#mcc!harry

He hadn’t told you he’d planned anything but by the way he woke you up with his tongue at your clit you suspected this was part of your gift.

You had your fingers in his hair and his fingers were on the inside of your thighs as he held you down.

“Harry!” You lifted your head to see him with his eyes closed and his hair a mess from your hands.

When you began shaking, Harry let go of your right thigh and angled himself for enough space to pump his own cock. He could tell you were about to come and he was already leaking precome from his slit so he was right there with you.

You saw his shoulder moving as his arm stroked his heavy cock and with the feel of his mouth flicking, lapping, and sucking your clit you tipped over the edge and threw your head back into the pillow.

Your soft moans and Harry’s muffled moans, the slick sound of your pussy being licked and Harry fucking into his palm filled the space around you.

You gripped Harry’s hair tight and rolled your hips into his face and Harry was pinching into your flesh with his grip as he came in spurts onto his chest and the bed below.

When you felt your body solidify you let go of Harry’s hair and lifted your head to see him sitting back and smirking at you. His face was wet with you and his cock was covered in the come that he used as lubrication, still lazily stroking himself.

You sat up and kissed him hard and then smiled against his mouth and rubbed your nose into his.

Harry leaned his forehead to yours, “Happy birthday, puppy.”

“Is that my birthday present?” You laughed.

“Not really. I just felt like an early morning snack. But I do have plans for you today.”

Harry captured your lips into his again and brought a hand to your bottom, giving you a solid swat, but nothing like what he normally did.

You backed from the kiss as Harry began to move off the bed but you grabbed his wrist, pulling him back.

“Can I just…” you scooted to your knees and placed your face over his cock, your hand coming down to his come-covered shaft, “kiss.”

You pressed your lips over his crown and Harry moved a hand behind him, flat on the bed as propped himself upward to watch you kissing and licking the come from his softening cock. He ran his fingers into your hair and swept your strands to the side so your hair wouldn’t get come on it, and so he could watch you.

“It’s so good,” you moaned as you licked him up.

The truth was that you just enjoyed watching the way Harry reacted to you when you did things like this. You loved making his jaw drop and hearing him whine and moan. You really loved it when he was speechless. When he’d shake and you’d make him pant and throw his head back in ecstasy. So, it wasn’t that his come actually tasted good, it was more of your own little power trip disguised as a lewd act. It fed your ego to see Harry fall apart because of you. You had little power in this relationship. But you could make him drop to his knees and beg every once in a while and that felt pretty good.

So you gave yourself the gift of making Harry whimper and come again into your mouth after you worked him up so much he started to get hard again.

“Look how hard you are for me, Harry. Did I do that to you? Hm?”

It was daring of you to say that. But you felt like you might be able to get away with it on your birthday.

“Mmm, puppy… you know that’s what you do to me. Fuck baby, you make me so hard.”

You paused at his words for only a moment before continuing to suck on his tip. You hadn’t expected him to say that so easily. It was exactly what you hoped to hear but didn’t think he’d say it.

You doubled down after he said that, feeling grateful and so glad you were his. Harry bent his knees and cooed at you some more just as he began to come, “Mmm, puppy- Ffffuck! So good baby, yes…”

You closed your eyes when you felt his salty come coat your tongue and throat. You gulped him down as he released and twitched in your mouth.

Harry brought you to the bathroom where you both cleaned up and brushed your teeth.

“Pancakes with guava marmalade, fresh fruit, and coffee. Anything else your majesty?” Harry joked with you after asking you what you’d like for breakfast.

And you might not have had guava marmalade but you did have strawberry marmalade and the pancakes were fluffy and hot.

Harry had planned to just spoil you a little. He did feel bad that he didn’t take you out. The last time you went out someone recognized you and tried to intercede. Of course, you weren’t having it, and that eased Harry’s concerns. But what would you do if you came into contact with your mom or your dad?  It gave him anxiety just thinking about what could happen next time. So, staying in with you and doting on you was the safe plan.

And you really didn’t mind. You knew that the dinner outing took a lot out of him. It made you nervous too if you were honest. You had no doubts about your feelings for Harry. You weren’t disillusioned. You knew what he’d done was not good. But you were in love. Harry was the only man you could ever see yourself with. You didn’t think you’d be able to breathe without him. So an intimate birthday with Harry sounded perfect to you.

And it was perfect. Harry did so many sweet things to make your day beautiful. He had you go out into the back garden with him and read while he picked a beautiful bouquet of flowers for you. He brought you fresh squeezed lemonade with strawberries. And then served you lunch in the garden.

After lunch, he gave you a massage in the bedroom with candles and soft music and ended with him fucking you against the headboard and then a bubble bath for two.

While Harry was preparing dinner the doorbell rang. Harry told you a package would be arriving that was a surprise for you so you were not to peek.

He ran to the front door in his apron and you saw him carrying a box as he quickly walked past the living room and into the kitchen.

You smiled to yourself and turned back to look at the TV. Flipping the through the channels you stopped in shock when you saw your face on the screen.

//The young woman has been missing for just shy of a year. Today is her 19th birthday. The details surrounding her disappearance are a mystery. Her friends and family had no leads and no clues. On the day of her disappearance, she was headed on foot to meet her boyfriend at a café.  She had just celebrated her 18th birthday when she suddenly disappeared not even a week later. Her family had nearly given up hope of ever seeing her again. That is until a month ago a woman named Kathy Tillman dined at Luciano’s in Burlington and spotted Y/N with an adult male. The supposed sighting of Y/N has caused-“

You blinked your eyes in surprise and looked behind you to see Harry standing across the room, watching the TV with you. His eyes met yours and you instantly saw the sorrow and apology in his eyes.

You stayed seated and kept your eyes on him as he crossed the room toward you. Sitting down next to you he took your hands in his. The background noise of the TV felt much louder than it really was. It was surreal to see your face on the TV and to have the local news lady talking about the day your whole life changed.

You squeezed Harry’s hand as you slid one out to take the remote and mute the TV.

“You know you don’t have to worry.”

Harry looked at you with a forced smile but shook his head, “I don’t deserve your devotion.”

You took his face into your hands and made him look into your eyes, “No, but you have it. You have my love and my devotion.”

Harry pulled you into his arms and squeezed you close, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“I love you, pup. You mean everything to me.”

“I love you, Harry. You’re all I want.”

You leaned in and placed your lips over his. You wouldn’t leave him but that didn’t mean any of this would be easy. You weren’t dealing with normal circumstances. And maybe you were totally fucked in the brain but any other scenario for you didn’t seem right anymore. The only thing that seemed right was being with Harry.

You and Harry ate the dinner he made and then he had you stay at the table as he brought a big cake with 19 lit candles atop singing happy birthday to you as he walked toward the dining table.

You made a wish, which you intended to keep secret so it could come true, and blew out the candles in go. Harry watched you as you closed your eyes and blew on the candles.

“The cake is so pretty! Did you order it from Mary’s?”

Mary’s was the best bakery in town. Harry would often bring you back cupcakes or scones on his way home from running errands. You loved sweets and Mary’s always tasted so good.

“I did. It’s vanilla cream with guava compote in the center. I know you love guava.”

Then he laid a wrapped box onto the table next to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, “Can I?” You asked as you reached for the box.

“Of course, pup. It’s your birthday. Open it up and then we’ll eat cake.”

You tore into the wrapping excitedly. Inside was a box that opened to reveal a lovely delicate necklace with a heart locket. You opened up the locket and inside was an inscription that read Forever.

You didn’t know why but tears filled your eyes as Harry helped you put the necklace on. It had been an oddly emotional day for you. It started off nicely but after seeing the news with your face on it and hearing about your sighting, well, things felt very delicate. Very fragile.

You turned in your seat to look at Harry and you pulled his hands so he was forced to bend down to you. Pressing your mouth to his you let your tears fall finally, “Harry. I love it. Forever. It’s perfect.”

Harry knelt down beside you and cupped your face in his hands, “Yeah? You really like it?”

You nodded and smiled, putting the heart between your fingers and plucking at it, “I love it.”

Harry’s smile deepened as. He looked at the locket and then back into your eyes, “Forever.”

You leaned forward to him, pushing at his nose with yours, “Forever.”

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Harry tried not to speed home, he didn’t want to chance to get another ticket, but when he pulled into his driveway he stormed into the house with worry in his heart only to find you casually draped on the couch watching something dumb on TV.

“Get up,” Harry growled. His mood was sour and he was angry that you hadn’t answered his call. He had been so worried that you’d run away that he was beside himself, just to see you casually lying in the living room.

You sat up, “Huh?” Your face covered in confusion.

“Off the couch,” Harry stepped toward you and you realized Harry was in a mood. You quickly got up and Harry stood before you, his eyes were dark and his face was set in a scowl. He pointed to the floor, “On your knees in front of me.”

You knew not to question him. Dropping to your knees you kept your eyes focused on him as Harry undid his pants. He kept his eyes on yours and shook his head, “I called. Why didn’t you answer?”

Your eyebrows shot up and you opened your mouth to respond as Harry pulled his cock out of his trousers, “I… didn’t know. Um… Sorry!” Harry grasped your hair and yanked your head back.

“You answer when I call. Understood?” He was fuming. Harry was also relieved that you were just there in his home like a dumb pup. You had no idea the things he’d just gone through internally. The worry he had about you leaving all but dissolved. The only emotion he had left over was anger.

Your eyes were big as you nodded, confusion still on your face.

“Suck,” Harry said. His cock wasn’t quite hard yet but he needed to teach you a lesson somehow. Or maybe he just needed to relieve his nerves. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling but he knew he was still angry.

You grasped his dick and began to use your mouth along the edge of his vein. Keeping your eyes on him, your tongue licked his long shaft from base to tip until he was swollen and heavy in your hand.

“Fucking suck it already,” he said as he pushed your head down to his tip. You opened her mouth and took him in as you were told.

But you had little time to adjust before he pushed you down to his base in one harsh shove. You coughed as Harry began to rock his hips, fucking his cock into your throat. He grunted as he began to go in harder.

You, always the good girl, took what you were given. You squeezed your eyes closed as your tears began to pour out onto your face. You gasped for air each time Harry pulled back just before slamming himself back in. He kept a tight grip on your hair as he relieved his anxiety with your mouth and the back of your throat.

Your gurgles and gags were sounds Harry loved. His long cock pushed down into your throat was being squeezed at the tip each time you swallowed and coughed and Harry groaned.

When he was just on the verge of coming you could feel it as he trembled and doubled down on the speed. You braced yourself by holding onto his thighs as he fucked into your mouth.

Harry watched you with tears on your cheeks and drool dripping down onto your t-shirt and he lost it. He held you down over him, stuffing your nose into the coarse hairs at his base, and came down your throat, choking you with all of his warm come.

The moment he felt relief in his bones from his orgasm he yanked you off of him and released your hair. You fell backward, gasping and chest heaving for air. You steadied yourself with your palms, pushing yourself back up just as Harry grasped your ankles and pulled you to him, and then he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, heading toward the bedroom.

“H… Harry! What? Please!” You didn’t understand what was going on or why he was so upset. Your tears from gagging turned into tears from upset as you were being manhandled by the man you loved.

He tossed you onto the bed and pulled your shorts and t-shirt off without a word before smacking your thigh as you tried scooting away from him, “Nuh, uh. Sit still.”

You watched as Harry pulled his own shirt off and then he spread your thighs to get a good look at your pussy. You were not wet yet. Not like you’d usually be after giving him a blow job. But Harry would change that. He could tell you were trying to resist a bit but he’d have you dripping soon.

“Didn’t answer the phone when I called. Was worried about you,” he said as he spread your labia and thumbed at your clitoris.

“I didn’t know! I promise! Harry…” but he smacked your pussy and pushed you deeper into the bed as he tucked himself in between your legs and spit over your cunt, “Shut up, “ he growled.

He spread his spit over you, making his fingers slip a little easier around your pussy and over your clit. He spit again, a bigger glob this time, and then pushed his middle finger into your entrance and you hissed at the sudden intrusion, trying to close your legs.

Harry smacked your inner thigh, before holding you down with his free hand, “I said. Sit. Fucking. Still.”

He began to plunge his finger in and out, scraping his finger into your soft core and he could feel you getting wet, your own lubrication wetting his finger eventually. Your tight muscle had not been ready for him to push into, but it was only one finger, Harry thought to himself. He was going easy on you.

“I got a ticket today. For speeding. And then I called you and you ignored me. I needed to hear your voice, but instead, I got a voicemail. Were you just watching TV the whole time, Y/n?”

Harry continued pumping into you and he felt you loosen up little by little. You nodded, “Yes. I would have answered if I’d known. I’m sorry,” you spoke as you kept her eyes on Harry.

“I don’t know. I’m starting to doubt you. Had me very worried,” Harry pulled his finger out and it was wet and shiny. You were ready for another finger. He pushed two fingers in, past your little muscle, and thrusted, feeling you squeeze his fingers tightly, but you were slick and slowly opening up for him.

“Please don’t doubt me! I’m here. Ahh!” You threw her head back when Harry dropped his mouth to your clit and licked. He didn’t suck on it. He planned on keeping his tongue flat over your clit and licking it slowly, moving his tongue over it and around it as he fucked you with his fingers slowly.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Harry demanded.

You watched him lick and smooth his tongue all around your sensitive nub and your stomach clenched in need. You needed a bit more if you were going to come. Harry was great at cunnilingus but he needed to wrap his lips around your clit, slurp it and suck it a little, and apply more pressure, but instead, he was softy licking over and around you in a way that would work you up but might not be enough to make you orgasm.

Your chest was rising and falling. It did feel good. His mouth felt great. His fingers were feeling great inside of you as well, but once again, he was pumping into you too slowly.

You didn’t dare tell him to change a thing. You just watched him as your cheeks were blushed and red, and your heart was pounding.

Your little moans were soft and when you bucked into his face Harry removed his fingers and his mouth and flipped you to your tummy. He smacked your bottom. Repeated strikes to your bum that made your bottom burn and sting under his big palm. You buried her face into the comforter and yelped at each smack. You jumped when he issued his final spanking.

He adjusted you so that her legs were spread and he lifted your hips, putting his mouth back to your cunt. He applied light pressure with his mouth and his tongue once again.

He was doing this on purpose, you realized. It slowly dawned on you that Harry had been worried that you didn’t love him or had left him. He called and you didn’t answer and that put him in a strange mood. You would do anything to let him know you were not planning on leaving him.

So you steadied yourself and just let him do as he pleased. Feeling his lips and his tongue and his fingers on you. It was a slow build. Something that ached and you wanted to whine and beg him for more but you sighed and just let yourself feel it. You were going to be so good for him that he would never again worry about your intentions.

Harry slowly brought you to the edge, softly with his lips. You began to quiver and your thighs were working to hold yourself still for him. He sat up and looked at the mess between your legs and smiled, “Do you want to come, pup?”

You nodded and turned to look back at the man, “Yes, but only if you want me to.”

This pleased him. You saw the smile on his face and the way his eyes softened suddenly.

During the tortuous edging Harry gave you, he grew hard again. He’d put you out of your misery while allowing himself another orgasm inside of your cunt this time.

Harry leaned over your back and kissed your shoulder blade and trailed his lips to your neck slowly, “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he pressed his front over your back as his lips spoke into your ear, “and I’ll allow you to come with me.”

You could feel his big cock sitting over your bottom. He was heavy and hard and ready to penetrate you. You smiled at his words. Happy to give him whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed to make him feel better.

When your back lost contact with his front you felt him prod at your cunt with his tip. You were fully ready and open for him now, but even with how turned on and wet you were, the initial entry through your muscled ring was always a stretch. He pushed into you, the small snap of him getting his crown past your entrance was heard and then he submerged until he was balls deep.

He placed his hands on your hips and began to rock into you slowly. At first. But this wasn’t meant to be sweet and soft and slow. He just needed a moment to lather himself with you, feel your squishy walls contracting around him for a moment before wrecking your insides.

And that’s just what he did. The moment he felt like his cock had opened you up nicely, and his cock was warmed and wetted with you he pulled back to where his frenulum reached your tight entry muscle and plunged in deep with one stroke. He repeated, pulling nearly all the way out to his tip, really feeling the way you squeezed around his sensitive head, before slamming back into you, causing your body to rock forward on each stinging thrust.

Now, Harry was long and thick. So he couldn’t jackhammer into you like one could with an average-sized cock. Harry could go at a decent pace and get you feeling him, but the pulling and the pushing and with his general girth, it wasn’t as easy. But he certainly could move into you fast enough that it punched the air from your lungs at each deep hit. You grunted each time he reached deep inside of you as he pulled back only to fuck into you harder.

The noises coming from the bedroom you shared with him were primal and punishing. It was wet where he impaled you over and over again, the sopping cunt he fucked into took him so well as his hips smacked into your ass in a repeated strike as he poked himself into your tummy so you could really feel him. The gasps and grunts punched from your body when he would grind into you deep just before pulling back only to do it again were guttural and low. You drooled into the blanket below your body. His cock was ravaging your insides. Every time he fucked you like this your body needed some time to readjust itself afterwards; your vaginal walls and organs to return to their original position.

You tried holding off but Harry had gotten you so worked up when he licked and edged you earlier you felt the snap of your orgasm as it unraveled. You cried out and with a harsh squeeze around his cock you spasmed as he fucked into you. He felt your muscles contracting and clenching as you came around him. He was close so he continued to rail into you as fast and hard as was humanly possible given his size, but he was slowed down a bit by your tight grip on him as you came and crumbled before him.

“Don’t know if you deserve my come, pup. What do you think? Want it in your mouth or your cunt?” He clenched his jaw as he spoke. He already knew your answer.

You were barely in any state to respond but you gasped and cried and nodded, mumbling yes, please, inside of me, please, fill me…

Harry knew you loved it when he stuffed you with his cock and his come. You loved when he’d drip from you randomly as you two were doing something mundane. You’d get excited when your panties would suddenly be full of him while you were watching TV. Many times you’d even show him because he liked seeing it too. You’d spread your legs and show him your panties all wet and covered with his sperm at the crotch where he’d suddenly gushed out of you when you made a sudden move.

Just imagining your little pussy dripping with his come he moaned and his orgasm finally poured into you. He pressed his cock deep inside of your body, spurting his orgasm into you wherever it could reach. He pulled back only a bit before pushing back into the hilt as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside of you.

Moments of bliss passed. Harry felt his anger slip away as he had his second release and you were spread, ass in the air before him. His pretty girl.

He gently pulled himself from your weepy pussy and watched as some of his come dripped from you. Harry helped you sit up and he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you into his body, “Please don’t ever leave me.”

You frowned and turned your face feeling your heart swell. Of course, you’d never leave him. You needed him. Maybe more than he needed you. You turned your body toward him and moved your hands over his chest and then pulled him in, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m never leaving you. I need you. I love you. I’m yours.”

Harry drew a bath for you both and as you soaked naked, pressed together in the warm bubbles he kissed your temple and smiled to himself. He was thankful for you. So glad he’d found you and that you wanted him in the same way he wanted you.

“Let’s get a snack and curl up on the couch, how does that sound?” Harry asked as you dried yourself off.

Wearing just Harry’s t-shirt you waited on the couch as Harry came back into the living room with two bowls filled with ice cream. He sat next to you with a grin on his face as he handed you a bowl and you realized it was mint chocolate chip from Pink’s.

Harry’s favorite flavor.

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He found you in the kitchen making sandwiches for your lunch. Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck, “Looks really good, pup.” He was going to make today soft and nice for you. To show you how special you were to him.

You smiled and turned slightly so you could see his profile and hummed before turning back to your task. Harry moved the hair from your shoulder and brushed his fingers over your neck before leaning over you again and putting his chin on your shoulder.

When you finished plating the lunches, Harry grabbed both plates from your hands, “Let’s eat outside. It’s a beautiful day.”

He put your plate in the shade and his in the sun. He didn’t want you to get too hot or get burned, “I kind of wanted to sit in the sunshine,” you spoke before sitting down at the iron outdoor table.

Harry shook his head, “No pup. It’s too hot out right now. You have to be careful to not get sunburned as well. S’not good for you. The shade is better.” And that was that. If Harry said you had to sit in the shade, you’d sit in the shade.

The table was near a large magnolia tree and you were covered by the bulky limbs and leaves, hidden from the blaring sun, while Harry sat in the sunny spot, squinting his eyes as he ate the sandwich you made him. There weren’t many words exchanged between you. It was nice, though and Harry kept putting his hand on your knee. You could tell he was trying to be extra sweet today after what he’d done to you yesterday. But you’d already forgiven him last night when he was soft with you afterward. You actually forgave him before that when you understood what the punishment was really all about. However, you weren’t going to complain about how nice he was being.

Harry cleaned up the dishes and then suggested you make brownies together. It was just a simple recipe but it was fudgy and rich. Harry tested the batter before you put it into the pan to bake and he smiled and touched the tip of your nose leaving behind a bit of the chocolatey goo. You laughed and moved your hand to wipe your nose but Harry stopped your motions and held on to your wrists with a big grin before pressing his lips over your nose and licking it off. You squealed in delight at his tongue licking the batter from your nose and then Harry kissed your mouth and swatted your bum (very gently, you were quite sore from the previous night), “Alright, it’s ready for the oven now, pup.”

The timer was set and the dishes were put away. Harry knew what you’d say next.

“We should watch a movie!” You spoke excitedly to Harry. He couldn’t resist your big smile and the way your eyes brightened. You were happy today. Harry felt like he’d done well to be sweet to you the day after he’d been a bit rotten.

“What should we watch, then?” He watched you scurry off into the living room as he trailed behind. You turned on Netflix and picked something Harry couldn’t care less about, but he’d let you choose this time. You deserved it. Harry dragged you into his lap so he could hold you and kiss you while the brownies baked.

You hummed and settled into his hold and kissed his neck and his chin. Harry loved doting on you but he enjoyed it when you returned that sentiment. His girl. His sweet pup loving on him. It felt like reassurance to him every time you did it. You weren’t going anywhere. You belonged to him.

When the air smelled chocolatey and your heart was pounding and you were out of breath from Harry’s mouth covering yours in hot, soft kisses, the timer beeped in the kitchen.

The brownies were steaming hot when you pulled the pan from the oven and Harry swatted you away, “You’ll burn yourself. Let me…” Harry plated the brownies and insisted on carrying the plates as you returned to the living room to watch the movie you picked out.

He had you sit right next to him and he took a bit first, blowing on the dessert and sucking in air when it burned his tongue. You reached for your plate but Harry moved it away from you, “S’too hot, pup. Burned myself even. It needs to cool a bit first.”

You pouted but Harry grasped your chin gently and turning you to face him, kissed your cheek, “No pouting. I’m taking care of my girl. Don’t want you hurt from a hot brownie. Puppy needs a little patience doesn’t she?”

He blew over your portion and you smiled. Harry was always trying to take care of you in this way. Doing little things that some might think of as a way to treat a child, but to you, it just felt like love and care.

Before letting you have a bit, Harry tested the temperature again before deeming it cool enough to put into your mouth. He broke off a bit of the edge and held it out to you, “Open.”

You parted your lips and Harry put the warm brownie on your tongue. You closed your eyes and chewed with a moan. Harry ate a bite of his and then gave you a bite of yours as you both snuggled together to watch the movie.

When your plates were emptied you tried to take them so you could put them in the sink but Harry shook his head, “Sit. Stay here,” he spoke as he got up and took the plates to the kitchen sink himself.

Just before the sun set in the sky, the movie came to an end. Harry pulled you in between his legs on the couch and brushed your hair, “Got all tangled from lying your head on my chest during the movie.”

You smiled and let Harry run the bristles down your hair and to your shoulders. It felt so nice having him dote on you. The sweetest feeling of his nearness and his care was all you could ever want.

“There we are. That’s better,” he spoke as he put the brush down and pulled you back into his chest, kissing your temple.

You both sat for a moment in the quiet, breathing one another in. Harry’s cheek was pressed to your temple and you could feel his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed.

But, soon, Harry was nudging you forward and speaking softly, “Let’s get you some water. Probably need a little after that sticky sweet dessert. Need you to stay hydrated.”

You rolled your eyes, but not in sight of Harry, his doting was a bit extra today and you understood why. You just went along with it, though. Smiling as you stood up and grasping onto Harry’s hand as he stood.

You didn’t need all the sweetness. Not this much. But you loved it and it only made you feel more secure in your relationship with Harry over time. All the gentle touches and whispers, the kind gestures of care, the way he needed you… it all made you need him more with each passing day. There would never be anyone that could change your mind or tell you he was a bad man. Not after all this time and how you’d truly grown to know Harry. The real Harry. The one who was insecure and needy. The one that relied on your touch to feel whole. The one who wanted to give you the whole world and keep you safe from harm.

He was your Harry.

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“Because if you want to leave and go back to your old life you very well can. I’ll pack up and move far away so no one ever finds me, including you, and then I’ll release you back to your parents and back to your little boyfriend so you can go live your old life without me. Is that what you want!?”

“No! No, Harry! I don’t want that! I cant… please…” you looked up at him with your tear-stained face and wobbly bottom lip, “I love you. I love you.”

Harry clenched his jaw and felt immediate guilt for how he’d treated you. But his rage was still there under the surface, hot from insult and hurt. You knew just what to say to get him upset and you’d done it and he needed a bit to cool off before he could forgive you.

Rationally he knew he was the one to blame for everything. He was the bad guy here, but he wasn’t always very rational when it came to you.

“You’ll stay down here for an hour to think about what you said,” he watched your face scrunch up as you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, grasping your face, “I want you to really think long and hard, Y/n. Because if there’s any truth to you wanting your old boyfriend back well then I don’t want you anymore. So an hour should give you time to make that decision.”

“I don’t want him! No!” Your words were smushed as he dug his fingers into your cheeks.

“You say that now, but let’s give you some time to stew on it. Yeah?” He let you go but you kept a firm grip on his pants.

“I don’t need time. I only need you, Harry. I was stupid to say that stuff. I don’t know why I said it!” You were freaking out now. He was really going to leave you alone in the basement and panic was beginning to take over.

“Well, an hour should give you time to consider why you said what you did. Now you need to let me go or I’ll have to tie you to the bed so you won’t be able to move at all. And if I have to tie you down I’ll leave you down here for three hours instead of just one. What will it be?”

You sniffed and looked down at the cement floor and reluctantly loosened your fingers from his pants.

“Good. I’ll be back in one hour.”