek.
Harry hummed. He drove you to your place, where you quickly got ready. When you got back into Harry’s car, there was not much time to get to the office, but you made it with minutes to spare.
The truth was… you were in pain, but you a. Didn’t want to take a day off and b. Not let Harry know you were in pain because he would have worried too much.
You worked for a few hours until Harry came to your desk to see how you were feeling. “I’m ok,” you told him.
“You sure?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Ok. Well come here. I want to show you something.”
You got up to follow him into his office. He opened a closet door. “This closet is full of everything you might need when you get your period - pads, tampons, Tylenol, chocolate, a heating pad, snacks, etc. Anyone who menstruates in here can use this. Please let them know it’s here and feel free to take from it anytime, ok?”
You nodded because you couldn’t get any words out. Your throat had a big lump in it as tears welled up.
“You alright?” Harry asked, putting his hand on your back.
You nodded. “This is so sweet. You’re so sweet.” You wiped away a tear.
Harry pulled you in for a hug and kissed the side of your head. “Want you to take a longer lunch break today.”
“No, Harry. I’m ok really.”
“As your boss, I’m telling you to take a longer break,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” you turned to face him. “And what do you tell me as my boyfriend?”
“I’d tell you to stay home in bed and let me come cuddle you on breaks and after work, but you’re too stubborn for that,” he said, booping you on the nose.
“I let you cuddle me.”
“Yeah, but you insist on coming to work,” he said.
“Well, I have to make sure my boss is staying in line,” you said, grabbing his tie.
“Well…”
“Hey, Harry. Do you have the…” a man named Bob stepped into his office.
You both stepped apart from each other and cleared your throats. “....paperwork for the buyer? Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Harry straightened his tie. “Just discussing something with (Y/N). I have the paperwork right here.” He went over to his desk, picked up a stack of papers, and handed it to Bob.
“Thanks.” He left and you let out a breath.
“Ok. That was too close. I should get back to my desk,” you said.
Harry grabbed your wrist before you left. “Promise me you’ll take a break if you need it.”
“I promise.”
He kissed your forehead. “That’s my girl.”
You went back to work. When it came time for lunch, you did take an extended break. You ate and then went to your car to take a quick nap.
When you woke up, your phone was frantically going off and you saw Harry standing outside your car, taping on the window. You looked at the time. Over two hours had passed. “Oh my God!” You sat up.
You unlocked the door for Harry and he got in. “When I said take an extended break, I didn’t mean that long,” he smirked.
“I’m so sorry!” You straightened yourself out. “I’ll get right back to work. I’ll even stay later. Sorry!”
“Baby, I’m joking,” he said. “You seem like you really needed that nap. You alright?”
“Yes. Sorry. I get really tired sometimes when I’m on my period. I forgot to set an alarm.”
“Stop saying sorry. I just came out here because I got worried because you weren’t answering your phone. I thought you died or something,” he said.
“Sometimes it feels like that,” you chuckled.
“I’m sorry,” Harry frowned. “Want to go home?”
“No! No! I can’t go home. I have to get back to work!” You opened your car door and got out, walking back towards the building. Harry followed behind you, quickly catching up.
“You know, if you go home, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said.
“Harry. I’m fine,” you said, just as a big cramp kicked in. You groaned slightly.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Positive. I go through this every month and will for probably the next 20 years or so. I’m ok.”
“Ok, but if you ever aren’t, for whatever reason, you don’t have to be brave. You can curl up in the fetal position and relax,” Harry said.
As you stepped off the elevator to your floor, you hummed. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that one day, Mr. Styles, but right now, I have work to do.”
You sat down at your desk and Harry shook his head, chuckling. “You’re so stubborn,” he mumbled, walking back into his office.
You sat at your desk the rest of the day with your stomach in pain. When everyone was gone, Harry gave you a kiss on your forehead, walked you to your car, and you both went home.
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About an hour later, you had just showered and were standing in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your head, heating up dinner.
There was a knock on your door. As the microwave beeped, you walked over to the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to see Harry there. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
“I’ll leave you alone. I just wanted to give you these flowers and this stuffie of a dog that looks like Donald, so you can snuggle him anytime you want. I know you’re relaxing, so I’ll just go. I hope you feel better,” he said.
Harry started to walk away, but you stopped him. “Do you want to come in?”
“Oh it's ok. I shouldn’t bother you. I’ll let you rest.”
“I want you to come in,” you said.
Harry sighed and walked through the door. You put the flowers in a vase and hugged the fake Donald. You took your hair out of the towel and went to the bathroom to brush it.
Harry stood in the doorway and smiled at you. “How are you feeling, honey?”
“Mmm,” you groaned. “My stomach hurts again.”
He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting them on your stomach. “Want me to rub it?”
“You don’t have to.”
“Are you ok with me doing it?” He asked.
You nodded. Harry hummed. “Can I put my hands under your shirt?”
“Ok.”
When Harry’s big hands found your stomach, it felt so good. However, you winced thinking he would be grossed out by it.
“You alright?” He cooed.
“Sorry.”
“For what, honey?”
“My stomach,” you replied.
“Why are you apologizing for a body part?” He wondered.
“Because it’s not flat and you can probably feel the stretch marks,” you said.
Harry sighed, taking his hands off your stomach. “(Y/N). We’ve talked about this.” A single tear fell out of your eye and Harry wiped it away. “Baby.”
“Sorry,” you sniffled.
Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. “I’m obsessed with every single part of you, ok?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Inside and out,” he said.
“You haven’t seen all of them,” you whispered.
“Not yet, but I know I like them because they’re a part of you,” he replied. “Now, can I go back to rubbing your stomach or would you like me to stop?”
You took Harry’s hand and led him to the bedroom. You laid down on your bed. Harry raised an eyebrow.
You closed your eyes and lifted your shirt. “Go ahead."
He climbed onto the bed next to you and put his warm hand on your stomach. “You’re not just doing this for me, right? You are actually ok with this?”
“Yes,” you swallowed. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
Harry hummed and massaged your stomach. His hands felt so good that any thoughts of what he thought about your stomach went right out the window. You hummed in delight.
The both of you laid in silence as Harry rubbed your stomach. Since your eyes were closed, you were shocked when you felt his lips touch your stomach. You opened your eyes and saw him giving it pecks. When you made eye contact, he smiled. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
You ran your hand through his hair, humming. He didn't stop until every inch was kissed. You might have been in pain before, but Harry was not making you think about it, which you were so thankful for.
When Harry stopped kissing your stomach, he put his hands on it again and then kissed your lips. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“I know that was scary, but thank you for letting me see more of you,” Harry said. “I’m never ever judging you.” He had a loving look in his eyes.
“You make me feel so safe,” you said, holding onto his hands. “Like I have no insecurities."
“That’s all I want,” he said, kissing your hand. “Want you to trust me and feel safe around me.”
“I do.”
“Great,” he said. “Now, did you want a heating pad?”
You shook your head. “I think your hands have magical powers cause I feel better now.”
Harry smiled. “Guess my work here is done, hmm?” He went to get off the bed, but you stopped him.
“Wait. You’re leaving?”
“Want me to stay?” He asked.
“Please.”
Harry held out his hand. “You need to eat and then we can come back here and cuddle, ok?”
“Ok.”
You made your way to the kitchen to grab your food from the microwave. You ate. Harry grabbed some chips, claiming he ate before he came.
When you were done eating, you felt really full. You rubbed your stomach and let out a sigh. “Eating all of that food made me tired.”
Harry smiled. “Wanna go back to bed, baby?”
“Yes please.” The two of you climbed into bed. Harry made sure you were comfortable and feeling ok before he laid down on top of your stomach. “How long can you stay?” You played with his hair.
“I’ll stay overnight if you’d like.”
“What about Donald?” You asked.
“I have a neighbor watching him,” Harry drew small circles on your stomach.
“So… you planned this?” You smirked.
“I hoped for it. I had them on standby, but I texted them and asked if they could watch him for the night. They happily accepted. They’ve got a little kid, so she’s super happy to have a dog in the house,” Harry said.
“That’s sweet. You should start leaving clothes here,” you suggested.
“Yeah?” Harry smiled.
“Yeah. Other things too that you would need for an overnight. You know, if you'd like to stay over more,” you shrugged.
He hummed. “I want you to do the same.”
“Ok,” you whispered.
“Ok,” Harry replied.
You laid in silence for a minute or two as Harry rubbed your stomach. “Hey, Har?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you getting bored with me?”
Harry picked his head up and widened his eyes. “What!? No! Why d’ya think that?”
“Cause we’re not having sex,” you shrugged.
“Baby,” he sighed. “I’m not with you for the sex. Well, ok, when we do have it, I won’t complain, but that’s not why I’m with you. I’m never bored with you. You make me so happy. I promised you we’d go at your pace and I’m sticking to that.”
“Are you sure?” You asked, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Positive.” Harry leaned forward and kissed you. “I-.”
You looked at him, waiting for him to finish talking. “Hmm?”
“I….was wondering if you’d mind if I took my shirt off to sleep since I don’t have any other clothes.”
“Oh,” you shook your head. “No. Be my guest.”
Harry sat up and took his shirt off. He kicked his shoes off and stretched. You bit your lip as you took him in, wishing you weren’t on your period right now.
“If you’d like to take a picture, I’m sure it would last longer,” Harry chuckled, looking back at you.
“You’re my boyfriend. I’m allowed to stare.”
He smiled. “Stare, touch, lick. You can do whatever.”
You chuckled and pushed him gently on the arm. Harry cheesed at you and then pulled you close to him.
“Are we going to sleep? It’s 8pm,” you asked.
“You said you were tired.”
“Tired as in, I just want to lay here and rot and not do anything, but we don’t have to go to sleep,” you explained.
“Ok. Well, we’ll lay here and talk and whenever you fall asleep, that’s fine,” Harry kissed your forehead.
You nodded. Harry talked about Donald and the little girl next door and within 20 minutes, you were asleep in his arms. He stayed there the whole night, eventually falling asleep with you.
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As the week went on, your symptoms got better, but Harry insisted on taking care of you anyway.
~~~~~~
It was finally time for you to watch Donald as Harry went away for the weekend. He stood at his door and kissed you, not wanting to let go. “‘M gonna miss you so much,” he pouted.
“It’s only for a few days. I’ll call you every day, ok?” You said, giving him a kiss.
“Promise?”
“I promise,” you said. “It’ll be good practice for being away from you.”
“I don’t ever plan on being away from you again,” Harry said.
You giggled. “Well, we’ll need some separation sometime.”
“Mmmm mmm. I’m sticking to you like glue,” he said.
“Oh boy,” you giggled. “You better get going or you're going to miss your flight.”
“I wish you could come with me,” he said.
“Me too, but we can’t always get what we want,” you said.
Harry sighed. He leaned down to pet Donald and then gave him a kiss. “You be good for (Y/N). Ok, buddy?”
Donald barked and licked Harry. “I love you. I’ll see you soon,” Harry said.
He stood up and asked you to walk him out to the car that was picking him up. “Text me if there’s an emergency, ok? Or if you miss me or whatever.”
“Ok,” you smiled. “Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. I’ll miss you.”
“Miss you already,” he said, giving you one last kiss and getting into the car.
After he left, you ate a late breakfast. Then, you took Donald out for a walk and played with him for a bit until he got tired and took a nap.
While he rested you read your book. A few hours passed and your phone rang. It was Harry. “Hello?”
“Hey baby. I landed. I’m heading to baggage claim now,” he said.
“I’m glad you had a safe flight.”
“I missed you the whole time,” he said.
“I missed you too. Don’t let me hold you up. Get your bags and then get something to eat before you head to your hotel,” you said.
“No. I want to talk to you. What are you doing?”
“I was just reading and Donald’s sleeping,” you said.
“What are you reading?”
“It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey,” you said. You explained to him what it was about.
“A hot fisherman, hmm?” Harry said. “Sounds spicy.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’ve just gotten into it, but I’m sure it is. Tessa’s known for that.”
“Call me when you get to those parts.”
“Harry!”
“What?” You could hear the smirk in your voice. “I like the spicy parts.”
“Did you get to baggage claim?” You asked, ignoring his remark.
“Yeah. I’m just waiting now.”
“Ok.” A few moments of silence went through the phone. You cleared your throat. “I’ll let you get settled.”
“No!”
“Harry,” you chuckled. “I can’t stay on the phone with you all day.”
“Not all day. Just until I have to do training,” he said.
You shook your head. As you adjusted your position on the couch, Donald jumped up. “Oh! Donny woke up. Hi baby. Daddy’s on the phone.”
“Hi, buddy. I miss you so much,” he said.
Donald barked and wagged his tail. “He misses you too, Har,” you said.
You heard some fumbling on the line, assuming Harry got his bag. “Should I just get a smoothie or a big hearty lunch?” He asked.
“Get whatever you want. I might order lunch myself.”
“Can we eat and Facetime?” He asked.
You giggled. “Sure.”
“Great. When you have your food, call me back,” he said.
“Ok.”
You looked through Uber Eats and ordered your food. As you waited for your food to arrive, you fed Donald. He inhaled his food and water, making you laugh.
When your food arrived, you set it out on the table, grabbed a drink, and opened up your food. After you were settled, you Facetimed Harry. “Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi,” you said, sipping your drink. “What’d you get?”
“A milkshake. It made me think of you and then I had to get it,” he said. You smiled. “What about you?”
“A sandwich from Panera.”
“Hold it up. Let me see,” Harry said. You held it up to the screen and Harry drooled. “That looks so good.”
You shrugged. “It’s alright.”
He smiled. “Don’t try to make me feel better. I know it’s delicious.”
You took a bite. “Ok. Yeah. That’s amazing.”
Harry chuckled and then sighed. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, but it’s only a few days. And you have to do this to be the best boss ever,” you said.
“I’m not already?” He smirked.
“Well, to me, yes you are, but for everyone else.”
Harry hummed as he ate. After a minute, you said, “Don’t you have orientation soon?”
He looked at the time. “I guess I can't be late for that, hmm?”
“It wouldn’t look good.”
“Ok,” he threw out his empty milkshake cup. “Stay on the phone with me til I get to my hotel?”
“Sure. Although my other boyfriend is coming over soon,” you joked.
Harry gasped. “You’d cheat on Donald?”
“He’s ok with it, as long as I still give him belly rubs,” you giggled.
He smiled. “Well, I’m not ok with it.” Harry walked through the airport. You laughed.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You finished your lunch. “I’ll tell him to stay home.”
“Thank you,” he said.
You giggled and shook your head. “I’m lucky I got one boyfriend. Two would be a miracle.”
“Don’t say that. You don’t realize how many men size you up when we’re out,” Harry said.
“Yeah. Ok.”
“I’m serious,” he said.
You scoffed. “Whatever.”
“Hold on a sec, baby,” he said, hailing a taxi. He told them the address, put his bags in the back, and got in the car. As he did all that, you picked up your book and read.
Harry didn’t say anything for a bit as he rode in the car. When you finished the chapter, you looked at your screen. He was beaming at you.
“What?”
"You're so cute,” he said.
You blushed. “I’m just reading.”
“Yeah, but you make these cute little expressions when you read. I’m obsessed,” he said.
“Oh,” you turned even redder. A few more minutes passed and Harry arrived at his hotel.
When he got to his room, he laid down on the bed and continued to Facetime you. “Har, you need to get ready to go soon. You have important things to do,” you said.
He pouted. “I wish I could just talk to you all day.”
“I know, but you have to work, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”
“Can you send me pictures throughout the day, so I feel like I’m there?” Harry asked.
“Sure,” you giggled. “Now, go!”
“Ok. Bye baby. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. Get to it, boss man.”
“Ok. Bye,” he said, except he didn’t hang up.
“Harry…. I’ll hang up on you.”
“How rude!”
You giggled. “It’s for your own good. Bye Har.”
“Talk later.”
“Yes.” You hung up the phone and charged it, as that call drained most of your battery.
As Harry went through training, you read a lot of your book. You took a break to walk Donald, take a bathroom break yourself, and fill up your water bottle, but, then you got right back into it.
When you got to a spicy scene, you snapped a picture of it and sent it to Harry. He didn’t answer, but you didn’t expect him to since he was in training.
You took a break from your book and decided to watch TV. Reruns of Friends were on, which always made you laugh. You laid on the couch for longer than you’d like to admit until you were hungry for dinner.
Harry had left some food for you and also had frozen food. You decided on chicken and rice. As you heated up the food, you fed the dog.
The quiet was kind of nice, but now it was sinking in that you missed Harry. As you ate, Donald finished, and he played with a toy around the house. You threw it to him when you were done eating and tired him out after an hour.
When it came time for bed, you went through your bag and realized you forgot to pack pjs. You opened one of Harry’s drawers, found a shirt, smelled it, and then put it over your head.
Before climbing into his bed, you stopped in front of his mirror and snapped a photo.
Is it ok if I wear this? I forgot my pjs 🤦🏼♀️, you texted him.
When he didn’t answer right away, you laid in his bed and read more of your book. About an hour later, as the book was getting down and dirty, your phone lit up with Harry’s name.
You smiled. “Hi, Har. How was the training?”
“Baby,” he said, sounding out of breath.
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” He asked.
“What?” You snuggled into bed.
“First, you send me that filthy passage from your book, and then I open my phone to you in my t-shirt, bare-legged, asking if you can wear it?”
“Oh yeah. Sorry. I kind of put it on already,” you shrugged.
“Baby, that’s fine. Shit. This is all too much.”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“What are you doing?” Harry wondered.
“Just lying in bed. Is that ok?”
“Shit. You’re lying in my bed, in my t-shirt?” He asked.
“Yeah. Is that ok?” You bit your lip.
Harry swallowed thickly. “God, I wish I were there right now. This stupid training.”
“How was it?”
“Baby, I don’t want to talk about the training right now,” he said in a whisper.
“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, running your finger over his comforter.
Harry licked his lips. “I don’t want to do a whole lot of talking.”
When you heard him adjusting himself on the bed and the sound of a slippery hand, you understood. “Oh.”
“Fuck,” he said so quietly. “Fuck, baby. I miss you. I need you.”
“I miss you too.”
You heard a faint moan coming from Harry, and you blushed. “Sorry,” he said. “If this is making you uncomfortable, I can hang up. I just- you’ve got me all riled up, honey.”
“I’m not uncomfortable.”
“No? Good. I am a bit.”
“Oh. Well, I can hang up,” you stammered.
“More, achy than uncomfortable,” Harry said breathlessly.
“Oh.”
More words weren’t exchanged except for a few moans from Harry. “Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry, but are you… touching yourself?” Harry wondered.
Honestly, you got so caught up in listening to him that you forgot. You were wet, though. You could feel it. “Oh. Hold on.”
You got up and searched through your backpack. When you found what you were looking for, you turned it on and placed it between your legs.
“Is that…are you using a vibrator?” Harry asked.
“...Yes…”
“And you just have that with you?”
“Well, I brought it in case I got bored… or horny,” you shrugged.
Harry chuckled. “You’re adorable, but also naughty. You were going to masturbate in my bed and not tell me?”
“I would've washed the sheets.”
“Honestly, that’s really hot. Does it feel good?” He asked, swallowing thickly.
“Mmhmm,” you squeaked as the vibrator hit your clit. “So good.”
“Fuck, baby.” Harry’s hand moved faster on his cock. “My naughty girl. Wish I could see you. My cock is so fucking hard right now,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Do you want me to FaceTime you?” you asked.
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“Um, I’m not sure,” you said.
“We’ll stay just as we are, hmm?” he said.
“If you want to…”
“(Y/N), we’re keeping this to a phone call,” Harry replied.
“Ok. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, baby. Please don’t.”
“Ok.”
Harry cleared his throat. “Do you want to turn the vibrator up for me one setting?” he asked.
You clicked the button and turned up the vibration. “Oh my God,” you said breathily. “Shit.”
“Yeah, baby? Feels good?”
“So good,” you moaned.
“Do you think I’d feel better?” he asked.
“Fuck,” you whined, pushing the vibrator harder on your clit. “Yes. Yes, definitely.”
“I’d make you feel so good, baby. So good,” Harry said. “Fuck.”
“Harry,” you whined.
“I’m here baby. What do you need?”
“You.”
“Fuck. I know. I wish I was there too, baby. Is it alright if I talk you through it?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Harry, please,” you whined.
“That’s my good girl. Talk to me. Are you close?” He asked.
“Mmhmm. Yeah. I feel tingly.”
“Tingly’s good. Tingly’s great,” Harry said. “You have the vibrator on your clit?”
“Yes,” you giggled.
“Push it harder for me, ok?” You did so and moaned. Harry smiled. “Good girl. Feels good?”
“Yes. Are-are you-?”
“Believe me, baby, I am. I’m so fucking close,” he gritted.
“Why don’t you cum?”
“I’m holding it for you, honey. I wanna cum together.”
“You don’t have to wait for me.”
“I’ll always wait for you, (Y/N),” Harry whispered.
You made a sound from deep inside your throat.
“(Y/N), I want you to turn your vibrator off please,” Harry said.
“But-.”
“Don’t argue now, love. Do what I say,” he said sweetly.
“Ok.” You turned the vibrator off and placed it on the bed. “What now?”
“Want you to use your fingers, ok?”
“Ok,” you swallowed.
“Take two fingers and rub them on your clit and then when they’re nice and wet, I want you to put them inside of you. Is that alright with you?”
“Mhmm.”
“Ok. Let me hear you then.”
You did exactly as he said and inserted two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out. You moaned as your fingers went faster.
“Fuck. You sound so wet, baby,” he said. “‘S that all because of me?”
“Yes, Har. You make me wet all the time,” you admitted.
“Fuck. You make me hard all the time,” he said. “I’ve never been harder than I am right now.”
“You can cum, Harry. Want you too.”
“All in due time, honey. Let’s take care of you first.” Harry’s cock was nearly purple. Pre-cum was spilling out the top. It looked painful, but he wanted to wait for you. “Keep pumping those fingers for me. You’re doing so well.”
A few more pumps with a few rubs to your clit and your legs were shaking. “Har, I’m gonna cum.”
Harry pumped his cock faster, imagining it was you on top of him. “Me-me too,” he said.
You both moaned and came together, shaking and sweaty. “Shit,” Harry said.
“Wow,” you whispered.
“Are you alright?” He wondered.
“I’m good. You?”
“Great,” he smiled.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” you chuckled.
“Do you regret it?”
“No! Not at all!” You said. “Just a little… embarrassed."
“Don’t be embarrassed. It was just our voices, right? And we had some fun,” Harry said. “Right?”
“Right. I know. I have to get out of my head.”
“Exactly. Get cleaned up and then get to sleep. Thank you for cumming with me.”
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