#harrycastillo

PPCU Masterlist / Harry Castillo Masterlist

English

Pairings: harry castillo x fem!reader

Content warning: +18, minors don't continue! fluff, explicit smut, best friend sister (NOTHING ILEGAL GUYS, safe age gap 5 years), rom-com, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex. If you are a minor don’t read it.

Summary (Phase 1): After your prom night falls apart, there's only one person to comfort you: your brother's best friend, Harry Castillo. In that moment, between heartbreak and a slow dance under the moon, you both make a promise: if you turn thirty and neither of you is married, you'll marry each other.

Fifteen years later, you meet again at your brother's wedding.

You are different now. Engaged. Harry changed too, but he remained single.

Two weeks in paradise. Two weeks as room neighbors.

The lavender fields, sunsets and hidden caves ready to unravel feelings that were never truly forgotten.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One  Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three  Chapter Twenty-Four  Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Português

Pares: harry castillo x leitora

AVISO DE CONTEÚDO: +18, por favor, se você é menor NÃO LEITA. Fofa, sexo explícito, amigos para amantes, melhor amigo do irmão (NADA ILEGAL, diferença de idade segura, cinco anos), comédia romântica, pinv, sexo oral, sexo desprotegido, creampie.

Sinopse: Depois que a sua noite de formatura dá completamente errado, existe apenas uma pessoa para te consolar: o melhor amigo do seu irmão, Harry Castillo. Naquele momento, entre corações partidos e uma dança lenta sob a luz da lua, vocês dois fazem uma promessa: se chegarem aos trinta anos e nenhum dos dois estiver casado, vocês se casarão um com o outro.

Quinze anos depois, vocês se reencontram no casamento do seu irmão.

Você está diferente agora. Noiva. Harry também mudou, mas continua solteiro.

Duas semanas na Provence, na França. Duas semanas como vizinhos de quarto.

Campos de lavanda, pores do sol e cavernas escondidas prontos para revelar sentimentos que nunca foram realmente esquecidos.

Capítulo Um Capítulo Dois Capítulo Três Capítulo Quatro

Capítulo Cinco Capítulo Seis Capítulo Sete Capítulo Oito

Capítulo Nove Capítulo Dez Capítulo Onze Capítulo Doze

Capítulo Treze Capítulo Quatorze Capítulo Quinze Capítulo Dezesseis

Capítulo Dezessete Capítulo Dezoito Capítulo Dezenove

Capítulo Vinte Capítulo Vinte e Um Capítulo Vinte e Dois

Capítulo Vinte e Três Capítulo Vinte e Quatro Capítulo Vinte e Cinco

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Pairings: harry castillo x girlfriend!reader

Content warning: pure smut, tying up, oral sex (m receiving), pinv, unprotected sex, cumming inside.

Word count: 1,099

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Music: Madness - Muse.

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Chapter Seven / Chapter Nine

Emptiness

You wake up with a heavy and happy sigh. For a moment, you forget about time itself, turning around in the bed to reach for Harry, already missing his warmth, his presence beside you. Nothing is there. Empty. Your stomach turns, and a lump forms in your throat as the realization settles in.

It’s over.

Reality hits, and your eyes battle to open then, not wanting to see the sheets straightened on the bed, not wanting to face the stillness. You count to three. One. Two. Three. As you finally open them, there is a flower on the pillow. They call it a forget-me-not flower. And there is a note. Your eyes water at the gesture, your chest tightening. He left and still made sure you wouldn’t forget him, not even for a second.

I’ll find you in New York, even if you hide. Forget-me-not. Big boy, Harry C.

You laugh softly, closing your eyes and placing the note and the flower against your chest, holding them there as if they could keep him close. Iceland might be just the beginning. Maybe New York is the sequence, the continuation of something that already feels bigger than you expected. That’s what you hope for.

You get up and go to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror, your reflection different somehow. A smile curves on your lips when your eyes drift to the shower where you both had your moment. Everything pulses inside of you, your body remembering before your mind can stop it. He gave you the best orgasms of your life, easily, effortlessly, as if he knew exactly how to unravel you.

The cabin is too quiet, too big, too dark, and too cold. Funny how this was exactly what you wanted from the start, and now you can’t imagine having lived it without him, without his laughter filling the space. Harry brought light to your days, warmth to every corner of this place. All you want now is to pack your bags and spend the rest of the day at the airport. Anything is better than staying inside this cabin all alone, without your cabin partner, without the man who turned it into a home.

Harry got into the car at 4 a.m., reluctantly and silently. He didn’t want to wake you up, because he knew that if you looked him in the eyes and asked him to stay for the rest of his life, he would. Without hesitation. That’s how crazy he is about you. He would sell his company, his apartment, his cars, and stay forever with you in the small cabin where you built the beginning of your story together, where everything felt real and honest.

Right now, he is sitting on a plane, alone, you’re not by his side, not making everything funny or relaxed the way you always do. It feels empty to him, heavier than he expected. He starts to think about how you are lying on the bed alone, probably waking up confused, reaching for him. About how he wanted to wake you up with kisses instead of leaving in the dark. He thinks about how it felt when you both came to each other over and over, the way your bodies responded so naturally. How you’re the only woman who did that to him without even being inside of you, without needing more than touch and connection.

At 6:45 a.m., Harry’s plane lands in New York City. He gets his suitcase, and as soon as his phone gets reception, it explodes with notifications - about a thousand missed calls and at least three thousand texts from his secretary. His parents asking if everything was okay, his brother checking in as well. He chuckles softly at the mess you made him create without even trying.

He calls Anna, his secretary, first. He was supposed to be off for the day to recover from jet lag, but she had already scheduled two meetings with important clients, real life wasting no time welcoming him back.

His driver, Alex, is there to pick him up.

“How was your trip, sir?” he asks helping to settle his luggages

“Amazing” the grin he gives his driver surprises him, he has never seen Harry this happy before

“I’m glad, Harry” he nods

Alex drops him at his penthouse, and as soon as he steps inside, the emptiness feels bigger, louder, almost suffocating. He ignores the feelings as best as he can and heads straight to the bathroom to take a shower. His meetings start at 10 a.m.

Once he is inside his big shower, he notices the steam rising, curling around him, and he can’t stop thinking about your body heating him, about the way you filled the space beside him. All he wants is you. Only you.

The water hits his back, and he closes his eyes, just feeling it, letting the heat pour over him. Harry can feel it, your hand gently sliding over his skin. His body reacts before he can even control it, and his cock is already hard. Harry presses his forehead to the tile as his hand slides along his length, wishing it were yours, craving the memory of your touch.

He replays the way he propped you up, the way his cock slid through your folds over the thin fabric of your panties. What your pussy looked like after you came for him on the couch. The way you tasted, the sounds you made. With a heavy breath, he comes, spurts falling to the bathroom floor, not your mouth like he desired. Harry steps out of the shower feeling worse than when he got in - you can’t simply be washed away with water, no matter how hot it is.

When he is ready to leave, dressed in his button-up shirt and blazer, he looks at himself in the mirror. It feels strange. Something is off. It’s not really him reflecting there - it’s another person. Just a brand. Not the man who laughed his ass off in the snow, or who talked about wanting eight kids in a small cabin. Not at all the man you fell in love with. And maybe not a man you would like, either. A rich, shallow, workaholic man who is never allowed to have fun or truly live. He can’t help but wonder if you’d like him like this, or if you only liked the old Harry, the one he met in Iceland.

You, in fact, packed your bag and headed to the airport, even though it was only 9 a.m. and your flight wouldn’t take off until 2 p.m. The flower is now pressed inside Jane Eyre, a quiet reminder of Harry. You don’t need the flower to remember him, though - he is all over you, your body and your mind. Even when you try to ignore it, every single time your phone lights up, you think it’s him. But it isn’t. It’s probably 5 a.m. in New York City. He might have already landed. You have no idea.

Stop. He might not text you. He can simply move on with his life. Stop fantasising.

Your fingers slide through your phone gallery now. The pictures and the flower are the only proof - besides your memories - that everything was real. The way Harry looked at you in every single picture, how handsome he is, his warm hand resting on your waist against your skin. You miss his laughter and that stupid dimple. His curls. All you want right now is his hug on the cabin couch so you can talk shit about Johnny Cash together. That thought makes you laugh softly to yourself.

Then comes that picture - the one of him cooking the morning after you had your first intimate moment. You remember how his hands touching you in all the right spots, like he knew your body better than you did. You remember his kiss, how perfectly it fits, how slow and hungry it is. His smell. Fuck. Stop. Focus on your reading.

The plane lands after the obnoxious six-hour flight, nothing exciting about it, especially after having a hot-seat neighbour on the last one. You grab your luggage and head to the gate. Phoebe, your best friend, is waiting for you in line holding a sign that reads “Oliver’s momma.” You laugh and run to hug her.

“Honey!” she screams as soon as she sees you.

“Pheebs!” The hug is so tight you can feel her heartbeat.

“How was your trip? Hope you have a lot of pictures and stories for me!” she grins, taking one of your suitcases.

“It was amazing!” you smirk. “I have so much to tell you, baby.”

“Oooh, now I’m excited!”

Her car isn’t far away, so as you walk, you tease her with bits and pieces, telling her everything and nothing at the same time. You don’t tell her anything about Harry yet - not until you leave the airport grounds.

“I met someone” you say, staring at the road ahead with a smile.

“You whore!” she pushes your shoulder with one hand.

“Drive carefully!” you giggle.

“Come on, tell me!” she bounces in her seat.

“His name is Harry” you start, memories already flooding back “Long story short, the cabin owner made a mistake and booked us into the same cabin, and there was this terrible storm, so we had to stay there. One week.”

“This sounds like a very cliché romance plot” she shakes her head with a smile “But please, continue.”

“There’s not much to say. We started bonding because of the proximity. Harry is amazing, he’s such a gentleman. After one week, we decided to stay another week sharing the cabin since neither of us found another place to stay.”

“Oh, I absolutely buy this bullshit, not like you didn’t want to stay” she laughs, that laugh you love so much.

“Absolutely. I was praying he wouldn’t find anything” you laugh too.

You continue the story, telling her about the trip you made together, the lagoon. You tell her about the shower and what happened later. Phoebe is in awe. She can’t believe how bold you were.

“This guy must be something!” she raises one eyebrow, smirking.

“He is” you lick your lips “Besides everything I said about his personality, I can tell you that he’s big, broad, maybe 5’11, with beautiful brown wavy hair, always flawless.”

“I want to know what he does for work and cock size” she giggles. It’s an inside joke between you. If the guy doesn’t have money but has good cock, it’s something to consider, but never if he is rich with small cock.

“Well…” you bite your lip “He’s a real estate consultant, and eight or nine inches, a really big and thick guy. But we didn’t have actual sex.”

“Wow!” she widens her eyes.

“But he hasn’t texted me yet. He’s been here for a while now” you sigh, looking at your phone again, disappointment creeping in.

“Hey, he must be busy. That’s all. He just arrived home, maybe his family was waiting” she rubs her hand over your thigh reassuringly.

“What if he’s hiding something? Another family? Maybe he’s married” you narrow your eyes “He’s too good to be true.”

“I know, but he isn’t hiding anything. Just accept for once what you deserve, babe. You know him. You spent two fucking weeks locked inside a cabin with the guy.”

“Yes, I bet so” you say quietly, looking out the window.

The door opens to an anxious Oliver standing right in front of it. You drop your luggage and rush forward, picking him up in your arms and kissing him just like you know he hates. He meows the hell out of you in protest.

“Baby boy, momma missed you so much” you rub your nose into his fur “Did Aunt Phoebe take good care of you?”

“If he says no, I will never buy that expensive shit he eats” she laughs.

“Thank you, Pheebs, I bought you something but I’ll have to dig to find it, maybe dinner tomorrow?” you smile.

“Sounds good. You can always count on me” she grins, looking around “Need any help?”

“No, thank you. I think I’ll just unpack, take a shower, and then rest a bit with Oly” you shrug, putting him on the floor as he runs out of sight.

“Okay, baby” she nods “Tell me if you hear anything about your Iceland lover.”

“I promise I will.”

You finish unpacking at 5 p.m., Oliver lying inside your suitcase. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking at your phone charging across the room - that’s how you stop yourself from constantly checking it.

“Will he text me, Oly?” you sigh, letting your body fall onto the bed.

“Meeowww” Oliver slowly leaves the suitcase and crawls on top of you, making sure his ass rubs against your face.

“Jesus, dude!” you push his ass away, and he snuggles into your arms.

Your phone buzzes. You freeze. Maybe it’s just your mom asking if you want lunch tomorrow. Maybe it’s Phoebe asking about Harry. But your heart races, your stomach flipping. You sit up and take a deep breath before getting up and heading across the room.

Big boy: I’m in terrible need of a partner to try and find the best pizza in NYC. Did I reach the right number?

There are no words to explain what you feel when you see his name and that text. You scream and jump. Oliver runs away, scared, probably questioning why he was chosen to be your therapy animal. For a moment, you just stand there, trying to steady your breathing and your heartbeat, thinking about what to answer. You wish Phoebe were here to help you.

You: You did! I’m a big pizza enthusiast.

Big boy: What about tonight at 7:30 p.m.?

You: I will be ready.

Big boy: Find a place, one you’ve never been to.

You put your phone down and scream again, throwing yourself on the bed and kicking the air like a teenager. He fucking texted. He wants to go out with you - your first official date. Then it hits you. Will he like you here, in New York? Maybe you’re not the woman he thinks you are outside the cabin. You call Phoebe, and she almost slaps you through the phone when you tell her that.

“Put on that midi black dress” she says. You know exactly which one she means.

“Okay.”

“Have sex! I mean, fun!” she laughs and hangs up.

You take a shower, and when the steam rises, you remember Harry and how hot that shower hump felt. You remember his touch, his cock sliding up and down your folds. You don’t even notice when your hand slips between your thighs, finding your soaked pussy. Your finger rubs your clit gently, remembering him - his mouth there, warm and wet, his big, thick fingers inside you.

The warmth builds with every movement of your fingers, legs trembling, head falling back against the tile. Your breath catches, and you moan. Your free hand steadies you as you slide one finger inside, trying to mimic his rhythm, your palm still rubbing your clit. Moaning his name loudly, you come, your pussy clenching around your own finger, your whole body shivering. Your mind goes blank. Still, this orgasm is nothing compared to the one you shared with Harry.

Harry picks up his things from his desk and walks out of his big office. Anna stands quickly and rushes toward him.

“Mr. Castillo, tomorrow at 9 a.m., Mr. Anderson-”

“Clear my schedule tomorrow morning” he says, smiling softly.

“The whole morning?” her eyes widen, her jaw dropping slightly.

“Yes” he nods, continuing toward the elevator “I’ll see if I’ll work in the afternoon. If you need anything, call Robert. Understood?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Actually, Anna…” he stops and presses the elevator button “Take the day off. I’ll let Robert know we’ll be out.”

“Are you serious, Mr. Castillo?” Anna looks like one more eyebrow raise will ruin her botox.

“Dead serious” he nods “Enjoy your day off.”

“You too, sir” she smiles.

It’s shocking. He spent two weeks on vacation, and now, just after coming back, he’s taking another day off. Harry never misses mornings or full days. This is the first time he’s done that in five years.

It’s 7 p.m., and you’re all ready, pacing around your apartment while Oliver watches you from the couch’s headrest. You think about everything that could happen. How will he be dressed? How will he behave? How will you behave? New York isn’t a safe, isolated environment like the cabin. Your phone buzzes.

Big boy: Are you ready? Send me your address.

You: I am. This is my castle’s address (your address).

Fifteen minutes later, your phone buzzes again.

Big boy: I’m here.

You freeze again, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. You don’t know if you’re ready, but you have to be. You grab your purse and kiss Oliver.

“Wish me luck, baby boy” you smile.

“Meoowww” he answers.

You turn around, and as you try to lock your door, you notice how shaky your hands are. Every step until you reach the outside of the building feels like torture, your heart hammering inside your chest. And when your feet touch the pavement, you see him.

He’s real. In New York. The grin spreading across his face is big and emotional. He’s wearing a simple black T-shirt with denim pants, and suddenly you feel overdressed, fancy. You return the smile, biting your lower lip.

Harry’s heart is almost exploding too. When he sees you, his stomach and heart melt. For a moment, he can’t feel anything at all. You look incredible, just as you always do. As you walk toward him, he glances around, half-expecting that maybe you’re here to meet someone else, not him, because Harry can’t believe a woman like you would choose him.

“Good evening, sir” you smile.

“Good evening, miss” he reaches for your hand, lifting it and kissing each knuckle slowly.

The Best Student

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Chapter One / Chapter Three

Music: Otherside - Post Malone 

And I think for this first phase of the story the song is Finally / beautiful stranger - Halsey

Day Three

“Harry!” you say louder once he bumps into you again.

It’s only the third day you’ve been together in this small space, and you’re trying to cook side by side. The problem is that the man sharing the kitchen with you is pure chaos inside it. The poor guy can’t even fry an egg, yet he was trying to convince you he knows how to make pizza?

“I’m sorry!” he says, trying not to burn the eggs or let another piece of shell fall into the pan.

“Hey, you just have to do it like this…” you step closer, from behind.

First, you hold his hand to stop him from cracking another egg the wrong way. Then you grab one yourself and break it slowly, deliberately, enough for him to learn.

“Now try it - slow, Harry…” you say softly, your forearms still close to his. He tries again, and this time it’s better “God, dude, you must live off takeout or delivery…” you laugh, and he can feel the vibration of your laughter against his body.

"I do, in fact" another lie, he has Mary "But here, food tastes better."

He tries, slowly and controlled, focused. In three days locked up in this cabin you’ve learned Harry tends to focus on what he is doing, like nothing else mattered. You admire this because you can’t focus on shit, only on books and when you’re writing, even then, it is hard. He succeeds.

“Fuck yeah!” you yell, making him jump “I knew you could do it!” 

“I owe you!” he says, wide eyes, heart still racing from the scare.

“The grandma’s pizza recipe will pay your debt” you shrug and turn back to the bacon you’re slicing precisely “If I freeze to death in this cabin before you teach me, I swear I will haunt you.”

Harry laughs softly, quietly, shaking his head.

“I will die too…” he says “We’re both here together”

“But you’re way bigger than I’m, I will go first.” you say not looking at him “I’ll die from exposure for sure, I’m almost already.”

“That’s not true, I can keep you warm-” as soon as the words come out of his mouth, he kind of regrets. 

“Can you?” you laugh looking back at him, and he can, he definitely can

“I shouldn’t…” he clears his throat “Eggs ready!”

“Relax, Harry! You’re such a conservative!” or maybe you’re just too loose - third day in and you’re already joking around, already too comfortable “Let me make the bacon and we can have breakfast.”

“I’m afraid that soon enough this cabin will turn into an igloo” you say, taking a sip of your coffee, eyes fixed on the snow that keeps falling outside.

You’re sitting at the table, both feet tucked up on the chair, knees bent, the cup resting against them. Harry comes over and sits beside you.

“It’ll be okay. Maybe in two days we’ll be able to leave” he says, looking at your face.

“I hope so. My plan didn’t include being locked in a cabin with a stranger” you say “But I’m starting to get used to your company.”

“That’s what they say…” he replies, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

“Cocky!” you protest, pushing his shoulder lightly.

“You told me to loosen up. Now you’ll have to put up with me” he grins.

“I can deal with that” you say, biting your lower lip.

The fireplace crackles softly as you settle into the couch, your book resting in your hands. Ten minutes have passed, yet you’ve been stuck on the same page, unable to focus on a single word. Harry keeps pacing back and forth, iPad in hand, trying to reconnect to the outside world. It gives you a glimpse of the workaholic he must be — always restless, always wired.

You sigh, close the book, and stand up. You’ll only do this once. You step in front of him and place your hand over the iPad, not caring whether it’s unlocked or not.

“Yesterday you made a promise to yourself” you say, shaking your head slightly “And now you’re already ignoring it. Come on. It’s been twelve hours and you’re freaking out again.”

Harry freezes.

For a split second, his heart nearly stops. Your fingers rest dangerously close to a spreadsheet filled with financial data his assistant had sent earlier - numbers that could shatter the illusion he’s been carefully building. He looks down, bracing himself for the moment you’ll notice.

You don’t. Your eyes stay locked on his, daring, unbothered.

“Relax, Harry” you add gently, lifting your hand from the screen “Go live your life.”

You turn around and head back to the couch, sitting down as if nothing happened. He watches you go, jaw slightly open, stunned. When you look back at him, his expression makes you crack up. And then you see it - the smile tugging at his lips. Warm. Honest.

“Take a picture, big boy” you tease “It’ll last longer.”

Harry blinks, snapping out of it, glancing briefly at the iPad before placing it on the kitchen counter, face down.

“It’s just…” he starts, then trails off, running a hand through his hair, his biceps impossible not to look at. If God made it, you can look, right? “Maybe my book isn’t as good as yours.”

You shake your head immediately.

“No way” you say “That’s not an excuse.”

He exhales a quiet laugh and walks back toward you, sitting at your side. The space between you feels different now - smaller, charged. He turns slightly toward you, eyes flicking to the book in your hands.

“So” he says, softer “What is it about Jane Eyre that has you this hooked?”

You glance down at the worn pages, your thumb brushing the margin.

“You won’t want to know…” you shake your head.

“Why not?” he asks, tilting his head and smiling “I want to know what interests you.”

His words catch you off guard - the way his brown eyes seem to beg you to tell him, the way they show he genuinely wants to know. This is the first time you’ve ever seen a man look at you with such interest.

“Well” you say, meeting his gaze “Tell me, what do you think it is?”

“A romance? A classic?” he squints.

“Not quite. It is a romance, in the literary sense, but it’s not about romance the way people expect” you swallow.

Harry tilts his head, listening closely, as if this matters more than whatever was on his iPad.

“You see… Jane grows up with people telling her she should be grateful for whatever scraps of happiness she gets. That she should be all that crap they tell us women to be - quiet, obedient, smaller. And for a while, she believes it.” you shift, turning fully toward him, legs crossed on the couch “But really, it’s a story about a woman learning that love isn’t supposed to hurt you or your dignity. That you shouldn’t disappear for anyone.”

Harry swallows. So do you, thinking about your past relationship.

“She walks away from love because he lies to her” you continue softly “Because he thinks feelings should be enough, that she’ll forgive anything just to stay. He lies to her. But not Jane. She doesn’t. She chooses herself.”

Harry exhales slowly, eyes locked on yours.

“So she’s… stubborn” he says with a smirk.

“She’s brave” you reply immediately “She knows what she deserves, even when it means being alone. Even when it costs her everything she wants.”

You smile, proud.

A quiet moment settles between you, broken only by the pop of the fire. Harry studies your face - the way you speak about a fictional character with such conviction says more about you than words ever could. Your cheeks warm when you realize how attentive his gaze is.

“I think that’s why I love this book” you say “I’ve read it about five times, and right now it was exactly what I needed.” you close it gently “It reminds you that being loved should never mean giving up who you are. Never. The hardest part isn’t loving someone… it’s walking away when they don’t love you honestly.”

“Beautiful” he murmurs, a soft laugh in his breath “I think I should borrow it.”

“Maybe” you say, a wicked smile tugging at your lips “If you’re looking for a lesson on loving yourself first - at all costs. Work. Money.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, Harry’s throat tightens. His heart sinks. You set the book aside and turn toward him, resting your hand softly on his knee.

“I don’t know you, and it’s none of my fucking business” you say gently, “But I learned this the hard way. That bullshit about work never walking away from you? It is bullshit. And it can kill you. There’s no buying life back.”

“Thank you” he says quietly “I’ll remember that.”

“I hope this lives rent-free in your head” you laugh “And when we’re back in NYC, I’ll be the alarm going off every time you put work first. Now - let’s see what this TV has to offer.”

You turn toward the television. Harry stays frozen.

He’s lying. He’s never questioned the amount of work he does. He’s never really thought about what you just said - there’s no buying life back. He’s almost forty-five, and he hasn’t built what he truly wanted: a family. All this money, and there’s no one waiting for him. Even Lucy left.

“I love Jason Bateman and Rachel McAdams" you say, pulling him out of his thoughts “What do you think?”

“Sure” he replies.

You watch the movie in silence, focused. You remind yourself he’s still a stranger. You don’t know him. But he’s a nice stranger. Your laughter is real - you even snort, which makes Harry laugh even more, finding it unbearably cute, much to your embarrassment.

When the movie ends, you think about him sleeping here, in the cold, on that uncomfortable couch. But sharing the bed feels like too much. There’s no extra mattress.

“I think it’s time for the children to go to bed” you say, standing “Thank you for the company.”

“You don’t have to thank me” he says softly “But anytime.”

“Good night, Harry” you smile, heading to the bedroom.

“See you tomorrow” he whispers, more to himself than to you.

Day Four

You wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and eggs, a soft smile tugging at your lips. He woke up before you to make breakfast - with the eggs you taught him how to make. You get up and sigh, happy with the effort he’s putting into it. You walk into the living room in your pajamas, and when he sees you, his eyes brighten, his lips curving into a wide grin.

“Morning, roomie!” you say, getting closer “Making eggs?”

“Morning, roommate!” he answers “No shells today! I also decided to smash some avocados, in case you wanted.”

“Wow, Harry! Are you trying to impress me?” you narrow your eyes, a crooked smile on your lips.

“What if I say I am?” he arches one eyebrow.

“Well, I’d say you’re doing a great job. It smells delicious.” you step even closer, your shoulders touching “Who taught you how to break eggs? This is expert work.”

“I’ve always known” he laughs.

“No way! What an ungrateful asshole!” you step back, jaw slightly open, pushing his shoulders.

“Aggressive?” he says, rubbing his shoulder like you’ve just punched him.

You just shake your head and slice the bread, placing the plates on the table, glancing back only to catch Harry’s eyes on you. It’s funny how the tension isn’t there anymore, how everything feels easier, smoother. He brings the eggs and the coffee to the table.

“Thank you, Harry” you say as you pour coffee into your mug “This is really nice of you.”

“Well, thank me with your hot cocoa recipe” he says, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Deal.” you raise your cup, and the two of you clink them together.

“Okay, are you ready?” you ask, taking a deep breath “The mise en place is ready. You just have to stir and not burn anything. We don’t have mini marshmallows, which kind of compromises the recipe, but okay - we can do it again when we buy some.”

“I’m ready. Bring it on!”

“Alright. Pour the milk into the saucepan, low heat” you say firmly “But this is one of the hardest parts. It requires patience, Harry. Look into my eyes.” your face is serious “You have to watch it closely. If it boils, you’ll make a fucking mess.” your expression softens as you let out a quiet laugh.

He turns the stove on and waits. Neither of you speaks, both completely focused on the milk. You have to give it your full attention. Harry looks adorable, his eyes narrowing as he watches the first bubbles begin to form.

“What do I do now?” he asks, looking like a lost puppy.

“Now add the cocoa powder, sugar, and salt, salt is important, okay? You have to whisk it until everything is fully dissolved” you say, demonstrating the circular motion with the whisk.

That’s exactly what he does, following your instructions closely, making it exactly the way you said.

“Well done, Harry!” you say in your most serious, commanding voice “Now add the chocolate pieces and stir until they melt completely.”

“Okay.” he waits, and when the chocolate fully blends into the mixture, he looks at you, waiting for the next instruction.

“Now you can turn it off. We’ll add cinnamon and heavy cream” you say.

Harry finishes, his face full of pride, like he’s just accomplished something truly impressive. You grab two mugs and place them on the counter. Harry pours the hot cocoa.

“Wait!” he says, rushing to the fridge and grabbing the whipped cream.

He tops the mugs generously, then dusts cinnamon and cocoa powder over them.

“God, talk about presentation” you clap your hands “You nailed it!”

“Thank you!”

You both sit on the couch to enjoy your drinks, legs crossed. You blow gently over the mug to cool it down, peeking at Harry over the rim.

“So” you say “Tell me, Harry Castillo, besides being a real estate consultant, what do you like to do?”

“Well...” he says with a wide grin “I like going to the movies, going out to eat… and I don’t know. I like staying home too.”

“Nice! What kind of movies?” you blow on the drink again, then finally take your first sip, immediately regretting it as the liquid burns half of your tongue.

“Comedies” he smiles, and then, without really thinking it through, he reaches out. With his thumb, he wipes the chantilly that stuck to the corner of your mouth.

The touch lingers. Just a second too long. Both of you stay still, aware of how close you are, of how intimate something so small suddenly feels. You smile softly before you can stop yourself, and he notices, pulling his hand back like he’s just remembered himself.

“I also enjoy horror movies” he continues, clearing his throat, pretending he didn’t just touch you like a scene straight out of a romantic comedy “You?”

“Same. It’s hard to make me laugh, so I prefer horror movies.”

“You’re easier to scare?” he raises one eyebrow, taking a sip from his mug.

“Not at all. I just like the thrill.” you take another sip “This is great, by the way. You nailed it.” you raise your hand, and he high-fives you “Just not better than mine” you tease.

“And you” Harry asks, leaning a little closer, voice lower now “Besides working for a magazine, what else do you do?”

“I’m actually writing my first novel…” you sigh, looking into the dark surface of your drink “I came here to make a dream come true and to try to find some inspiration.”

“That’s a lot of information” he says, clearly intrigued. “What’s your book about?”

“Romance…” you bite your lip “You’ll have to buy it and read it when it comes out.”

“No way!” he throws his head back dramatically “I’m getting a free copy. I’m going to be the inspiration.”

The smile he gives you makes his dimple deeper, more pronounced beneath the now fuller beard.

“Oh? You think so?” you ask, raising one eyebrow.

“Yes. You came here looking for inspiration, and you met me.” he shrugs, amused “I think the universe is giving you content.”

“Sure” you say, skeptical but smiling “You think it would sell? There’s no romance here.”

“You can change genres” he says lightly “Make it a thriller. Kill me or something. It’ll be a bestseller.” his hand taps your knee, once, casually, but the contact sends a small spark through you.

“Okay then” you say, extending your hand “But you can’t complain about it later.”

“Not even sue you?” he asks, already taking your hand

“That's right. Deal?”

“Deal” he says, shaking it, his grip warm and firm.

After dinner, both of you sprawl on opposite ends of the couch, both of you pleasantly heavy. There is still fire in the fireplace, it crackles low now. In a fast - maybe too fast - movement you shift your body, legs under you. And without any of you noticing, Harry is closer now, close enough for you to feel the heat of his body through the fabric of your clothes.

“I think I can’t go to bed right now, I’m so fucking full” you murmur, staring at the ceiling.

“Same!” he chuckles “I mean, I’m already on my bed, but I can’t sleep.”

“Oh, yes, I keep forgetting that I’m always on your bed.”

Silence settles between you two again, but different from the beginning, it is not uncomfortable, it is actually full. Your eyes drift around the room, looking for something other than a movie to break the ice. And there you find, a small carton box.

“Harry?” you say turning your head toward him, narrowing eyes and eyebrows up “Are you competitive?”

“Depends on what’s at stake” he answers looking over to where you were looking a couple of minutes ago, a smile lifting on the corner of his mouth.

“That’s a pretty dangerous answer, you know that.” you laugh and Harry gets up to pick the box.

Harry places the game onto the coffee table, he kneels down with you, pulling the wooden blocks from the box and stacking them carefully. 

“Difficult to believe that you work with real estate, you’re terrible at construction.

“What the fuck? I don’t need to understand about that…” he shakes his head, laughing “I’m not the engineer”

“I’m just fucking with you!” you push him.

You do rock, scissors, paper and you win, starting. You slide a block from the middle, surgical precision on your movement. Not even a flinch on the tower. Harry studies the structure with focus. You bite your lip.

“Take a picture, it will last longer.” he says without looking over to you.

He reaches out, fingers long and steady. The block resists. He applies small pressure, slow, controlled. You laugh.

“Gentle, Harry” you warn “She’s too sensitive at touch.”

“Are you talking about the tower?” he teases

“Move the fucking block, Harry!” your stomach flips, but you ignore it.

The piece slides free, and even though it sways dramatically, both of you freeze, but the tower stands.

“Fuck yes!” he screams

“Language, Mr. Castillo!” you laugh

“I’m pretty confident now, so you deal with it!” he laughs too “Your turn.”

You circle the tower, crouching closer. Your shoulder brushes his, both of you feel the heat, and the electricity. But neither of you move away, actually you two wanted to stand right there. But a few seconds later, that seemed like hours, you stand up and find a block, higher. Too risky. The tower shakes. You widen your eyes.

“You’re bold, girl.” Harry murmurs

“I live my life dangerously” you wink “Jenga is the ultimate risk”

You manage to take the block out, but then the tower collapses on the rug. Blocks scattering across it.

“I fucking won!” he screams out, bursting into laughter

“Not fair! You are such a distraction!”

“Well, what can I say, I’m hot!” he continues laughing

“Shut up!” you roll your eyes “I think two is better than one!”

Together, you rebuild the tower, carefully, fingers occasionally bumping, his big hand warm against yours. He starts since he won the last round. Halfway through the second game, he decides to raise the stakes.

“I’m thinking…” Harry says casually as he chooses another block to slide “Loser has to do something”

“Like…” you look at him

“I don’t know… Make the breakfast tomorrow.” he shrugs

“That’s not a challenge.”

“It’s educational for me.”

“Maybe… loser has to do the dishes until we’re out of here.” you consider

“Oh, that is awesome, starting by all that mess we made.” he looks at the sink

“Deal!”

“Deal!”

With this “punishment” the game grows quieter and more focused. You don’t talk to each other, every move feels heavier. Harry leans forward again, his chin almost brushing on your shoulder, you can smell his cologne, clean and subtle. His forearms brushes your thigh as he reaches, and you feel something, not the touch, something else.

He slides, the tower shakes, you hold your breath. 

“Careful” you whisper, watching closely, wishing for it to fall

“I am” his eyes flick to yours.

The tower stands.

“Shit!” you say

And it’s your turn, you reach for a safer one, not wanting to give Harry a taste of winning again. So you slide it. The tower moves too much, but it stands. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Fuck!” Harry says

He reaches for a block near the bottom, dangerous. 

“Oh, are you being bold, Castillo? I thought you liked to play safe.” you tease

“Not with you…”

The words linger, and like they are too tense and heavy, the tower collapses. You two stare at the mess, but his words are branded on your brain. 

“Shit!” he whispers

“I’m free of dishes!” you smile, trying to focus on something else, then you start dancing “On your face, consultant.” 

Harry laughs and leans back on his hands, eyes on you as you tease him, dancing like a fucking kid.

“Funny. I’m starting to love this game.”

The Goodbye

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Day 12

It is finally the day you’ll fulfil the greatest dream of all: visiting the Blue Lagoon, the one from the magazine, the one that made you want to come in the first place. As you look at the landscape outside, Harry looks at you, admiring you. He went out of his way to get you inside the Sky Lagoon, a booking in advance is necessary, and since you didn’t have one, he paid triple to be there with you. Only to see you smile like you are right now.

He can see you rubbing your hands on your thighs, probably too sweaty. Nervous. And in fact you are; the butterflies in your stomach are not only from this moment but because you can’t stop thinking about the kiss last night. None of you spoke about it, nor did you kiss again.

“Castillo” Harry says to the woman that welcomes you at the front counter.

“Mr. Castillo, you and your new wife are very welcome" she smiles, her accent clear in every word “I will be right back.”

“New wife?” you whisper.

“Shut up, just go with it. It was this or you’d be seeing the lagoon only in pictures” he smirks.

You laugh. Harry slides his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and as of right now, you have no idea if this is Harry, your fake husband, or Harry, the real deal. All you know is that his arm feels warm; even with all the clothes you have in between, it feels like it’s burning you.

Soon the woman is back with another woman and a man. They nod, and you follow them; Harry goes with the man, and you with the woman. When you enter the Lagoon, there has to be a fully naked shower. This one has private showers, and you’re thankful for that, even though nudity is normalized around here, you’re not used to that.

Once you’re out, you meet Harry. He is wearing swimming shorts. It’s not the first time you’ve seen his body, but it seems different now. Just the same feeling he has when he sees you in a bikini. He has never seen your bare skin, and when he does, something inside him twitches. Not sexually - more awareness. He is seeing you bare and raw, vulnerable. There are seven steps to enjoy the Lagoon, to get the full experience, and you two will do it just as it is supposed to.

Once your eyes meet the landscape, your breath catches, just like you saw in the magazine. It is breathtaking, way more beautiful. Your feet touch the warm geothermal water. Harry holds your hand as you let your body submerge; he smiles, seeing your excitement. This is all so new to you. He has had it so many times that it became trivial, but right now it seems like it is the first time he enters this place. It is not the lagoon; it is the company.

You feel all your muscles relax, letting out a deep sigh, like the weight of the world has gotten off your shoulders. All the busy moments, all the schedules, all the pressure - you’re just living this moment. You open your eyes to meet Harry’s; he is mesmerised by you. A smile curves on your face.

“Take a picture, big boy” you giggle “It will last way longer.”

“I wish I could” he comes close, almost touching “I want this to last forever.”

“Me too” you admit, letting your body float.

Harry floats beside you, the warm water also relaxing his muscles, maybe not just the water. But he feels like he is a normal guy, a guy who doesn’t have a company to run or millions of dollars to administrate. Your eyes meet again, and your fingers brush. The ocean is infinite in front of you, and it always brings that same feeling of finitude - only for humans. This is here for so long and so it will continue, but we leave and we die. You brush these thoughts away; there is no place for that.

“Goddamn, Harry, I don’t ever want to leave here” you swim.

After long minutes just in silence, enjoying the moment, you swim to the next step. You go to fucking cold water, making your whole body shrink. You feel even your nipples getting hard, making you giggle. Harry laughs, seeing you trembling, but he is feeling the shock himself. This feels like real life. Before, you were warm, next to each other; it felt comfortable, and now, as maybe New York will be, a cold shock. It is sharp. Your breaths catch. There are no touches to make it warm, just the eagerness to leave it.

A cave is in front of you, and you access it really excited. It is a sauna, and it feels nice, also hot. It is dark; there are only two other couples there, so quiet and intimate. You can see the ocean in front of you through the glass, and you stand there, admiring it. A warmth reaches you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist. His chin on your shoulder.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” his voice is low.

“Outstanding, the water is endless” you don’t take your eyes off the ocean.

“I wasn’t talking about the ocean, even though it is.” he brushes his chin, his beard scraping “There is something way more beautiful in front of it.”

“Stop, Harry” you giggle.

“Are you enjoying your morning, Mrs. Castillo?” he swims back to give you space. You turn to face him.

“Yes, Mr. Castillo!” you giggle “Now that we’re married, what do you think about buying a country house to raise our seven kids away from the city? Then we start fighting over money, because you don’t have any houses to sell back there, and I only got one book deal. They grow up, and we become grumpy-ass rednecks.”

“God! Such an optimistic view of life” he laughs, beautifully “I thought we would have eight kids, four girls and four boys, and I would sell million-dollar houses so I can give you the princess life you deserve.” he swims close again.

“I don’t need money to live the princess life I deserve, big boy” you smile “I just need love and Iceland forever.”

“Then we can come live here, in the cabin.” his hand finds the crook of your waist. “We can build eight more rooms, and another small one for Oliver, and another two cats, maybe one dog.”

“I like this better than the USA.”

“So, deal, Mrs. Castillo?” he raises his hand, reaching for yours.

“Deal” you shake his hand “But I’m too young for kids right now, let’s take it easy, okay?”

“Okay, the time you want, princess” he bites his lip, and you shake your head, rolling your eyes.

Really close by, there is mist rising and the body scrubs. This time the temperature shift is not that sharp; it is easy and gentle, and with Harry by your side, it is way easier. He just makes everything warmer. You get out of the water to scrub your body. First your legs, then your belly and chest.

“Allow me, Mrs. Castillo.” Harry takes your hand, rubbing the salt scrub on your arms, a tender touch, gentle. He continues to your shoulders.

“Thank you, Mr. Castillo” you smirk “Want help as well? Bet you can’t reach your shoulders.”

“Absolutely, honey.”

You do the same to him, rubbing softly. The rasp of the salt on his skin is soothed by your soft hands. You both walk to the steam room, sitting by each other’s side, legs touching, but none of you move.

“How does it feel to be away from your iPad, workaholic?” you close your eyes and rest your head.

“Amazing” he sighs “I need to do this more often, work consumes me.”

“I bet it does. It consumes us all if we don’t get vigilant over it.” you hold his hand “But you deserve to live, Harry. There is life beyond work. As I said before, money is good, it’s great, it allows us a lot, but it’s not everything. There is comfort in less.”

“I know it does” he nods, looking at you.

The silence that falls over you two is not uncomfortable, way far from that. It is so warm, welcoming. You let the moment sink in, relax, and feel. This is a dream coming true, a dream from your child self. You know Harry got you both inside, and you have no idea how, but you’re thankful.

When you two finish this round, before enjoying a delicious lunch and spending the afternoon in the water, enjoying each other’s company, there is the Saft or Elixir, a drink to finish the ritual, it is a creamy hot coffee with a bit of alcohol, you sip it slowly. It leaves you with a lingering taste of wanting more, and that bothers you a little. But it doesn’t stop you from spending the afternoon with your make-believe husband, laughing and swimming together.

The best thing between you and Harry is that neither of you needs to force anything, you both bring out the best in yourselves, the parts you often keep hidden from others. The laughter comes easily, almost too easily, drawing the attention of the Icelanders and the tourists around you. For one afternoon, you were Mrs. Castillo, and you liked the idea. Harry did too, he could spend an entire lifetime calling you his wife or Mrs. Castillo, it fits perfectly.

But for him to truly live that, he would need to reveal his real identity, admit that he lied. And that doesn’t sit well with him; he doesn’t know how to change this situation.

The car feels like it weighs more than an elephant, the tension is palpable. You both are desiring each other’s touch after all the experience. The scrub made everything more surreal; it made everything intimate. You remember his hands on you, the salt burning. Harry thinks about how gentle your hands felt.

Once you get in the cabin, you need a shower, but today you need a few more minutes feeling the warmth of his touch that still lingers on you. So you look at him as you take your coat and leave it at the door.

“Go ahead, you first, I’ll wait” you sigh “You always wait for me.”

“Okay” he shrugs, picking his stuff to bring to the shower.

You watch him, his locks still damp from the water. His white T-shirt is so thin you can see his muscles flexing and moving. In an effort to stop yourself from melting, you turn around on the stool. Harry looks at you and wishes you would come with him; just the thought makes him shiver. And you are thinking the same. You want to go and get inside with him; only the thought of your bodies against one another, like earlier, makes your heart race.

Harry disappears in the hallway, and you stand there, thinking too much, as usual. Tomorrow will be your last day together in this cabin, and yet you’re thinking you should either break into your roommate’s shower or not. You might not even see him later on. You swallow, take a deep breath in, and get up, walking slowly. The shower is running, as you can hear; the doorknob seems so cold under your touch. You close your eyes and turn it. Harry left the door open, as if he knew you were coming.

He doesn’t hear you, but you see him now, the water cascading through his now naked back. A cold goosebump takes over your body, and without even undressing, you walk to him, opening the foggy glass door. Harry doesn’t turn around; he doesn’t want to know if it is real or just his imagination playing tricks on him, only to feel your arms around his waist, your long-sleeve shirt soaked.

You kiss his back, hair gluing to his skin. He turns around slowly; his eyes can’t believe what is right in front of him. Your lips curve into a smile as his hand reaches your face, cupping it softly. Your hands meet his chest in a gentle touch. Your lips touch again, this time it is hotter and hungrier. Your hands grab the hem of your own shirt, taking it off your body, your bra still there, already drenched just as your pussy. You also open the buttons of your heavy jeans, throwing aside. His free hand reaches for your waist, pulling you closer.

“You’re here” he mutters against your mouth.

“I am” you nod, giggling and opening your jeans, now so heavy from the water “I can’t hold it, Harry.”

“Me neither” even he can’t believe he is doing this, always so controlled, always so careful.

Harry props you up to him. You wrap your legs around his waist; he pins you on the cold white tiles, creating a shock on your body. You can feel his hardness already rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties. His hips roll up, his cock creating the greatest friction against your clit, making you moan. He kisses your neck and your bare collarbone, nibbling on it gently.

The contained desire of the last twelve days explodes right in this moment. You can’t even hold it; you come in minutes of just this friction. You cry out his name, and he smiles. This is the first time he hears you call out his name in pleasure; this makes his grip tighten and his slides become even faster and steadier. You bury your face in his neck, kissing it, biting into the freckles on his shoulder.

“You are so beautiful” he groans “So perfect.”

He continues the movements, his cock parting your folds. You grind on him, desperate for another orgasm. Harry makes you lose your control, makes you become senseless. And he growls your name against your chest as he comes; you can feel the warmth of the spurts of his hot cum on your core. And seconds later, with the last few rolls of both of your hips, you come, louder now. Your lips crash, and for a moment you just stand there, tangled in each other, your tongues dancing together.

Harry puts you down, kissing your shoulder as you turn around to wash yourself. He takes the soap and lathers you slowly and teasingly. You feel his touch; he unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the tile floor, rubbing the soap over your breasts and down. He doesn’t touch your pussy, though; he knows the limits. Turning to face him, you take the soap from his hand, and for the first time he sees your exposed breasts. Yet, he doesn’t touch them.

You slide the soap on his big chest, the foam getting washed away with the water, his shoulders flexing under your touch. Harry pulls you close to him, your head on his chest, breathing in the soap scent. You know what he is thinking, because it is the same as you: none of you want this moment to end. Hearts are tight, throats with a lump. Why? You both live in New York, it is easy to meet. But it is not. Right now, you both live in a parallel world. There are no responsibilities, no work, nothing at all. Just you both.

Day Thirteen

Before your feet touch the floor, you sigh heavily, the realization of what you allowed yourself the day before sinking in hard and heavy. Just like the reality of the last day. You’re wearing his shirt over your naked torso and panties. There is no turning back now. You sneak out of your room, running to the living room, careful not to wake Harry, until you slip yourself onto the couch with him. Snuggling into his arms, which wrap around you warmer than a blanket.

“Good morning” he whispers in your ear.

“Good morning, Mr. Castillo” you bite your lip, feeling his nose nuzzling the back of your neck.

Instead of getting up, you stay just like that, embraced on the couch, close, feeling each other. He kisses your hand and shoulders; you kiss his as well. Then you turn around and pepper his face with kisses; he does the same. You laugh when he kisses your neck, his beard tickling your soft and sensitive skin. For a moment, there is no world outside.

Harry cooks breakfast today, and you watch him do it. He is shirtless, and you’re still wearing his shirt. Neither of you plans to do anything else besides just living today. He is making pancakes; he forbids you to say anything, and you wouldn’t anyway. I could live like this forever. That’s all you can think about right now, with a smile on your face. Harry looks up and holds your gaze with a smile, trying to memorize every detail of your face.

“Take a picture, pretty girl” he chuckles “Will last longer.”

“Okay then” you get down from the aisle stool and run to your phone, bringing it with you to snap a picture of Harry cooking “Done! Now I have a forever picture of you cooking for me.”

You sit and have breakfast slowly, enjoying every minute of it.

“This is really good, Chef Castillo. Bet you’ll be great back in New York, not needing to live off delivery or takeout.”

“I think so too. I had the best teacher in these last few days” his smile stretches.

“I bet you did, a very bossy one.”

“Very bossy” he chuckles “I hope I made a mark on you as well.”

“Oh, big boy, you definitely did” you giggle, stuffing a piece of pancake into your mouth. “I know how to defend myself from a tickle attack, I know how to make the best pizza. And I had the best orgasm of my life” you smirk when he chokes on his coffee.

“You did?” he’s still coughing “I wasn’t expecting this.”

“I know you were no,” you giggle “But it is the truth. This cabin has history; I hope it knows how to keep secrets.”

After breakfast, you stay tangled in a blanket on the couch watching Johnny & June, his arm wrapped around you, holding you close, your head resting on his shoulder. You’re a fan of this couple, even though Johnny was a complete asshole to June.

“You know what I hate about Johnny Cash? He cheated on the woman who was there, sacrificing it all for him” you shake your head “I love his voice and his songs, and he truly loved this woman, but cheating, I can’t.”

“I understand you” he swallows. “I don’t like cheating at all.”

“Okay, let’s have lunch before I break the television.” It’s not the cheating or Johnny, it’s the goodbye. Right now, you wish you could hug him and cry, that’s how intense this is.

You order Italian food because neither of you has the head to cook. As time goes by, things start to get harder; your heart tightens with each passing minute. You eat, laughing and trying to take your mind off this terrible feeling of longing.

“Harry, I was going to be an eye doctor” you smile, rolling the pasta on your fork “I just couldn’t see myself doing it.”

He bursts into laughter.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this” he shakes his head.

“Like, this moment needs a breaker, it is terrible” you giggle.

“I know. I think it’s starting to sink in.”

“That’s what the plumber said when I asked him if he liked his job” you shrug, and Harry laughs harder. You don’t want the subject to turn into a goodbye.

But lunch goes by fast enough, and Harry starts to pack his things. The lump in your throat doesn’t leave. You watch his clothes go into the suitcase, each of them holding a story with you. That is exactly what he thinks - those clothes, like himself, would not be the same. He remembers each moment as he looks at them.

“Oh, Harry! Your shirt, I’ll be right back” you rush to your room to change, and Harry rushes after you.

“No, stay with it” he shouts.

“I can’t, Harry” you whisper, looking down as your fingers stop at the third button.

“You can, and you will. I don’t want it anymore; it looks way better on you.” he walks closer, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you in and kissing your lips, soft and gentle.

“Harry” you mutter against his lips “Please, I can’t.”

“I beg you, stay with it. I want you to wear it after we meet in New York” he kisses your neck.

You are the one to step back, knowing this will hurt later. Nodding, you close the buttons. You love the shirt anyway, and it still smells like him. You both go back to the living room, and this time you put music on to try to cheer the place up, because the vibe is going downhill. Pop from the 2000s. Radar by Britney Spears starts playing, and you dance as Harry continues packing.

“I’m checking you’re so hot, so hot. Wonder if you know you’re on my radar, on my radar” you jump up on the couch “And yep, I notice you. I know it’s you I’m choosing. Don’t wanna lose you.”

Harry laughs, walking up to you on the couch. You jump on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, still singing, now really close to his face.

“And when you walk, when you walk. And when you talk, when you talk. I get the tingle, I wanna mingle” you bite your lip “That’s what I want, that’s what I want.”

“Is that what you want?” he narrows his eyes.

“It’s the song, big boy” you jump out of his embrace.

You continue singing and go to the kitchen to see what you can make to eat. A lot of chocolate, one steak, and the leftovers from lunch. Smack That by Akon and Eminem starts playing, and you start to dance in the kitchen, trying to look away from Harry packing his stuff. He goes to the bathroom to get his things. You sigh as he zips up the suitcase, and you feel like your heart has just been squeezed.

But before you can start to cry, Harry starts to rap to Eminem, like, perfectly. You open the biggest grin ever, and your eyes almost pop out of your face. You can’t fucking believe he is rapping to Eminem.

“What the actual fuck was that, Mr. Castillo?” you crack up when he simply shrugs, like he hasn’t just dropped the mic.

“What?” his face is serious.

“Come on, you just rapped” you shake your head.

“I like Eminem” he laughs.

“No way, dude!” you are in awe “I can’t believe this. You don’t look like someone who likes Eminem.”

“You are so stigmatizing me” he narrows his eyes.

“I bet you work wearing a tuxedo or whatever. How can you like Eminem?” you are still in shock, looking at his face.

“I don’t. I wear a blazer, smart ass” he rolls his eyes.

“I think that as long as I stay with you, you’ll keep surprising me. I’ll discover something else about you.”

“I’m a box full of surprises, honey” he winks, walking past you, his hand sliding from your belly to your waist.

You’re both sitting on the couch after dinner, drinking the hot cocoa Harry just made, trying to remember your recipe. And he actually got everything right, surprising you. He even added a secret ingredient - which you don’t know what it is - and it made it even better. You’re between his legs, resting your body against his, your bare legs crossed with his, brushing together.

“I’ll miss you, Harry. I will miss this” you say, turning to face him, lying on your tummy.

“Me too, believe me” his voice is low, and you can feel the sadness in it. “Life will never be this good.”

Harry’s hand strokes your face lightly, and you sigh heavily, remembering how great it feels to kiss his lips, to come for him. His hands grip your hips, pulling you onto his lap, and you already feel it - his semi-hard cock already poking your inner thigh. It is like magic, every time you touch him, his cock gets hard. You giggle.

“What?” he asks, nuzzling your neck, his breath making you shiver.

“Well, buddy is all excited and all” you say, closing your eyes, feeling his kisses lowering to your shoulder.

“Here” he says, taking your hand, without his face leaving your neck, and placing it on his boner. “All for you.”

“Goddamn” you giggle, stroking it firmly, feeling every inch of it and imagining how it must feel inside of you “I’ve got goosebumps.”

“You should,” he murmurs. Now his kisses find your lips, and your hands cup his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

Tongues slide inside each other’s mouths so easily that it scares you. Your legs move to be firm, one on each side of his hips. Harry’s hand roams down your back and grips your ass, guiding your hips into the movement. There’s no rush, and you feel him now pressing against your pussy. Every rock of your hips is an electrical discharge, his length being used to the fullest. You bite his lower lip and pull slowly as a moan escapes from your mouth. Harry feels your pussy pulsing against him, and he tightens his grip on your ass.

“Fuck, this feels so good” you moan against his mouth.

“You’re amazing” he groans as one of his hands leaves your ass and tangles his knuckles in your hair, pushing your head gently back to kiss your neck.

Sweat starts to drip through your body, the heat from the fireplace and your bodies making it harder not to. His tongue slides up, tasting the salt on your skin, feeling your pulse against his tongue. You keep rocking your hips back and forth, your body craving a release, that’s all. So your rhythm becomes steady, without rushing. You want to live this moment, because you have no idea if it will last. Your soaked pussy starts to wet his denim pants, and when he notices, he chuckles. But his mouth claims your dry skin, building an unbearable tension. His cock strokes your clit, over and over again.

“Fuck!” you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulder.

“Will you come for me, gorgeous?” His lips brush against your ear. “I want to hear you scream out my name just like you did in the shower.”

Both of Harry’s hands grip your ass again, guiding it quicker and harder, chasing his release too. He starts to sweat as well. Your hands cup his neck, holding his face close so you can kiss every inch of it, his eyes closed. Sweat mixes as the pace becomes intense, your thighs trembling. The small cabin is filled with the creak of the couch, along with moans and groans. You feel his heartbeat racing against your palms, syncing with yours.

Your moans grow louder as he thrusts up. You can feel it coming. His eyes are focused on every small detail of your face, seeing every bit of pleasure he is giving you. His hands make you grind harder, feeling his cock hitting your clit perfectly.

“Come for me, baby, just like this” he commands, making every hair on your body rise. “You look beautiful when you come for me.”

His words are enough for you to give in, the orgasm hitting you hard. You can feel the waves rising through your body, which almost collapses back. Your pussy clenches against his cock, his pants soaked with your cum.

“Fuck, Harry!” you scream out his name.

“Yes, princess!” he says, lips brushing against your jaw, both of you slick and sweaty.

You don’t stop, just like he doesn’t, but now he fastens your pace. Seeing you come undone for him is what also pushes him to the edge. You feel his hands grip harder and his movements become uneven, and then he grunts, slower now, a few more movements before he is panting. You feel the warmth of his cum on his pants, against yours.

“Fuck!” he pants. “What was that?” he chuckles, breathless.

“I don’t know, but I love it” you laugh too, your head falling back, still feeling his hard cock against you.

“Look at me” he asks, one hand cupping your face, pulling your head to face him, his fingers tangled in your sweaty hair. “Yes, you look so perfect after coming for me.” he gives a peck on your lips.

“Do I?” you smile and give the peck back.

“I’ve never seen anyone more perfect” he sighs. “I want to taste you. Will you let me do it?” he mutters against your lips. “Please, I have to.”

You simply nod. This might be the last night you’re together. And you’re not giving in completely; you will not be that hurt, or will you? But it might be worth it. Harry gets up with you still tangled with him. He walks back to your room, laying you gently on the bed. His hands hook on your panties, pulling them down, sliding them out of your legs. He stands there, looking down at your pussy for the first time, biting his lower lip.

He kneels down in front of the bed, his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him. He inebriates himself with your scent. It is like it has power over him, like it is a potion. Harry licks a long, slow strip from your ass to your clit, savouring your cum. He sucks it gently to get every bit of it, then focuses on lapping at your swollen folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Just like I imagined it would be” his voice is pure desire.

“You’ve imagined it?” you giggle.

“Ever since I felt attracted to you, maybe day three,” he chuckles against your pussy, vibrating through you.

He goes back to devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in days, and in fact, he was starving—for you. His tongue thrusts inside of you, tasting your insides, sucking to get it all. It is addictive. He goes back to your clit, circling slowly and controlled, his fingers gripping your thighs, keeping them open. They will probably leave bruises from the pressure. The overstimulation goes from pain to pleasure, and it builds again.

“God…” you moan. “Harry.” Your hands fist his hair as the orgasm hits you once more.

With Harry, everything is way more intense—the pleasure, the desire, the desperation, and the orgasms. You pulse on his tongue, and he continues through it all, his lips getting every drop of your release. Smiling, he comes to you when you yank him up by his curls. His lips and chin are glistening. You sit up, meeting him, your mouths crashing together so you taste yourself on his tongue.

You don’t say a word, just push him onto his back, taking his boxers off, standing on top of him, sliding your slick pussy over his semi-hard cock. The first time they meet for real, skin on skin. But it is not the time yet. You go way down; it is sticky with his cum. You wrap your hand around his base, and with your eyes on his, you lick him, your tongue swirling, tasting his cum. He watches it all, hypnotized. He tastes so sweet, so real.

Harry hisses as you suck only the tip a few times, a bit of cum coming out. You smile against his cock as your mouth takes him completely, until it hits the back of your throat. His hips buck as you suck him deeper, bobbing down and hollowing your cheeks.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth…” he groans. “Delicious.”

His fingers thread gently into your hair now, but he lets you set the pace. He wants to know how you do it. He is fully hard now, and your focus is only on him. You feel each pulse, each buck and twitch, his cock throbbing on your tongue. Your hands come into the picture to help you, his pleasure building unbearably. Soon you feel it; he fills your mouth, what is left of his cum dripping on your tongue and down your throat. You swallow it greedily, watching his pleasure-filled face, his eyes on you as you do so, smiling wickedly.

“Come here, I want you again” he rasps.

He flips you onto your back once more, his mouth finding your pussy in record time. Desperate, his tongue finds your clit, and this time two fingers join in. It is the first time he gets inside of you, and he knows exactly where to find your G-spot, like he already knows the map of your body so well.

He continues to finger you, deep and steady. Now only his fingers work on you so he can watch you squirm under his touch. How gorgeous you look on this bed. He can picture you on his bed, on his sheets, soaking them with yourself, screaming his name. Just the thought is enough to send a shiver running down his spine. Your climax hits you hard and fast, your walls clenching around his fingers. He pumps a couple more times, and this time, for the first time, you squirt on his hands.

He places his mouth there so he can taste you - everything - smiling, satisfied. His fingers slow down, just like his mouth. You both lie in bed, but he cleans you up with his boxers, both of you smiling. But soon it hits both of you that tomorrow you will leave your Vienna and go back to the busy streets of New York, back into the real world. That is when your eyes water; you don’t want to say goodbye.

“Hey, don’t cry, please” his hands stroke your hair, his thumb wiping the tears that start to stream down your face “I promise this isn’t the last time. I want to try those condoms with you" he chuckles.

And you smile.

“I promise we will meet in New York. This won’t be just Vienna, this is a start” he smiles. However, he remembers that he is lying to you. You don’t know him; you know the man he wants you to know.

“Promise? That we will continue living our Vienna?” you ask between tears.

“I will. I promise this will be our Vienna, our New York, whatever and wherever you want” he says, kissing your forehead, pulling you to his chest.

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Chapter Seventeen / Chapter Nineteen

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Oliver

New York City morning chaos almost gets you run over by a Porsche. For the first time you're late for work, didn't even have time for breakfast, the reason being James and you texting until 11 PM. He has been so kind and so honest, helping with all the divorce process.

Harry's dad sent another document for you to sign. A silence one. You won't talk about Harry or the Castillos to the press, and he'll give you a settlement of U$2M. So, James will pick you up at your work to take you to a coffee once you're out.

When you get to your office, there is a huge bouquet of forget-me-nots on top of your desk. You roll your eyes and sigh, you don't have to even read the note attached to it to know who sent them.

"Beautiful flowers" you hear Ty's voice behind you

"Oh god!" you huff

"I'm sorry for what's happening right now" she says breathing heavily "You don't deserve it"

"Thank you, Ty!" you swallow your tears

"How are you feeling?" she asks sitting in front of you

"Terrible, his father is an asshole and he is trying to get me back at all costs" you let your head fall on the rest

"And do you want him back?" her words hit you, like every time you hear them

"I don't know." you close your eyes "I think I do, but I can't trust him"

"Trust is something we build, you know?" her smile is soft, she knows how to calm you down "If you love him, give him a chance"

"I don't want to get hurt again" now your head falls on your hands, elbows on your desk "I loved him more than anything, Ty. He really broke my heart. He could've told me so many times, but instead he kept on lying and lying. I had to find out through a stranger. Then through gossip sites, you know how I felt?"

"I can't even imagine" she reaches for your hand "But hey… I don't think he did it with bad intentions. If his dad is this asshole, then he has his reasons"

"I'm so confused, Ty! I can't even think straight, these last few weeks have been only papers and difficult words. Our love became this"

"He is trying, think, you don't have to give him an answer right away, in fact you should really think either way, to come back or to divorce, I will be here to give you the support you need" she pats your hand and stands up

"Thank you, Ty" you mutter

"You don't have to thank me, whatever you need I'm right by your side. Literally" she chuckles

When Ty leaves your office the flowers are still there, staring at you. You remember Iceland, of course, it was in Iceland it all began. Harry was the sweetest, a perfection actually. You should've known better. There was no way he was real. A bit of a workaholic, but always kind and respectful.

The day you dared to steal his iPad and he came running, you both almost kissed, and you've never felt that way for anybody else. He made your trip special even with all the setbacks. Now you understand how he managed to get a few things done, for example the lagoon. When you think about that all the blood in your body rises.

You take a deep breath and pick up the note, opening it like it's a bomb, and to you, it is. He wrote it, it's his handwriting. I will never forget you. Big Boy, H. You should throw it away. And that's what you do, putting the note inside the bouquet, opening the trash and throwing it inside.

James H. (lawyer): Ready?

You: Yes! I'll be out in fifteen.

James H. (lawyer): Okay, I'm waiting for you 😄

When you read his message a feeling creeps in, one that shouldn't be inside of you. Guilt. Harry hurt you in your deepest and you still feel guilty for just going for coffee with your lawyer? So he can clean up the mess he made? This is not a date!

James is there, leaning on his car, tapping on his phone, but as soon as he sees you walking to him, he stops and puts the phone in his pocket. With a big grin he comes up to you and gives you a hug, not that tight, just enough to greet you.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, walking around to open the door for you

"I'm fine" you swallow "I mean, the best I can do"

"Everything is going to be alright, believe me" he smiles softly with his hand on your lower back, it feels too intimate

You slide into the passenger seat and put the seat belt on. James' car is not that fancy, like Harry's, but it is fancier than yours. It smells like him, good. Once your lawyer enters the car and starts it, the feeling comes again. The guilt of being in another man's car and for thinking he smells good.

The coffee shop James takes you to is not that far from your office. It is not fancy, it is actually cozy and warm, a very neighborhood spot. Doesn't look like a date place, right? Right. It's just somewhere where you can talk and enjoy good food.

You both order your coffee and food, there's no time to lose. He sets the papers down, all the agreements Mr. Castillo sent him. And there are a lot. You have no idea why he worries so much about his assets if he's a billionaire. Maybe this doesn't have to do with his money, but with the women Harry chose.

"Okay, let's start with the silence one" he says with a heavy sigh and raising his eyebrows "He basically wants to buy your silence. That you stay quiet and don't mention Harry or the Castillo family to any news outlet. He is offering you U$2M for this."

"Oh god" you close your eyes and swallow "So my voice and my rights are worth U$2M?"

"That's what he's saying" James scratches his head "And if you do, you'll have to pay him back with interest. It's a lot to lose, right?"

"I won't say anything. I'm not proud to carry his last name anymore. They're a bunch of snakes and liars-" you stop and look at him "I'm sorry. But I don't want any money from them. I'm not signing"

"Good" he smirks, that was the answer he was waiting for "His father is used to making problems disappear. But you're a big problem, the worst for him, a fierce woman who doesn't bow to him. Who doesn't do what he wants, and that is the greatest way you can face them."

"Thank you, James, that means a lot" you giggle, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear

"So, tell me James, besides being a lawyer, who are you?" you look up "You know everything about me and I know nothing about you"

"Well, let me see, I'm thirty three years old, I live in a very nice apartment in Queens with my cat Daario. I run and practice baseball" he stops and thinks "I'm born and raised here, worked as a lawyer for ten years and I got divorced as well when I was twenty eight"

"Oh! I'm sorry" you widen your eyes and your jaw drops slightly "That's why you chose to be a divorce lawyer?"

"Yes! Got out of it thinking that I should do a job where I understand how it feels to be on the other side" he looks down at the paper

"That's very beautiful" you stop to look at him

"Yes, I know what you're feeling" he looks up, and his eyes find yours "That's why I'm really invested"

"I don't think I want to get married ever again" you giggle

"Me neither, it has been five years and I'm still not ready" he shakes his head "Look at us, talking about private life during a business meeting"

The food arrives and there is a moment, when you both look at each other as the waiter places your plates on the table, a moment where you know you understand each other. It's like for the first time you feel the weight lift off of your shoulders, like you have someone who really gets you.

"But if you want someone to talk to, I know how you're feeling, my marriage ended because she cheated on me" he takes a sip of his espresso

"Oh!" you swallow "Shit!"

"Yes!" he smiles "Shit!"

"Here's to the liars and cheaters I guess" you raise your glass

"To the liars and cheaters!" you clink glasses

"At least your ex is not famous and you're not insulted by paps" you shake your head and pout dramatically

"Yeah, I got rid of that part"

"And my father in law was dead, so" he looks at you biting his lips not to laugh

"No fucking way!" you burst into laughter, loud "I wish mine was!"

"I know it hurts, but you're doing well, do not bow to this man" he grins "I've never had a client who faced a man like that the way you did"

"My honor is the only thing I have right now, as for feelings, so" you raise your eyebrow "Thank you for making me laugh, I think it was the first time I genuinely laughed"

"Any time, my client"

Once the meeting is over, you both share the check for the meal, like you begged to. This is not a date. And headed outside, before you start walking, James stops and helps you with the collar of your coat. You could see Harry in front of you right now, outside the cabin in Iceland, when you were leaving and he wanted to make sure you were not going to be cold.

"Don't worry, okay? You're going to be okay" he bites his lower lip "Not because of the settlement or divorce, but you'll just, be okay"

"Thank you"

"Let me take you home" he mutters "Won't let you get a cab"

"Oh, security guard, lawyer and now private driver" you smile mischievously "You're multitasking"

"I can do a lot" he chuckles and leads you to his car

The sun has already set once James stops at your apartment door. For a moment you two just stay inside his car, laughing and talking. He hands you the folder with the agreement for you to read and take with you to the next mediation. He hops out and walks around his car to open the door for you.

"Did I do good as a private driver?" he questions, taking your hand to help you stand up

"Absolutely, you're a fun driver, make jokes and all" you giggle

Only when you step out of the car do you see him. Harry is standing at your building's door, holding a big bag. Your heart drops and your stomach turns. He is not looking at you, he is looking at James. Jaw clenched and you can see his hands turning to fists.

Harry wants to see you, he misses you so badly. He misses Oliver. Sitting on his chair and looking through the window of his office, he decides that 4 PM is a good time to leave work. He opens the door and Anna stands up, she notices how Harry has been sad and missing his meetings the last few weeks.

"Mr. Castillo, at 5 PM you have a meeting with Mr. Rodriguez" she says, loud

"Can you tell him I'm sick?" he shrugs

"That's the fourth time…" her voice lowers

"Well, call Jose Castillo and ask him to participate, I won't go"

"Mr. Castillo, I'm sorry for my intrusion, but I'm really sorry about the divorce" she sighs

"How do you know?" he stops and turns to her

"You've been down lately, not happy like you used to" she nods "And I got some papers, besides the gossip, I have to keep track of your name on the internet"

"Oh!" he closes his eyes "Thank you for your sentiments"

"I wish you two were still together, you were so happy"

"I know, I wish so too"

Harry turns to the elevator and clicks the button, entering as soon as it opens, hearing Anna call his father. He will surprise you, he has to see you. He makes his only stop on the way to your house and arrives just around the time you get home after work.

Fifteen minutes pass and you're not home yet. He finds it strange, you are never late because Oliver has to eat. And he waits, after one hour a car stops next to the sidewalk and he can see you through the window. He watches as your lawyer leaves the driver's side and opens the door for you, hearing your laugh. That laugh that was his, exclusively his.

A lot of feelings wash over his body: anger, sadness, pain. His heart breaks to see you with another man, getting out of his car, late and laughing. He could die right there. The moment your eyes meet he sees your face drop, and then Harry glances over to James.

"Ha-Harry?" you mumble "What are you doing here?"

"I'm so sorry for interrupting your moment" Harry mutters, sharply

"I'm just doing my job" James sighs

"Sure, I wonder what lawyer drives their clients around" Harry raises his eyebrows and his face is unreadable

"Harry, stop!" your voice is also sharp

"Well, I was already leaving. Don't forget to read the document" James nods at you

"Thank you for the coffee, James, and for your time" you smile and nod

"It was delicious" he taunts "Goodbye, Harry, see you at the mediation in two weeks" he doesn't face Harry, instead turns his back and walks to his car

"Hopefully" Harry mutters, low, his face red from the taunting

When James leaves you and Harry face each other. You can't believe he is right there, for the first time, in front of you, with no one else around. It's only you two, alone. His gaze meets yours, it's intense.

"Are you seeing him now?" Harry raises his eyebrows

"None of your business!" you roll your eyes taking the keys and walking past him

"I'm still your husband" he says holding your arm, not strong, just a hold

"You were never honest enough to be one" you pull your arm from him "The flowers, notes, empty apologies, it won't change anything. All I wanted was the truth"

"I'm trying my best" his voice is soft and low "You have no idea, I'm on the verge of burning every single dollar I have if it meant I could keep you"

You sigh and close your eyes, holding back the tears that are trying to leave your eyes. He is too close, dangerously close. You can smell his cologne and his scent, what you've been missing so much. But you can also smell alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" you knit your eyebrows

"No" he replies, letting your arm go

"Don't lie to me, I'm sick of it"

"I have" he nods

"Why?" your voice softens, a painful look appears on your face

"It's really hard living my life without you, I can't face it" you can see him biting the inside of his cheek, tears in his eyes

"Harry, you can't do this" you swallow, wanting to hug him, kiss him and tell him everything will be alright "You have to live"

"How can one live without a life?" he shrugs "When I tell you that you are my everything, I mean it"

"Harry…" you whisper

"Let me see him" he whispers back, really close "I miss Oliver"

"He is not well, Harry" you shake your head "Ever since you left, he is not eating, he has been hiding, throwing up. Sometimes he doesn't even get out of bed"

"I'm sorry. I miss him like crazy, I don't have someone purring on my head at night" he mutters

"That would be weird" you smile for a moment "Only a few minutes"

You walk inside your building and Harry holds the door to follow you. The stairs feel so much bigger now. When you open your door, you find Oliver lying on the floor, vomit by his side. He doesn't move.

"Oliver!" you scream

"Oli!" Harry drops the bag he was holding

He is breathing, but very slowly. Your heart is racing and you can't breathe, like the ground has disappeared and you're just falling. Harry is also shaking and his heart is beating almost as fast as it possibly can. He is speaking to you, but you can't hear it.

"Baby!" you hear it for the first time "Listen to me, take him, I'll drive to the veterinarian"

"Harry…" you're in panic, not even able to think

"Come here, I can't physically take you both, okay" he says, really close to your face

Harry takes Oliver in one arm and helps you to stand up with the other, giving you the support you need. Not only physically, but emotionally. You take the car keys and he helps you down the stairs. Once in the car, you hold Oliver in the back seat as Harry races through New York City's streets, heading to the best veterinarian in town.

He doesn't care about stop signs, doesn't care about other cars, he only cares about his son. You're looking at him, your baby. Oli's eyes are open, but he breathes really slowly. Harry doesn't even park properly, he opens the door of his car and leaves it, running with both of you inside the vet hospital.

"What's wrong?" the nurse comes to you

"I don't know, we need an emergency appointment" Harry shouts

"Okay, take him to room 6" she says, pointing at it

"Go! I'll sign the insurance paperwork" he rubs your back "Everything will be alright, trust me"

You nod and run, getting to the door. There is a probably 40 year old man there, he sees your face and jumps out of his chair, rushing towards you and taking Oliver from your arms, laying him on the stretcher. You stand there, not being able to move. Soon you feel it, a warmth, familiar and comforting.

"Everything will be fine" he kisses your head

The doctor examines Oliver, from head to toe, everything. Harry gets closer and starts asking a lot of questions, the veterinarian almost punching him in the face.

"We are going to run some exams, okay?" the doctor mutters

"Sure, I'll pay whatever the insurance doesn't cover, just do everything you have to" Harry is speaking too fast

"Okay, sir" the doctor stops in front of Harry "Calm down"

"I'm sorry, he is everything to us" his voice is lower now

"I know, that's why I'm doing my best" he nods "He might need surgery, I will run the exams just to confirm and he will need medicine and 24 hours of monitoring"

"Sure! Do whatever you need"

Harry steps back and hugs you again, by your side. When the doctor leaves the room with Oliver, your husband leads you to the waiting room, sits you down and hands you a glass of water. The receptionist calls him to list every single exam they will run on him.

You watch as Harry pays attention to every single word. Signing all the papers and nodding, writing a check and handing it to her. He does all of that without even questioning it. He loves Oliver. And you love him for that.

Soon, Harry is back and sits by your side, but he doesn't touch you. He just sighs, holding himself back from touching you. Both of you wait, staring at the television, having no idea what's on. When the door opens you both stand up at the same time.

"Oliver can go home, he will have to take medication 4 times a day for five days. If anything happens you have to bring him back. He has a urinary blockage, it can get serious if the medication doesn't work, in which case we will have to perform surgery" the doctor is serious, papers in his hands.

"Perfect, doc, thank you" you smile

"I'll get the medication and you go get our baby boy" he mutters

"My baby boy" Harry feels like he was stabbed in the back

But he swallows it and turns to get the medication from the receptionist, whom you notice hitting on him. This makes you angry, even though it shouldn't, the way she leans against the counter and talks to him. Your cat is almost dying and she is doing this?

"Mrs?" the doctor calls your attention "Shall we go?"

"Sure" you walk inside

Oliver is already up, meowing at you. You smile and your eyes tear up as you run to him, careful not to hurt your little one. Harry gets to the room a few seconds later and sees both of you. What he lost. Not for too long, he will get his family back, no matter what it costs him.

Even hesitantly, Harry walks to both of you. And as soon as Oliver sees him, it's like his eyes brighten, he meows. You look back and see your husband standing there, eyes full of tears. With a step aside you allow him to come closer to both of you.

Harry gets closer, and as soon as he leans to kiss Oliver, your cat slaps him in the face. Your jaw drops and you crack up. Even the doctor laughs. Your husband steps back with a smile.

"You must've hurt him really bad" the doctor laughs

"Guess I'll have to try and get him back as well" Harry laughs

"Yes, and I can tell you it won't be easy" you come closer, taking your cat in your arms

Before you leave you thank the doctor for everything and Harry leads you both to the car, he bought another small travel box so Oliver can come home safe. You know it is real and honest, Harry loves both of you. But you just can't trust him anymore. Once you get inside your apartment, Harry places the medication on the counter as you take Oliver to his bed.

"Here, I wrote on the boxes the times he has to take each medicine" he sighs and takes his phone, turning to the door

"Thank you, Harry" you say, wishing you had the guts to make him stay

"I'll do anything for both of you" he turns to you "You both are my life, whenever you need me I'll be right here. I really wish I hadn't lied, but-" he exhales "Sorry, it doesn't matter"

There's something inside of you. You miss him, so badly - his touch, his body, his kisses. When you see his hand on the doorknob you take a deep breath in, heart aching, the heat rising. You need him.

"Big boy?" you call him and he stops, you called him, that was exactly what he wanted to hear from you

"Yes?" he turns slowly

"Why?" you bite your lower lip "Why do you do it?"

"How do I do what?" he questions

"I hate that I still love you" you say quietly "I wasn't supposed to, I don't even know who you are"

"You know who I am" a grin stretches on his face, you still love him "That's why you still love me"

"Stop! I'm just out of my mind" you laugh under your breath

"So the lawyer is just someone for you to have fun with" he shakes his head

"Shut up!" your voice gets higher "And what about the receptionist? You enjoyed the way she looked at you?"

"The rece-" he knits his eyebrows, but then his face lights up "Are you jealous?"

"No" you turn around

"You are!" he chuckles

"You're such an asshole!" you huff, rolling your eyes

"Okay, I'm leaving then"

You don't want him to leave. Without a second thought, your body moves before your mind even processes it, running to him and jumping on him. He holds you by the back of your thighs, your legs wrap around his hips, mouths collapsing into one another, hearts beating fast. There are a lot of feelings inside of you - longing, fear, desperation and of course, still love.

The kiss is messy, both of you missed each other so badly. He takes off your shirt with one swift movement, admiring your breasts under your bra. Your back hits the wall when he pins you against it so he can kiss your whole chest, biting your nipple from over the fabric, a moan escaping from your mouth. He missed your moans.

Your hands roam his chest and down to his abs, stopping at the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, he takes his hands off your thighs and lifts his arms so you can slide it off. Then he holds you even closer, you can feel his hard cock against your inner thigh.

Harry carries you to your room, on the way your foot hits a framed photo and it falls to the ground, glass cracks, but neither of you cares. In that moment, nothing could make you be away from each other. He throws you onto the bed and you bounce, a smirk on his face and his teeth sinking into his lower lip, Harry admires you.

"Always so perfect" he murmurs "A goddess"

"Shut up, big boy" you don't smile "Do your job, and do it right"

He kneels at the edge of the bed, pulling you close to him, unbuttoning your jeans and peeling them from your legs. With kisses his mouth gets closer and closer to your soaked pussy. His lips and tongue, fuck you missed them. Harry's mouth sucks your whole pussy through your panties, tasting your arousal.

"Fuck" you hiss

A smile stretches on his face, as his hands hook into your panties and he rips them, destroying them. No fucks given. Once again he covers your whole pussy with his mouth and sucks it deeply, drawing a loud moan. Tongue licking up, like he always does, from your ass to your clit, shivers running up your body.

A gentle suck on your clit and then a lick with his broad tongue, then with only the tip he circles your clit, putting two of his fingers inside of you, making you gasp. He pumps his fingers mercilessly and sucks you like he would never do it again. And he might not.

Your hips are already grinding on his mouth, your body betraying you. You hate that you want him, hate that you're all spread and desperate for him. Hate that he eats you out so well, no one will ever do it like this. Harry's mouth works relentlessly on you, he missed your taste and your cum, he wants you to come.

"Come for me, my love" his fingers curl and hit your g-spot

Harry continues and one of your hands fists the sheets as the other grabs his hair, legs trembling as the heat rises. The orgasm comes in waves as Harry fucks you with three of his thick fingers now, his mouth is not in a rush, he wants to enjoy the moment, but you're desperate, grinding on his mouth.

The big wave comes, washing over you, intense and suffocating. You scream out his name, as your pussy clenches around his fingers and the aftershocks are sucked by his mouth, prolonging it. Harry drinks you in, every drop, he doesn't waste anything.

"I fucking need you now" you moan

"Just one more, please, my love" he begs with his hot breath still on your pussy

You don't say anything, so Harry's mouth goes back to your sensitive and swollen pussy, he sucks your clit rhythmically, making you twitch, before his fingers join he fucks you with his tongue, tasting you from the inside. Licking your folds slowly, coming back to focus on your clit. Every movement of his mouth is to worship the woman you are.

The texture of his tongue, warm against your pussy is amazing, perfect, makes you see stars, and that is what you see as your second orgasm builds and explodes. This time you bite your lip to hold back the scream but your whole body quivers.

"Perfect" he drinks you in and then rises, climbing up to you "I fucking love you"

Harry kisses you, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Your foot finds his cock, stroking it from over his pants, he moans into your mouth, your hand desperate to unbutton his jeans and free him, to satisfy you.

"Come on, big boy, show me what you're capable of" you smile "I missed being fucked properly"

"Come here then, let me show you" he smiles mischievously, turning you onto all fours

One of his hands grips your hip and the other wraps around his cock, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly he pushes inside, both of you moaning together. The stretch that neither of you experienced for weeks, it feels like the first time. Harry watches as your head tilts back and your back arches towards him.

His hands roam your back before they stop at your waist, starting to thrust, at first slowly, angling and hitting all the right spots, feeling you clench around him. Your pussy is warm and tight.

"Oh, baby" he sighs "So good, I missed you so fucking bad"

"Fuck" you breathe "I missed you too"

The moment those words come out of your mouth, you regret it, starting to push back so he goes harder. And that's exactly what Harry does, he fucks you hard, losing his rhythm. His hips slam against your ass and the sound of skin on skin echoes through the room, along with the headboard hitting the wall.

Your hands fist the sheets. Harry grabs your hair, fisting it, pulling your head back. And he goes deeper and harder, grunting as he hits the spot that makes you see stars. His other hand holds your waist and pulls you closer, slamming harder.

"You take my cock so fucking well" he leans to bite your back

"Shut up, Harry. Stop praising me" you growl, and he continues.

"Don't you dare call me Harry" he snaps

"What are you going to do?" you look back, to see his pleasure filled face "Punish me? I won't let you, I am the one punishing you now"

You're so close, you can feel the orgasm building, Harry knows it, he knows your body too well. He reaches down your body, finding your clit, rubbing it slowly but with the right pressure.

"No punishment, I want to make you cum on my cock" he whispers in your ear making you shiver "Fuck you so good you won't ever want to leave me"

You break, the orgasm hits you, it's overwhelming, feeling his cock pulsing inside of you as you grip him. So good. His fullness, his touch, his words. Everything. Your pussy spasms around him.

"Fuck, Harry" your head falls

And he turns you onto your back, guiding his cock to your entrance, this time he wants to see your face. He wants to cum looking into your eyes, he needs this. You need it too, just not ready to admit it. Harry enters you slowly, calmly as he looks into your eyes.

The thrusts are calculated, he wants to enjoy every moment of it. Harry buries his head in your neck, breathing in your scent, perfume mixed with your sweat. He loves this. On his elbows he is closer, too close, your breaths mingling. He kisses you and for a moment you forget everything.

Harry grunts and you moan, the rhythm is perfect. Always. You are made for each other. You feel his cock pulsing, his movements become uncontrolled, and knowing him you start grinding on him, your hips rolling around him. With a smile and a loud grunt, calling your name over and over, like he could ever forget, Harry comes inside of you, filling you up.

Still inside of you, he kisses your collarbones and neck, getting to your lips. He savours your mouth, exploring and biting your lower lip and pulling it. You look at him and regret what you just did. His eyes are full of hope. Noticing something is wrong he pulls out slowly, and you feel the emptiness of his absence. It is like a wound that only he could heal.

He collapses by your side, pulling you flush to him, but you pull away. Harry's heart breaks.

"Harry, this is not a reconciliation" you mutter, low "This is sex, nothing else. I miss you, like this."

"So you won't forgive me?" he asks, face down

"I don't know, I'm confused. But I need you, like this, and I decide when. You can sleep over tonight, it's too late, but you won't sleep here every night."

"Okay" Harry swallows, he has to accept it if it's the only way he will get to see you

Harry wakes up in the middle of the night to give Oliver his medicine, you just hear him. Talking to the cat, apologizing over and over. But he does it. Then you feel him lie behind you, spooning. You don't pull away, you let him do it. The longing hurts, and you also need to feel him like this.

In the morning, when you wake up, Harry is doing Oliver's morning routine. Giving him food and struggling with the medication. You peek through the hallway. He is also making you a grilled cheese. But you can't fall for that.

"I'm leaving okay?" he swallows, not wanting to leave "Just call me if you need anything"

"I will" you smirk, and as he places his hand on the doorknob "And Harry?"

"Yes?" he turns his face

"Tell your father that my voice doesn't have a price tag"

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Chapter Nine / Chapter Eleven

Cleaning

Harry pushes the glass door of his company’s building, angry. He doesn’t want to be there, he wants to be at home with you. It has been two days since your first date and since you saw each other for the last time. The longing is already too unbearable. He wants to be in bed with you and Oli, just like that day. One of the best of his life.

He walks towards the elevator without even paying attention, his phone in hand just to start his day talking to you, not even acknowledging the people that greet him.

Big boy: Good morning, sunshine! ☀️

Mrs. Castillo: Good morning, big boy! Already at work?

Big boy: Yes. Wish I could be with you in bed the whole day again.

Mrs. Castillo: You know I work too, right? Today I’m at the office 😩🙄

Big boy: It’s Friday and I’m in love. What time do you leave?

Mrs. Castillo: 5 pm

Big boy: I’ll be there to pick you up

Mrs. Castillo: Oh 🤭 can’t wait

The elevator bell rings, stopping at his floor. Harry gets out and Anna comes to him. He raises his head with a smile she has never seen before. Is this even her boss? She has her tablet in her hands already rambling about his schedule for the day, five meetings. He can make it if the reward is having you all to himself later.

Everything he can think about during his whole work day is you. At the meetings Anna has to be fully attentive, because he is not even there mentally. He is only thinking about your scent, your bed, you on your bed.

“Mr. Castillo, what about these projects?” Mr. Anderson asks.

“Yes?” Harry wakes up from his daydreams.

“Are you listening to me?” the man asks angrily.

“I am. I just have a huge migraine” Harry rubs his forehead “But Anna is gathering all the information so I can make the right decision regarding your tender.”

“Harry, what is happening to you? Vacation, day off, now you’re not even listening to me, one of your biggest partners?”

“I’m sorry, Herb. I am. I’ll give you an answer Monday. I have to consult my associate anyway. I’ll show everything you just presented to me, and as soon as he gives me his response I’ll reach you.” he nods “I’m a human being, Mr. Anderson. I deserve to feel and to live.”

Harry gets up from the chair, fixing his blazer and getting out the door. Anna’s heels click behind him.

“Mr. Castillo!” she says “What did you just do?”

He stops, turns to her, and for the first time he grins at her.

“I’m setting boundaries, Anna. That Harry you used to know is no longer here.” he sighs “I’ll be here, but I won’t work like I used to. In fact, I’ll be leaving at 4 today.”

“Mr. Castillo, what happened on that trip that made you come back so different?” she giggles.

“Love, Anna. True and pure love.” he smiles softly “But don’t tell anyone. I want to shield her from all this crap.”

“Okay, sir.”

It is the first time Anna asks about Harry’s private life, and the first time he tells someone in his circle about you. Not even Evan - his best friend - knows yet. And Anna will keep this secret for him, and she will give him the support he needs. The first thing is to end his day at 4 p.m.

Harry leaves the big building grinning, anxious to meet you, the first time picking you up at work. He gets to his car and the whole drive is like he is going to die: his heart is beating fast inside his chest, hands shaking and breath catching. How can you do this to him? But besides the anticipation of seeing you, there is also something else, he is scared someone might recognize him.

When he gets to the address you send to him he parks right in front of the building and waits, he gets there five minutes early. His fingers drum on the wheel. And at 5:05 p.m he sees you walking out of the big sliding door of the building talking to a colleague. He notices your eyes roaming the street searching for him.

Harry gets out of the car and waves at you, when you see him your whole face lights up. You run and jump on him, he holds you and kisses your cheeks.

“I missed you so much!” you say kissing his neck, after living together for two weeks it is weird being away for so long - two days.

“Wow! I missed you too baby” he looks at you “What do you want to do now?”

“What about going home and having sex until the morning comes? Maybe grab some gelato first?” you smirk

“We can do that!” he gives you a peck on the lips before you jump down.

Harry wakes up to your voice singing softly in the kitchen. A smile curves on his mouth. You can’t be real. But you are. He is tangled up in your sheets. He just takes this moment in before he gets up.

And then he does, stretching before sitting up and putting his boxers on. The smell of coffee starts to fill the room.

He leans on the door jamb, looking at you. You’re in his shirt - the one he left with you at the cabin - dancing with a very annoyed Oli while you wait for the toast.

“Good morning, big boy!” you smile once you spot him. Oliver takes the opportunity to run away from you.

Harry walks slowly towards you. His arm slips around your waist, pulling you closer. His body is warm against yours, heart beating fast.

“Good morning, the most beautiful woman in the universe” he smiles softly, kissing your lips.

“Oh, I’m already in love with you, no need to flatter me” you mutter against his lips, smiling.

“I’ll always praise you, because you’re the best thing in my life” he kisses your neck.

“Oooh, this is so serious” you giggle “I made breakfast and later I’ll have to clean my house.”

“You clean your house? On a Saturday morning?” he narrows his eyebrows.

“Yes, Harry, why? When do you clean yours?” you raise one eyebrow.

“I have Jeanine. She comes once a week” he swallows, she actually is there every day.

“I need a Jeanine. But I like to do it my way” you shrug, getting out of his embrace and turning to the toast.

“I’d be pleased to help you” Harry hugs you from behind, kissing your neck. He knows nothing about cleaning a house. The last time he did it he was probably twelve, and he only swept his bedroom.

“Are you sure?” you ask while cutting the avocado, narrowing your eyes.

“Absolutely!” he takes his arms off you and goes to grab the eggs inside your fridge.

He breaks them in a pan he takes from your cabinet, already knowing where each of your things stays. You watch, amazed. He has been there only two days and already memorized everything.

But that is one of the things you love most about Harry. He is always so attentive.

“You look so hot when you cook” you say, winking at him “Can’t wait to see you sweeping my house.”

“I look even hotter, I can guarantee you that!” he grins.

You stand on your toes to pick the plates, but Harry does it for you, just handing them over.

“Thank you, big boy. Huge boy actually” you giggle.

“I think you’re just too small” he chuckles, tickling your ribcage.

“Oh shut up” you hit him with the cloth.

Harry finishes the eggs and you finish the avocado toast. He pours coffee for both of you and checks if you already fed Oliver. Then he sits in front of you at your small table. This is a cool Saturday morning, he is staring at you and you narrow your eyes with a shy smile.

“What?” you ask

“Nothing, I was just so far away” he shakes his head “Tell me, when do I get to meet your amazing mother?”

“Oh, god!” you laugh “Just like that?”

“Come on, I met your son”

“We will have to go on a little trip, she lives in Reno, Nevada now” you sigh

“Okay, we can do that, just schedule and I buy the plane tickets” he is looking at his mug, like he just said he will buy a Snickers for you

“Calm down, cowboy!” you smile with your eyebrows knitted “I work, you know that right?”

“Yes, you do” he reaches for your hand as he bites his toast “But we can go on the weekend or maybe you can work from home”

“I love how you really want to meet my mom!” you sip on your coffee “I’ll talk to her. But what about your parents, will I ever meet them?” you raise one eyebrow, Harry chokes, oh fuck, his parents

“They are on a volunteer trip, will be back in one month” he nods

“Okay, then I can meet them right? Maybe we can do a video call?” you narrow your eyes

“Yes, I can check when they will be free” he clears his throat “About Nevada…”

“What? We are not getting married in Vegas with Elvis as our celebrant” you bite your lips to hold a laugh

“Smart ass” he rubs his foot on your leg “I was eager to do this, buy a white dress and all”

“Oh no, Castillo, I don’t think I want to get married like that, I can’t even wear white, I’m definitely not a virgin” you laugh, head falling back

“You are not?” he widens his eyes, faking surprise “Did you fool me?”

“Yes, I was the plastic doll you were fucking last night”

“Don’t talk like that…” he rolls his eyes

“What?” you take a moment to understand “Oh, fuck! Sorry I was the plastic doll you made sweet love to last night. Better?”

“Way better” he smiles

You finish breakfast and Harry starts to look for plane tickets to Reno, he will do it himself, not ask Anna to do it. And he thinks about how he will dodge the questions about his parents. He can’t hide them forever. And pretending that they died won’t be a nice alternative, you would want to go to their funeral. You just place the dishes in the sink and walk to the bedroom to change clothes. Harry follows you.

“You look so good in my shirt, why take it off?” he asks right behind you

“Because, I don’t want to stain it.” you already take it off and throw it on the bed

“Wow!” he smirks “You look better like this, can we go clean the house now?”

“Shut up!” you shake your head throwing one of your shirts at him before getting a gym top and shorts

Harry walks to your bed and folds his shirt, just like the one you threw on him. It is funny how he is so organized and you’re an organized chaos. He puts sweatpants on.

You open your bedroom window and let the light - winter grey light - enter your room. Harry helps you make your bed. But of course you keep teasing him, slapping his ass and kissing his neck the way you know makes him shiver.

“Can you stop?” he chuckles “You’re making it harder to focus on my task, especially because I know how good you look naked on this bed.”

When it is done, you both follow to the kitchen where you gather the cleaning supplies. You hand him a cloth to clean your furniture while you wipe and mop the floor. Eminem is blasting on your Alexa, just because you know that Harry likes him, and you do too.

You realize now how much you like seeing him clean your apartment, the way his muscles flex under his shirt and how his butt looks in the sweatpants. It is a huge distraction. But you continue to do your thing.

When Space Bound starts to play, it is not a very great love song, but Harry comes close, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“No way, how toxic, you coming to dance with me during this song” you giggle when his beard scratches the crook of your neck.

“Stop, before the toxic part it is kind of cute” he chuckles.

“You can rap for me while we dance, please?” you turn to him, dropping the mop. Oliver just judges you both from your bedroom hallway.

“I don't know the whole lyrics, I didn't practice this one” he kisses your nose.

“Okay then, just hug me then.”

He wraps his arms around you, swaying around your small living room. His warmth brings you a sense of calmness, and you are the one who starts rapping, because you love this song. Harry realizes that he likes cleaning the house, if you’re with him.

You change playlists and the song that comes next is Closer by Kings of Leon and you are putting the dishes back in place, on your toes to reach the cabinet like before.

And you feel it, Harry’s body behind yours, his warmth making you shiver. He takes it from your hand and places it inside the cabinet, closing it right after. His hands now on your arms, sliding down your body, stopping at your hips.

Harry pulls you to him, kissing your head, then your neck, making you shiver.

“Harry!” you giggle “We have to do groceries, I have nothing.”

“Groceries can wait” he says in your ear, and you close your eyes.

You turn to face him, looking into his eyes. They are so hungry for you. Ever since you had your first time, you can’t keep your hands off each other.

Harry’s hands hold your sweaty face, brushing your hair back. He kisses your forehead, your eyes, the tip of your nose, each cheek, your chin and then finally your smiling lips.

“Harry, I’m sweaty and smelly” you close your eyes as he lowers his lips, kissing your neck again.

“I don’t care, you can never be smelly” his teeth graze your skin.

“Fuck! I hate you for doing this.”

“You love me” he chuckles.

“Cocky!” you giggle “But I do, I love you, Harry Castillo” you admit for the first time.

Harry stops and raises his head to look into your eyes. You said that with such certainty that he can’t believe it.

“What?” he asks.

“I love you, Harry” you shake your head like it’s nothing.

“You love-” you can see in his eyes “Me?”

“Yes, why are you acting like that?”

“I love you too, I wanted to say it first.” this is the first time Harry hears this with this much honesty. You love him.

This is enough for him to pin you against your kitchen counter, his lips meeting yours with passion, in a way he never kissed anyone before. You’re full of firsts and he loves that.

Harry props you up on the counter, positioning himself between your thighs. The kiss deepens, his hands on your neck and yours in his messy and sweaty hair.

Your tongue explores his mouth in such a slow pace that you can savor all of it, making Harry moan. The dance between your tongues is perfectly choreographed. You bite his lip and suck it to soothe.

Then you do it all over again, swirling and playing against his tongue, sucking it. You pull back just enough to look into his eyes and see how red and swollen his lips are.

His hands thread in your hair, pulling it back gently just so he can kiss your neck. The other hand slips inside your top, grabbing one of your breasts and rubbing his finger on your nipple, already so hard that it hurts.

You moan, and he goes down with his lips, biting your shoulder before both hands find the hem of your top and pull it from you, staring, licking his lips.

“Take a picture, big boy" you smile teasingly, biting your lip.

“For real?” his eyes get wide and his jaw slightly drops.

“Yes!” you nod.

Harry runs to his phone, coming back in seconds.

“Okay, how do I do it?” he asks and you laugh.

“Just like you do with any other picture. I will pose and you can snap the pic” you raise your eyebrows, shaking your head.

This is enough for him to pin you against your kitchen counter, his lips meet yours with passion, in a way he never kissed anyone before. You’re full of firsts and he loves that. Harry props you up on the counter, positioning himself between your thighs. The kiss deepens, his hands on your neck and yours in his messy and sweaty hair.

Your tongue explores his mouth in such a slow pace that you can savor all of it, making Harry moan. The dance between your tongues is perfectly choreographed, you bite his lip and suck it to sooth. Then you do it all over again, swirling and playing against his tongue, sucking it. You pull back just enough to look into his eyes and see how red and swollen his lips are. 

His hands thread in your hair, pulling it back gently just so he can kiss your neck, the other hand slips inside your top, grabbing one of your breasts and rubbing his finger on your nipple, already so hard that it hurts. You moan, and he goes down with his lips, biting your shoulder before both hands find the hem of your top and pull it from you. Staring licking his lips.

“Take a picture, big boy” you smile teasingly, biting your lip 

“For real?” his eyes get wide and his jaw slightly drops

“Yes!” you nod

Harry runs to his phone, coming back in seconds.

“Okay, how do I do it?” he asks and you laugh

“I will pose and you can snap the pic” you raise your eyebrows shaking your head

And that is what you do, covering each boob with one hand, Harry takes the picture, throwing his phone on the couch later. His hand is holding the side of your face with a bit of pressure, the other hand on your hip. Your mouths collide again. Your hand rests on his chest, squeezing a little. You feel his cock hardening against your inner thigh. 

“Baby” you mutter against his lips, lifting his shirt now 

Harry pulls back just so the shirt can pass, you stare at his body, kissing his chest, your hands running all over his torso. You love him, bit by bit. He scoops you over and lays you on the floor, you just cleaned. With care and gentleness he lowers your shorts and panties, his weight almost crushing you. His hand slips to your already soaked pussy, grinning at the thought of him causing this. 

“All for you, my love” you whisper, and he breaks 

You palm his erection through his shorts and stroke it a few times. He circles your clit as your hand slips inside of his shorts, meeting his warm and throbbing cock. Both of you moan into each other’s mouth. He teases you, for the first time Harry is teasing you. And you like that, he looks down, pleasure dominating his features as he dives more into your pussy, every moan that he draws from your mouth he feels his eyes blurring from horniness. You grind on his fingers, desperate.

The pace is soft and slow, he puts the right pressure so you enjoy the most of it. Harry loves seeing you come for him, ever since the first time he saw it. The way your eyes roll, your teeth bite into your lower lip and even like this you cry out his name. How you shiver under his body. He wants to see it now. You feel tears prickling your eyes.

“How can you be so beautiful? So perfect?” he whispers in your ear, biting your jaw

“Oh, Harry, please!” 

He continues, a little faster now, with a bit more pressure. You see stars under your eyelids, your back arching to him. Harry kisses your neck, feeling your pulse against his tongue. You are panting and sweating, and you shatter, shuddering, moaning his name loud. Clenching on his hand, he smiles at the sight. He dips two of his fingers inside of you, coating his fingers with your cum taking them straight to his mouth, sucking.

“So tasty” he hums “So beautiful”

“Can you please gently make love to me?” you giggle

Your hands go back to his cock, taking his boxers and freeing him, you guide him to your entrance, anxiety taking control of you. 

“Calm down” he laughs, reaching on his back pocket for a condom 

“You don’t have to, I trust you” you whisper “And don’t worry, I won’t get preggers”

He smiles, dropping the condom, your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him, and he penetrates inch by inch, you feel your pussy stretching around him. Both of you gasp, your nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to move, slow and tender. Forearms supporting him, fingers brushing on your hair as he thrusts deep. You bounce.

Harry hooks your leg over his broad shoulder so he can go deeper and feel you all, hitting that delicious spot inside of you that makes your vision blur. His swear drips to your chest and mixes with yours. The pleasure borders on pain from the intensity. He leans down to kiss you messily, your moans and breathes mingling.

“Can you come for me, my love?” Harry kisses your chin

You feel his thumb on your clit, pressing harder this time. You scream out Harry’s name as the orgasm rips you apart, your pussy clenching wildly around his cock, your desperation pulling him closer. He buries his face on your neck, inhaling your scent as he comes too, an animalistic growl leaving his lips. Hips shuttering as he fills you up with his cum, until it leaks out, dripping on your ass

Harry collapses carefully by your side, pulling you to his chest and kissing your forehead, his finger brushing lightly on your back making you arch to the touch.

“Oh shit, we’ve just cleaned the floor, what a mess we made” you laugh “Don’t tell me I have to see you on all fours cleaning it again.” there is a pinch of mischief in your smile now.

“Smartass” he chuckles “At least Oliver is nowhere to be found here.”

“Yes, he recognized the noises, babe”

“I love you, my queen” he says again.

“I love you too, big boy.”

“I’ll never get used to hearing you say this” he chuckles “I’m so lucky. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You walk to your car, that is parked at the street, if you don't drive it, it'll probably die, besides, Harry's car is too small to groceries, how he does his, you have no idea. Harry walks behind you and when he sees your car he smiles. You have a Cherokee 98, it doesn't even have alarm. 

"Wow!" he says "Beautiful"

"My car?" you knit your eyebrows

"Yes, you take really good care of it" he sighs getting close "But no alarm? You're insane"

"Harry... who in the world would want to robe this car? I Always park next to cars like yours, because they will Always choose a fancy one." you giggle opening thedrivers door and getting inside

"Strategee" he chuckles getting on the passenger seat

Being a good driver is not your thing, you're an offensive one. Harry spends the whole drive scared for his life, and you laugh. His fingers holding hard on the board. You park at the supermarked and he sighs.

"Alive and well" you shake your head turning the engine off

"I'm surprised you made it to your 30's driving like this" his eyes are wide 

"Oh, please! It is nice to have a bit of adrenaline in your body for once" you push his shoulder and shake your head opening your door and leaving the car.

With Harry everything is so fun and easy. And for him, everything is new with you. He sees you comparing prices and checking nutritional tables. There's a small argument over buying Doritos or Cheetos, both of you win and you take both. Also, a lot of chocolate. 

"I'm paying, Harry!" you shake your head "My groceries for my house, when we finally go to yours you pay"

Harry swallows, he hasn't thought you would want to meet his apartment. A $12M penthouse is not a place for a Real State Consultant to live. 

"Deal! Once the renovation ends I will take you there, is a mess right now" he shrugs

"Are you renovating your apartment?" you ask narrowing your eyes

"I am, they started when I arrived, I'm living with a friend ever since" he takes a few bags, the heavier ones 

"Why haven't you told me? You can stay with us until is over" you walk by his side to the car with the rest of the groceries

"I don't want to bother you, my queen" he leans in and kisses your temple

"You are not bothering, you can come in anytime you want, Oliver and I will be really happy" you grin at him and his heart squeezes, how can he lie to you? Such an amazing woman, the best he ever had

"Thank you" he nods

You place the groceries inside the trunk, and the lie keeps playing inside Harry's mind. What if you two marry? He wants to do it, he is certain he will live with you until the end of your times. He can't hide his life forever. But it is so good like this, he doesn't want to go to his penthouse, he doesn't want to ride his other fancier car or go to fancy restaurants. He wants to lay on your couch and eat Doritos. 

"Harry, Phoebe asked if you don't want to come with us to the concert next Saturday" you bite your lip, scared he will say no "Her fiance will come too, so, I won't be the third wheel"

"Okay" he says picking his phone "Where can I buy the tickets"

You smile, already excited, he said yes. You tell him the site.

"VIP?" he asks like its nothing

"Harry, with the crowd!" you say like it is the most obvious thing in the world

"Oh sure" he nods "I just thought since you're a fan"

"I am, put I ain't paying like U$300 just to see a concert and be close to them" 

"Yeah! Absolutely waste of money" he side eyes you, smiling

Before heading home you stop at a restaurant to get a late lunch. You were feeling like eating a Milanese Sandwich, so Harry took your to Guarjiuliu’s, a place 60th St. And it was actually the best 

After tiding thing up in your kitchen, everything smells great and your house is organized you two go to the couch, just snuggle. You and Harry had plans for later on, but you still couldn't figure out what to do.

"So, what about tonight?" you ask, playing with his thick fingers 

"I was thinking maybe we can order something and just stay in, I want to stay inside with you and Oliver. Maybe watch a movie?" he closes his hand on yours and squeeze it

"I think is a great idea, I'm so tired" you sigh in relief

"What do you want to watch?" he asks kissing the top of your head

"Maybe Friday the 13th? I'm feeling slashery today" you giggle standing on your forearm and looking at him

"Is that a feeling?" he chuckles

“Absolutely, an amazing feeling” you giggle

“This scares me a bit” 

After choosing the movie, Harry orders sushi from a nice place he likes and you just agree. You snuggle together on the couch, you and Harry under a blanket. Watching the movie while waiting for the food. Oliver jumps by your side and cuddles in between you both. You and Harry know that this is the place you want to be.