Harry feels every muscle in his body go tense as he watches the scene in front of him unfold, his eyes hold a harsh glare as they focus on the arm that’s draped over your shoulder pulling you closer into the side of someone that Harry knows is just a friend but he also knows this happens to be a friend you’ve shared a drunken kiss with. You have a smile on your face as you laugh at something Zayn just whispered in your ear, normally the bubbly and joyous sound of your laughter has Harry’s heart melting and his face breaking out into a grin because it’s one of his favorite sounds but when it hits his ears from across the small room it just makes his jaw clench and his grip tighten on the watered down glass of whiskey in his hand all because he knows he’s not the reason behind it.

Harry is well aware that he has a nasty jealousy streak when it comes to you, even when you two were just friends he would always find himself getting irrationally upset anytime he wasn’t able to be with you but someone else like Niall or Zayn was. He knows your relationship with the handsome dark haired man that your sharing a laugh with is strictly platonic, Zayn has always been one of the few people in your life that you can count on to be there whenever you need him no matter what you need him for and he’s glad you have a friend like that but it doesn’t change the fact that as silly as he knows it sounds, Harry would much rather you only call him for anything and everything. He doesn’t like to share your attention and that’s only amplified ever since he exchanged the title of being your bestfriend for being your boyfriend almost a year ago. And now that the two of you have been living together ever since the lease ended at your tiny apartment Harry paid the last four months of rent at he has noticed that his jealousy has somehow morphed into a kind of possessiveness that drives him a bit mad when he sees other people’s eyes linger on you for a beat too long or someone lean in too closely when trying to engage in conversation with you.

It’s gotten to a point where he’s even snapped at Niall for simply placing a hand on your lower back when he was standing beside you for a photo at Amelia’s birthday dinner a few weeks back. There’s just something about you in a social setting when you’re surrounded by people that causes a prickling and burning need for Harry to stake his claim over you as if you’re some sort of thing he’s managed to win. But even as horrible as that sounds he can’t always fight off the urge to act on those feelings and it usually ends up with him dragging you away to a bathroom or a secluded corner somewhere and reminding you how good only he can make you feel, letting you return back to socializing with a blissful smile on your face and a few red blotchy marks on your neck to ward off any unwanted advances.

He does all of this because he just can’t fathom the idea of someone else not knowing you’re his, not knowing that he’s the one you’re leaving with and that he’s the only one who gets to know what it feels like to be loved by you. And by the looks of it, Harry fears he might have to make his way over to you sooner rather than later and steal you away for a bit because something about the way Zayn is so casually leaning down and whispering things to you making you smile and giggle has his blood reaching a boiling point.

“You keep looking at him like that his heads gonna explode.” Harry just rolls his eyes as Niall appears next to where he’s standing at the bar.

“And that would be a bad thing?” Harry asks without any hint of playfulness making Niall let out a laugh as Harry places his glass down on the poorly decorated bar that just has a few rose petals scattered on top of it.

“Yeah it would be a bad thing I mean look at him,” Niall motions towards you and Zayn with his hand that’s not holding a beer bottle. “He’s bloody beautiful.”

“He’s decent looking.”

“Decent? Oh fuck right off with that—we both know that man is attractive.”

“If you think he’s so fit why don’t you go over there and take my girlfriend’s place huh?—let him whisper in your ear and make you giggle like a school girl with a crush.” Harry’s harsh words have Niall slowly looking over at his bestfriend who is glaring at the side of Zayn’s head, all the angles of Harry’s face take on a harsher appearance and it all begins to click in Niall’s mind why suddenly your friendship with the tall dark and handsome man standing next to you is such an issue.

“You need to calm down before your jealousy gets you in trouble—they have been friends for years Harry and nothing has ever-”

“They kissed once.”

“What? Really? When? No—no one told me anything about a kiss.”

“I don’t know probably years ago it was a dare or something and-”

“And clearly it didn’t mean anything because she’s with you and they are still just friends.” This makes Harry let out an annoyed sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes still on Zayn as the two of you continue to talk amongst the small group of friends you’re standing in the middle of. “Seriously Harry this whole jealous boyfriend thing isn’t cute and it’s gonna piss her off if you don’t get it under control.” If Niall only knew that when Harry gets in these kinds of moods you don’t usually mind that much, because you understand that sometimes he just needs some reassurance but then again Harry hasn’t ever felt this intense of a mixture of both jealousy and possessiveness pumping through his veins like some sort of drug, and he isn’t at all sure how you’re going to handle it.

But he’s about to find out.

“Don’t worry Niall.” Harry says with a mischievous looking smile on his face as he turns to look Niall in the eye. “I have it all under control.” This makes a loud booming laugh come out of the Irishman’s mouth as Harry shoots him a wink before turning and heading in your direction while Niall just shakes his head and turns towards the bar so he doesn’t have to see whatever scene he knows Harry is about to cause.

“You have got it all wrong—Noah was never going to marry anyone else. He was in love with Allie and just Allie.” Harry grins as the sound of your voice hits his ears, he can tell by the tone of it that you’re in the middle of a very intense but still playful argument with the man next to you who Harry watches roll his eyes at you.

“I know all of that I’m saying that Allie didn’t give a fuck about our boy Noah—she was out there moving on and getting engaged so I just think he deserved better that’s all.” You let out an exaggerated huff as Zayn explains his side of things with a smile and just as Harry gets an arms length away from you Zayn reaches over and fixes the silver S pendant you wear on a delicate silver chain around your neck that’s somehow managed to flip over during the evening, seeing his hand casually graze your soft skin has Harry’s vision going red. “You look lovely tonight by the way.” Even though the way the words roll off Zayn’s tongue hold not even a tiny hint of flirtatiousness Harry can’t help but feel his hands balling up into firsts at his sides.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime babe.” Just as the petname falls out of Zayn’s mouth Harry is stepping behind you, his green eyes catch Zayn’s honey brown ones and the smile he gives Harry nearly sends him over the edge with how fake it is.

You can sense him before you feel his large hands grab onto you, having always been able to tell when Harry’s around by the way he causes all the attention in the room to be turned in his direction even if he doesn’t necessarily want it. The moment you feel the firmness of his grip when one of his hands lands on your hip you start to get an idea of what kind of mood he’s in because you know that for some reason your friendship with the man next to you has always stirred up some feelings of jealousy within Harry. But then he places his other hand on the side of your neck so his thumb can run up and down the back of it soothingly before giving it a small squeeze and it solidifies your earlier assumption about what kind of mood Harry is in and it has a small ripple of excitement spreading through your body, already knowing exactly how Harry handles his jealousy.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You hold back a laugh as you lean into Harry’s touch making a smile spread across his face as he keeps his eyes locked on Zayn. “You don’t mind if I steal her away for a moment do you?” He asks with a quirk of his brow making Zayn laugh as he gives Harry a shrug.

“Go for it mate—it’s not like she belongs to me or anything.” You look over at Zayn just in time to see him glance down at you and shoot you a little wink as he lifts his champagne glass up to his lips because you’re not the only one who is aware of what is happening in this situation and sometimes Zayn just can’t help himself when it comes to how easy it is to rile Harry up.

“Exactly.” Harry’s tone holds a harsh edge to it and you feel his grip on your hip tighten causing the silky material of your pink sparkly dress to bunch up under his fingertips. You don’t even have time to tell Zayn bye before Harry is giving your hip a small push so you start walking in his desired direction, his hand doesn’t leave your neck as your feet start moving but he lets his hand drop away from your hip so he can reach over and grab the drink out of your hand that you’re only halfway done with.

“I wasn’t done with that.” You tell him with a pout when he places it on an empty table as the two of you walk by, Harry lets out a small chuckle as he leans down so his lips are next to your ear.

“Don’t worry baby—I’ll get you another one when we’re done.” You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as his words make your mind start to swirl with all the possibilities of what he could possibly mean, his voice is deep and you don’t miss the lust filled husky undertone to it that has your core starting to throb with a familiar sense of anticipation.

“Okay.” Harry doesn’t need to see your face to know you’re started to get flustered, your breathy mumble gives it all away making him smile as he leans down further so he can place a quick kiss to the top of your shoulder, his lips are warm against your skin that’s visible thanks to the thin strap of your knee length dress that Harry bought for you to wear just for this occasion.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” He asks as he continues to steer you towards a dark hallway with a door at the end of it that leads to a stairwell and only has one dimly lit light on the wall above a picture of the New York City skyline.

“No I—I don’t think you have?” You say with a light tease to your voice making Harry just let out a hum in response.

“Well that just won’t do will it? Considering this whole dumb party is meant to be about love and all that.” Harry looks around to make sure no one is paying the two of you too much unwanted attention before he moves so he can push open the door letting you walk into the stairwell that’s only lit with a few fluorescent lights, their low buzz being the only sound in the enclosed space.

“It is not dumb you just don’t like the fact Zayn beat you to the idea of hosting a Valentine’s Day party.” Harry’s eyes darken as the other man’s name falls out of your mouth as you step into the stairwell with him following behind you and before you can even fully get the last word out and turn around to face him, he’s using his grip on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

Your eyes shut as his lips move against yours feverishly, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. Your hands tangle into his hair and you don’t even hear the door shut as Harry manages to maneuver the two of you into the corner of the the stairwell until you feel your back being pressed up against the wall with his back facing the door blocking anyone’s view of you if they happen to step out needing some air or to leave the party in a hurry. Harry’s hands gives your sides a squeeze before traveling down your body until he’s grabbing at the skirt of your dress and pushing it up towards your hips, you feel him smile against your lips when you automatically spread your legs enough for him to fit between.

“This is such a nice dress.” He mumbles against the skin of your jaw. “Know you like to be a little messy but we don’t wanna ruin it now do we muffin?”

Your mind starts to go fuzzy as Harry calls you the petname he now saves for very specific situations because it serves as a reminder of how he still happily continues to pay your way through life, and sometimes it can plant a seed of guilt that grows into a toxic vine that latches onto every innocent gift or small token of his love for you and turns it into something that leaves you feeling unworthy and creates an ever growing list of things you feel you haven’t earned and surely don’t deserve. But Harry knows you well enough to know that slipping it into moments like this, when he has his hands on you and his lips peppering kisses all over your neck it will only have you further melting into his touch and turn you desperate for more of him and that’s exactly how Harry likes you, desperate for him.

Especially when he’s losing the battle against his jealousy.

“N—no don’t want to ruin it because y—you bought it for me and it’s so pretty.” You whisper as one of Harry’s hands slides between your legs softly rubbing his thumb over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Your words have Harry holding back a grin as his lips find yours for a kiss that’s too quick for your liking making you poke your bottom lip out in a pout when he pulls away and locks eyes with you.

“You know I love buying pretty things for you baby.” His tone is soft as he drags his hand higher up your thigh, he lets out a deep sigh that turns into a dark chuckle as he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder. “Fuckin’ hell muffin why is it you never wear anything underneath dresses like this?” Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he turns his head so his lips are only a breath away from the sensitive skin of your neck while his thumb expertly finds your clit, rubbing over it in slow circles that has your head leaning back against the wall. “I buy you all those cute little sets and yet most of the time all I find is your bare drippy little cunt underneath all your pretty dresses and skirts—why is that hmmm?” He asks as he slips his index finger into your needy center making you arch into him, his hand on your hip keeps you still when you start to buck your hips as his thumb increases its pressure on your bundle of nerves.

“Because I—I want you to be able to-” a low moan cuts off the rest of your sentence as Harry adds his middle finger and starts to slowly slip his thick digits in and out of your wetness.

“Want me to be able to what sweetheart?” He asks as he presses his lips to the top of your shoulder, he feels your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders as he quickens the pace of his fingers.

“To touch me.” You answer with a soft moan as Harry adds a third finger letting you get hit with the welcomed stretch you always feel with the thickness of his fingers being tucked inside you making a gentle warmth spread through you.

“Hmmm I don’t know muffin I think you do it so I can do a little more than just touch you—we’ve been in this situation before haven’t we?” He teases as he keeps your hip pinned to the wall not allowing you to try and match the pace of his fingers that he has pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace that’s turning your dull need for him into a blazing hunger. “Tell me the truth.” His eyes find yours as he quickens his pace, curving his fingers in the way he knows will have you willing to do or say whatever he wants because a tiny part of you is worried if you don’t he’ll stop and put an end to how good it makes you feel.

“I want—want you to f—fuck me that’s why I do—do it.” Your words come out a muttered mess as Harry pulls you closer and closer to the edge of your release with each movement of his wrist that drags his fingers out of you and then pushes them back into your achy center.

“You always want me to fuck you while we are out like this—always need me to make you feel good even if it’s in some random bedroom at a party or in the bathroom of a club you’re always so needy for me aren’t you baby?” His words have memories of the two of you in very similar situations playing in your head and Harry can’t help but smile as he feels you start to clench around his thick fingers. “You like it when other people can hear how good I make you feel don’t you muffin?” You can only manage to nod as Harry’s hold on your hip loosens just enough that you can grind down onto his hand making you let out a loud moan that bounces off the cold walls letting the soft echo of your voice hit Harry’s ears.

Your head leans back against the wall and Harry can’t help but get lost in the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked center, so much so that he misses the very telling moan of his name that falls from your mouth that usually signals him you are only moments away from your undoing. But lucky for him Harry has gotten to know your body better than anyone and he can sense how close you are based on the way your walls start fluttering around his fingers and your hips keep jerking uncontrollably while your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders. Harry pumps his thick digits into your warm wet cunt, his eyes darken as he watches your face twist up in pleasure but then he has to fight off a smirk when your mouth forms a small pout when he doesn’t make any moves to continue the delicious pace he was thrusting his fingers in just a few moments ago.

“Tell me baby who is it that can get you this wet and messy with just a few fingers?” His voice holds that certain edge to it that has your insides trembling. “I know you’re close—I know all you need is for me to wiggle my fingers and you’ll be making such a mess it’ll be dripping down my wrist before you’re even done chanting my name.” His breath is hot on your neck as he whispers in your ear before sticking the tip of his tongue out and licking a delicate stripe down the side of your jaw making you let out a breathy moan. “So just be a good little muffin and tell me—who makes you such a pretty mess like this?” Harry can’t help himself but to press his lips into yours when you pucker them for a quick kiss as he drags his lips over the smooth skin of your jaw.

“You—you do.” Harry shakes his head and lets out a disapproving sound at your rushed answer.

“What’s my name baby?” He asks quietly as your knees threaten to give out as he gives his fingers a small wiggle while pushing them deeper into your center, the metal of his rings sending a pleasant shiver through you as they get tucked up against your entrance.

“H—Harry.” Your voice is shaky and Harry smiles to himself as one of your hands grabs at the back of his neck while you move your hips to create a delicious friction with his thumb that’s pressed against your clit.

“Little louder muffin—know you can do better than that.” He teases as he adds more pressure to your bundle of nerves sending a shock wave through you that has your eyes snapping closed and your hand tangling into Harry’s hair as the thin cord that was holding you together snaps.

“Harry—oh fuck Harry Harry—oh oh god.” Your loud cry of his name mixed with a few moans has a grin spreading across Harry’s face as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, his grip on your hip and your hand on his shoulder and in his hair the only things keeping you from crumbling to the floor as your orgasm plows into you like a freight train. “D—don’t stop Harry oh please—please don’t stop.” Your voice is pleading and desperate sounding as his lips place little kisses to the top of your shoulder as he fucks his fingers in and out of you trying to prolong your moment of pleasure for as long as he can. He lets out a throaty groan when your hand gives his hair a harsh tug before you rest your forehead on his shoulder, finally feeling the fog of your climax rising as you try to catch your breath while he slowly slides his fingers from your center. “W—want more Harry—please.” Harry has to close his eyes as your hand slides off his shoulder and starts to travel down his chest, he lets out a moan when your palm lays flat against his painfully hard cock that’s being held back by the black slacks of his suit.

“God I wanna fuck you so bad baby—stuff your greedy little hole full of my big cock—make you walk around all night with me dripping down your thighs.” You hear him let out a deep groan as your hands work open his belt and undo his zipper.

“Want that so bad Harry—please.” Normally you begging for Harry to fuck you would have him turning to putty in your hands and make him do anything you wanted but he has always had a rule about not doing certain things in public and giving you his cock is one of them.

“I want to baby trust me I want to so bad but—not here muffin—” he tells you with a kiss to your pouty lips. “I’ll let you ride me in the car on the way home since we have a driver for tonight—know you love to bounce on my cock.” He hears you let out a sad whine when he pulls away making him let out a little chuckle as he moves his hand from your hip so he can fix his pants, but just as he’s about to pull up the zipper you’re pulling him down by the back of his neck so your lips are near his ear.

“Please Harry—I’ll be so good and let the whole party know only you and your big fat cock get to fuck my pretty pussy—please let me have it.” Your filthy words have Harry pushing all his usual rules to the side as you pull away just enough to look him in his lust filled eyes just before he presses his lips against yours in a rough and hungry kiss. His hands are grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his chest, your hands grab hold of his pink dress shirt that perfectly matches your dress and you let out a small squeak that Harry just swallows down as he suddenly turns the two of you and starts to walk you backwards until your lower back meets something cold and metal.

“Turn around.” He demands softly as he pulls away from your heated kiss, you don’t hesitate to do what he says and you feel your heart start to beat harder when you realize he has you pressed against a half wall with a handrail, the wall separates the level of the stairwell the two of your are currently on from the set of stairs that will take you to the lower levels. “I never have been able to say no to you have I baby?” He says with a sigh as his hands make quick work of pushing the skirt of your dress up over your hips, you feel him press his lips to the back of your neck as you place your palms flat against the cold concrete wall. You feel a tingling of excitement and anticipation as the sound of Harry messing with his slacks hits your ears before his hand that isn’t holding your dress up gently pushes at your back encouraging you to bend over.

“Got me so obsessed with you and your perfect cunt that I’ll do anything you want.” You let out a gasp that turns into a soft moan as you feel Harry grab the soft flesh of your ass giving it a harsh squeeze, he lets out a deep groan as you feel him drag the leaky tip of his hard cock back and forth through your slick folds teasingly nudging at your entrance making you whine as you clench around nothing. “No whining muffin—you wanted this remember? You wanted my cock so bad so you’ll take whatever I give you.” You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as he gives you one harsh thrust pushing his thick cock deep into your needy cunt. “Shit baby I’m not even all the way in and I can feel you squeezing me already.” You let out a loud moan as his hand gives your ass a squeeze before grabbing your other hip, Harry groans as he looks down and watches the rest of his length disappear into your wetness pressing his hips up against your backside letting you only get a moment to adjust to the familiar fullness of him before he’s pulling his hips back just enough to slam back into you.

“Oh fuck.” You moan as you lean forward so Harry can hit deeper with each harsh thrust, before you can even think twice you press your cheek against the wall and let out a sigh at the sensation of the cold wall against your warm skin.

“Be good for me muffin and let this whole building know who fucks you so good—tell everyone whose big cock you love so much.” His voice is rough as his grip on your hips tighten and he pounds into your at a relentless pace making your chest bounce with each harsh thrust, the strap of your dress slips off your shoulder causing one of your breasts to fall out but you don’t have it in you to care, only being able to focus on Harry and how you can practically feel him everywhere and loving how overwhelming he is.

“Sh—shit oh god—Harry.” You cry out his name as his hand reaches around and cups your breast in his hand, your eyes squeeze closed as he rubs the pad of his thumb over your pebbled nipple before giving it a pinch with his thumb and index finger. “Harry—please please Harry—oh yes.” You don’t really know what you’re saying as he moves your hips to match his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin mixed with the squelching of your soaked cunt as Harry pumps his fat cock in and out of you is obscene and the thought of anyone hearing it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.

“So good baby doing so fucking good for me—love your pussy so much god it’s so perfect and takes my cock so well.” He pants as his pace gets sloppy, you lean your head back as he leans over so his lips can press against the top of your shoulder as he circles your nipple with his thumb. “Know you’re close baby—be my messy little muffin and soak my cock so I can give you what you really want.” His voice is low as he kisses his way up your neck, you let out a soft moan as the tip of his cock nudges the spot deep inside you that has you pushing your hips back into him and your eyes rolling back.

“Shit—Harry.” He can’t help but grin as you cry out his name as your walls start to flutter and clench around him, he moves his hand to your lower tummy helping you keep upright as you get hit with your release.

“Fuck baby—shit I’m so close.” Your mind is foggy as Harry keeps up his brutal pace while he lets go of your dress so he can reach out and interlock his fingers with one of your hands that’s against the wall. “Tell me how bad you want it muffin—let me hear how much you want me to fill your needy cunt up.” His breath is warm on your skin as he presses his hips firmly against your ass letting feel him throbbing deep inside you.

“Want it so bad—need it Harry please please let me have it I want it so—so bad please.” You beg as his lips press against your neck, you moan his name when you feel his teeth lightly nip at your ear.

“Okay baby—I’ll give it to you.” His voice is soothing as if he wasn’t the one that asked you to beg for him and it hold a gentleness to it, not at all matching the situation the two of you are in and in a tender moment you feel his hand give yours a squeeze before he moans your name over and over in your ear as he start to pump you full of his release. You let out a soft moan as you feel the addictive warmth that spreads throughout your whole body as he slowly rolls his hips into you dragging out the bliss of your climax until your muddled thoughts start to uncloud themselves.

“Oh wow.” You breath out with a laugh making Harry smile as he lets go of your hand so he can grab your hips and slowly start to pull out of you, he fixes his pants before kneeling down just enough so he can see the mixture of your releases slowly leaking out of your glistening hole. “Don’t be a perv Harry.” He lets out a laugh as he reaches a hand out and swipes the tip of his index finger through your folds so he can gather some of the mixture up so he can get a little taste, not being able to control himself when it comes to getting to sample the delicious way the two of your releases taste when mixed together.

“It’s not pervy if it’s my girlfriend’s cunt I’m staring at.”

“Okay well you have your girlfriend’s cunt on display so can you maybe-” your words get cut off by Harry’s hands pulling your dress back down over your ass while you adjust the top of it making sure your straps are secure on tops of your shoulders.

“I love you baby—so so so much.” He mumbles as he turns you around so he can cup the sides of your face. “Sorry I got a little jealous—I think I got it all out of my system now.” You roll your eyes as he leans down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too Harry.” You tell him as he pulls away with a smile on his face. “I kinda like it when you get jealous—even if it is silly because you know Zayn is-”

“Baby please don’t say another man’s name while my cum is literally dripping down your legs.” You let out a scoff and swat at his chest making him laugh as he drops his hands to your waist.

“You are so annoying.”

“I know—now come on let’s get back to this lame party.”

“You think anyone heard us?” Harry rubs his lips together to hold back a smirk as he grabs your hand and walks towards the door that leads back to the party.

“No I’m sure no one heard us—or at least not enough to actually know what was really going on.” You roll your eyes as he opens the door for you.

“Just for that I’m going to have a shot at the bar with Zayn and Niall while you go wash your hands.” Harry pokes his bottom lip out into a pout as the two of you walk down the dark hallway and back towards the party.

“So bossy.” He huffs as he leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I like it.” You giggle as he gives your hip a pinch before letting go of your hand so he can search for the nearest restroom to wash up. “Behave yourself while I’m gone baby.” He says with a wink making you just wave him off with a roll of your eyes.

“Yeah yeah whatever go away.” You mumble slipping back into the lighthearted and teasing way the two of you talk to one another as he heads off in the opposite direction of you.

“I don’t know love I think it has to be the red one.” You quirk a brow at Harry as he gets situated between your legs in the oversized bathtub that he pouted and all but begged to join you in after getting home from Zayn’s Valentine’s Day party. “He’s way better than the blue one and—well he just looks the coolest.” He adds as you wrap your arms around his shoulders making the warm bubble filled water slosh around the edge of the tub.

“You are so wrong—the white power ranger is the coolest one but the black one is the one who looks the best.” You argue making him roll his eyes as he leans his head back so it’s resting on his shoulder while you run your fingers up and down his chest.

“How are you even saying that when yellow is your favorite?”

“Because I know yellow is a badass but I also know that when it comes to looks no one is beating black.” This makes Harry laugh as his hands soothing run up and down the sides of your thighs.

“I hope these are the types of things we argue about when we’re old and gray.” Harry’s voice is smooth and gives you a feeling of comfort as his words wrap around you like a warm hug.

“You think you’ll still want to be with me when we’re all old and wrinkly?” Your question has Harry sitting up so he can turn around and press his back against the other side of the tub, his hands immediately reaching out for you so he can pull you into his lap making you giggle as the water splashes over the edge of the tub just a bit with the movement.

“There’s never going to be a time when I won’t want to be with you—I’m afraid you’re truly stuck with me until I die.” He tells you softly as his hands rest on your hips. “I love you too much to ever want to live without you.” He adds as he leans in and presses his lips to your forehead.

“I love you too but—wait did you say until you die? As in you plan on dying first?” Harry just shrugs as your hands rest on his chest.

“Well yeah? There’s no way in hell I’m living in a world where you’re not alive so I have to go first.”

“Harry that’s so—oddly romantic but also very narcissistic.” He gives you a dimpled grin and he leans down so his lips are just a breath away from yours.

“I know—that’s kinda my whole thing though isn’t it? Romantically narcissistic.” You don’t even get to finish rolling your eyes before he’s pressing a kiss to your lips that has you smiling against him before pulling away.

“You really are so annoying.”

You’d been official with him for a few months now and seeing him for nearly 6. Harry was by far the best boyfriend you’d ever had. It surprised you too. When you first slept with him you didn’t think that it would really work in the long run. Not that you didn’t think he was great, but he was very inexperienced and most men weren’t able to deal with your job. Being a stripper meant the pool of men who would consider getting serious with you was limited. And a man who’d never even had sex before? You didn’t think Harry was in that pool. But he was.

He kept coming around and you kept daydreaming about him. Because even though he was a virgin when you first slept with him, he was really really good and he was very sweet. Not the overbearing annoying kind of sweet that you hated. The right in the middle, thoughtful and practical kind of sweet.

And he was a great listener too. Harry loved being taught new things and you didn’t mind teaching him. Because he was a fast learner and he remembered all of your little pointers to the T. He even did his own research apart from you. Harry’s curious, scientist’s mind was always digging into information and learning as much as he could about any subject he found interesting. And he found sex interesting. Obviously. So he learned things you hadn’t even considered teaching him. And he used his new knowledge on you with excitement.

But apart from the sex, Harry was just an overall great guy. He wasn’t a big talker but if he knew about anything being discussed he would give his input and it always amazed you at how smart he was. When you’d have him around your friends he wasn’t shy per se, more so just reserved. He liked to hear what others said and take note. Your friends got used to him. They wound up really liking him. He wasn’t annoying and he didn’t act like a know-it-all. He fit in pretty well.

And Harry had a handful of friends too. He knew them all from the University. They were nice and smart and you liked them all. But Harry was special. You appreciated him so much. You loved that he had his own thing going on and that he wasn’t obsessed with what you were doing when you were working (he knew what you were doing but he didn’t dwell on it).

The last guy you dated was always waiting for you after your shift and making sure you weren’t doing anything he didn’t like. He didn’t trust you. And you always thought you’d have to prove to whomever you dated that you could be trusted. But you never had to do that with Harry. He trusted you. Completely. But he was quite jealous. Territorial. Which was why he always declined in coming to see you at the club. Because he knew you were his and he trusted you, but he didn’t like it when others looked at you or made comments about you. He might have been reserved but he didn’t have any issues being upfront and confrontational when needed.

And you knew this because it happened occasionally. Even when it might not have been a big deal, Harry didn’t like anyone looking at you or trying anything funny. Like when you and Harry went to the North Avenue beach on a warm sunny Saturday. You were in your bikini and laying on a towel while Harry was reading next to you in his swim shorts and a t-shirt.

A guy a few feet away kept looking at you but you didn’t notice because you were napping and had your eyes closed. But then you heard Harry’s voice.

“That’s enough, mate.”

You lifted your head to look up at Harry and saw him looking over you at someone else. You turned and cupped your eyes from the sun to look at the other person and it was a man not far away. He looked from Harry to you and shrugged and then back toward to lake without responding.

And to be honest. You quite liked how Harry was a bit territorial. He was also a little bit intimidating with his height and build so most of the time he was met with little resistance or pushback from anyone he told off.

So when you spotted him on Friday night at Star Room you were surprised. You didn’t know he was planning to visit. You weren’t on stage when you spotted him, luckily, or it might have fucked up your whole routine.

“Sadie, I’ll be right back! My boyfriend’s out there!” You said as you ran out of the dressing room.

Harry spotted you coming from the doorway that led to the fitting rooms behind the stage and he sat up straight smiling at you.

“Baby! What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d just come to check it out. Got my work done and I missed you.”

You usually slept over at his or him at yours but for the past couple of nights, it just didn’t work out. You took a shift on Thursday night and on Wednesday Harry was gone all day at the lab and didn’t come back til late. Your schedules clashed a bit for the last few days so it was nice to see his handsome face.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek, “I can’t stay here long because I’m going up soon but thank you for coming! Will you stay til I’m off?”

Harry nodded and kissed you in return, “Sure.”

Your routine was sexy. You killed it as usual. And with Harry in the crowd, you really put on a show for him. It was also Friday night and there was a bachelor party in attendance. They were all in the front row and being quite obnoxious but you kept your eyes on Harry.

When your little dress came off and your tits were on show for everyone you watched him tense up as he looked at the men in front of you who were shouting and leaning on the stage throwing cash at your feet.

You still had a job to do so you danced for the ones who gave you the most and squatted in front of them. You pressed your heel into the short guy's cheek as he started to climb up onto the stage when he asked you to marry him. You shook your head and laughed. It was actually a pretty normal Friday night. But you didn’t want them climbing onto the stage. Security usually took care of that for you but as part of your fun show, you gently pushed him away, which the short guy absolutely loved as he threw another wad of cash down for you.

You stood up and moved your hips and walked to the other side of the stage and shook your ass, bending down in front of the men. More cash. More whistles.

When you’d made your rounds and hit all the sides of the stage you noticed Harry wasn’t sitting anymore. He was standing up straight and watching the short guy from earlier. You continued moving your hips and smiling as you looked toward the short guy and realized he was leaning on the stage again. He was saying something you couldn’t hear from where you were but it looked like Harry could hear it and he wasn’t very happy about it.

You looked over at security and they were nearby making sure no one was doing anything they shouldn’t. The short guy wasn’t being that crazy but leaning on the stage was where they usually drew the line. Any more and he’d be escorted out.

The moment your bit was over you scooped up your cash, crawling around on the floor and making a show of it (as usual) when the short guy waved at you and motioned for you to come near.

You looked over at Harry and he was looking at the man with narrowed eyes. You faced the short guy and nodded, “What is it, honey?”

“I’m getting married tomorrow but I think I’m in love with you!” He was laughing with a big smile as he spoke it. You knew it was all in fun. The guy was a bit tipsy and he was obnoxious but he wasn’t doing anything that bad. You’d seen worse.

“I’m sure your fiancé would love to hear that!” You spoke as you stood up with all the cash in hand. But when you stood up you realized Harry was making his way to the front. Toward the short guy.

You quickly left the stage and ran to the dressing room to put your cash away and slip a robe on so you could intervene if needed. Harry was about to tell that guy to buzz off and you didn’t need any altercations.

Harry had never gotten into a fight over you but he didn’t back down either.

By the time you were on the floor and making your way to Harry you realized the two were in a heated discussion and Harry was towering over the guy and calmly telling him to fuck off. But of course, the short guy was drinking and his temperament wasn’t as calm as Harry’s.

You heard bits and pieces of their argument as you got closer, “Dude… your girlfriend is a stripper what do you expect?”

Harry responded but his voice was lower and you couldn’t hear him.

“Man, I’m just having fun here! She had her tits out and she was flirting with me…” you heard him say but the music came on for the next dancer and you couldn’t hear the rest.

You grasped Harry’s arm and looked up at him, “Harry!”

Harry looked down at you and his face softened when he saw you, “I’m sorry. He’s being disrespectful.”

You looked toward the short man, who was only a couple of inches taller than you and the gross smile on his face had your skin crawling. He said something but you couldn’t hear his words over the loud song playing on the speakers.

He reached out to touch your arm but Harry pulled you behind him and pushed the guy away, “Back the fuck off.”

With that Harry turned and moved you away and through the crowd that had gathered toward where the entry to the dressing rooms were.

“Harry, you have to remember this is what happens here. The men tend to be disrespectful. I just ignore them once my routine is over,” you grabbed his collar and made him bend down so you could speak into his ear.

Harry put his arms around you and pulled you into his chest and responded, “I know. But he said he was gonna have you do a private lap dance for him and I don’t like him. I don’t want him touching you.”

You chuckled and smiled, “Harry, it’s part of the job. And I wouldn’t have done a lap dance for him because he’s been a bit too rowdy. I get to choose whom I do a lap dance for. Plus it’s almost closing time. No private dances are allowed now anyway.”

Reluctantly, Harry let you go when you told him you needed to clean up and change. He said he’d be waiting for you where he was sitting originally.

You wiped your makeup off and pulled your hair into a ponytail when Tonya sat down next to you to remove her own makeup, “Is that tall man with glasses out there yours?” You heard her ask you as she continued wiping at her makeup, never looking at you through the mirror.

You smiled and nodded, “Yes. He’s my boyfriend.”

She hummed and this time she made eye contact with you in the mirror, “He’s almost prettier than you. Better keep an eye on him, though. Candy was over there with him just now.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Typical, Candy.”

When you said your goodbyes to the girls you slung your gym bag over your shoulder and walked out into the main room. Sure enough, Candy was still with Harry. She hadn’t changed out of her outfit and she was laughing about something. Which had you rolling your eyes. The girl was ruthless.

“Hi babe,” you spoke as you leaned down to kiss Harry’s cheek.

He quickly stood up and took your hand in his as he turned to Candy, “Told you.”

Candy just winked at you and then looked back to Harry, “Baby, of course, you’re taken. You’re too fucking fine to be single. Take care of this one, Y/n., Jesus he’s gorgeous,” she said as she eyed Harry once more before turning and walking to the dressing rooms.

“I’m sorry. She just started hitting on me. I told her you were my girlfriend over and over,”

You reached up to pull him down and kissed his mouth. He was overthinking again.

You pulled away from the kiss with a smile as you pulled Harry with you toward the exit, “I know, Harry. Don’t worry. Candy’s like that with any attractive man.”

You and Harry were in separate cars and the lot was full when Harry arrived so he was parked a bit away from where you were.

He walked you to your car and then you saw the short guy with a few of his friends. They appeared to be waiting for a taxi. Which might have been the smartest move the short guy had made all night.

He waved at you and then flipped Harry off, all in jest, of course, that much you could tell. But Harry didn’t get that memo.

“Hey!” He shouted as he turned toward the man. He began to walk in the direction of the rowdy group, for what purpose you couldn’t be sure. But you’d never seen him get so riled up before.

“Harry! Stop!” You shouted and jogged toward him, grabbing his arm, “Leave it. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you. He knows we’re together. Don’t play into it.”

Harry looked down at you and clenched his jaw before looking back toward the man, “She’s coming home with me. Get lost!”

You chuckled and pulled at Harry’s arm, “Let’s go home.”

When you both arrived in your separate cars and got into the elevator you realized Harry was still fuming from the guy. You put your hand inside his and looked up at him, “Hey… it’s fine, Harry. You trust me, don’t you?”

Harry’s eyes widened and his features relaxed, “Oh my god. Yes! It’s not you that makes me upset. I just think people should respect boundaries and he was rude and I didn’t like that.”

When the elevator stopped at your floor you both got off and Harry kept your hand in his, “Come to mine,” he said.

You smiled, “Sure.”

The moment you got into his condo Harry locked the door and put his arms around you and tucked his face into your neck, “Go get on the bed.”

You gulped in surprise a little at his demand. He normally asked or suggested. Sometimes he could be a bit dominant but it usually was during the act when he’d already lost himself in lust a bit.

You bit your lip and nodded as you made your way to his room and climbed onto his bed.

Harry joined you in his room a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water which he placed on the bedside table.

He looked at you, his face set stoically as he pulled his shirt off over his head. He crawled onto the bed and his strong chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. He took your wrists in his hands and pinned you down and began kissing your neck and then up to your jaw, sucking small bruises onto your skin, “You’re mine. Everyone should know this…” he mumbled into your neck.

You gasped at his primal act and felt your body flush with desire. Harry sat up and looked down at the bruises he’d left and smiled, releasing your wrists and then he pulled at you so you were sitting up. He removed your shirt and then unclipped your bra, quickly pulling the material from your breasts before nudging you back down. His mouth covered your nipples and licked at your soft skin before he began sucking more bruises onto the flesh of your tits.

“Harry!” you panted at the feel of him sucking on your skin. It hurt a little but you wouldn’t stop him. You’d never seen him so jealous or territorial or whatever this was. Moving his mouth to your other nipple he looked up at you and sucked hard again, more bruises on your flesh and you keened already feeling your panties getting messy.

Harry knelt above you and kneaded at your tits, observing the work of his hands on your plush skin.

“Harry…” you put your hand up to his chest and felt his warm skin under your palm. He looked up at you and gently put your hand into his and began kissing the underside of your wrist, “I just want everyone to know you’re not up for grabs. You’re only mine.”

He let go of your wrist and lowered himself until his lips were kissing at your ribs and lowering until he got to your belly button. He put his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down fast, the material flying across the room.

He looked down between your legs, pushed your thighs apart, kissed over the fabric of your panties, and made a sound that was awfully similar to a growl. He nosed at your crotch and squeezed at your thighs and then your hips before pushing himself up again to pull your panties off.

He added more bruises to the insides of your thighs and you brushed his hair from his forehead as you watched him in awe. He licked and sucked the soft meat until he finally put you out of your misery and covered your pussy with his big mouth.

Harry’s skill in cunnilingus had only improved. And you learned he loved being praised when he did well. And as a perfectionist who loved being the best at what he did, well… one can just imagine.

You were grasping the sheets and panting when your quaking thighs began to pull closed around Harry’s head. You hadn’t even realized you’d done it until you felt him smack your thigh and he sat back onto his bent legs.

You dropped your mouth open in shock. He’d never smacked your thigh before. He’d tested the waters a few times with a bit of a swat to your bottom, but a full-on palm smack? And he did it in response to you closing your thighs around him. You knew him to be a little dominant but this was new territory.

Harry kept his eyes on yours as he pulled his pants down his legs, “Wish that asshole could hear the way I make you moan when I fuck you,” he spoke as he squared his hips into yours, your legs wrapping around his low back as he settled over you.

“Well if he’s a neighbor then he probably has,” you teased in a giggle. You could be a little loud at times. Not every time you had sex, just when he went especially hard and you had a feeling he was about to rail you.

Harry smirked and then grabbed your left thigh, pulling it down from his back and urging it up toward your chest, then repeated with your other til your knees were being pushed into your body, held in place by his left hand. He sat up as he swiped a finger up your slit before he grasped his cock with his free hand and pressed it through your crease, bumping at your clit and then lowering to just push the tip past your entrance, “You get so wet for me…” another smack to your thigh and you gasped in shock again.

“I think you like that don’t you?” He swatted closer to your bottom as he gripped your shins with his hand to keep you in place.

“Oh my god, Harry! Yes!”

His smirk turned into a genuine smile when he scooted in closer to you, “Good. Because I do too,” he popped your other thigh and then pressed his thick cock into your pussy making you cry out.

Harry keened at the feel of you around him but he gave little pause before he began to sink into you until he was coated by your warm, wet walls.

When his hips began to buck into you he looked down to where his cock was disappearing into your body. Your body lurched under his pounding, his hips smacking into you as he fucked you into the mattress.

Tears began to leak from your eyes as you panted under the pressure, “F-fuck!” was all you seemed to be able to squeak out.

Harry let go of the front of your shins and your feet hit the mattress as he pulled out and leaned over you, pressing his mouth over yours and licking at your lips, “Roll over to your tummy,” he instructed with a murmur against your lips.

Once you were tummy down Harry swatted your bum again, this time feeling the satisfaction of your soft bottom under his palm. He grasped your hips and pulled your ass upward and smacked at your other cheek, causing a yelp to fall from your mouth, “Fuck look at you…” Harry groaned.

With his hands squeezing at your bottom you suddenly felt his tongue on your asshole and that had you losing all composure. Harry kissed over your bottom and sucked at your skin and then sat back with another groan, “I have to get a condom. Fuck I want to come inside your little cunt so bad. Knock you up and show everyone they don’t get to even look at you…”

Your heart was racing in your chest at his words but he did get up to get a condom. Even if it was reluctantly. You’d both discussed having you go on the pill but you’d had so many bad experiences using birth control that you’d given up and Harry seemed happy to continue using condoms. But this was the first time he’d ever said something to the contrary. It was also the first time he’d ever said that.

You pushed yourself up to see him and when he returned to the bed he gave you a pointed look, which had you stuffing your face back into the comforter and arching your back with your ass in the air.

Harry kneed up behind you and put his palms over your cheeks again, spreading them apart before you felt his cock nudging into you, slowly splitting you apart, “So fucking good…” Harry panted.

Soon the bed was creaking and your lungs were getting a good workout as he fucked himself into you at a rough and desperate pace.

You couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t a pinch or the slightest sting of pain from how he worked himself into and dipped deep into your tummy. But it was yummy and every time his hand landed on your thigh or your bottom you jumped and then moaned with a shattered breath.

“Fuck…” Harry sputtered out when his motions slowed but he began grinding into you so deep, barely pulling himself out anymore. He leaned over your back and his lips met the curve of your neck after he took your hair into his fingers and lifted your head upward for his access.

“Harry, please! Oh mmmmmmhh!!”

“And the way you say my name when my dick is deep inside of you…” he rasped into your ear.

Harry rolled his hips languidly, his cock stuffed into the hilt.  Your thighs were quivering once again, you were so close to falling apart. You moved your hand between your legs and began to rub your fingers on your clit and you whimpered at the feeling of your button being rubbed while Harry was deeply fucking you and filling your insides with his length.

Your jaw dropped open as you pleaded for him with your body, pushing back onto him as you choked out sobs of ecstasy.

Harry kept his mouth at your neck and his hand in your hair as he leaned over you, his cock submerged deep, “I know you like this… like my cock don’t you?”

You nodded your head and mumbled a yes as you gasped, your orgasm making your body vibrate as you dissolved in pleasure.

Harry was right behind you. His own voice came out a bit louder than normal as he felt you spasm around him, hot come filling his condom as he pushed into you impossibly deep until you both collapsed on the bed together Harry rolled you both to your sides so he didn’t crush you.

You closed your eyes and sighed and Harry squeezed you close and pressed his nose into the side of your neck

“Mmmm… so good,” you heard Harry whisper, his lips brushing against your neck.

You nodded your head and smiled, “So good.”

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University of Denver

2:30 PM

You dropped your bag down on the ground by the table, in which all of your friends were sitting, before plopping down into a seat. Your body slumped down in pure exhaustion.

“These exams are going to be the death of me.” You exasperated to Anna, your best friend and roommate.

“Just hang in there,” she placed her hand on your shoulder before throwing a fry in your direction to get you to wake up. “Do you want to go to the hockey game tonight?”

You felt your stomach twist into a knot at the mention of hockey. Going to the hockey game meant seeing him. It was an important game though. The entire University was most likely going.

Him meaning Harry Styles, the star athlete and captain of the University hockey team, the Pioneers. Also him meaning, you’re ex-boyfriend of one year. You split up three months ago, not from loss of love but lack of time for one another. You both tried to make it work, it just didn’t.

You knew it was for the best, but you couldn’t help and wonder if he missed you just as much as you missed him.

Anna could sense your apprehension and placed her hand on your shoulder, “Hey don’t feel pressured. I know you don’t want to see him. Just thought it would be fun to go out during this week of hell.”

You nodded your head in agreement and smiled softly. “Yeah, we can still go. It’s not like I have to speak to him anyways.”

9:30 pm 

After a few shots later -- strictly taken to calm your nerves of going to the game, you were seated in the first few rows in the center area of the ice. It was nearing the end of 3rd period and the Pioneers were up by two goals. 

The whole game you were on edge due to the sight of Harry. It calmed you that the entire arena was completely filled so he wouldn’t notice you anyways. That and the fact he was playing a full blown hockey game. His mind was only focused on the ice.

You haven’t seen him since you split up. Which explains the slight nerves you feel in your stomach.

He was playing extremely well tonight. A total show off.

“Hey Y/N, do you want to go get a pretzel with me?” Your childhood friend, Jack, whispered towards you with a smile on his face. 

You looked toward the concession stand and saw that it was barely crowded. You nodded with a smile and told Anna you would be right back.

Sliding out of the row and into the aisle, you felt Jack sling his arm over your shoulder as you walked down the steps together. “Hockey players are like goldfish. Tap on the glass and you get their attention.” He joked into your ear.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter at how bad the joke was. You appreciated it though. You knew that he was just trying to ease your nerves.

That was until, you heard a loud commotion on the glass right near you.

The commotion being Harry slamming his fists on the glass like a total caveman that it was rattling so hard. It was hard to hear over the loud noise of the arena but you caught the harsh words leave his lips, “Get your fucking hands off of her.” Before skating off back to the bench. 

He was red in the face. Seething at the sight of another man’s arms around you. He knew it was your childhood friend, but he couldn’t help but feel sick at the sight of it.

Jack immediately dropped his arm from your shoulder with astonishment. You looked like you were a deer caught in headlights.

“What the fuck was that?” You started to get mad. Mad at the fact he had the audacity to do that. Mad at the fact he thought he had a right to do that. Mad at the fact that you still felt your heart yearn for him.

“If looks could kill, I would be a dead man.” Jack stated while scratching the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your head very slowly before asking him if he could take Anna home for you later. You just wanted to go home. The game was almost over anyways.

Jack gave you a hug (risky) and told you to drive safely and that he will bring Anna home later.

10:30 PM

After repeatedly telling Anna you would be okay on your own, she was out the door on the way to the after-party. The Pioneers won 3-1 tonight and the university was buzzing with joy.

You on the other hand, felt sick to your stomach. Full of questions of why on Earth would Harry do that. In the middle of his game too.

So here you were, laying in your bed with reruns of Friends playing as background noise. You couldn’t focus on the TV.

There was a knock on your bedroom door. “Anna, I thought you left. I told you I’m not in the mood tonight.”

Except, it wasn’t Anna. It was Harry. 

A million thoughts were running through your head. You sat up on your bed and opened your mouth to say something.

“Don’t. Just let me speak.” Harry pleaded. His strong build pushed through into your bedroom before closing the door behind him. His hair was still wet and he was wearing black sweats and a sweatshirt. “Please.” he added softly before approaching the foot of your bed.

You sat in silence, just staring at him. You felt frozen. You haven’t seen him up this close in three months. His hair was all over the place, as if he’s been running his hands constantly through it. His eyes were a soft green. You always loved his eyes.

“Y/N, fuck...please” He couldn’t get his words out. He sat down on the side of your bed, his face in his hands and rubbed his face.

“Harry, you can’t do this to me.” Your mind was fuzzy but you were mad. Who does he think he is? “We aren’t together. You cant go slamming on glass because someone puts their arm around me.” Your voice started getting louder. Stronger.

He stood up abruptly. “Fuck, you don’t think I know that?” He started pacing your room. “I just-” he stopped short. “I just can’t think straight around you.”

He dropped his hands at his sides. “I came here to apologize for what I did but I’m not sorry. I don’t want his hands on you. I don’t want anybody’s hands on you.” He sat down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees.

“That’s not a decision you can make for me Harry,” you went to stand up but he pulled you back down onto the bed.

“Are you even listening to me? Don’t you understand?” His words were sounding feverish, he was desperate. “The break up was a mistake, Y/N” His eyes started watering, as did yours.

“These three months,” he paused and looked into your eyes. “Have been absolutely brutal. I need you. I need you back.”

The tears started to spill out of your eyes. “Harry, I-”

He cut you off. “No, Y/N. I know you miss this. Miss us.” His hands started drawing little circles on your bare legs. “I feel like I can finally breathe now just by seeing you.”

Your heart yearned. You pulled his head into your lap and played with his hair. His face was covered with dried tears. You felt like you needed to comfort him. You still do love him.

“H, I just don’t think these three months can be forgotten.” You voice quivered. It felt hard to speak. 

“I will do anything, please.” He started. “You belong to me, you’re made for me.” He started to place slow kisses to your bare legs. It only made your heart beat faster.

“H, sit up.” He lifted his head and you could just see the pain etched all over his face. You felt for him. He started crying uncontrollably. It hurt to see. He had just won a major game tonight and should be celebrating. Instead, he’s here sobbing over missing you.

You placed yourself on his lap to give him a hug and squeezed him really tight. You felt his tears drop onto your neck but you didn’t mind.

“Baby, stop crying please.” You begged. You lifted his head with your hands to bring his face in front of yours. His eyes were red and lips were all puffy.

You brought your nose to his before whispering, “It will all be okay.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

You brought your lips to his and everything felt right again. It felt like home. You missed this.

His hands squeezed your sides before pulling away, “Please be mine again.”

“Yeah, some of the guys in my department got me gifts.” You held up a tray of chocolates for Harry, but after he just stared at you in disbelief you took one yourself, popped it in your mouth, and stuffed the container back in the bag. “I didn’t even know people got gifts, so I felt kind of bad. I just had a bunch of things on my desk throughout the day, but next year I will make sure to get them gifts - Oh! This one smells like the beach.” 

Harry snatched the lotion you were smelling out of your hand and glared at you. 

“You absolutely will not. You’re not buying gifts for some random guys. Not happening.” 

“Harry,” you scoffed, failing to grab the bottle back from his hold as he held it higher. “They’re my co-workers, and it’d be rude.” 

“Yeah, well, bake them something because you’re not buying them a gift.” 

“You’re being ridiculous.” You stood up, trying to grab as many things in your arms as you could. “And it’s not like they were all from guys.”

“Which ones?” Harry stood in your way to the bedroom, his arms crossed heavily across his chest, and the lotion still gripped tightly in his hand. 

“What?” 

He eyed your full arms in irritation. 

“Which ones are from the guys?” 

“You’re being insane,” you muttered, trying to duck around him, but he placed two strong hands around your shoulders and manouvered you until you stood still before him. 

His eyebrows were level as he leaned down to bite out the next phrase tersely. “Which ones?” 

You huffed, letting your eyes roll back in irritation and you watched as the Adam's apple in his throat bobbed heavily. 

When you didn’t answer, he leaned back, his jaw arching upwards ever so slightly, and his chest broadening with the challenge. 

You were used to his weird power games - you liked them even. You loved watching his irritation grow, his jealousy turn him irrational and agitated. Sure you’d huff and puff and go on all day about how silly he was being, but you’d never let him know how giddy it made you seeing him go mad because of you. Because of just how much he needed you. 

“Don’t be a prat and let - Oi!” 

Without hesitation, he grabbed the gifts out of your hand, blocked you out with his hip and a free elbow, and snatched up the remaining presents scattering the floor. You unsuccessfully tried to recapture them as you pestered him to the kitchen, but he was big, and tall, and highly motivated - it was a useless battle. 

He dropped them all on the kitchen table, and grabbed you fiercely by the wrist when you darted your hand out to grab them. 

“Not a chance,” he muttered, pulling your back into his chest and snatching up your other arm until he held them immobilized, crisscrossed across your body. Despite your protests, which he suddenly seemed to find very amusing, he took you with him back to cupboards, you listened as he shuffled around, pulled at something, and then looked at him in dismay as he flipped open the trash bin. 

“Harry, this is childish.” 

He just raised his eyebrows, unbothered by the accusation. 

“You can put the gifts from the boys in here, or I will just throw them all away.” 

“You realise this is absurd, right? You’re my boyfriend, Harry. I love you. These are just some silly little things people bought me -”

“I will buy you new stuff. The good stuff. The expensive stuff.” You still didn’t make a move towards the gifts and he doubled down, a harder quality growing in his voice. “You’re not wearing lotions some office lad in puppy love bought for you in hopes of getting off on a whiff of you in it.” 

You rolled your eyes and watched his jaw tense. 

“Big strong man can’t take his woman -”

“Three.” 

“- getting a measly little gift from a random bloke at her office. No. He needs her to-”

“Two.” 

“-stroke his cock for him. Tell him all she needs is his bulging, throbbing -” 

“One.” 

Harry growled and you squealed in a lunge for the chocolates, and lotions, and candles. You threw them in the bin in a heartbeat and felt your pulse in your ears at his glower. He snapped the lid shut and kicked it back into the corner of the kitchen.

His steps back over to you were purposeful, and heavy, and menacing. He forced you to backtrack, stumbling backwards until your lower back bumped into the counter behind you. 

“You aren’t really mad? Are you?” you stuttered, suddenly wondering if you had underestimated just how much tugged at Harry’s emotions. 

He leaned down, his hands falling on either side of you and locking you between them. 

“Furious,” he muttered, his lips sinking down to meet yours in a kiss that was equally unexpected and eager. 

You gasped into his mouth, but your hand found his chest quickly, your fingers sneaking under his top and tracing the familiar hardness of his stomach and chest. His fingers found you, too. One hand whispered up your back until he snaked around your shoulder and wrapped snugly around your neck. His thumb poked under your chin, forcing your head up closer. His other hand palmed your arse, his fingertips dimpling your skin and pushing your hips flush against his. 

“I want to hear that all again - about all you need.”

You moaned, pressing even closer in to him. 

“All I need is -”

“No,” he ordered, his thumb slipping past your lips and his other hand pressing you away from him with a grip on your hip. “Not here. I want you to mean it.”

You quirked your head at him. You had no problem bending over for Harry here on the counter, or over the kitchen table, or hell anywhere. 

“What do you mean - fuck!” 

Harry had you over his shoulder in a second, and his hand snapped down on your ass in the next. 

“You think you’re the only one that likes to unwrap presents around here?” He punctuated every few words with a slap that left your ass stinging.

She has been losing it.

Harry has been the only thing on y/n's mind and this would be fine if she didn't see him three times a week. It's been a month since she started going to the gym. Last week, Harry had the fantastic idea to amp up her one session a week to three. So now, she is having a difficult time getting over this crush she has developed.

It's after her session with Harry when she sees an ex hookup. He wasn't bad in bed but he wasn't great either. What really really caught her eye was the fact that if she squinted, he somewhat resembled Harry. That's the only reason she pursued him tonight.

Zach, the ex-fling, caught on quickly that y/n wanted a quick fuck and he was ready to be the one to give it to her.

That is what lead them to her car, naked, her on top of him.

All y/n can hear is her ass hitting his thighs, his moans and dirty words, and her theatrical moans. He was rubbing her clit and she was very close to cumming. His dick is twitching inside her, so she knows he is close.

Zach takes his his fingers off of her clit and moves his hands towards her hips to make her move faster. That's when she sees him.

Harry is walking out of the gym. The worst (or best) part of this, is that his car is only one spot away from where y/n's car is.

The closer he gets, the louder she moans, and the quicker she moves.

The closer he gets, the more he wonders about who's in the steamy car, the more audible to moans get, and the more he can see. Once he gets a clear view of who is in the car, the harder his cock gets and the quicker jealousy fills him. Jealous over the fact that the guy she's riding, isn't him.

He stands there for a moment and that's when she catches his eye. She smirked at him. He would swear this moment happened when he's on his death bed. Y/n, his client, was fucking another man but was definitely thinking of Harry.

That was enough to fill any man with low self esteem's ego up to being a narcissist. But this was Harry, he felt more powerful than God in that moment.

He was about to open his car door, but then he heard it. The one thing that will be on replay in his mind for months to come.

"Har-Zach! I'm going to cum!" She screamed that out.

That sounded like a choir singing to his ears.

Harry was losing it.

He got into his car and was prepared to make the quick drive home to jerk his dick to her loud moans, until he heard his phone go off.

An email from Emmy's school, notifying parents about parent teacher night.

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Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.”  Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!” 

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms. 

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

~

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house. 

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers. 

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.” 

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him. 

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one. 

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward. 

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister. 

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.”  Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting. 

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor. 

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.” 

~

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all. 

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon. 

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual. 

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him? 

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you. 

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game. 

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down. 

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her. 

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen. 

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!”  Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs. 

~ 

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry. 

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.” 

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink. 

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house. 

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath. 

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.) 

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs. 

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her? 

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was  quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door. 

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He  nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach. 

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his- 

 “What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister. 

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other. 

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives. 

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school. 

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb. 

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him. 

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his. 

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again. 

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off. 

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass. 

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers. 

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation. 

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence. 

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants. 

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.  

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance. 

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest. 

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face. 

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.” 

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best. 

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre. 

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath. 

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again. 

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach. 

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move. 

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him. 

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her. 

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her. 

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her. 

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her. 

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass. 

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out. 

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft. 

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.” 

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock. 

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

~

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.” 

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling. 

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home. 

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him. 

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall. 

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed. 

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway. 

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen. 

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother. 

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?” 

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table. 

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one. 

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?” 

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs. 

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder. 

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer. 

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.” 

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up. 

“I love you too.”

~

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday. 

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it. 

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead. 

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms. 

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa.