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When Y/N becomes the nanny to a guarded billionaire CEO, Harry’s carefully controlled world begins to unravel. Secrets and forbidden feelings soon follow.
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The sun had started its slow descent behind the buildings across the street, its light spilling through the open window like honey. I remember that golden hour — how it clung to Harry’s hair, warm and soft, like the way he used to touch my back when I couldn’t sleep.
We sat on the windowsill of our little rented flat in Silver Lake. It smelled faintly of lemon soap and old wood, the kind that creaks under your weight, no matter how gently you move.
The radio inside played some old Nina Simone song, muffled, her voice drifting like a ghost into the heavy summer air.
Harry didn’t say anything for a while. He just leaned in close, his shoulder brushing mine. I could feel the heat of him — not just his skin, but the way his presence always filled a room, without even trying.
That’s the thing about Harry.
He never tried too hard.
Not with music.
Not with people.
Not even with me.
And yet, I always fell. Hard.
We weren’t always like this — quiet, soft, and steeped in the ache of what might not last. We met at a photo gallery two years ago. He was there for a friend’s opening, and I was late because I’d spilled wine on the dress I thought he might like.
He told me I looked like a dream walking through a storm.
I told him he needed new metaphors.
He laughed.
I guess we both needed something, then — a place to rest.
To feel known.
I loved art.
He loved stories.
I painted things I could never say.
He sang the ones I was too afraid to feel.
Somehow, it worked.
But lately, things were shifting.
Not between us — not exactly. More like the world outside was pulling on us, asking us to choose. His album was taking him to Paris. My work had finally been picked up by a gallery in New York. We hadn’t talked about it.
Not really. But we both knew.
As he leaned closer, I caught a glimpse of something in his eyes — not sadness. Something quieter.
Resignation, maybe. Or hope in disguise.
“You ever think about leaving all this?” he whispered, almost to himself.
I turned to him, my forehead nearly touching his. “Sometimes,” I admitted.
“But not when you’re here.”
He smiled, and it hurt.
Because I knew the moment would pass.
The sun would set.
The song would end.
The future would come rushing in like a wave, and we’d have to choose — to swim or to let go.
But for now, I let my head rest against his. I let the silence stretch. I let the light hold us like a photograph never meant to be taken.
Because this was love, too — not the kind that demands to stay, but the kind that’s beautiful even when it’s almost over.
I let my fingers dangle over the edge of the windowsill, feeling the air slide between them.
Below us, someone was playing a guitar on the street — off-key, a little clumsy, but honest.
Harry tilted his head, listening for a second.
“That’s the same guy from last week,” he said. “Still hasn’t figured out C major.”
I smiled, just a little. “He’s trying.”
He turned his head, looking at me. I felt it before I saw it — that way he studied me like I was something delicate and unrepeatable.
“Are you?” he asked.
I blinked. “Trying?”
He nodded
“Every day,” I said.
“Even when it feels like I’m failing.”
There was a beat of silence, then he said softly, “You’re not.”
I looked at him then. Really looked.
His lashes were long in the fading light, his brow slightly furrowed, like he was thinking too much again. Harry always had that ache behind his eyes — like he was holding songs he didn’t know how to sing yet.
“Tell me something you haven’t told anyone,” I whispered.
He leaned back a little, surprised, but not pulling away. “You first.”
I hesitated.
Then, “When I was little, I used to think love was a place. Like a house, or a city. Somewhere you arrived, and then you stayed.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “And now?”
“Now I think it’s… a train station. People come through. Some stay longer. But eventually, everyone’s waiting for something else to take them further.”
Harry looked down at our hands, resting close but not quite touching. “I don’t want to leave the station,” he said, voice barely audible.
I swallowed. “But your train’s coming.”
He turned to me, his expression unreadable. “So is yours.”
I nodded, then leaned my head against his shoulder, just for a minute. “Can we just miss it? For a bit longer?”
His hand found mine. Warm, rough in the center. “Yeah,” he said. “For a bit longer.”
And we sat like that — quiet, pressed close, as if the stillness could suspend time. As if the light would never fade.
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The tension in the villa exploded the moment Sophia made her choice, leaving Harry and Y/N standing at opposite sides of the fire pit, each looking as if the ground had been pulled from beneath them. The chime of Y/N’s phone only amplified the shock. Her hands trembled as she read the text aloud.
“Y/N, as you are now single, you are in jeopardy of leaving the villa. Your fate will be revealed tomorrow. #JeopardyOnTheHorizon #SingleAndSearching.”
Gasps echoed in the night air. Y/N’s voice wavered but didn’t crack, even as she sat back down on the bench, her head spinning. She wasn’t mad at Harry—this wasn’t his doing. But the shock of it all—the sudden shift, the possibility of leaving, the blatant disrespect—left her shaken to her core.
As soon as the recoupling ended, the villa erupted into chaos. Chloe was the first to march across the fire pit, her fury palpable as she got in Sophia’s face.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Chloe snarled, her voice echoing. “Seriously, what do you get out of this? You knew Harry was with Y/N. Everyone knew! What was the point? To make yourself look pathetic?”
Amber wasn’t far behind, crossing her arms and glaring. “Honestly, Sophia, was this your big plan? To play the villain? Because congrats, it worked.”
Sophia shrugged, her expression annoyingly calm. “It’s a game, isn’t it? Harry’s a free man, and I made my choice. Don’t be bitter because I’m playing it better.”
“Better?” Chloe’s voice rose. “You’ve literally just made an enemy out of every girl in this villa.”
Amber nodded sharply. “And every guy, for that matter. Good luck trying to make friends after this.”
From the boys’ side, Callum spoke up, his voice cold. “That was low, Sophia. Everyone can see through it. If you think Harry’s just going to fall into your lap, you’re deluded.”
Lucas cut in, his voice sharp. "Think you're being clever, do you? Breaking up something real like that? Well, here's the truth—Harry's head wasn't turned at all. You're just causing drama for the sake of it."
Sophia’s calm façade cracked slightly as she glanced around at the glares from the group. “Why are you all acting like I’ve committed a crime? It’s a game.”
“No, it’s people’s feelings,” Chloe spat. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
Meanwhile, Harry moved toward Y/N, who was still seated on the bench, her face pale but composed. He crouched down in front of her, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch her.
“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I swear to you, this wasn’t what I wanted. I told her I didn’t—”
“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice steady but quiet. She looked at him, her eyes filled with shock rather than anger. “I know it wasn’t you. I’m not mad at you.”
His shoulders sagged in relief, but guilt still lingered in his expression. “You believe me?”
“I do,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t see this coming. I don’t even know what to think right now.”
Harry nodded, his hands finally reaching for hers. “We’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not giving up on us.”
Their conversation was cut short by Chloe’s sharp voice. “Oi, Sophia, if you think you’re getting away with this, think again!”
The group had fully turned against Sophia now. Even Max, who often stayed out of the drama, shook his head. “You crossed a line, Sophia. There’s no coming back from this.”
Ian’s voice cut through the chaos in his usual dry tone. “Well, Sophia’s big move didn’t quite land the way she thought it would. It’s like trying to light a sparkler in a hurricane—good luck with that, love.”
Sophia, realizing she was completely outnumbered, huffed and walked off toward the villa, her heels clicking sharply against the stone.
The group began to disperse, but the damage had been done. Y/N was left sitting by the fire pit, Harry by her side, both of them processing the night’s events. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice low.
“You’re not leaving. I won’t let that happen.”
Y/N gave him a small smile, though her eyes still betrayed her nerves. “Let’s just see what tomorrow brings.”
The makeup room hummed with quiet activity as the girls trickled in one by one. Chloe immediately grabbed Y/N's hand and guided her to the chair in front of the mirror. "Sit, babe. You need to take a breath for a second."
Amber grabbed a tissue from the counter and handed it to Y/N, her tone soft but firm. “You’ve been holding it together all night. You don’t have to do that here.”
Y/N tried to muster a smile, but the lump in her throat made it impossible. The moment she looked up at the girls—Chloe, Amber, and the others all standing around her, their faces full of concern—it hit her like a wave. Everything. The recoupling, Sophia’s betrayal, the looming uncertainty about her place in the villa. It was too much.
“I—” Her voice cracked, and she looked down, shaking her head. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Chloe said gently, crouching beside her. “And that’s okay. We’re here for you.”
At that, Y/N’s walls crumbled. Tears spilled over her cheeks as she finally let herself feel everything. Chloe wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly while Amber rubbed her back.
“I just… I don’t understand,” Y/N sobbed. “I might be leaving tomorrow, and it’s just—it’s too much.”
“She’s a snake, that’s why,” Amber said firmly. “She doesn’t care about anyone but herself, and we all see it. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Exactly,” Chloe agreed. “You’re not leaving, okay? We won’t let that happen.”
Lila piped up from across the room, her tone warm. “You’re one of the strongest girls here, Y/N. Everyone knows it. And Harry? He’s mad about you. Don’t let Sophia’s petty little game make you doubt that.”
“She’s jealous,” Amber added. “That’s all this is. She’s jealous of you, your connection with Harry, everything. And if she thinks this stunt is going to get her what she wants, she’s in for a rude awakening.”
Y/N sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. “It’s just… overwhelming, you know? I didn’t expect any of this.”
“We know,” Chloe said softly. “But you’re not alone, babe. We’ve got you.”
The girls nodded in unison, each offering words of comfort and solidarity. The energy in the room shifted, transforming it into a safe space where Y/N could release her emotions without judgment.
“Thanks, guys,” Y/N said finally, her voice still shaky but steadier than before. “I don’t know what I’d do without you lot.”
As Y/N finished wiping her eyes, her soft smile still lingering, the door to the makeup room creaked open. The girls instinctively straightened, their chatter halting as Sophia walked in, arm-in-arm with Georgia. The room’s atmosphere shifted in an instant, the warmth replaced by a chill of unease.
Chloe raised an eyebrow, muttering under her breath, “Oh, here we go…”
Sophia’s confident smirk didn’t waver as she glanced around the room. Her gaze settled on Y/N for a fraction longer than necessary, and the tension became palpable. Georgia, whose posture mirrored Sophia’s smugness, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable but clearly siding with her newfound ally.
Amber let out a low scoff, folding her arms. “Guess snakes travel in pairs now.”
Sophia’s smirk widened. “Don’t stop on our account, girls. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”
Chloe took a deliberate step forward, her chin raised. “Friends? You’re joking, right? Because the last time I checked, friends don’t throw each other under the bus for a lad.”
“Ah, Chloe.” Sophia’s tone was mock-sweet, her smile sharp. “Always the loudest in the room, aren’t you?”
“Better than being the most desperate,” Chloe shot back without missing a beat.
Georgia, stepping further into the room, chuckled dryly. “You lot are acting like Sophia’s the villain when she’s just doing what the game’s about. Recoupling, yeah? Isn’t that the point?”
Amber stood up, her glare cutting through the tension. “There’s a difference between playing the game and playing dirty, Georgia. But I wouldn’t expect you to know the difference.”
Sophia raised a hand, feigning innocence. “Alright, let’s not make this a whole thing. I came in to grab my gloss, not to start World War Three.”
Her gaze flicked to Y/N again, this time sharper. “You alright, Y/N? Looked like you were having a little moment there.”
Y/N didn’t flinch. She sat a little straighter, her expression calm despite the anger bubbling beneath her surface. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
The girls around her bristled, ready to jump in, but Y/N’s steady demeanor seemed to hold them back. It was Chloe who finally broke the silence.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve walking in here after the shit you’ve pulled, Sophia.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, grabbing her gloss from the counter. “Oh, give it a rest, Chloe. You’d do the same if you were in my shoes.”
“Thing is, I’d never be in your shoes,” Chloe snapped. “Because I’ve got a thing called loyalty.”
Sophia let out a low laugh, linking her arm with Georgia’s again as she turned toward the door. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.”
As the pair left the room, Georgia glanced back with a smirk. “Have fun licking your wounds.”
The door closed behind them, leaving the room heavy with silence.
Amber exhaled sharply. “I swear, if looks could kill…”
Chloe turned to Y/N, her voice softer now. “You okay, babe?”
Y/N nodded, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Yeah. Let them have their moment. It won’t last.”
Amber stepped closer, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Damn right it won’t. We’ve got your back.”
Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, her resolve hardening. “Good,” she said, her voice steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Well, well, well. Looks like things in the villa have hit boiling point, and we’re not just talking about the Spanish sun. Sophia and Georgia, arm-in-arm, marching into the makeup room like two villains in a budget action movie? Iconic. But let’s be honest—Y/N’s calm clap-back was the real power move here”
The villa had a strange, tense quietness about it as the Islanders wound down for the night. The usual chatter and laughter had been replaced with hushed whispers and awkward glances. In the shared bathroom, Harry stood at the sink, brushing his teeth with slow, deliberate motions. His mind raced, replaying the chaos of the evening, especially the image of Y/N's face when Sophia made her bold move.
He spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth as he leaned on the counter, staring at his reflection. The weight of the drama was heavy on his chest, but there was only one thought in his mind: he couldn’t let Sophia dictate his actions—or his feelings.
Walking into the dimly lit bedroom, Harry spotted the bed he now technically shared with Sophia. She was already lying there, her hair fanned out over the pillow and a coy smile on her lips as she propped herself up on one elbow.
“Hey,” she greeted softly, her tone intentionally sweet. “Finally decided to join me?”
Harry didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached for the pillow beside her, tugging it out from under the covers.
“What are you doing?” Sophia asked, her voice sharper now, but still attempting to stay light.
Harry straightened up, clutching the pillow in his hand. His jaw tightened as he looked down at her. “I’m sleeping somewhere else tonight.”
Sophia’s smile faltered, and she sat up fully. “Harry, come on. We’ve got to share this bed. It’s part of the rules.”
“I’m not breaking any rules by sleeping somewhere else,” he replied calmly but firmly. “And let’s not pretend this situation is normal, Sophia.”
Sophia tilted her head, her tone shifting to one of mock innocence. “You’re acting like I forced you into something. This is what the game is about—recoupling. If Y/N can’t handle it—”
Harry cut her off, his voice low but filled with warning. “Don’t bring her into this. Y/N’s not the problem here, Sophia.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t push further.
Across the room, Chloe gave Y/N a look of encouragement, whispering, "Go after him."
Without hesitating, Y/N threw back the covers, slipped on her slippers, and quietly followed Harry out of the room. The dimly lit hallway led her to the common room, where she found him lying on the long couch, his arm draped over his eyes.
She stopped in the doorway, hesitating for just a moment. The sight of him there—alone, clearly grappling with everything that had happened—made her chest ache.
“Harry,” she said softly, stepping into the room.
He shifted slightly, lowering his arm to look at her. “Hey” His voice was low, almost a whisper.
She walked closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. “Why are you out here?”
Harry let out a small sigh, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t stay in there. Not with her.” He paused, meeting her eyes. “I just… I couldn’t.”
Y/N bit her lip, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her pajama top. “You didn’t have to leave your bed, Harry. It’s your spot now. You shouldn’t have to—”
“I’m not staying in a bed with someone I don’t want to be with,” he interrupted firmly. His gaze softened as he looked at her. “I’m not giving her what she wants, Y/N. She can choose me, but she can’t make me care.”
Her heart fluttered at his words, but she quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the overwhelming guilt and sadness she felt for him. Without thinking, she sat down on the edge of the couch beside him.
“You didn’t deserve any of this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I hate that this is happening.”
Harry reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “You think I care about any of it? The only thing I care about is you.”
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, but Y/N didn’t want to ruin the moment by overthinking it.
“Come here,” Harry said softly, pulling her gently toward him.
His free hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering as his fingers brushed against her cheek. “Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he murmured. “Not with us.”
His words were simple, but the sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. Y/N searched his face, looking for any trace of doubt, but all she found was a steady, unwavering gaze that seemed to anchor her in place.
“You say that,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “but I’m scared, Harry. What if—”
Harry cut her off by leaning closer, his forehead resting against hers. “Stop,” he said softly. “Stop doubting this. Stop doubting me.”
Y/N closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of him—fresh and warm, comforting in a way that made her feel safe.
“Every time I look at you,” Harry continued, his voice a low rumble, “I know exactly what I want. You. It’s always been you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as Harry’s hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer.
Y/N melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as their kiss grew more fervent, more desperate. It was as if all the tension and uncertainty of the day had boiled over, leaving nothing but raw emotion in its wake.
Harry's lips trailed down her neck, each kiss sending electric shivers down her spine. Y/N's fingers dug into his shoulders as he found that sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. The world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the heat between them, the way his hands traced fire across her skin, and the intoxicating rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.
"You drive me crazy," Harry whispered against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His hands tangled in her hair as he claimed her lips again in a kiss that made her toes curl and her mind go beautifully blank. In that moment, all the drama of the villa melted away—there was only this, only them, wrapped up in each other on the common room couch.
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The evening sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the villa in hues of gold and pink. Most of the Islanders were scattered around, some in the kitchen, others laughing on the daybeds. Harry and Y/N had slipped away to the edge of the pool, their feet dangling in the cool water.
Y/N swirled her foot in lazy circles, watching the ripples spread across the surface. She glanced at Harry, who was leaning back on his palms, looking unusually relaxed.
“You’re quiet,” she said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
Harry shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Rare, isn’t it?”
“Very. Almost suspicious.”
He chuckled, letting his head fall back to look at the sky. “Just thinking. This place is mad, isn’t it? Feels like a bubble. Like nothing outside of it even exists.”
Y/N tilted her head. “Do you miss it? The outside world?”
Harry considered the question for a moment. “Yeah, sometimes. But not for the reasons you’d think. I don’t miss my phone or the distractions. I miss my mates, the ones who know me properly, you know? And my mum—she’s probably yelling at the telly every time I do something stupid.”
Y/N laughed, her eyes crinkling. “She sounds brilliant.”
“She is,” Harry said with a fond smile. “She’s the kind of mum who’ll tell you when you’re being an idiot but then hug you so tight you forget why you were upset in the first place. What about you? Who’s out there rooting for you?”
Y/N hesitated, her fingers skimming the water. “My sister, mostly. She’s younger but acts like she’s older. Always giving me advice like she’s lived through it all before me.”
“Bet she’s proud of you, though. You’re smashing it in here,” Harry said, his tone sincere.
Y/N smiled faintly. “She’d probably tell me to stop overthinking everything and just go for what I want. She’s fearless like that. Me? I like to think things through, plan it out. I’m a bit of a control freak, if I’m honest.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Control freak, really? You hide it well.”
“Do I?” Y/N chuckled. “I don’t know. I just… I like stability. Predictability. The idea of letting go and just… diving into something scares the hell out of me.”
Harry shifted, leaning closer. “You don’t seem scared. You’ve been holding your own in here, standing your ground.”
“Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving,” Y/N said with a wry smile.
They fell into a brief silence, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses drifting over from the main villa.
“What about you?” Y/N asked. “What scares you?”
Harry exhaled, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Letting people down, I think. I’ve always felt this… pressure to be the guy who’s easygoing, dependable, the one everyone likes. But sometimes, it feels like I’m just going along with what people expect, instead of what I actually want.”
Y/N studied him, her expression softening. “That sounds exhausting.”
“It can be,” Harry admitted. “But it’s easier than disappointing people, you know? I don’t like conflict. Hate it, actually.”
Y/N nodded slowly. “That explains a lot.”
Harry turned to her, his lips twitching into a small smile. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that you’re good at deflecting. Like, you’ll joke or charm your way out of anything uncomfortable,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder. “It’s clever, but not foolproof.”
“Touché,” Harry said, laughing lightly.
They fell quiet again, the weight of the conversation settling between them.
“You know,” Y/N said after a moment, her voice softer, “maybe being in here is a good thing. It’s forcing us to slow down, think about who we are without all the noise. I mean, when else would you sit by a pool and have this kind of chat?”
Harry smiled, his eyes meeting hers. “True. And maybe it’s not so bad, not knowing exactly what’s next.”
Y/N’s gaze lingered on him, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Maybe not.”
The sun dipped further, casting the pool in deep shades of blue and purple. The moment hung there, quiet and unspoken, as if the villa itself had paused to take a breath.
Harry shifted closer, the tips of his fingers brushing against hers where they rested on the edge. She didn’t pull away, her breath catching slightly as the small touch sent a shiver through her.
“You know,” Harry began, his voice quieter now, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She turned to him, their faces closer now, the light catching in his hazel eyes. “What way?”
“Like...” Harry paused, searching for the right words. “Like I can’t think straight when you’re around. Like nothing else matters as long as I know you’re good. I’ve never cared this much about someone this quickly.”
Y/N blinked, his confession washing over her, leaving her speechless. She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You really mean that?”
“Course I do,” Harry said, his gaze unwavering. “I know I can mess things up sometimes, say the wrong thing, but...with you, I don’t want to get it wrong. I want to get it right.”
Her chest tightened, a mix of emotions swirling inside her—vulnerability, hope, and something deeper she couldn’t quite name. Slowly, she reached out, her hand resting against his cheek. His skin was warm beneath her palm, and he leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
“I’m not good at this stuff either,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “But I don’t want to mess it up either. And I don’t want to lose...this.”
“You won’t,” Harry said firmly, his hand coming up to cover hers on his cheek. “Not if we’re both in it.”
Y/N smiled softly, her thumb brushing along his jawline. “I’m in it, Harry. As long as you are.”
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he leaned in, his free hand cupping the back of her neck gently as their foreheads touched. His breath mingled with hers, the moment stretching out, fragile and perfect.
When their lips finally met, it was slow and tender, like they were savoring the connection they’d both been craving. Harry’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, the world around them fading entirely.
Y/N’s fingers curled into his hair, her body pressing against his. The coolness of the water on their feet contrasted with the heat of the moment, a perfect balance that mirrored their emotions.
When they finally pulled away, their foreheads remained pressed together, both of them breathing heavily but smiling softly.
Harry chuckled, his voice low. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“Dangerous?” Y/N teased, her cheeks flushed.
“Yeah.” He kissed the tip of her nose, his grin widening. “You’ve got me completely hooked.”
Y/N laughed, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “Good. Because I feel the same.”
The sound of laughter and voices from the villa began to drift toward them, but for now, by the edge of the pool, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.
"Well, folks, love is in the air—or is it the tension? Either way, someone’s about to get their heart racing faster than a lad in a Zara sale. Let’s see how this one plays out”
Sophia, who had been sitting on a nearby lounger with Amber and Chloe, suddenly felt her phone buzz in her hand. The familiar ding that sent a ripple of excitement and nerves through the group made everyone freeze.
“Oh, here we go,” Lucas said, grinning as he leaned back in his chair. “What’s the damage this time?”
Sophia stood up, clearing her throat as all eyes turned to her. She glanced at the phone and then at the group, a sly smile creeping onto her lips.
“Islanders,” she began, her voice ringing out, “tonight, there will be a recoupling.”
A collective gasp went up, followed by murmurs of speculation. Harry’s gaze darted to Y/N, who was already sitting up straighter, her expression calm but her fingers gripping the edge of her seat.
Sophia continued, her voice louder now. “And I have first choice.”
The murmurs turned into louder chatter, some Islanders exchanging wide-eyed glances while others sat in stony silence.
"Ooh, first choice for Sophia? That’s like handing her the keys to the fireworks cupboard. Let’s hope she doesn’t burn down the villa." Ian’s commentary echoed in the minds of the audience, no doubt stirring up anticipation across living rooms everywhere.
Sophia smirked as she lowered the phone, her eyes briefly scanning the group. “Guess it’s going to be an interesting night.”
The tension hung thick in the air, the Islanders already bracing themselves for what was sure to be a dramatic recoupling. Y/N, though outwardly composed, felt her heart racing. Harry reached over and brushed his fingers against hers for the briefest of moments—a silent reassurance that they were in this together.
"Recouplings, eh? They’re like Marmite—you either love ’em or hate ’em. But one thing’s for sure: someone’s going to be left with a bitter taste."
Y/N sat at the edge of her bed, twisting her fingers together as the chatter of the Islanders preparing for the recoupling echoed faintly in the background. Her stomach was in knots, the morning’s conversation with Sophia replaying on a loop in her mind.
Sophia’s smug words echoed, “You’re cute when you’re defensive. But let’s not pretend, yeah? Harry’s got options. And three days isn’t a lot of time to lock anything down. I’d be careful if I were you” Y/N hated how those words had burrowed into her thoughts, refusing to let go.
She glanced across the room to where Harry was standing, adjusting his shirt in the mirror. He looked calm—confident, even. That only made her anxiety worse. What if Sophia chose him anyway? What if he…
“Lovie?”
Harry’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. She hadn’t even noticed him cross the room until he was kneeling in front of her, his hands gently cupping her face. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks as his eyes searched hers.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his brows furrowed with concern. “You’ve been quiet since Sophia got that text.”
Y/N swallowed hard, her lips parting as she tried to find the right words. His touch was grounding, but the fear in her chest was still there, stubborn and heavy. She hesitated for a moment before turning her head slightly and pressing a soft kiss to the palm of his hand.
“It’s just…” She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I’m scared. About tonight. About her.”
His brows knit together further. “Sophia?”
“She’s not going to give up on you,” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible. “Even though you’ve told her how you feel, I know she’s going to pick you. And I just…” She paused, blinking rapidly to keep her emotions in check. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Harry’s expression softened as he moved closer, his hands sliding down to hold her shoulders firmly. “Y/N, listen to me,” he said, his tone steady and reassuring. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I told you where I stand, yeah? I want to be with you. Not her. You.”
Y/N bit her lip, still uncertain. “But what if she doesn’t care about that? What if she tries to force your hand? What if—”
“Hey,” Harry interrupted gently, his hands sliding back up to cradle her face again. He tilted her chin so she couldn’t look away. “I’m not going anywhere. Not for anyone else. Especially not her.”
Her breath hitched as she looked into his eyes, the sincerity there easing some of the weight on her chest. She nodded slightly, though the worry lingered.
“I’m serious,” he added, his voice a little firmer now. “You mean too much to me, Y/N. Don’t let her get in your head. She doesn’t decide what happens between us—we do.”
Y/N felt a small smile tug at her lips despite herself. His words felt like a balm to her frayed nerves, and for the first time all evening, she allowed herself to believe them.
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice steadier now.
Harry smiled back, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Good. Now, let’s go out there and show her she doesn’t stand a chance.”
Y/N nodded again, her heart lighter as she let him pull her to her feet. Whatever happened tonight, she knew she wasn’t facing it alone.
The Islanders gathered around the fire pit, the glow of the flames reflecting off their faces. The girls sat on the benches, their nerves visible in the way they shifted in their seats or smoothed down their dresses. The boys stood in a line, hands in their pockets or clasped in front of them, trying to look calm while the tension crackled in the air.
Y/N sat toward the end of the bench, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her heart raced as she tried to focus on her breathing, but her nerves were getting the better of her. Sophia stood in front of the fire pit, her phone buzzing in her hand.
She held it up triumphantly. “I’ve got a text!”
The group quieted instantly, all eyes on her as she cleared her throat and read aloud.
“‘Sophia, it’s your turn to choose which boy you want to couple up with. Please step forward and make your decision.’”
A murmur rippled through the group, but Y/N stayed silent, her stomach knotting. She risked a glance at Harry, standing toward the middle of the line. He met her gaze for a moment, his eyes soft but unreadable, before looking back toward Sophia.
Sophia stepped forward, her smile confident as she surveyed the boys. She let her gaze linger on each of them for just a second too long, clearly reveling in the attention.
“Well,” she began, “this hasn’t been the easiest choice, but I’ve decided to go with my gut. I want to couple up with someone I feel a strong connection with, and someone I can see myself building something real with.”
Y/N’s grip on her dress tightened, her knuckles turning white. She could hear Chloe whisper beside her, “She wouldn’t dare, would she?”
Sophia’s eyes landed squarely on Harry, her smile growing. “The boy I’d like to couple up with is… Harry.”
Gasps and murmurs broke out around the fire pit. Y/N felt her chest tighten, her pulse pounding in her ears.
Ian’s voice came in sharp and amused. “Oh, here we go, folks. Sophia tossing the grenade, and Y/N’s face says it all.”
Harry’s expression hardened, his jaw clenching as the group’s attention turned to him. He hesitated, clearly caught off guard. Lucas muttered something under his breath, and one of the boys patted Harry’s shoulder in solidarity.
Sophia raised an eyebrow, her confidence flickering slightly as she waited for Harry to step forward.
“Come on, then,” she said, her tone light but firm.
Harry glanced toward Y/N, who stared straight ahead, her lips pressed tightly together. Her composure was slipping, but she was determined not to let it show.
Ian’s voice added another quip. “Harry, mate, I’d move quickly before that fire pit gets even hotter.”
Reluctantly, Harry stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate. He stood beside Sophia, his posture stiff and his gaze distant. Sophia linked her arm through his, beaming triumphantly.
On the bench, Y/N felt Chloe nudge her in silent support, but it didn’t help. The sting of Sophia’s choice, and Harry standing there beside her, was almost too much to bear.
This wasn’t just a game anymore. It felt like war.
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Sunlight filtered into the villa, casting a soft glow over the mess of pillows and blankets on the common room couch where Harry and Y/N had spent the night.
Y/N stirred first, blinking against the morning light, only to realize she was still wrapped in Harry’s arms. His hand was resting on her waist, holding her close like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. His slow, steady breathing tickled the back of her neck.
For the first time in days, she felt… calm.
She carefully turned in his embrace, taking in his sleep-softened features—the tousled hair, the faint crease between his brows, the slight part in his lips. He looked peaceful, like none of the drama from last night had reached him in his dreams.
She reached up, brushing a stray curl from his forehead, and that was all it took. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep but locking onto her immediately. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face.
“Mornin’,” he murmured, voice thick and gravelly.
Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest. “Morning.”
Harry exhaled deeply, stretching slightly but keeping her close. “You stayed.”
Her lips twitched. “You think I was gonna leave you after everything?”
His hand slid up her back, fingertips tracing light patterns against her skin. “Would’ve chased after you if you did.”
She laughed softly, but there was something deeper behind her smile—something warm and real.
The moment was too perfect to ruin with words, so she didn’t say anything, just nestled closer, pressing her cheek to his chest as his arms tightened around her.
For a while, they just lay there, wrapped up in the quiet of the morning, pretending the rest of the villa didn’t exist.
But, of course, the villa always found a way to interrupt.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Lucas muttered as he sat up on the other couch, rubbing his face. “Some of us were tryna sleep without being blinded by all this romance, yeah?”
Y/N let out a small laugh, burying her face in Harry’s chest as he threw a pillow at Lucas. “You’re just bitter ‘cause no one wants to cuddle you, mate.”
Lucas smirked. “Oh, don’t worry about me, bro. I was plenty warm last night.”
Before anyone could question him, another phone buzzed, followed by a loud, high-pitched gasp.
All heads turned toward the villa entrance, where Sophia stood, holding her phone in both hands. A smug smile played on her lips as she looked around at the Islanders, letting the suspense build.
Then, in the most dramatic voice possible, she read aloud:
"Islanders, it’s time for a dumping. The girl with the most votes at the end of today… will be leaving the villa immediately."
The room went silent.
Y/N’s stomach clenched.
Harry’s grip on her tightened.
Ian’s voice, as always, broke the tension:
"Welp, looks like somebody’s about to get their suitcase packed. But the real question is… will they be walking out alone?"
The tension in the villa was unbearable. Even as the sun shone brightly over the terrace, an ominous weight lingered in the air, pressing down on all of them. Conversations were quieter, laughter forced. No one wanted to say it out loud, but they were all thinking the same thing—someone was leaving today.
And it could be Y/N.
She sat on the sun lounger, legs curled up beneath her, staring at the infinity pool without really seeing it. Her stomach churned with nerves, a mixture of dread and helplessness settling deep in her bones.
Harry sat beside her, knee bouncing restlessly. He hadn’t let her out of his sight all morning, his protective energy tangible, even in the silence.
“Talk to me,” he finally said, voice low. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Y/N exhaled, rubbing her arms. “I don’t know. Just… thinking.”
“About what?”
“About how quickly everything can change,” she admitted. “Yesterday, we were happy. And now—” She swallowed hard. “I might be leaving.”
Harry’s jaw clenched. “No. Don’t say that.”
She turned her head to him, giving a sad smile. “We don’t know what’s going to happen, Harry. I have to be realistic.”
His brows furrowed, frustration flickering across his features. “Realistic?” He shook his head. “Sod being realistic. We’ve got something real, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “We do.”
“Then let’s focus on that.” His fingers brushed against hers, gentle but firm. “No matter what happens, we’re in this together.”
Y/N wanted to believe him. She did believe him. But the fear was still there, gnawing at her, whispering worst-case scenarios in her ear.
Before she could say anything, Chloe appeared, marching towards them with determination. “Right, enough moping. We’re not sitting around acting like she’s already gone.”
Harry smirked slightly. “That was dramatic.”
Chloe shot him a look. “Not as dramatic as you pouting like a lovesick puppy all morning.”
Y/N laughed under her breath, and Chloe grinned, pleased. “See? That’s better. No more doom and gloom. Until we get a text, we’re carrying on as normal.”
Harry nodded, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “She’s right.”
Y/N took a deep breath, pushing away the nerves. Normal. Okay. I can do normal.
She wasn’t going to let this day be ruined by fear. Not yet.
Because for now, she was still here. And she wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
The villa was still buzzing with nervous energy, but that didn’t stop production from throwing in another challenge—because why let them sit in peace when they could stir the pot instead?
The Islanders stood in their swimsuits by the pool, the sun beating down on them as the challenge setup was revealed. A giant inflatable heart sat in the middle of the garden, with a runway leading up to it. Next to it, a podium with a very smug-looking Callum, who cleared his throat before reading out the rules.
"Alright, Islanders, it’s time for a challenge that’s guaranteed to get pulses racing. Welcome to… ‘The Heat Is On!’”
The group cheered, but Y/N could already sense the impending chaos.
"Here’s how it works: Each of you will take turns pulling a card that gives you a steamy dare to complete. It could be a kiss, a sexy dance, or even revealing a juicy secret about someone in the villa. But be warned—some of these dares might land you in very hot water. Now, let’s get to it, shall we?”
Lucas immediately rubbed his hands together. “Oh, this is gonna be a madness.”
The girls took their seats on the benches while the boys stood in front of them, ready for the first dare.
Callum reached into the bowl first and pulled out a card, chuckling before her read it out loud.
"Chloe, give a lap dance to the person you fancy the most in the villa."
Chloe’s face lit up, and she immediately turned to Lucas. “Right, sit down, you.”
The Islanders erupted into cheers as Lucas plopped onto the chair, spreading his arms out smugly. “Go on then, don’t be shy.”
Chloe strutted toward him, rolling her shoulders back as she flicked her hair dramatically. The second the music kicked in, she moved, swaying her hips before dropping low between his legs. Lucas’ mouth fell open, his hands gripping his knees as Chloe ran her hands over his chest before whispering something in his ear that made his jaw go slack.
“Oi, that’s enough of that,” Callum laughed. “Get a room, you two!”
Lucas, clearly flustered, stood up, grabbed Chloe’s face, and kissed her full on the lips, pulling her close as the villa erupted in cheers.
Ian’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Well, well, well! Didn’t need a dare for that, did ya, Lucas?”
Chloe grinned as she walked back to the bench, and Y/N nudged her. “That was something.”
“Babe, I don’t do things by halves.”
Next up Callum, pulled a card and smirked before reading it aloud.
"Harry — Kiss the last person you had a dirty dream about."
The boys started hollering immediately, and Y/N felt her stomach drop as Callum handed the card to Harry.
“Oh, this is easy,” Lucas teased. “We all know who he’s picking.”
Harry shot him a warning look before turning toward Y/N. His eyes met hers, and her breath hitched.
Before she could react, Harry stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached for her waist, his fingers curling against her skin as he leaned in. The world blurred around her as his lips met hers—soft at first, almost teasing, before he deepened it, making her head spin.
Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding up to his shoulders as the cheers around them turned into a distant hum.
“Okay, okay, we get it, you fancy each other!” Amber laughed, clapping her hands.
Harry pulled away slowly, his forehead resting against Y/N’s for just a second before he stepped back. His hand lingered at her waist, his thumb brushing over her skin, and she shivered at the feeling.
Ian's voice cut in: “And here I was thinking he might pick Callum. Shocked, really.”
Callum turned to the group, barely able to contain his excitement. “Alright. The next dare is… Sophia, give the steamiest lap dance to the Islander you fancy the most.”
The villa exploded with shouts and laughter.
The reaction was instant.
“Oh, this is mad,” Callum wheezed.
Lucas howled with laughter. “This is about to be painful.”
All eyes flickered to Sophia, who plastered on a smug expression, even though everyone could see the wheels turning in her head.
For a second, she hesitated—because this was risky.
But then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, squared her shoulders, and strutted over to Harry.
Y/N, sitting cross-legged on the daybed, tensed, but she didn’t react. She didn’t need to. Because as soon as Sophia got close, Harry leaned back slightly, arms crossing over his chest.
When Sophia placed her hands on his shoulders, Harry let out a sharp laugh.
“Nah,” he said flatly, shaking his head. “I’m good, babe.”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Sophia froze.
The reaction from the villa was immediate—Lucas literally choked on his drink, Callum smacked his own forehead, and Amber was laughing.
Y/N felt her stomach flip at the sheer rejection on Sophia’s face.
But to her credit, Sophia recovered quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Alright,” she said breezily, flicking her hair back. “No worries.”
Then, in an attempt to save face, she turned to Callum instead.
The moment she moved towards him, Callum’s hands shot up defensively. “Nope! Keep me out of this.”
Ian’s voice cut through the villa speakers.
"Well, well, well… talk about a lap dance going horribly wrong. That’s two strikes, Sophia. Might want to cut your losses before you get a third."
Sophia forced a laugh, waving it off like she wasn’t absolutely mortified, before settling for Tom—who, to his credit, let it happen, but not without pulling the most awkward, stiff-body reaction ever.
The moment the dare was over, Sophia practically ran back to her seat.
The villa was still losing it, but Y/N couldn’t even enjoy it because all she could think about was the way Harry had shut it down instantly.
And when her eyes flickered to him, he was already looking at her.
His gaze was steady, like he wanted her to know—
There was never a choice.
It was always her.
Callum, still laughing from the madness of the game, held up his hands. “Right, right—that’s it, game over!” he announced, still grinning. “You lot need to start getting ready for tonight, and something tells me this is gonna be a big one.”
The energy shifted instantly. The challenge had been fun, full of shocking kisses, brutal rejections, and wild dares, but now? Now, the reality of the night ahead settled in.
Y/N barely heard the chatter around her as everyone began moving toward the villa. She felt the warmth of Harry’s hand brush against hers, lingering for just a second longer than necessary before he pulled away.
“Buzzing for the ceremony?” Lucas teased, slinging an arm around Chloe as they made their way inside.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Buzzing? I feel ill, mate.”
Amber groaned. “I hate the waiting. Why do they always drag it out? Just tell us who’s getting dumped and put us out of our misery.”
“No one’s getting dumped yet,” Tom said, adjusting his mic pack. “Voting’s still gotta happen.”
Y/N swallowed hard, but Chloe, ever in tune with her emotions, gave her a reassuring nudge. “Come on, babe,” she murmured. “Let’s get ready.”
As they stepped into the dressing room, the villa’s buzzing energy dulled into something heavier, something more uncertain.
The fun was over.
Tonight, everything was about to change.
The villa was alive with the sounds of everyone getting ready—hairdryers whirring, perfume being spritzed, the occasional burst of laughter or nervous chatter—but somehow, Y/N and Harry had managed to steal a moment away from it all.
She stood on the balcony just outside the dressing room, the warm evening air brushing against her skin as she stared out at the softly lit garden. Everything felt different tonight.
She didn’t hear Harry approach until his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest. “You alright?” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of her ear.
Y/N exhaled, her hands instinctively resting over his. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I feel… uneasy and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.”
Harry turned her gently so she was facing him. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. “I know what you mean,” he said, searching her eyes. “But I don’t want you overthinking tonight, alright? No matter what happens, I’ve got you.”
She let out a small, almost disbelieving laugh. “You say that, but—”
Harry cut her off by cupping her face, his thumb tracing softly along her jaw. “I mean it,” he said firmly. “I’m done letting things come between us. No games, no doubts. Just you and me, yeah?”
Y/N felt her heart squeeze, overwhelmed by the intensity in his gaze. The way he looked at her—as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world—made her chest ache.
She nodded, barely able to find her voice. “Yeah,” she whispered.
Harry smiled, slow and warm, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn’t rushed or desperate like before—this was something deeper, something that felt like a promise.
Y/N melted into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. For a moment, the tension of the night ahead didn’t exist—there was only this, only them.
When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, exhaling softly. “Let’s go knock ‘em dead, yeah?”
Y/N smiled, feeling lighter than she had in days. “Yeah.”
Hand in hand, they stepped back inside, ready to face whatever came next.
The Islanders gathered around the firepit, the usual playful atmosphere nowhere to be found. Tension crackled in the air, heavy and suffocating. Everyone was on edge, shifting uncomfortably in their seats as they exchanged glances.
Y/N sat beside Chloe, her fingers laced tightly in her lap to keep from fidgeting. Harry stood behind her, his arms crossed, his jaw set as he scanned the group. Something felt off tonight.
The firelight flickered across their faces as the familiar voice of Ian Sterling broke through the silence, addressing the viewers at home.
"Tonight, our Islanders are about to learn their fate. The public has been voting, and let me tell ya… it’s about to get spicy. Some will be safe, but for one unlucky soul, their time in the villa is up. Let’s see who’s about to get a one-way ticket back to reality, shall we?"
The Islanders barely had a second to process that before a phone dinged.
The group froze.
Sophia, sitting with her legs crossed confidently, reached for her phone. She smirked as she read aloud:
"Islanders, the public has been voting for the most compatible couple. The results are in. The couples with the fewest votes are now vulnerable. The least compatible individual will be dumped from the villa tonight."
Gasps rippled through the group, and Y/N felt her stomach drop.
Lucas raked a hand through his hair. “Bloody hell…”
Another phone dinged.
This time, it was Amber’s. She inhaled sharply before reading:
"The following couples are safe and will remain in the villa:"
Everyone held their breath.
"Chloe and Lucas."
A wave of relief passed over them as Chloe clutched Lucas’s arm. He kissed her cheek, and they both exhaled.
"Max and Amber."
Amber clapped a hand over her heart, while Max let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.
"Tom and Georgia."
Tom squeezed Georgia’s leg, while she simply smirked, looking entirely too self-satisfied.
The silence stretched unbearably before Amber continued.
"That means the remaining Islanders are at risk of being dumped."
Harry, Y/N, Sophia, and Callum.
Y/N’s ears rang as the reality of the situation crashed down on her. She felt Chloe grip her hand tightly.
Another phone dinged.
This time, it was in Y/N’s lap. Her stomach turned to stone.
Her fingers trembled as she picked it up, swallowing past the lump in her throat before reading the words aloud.
"The individual with the least amount of votes and therefore the next Islander to be dumped from the villa is…"
The pause was excruciating.
She forced herself to look up, meeting Harry’s intense gaze. His green eyes burned into hers, filled with something between desperation and defiance.
She inhaled sharply, then read the name.
The moment Y/N read the text, it was as if the world around her had gone silent. The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
"The individual with the least amount of votes and therefore the next Islander to be dumped from the villa is… Y/N."
For a second, no one moved. No one breathed.
Then—
"What?!" Chloe’s voice rang out, breaking the stillness like glass shattering.
The firepit erupted into chaos.
Chloe was on her feet instantly, eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you having a laugh?!"
Lucas swore under his breath. "Nah, this is bollocks."
Amber blinked rapidly, as if trying to process what she’d just heard. Even Callum, who had been sitting stiffly, let out a breath of frustration. "This don’t make any sense."
But Y/N barely heard them. Her vision blurred.
Her stomach twisted painfully as the realization hit her like a freight train.
This was it. Her time was up.
Harry was already looking at her. His jaw was clenched, his hands in fists at his sides, as though he was physically restraining himself from doing something reckless.
She exhaled shakily, gripping onto his shirt.
“I don’t want to leave you alone,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
It was the first thing she’d said since the text.
Harry turned to face her, his movements sharp, deliberate. He cupped her face between his hands like he needed to anchor her, to make sure she heard him properly.
"Then don’t."
Her eyes flickered up to his, wide with confusion. “What?”
His expression softened, but his voice was firm, unwavering.
"If you go, I go."
The words hit her like lightning to the chest.
The group erupted around them—gasps, exclamations, Chloe muttering, "Oh my God," under her breath. Lucas dragged a hand over his face, looking like he was witnessing actual madness.
"But you—" Y/N started, but he cut her off.
"I’m leaving with you," Harry said, as if it were the simplest decision in the world.
Sophia scoffed, folding her arms. “Oh, give me a break.”
Amber turned to her with a withering look. "Sophia, do us all a favor and shut up for once."
Harry didn’t even acknowledge them. His eyes never left Y/N’s.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he said softly, challenging her. “Tell me I’m making a mistake, and I’ll stay.”
Y/N stared at him, stunned. Her heart was slamming against her ribs, her thoughts a mess.
This wasn’t how she thought things would go. She was meant to leave alone.
Not with him.
Her throat tightened. Everything in her was screaming at her to take his hand and just run.
Chloe let out a short, breathless laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, this is proper Love Island history, this.”
And then—
Ian’s voice, as smug as ever, echoed through the speakers:
"Well, well, well… Looks like someone’s about to leave this villa, but they sure as hell won’t be walking out alone."
A shrill ping rang through the tense air, pulling everyone’s attention back to Y/N’s phone.
Her hands trembled as she unlocked it, the final blow already expected.
She swallowed hard before reading aloud, her voice barely steady:
"Y/N, pack your bags, say your goodbyes and leave the villa . #EndOfTheRoad #GoodbyesAreHard"
A fresh wave of emotions crashed over her.
This was it.
The villa was silent except for the sound of a few sniffles. The girls looked devastated, Chloe shaking her head like she still couldn’t believe this was happening. The boys looked pissed off, like they were seconds away from flipping the firepit over.
But it was Harry’s reaction that hit her the most.
His grip tightened around her hand—firm, certain. Like there was no force on this Earth that could pull him away from her.
She exhaled, nodding. "Let’s go."
And so they did.
The walk back to the villa was heavy, silent. Everyone trailed behind them, watching as Y/N led the way into the bedroom.
Chloe was the first to throw her arms around her. "I can't believe this," she murmured into her hair, her voice thick with emotion.
Y/N held on tight, soaking in every last second. "I love you."
Chloe let out a watery laugh. "Not me cryin' like a little bitch."
The other girls followed suit. But Y/N wasn’t paying them any mind.
Because when she turned around, Harry was packing.
His suitcase was open, his clothes being thrown in haphazardly.
It took a moment for her to process. And then it hit her.
She stepped toward him, eyes wide. "Harry, are you—"
He didn’t even look up. "Course I am."
Before she could react, another voice cut through the room.
"Are you actually serious?"
Sophia.
Y/N tensed as she turned, watching as Sophia pushed through the doorway. The rest of the group instinctively moved aside, giving her space.
Harry finally looked up, unimpressed. “What do you want?”
Sophia folded her arms tightly, her expression unreadable. But the way her fingers dug into her own skin gave her away—she was desperate.
"You leaving puts me in danger," she blurted out. "I could get dumped next!"
Harry let out a bitter laugh. "That's not my problem."
Sophia stepped closer, lowering her voice like she thought it would make a difference. "You never even gave me a chance, Harry. Not a real one. And now you're just—just throwing away everything we could've had for her?" She threw a sharp glare toward Y/N.
Harry stilled.
And then, he looked her straight in the eyes. Cold, unwavering.
"I never wanted to know you, Sophia," he said simply. "There was no need."
Sophia sucked in a sharp breath, as if he had physically hit her.
"And before you start blaming everyone else," he continued, stepping around her, "just remember—this is all on you."
He slung his bag over his shoulder and reached for Y/N’s suitcase, pulling it up as well before looking back at her.
"Ready?"
Y/N nodded, her chest tight, emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
Harry took her hand again, leading her through the villa one last time.
By the front door of the villa, the Islanders gathered, forming a tight circle around Y/N and Harry.
It was bittersweet—every tear, every whispered goodbye.
Chloe was the first to wrap her arms around Y/N again, holding on like she never wanted to let go. “These are happy tears,” she sniffled, pulling back just enough to look Y/N in the eyes. “Because you found what you came here for, babe. And that’s love.”
Y/N smiled, eyes glossy. “I really did.”
Lucas turned to Harry, gripping his shoulders before pulling him into a proper hug. “You’re doin’ the right thing, mate,” he murmured, patting his back. “Proud of you.”
Harry nodded, swallowing thickly. No words were needed.
One by one, they hugged, laughed softly through the tears, whispered their last words to Y/N and Harry before pulling back.
All except for Sophia and Georgia.
They stood off to the side, watching with unreadable expressions, but neither said a word.
Harry didn’t spare them a glance.
With one final deep breath, he turned to Y/N and offered his hand.
She took it without hesitation.
And together—with smiles on their faces, hands intertwined, and hearts steady—they walked out of the villa.
Y/N and Scarlett Styles are best friends in college. They share everything even their plans for Spring Break. They have a trip to Bahamas planned. Everything takes a turn when Scarlett is unable to fly, and Y/N is forced to coexist and interact with Scarlett's dad.
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From the very first day, Y/N had doubts about the career she chose to study in college. To be truthful, she picked journalism because she admired how polished the reporters looked on the news. Her uncertainty vanished the moment she met Scarlett Styles at the end of her freshman year. Meeting Scarlett made it all worthwhile. They met in one of those classes that was just a filler for the syllabus, where no one ever attended and the professor did not seem to care, giving everyone the same grade.
Since freshman year, they had been inseparable. Y/N admired Scarlett in many ways. She loved how Scarlett stood up for what she believed was right, fighting with grace and facts. Scarlett influenced Y/N and helped her gain the confidence she lacked. She was much different from her freshman self.
"Alright, what do you think?" Y/N asked as she finished tying the side strings of her bikini bottoms. "Be honest." Y/N had FaceTime video called Scarlett for the approval of her outfits for their upcoming trip.
"Love it. That is definitely your color. How many are you taking?" Scarlett was in England, having flown back home to see her grandmother and meet her youngest cousin before flying to the Caribbean to meet Y/N.
"Ten?" Y/N asked as she wrapped her bathrobe around herself and slipped off the red bikini she had just tried on. "Is that too much?"
"I think that is too little," Scarlett giggled. "I think that is all we are going to wear for those two weeks."
"Crap," Y/N said, pursing her lips as she looked for more options. "The rest of my bikinis are too skimpy. I might have to buy more."
"Just take those," Scarlett rolled her eyes, looking at her best friend through her phone. "Stop spending money. Your mom is going to have a heart attack when she sees the credit card bill."
"I can't. They are too tiny. Your dad is going to be there," Y/N complained as she held up one of the smallest bikinis, her heart doing a nervous little flutter at the thought of him seeing her in it. "I want to make a good impression. He is going to think I am a whore."
"Please. My dad is probably going to be locked up in the house, designing and drawing. We are barely going to see him."
"Fine, but you have to stick up for me if he kicks me out of the rental for nudity," Y/N said, laughing along with Scarlett, who knew her father was likely too busy to pay attention to their outfits, even on vacation.
Y/N continued her packing, occasionally glancing at the screen to see Scarlett’s reactions. After sorting through a few more outfits, she plopped down on her bed with a sigh.
"I am so excited," Y/N said, smiling at Scarlett. "A much-needed break."
"From all the partying," Scarlett laughed. "I am actually looking forward to some quiet time away from all the nonsense."
"Have you talked to him? Has he texted you?" Y/N asked, referring to Scarlett's boyfriend, Henry. They had a fallout two days before the break when Scarlett told him he could not go to the Bahamas with them.
"He is still giving me the cold shoulder," Scarlett shrugged, trying to act like she was not hurt, but Y/N could read her too easily. She could tell Scarlett was hurt and disappointed. "I am just not ready for him to meet my dad. Why is it so hard for him to understand? He means everything to me. I do not bring every guy I date to meet my dad. It is disrespectful."
Henry and Scarlett had started going out four months ago after meeting at a dorm party.
"His reaction is very childish if you ask me," Y/N said. She could tell that they were not going to last. Scarlett hated being restrained or forced to do something she did not agree with. "He is your dad. You choose when is the right time to meet him."
"I feel like he is just using the excuse of meeting my dad to tag along on the trip," Scarlett revealed. "Why would he want to meet him when we have only just met?" Y/N nodded, since she had thought about it too but had refrained from saying it.
"Time will only tell, Scar." Her best friend only nodded. After they hung up, Y/N felt a mixture of excitement and strange, lingering nerves. She finished packing and went straight to bed.
The day of the trip finally arrived. Y/N was getting some much-needed coffee and a snack when she was interrupted by a call from Scarlett.
"I will never understand why people can be so slow through the TSA—"
"Y/N, please do not kill me," Scarlett interrupted, her voice filled with urgency. Scarlett clearly had a knot in her throat.
"What? What happened?"
"They are not letting me board the plane. My passport expires in less than six months." She sounded entirely embarrassed, since nothing like this had ever happened to her. Scarlett usually checked everything multiple times. However, the one time she had not was last night. "I have talked with my dad, and he is calling some people, but I am going to miss my flight and probably the first week of the trip until I can get it renewed."
Y/N could not believe what she was hearing. It felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over her. She was incredibly disappointed and felt like crying.
"Y/N? Are you still there?"
"Yeah," she cleared her throat, noticing that the barista was calling out to her. It was her turn to order. Y/N stepped aside and allowed the next person to go before her, her appetite completely vanishing. "So, I am just going to find someone to get my luggage back and go home."
"What? You are not going to get on the plane? Why not?"
"What am I going to do there without you, Scar?"
"Relax, read a book, listen to music, get a tan and a massage, and wait until next week for me to get there. Do not be silly," Scarlett said, treating it like it was obvious. She was just calling to let Y/N know the reason for her absence, but that did not mean the entire trip was canceled. She was just going to be late.
"I do not know, Scar…"
"I am not taking no for an answer, Y/N. You spent way too much money on your seat on that plane. You opted out of eating quite a few times just to be able to afford it. My dad is already there, so you won’t be completely alone."
Y/N sighed, feeling torn between her deep disappointment and Scarlett's insistence. "Okay, you are right," she finally conceded, "but please hurry up."
“I will. I will miss you,” Scarlett replied. “I promise I will get on the first flight out as soon as I get my passport sorted. In the meantime, just try to enjoy yourself. It is the Caribbean, after all.”
Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath to try and normalize her pulse after the sudden wave of panic.
“I will try my best.”
“That is the spirit. Give my dad a hug for me and have a safe flight. Text me when you land.”
“Love you. Bye.”
After hanging up, Y/N forced herself to focus on the positive. The trip was a chance to unwind, and she needed to make the best out of it. She ordered her coffee, though her appetite had not quite returned, and headed toward her gate.
Y/N boarded the plane and found her seat. After stowing her carry-on, she settled into the window seat, gazing out at the bustling airport below. Just as she was about to pull out her book, a tall, handsome man appeared beside her.
"Looks like I am your seatmate," he said with a friendly smile, gesturing to the seat next to her.
Y/N smiled back, noticing his warm hazel eyes and easygoing demeanor. "Great, nice to meet you," she replied.
"I am Anthony," he introduced himself, extending a hand.
“Y/N," she said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you too."
As the plane took off, they struck up a conversation. Anthony was friendly and easy to talk to, and Y/N found herself enjoying his company. They talked about their reasons for going to the Bahamas, shared travel stories, and laughed about the little quirks of airplane travel.
"So, what is bringing you to the Bahamas?" Anthony asked after the plane reached cruising altitude.
"I am meeting a best friend for spring break," Y/N explained. "She got held up with a passport issue, so I am flying solo for now."
"That is a bummer," Anthony said sympathetically. “I am also heading there for spring break with some friends. Maybe we will run into each other again. What are your plans for the trip?”
“A bit of everything, I guess. Relaxing, exploring, and trying out some local food. You?”
“Pretty much the same. We are staying at a resort, but I am hoping to see more than just the touristy spots. I have heard the local culture is amazing.”
They continued chatting, sharing their interests and dreams. Anthony told her about his job in marketing, his love for surfing, and his plans to travel more. Y/N opened up about her studies, her passion for writing, and her excitement for the upcoming trip.
As the plane began its descent, Anthony turned to her with a smile. “Let me give you my number, just in case you ever want to join us.”
"Sure," Y/N said, smiling back. She handed him her phone, and he quickly entered his contact information.
“Feel free to text me if you want to hang out,” Anthony said, handing her phone back. “And if you ever want to try surfing, I am your guy.”
"I might take you up on that," Y/N said, slipping her phone into her bag.
Once the plane landed, they gathered their belongings and headed toward baggage claim together. "It was really nice meeting you," Y/N said as they reached the terminal.
"You too, Y/N. Have a great time, and hopefully, I will see you around."
"Definitely," Y/N replied, giving him a wave as they went their separate ways.
Scarlett had arranged for a driver to pick them up, so after she collected her luggage, she met with him by the exit doors of the airport. As Y/N exited the bustling airport, she was greeted by a warm, tropical breeze and the vibrant colors of the Bahamas. Her driver, a cheerful man named Marcus, welcomed her with a friendly smile and helped load her luggage into a sleek black SUV. Once she was settled in the backseat, they set off toward the villa where she would be staying with Scarlett’s dad.
The drive began with a stretch through Nassau’s lively streets, brimming with a mix of local culture and tourist attractions. Y/N watched as vendors sold fresh fruits and handmade crafts from colorful stalls, and locals mingled with visitors in an atmosphere buzzing with energy. The smell of jerk chicken and conch fritters wafted through the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation.
As they left the city behind, the scenery shifted to a more serene landscape. Palm trees lined the roads, their fronds swaying gently in the breeze. The vibrant turquoise waters of the Caribbean Sea came into view, sparkling under the bright midday sun. Y/N marveled at the clarity of the water, which looked so inviting that she could hardly wait to dive in.
They passed through quaint villages with charming pastel-colored houses, each with its own unique character. Children played in the yards and neighbors chatted over fences, giving the area a warm, community feel. Y/N felt a sense of calm wash over her as they continued along the coastal road.
Y/N nodded, taking mental notes of places to explore once Scarlett arrived. The drive continued, and the road wound through lush tropical forests alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, adding to the sensory delight.
As they neared the villa, the landscape became even more picturesque. The road led them up a gentle hill, providing breathtaking views of the ocean and the surrounding islands. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.
Finally, they arrived at the villa. It was a stunning, two-story retreat perched on a cliff overlooking the sea. The architecture blended modern elegance with tropical charm, featuring large windows, spacious balconies, and a thatched roof. The garden was a paradise of vibrant flowers, exotic plants, and a sparkling infinity pool that seemed to merge with the ocean beyond.
Marcus helped Y/N with her bags and guided her inside. The interior of the villa was just as impressive as the exterior. The open-plan living area was filled with natural light and decorated in soothing coastal hues of blue and white. Comfortable, stylish furniture invited relaxation, and the large glass doors opened onto a terrace with panoramic ocean views.
That is when she heard a heavy, raspy British accent coming from just around the corner.
“She is here. I will call you later. Let me know what they say. I love you.”
Harry, Scarlett’s dad, appeared from upstairs. “You must be Y/N,” he said, walking down the steps toward her. “I am Harry. Welcome to our little paradise.”
To say that Y/N’s jaw nearly hit the floor was an understatement. Slightly sunburned from a day in the Caribbean sun, his skin had taken on a warm, golden-red hue that only accentuated his sharp features. He was completely shirtless, revealing a broad, leanly muscled chest covered in a map of dark tattoos that trailed down past his waist. His swim trunks hung low on his hips, clinging effortlessly to his frame. Harry’s tousled hair, still damp from a recent swim, fell in heavy, soft curls around his face, and he slid a pair of sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look at her. His eyes were a piercing green, locked entirely onto hers. His easy smile and confident demeanor were dizzying.
She had expected someone older, a conventional, graying father figure, not the youthful, devastatingly handsome man before her. He looked far too young to have a college-aged daughter. Y/N felt a sudden, sharp prickle of heat rush straight up her neck.
“Hi,” Y/N replied, her voice trapping in her throat for a second before she could find her footing. “Thank you for having me, Mr. Styles. It is so beautiful here.”
“Call me Harry,” he laughed softly, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver straight down her spine. He lingered a step closer than necessary, his gaze dropping down her frame for a fraction of a second before returning to her face. “I hope you will feel at home.”
As he spoke, the heavy air of the tropical afternoon seemed to thicken. The sheer confidence with which he carried his bare body was undeniably magnetic. Y/N suddenly felt entirely self-conscious, acutely aware of her travel-worn clothes and the fact that she probably smelled like a cramped airplane. She smoothed her hair, hoping she did not look as flustered as she felt under his intense gaze.
Harry seemed to sense the sudden tension. "Long flight?" he asked kindly, though his eyes remained fixed on her lips as she spoke.
"Yeah, a bit," Y/N admitted, her pulse racing as she stood so close to his bare chest. She could smell the scent of salt water and expensive cologne radiating off his skin. "I feel a little dirty and disheveled, honestly."
"Well, I can imagine you might want to freshen up," Harry murmured, his voice dropping into a smoother, quieter register. "Your room has a great view and a nice big bathroom. Why don't you get settled in, and we will have some lunch out here together later?"
"That sounds perfect," Y/N said, desperately needing to escape the magnetic pull of his presence before she completely embarrassed herself.
Harry gave her a slow, reassuring nod, his eyes locked onto hers. "If you need anything at all, just let me know. Scarlett speaks very highly of you."
"Thank you," Y/N said, her voice a little breathier than she intended. "I really appreciate it."
As she turned to head to her room, she caught herself glancing back over her shoulder. Harry had walked out to the terrace, leaning his hips against the railing as he watched her walk away, his expression unreadable behind his dark sunglasses. Y/N shook her head vigorously as she closed her bedroom door, trying to force her racing heart to slow down. She was here to enjoy a vacation with her best friend, not get completely derailed by her best friend's father, no matter how heavy the tension in that room had just been.
Once in her room, Y/N took a deep, shaky breath and started unpacking. The luxurious surroundings helped her relax, and as she stepped into the shower, she let the cool water wash away the travel grime and her lingering nerves. She knew this trip was going to be full of surprises, and meeting Harry was a dangerous first step.
After a refreshing shower, Y/N felt revitalized and ready to face the island heat. She rummaged through her suitcase, her fingers hovering over her clothes before deciding on something bolder. With a bit of confidence restored, she picked out that vibrant, coral bikini Scarlett had convinced her to buy. The color complemented her skin beautifully, and the cut was decidedly daring, hugging her curves perfectly and lifting her chest.
She took her time getting ready, applying a light layer of sunscreen over her bare shoulders and letting her damp hair dry naturally into soft, beachy waves. Y/N gave herself one last approving look in the mirror, feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline. She slipped into a sheer, flowy cover-up that did very little to hide the bright fabric underneath and grabbed her book before heading downstairs.
As she walked through the villa, the heavy silence was punctuated only by the distant crashing of waves. Stepping onto the sun-drenched terrace, she found Harry lounging by the edge of the infinity pool, sipping a drink. He looked up as her sandals clicked against the stone, and Y/N caught the exact moment his eyes widened, his gaze tracking the line of her legs as she approached.
“Better?” he asked, his voice low as he adjusted his posture on the sunbed.
Y/N nodded, enjoying the sudden, thick tension vibrating between them. “Much better.”
“I thought I would take your advice and relax by the pool for a bit,” she said, stepping up to the sunbed right next to his.
She deliberately let her cover-up slide off her shoulders, letting the fabric pool at her feet to reveal the coral bikini. She did not miss the way Harry’s breath hitched, or how his gaze slowly dragged down her exposed stomach, tracking the curve of her hips before forcing itself back up to her eyes. A heavy, thrilling wave of confidence washed over her.
“Good,” he replied, his voice noticeably rougher than before. He cleared his throat, gesturing to the sunbed next to his. “I hope you applied some sunscreen. The sun here is absolutely ruthless.”
“I did,” she said, offering a slow smile as she settled onto the cushion, fully aware of how much skin she was exposing right beside him.
She opened her book, trying to focus on the text, but the words blurred together. The silence between them was thick, heavy with an awareness that had not been there an hour ago. She stole a glance through her eyelashes. Up close, the sight of his broad, tattooed chest rising and falling just inches away was intoxicating.
"Good book?" Harry asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.
"Yeah, it is," Y/N said, turning her head to face him. "A mystery novel. It keeps me on my toes.”
"I like a good mystery," Harry murmured, his green eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her swallow hard. "Keeps things interesting."
They fell back into a charged silence, the heat of the afternoon sun mirroring the heat building between their sunbeds. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of shared glances. Later that evening, Harry excused himself after dinner to work in his study, leaving Y/N alone on the terrace to watch the sunset, her skin still tingling from the weight of his attention.
“What are you working on?” Y/N asked the next morning, walking out to find Harry already seated at the outdoor table with his tablet and stylus.
“Designing a new building,” Harry murmured, looking up to track her movement as she sat across from him. As the owner of a major architectural firm, he spent most of his time hunched over blueprints, but today, his attention seemed fractured.
“What kind of building is it?” Y/N asked, genuinely intrigued as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands.
"A mixed-use development," Harry replied, turning the screen so she could see. "Retail spaces on the lower levels, residential units above. The goal is a community where people live, work, and play all in one place."
Y/N leaned in closer, sliding her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to get a better look at the intricate lines. Her bare shoulder brushed against his arm, and a sharp jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them. Neither of them pulled away. “What is your vision for it?”
Harry’s eyes lit up, his voice dropping into that passionate, gravelly cadence as he explained the design. “It focuses on sustainability. Rooftop gardens, massive windows for natural light, energy-efficient systems. I want to create something that does not just look good, but feels good to exist inside of.”
Y/N listened, completely captivated by the deep baritone of his voice and the sheer brilliance of his mind. “It sounds truly special, Harry.”
“I hope it is,” he said, his voice lowering as his eyes dropped to her lips again, the blueprint completely forgotten for a long, heavy moment.
Y/N shifted slightly, a sudden wave of insecurity hitting her as she compared his immense success to her own aimless path. "Journalism," she admitted with a hint of hesitation, her gaze drifting out toward the ocean. "I chose it because I thought it would be interesting, but lately, I have been feeling like it is not what I am truly passionate about. Not like this is for you."
Harry listened attentively, his expression softening with genuine warmth. “I understand,” he said gently, reaching out to place a hand near hers on the table, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. “It is okay. You are still young, and it takes time to find that fire. Have you thought about what actually inspires you?”
Y/N nodded, looking down at his large, ring-adorned hands. "I love writing and telling stories, but I haven't found that one thing that really lights a fire in me."
Harry smiled, a devastatingly tender expression that made her chest ache. “Don’t beat yourself up for it. You have a long way ahead of you, and sometimes that passion reveals itself completely unexpectedly.”
Y/N felt an incredible weight lift off her shoulders, the emotional intimacy of the conversation twisting tightly with the physical attraction she felt for him.
After a while, Harry put down his tablet and stretched, his muscles flexing beneath his tanned skin. "I think it is time for a swim down at the beach. Care to join me?”
Y/N did not hesitate this time. "Sure, why not?"
They made their way down a winding, secluded path bordered by thick tropical foliage, leading to a private stretch of beach completely hidden from the rest of the island. The soft sand was warm beneath their feet, and the turquoise water stretched out endlessly before them.
"Breathtaking as always," Harry remarked, standing at the water's edge. But as he spoke, he was not looking at the ocean. He was looking entirely at her.
The next day, a soft, rosy glow crept over the horizon, painting the island sky in deep shades of pink and gold. Harry woke before dawn, his usual routine, slipping on his running gear quietly so as not to disturb the peacefulness of the house. He tiptoed downstairs, the tiles cool beneath his bare feet, and headed toward the front door.
As he passed through the living room, his eyes caught on the terrace.
There, curled up on one of the sunbeds under a white cotton blanket, lay Y/N. She had fallen asleep waiting for the sunrise, her long lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks, her face utterly serene in the early morning light. Harry froze, his breath catching in his throat. He stood in the doorway for a long minute, just watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, a dangerous, heavy warmth spreading rapidly through his veins.
Pounding his feelings down, Harry quickly slipped outside and started his jog along the empty coastal roads. He pushed himself hard, his feet slamming against the pavement as he tried to clear his head, but every single thought center-aligned right back to her. He could not shake the image of her in that tiny coral bikini, the sound of her breathy laughter, or the intoxicating feeling of her bare skin brushing his at the design table. It was not just her body that was driving him insane, it was her mind, her vulnerability, and the effortless way she fit into his space.
Feeling a heavy wave of guilt, Harry quickened his pace, pushing his lungs to burn. He was forty-four years old. She was his daughter's best friend, sleeping downstairs in his villa, and he was completely, utterly losing control of his thoughts.
By the time he slammed back through the front doors of the villa, the sun was fully up, scorching the terrace. His skin was slick with sweat, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs. Desperate for any kind of relief, he marched straight into his bathroom and turned the shower dial completely to the left, stepping under the freezing, punishing spray.
He leaned his forehead against the cold tiles, panting, but the shock of the water did absolutely nothing to cool the fire in his blood. He closed his eyes, and all he could see was her. He could not get that damn bikini out of his mind. He remembered the vibrant color against her sun-kissed skin, the way it accentuated every single curve of her hips and the soft fullness of her breasts.
His hand, moving completely on instinct, crept down his stomach and gripped his throbbing, aching length. He let out a low, ragged groan into the empty shower, his grip tightening as he began to stroke himself frantically. The mental image of her took over completely. He imagined her naked, pinned beneath him against the mattress of his bed, her small hands clutching at his shoulders as she moaned his name, begging for him to give her what she wanted. He thought about how deliciously tight and scorching warm she would feel wrapping around him, how she would taste like sweet pineapple and rum, and his mouth literally watered at the thought.
He did not last long at all. With a loud, breathless grunt, he came hard against the tile, his chest heaving as the freezing water immediately washed the evidence down the drain.
Harry stayed under the spray for a long time, his breathing slowly rattling to a halt. As the fog in his mind cleared, a deep, heavy wave of shame settled over him. He ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. He was acting like a starved schoolboy, completely undone by a girl half his age, and she was sitting downstairs waiting for him.
Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.
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Forty-five minutes into the movie the couple change positions. Majorly caused by the pain that Y/N had begun experiencing in her coccyx since her whole weight was distributed on it. Y/N sat up, careful not to make any sound that would disturb the rest of the people. She pulled away from him and laid on her side beside him, giving her back to him.
Harry followed and lay on his side too. He threw his arm over her waist and pulled her body close to his. His chest is pressed against her back and their legs are angled together as they continued watching the movie silently.
Y/N couldn’t concentrate on the movie. She could feel his hard chest expanding and condensing against her back. Harry’s fingers had found a small piece of bare skin beside her belly button. Skin that he kept caressing and kept leaving a burning trail. His touch was soft yet penetrable and her hands ached with the desire of touching him. She swallowed every bit of it back and turned her full attention back into the movie.
The two hours left movie blew past them before the couple even realized that the movie had ended. People clap and cheer loudly as the credit roll in. It was dark and chilly, but cold enough for them to make them get up quickly and leave like the others. Y/N pressed her body closer to him and snuggled into his chest.
“Chilly?” He whispered, “Turn around,” Harry said softly, as he reached over her and took another blanket that he had noticed that she had brought. “Here,” he said extending the blanket over her body.
It is dead silent for a few minutes, only their breaths could be heard.
“Do you miss England?” She asked him. Her question brought him back to reality. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked” She apologized and pulled away a bit from him.
“Where are you going?” He frowned, pulling her back into his chest. “I- I do. Haven’t been back in a long time” He shrugged, as he drew patterns on the skin of her arm.
“Have you ever felt lonely in a room full of people?” He exhaled loudly, as his brain scrambled for a response. He wasn’t sure if he needed to be honest with her or lie. The last thing he wanted to do was scared her off, but he also wanted to be truthful with her.
“Always” Harry gulped. Y/N grip on him got tighter as if she was trying to protect him.
“Me too” she whispered.
“I’ve never been to England.” She shared, breaking the tension and sadness that had arisen from the conversation.
“Absurd. We will need to change that” He chuckled after hearing her giggle. Y/N nuzzles her face in the crook of his neck. Hypnotized by the strong odor of his cologne, aftershave, and fabric softener.
The atmosphere was serene and tranquil. The thought of taking Y/N to England to meet the people close to him and where he had grown up — excited him beyond explanation.
“Would you be my girlfriend?” He asked after mustering all this courage. “I- I know that we met a few months ago… You don’t have to say yes… I understand that it might be soon — it just came out.” He rambled nervous to what she might say. She grabbed him by the chin and pulled him enough, so their lips were barely brushing against each other's.
“Yes” she whispered, “I thought you would never ask” and so she kissed him. He tangled his fingers through her hair and pulled her on top of him.
“What are you doing?” He asked feeling how she was shimming her way down this body. She pushed him down. “We are in public” He popped himself on his elbows just to see her flip her hair to the side. Her hands swiftly unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants with a cheeky smile. “darlin’ ” he laughed as she struggled to pull the jeans off his legs. “What if someone sees us?” He challenged, trying his best to regain a serious tone, so she would take him seriously. “I AM SERIOUS” Harry exclaimed with a heavy English accent.
“I am too!” Y/N giggled nibbling and kissing on the skin under his belly button. Harry gasped at the sensation of her warm lips against him. “Let me make you feel good” He nodded but continued staring at her wearily. Y/N pulled down his boxers just enough to reveal the important bit. “No fucking way” she whispered under her breath as she had her first look at him. He was bigger than she had expected.
Harry looked away, clearly feeling uncomfortable and extremely exposed. He was untouched and his innocence only made him more appealing to her eyes.
“Stop looking at me like that” He pleaded to her just seconds before she planted a soft kiss on each of his hip bones, leading a trail to the place that he desired her the most to touch. His skin was smooth and hot. Y/N reached the base of him and securely wrapped a hand around, instantly making his hips jerk towards her.
Y/N peppered kisses, leaving a wet trail to his tip. She can feel him getting painfully harder by the second of her tender touch. She looked up momentarily and caught eyes with him. He was still pooped up on his elbows, with his mouth slightly opened. As she saw the heat and the anticipation that his eyes held, she decided to put him out of his misery and wrap her mouth around him.
“Oh shit” he cried as she felt every muscle on him contract as she slowly bobbed her head. She had never been a fan of giving sloppy blowjobs. They made her feel dirty and men usually took the chance to manhandle her. She also believed that it took the intimacy out of the act. She liked taking her time especially when she desired Harry more than anyone else before. Y/N ran her tongue around the tip before pulling it entirely back into her mouth. She breathed out of her nose trying to control her gag reflex as he hit the back of her throat. “Christ” he breathed, throwing his head back.
“You like that?” She whispered with her lips still pressed against the side of him after she had taken him out. Harry nodded and exhaled loudly, recovering from the extreme pleasure that he had just experienced.
Y/N traced her tongue along the vein that kept palpitating under her tongue. It was quiet for a bit except for the clicking sound coming from the necklace she wore, his heavy breathing, and his occasional cursing. She started picking up her pace, as she felt he was starting to grow impatient. Harry reached out and gathered her hair, helping to keep it out of the way since it tickled his skin.
“Just like that” he managed to say, throwing his head back, raising his hips from the floor, and his grip on her hair tightened. Y/N pressed her hands against his thighs as she tried her best to keep him in her mouth at least until he finished releasing. He sat up to get a better view and watched her swallow any reminisce of him.
Harry sat there with a lustful look. His hair was messy from running his fingers through it and from all the movement. His breathing was still heavy, and his lips were swollen from biting down on them. He had a few marks on his thighs from her nails which he found attractive that she had marked him.
“Did you like it?” She asked, sitting back. Harry doesn’t say anything back, but instead leans forward and pulls her to his lap by her waist. She can feel him against her leg, but she tries her best to ignore it and the desire and tingling that crept up. Y/N wrapped her arms around his next and felt his hands, running down her back.
“It was good” He smiled and kissed her lips, “I can taste myself on you” Harry whispered against her lips.
“Let me help you” Y/N reached down, to try to tuck him back into his pants, but the second she touched him, he jerked away. He was still sensitive.
“Better get dressed before anything else happens” Harry shyly smiled, coming into the senses, and realizing that he was naked from the waist down in the middle of a field. “We should go. I have an early class tomorrow.” All night long, Ganesh had been texting him and asking where he was. He had also been very insistent on the importance of doing the work that the professor had assigned them. “Ganesh” he shook his head as he read over the alarming texts.
“What are you going to say to him?”
“The truth” Harry responded with a quick ok and then blocked his phone.
“That your girlfriend took you out of class, took you to a drive-in, and gave you head in the middle of a field?” She asked as she got off the back of the car to start cleaning up.
