#harrygivenchy

Anonymous said: Here 4 the sneak peek pls

OK OK, I’m giving in…

Harry loved to tour. He always said it was his favourite part of this job, performing to thousands of fans who gave him this opportunity. He thanked them at every single show because he wanted to let them know how grateful he was that he could live his dream, because of them and their continuous support. He got to see city after city, travel from country and country, spend time with his band and enjoy different cultures, he loved every single second of it. But there was one thing that didn’t satisfy his needs as much as he would like: sex.

Performing live was a euphoric experience, adrenaline rushed through him when he was on stage, feeding off the crowd’s energy so it wasn’t his fault when that energy accumulated down to the organ in between his legs. There had been plenty of nights in his hotel suite, when he lay there alone in the huge bed, his hand wrapped around his large cock and getting himself off to release all of that built-up energy. Of course it felt good and his low grunts of pleasure echoed off the walls, surely his bandmates could hear him but he honestly didn’t care, he cared more about getting a release than his closest friends hearing him have a wank. It wasn’t every night but it sure as hell was every week and while his hand did a good enough job, he wanted more. He wanted to put his cock deep in a girl’s pussy, fill her up and make her feel good, that would make him feel so good. But he didn’t want to go out and find a random girl at a club and fuck her. He’d spent so many years fighting back against the “womanizer” rumours, he wasn’t that at all, although during this tour, he was looking for a good time but he wanted it to be with someone he knew, someone he trusted, someone who would be game, to help him with his desires and in return, he could do the same back to them. One night in a hotel in Argentina, Harry’s eyes snapped open and her name curled past his lips so perfectly.

“Y/N.”

He knew her from a while back, a good couple of years. She was a close friend of Gemma’s, his sister always happened to hang out with her back home since she was in a variety of Gemma’s instagram posts, having a coffee or out on a girl’s lunch date. He quickly popped on the app and scrolled down a little on his sister’s profile, searching for the face that had entered his mind not two minutes ago. He tapped on one picture and there she was, seated beside Gemma with a smile on her face. Y/N was beautiful, anyone could see that, Harry certainly did, but she also had a kind heart and it hadn’t been blind to him that the few times he had met her, she had been very flirty and she had been completely sober. Yes, she was shy but her flirting was amazing. Biting back comments, a fierce mind, ran her fingers through his freshly-cut hair, Harry remembered the feeling, stimulating his scalp follicles, the floral scent of her perfume, the delicious peals of her laughter…he wondered what it would be like to make her cum.

I did the best I could, I hope you like it, love!

Three hours.

That’s how long you had been staring at your laptop, papers with bullet-pointed notes scattered around the desk, important details highlighted in different colours. Your brain couldn’t handle much more of this but you had to study. Finals were approaching and you were insanely nervous, you had no choice but to spend almost every night doing this, staying up late and revising. Though Harry wished you would take some time out to spend a night or two a week with only him.

“Babe, come into bed, please.”

“Not now, Harry. I need to study for finals.” You bit back, more harsh than you had intended. Harry wasn’t fazed, he knew you were just frustrated and not to mention, sleep-deprived. He slipped off the bed and came over to you, resting his hands on your shoulders, thumbs giving you a soft massage. Usually, you would succumb to his touch but not this time.

“No, don’t touch me.” You snapped, one hand on your forehead and the other tapping the mouse pad to move from tab to tab. Harry didn’t give up though; he went further.

His mouth attached itself to your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your pulse and behind your ear, which was one of your most sensitive spots. He moved his hand down to cup your breast through the fabric of your shirt; one of his old ones that he never wore anymore, his other hand angling your head to the side to gain better access to your neck.

“Missed you, baby. Come wit’ me to bed.”

His deep voice made you shudder, goosebumps rippling down your skin. He began to nibble on your earlobe, fingers brushing the column of your throat, slowly enticing you to move away from your laptop. You inched your head back, chewing on your lip when each of his kisses left a wet mark on your neck, soft and smooth. Within seconds, your mouth met his, lips locking together like two pieces of a puzzle, his hand now cupping your neck gently and his other hand still holding your breast, tracing your nipple with his thumb, easily making it hard. He knew exactly what to do to you, he knew exactly what made you feel good and what made you eager. He chuckled on your mouth and traced your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.

“Want me now, huh?”

“Yeah, yes, I do. I need a distraction.” You whined in response, craning your neck forward more to reach his lips again. He gladly welcomed your kiss and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bed.

And what a distraction he was.

🌼 - Our conversations are always lovely! You help me with my writing and I help you with yours, I feel like we have a great friendship.

🌼 - Every single piece of your writing is extraordinary, I’m in love with it 😍

🌼 - You’re a real sweetheart, I’m so grateful to be friends/mutuals with you, love you!

your fics, like honey, they’re fucking incredible, i’m obsessed

you’re so kind-hearted and every chat we’ve had has been wonderful

how you interact with your friends/followers/mutuals, you take no shit from anybody and you’re constantly a source of positivity and love

thank you, cecilia! wishing you much love xx

not as much as i adore YOU