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"There he is!" All your friends cheered at someone behind you. You couldn't tell who it was since you were too busy fiddling with your dress.

You did feel out of place.

The entire hangout everyone just latched on to the most famous people after uni and those were the only people they wanted to talk to. And you weren't famous nor rich. So essentially, everyone just ignored you and focused on someone that wasn't even here yet.

Apparently, 'The World's Youngest Billionaire' was coming to the get together. "How have you not heard of him!" Marty looks at you like you like you had a third boob in your head.

"I have heard of him, I just don't know him or what he looks like." You shrug, you really didn't understand the deal with this man. It sometimes confuses you with how popular he is yet you don't even know his name or face. It's only his surname that you knew of.

"Oh my god, he's like mega-fucking hot Y/N. Look at thi—"

"There he is!" Ryan cheered as everyone followed.

"Sorry 'm late." He only rasped in response. You felt the chair beside you creek and a new presence was beside you.

You were 100% sure you smelt that perfume somewhere.

So, you turned your head around and your eyes almost fell out of your eye sockets because of the person sitting beside of you. Harry felt his heart clenched at the sight of you. Holy fuck.

"I told you he's hot." Marty leaned in to whisper to your ear.

~

The entire night you ignored Harry. His gaze, his voice, his smile, his hands, everything. You ignored him.

Out of all the people with the surname Styles, he of course had to be the successful piece of shit that also happens to be your ex-boyfriend.

Harry wanted to say he was uncomfortable or sad that he met you tonight. But no, he was happy. Ever since the both of you broke up, he was sure that he'd never see you again despite you seeing, "See you, Harry."

The memory of it all was engraved in his brain, playing like a broken record. As nights fill his days, he felt like his college self again. Just laying down pillows beside him and pretending that the person he was hugging was you.

But this time it hurted him even more. Before, it was just a small crush and he was sure he wouldn't see you again simply because he didn't knew you. But now, he was sure he wouldn't see you again because he was just a character from another chapter in your life.

"Are you still mad at him (your ex boyfriend) for cheating on you?" He says laying at the hood of his beaten up Toyota with you curled up against him and playing with his hands.

"I guess not anymore." you shrug after a small silence.

"Why?" He faces you and lays an arm around your waist to prevent you from going at the edge of his car.

"You know that saying that's like 'Life is like a book, you will never know what happens until you flip the next page." kind of shit? That's how I look at it. A character from another chapter that I decided to flip on. Literally and figuratively." You chuckle.

"Ah, I better not do anything to make you flip on me then." He jokes tangling your legs together as he places both hands underneath your shirt for warmth.

"You better or I will annotate you with the red sticky note."

"I thought your red sticky note was for smut?" He blurts out.

"How did you know that?" You snap your eyes on him with a teasing smile.

"Know what? You must be hungry already baby, let's go buy you food—" he rushes out sitting up instantly.

"You read my books didn't you!" You laugh wrapping your arms around his back and pulled him down to lay with you.

"No I didn't!" He huffs turning his back on you.

"Look at my big smart engineering major boyfriend reading smut. It's romantic honestly." You giggle poking his sides.

"I just read it so I know what you...prefer." He explains still his back on you.

"My preference on fucking?" you laugh in amusement.

"Ye- No! Stop it!" He mumbles with his cheeks turning red.

"It's okay baby, I knew you were getting ready for our first sex anyways." You smile at the memory of him reading one of your smut filed page, and him whispering out a low 'She likes these things?'

You always liked at how logical he was and wanted to appear dominant to others even though he was just a small boy inside who had a thing for Legos.

"Did not!"

"Did yes!"

"Not!"

"Yes!"

"Not!"

"Ye—" the banter was interrupted with the ringing of Harry's phone and a "Mummy" flashed as the caller ID.

"I am so telling Anne." you snatch his phone, hopping down the car.

"Y/N!" He shouts in terror and runs after you.

"So Harry how's the company?" A man named Ryan says while sipping on his beer.

"'S fine." he shrugs. He didn't like talking about his work out of work. He always tried his best not to be a workaholic and balance his life well so he doesn't lose more people he loved.

"It better be, you're at the Forbes cover for the millionth time man!" Another person praises making Harry smirk beneath his shot glass.

His ego was always something he couldn't control well, especially when people tolerated it.

You rolled your eyes at him. Even though you couldn't see him, you just knew he was smirking. You never understood how Harry always believed he didn't deserve anything good in his life and at the same time be the most egotistical little shit you knew.

"Y/N, what about you?" Ryan asks.

This made your eyes widen and cough on your drink. "Sorry what?"

"How's your work?" he repeats.

Your heart was hammering in your ribcage. Popularity was never something you thought about when you were picking your major. Money? Sure. But you were very set on pursuing your dream to be a writer and be happy instead of doing a job you were gonna be rich with but be unhappy. The inner bookworm in you is really to blame for as she was the one that took 'YOLO' seriously.

"You own a library right?" Alan says with a mocking voice. God, you always hated him.

"Uh yeah." you cough, trying to come off as aloof.

"That's cool!" Hana breaks the silence making you smile at her.

"Thank yo—"

"Thank God, you had that Yale degree to own a library Y/N." Alan cuts you off making everyone laugh. This only made you shrink back on your seat.

"Didn't your fiancé left you? I wonder why." you bit back scoffing at him. But deep down you knew he was right— you just didn't want him to know he was.

You were so focused on your humiliation that you didn't even notice Harry staring at you.

Before he had the chance to say something to Alan, the conversation had already moved on. God, he wanted to hug you so bad. He just needed your hugs.

~

"It landed on Y/N!"

You were drunk. Drunk and horny and tired. You really blamed the vibrator Marty got for you as a "joke." And now you were playing spin the bottle.

"Aish, I'm so sorry Y/N." Ryan sends you a sheepish smile making you blush.

"Oh um-" You were all flustered, definitely not ready to kiss Ryan.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" they all chanted making your cheeks to redden.

Harry was livid.

He watched as you stumbled over your words and tried to maintain his composure. He swore he tasted blood with how hard he's biting down his lip.

You stood up, from the chair— encouraging yourself to not be a pussy and actually have fun. But before your hands could even touch Ryan's face, a large hand turned your head to the side and smashed their lips with yours.

Your eyes were wide and filled with shock as you watched Harry's lips stilling on yours and-- fuck-- his hand on your lower jawline while he places his thumb on your chin to keep you in place. His lips were so soft, cold with the taste of beer on his tongue, as he inserted it in your mouth.

Harry didn't expect this, no. He expected you to push him away but no, you just kept going. As he pulled away from the kiss, your breathing heavier than normal and mouth slightly agape. His nose was barely touching yours and that was when he saw it, you wanted more.

God, he was desperate for your touch.

"Holy shit!" Marty exclaims, while Ryan stood there with a little grin.

"Well, that's taken care of." Ryan chuckled sitting down again.

"I swear on Ryan's dick there was tongue!" Marty laughs making Ryan throw one of the napkin's at her.

You weren't able to process anything so Harry cleared his throat. Using his thumb to wipe some off the lipstick off and pulled out your chair for you to sit back in again.

You haven't even fully composed yourself yet when Harry used his foot to pull your chair closer to his and wrapped his large hand on your thigh— tugging you closer till you were in the same chair as him.

You choked on your breath and looked at his face for any sign of explanation. But no, the asshole sat there with a small curve at the side of his lips.

You looked around, feeling the fear that maybe someone might catch you, but immediately sighed in relief for you and Harry being seated next to a wall and no one beside you to suspect anything.

He should really start to think about touching your hand in the darkened room, cause now he's afraid he can't seem to stop.

It was when he started inching his hand upwards, until it settled on your upper thigh, slightly grazing your underwear as you were only wearing a dress. He used his index finger to trace the visible dampness in your underwear. Tracing circles on your skin and leaving goosebumps on where he touched.

"Harry." you gasped.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable, Y/N." He whispers to your ear, stilling his hand for a while and you immediately shook your head. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"No." you breathed squeezing your legs due to the intensity of the pleasure. Although it wasn't successful as Harry immediately used the hand on your thigh to open it again.

"Hey Y/N, remember that time we went to that picnic and an old couple told you  and H you were a beautiful husband and wife? That was the highlight of my fucking year!" Ryan said laughing with Marty.

Harry smirked, using two fingers to run up and down on the front of your underwear. Your hand immediately clasped on Harry's wrist but he didn't stop, making it harder for you to collect your thoughts. That bastard.

"Y-yeah." you said flashing him a smile and him doing the same, but you regret it instantly when Harry scoffed.

Pulling the edge of your panties aside, he used his two fingers to spread you before plunging in his finger. Making you jolt on your seat.

"Y/N was probably the kindest person in our university, I’ve always wanted to take you out to dinner so we can be closer, you know?" Ryan continued on making you squeeze your eyes shut when Harry started rubbing you in a clockwise motion, going faster.

Ryan please shut up.

"Oh yeah?" Harry spoke up with a sinister grin questioning Ryan in a mocking voice before inserting another finger in you.

Oh God.

"Alright, round 10. Go spin the fucking bottle, Y/N."

~

As soon as you all separated, Harry had dragged your hand to his car.

"Good Evening Mr. Styles. Where to?" His driver said looking in the rear view mirror.

"Home. Also, please turn on some music. Thanks." He instructs making the driver— you haven't got the name of— nod and do as told.

As the window separating you and the driver starts to close, you climbed on to Harry's lap— kissing him feverishly.

Like you said, you were drunk and horny.

To say Harry was taken back was an understatement. When you realized he wasn't kissing back, you pulled back feeling the impulsiveness slowly fade. "I'm-"

But before you could even continue, his hands had already pulled you back to his lips. He was so fucking hungry for you, wanted you all over his skin.

As your weight shifted down to his crotch, letting yourself press up against him. The pressure underneath you was so tempting so you immediately started rubbing on his bulge.

Rolling your hips against his, you felt him hum in your mouth— his hands caressing your waist and pushing you down even more on him.

"Fuck-- we have to keep quiet, okay baby?" He says in to your hair, breathing heavily. You only nod in response, the pleasure overwhelming you.

"Harry," you groan tossing your head back as Harry kissed and sucked on your neck while thrusting his hard on into your clothed cunt.

As he stopped, you immediately whined, stopping as Harry traced over your pussy while before letting his fingers rip the lace panties.

"Come here darling." He grabs your wrist gently, opening his legs a little more for you to sit on his left thigh. With shaky legs you complied, your bare pussy touching his slacks.

Goosebumps covered your arms as he kisses along your neck becoming more rough with you. Harry sighed dreamily on the feeling of your heat against his thighs. He ran a finger on your slit, rubbing it up and down.

Thrusting his leg up to your sensitive pussy causing you to gasp aloud putting both hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He kisses along your collarbones, whispering dirty encouragements to you, "Rub your cunt on my thigh, like a good little whore you are."

As you grip his shoulder, beginning to roll your against his thighs, you almost came at the feeling of his muscular thighs against you. He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to his body until your breasts were touching his chest.

He ducked down, pulling one of your tits out of your lowcut dress and started suckling on it. Lapping his tongue on your nipple, before pulling away and bumping the tip of his nose to your nipple.

"What are you doing?" you drunkenly giggle as he starts to nuzzle his face on your chest.

"I love your body so much." he mumbles lovingly, almost cooing.

You smile down at him, feeling your heart flatter at his words. "H. Stop that." you push him down to lay down at the seat, laughing when he starts blowing a raspberry on your boob.

With a lazy smile, he pushed your ass towards his cock, stuffing his thigh in between your legs more. "Didn't tell you to stop, did I pretty girl?"

"Hm... no." you smirked, running a hand down his chest whilst grinding down against his thigh. You absolutely did not know where this sudden confidence came from but Harry seemed to like it with the way he shuddered when you started palming the prominent bulge in his slacks. "shit."

He is so fucking hard for you, your mouth almost watered at how thick he was against your palm.

Harry bit his lip, eyes hooded and only focused on the way your eyes were dilated and desperate. "My little baby's gonna use me, no?"

"Shut up." you snapped at him, quickening your pace. He only grinned smugly at you, pushing you down harder with every roll of your hips.

Your breathing started getting heavier and heavier, the way Harry was looking at you up and down, determined to make you cum— it was all too much. You fell downwards, gripping the edge of the seat beside Harry.

"Christ." you moaned, your hips starting to create circles on his thigh. He grasped your jaw in between his thumb and pointer finger, connecting your lips together.

"Told you to keep quiet." he murmured in your mouth, pinching the flesh of your harshly feeling frustrated that he couldn't smack it.

"I'm sorry— so, so good." you mewled against his lips, failing to keep up with Harry's lips.

"Open your mouth darling." he ordered in a commanding yet quiet tone, panting heavily you obliged, letting your tongues meet his.

He licked at your tongue, mouths all molding together, you felt your high coming as the kiss started growing more urgent. Your eyes closed involuntarily, your hands squeezing Harry's shoulder tightly as you picked up your pace.

"That's my girl, go on baby-- use me." He whispers to you, watching your glossy eyes and parted mouth while tucking a loose hair strand away from your face.

And that was when you heard the driver open the car door-- soon the opening of gates was heard.

"Fuck it Y/N." he says finally brings his hand down to your ass, watching it jiggle with his harsh slap.

"Oh God. I'm gonna come." You moaned as your hips starts grinding down in a rushed pace.

"Daddy..." you panted mouth in the shape of an "O", your nails digging into Harry's forearms— pussy clenching and unclenching around his thigh.

Harry groaned at the nickname that you always used against him if you wanted something. "That's it-- fuck, my little fucking slut,"

"Mr. Styles? Were here now." You hear his driver knock at the tinted window.

"Pull your dress down, I expect you to have your ass up when I get in the house Y/N." He says not even bothering to wipe the white substance on his trousers. You only nod, feeling spent but the thought of Harry finally being inside of you was enough to make you wake up.

"Use your words, baby."

"Yes daddy."

~

After telling all his workers to go home so he didn't have to worry with them getting traumatized, he ran up the stairs with a new found excitement and almost falling flat on his face with perhaps too much excitement.

Harry should've known that even after all these years, it was still you that please him. Just you that he craved. And now he's fucked, because after seeing you eyes all drunk and groggy, naked and on your hands and knees, he didn't want to stop wanting you anymore.

He took you by your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed-- shocking you. You were trembling so beautifully before him. His white cum was dripping from your small hole, throbbing around nothing, asking to be filled.

"Do you want to do this Y/N?" He asked, smoothening his palm on your butt cheek, a trail of clothes before him.

"Yes Harry."

"What does my baby need, hm?" He taunts, bending over so his lips were touching your ears.

"Your-your cock."

"Beg for it." he breathes, voice above a whisper.

"What if I don't want to?" you challenge.

Harry furrows his brows at this, "I didn't ask you to, I told you to fucking beg for it."

"And if I don't?" you smirk, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

"I think I've had it with your mouth." he glared at you in irritation, while you only smiled innocently making him more furious.

"You were being so good for me." he huffs, "Then you started talking back." He brings his hand to your neck, choking you. The metallic rings in contrast to your warm skin was enough to let you know that his rings will leave marks. "Stay there."

He brought his finger to rub over your wet floods before putting his finger inside of you, his rings caressing your skin. "Look at you, so fucking soaked for me." He says running his hand over your ass, making you gasp once he slapped it. The sound of it echoing around his room.

"I don't like it when you disobey me Y/N." he rasps, bringing his hand down again on your ass.

"I wasn't disobeying, I was just questioning you." you point out, earning another hard slap from Harry. You held back a whimper that was threatening to escape.

"You like it when I get angry don't you baby?" He seethes, your ass burning with every smack he gives you. "Tell me Y/N. Tell me how much of a whore you are for me."

You only moaned loudly as your knees starts getting weaker with every contact with his hand. Fuck, you can't help it when he looked so hot being all dominant over you.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you Y/N." you felt his finger come in between your legs, before wrapping his lips around his now wet finger and moaning around it. Hearing him mumble, "So fucking good." underneath his breath making a mental note in his brain to eat you out next time.

"Y-yes." you shakily say, jumping slightly when his other hand was soothing along your ass. He moved his hands away, before flipping you over and helping you stand up.

"You did so good, my love." He whispers to you, cupping your face and pressing kitten like kisses all over your face. "Do you want to continue?"

"Yes." you eagerly nod, wrapping your arms around his slim waist.

He smiled down at you, "My baby's so good to me." Without noticing, he inserted two fingers in your mouth until his rings were touching your lips. "Do you deserve to be fucked, Y/N?"

"Please.. I n-need it." you whined, feeling yourself get more aroused as he pulls out his fingers in your mouth and brings it down to your pussy, sliding it in without a warning.

"Do you?" he teases pumping his fingers in a rapid pace before turning you around and grinding his cock to your bare ass.

"Y-yes." It was so hard to focus with the way he was pushing his fingers against you— you almost riding his hand while Harry peppers kisses along your neck.

"Good..." He whispers on your ear, biting your earlobe before pushing you down on the bed again. "I want to fuck you, Y/N. Can I baby?"

"Yes... yes...fuck..." You cry out pushing your ass harder against his dick.

You've been waiting all night for him, you needed him to fill up your tight cunt-- stretching it with his huge cock of his.

"Are you sure about this, love?" He asks trailing a hand on the back of your legs, spreading you out for him and grasping every part of your body that he can.

"Yes! Please daddy!"

"Since you begged so nicely..." his fingers flutter around your cunt, stroking his ego even more at the wetness of you before rubbing circles on your clit while his other hand pumped on his dick.

The sight of his length was enough to make your knees wobble with anticipation. More so, feeling nervous with how large he was.

He guided his fully hard erection towards your cunt, rubbing it slowly on your dripping wet slit. Your pussy was soaking his bare cock as he continued to rub it in you. Teasing you even more by thrusting the head of his dick in your aching cunt before pulling it out.

"Please..." you begged, the teasing killing you slowly.

"Please what baby?" he says burying his face on the nape of your neck, sucking bruises on every part of you and waiting for you to say the nickname he loved so much.

"Please daddy..."

"There you go princess." He instantly found his way back to your throat, squeezing it and groaning at the vibrations of your moans. Lining the tip of his cock in your entrance, eyes closing and muscles tensing up as he pushes into you.

"Harry," you whimpered, his cock buried deep inside of you, your lower lips split around him and walls contracting, desperately trying to adjust to his size.

The way you whimpered at the fullness was enough for Harry to want to fuck you senseless. Fluttering his eyes closed, gritting his teeth, unable to move with how you were clenching around him.

"You can move, H." you re-assure, Harry not wasting a second before snapping his hips to you, balls thwacking against your ass.

"So fucking tight." He groans, choking you harder and using your throat as leverage to push your hips to meet his thrusts. You were already tightening around him, not used with a cock as large as his.

Harry was convinced he was addicted to the feeling of your walls stretching against him. "Tightest pussy I've fucked." he huffs, sliding out slowly until only the head was in, before slamming back in.

"Feels so good." you sobbed, his rings around your neck-- squeezing you harder with every thrust and his cock plunging in you so so deep, was overwhelming your senses.

His dick was filling you completely, fucking you up so good. Your body jerked roughly with every shove of his cock, the mattress rocking forward. "Do you like my cock, Y/N? Hm? Too big for you-- stretching your tight pussy?" this time, he moves his hands to your hair, gathering it all in his one hand before tugging it back.

"Holy fuck—Harry!" your mouth fell open with a loud moan when you started feeling your ass slapping with his pelvis with every thrust.

"You feel so good, darling. Fuckin' gripping my cock with your little fucking hole." a deep growl escaped his chest, watching as his cock moved in and out of you with sloshing sounds with how wet you were.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his other hand went from your hips to your nipples, pinching it with his fingertips lightly. You were so fucking slick around him, clenching and squeezing him. He fucks into you hard because he wanted to, driving his cock deep into you with such urgency to a point where you could feel him bulging in your stomach.

You couldn't stop the sobs and moans coming from your mouth anymore, and Harry thrived off it. Pounding into you recklessly, his hands tugging on your hair, slapping your ass and choking you. He slams merciless in you, every thrust sent another shock in you, sharp thrusts fucking into you as his moans went directly into your ear.

"Don't stop. Oh my god, don't stop. Please, don't stop." you cried out, your hands clawing at the sheets as your mascara runs down your cheeks. Your ass cheeks were burning red, raw and painful with Harry's hand marking it.

"Look at you... haven't even been inside of you for 5 minutes and you're already falling apart for me. " He taunts, pressing a sloppy kisses behind your ear, while one of his large hands easily wrapping around your fragile throat, squeezing it a little, relishing the way your lips parted and was gasping for air.

"I-I'm gonna come." you whined, as Harry's thrusts didn't falter, only speeding up to your core even more.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me sweetheart? C'mon, make a mess on daddy's cock." He coos at you, gathering all your hair in his hand while your body shook rapidly.

"H-Harry," your mouth fell open, Harry's cock pounding into you relentlessly as you felt yourself falling apart in front of him, walls fluttering around his cock. "F-fuck."

He's in fucking bliss right now, throwing his head back and muttering curses over and over again. You looked so so pretty under him, soaking his cock and whimpering helplessly while he fucked you senseless.  

He couldn't stop. Even when your walls clamped around him so tightly—babbling and drooling, he wanted more. Rearing his hips back, and thrusted in and out of you in a pace that started slow and deep, and quickly escalated to ruthless pounding; not letting any of your cum be wasted-- wanting it all around his dick.

"Harry...I-I haven't adjusted—Ah!" You tried to push him away, legs trembling to close and restrict his freedom of movement but his large hands pushed down your inner thighs, keeping them apart as his large cock slammed into you over and over.

"Tell me if you want to stop, Y/N." He breathed, making eye contact with you as he slows down his thrusts.

"N-no, you're just so fucking big, H." your eyelids fluttered close as you tried to catch your breath.

He smirked, pleased at your answer. "I know." he whispered to you, "Knew you'd be a good girl and take my cock." Your cunt was drooling around him, his length coated with your slick and dripping out of you with every thrust, the lewd squelching sounds, were music to his ears.

Your pussy was so sensitive and sore with how much Harry was filling you up. You were desperate to escape the overwhelming feeling and quite literally clawing the sheets with tears in your eyes, sobbing at how big he is, only for him to pull you back with his heated hands popping against you hips and slamming you back down on his cock with an absolute bloodthirsty smile and hot breath against your ears drum as his voice comes out in an intimidating and gruffly deep growl.

"Where do you think you're going?" He slams back in and out of you and your can hear the dizzying, wet slaps and slams over your moans, a rough hand around your throat. "Not yet finished, darling."

He flipped you around, burying himself deep inside you once more, the excess of your cum was a mess between your thighs and you looked up him through tear stained eyelashes. Pushing you down at the mattress, wrapping your legs around his waist and placing your arms on his shoulders. "God, how are you so fucking tight—ahh shit."

His pelvis was colliding hard on your rear, your whole body shaking around his hold and his heavy balls were slamming against your clit with every deep thrust. "Daddy-- I c-cant..."

"You can, Y/N." he growled, his other hand pushing your left leg higher to open up your pussy for him to see.

He curled his fingers around your soft strands of hair, everything about you was soft. Your skin, your smile, your touch, your plush hot walls. All of that was his. And only his.

"Ever been fucked this good? Huh baby?" He pinched your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, forcing you to look up at him. You only whined in response, but Harry only shoved his cock harder into you. "Use your fucking words, Y/N."

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh my-- can feel you so deep, H. F-feels so—ah—good!"

"Wasn't so hard, was it?" He taunts making you nod vigorously, gasping when he started hitting your g-spot. "Can't even speak."

He pulled your hair back, making your back arch in to the mattress, hips moving in their own to meet his thrusts. He was going to fill you up. Over and over again. Till your cunt was overflowing with his cum. Till you were full of him for days. "Who owns your cunt, baby?"

"You." you breathed-- closing your eyes.

"What's that? You have to speak louder, pet."

"You-- ahh-- Daddy!"

"That's right, I own this pussy. Fucking love it." His fingers tightened on your throat, pounding in you harder. "Look at me, Y/N. Look at how I'm fucking your dirty little cunt."  he groans, flipping the two of you over and having you ride him instead, hips slamming and rutting against him desperately.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Fuck me harder, please daddy-- please. 'M so close." you whined, the feeling of your ass smacking Harry's pelvis every time you moved, cock bulging in your tummy.

"Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy?" His long fingers reached up to wrap around your throat, forcing you to bounce even faster on his thick girth.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Your boobs were bouncing with you, your senses overwhelmed with the feeling him hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, you moaned. Tongue lolling out of your mouth and eyes closing tight.

Placing your arms on his thighs, as his dick was deeply buried in you, you kept on grinding on him. Harry reached for your breasts, squeezing them in his hands as he felt himself about to come.

You were so fucking deep inside of him. Your pussy squeezing him incredibly, making him choke on his words as you slammed back down on him again and again, taking him impossibly deeper. his hands scrambling to grip the bedsheets, "shit."

"Daddy!" You scream reaching your climax, hard. Squirting onto his thighs and the bed beneath you.

"FUCK!" He growled-- his cum shooting inside of you, filling you up with it.

"Good girl," he hummed, thrusting hard, nudging against your cervix as he softened inside of you. "My good fucking girl." His arms wrapped around your waist as your body collapsed onto him, heaving for air as your body convulsed from another orgasm.

A mixture of both your cum were flooding the bed sheets, as you cried out when he started to pull out of you— moving you to the side.

"'M tired, goodnight Y/N. Sweet dreams." he yawned, immediately pulling you close to him, cocooning both your bodies with the large duvet.

"Night H."

~

No.

Nonononono. Fuck!

How could you be so so stupid?

You looked down to see a sleeping Harry with his head buried in the valley of your breasts, arms wrapped around your frame. God, he was so cute looking like this. You had to stop your hand from running through his locks as it was all disheveled on top of him.

Carefully, you roll him over to the side making him plop down on his face— eyebrows twitching for a second before relaxing and snoring again. You sighed in relief, thanking the universe for how much of a heavy sleeper he was.

It was absolutely humiliating having to run around his house absolutely naked, trying to find your underwear before just saying fuck it and wearing his boxers underneath your dress. You decided not to leave a note just because what the fuck would you say?

"Thank you for burying your dick in me🥰🙏"

No. That was just too much for you. And decided on putting some medicine and water on top of his bed side table. You still couldn't believe Harry as in the man who would knit a cardigan for you just because you wanted one and both you and him couldn't afford it— lived like this now.

After doing the walk of shame in front of Harry's security guard at the gates, you walked to your apartment wondering to yourself, "maybe I took some drugs and hallucinated that." and jumped up and down behind your apartment door with a giddy smile.

WARNING: surprise pregnancy

(AN: IDEK HOW TO BREAK IT TO Y/N LIKE DO I WRITE "hey bitch why did you have unprotected sex?!" BARE WITH ME PLS)

"I'll be back with your results, Ms. Y/L/N." Doctor Weener stands up from his seat smiling at you.

It's been weeks since your encounter with Harry and you have started to get concerned with the amount of throwing up you have done, so here you are. You placed your palm on your knees to stop the shaking of it, breathing in deeply-- trying to calm yourself down.

Your head turned at the sound of the doctors shoes padding against the floors. He sits down, placing the papers in front of him and taking of his glasses. "Ms. Y/L/N, are you sexually active?"

You choked on your breath, eyes widening "What?"

Dr. Weener sighs, "When was the last time you had intercourse?"

"I— um... around 2 weeks ago, I'm not sure of the exact date. W-why?"

"Ms. Y/L/N... you're pregnant."

Harry had always hated parties.

But of course being friends with Niall, he couldn't seem to escape it. With a sour look on his face, he started looking around the room for you.

"Niall! You said Y/N would be here!" he shouts through the loud music.

"She said she would come! 'Don't know where she is though!" Niall says with a drunk smirk on his face.

For the past few weeks, you have been hanging out with their little friend group even more. If you asked Niall, he honestly had an attachment with you now. It was like having a little sister.

He thought that Zayn and Harry also thought of you as a sister, but God was he wrong. That was until he saw you and Harry in the hallway, making out. When the both of you saw his presence, both your cheeks immediately heated up before you said goodbye to the both of them in embarrassment.

Now, Niall and Zayn have been teasing Harry to no end about his crush. Also maybe he used your name to get Harry to do things.

"Fine, I'll go tell Y/N about how lazy you are that you won't get me a fucking tissue roll when I'm in the middle of taking a shit Harry! It's not boyfriend material at fucking all!"

This time though, you actually did say you were gonna come. So, Niall of course told Harry so he can finally get out of his bloody room with math papers plastered around the wall. He knew that the only way he would come was if you were gonna come.

"You're useless, y'know that?" he grumbles, leaving immediately. He should've just watched 'Mean Girls' with Zayn at home.

He steps out of the apartment, grabbing his phone. It was absolutely ridiculous that Harry had your number at the very top of his "recent". Actually, it wouldn't be a fair competition since he only had 5 contacts on his phone, but it still counts.

"Hello?" you said at the other end of the line.

"Hi, Y/N." he coughs nervously. God damnit Harry, stop being so nervous.

"Hi Harry."

"Hi... so um, Niall said you're at Liam's party right now? But I can't-- I can't find you anywhere."

"I um-- I decided not to come anymore. I have a big test tomorrow and I really need to study." you let out an exhausted sigh.

"Oh. Uh-- do you need my um help? I can come there right now."

It has been a tradition for you and each of the boys to have a thing. Book clubs for 2 with Zayn on Saturdays, baking with Niall on Fridays and study lessons with Harry on Sundays and Mondays. Harry was actually a good teacher, but most of the time it's just you shipping random characters together.

"Wait, so if Johnny took Addy's cherries, does that mean they had sex? So like Johnny and Addy are friends with benefits? Is that it? Man, I should be a lawyer, 'm so good."

"No, no, 'm fine H. Plus, you should have fun and not be studying all the time, yeah?"

"I really don't mind Y/N. Promise. I also just want to relax now, it's s-scary to be with all these people." he says snapping his eyes away from the woman walking in all fours with a chain attached to her neck while the man was pulling her back.

You let out a loud laugh, "You're scared? 'S just a bunch of people kissing H." you tease.

"And having sex." he adds.

"So what? 'S like porn live."

he shudders, ignoring your comment. "I'm coming to your dorm, okay?"

"Aish, I don't like being your hide out from live porn sir."

"Focus on your reviewer now." he rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "I'll be taking a minute, 'm gonna look for some of my old reviewers from my sophomore year, yeah?"

"Hmkay, be careful please."

"Of course, love,"

~

Harry was really hating himself right now for eating a large meal then running on his way to your dorm.

“Bloody hell, my fucking appendix is killing me. ’Shouldn’t have done tha— what’s wrong?” He immediately stops his complaining when he sees the tears flowing down your eyes as you were hunched over your desk. 

Rushing towards your desk, he cups your cheeks together, wiping your tears away with his thumb before carrying you up so he can be the one sitting down instead and plop you on his lap. “What happened?”

“Nothing. It’s a stupid reason.” you mumble, looking away. 

It was normal for you and Harry to be cuddling now. Whenever you’re watching a movie with him, it’s like it’s impossible for him to be comfortable without having you beside him. 

“Hey, no-- look at me. Anything you’re feeling isn’t stupid, okay? Your feelings matter to me Y/N.”

You sniffle, “It’s just I really don’t understand any of this. This topic makes me feel so stupid.” 

“And that’s okay. I also cry over my homework, which is perfectly normal. No more tears now, okay baby?” 

“Okay.” you gave him a teary smile making his cheeks up even more. Jesus, what are you doing to me Y/N?

He fixes your blanket, making sure that it covers your back as you wrap your arms around his neck— hiding your face in his neck. Your eyes then caught his tote bag placed beside the chair filled with a bunch of books and papers.

“You keep all of your papers?” you gasp in astonishment. 

“Yeah, ‘m giving it to my baby cousins.” he mumbles shyly.

“Wow, that’s so nice of you. ‘M proud.”

He chuckles, “Thank you, I-I want them to have as many resources as they can.” 

“Now you’re just making me feel bad for using these.”

He laughs, “No, it’s fine I can always copy these and print another one.”

“Aish, why can’t I be as responsible as you are?” you groan.

“Maybe it’s because I’m better than you are.” he shrugs teasingly. 

“This is why I don’t say nice things about you.” you huff cuddling closer to him, hearing his chest vibrate as he lets out a loud cackle. 

~

You honestly don’t understand how Harry is still awake at this point and still has the motivation to keep studying. 

But it’s okay because he always gets so cuddly whenever it’s midnight and still up. He’s an actual living grandpa, you swear.

You decided earlier on that after you’re over your whole crying fit and can actually start to listen to Harry, that you should start to change your positions with him and have your back against his chest. 

So that’s how you are right now. And Harry didn’t know whether or not he should be blushing with how close he is to you and that you’re willing to be that close with him or because you were literally seated right on top of his dick. 

He’ll never know.

“H, when is it my turn?” you groan referring to the notes he’s been hogging. 

He looks up at you, his thumb still in his mouth as he uses his saliva to separate the pages. He tilts his head to the side with a confused look before placing his hand on your jaw so you can make eye contact with him and also placing his thumb inside your mouth. 

Your eyes widened at this, as his index finger and pinky kept your lips apart. No way.

“’S that was you wanted?” he asks, pulling his thumb out of your mouth but not before swiping it across your lip. 

You cleared your throat, telling yourself to not freak the fuck out. “I was talking about the notes y-you dumbass!”

“Oh well.” he shrugs with a sly smirk, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back with him as he leans against your reclining chair. 

The both of you sat there, wrapped in each other’s presence. Harry always smelled so good and was so comfy to lean on. You also admired his fashion sense.

With the way, he started to nuzzle against your neck and his arms were cuddling you like a teddy bear. You weren’t sure if you could still continue studying.

“Harryyyyy, let’s study now. You’re making this a lot harder than it’s supposed to be.” you giggle when he started to press kitten like kisses a long your face. 

“Hm... you’re so pretty.” he whispers in your ear before pressing a small peck on your earlobe. 

“Really?” you said in a sarcastic tone. 

“Mhm, the prettiest woman I know.” 

“And you’re the most beautiful man I know.” 

~

Being awake at 4 in the morning is very dangerous. 

Because to a normal person, the way you and Harry were acting was absolutely like you took a shit ton of drugs. A great example would be how Harry is dying because he imagined a spider farting. 

“D-does spiderman fart spiderwebs?”

Another example can be how you are crying over Harry’s shirt  that has a hole in it because the dumbass thought it was fashionable to have ripped up shirts since ripped jeans are a hit. 

“How can you do this to our beloved mother nature?”

And that was only during the first hour of midnight. 

It’s probably safe to say that you and Harry have now transitioned from laughing to crying to horny to back to crying. Right now, it’s probably a mixture of crying and horniness and laughing. 

Harry would disagree with you though. He felt like he’s laughing at everything then he started getting horny with the way you kept shifting against his dick then he wanted to cry because he was horny when he shouldn’t be horny. 

That was the most accurate representation. 

“Give it back!” you huffed, moving upwards Harry’s lap to get your teddy bear he’s been teasing you with. 

“Nope, nope, no. Kissy first.” he fakes his sassy tone with a cheeky smile. 

You roll your eyes playfully, “In your dreams.”

Grinning in triumph, you slumped back in Harry’s lap with your teddy now snuggled in your chest. “Okay, let’s get back to work mister.” 

Fuck. Harry sucked in a breath when you accidently moved  your ass against his dick. Harder this time. 

You looked back on your shoulder with a furrow on your brows. “H? Are you okay?” 

“Shit.” he groaned when you moved again, your hands cupping his face as he closes his eyes. 

It was when you felt something poking you underneath when your eyes widened. “H-Harry is that--”

“Yeah ‘m sorry, just fuck-- don’t do that.” 

Maybe it was the way his voice got deeper and the way he started slurring his words. Or maybe the way his plump lips opened to let out puffs of breath. The way his eyes clenched together with the feeling of your hands touching his skin. But all you knew was that you wanted more of it. 

The feeling, the way Harry looked, it all was so addicting to you. 

But most importantly, maybe it was the way you would hear him mutter “Fuck,” to himself even though you didn’t touch him at all and he’d still be hard for you.

“Do what?” you cooed, your hand had left his face and your head was now thrown back against his shoulder with your eyes turning all soft and doe before moving your hips against his hardened cock.  

Your mouth released a soft moan at the prominent bulge you’ve caused him. The fact that this was all your doing by just sitting on his lap is enough for your stomach to flip over your abdomen. 

“Y/N,” his jaw fell open before he thrusted his hips up to your clothed cunt involuntarily. “Fuck-- didn’t know you were this filthy my love.” he chuckles. 

The flustered and bewildered look was now long gone and turned into a sly smirk. You bit your lower lip with the intense feeling on your lower stomach, and without noticing it, you started grinding down against Harry’s tent on his gray sweatpants. 

“And eager too.” His hand went under the blanket, his index finger trailing along your thigh. His mouth lingers beside your ear, hot breath washing over your skin. 

“Harry...” The way you were whining and aching for him was humiliating at this point. 

However, Harry loved it. Oftentimes, it was you that got him all flustered and was the one that teased him. To see you so submissive to him at the moment was making his embarrassingly hard cock twitch in his pants. 

“My baby’s so needy of me, no?” he cooed, lips dragging along your ear while his hand was possessively placed on your thigh. You nodded, batting your eyelashes at him as your eyes got glossy with impatience. “Shh... I know my love. You want my cock, don’t you baby?” 

“Yes... please.”

“Thought so.” he laughs. Fuck. He was laughing at how pathetic you were, pawing at his body, grinding your pretty cunt against his cock, eyes all teary just because you couldn’t wait for him to fill you up until you were crying at how big he was. And you couldn’t help but get turned on by it. 

You whimpered, when he lifted you off his lap and placed you delicately on the floor, eyes immediately training up to the prominent bulge on his pants. 

“Want it off H.” you whine running your hands up and down his thighs, nails gently scratching his clothed skin. 

“You’re just a little slut, aren’t you Y/N?” He grins at you, hands tangling on your hair before pulling on it making you groan. 

“Yes, yes, only for you H.” you say in a sultry voice. 

He snickers, “Damn right, your pussy is only for me. I own you Y/N. Don’t forget that.” 

The mere thought of anyone else’s hands on you was enough to make Harry fucking crazy. As if a zap of possessiveness sparked through him, he brings his thumb against your lips, tracing the softness of your plump lips making you pucker against his thumb.

A genuine smile appears on Harry’s mouth before he inserts his thumb inside your mouth. “Open up for me, darling.”

Your eyes widened when you realized what he wanted to do before quickly obliging. He uses the hand on your hair to tilt your head up, making sure to maintain eye contact with you as he spits in your mouth earning him a moan from you. 

He delicately taps your cheek, his lips bitten as he watches the way your throat bobs, swallowing his spit. “You like that, huh? Good girl."

“Are you okay with us continuing, Y/N?” He stops his hands from removing his pants, waiting for your answer. 

“Yes. Yes, I’m okay with this. Please touch me, Harry.” 

“Fucking filthy aren’t you?” he chuckles. 

“Mmm...” your eyes followed the way his long fingers grip his sweatpants before swiftly pulling them off. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his erect cock slaps against his lower abdomen, tip leaking with pre-cum. 

Without even noticing it, a cocky smirk formed on Harry’s lip. He leans against the chair as you almost feel your mouth water with the sight of him. “Go on, be a good slut and suck it baby.” 

You didn’t even waste a second before attaching your hand on his fully erect length, a hypnotized look on your eyes. Leaning forward, you ran the tip of your tongue on his slit causing him to let out a breathless moan, fingertips raking through your hair. 

He was so big, you had difficulties trying to fit him entirely in your mouth. You gagged around him when he suddenly pushed your head to take him deeper. With bleary eyes, you whined with his cock inside your mouth. 

“Fucking take it.” he grumbled and started thrusting deep and powerfully. “you like being treated like a fucking whore, huh baby?” he moaned and scratched his nails down my back leaving marks.

This gave you the confidence you needed, slowly circling your tongue on his tongue, tracing it teasingly. “Fuckkkk, so good.” 

Humming, you finally sank your mouth on him. He looked down on you, with his cock encased around your lips. You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you got deeper each time. 

His hold on your hair became tight when you started to slowly slide him into your mouth, allowing him to fuck into your mouth. “God, don’t fucking look at me like that.” he closes his eyes, looking away from you as deep puffs of breaths leave his parted lips. 

You giggled with his cock in your mouth, pulling back a bit only to go deeper. This time your nose swiped against his pelvis, shaking your head around his dick as you choke against him. 

“Ah shit.” he groans, pulling your head back using your hair. “Are you okay baby?” he asks breathlessly. 

“Mhm, are you?” you laugh, mouth still touching the tip of his cock making him shudder. 

“Put that bratty mouth into use will you?” he says in a snappy tone, pulling on the roots of your hair making you moan. “Open.” he commands, obeying quickly as you wrap your mouth around him. 

“Tap my thigh when you need to breathe, okay love?”

“Okay.”

He didn’t waste anymore time, immediately grabbing an amount of your hair and pulling you down on his cock, hands gripping your hair as he uses it as leverage to push your head down on his cock. 

You’ve never had anyone as big as Harry, it was a wonder to you with how he even fits inside of your mouth. Harry steadied your head, as he started to buck his hips upwards to your mouth at a rapid pace. 

Pressed deeply inside your throat, your eyes rolled at the back of your head as Harry started to push your head down to his dick, wanting you to fully go down his length. “Fuckkkkkk,” 

He unclenched one of his hands from the arm of his chair and began to softly stroke your face, wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes as you took him deeper and deeper.

You felt your throat clench against him, as you made a gagging sound, gripping his thigh tightly. With his hands, wrapped around the ends of your hair like he would to a rope, he brings you up to let you breathe. 

“Doing so good, baby.” he cups your cheeks to litter kisses along your face making you let out a ghost of a smile. 

“Hm,” you shrug, spitting on his throbbing cock before going down to the base, trailing your lips along the protruding veins of his hard cock. A smug smirk danced around your lips when you could feel Harry start to shake with the need to cum. 

“Angel-- please make me cum, please.” 

“Am I making you feel good, daddy?”  You decided to test the waters, feeling relieved when Harry thrust his hips down your throat with a groan.

“Oh fuck-- fuck yes, fuck so good pet, so good for me.” his voice shuddered slightly, hands tightly clutching your hair. His hips buckled up without his control when you tried to take as much of him into your mouth as you could, shoving himself down your throat and causing you to sputter around his cock as he groaned loudly. 

“Please cum on my face, daddy.” he moans in response, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he pulls your cock out soo the heavy tip was resting on your parted lips. 

His lower abdomen tenses up as his first shot of cum splatters on your lips and chin. It was so hot to see how aroused you were able to get him and come so intensely. Another bursts of thick, hot cum hits your face and mostly your cheeks. 

“Fuck baby.” he closes his eyes, nose scrunched up as it looked like his lip was gonna bleed with how hard he was biting down on his lip as you licked around your lips, trying not to waste any of his cum. 

You took him back into your mouth, twirling your tongue around him. “You look so pretty like that, my love. With my dick down your throat.” he murmurs, thumb swiping on your cheekbones. 

“Can’t help it, you taste good, H.” 

“Don’t I?” he says in a coy smile, pulling you up to his mouth by your chin. 

“Mhm.” you giggled as Harry slaps your ass before gripping it with his large hands. 

He moans at the taste of him inside your mouth, his tongue inserting inside your mouth with urgency. He pulls away with his lips rolled inside of his mouth, “Hm, I do taste good.” 

You rolled your eyes, diving back in— missing the feeling of his lips on yours. 

Harry snickers, pulling his head back as he blocks your lips with his index finger. “That’s enough.” 

“Harry--” you start to whine. 

“Be a good girl and take off your pants.” He whispers to your ear as he turns you around while he uses his other hand to slip the condom on his length. 

You whimper, the ache between your legs becoming more prominent. Taking your time in sliding off your pajamas, Harry smacks your behind with impatience. “Don’t fucking tease me, Y/N.”

“Yes daddy,” you say breathlessly, kicking the pajama off of your feet. 

He wraps his arm around your waist, before pulling you back down to sit on his fully erect cock with your back against his chest. “Oh fuck,” he mutters under his breath. 

"Don't—don't move for a while Y/N. Just let me, shit, feel you for a second." He says as his cock pulses inside of you, your head nodding subconsciously. 

You gasped in surprise before your head laid itself against Harry’s shoulder, walls clenching around him."Harry...” you squeaked breathlessly.

“Does it hurt, baby? Shh… look at me, just relax, yeah?” he whispers, lips attaching against the side of your head as he moves closer to your desk.

“’M so full H.” you whine, squirming on top of him to relieve the ache.

“Do I make you feel good, baby?” he brushes his swollen lips on your cheek, as the most condescending smirk was plastered on his face the whole time , watching you wince and wither as you take him inch by inch. 

“So good.” you whimper, your walls desperately trying to adjust to his size, feeling him stretch you out. 

He leans forward to grab the pencil and worksheets with shaky hands, placing it in front of you. “Try and solve this one darling.”

You helplessly nod, hearing Harry chuckle to himself as he lays his chin on your shoulder, breath hitting your neck making you shudder. 

Harry felt so good inside of you to the point where you felt like your brain couldn’t even function with how overwhelmed you were. You slowly circled your hips, startled when you heard the sound of paper ripping as Harry fisted one of his scratch papers against the table. “Please give me a hint?”

He then starts talking your ear off about how to solve it but to you, it was all just a bunch of numbers with letters. Why does math even have letters? 

Mindlessly grinding your hips onto his, you didn’t even notice what you were doing until you heard a gasp from Harry making you look back to see him tugging on his lip bitten in between his teeth and eyes clenched shut. 

You hummed happily, snuggling yourself deeper into Harry’s embrace before lifting yourself a bit, only to slam back down. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, Y/N.” 

“I know.” you say in a sultry voice, kissing his stiff jaw line as you lay your head against his shoulder whilst his hands skillfully massages your breasts, circling your nipples against his feather-like touches before he pinches them between his two fingers. 

He wraps a protective arm around your waist, encouraging you to keep going. You sighed in contentment as he pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose, his hips involuntarily bucking up to your ass. “Fuck me Y/N.”

Heaving up your hips, you slowly sink yourself down on his cock, getting caught off guard when Harry huffs in frustration before he jerks his hips— slamming himself into you causing you to lean forward from the impact. 

“Tightest fucking pussy ‘ve ever felt.” he places two hands on your waist before man-handling you to fuck into his length. 

“Oh fuck!” you mewled, as your entire body rocked with the way Harry was lifting you up and down on his cock. 

“You feel so good angel.” he mumbles to your ear, momentarily nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck— as if his cock wasn’t buried deep inside your stomach. 

“You’re so big,” you whine, mouth chasing his as he tickles the skin of your neck with his hair. “Kiss me please.”

Harry hides the massive smile forming on his lips into your neck. Damn it, even when he’s fucking you, you could still make him blush like a schoolboy. 

“We need a fucking safe word, darling— won’t stop when you say so.”

“Potter.” you breathe out.

“Stop bringing Potter in while I’m fucking you, a proper humbling experience.” he murmurs on your neck making you giggle softly. “Maybe just have to fuck you harder, huh darling?” His thrusts immediately picked up it’s pace as he pushed into you deeper, your cunt clamping down on him.

“My baby’s so spoiled…” he lightly giggles, moving his mouth to circle his tongue around yours as soft breathy moans escape the both of you. 

You started taking control, moving faster on top of him and rolling your hips roughly with his. 

Pushing your back so your chest was against the table, Harry gripped your hips tightly to grind on his cockin a rapid pace. “Oh, Oh!”

“That's my girl— feels so fucking good.”  He messily kisses your neck, marking you up while you pant heavily, the pleasure taking over your senses. 

“Oh my god,” you moan out, your cunt squeezing him tightly. He continues to snap his hips up, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot making you tremble in his hold. 

“Holy fuck.” He pushes you even deeper on the table making you gasp as he pulls on the ends of your hair so you were making eye contact with him. “You look so pretty, my love.” 

Your eyes closed shut as he pounded into you, your legs shaking—feeling him buried deeply inside your stomach. 

A whine left your mouth, his cock pulling out of you. “No, no, please get back in me, daddy. Please.” 

He huskily chuckles, mouth forming into a smug smirk. “Such a whore, aren’t you baby?” 

His deep voice never fails to get to you, “Please H.” He turns you around, your mouth releasing a small squeak, your pussy getting more drenched with the way he manhandles you. 

“Beg for it.” he whispers against your ear, your lips wrapped around his tip before he pulls out and traces your entire cunt. 

You almost cried at his words, your cunt desperately wanting him. “Need to feel you.” you breathe, hips trying to take his dick inside of you making Harry snicker. “Please daddy.” you bat your eyelashes at him, eyes wide and teary. 

Damn you honestly Y/N Y/L/N. 

He drives his hips forward in one quick, hard push, bottoming out inside of you. The sudden fullness makes your jaw drop into an ‘O’, a loud scream of his name flying from your lips.

“Fuck princess, your pussy is so tight.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut as he stills inside of you, savoring the feeling of your soaked, puffy pussy all wrapped around him.

“God, please move,” you were so full, his cock stretching you beyond any other man ever had, his balls resting firmly against your other hole, your wetness coating you both.

He pulls out until only his thick head remains nestled inside of your hole before diving back in, your walls squeezing around him so tight that he can barely breathe. 

“You like this? You like the feel of my cock inside of you?” His dirty talking in that voice of his was driving you wild, and you could only moan in response. You now had one hand splayed over his back and the other on the back of his neck as you clung to him.

“Fuck! H, ‘s too big,” you gasped, the change of position allowed you to take Harry deeper as you were fully sat down on his length, his hands on your hips so you stay there. 

“Fucking take it.”  He groans, the warmth of your pussy making his head hazy.

“So fucking tight.” He praises, cock ramming into you to the point where your boobs were bouncing on his face, your head thrown back as you arch your back to him. You start to get dizzy from the sensation, eyelashes fluttering open to peer back at him looking as beautiful as ever. His mouth slightly agape, purple bruises were scattered around his neck, lips swollen and bitten and his tattoos peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Your back arches into him as he rams in aimlessly, his tip hitting all the right spots, fully buried inside of you.

“‘S my baby gonna cum? Hm? Fuck–feel you squeezing me princess, such a pretty fucking pussy.” he breathed out as you moaned out in pure pleasure, feeling his cock reach the deepest places inside you. 

“My love, so pretty like this, ‘m cock fully fucking inside your tight little hole.” He grunts, filling you up to the brim so effortlessly . 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease— ‘need to cum daddy, please make me cum.” a pained little whimper escaped your throat, your pussy hugging him in a vice-like grip when he was buried balls deep inside you.

“Needy fucking whore.” he chuckles, placing his large hand over your throat, putting pressure on it to show off his dominance over you. “Go on, soak my cock with your cum Y/N.”

Cockdrunk, you nodded, not expecting Harry to squeeze your throat as you soaked his thick cock with your sweet arousal. The room was filled with your soft whines and moans and the sound of your wetness. Stars filled your vision as you came on his cock.

“Daddy,” you whispered out pathetically—the feeling was so good that you couldn’t do anything but moan.  He moved his free hand to reach between the two of you and to rub your clit.  

“Louder.” He groaned in your ear, rubbing your clit vigorously, your cum spreading all around his thighs. 

“Harry… FUCK!” you screamed as tears filled your eyes from the pleasure, his thrusts never stopping and fucking you through your high before he stopped letting you catch your breath.

He presses kisses on the side of your face, as your walls never stopped clenching around him. “So fucking beautiful.”

You slowly opened your eyes, to see a small smirk dancing on his lips. Using his thumb to massage your under eyes, he whispers; “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” you giggled, pecking his lips softly before pulling back to see Harry smiling at you adoringly. 

“Can I get another kiss?” he asks, voice above a whisper as he chases after your lips. 

“Maybe.” you hummed, leaning forward again to give him a proper kiss. Harry immediately obliges, his lips pushing your lips open to slide his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands found their way back into his hair, his tongue moving against yours almost as if he was hungry for the taste of you. 

He then abruptly stood up, his cock still buried inside of you before he plops the both of you on your bed. He pulls out of you, taking his cock out as it slaps against his lower abdomen. Your orgasm clearly coated his length. He pulls your hair, earning a squeal from you as you come face to face with the fully erect cock, kneeling in front of him. “Clean my cock off, baby.”

You moaned, your cunt drenching again at his words. You start to lick every cum off of him while I can feel his warm hand trailing over your thigh before cupping your soaked cunt. “Shit. You’re so fucking wet, darling.”

“Oh,” you gasped, his two fingers entering you without warning. 

He spreads your puffy folds apart, dragging the pad of his thumb up your soaking wet slit. “Shit...”you felt his cock inside of your mouth twitch at this. 

“Such a fucking slut, aren’t you darling?” He jeers, as his fingers plunge in and out into your warm hole. “Fuck– I need to be inside of you.” he groans, lapping his tongue on his fingers that was inside of you.  

You both panted as he slowly slid out of your throat , picking you up and pushing you to lay on your back, guiding your legs to wrap around his head before slipping his cock back into you much deeper this time.

Both of his hands settled themselves at your hips, pulling out slowly to his tip before tugging your body down to meet his upward thrusts at a brutal, mind-numbing pace. He leaned forward as he did so, nosing at your throat and sponging kisses to the curve of your throat and breasts. “Fuck, pretty girl. Just can’t get enough of you. Fuckin’ feels like heaven.” 

His words were punctuated by his thrusts, which were now rougher and deeper, setting an overwhelming sensation on your lower abdomen. The dirty talking in that voice of his was driving you wild, in combination with how rough his thrusts were, you nearly came right there. Again. 

“P-please don’t stop.” you couldn’t help the pathetic moan when he suddenly grabbed your hair forcefully taking your head back and pressing his lips against your ear, never slowing down his thrusts.

“God damn it, Y/N.” He moaned, applying more pressure on your neck. His tip was continuously hitting your g-spot, making you scream out in pleasure. “My love’s taking me so fucking good.”

Harry gripped your hips to keep them still, you were sure it would leave a mark, and pounded into you over and over, you could feel yourself reaching the release you are dying for. The overwhelming pleasure you were feeling was something you’ve never felt before. It was insane how much power he had over you to the point where you couldn’t control your moans.

You started to throw your pelvis against his, meeting his thrusts as he let out a deep and long moan. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Tears were now forming in your eyes as the pleasure was overwhelming for you having cum 2 times tonight with no breaks already. Maybe it was wrong to enjoy the way Harry was fucking into you even though you were just coming down from your previous high, but the pleasure was taking over your body to care too much.

He pounded into you so hard that the bed shook, Harry groaning at the tightness of your cunt. He’s been wanting you for so long, it felt like he was floating. He couldn’t stay away from you anymore. Not after tonight.  He wanted to wreck you till you couldn’t walk anymore,  for everyone to know who did that to you. Harry wanted you to want him so badly and no one else, the same way he felt towards you.

This took you by surprise, gasping out loud as Harry groaned and gripped on your hips tighter, using your body to move up on his cock. “Holy—daddy!” sharp nails digging down his back, Harry’s head rolling on its own accord as tears poured out of your eyes. 

“Yes, fuck… my good girl.” his voice was completely wrecked and similar to what he sounded like in the morning, you could tell he was getting closer as his words became more filthy. You were too, the coil in your lower belly tightening more and more with every word he spoke. 

“Mine. You belong to me, Y/N.'' His voice got lower and deeper with every syllable pronounced, if that's even possible, sucking and nipping love bites on your collarbones and neck— marking you his.  You moaned at that, the thought of being claimed by him had you clenching around his cock as he continued to pound into you, your back arching to him. 

 “I want to hear you say it, Y/N.” He pulled your hair and forced you to look at him, his piercing green eyes seemingly glowing in the dark. Your legs were shaking, as his thrusts continued. “Say it.”

“Y-yours.” 

“Fuck. Go on, cum for me.” Despite his commanding tone, you could fully see the dimpled grin and twinkling eyes formed on his features, sending more excitement down to your core. 

Your legs shake violently as you gush all over his pelvis, every slam of his hips splashing the thick white ropes onto the sheets. “Oh fuck, yesyesyes, fuck!”, you said as you came the hardest you ever cam, you felt like you were about to pass out from the pleasure—your body overstimulated with him still fucking you. 

His hips pressing against your core, your legs circle around his torso as he begins to cum, white hot spurts painting your insides white. The white ropes or arousal compliment his muscular torso as his abs flex from pleasure, and his dimple is prominent with how hard he was clenching his jaw. 

Nuzzling his face into your neck, he started emptying his cock into your tight walls slowly, just enjoying the feeling of your pussy gripping him. 

END OF SMUT PEOPLE ~

To many, the aftermath of fucking a person was very awkward. And for a while Harry feared that. 

He was worried that he was too rough on you and that this completely ruined your friendship or whatever it was. But as soon as he collapsed beside you, you immediately started laughing, your face going red. 

“What?” he asks, a small smile tugging on his lips. 

“This is just cliché is all.” you shake your head, pulling your duvet close to your body.

“Cliché? How come?”  

“Well Mr. I’ll help you study, one moment you were talking all smart with me and the next thing I know I'm literally sucking your dick! It’s in every porn I watch, like did you plan this? Where’s the camera?” you tease, pretending to look around the room for the “camera.”

“And for one moment I was scared you’d kick me out!” 

“Oh yeah, forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me, now get out.” you nudge your head towards the door, laughing loudly when the smile falls from his face visibly. “I’m joking!”

“Don't joke about that.” he huffs, embarrassed that his face was so red. 

You only giggled, throwing an arm across his torso, nuzzling your face against his bicep. “Did I tire you out?”

Rolling your eyes, you reached for a pillow before chucking it on his face. “No shit sherlock.”

“What? I’m just asking.” he smiles contently before stuffing his thigh on your core which you immediately wince at.

“Nuh uh, get your thigh out of there please. I’m telling you this pussy is going to hibernate.” 

The entire room was filled with Harry’s cackles, tears escaping his eyes. “Oi, stop that, ‘m trying to sleep.”

“‘M sorry, my love, I’ll leave you and your pussy to hibernate now.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his thigh still pressing on your sensitive cunt. 

It was the nickname that always gets you, a shiver runs down your spine at his husky voice as he traces a finger down your back, drawing random shapes. 

“H…" you mutter, voice unusually low. 

"Hm?" 

"Do you—did you mean what you said earlier?" damn it, stop being so shy Y/N. He was literally inside of you 5 minutes ago. 

"I said a lot of things earlier," he chuckles. 

"No—when you said that I belonged to you? I know that was probably just the dick talking but-" 

"I meant it." 

Your eyes widened in surprise, "W-what?" 

"I don't think I can handle just being your friend anymore. I like you, Y/N. A lot." 

"Oh." 

No one has really confessed to you ever. For a long time it really bothered you and you've tried to change yourself. But now, you figured it didn't really matter. 

Well that was a lie, you really just tell yourself that you can be ugly now so when you get older you'll somehow have this massive glow up. 

"Say something. Please." Harry snaps you away from your thoughts, his bambi-like eyes staring into you intensely. 

You only stared at him, your head screaming for you to open your mouth and say anything but you only stared at him unable to form words without making it so obnoxious. 

Harry but his lip as his eyes started to gloss over. He’s never felt so stupid before. “I um— I think ‘m gonna go now. Goodluck on your test.” 

“Hey.” you stopped him, your smaller hand clasping his hand. Harry’s eyes diverted from the sweatpants on the floor to your hand tangled with his. “I like you too. A lot.” 

“Really?”

“Really, really.” Before you could even make out another word, you were tackled down to the bed by Harry’s large body. His arms hugging your neck, savoring your scent . 

“Thank you for liking me.” 

“Yeah, yeah don’t get used to it. This is a once in a lifetime occasion.” you tease, your hand going to his head to cradle him. 

~

It took Harry approximately 1 hour until he finally fell asleep. And although you were sleeping like a baby beside him, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of joy just looking at you. 

He then woke up again with his cock painfully hard. He’s guessing it’s from the way your butt was directly against him. What was ever worse was that you were both naked.

“For fucks sake,” he felt frustrated with himself. You were sleeping so peacefully and yet here he was wanting nothing more than to thrust himself inside of you. 

You rolled your eyes, hearing his staggered breathing when you tested the waters and pushed your ass closer to him. “Fuck me.” he mutters underneath his breath, his hand tightly gripping your hip. 

Taking matter into your own hands, you grabbed his cock and inserted him in your sensitive core making your let out a deep sigh. 

“Now go to sleep, H.” you murmured sleepily. 

“Gonna keep you stuffed full, even when you wake up princess.” he lowly whispers to your ear, biting your earlobe before sliding his arm to your front, massaging your breasts. The other hand cups your core, not doing anything but keeping his hand still.

You hold back a moan, as kisses are pressed against your back. “You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine.”

//

BAHAHAHA i was searching for a manga to read and found this. Anyways here’s the inspo. 

So much for studying.

You fold the paper little by little while he felt himself go fond of you. Grabbing your pen with blue sparkly ink, you write a little note before tossing it to him— the paper accidentally hitting him on the forehead making you cover your mouth out of pure shock. The man only sits there with his mouth agape. You start laughing behind your hand while he snickers at you.

Inside the folded up paper read; "I'm Y/n. What's your name?"

He bites the inside of his cheek to contain his smile and grabbed his pink sparkly inked pen and started writing his response. You found it cute with how he had his tongue sticking a little when he focused.

He then stood up making your eyes widen, he started walking towards the bookshelf behind you and grabbed the 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' and putting it in your table making you smile.

As he sat down on the seat his shows his finger, and your cheeks heated as you saw the paper ring now in his ring finger.

"Potter?" you mouthed, referring to his name.

He smacked his forehead with his palm making you roll your eyes teasingly. "Harry?" you try again.

"Finally." He exaggerates making you chuckle. He then just stares at you with his face in your hand, with a little smile in his face.

Deciding to make a bold move, you put all your supplies on your bag and stood up to go over to Harry's table.

But as you looked up you saw a woman come up to Harry and placed a kiss on his cheeks while Harry placed a hand on her hip. You saw her giggle lightly when he squeezed her hip.

Oh.

"Never again." You shook your head to yourself, and turned around in the direction of the exit door.

This caught the attention of Harry though. As he diverted his eyes to your seat and realized that you were in front of him with the look of playfulness gone and replaced with a dumbfounded emotion Harry started panicking.

So standing up from the seat and excusing his partner for the project he tried catching up to you. But as the cold wind hits his face, he just saw a crowd hustling to get to classes and none of you.

He sighs out of frustration and runs a hand through his face.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to take of the paper ring in his finger. And that night, he slept with 3 pillows aligned vertically to look like a body and cuddles close to it. With the ring resting on his finger and brain imagining the pillow as her body to cuddle with, Harry felt asleep that night feeling an unsettling feeling with the thought of never seeing Y/N again.

~

Growing up, you never got to do the High School experience to it's full potential. You and your best friend always joked that if you didn't get the high school love story like in the books and movies, you wanted a refund with your life.

Well here you are, never had the high school love story or any love story at that, you've never held anyone's hand romantically or had the attention of someone, you’ve never even had someone take you out on dates!

So often times, you found comfort in books. Whenever you felt an overwhelming amount of loneliness and dissatisfaction with your life, you would find yourself daydreaming or tucked behind a book.

Your best friend also said that reading books for fun was another reason why the both of you were so alone.

Now that she moved to Europe for her college (and also to find an insanely hot love interest there) and you weren't really the best person at making friends, books was now your full time friend.

"Ah, there's my favorite customer!" Mrs. Blue greeted with her usual comforting smile.

The "Beachwood Books" is your favorite library, ever. It's owned by this  2 two old couple and they decided to start the bookstore when all their kids went to college.

You always felt comforted there, as it felt like visiting two book characters who grew old together.

"Hi! How are you!" you beamed at her, picking up Ron— their little Scottish fold cat— and started petting her.

"I'm alright, darling. How—"

"Honey have you seen my glasses?!" Mr. Blue appears from the door with squinted eyes and a grumpy frown on his lips.

"Aish old man, it's on your hair." His wife only laughs, shaking her head as she settles his glasses on top of his nose.

"Thank you, my love." he pecks her cheek before looking up to meet your fond eyes. "Goodness! You scared me Y/N!"

"Oh man, you really hurt my heart Mr. Blue. I thought I looked quite good today, don't I Mrs. Blue?" you popped your hip to the side with an obnoxious smolder.

"Of course you do! Don't mind him he's just a hater." Mrs. Blue pokes her tongue at her pouting husband.

"Why is it always me being bullied." he whines, clinging to Mrs. Blue. "Oh! I arranged a few of Mrs. Blue and I's  favorites today at the book shelf right there for you."

"Thank you! I knew you love me!" you smiled cheekily at him.

"I'd rather stick my head at a bag of eels." He mutters at you making you and Mrs. Blue laugh.

"Rude!" you exclaimed with a playful offended face.

~

During Saturday nights, you're always sat at the seat beside the window.

You watch as some people come and go, couples picking out books for each other, families filling the room with joyous laughter, and a individuals sitting beside you and before you know it, they're crying over a book.

You loved those individuals.

People watching. That's who you are in the society.

Tonight was a fairly peaceful night, with you and Ron the only people (cat) in the store while Mr and Mrs. Blue was on a call with their kids.

The bell of the door suddenly jingles but you pay no mind to it, absolutely immersed in the book.

"Hi, I'm looking for this biography— 's for my class." a deep and raspy voice says to Mrs. Blue.

"Hold on dear, let me get my glasses. Getting quite old."

You hear him chuckle. "It's no problem."

You finally looked up, suddenly interested on the person.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your eye sockets when you saw who was standing there.

No way.

No fucking way.

It was Harry.

The one at the library!

For some reasons, your initial reaction was to immediately run out of your seat and hide behind one of the bookshelves. Your heart was pounding against your chest as you tried to catch your breathing.

"Do you mind if I look around for a bit?" you hear him rasp making your eyes widen.

"Not at all, darling!"

The sound of his shoes hitting the hardwood floor was making your hands sweat. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw his body on the other side of the shelf but that wasn't what made you flustered no.

It was that bloody paper ring on his finger.

Your hand immediately covered your mouth when you let out a gasp, maybe a little too loud. As you run away from that bookshelf you hit a wall.

A fucking person. Not a wall.

A person that was what you bumped to.

As your nose was buried to that person's chest you immediately backed off, looking up to meet green piercing eyes focused on you with furrowed brows.

"Hi." you squeaked out with red cheeks.

"Hi Y/N."

"Hey! You remember my name!" you beamed up at him.

Harry felt like kicking himself. Is he sounding too excited and desperate right now?

"It's a pretty name." he mumbles sheepishly.

"Oh! Thank you, I um— I like your hair? It looks nice when it's tied up. Reminds me of my mom." Shit. Shitshitshitshit. 

“In a good way I mean! Like a hot mum, like hot and cute. Not that I’m saying my mum is hot, I mean she is, she’s my mom! But that's weird to say about your mom and--”

“So you think I’m cute? And--and hot?” He said with rosy cheeks and a sly smile dancing on his mouth.  [the gif earlier is what i mean yasss]

You don’t understand how someone can look so flustered and cocky at the same time.

“Out of all the words I said that’s what you remembered?!” you groan, hearing Harry chuckle to himself. 

“Mhm, would appreciate it if you would repeat it actually.” 

“Okay now you’re just a butthole.” 

“A butthole?” he was now full on laughing. “Sounds like some extreme BDSM shit to me.”

“I was trying not to cuss!” you huffed, crossing your arms to your chest. “I’m leaving, you’re being a bully.”

As soon as you turned your back on him, he immediately grasped your waist, pulling you back to him. “Hey now... Don’t be a butthole, ‘m having fun talking to you.” 

Your cheeks heated up with the contact on your waist. You looked down on his arm wrapped around your waist, before Harry pulled his hand away and muttered a small “Sorry.”

Clearing your throat you immediately went on to say, “I knew you’d miss me.”

“Psh, please Y/N.” He rolls his eyes. 

You giggled quietly, staring up at him with a smile. Harry had to hold back his hands from cupping your face and kiss you all over. 

Before you could speak, you hear the bell ring— making you and Harry look towards the counter where Mrs. Blue was standing. “I’ve got your book now, darling.”

You looked back to Harry when you noticed he was still staring at you. Slightly nudging his hand, you said “Hey. Mrs. Blue has your book now.”

Snapping out of it, Harry cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Oh god she must think I’m some creep now. “Oh! Yeah-- thanks.”

You only chuckled, waving him off, “You’re welcome. Now go.”

As Harry trudges over the counter, you smiled to yourself, feeling an overwhelming amount of happiness. 

That may or may not be the first time someone actually noticed you. 

You shook your head to yourself, composing yourself together. You gathered all of your things and all of the books you wanted to buy. 

Harry was at the middle of paying when you approached them, God, he had massive biceps. “Are these all you wanted to buy, babe?” Mrs. Blue asks with a smile. 

“Yeah, this is all.” you returned her grin. 

Looking over to Harry’s pile of books, you snickered at him. “A biography, history books and self-help books? Really?” 

“Hey, don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” he bumps his hips with yours with a cheeky grin. “Plus, what’s wrong with self-help books? ‘S like therapy.”

“You can get therapy by crying over romance books.” you defend but Harry only rolls his eyes at you. 

You both thank Mrs. Blue as she hands your purchased books. “Hey, do you ever ship Einstein and Van Gogh when you read those books of yours?”

“What?” 

“Well I just don’t get how you could genuinely enjoy a book without some love in the air.” 

“You’re unbelievable you know that?”

“I think it’s just because I’m insanely amazing but sure. Unbelievably amazing works too.”

“ ‘Unbelievably amazing’ my ass.” he playfully scoffs at you, as he opens the door for the both of you. 

“It’s not my fault you’re some abnormal little shit who reads history books like for what!” you laugh as you rant to him. 

“For knowledge!” 

“No wonder you need self- help books.”

“Hey!” he pouts at you, abruptly stopping. 

“Okay fine, I’m sorry. I love your choice of literature.”  

“That’s better.” 

The both of you were stood outside of the shop, smiling to each other like an idiot. 

“My friend invited me to go to this book festival thing tomorrow. I was wondering if you’d like to come?” 

“Hm, I don't know... spending an entire day with you and your fantastic choice of books is just a little too intimidating for me.” you tease.

“Y/N!”

“Sorry, Sorry, Sorry. Won’t happen again. Promise.” you laugh, but Harry only narrows his eyes at you— knowing fully well you won’t stop teasing him. 

“I guess I can fit something into my schedule. ‘M a very busy woman.” 

“Of course, you are.” he teases back. “I’ll pick you up after classes if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Here, can you um--” Get your shit together and stop sweating so much, Harry Styles. “Put your number in? Or maybe I’ll just put my number in your phone if you’d-- you’d prefer that?”

“Let’ just both do it, how about that?” you bit your lower lip to suppress the smile that was threatening to escape. 

He nods, reaching for his phone before handing it to you and you doing the same. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” he tried to push back the worry that maybe something would happen to you as you walk alone at night. 

“Unfortunately.” you playfully sigh heavily making Harry huff out a laugh. “Bye Potter!” 

He rolls his eyes at you but you only giggle at him. He was so easy to annoy, it was so cute. 

“Bye, take care, okay?”

“Of course.”

~

You’ve tried an estimated amount of 10 outfits already, and you’re still not ready. 

 The amount of nervousness you’re feeling at the moment is fucking ridiculous. You’re so scared to make a fool out of yourself and be a laughing stock—especially that you’re gonna be there with Harry’s friends. 

You groaned, closing your eyes for a moment. Who allowed picking out outfits to shop for books be so stressful? 

You decided to just grab the most comfortable outfit and the one you liked the most and settle for that. 

Sitting in class for 5 hours, was torture to say the least. Not only was it completely boring and uninteresting with most of the professors being insanely clever but shit at teaching— the mixture of excitement and nervousness kept bubbling on your tummy. 

Which was why when you walked out of your last class, it felt like you could do a bunch of backflips with how happy you were to get out.  

Harry (Not Potter)

                                               hiiii

                                               just got out of class. 

                                              where should we meet up?

hey, i’m at the parking. 

                                             see you there. 

try not to trip.

                                            what?

nothing, be careful

please

                                            you better not pop out of nowhere to push me or                                                   something, Harry. 

you’ll never know.

You roll your eyes, laughing lightly. God, is this how all of Hilary Duff’s movie felt like from her point of view?

When the cold wind hits your face, you immediately look up to see a yellow Volkswagen beetle with the top down waiting for you. 

You giggled to yourself at the look of Harry all cramped up to the small car, with an annoyed look on his face as there was a bunch of flowers at the trunk. 

“Hi!” you greet, waving at them, managing to finally catch Harry’s attention. 

A small smile immediately appeared on Harry’s lips as he watches the way your mouth curves so delicately. He loved the way you smiled. 

The man in the passenger seat with raven hair and a brown sweater gets out for you to be able to get in the back. “I’m Zayn. ‘S nice to meet you.”

“Y/N. I like your sweater.” you beam up at him earning him a small shy smile.

“Thank you, it’s my favorite one.” 

Before you could reply, a blonde with the most blue eyes you’ve ever seen interrupts you both. “Oi! Don’t hog her Z. ‘M Niall, the best one of them all obvi.”

“Oh absolutely.” you agree with him with a chuckle. 

“Get in then! C’mon!” he ushers you, quickly obliging and climbed at the back of the car with Harry. “Sorry you get stuck with Mr. Grumpy, Y/N.”

You sigh playfully, “I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t give me a better seat but I think I’ll manage.”

“Awful lot the both of you.” Harry bickers, eyebrows furrowing at you and Niall. 

“Aish, and you’d think giving him the seat he wanted would make him less rude.” Niall mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“You wanted to sit beside me?” you asked him, voice in a whisper. 

“Psh, n-no. I just didn’t want to be seated beside those Niall. “

“Oh.”

“Liar! In your exact words, “Niall if you- if you,” Zayn help me out here man.” he grunts in frustration. 

He clears his throat teasingly, mocking Harry’s deep and posh voice. “’If one of you take my seat in the back, I swear to God I will throw those Nintendo of yours.” A little bit extreme if you ask me.” 

“Mhm, mhm, I agree Zayn. And who would do such cruelty if you didn’t wanted to sit beside the amazing Y/N? Like no one.” 

“Man, where did you get so smart Ni?” Zayn says in a monotone voice, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Oh fuck off.” Harry huffs.

“When he’s grumpy and rude? We really hit the gold mine of best friend here Z.”

You and Zayn only cackle, enjoying the bickering of the two. 

~

As the car nears the place, Zayn’s excitement was now in the maximum level of visibility. 

He was the one that invited the boys to go there. Throughout the car ride, you’ve really connected with Zayn. You know that feeling of meeting a member of the same fandom you’re in? That was how it felt like with Zayn. 

It was a bliss talking to him about all of the books you’ve read, only to find out that he had also read it. Or getting a bunch of new recommendations from him and you doing the same. It’s nice to have a friend. 

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. They just said they had the sequel of “Harry’s Bitch” here!” Zayn loops his arm around your hand, jumping up and down with you. 

“No way! I’ve been looking for that for fucking months!”

“See aren’t you glad Harry here introduced you to me? It’s like he’s our personal cupid.” He wiggles his eyebrow to you and Harry. 

“Were a match made in heaven.” you tease back.

“Um duh? Of course we are.” 

When you reached the entrance, Zayn immediately skipped his way to the shelves before the gets left with all of the shitty books. 

You were behind him, before you get tucked back by Harry. 

Furrowing your brows you looked back to see Harry standing there with a frown on his face. “What’s wrong?” 

“You’re not paying attention to me.”

Oh my god. 

“Oh?”

“Mhm. ‘S supposed to be our day, and Z’s stealing your attention already. I don’t like it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous Mr. Styles.” you laugh. 

“I’m not the jealous type.” he rasps, entangling his hands with yours before pulling you close to his chest.

“Sureee...” 

“H! Y/N! Let’s go!” Niall calls out to the both of you. 

“Coming!” you shout back before tugging on Harry’s hand that was entwined with yours. 

“I swear if I get stuck with the shitty books, ‘s gonna be your fault mister.”

~

You giggle quietly as you show the book with the title, “You Look Like My Mum.”

Harry gasps in exaggeration, bringing up the book “But, Hot.”

Covering your mouth to prevent the loud laugh that was about to escape, you scanned the shelf for more books before deciding on, “Not Reallyyyy...”

“Ugh, I’ve read that book and I hated it. Don’t buy it, Y/N.” Zayn murmurs beside you and you only nod before lifting it up for Harry to see.

Since Zayn had pretty much stolen you from Harry’s grasp, Harry thought of ways to still talk to you without Zayn noticing. It wasn’t because Zayn would kill you or anything, it was just fun. 

You swear you almost peed your pants when Harry lifted up the, “Sex For Dummies.” book before mouthing. “Why is this in the kids section?”

Shrugging your shoulder colly, you subtly showed him the “Why Pubic Hair?” book. 

“I’m starting to doubt your taste in books, Y/N.” Zayn playfully narrows his eyes at you. 

“It’s called expanding my taste, thank you very much.”

“For pubic hair?!”

~

“Bye! I love you!” You wave out to Zayn, as Niall drops you and Harry off to your dorm.

Niall, Zayn and Harry are both juniors apparently and all live in the same apartment outside of the campus. 

Harry didn’t want you to walk alone at night this time so he offered to accompany you on your way to your dorm. 

“Thank you for doing this for me.” you mutter, thanking the universe with how dark it is so he doesn't see how red your cheeks are.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” he smiles, hands in his pockets. 

“I don’t know, all of this just seems so good to be true you know? Like these are the things I read and it’s insane how I’m experiencing it.” 

“Are you saying I’m too good to be true?” 

“And you say I’m the unbelievable one.” you let out a breathy laugh. 

“But on a serious note, thank you really. This is probably the most human interaction I’ve had for a while now and it was surprisingly fun.” you say with a dreamy sigh. 

Your knees almost buckled when he suddenly stops, hands reaching for yours. “I’m happy you had fun.” he starts. “...Even if you weren’t by my side the whole time.”

“You seriously can’t be mad about that!” you cackle loudly, eyes crinkling at the sides. 

“Yes I can.” he huffs. “But you’re lucky I’m not. ‘S just not fair he got you for hours and I get like 3 minutes. I wanted to hang out with you the whole day.”

“Okay how about this, you can go to my dorm and we can do a bunch of hanging out so everyone’s happy.”

A big smile immediately replaced Harry’s pouty frown. “Ugh, fine I guess. But only because you’re begging me to.”

You gasp, “The nerve!”

Truth be told, you and Harry hang out. It really mostly consisted of Harry just adoring your pet bunny named Penguin, and you trying your best to separate the two so you can actually have quality time.

Of course, it didn’t really work out so you and Harry had to go out and buy some shitty food at the convenience store. And biked around the campus. 

It was a definite adventure since Harry kept on telling you about the “horror stories of Yale”. 

To say that you were a bit paranoid upon walking back to your dorm without Harry was an understatement. That bastard you swear.

Now that you finally reached your room, you plopped down on the bed, feeling something on your pocket. Furrowing your brows, you stood up to find a yellow tulip. 

Your eyes widened, before jumping back to your bed and squealing on your pillow.

ohmygodohmygod

Harry (Not Potter)

Y/N = 0 

Harry = 1

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I HATE THE WORD GIGGLE BUT I CANT THINK OF OTHER WORDS THAN CHUCKLE AND LAUGH AHHHHHHHH IM SO MAD

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@goldenhaz 

Lately, Harry has been working himself to the max— eager to succeed in his work. Your senior year of college has just began whilst Harry had already graduated recently, he didn't give himself any time to spare and immediately went to work.

While Harry has spent his days at his office, you have asked Mr. and Mrs. Blue to work for their library café.

To say the least, you've been struggling. Despite Harry graduating with a job that he loved, the both of you lived together now and it was hard having him be the one with the greater income while you barely contributed anything.

You missed him.

He comes home at midnight and the only times you’ll see each other is when you say goodbye to him as he leaves for work. Today, you had all of your work done and since you only had one class — which was your least favorite class— you decided to visit him at work.

“Miss Y/N!” The receptionist of Harry’s floor, Tina, greets you making you smile.

“Hiii!” you wave at her before reaching for the tupperware inside your bag. “My friend made this and I thought you’d want some. Also please tell your daughter the blue one is for her.”

“Thank you darl—” your attention then drifted one to the obnoxious laughter before you saw a body stepping out of Harry’s office with a smile plastered on her face while Harry’s face remained emotionless.

“Babe? Are you alright?” Tina asks with a furrow in her brows.

“Yeah, yeah of course, Thank you again, I hope you have a good day.” you smile before making your way over to Harry’s office where he was talking to Jess.

“Hey.” you greet the both of them.

“Oh-- hi. What are you doing here?” Harry clears his throat, diverting his attention to you.

“I just wanted to eat lunch with you is all. ‘Didn’t want to visit Mr. Clitoris, I despise him.”

“Okay. I’ll go wash my hands. Wait inside. After this, you’ll go right? I have a lot to do.”

This made you frown, “I’ll go, yeah.”

Without a word, he leaves and you immediately make your way inside his small office, placing the food you made on his desk.

“So you’re his girlfriend, huh?” you hear Jess’s footsteps follow behind you. “Funny, he actually never mentions you.”

If he doesn’t then how the fuck do you know I’m his girlfriend?

You sighed before turning to her, “Harry may be oblivious to your motive but I’m not. Please stop it. I told you many times that I don’t like you around my boyfriend.” You’ve never felt so stupid. The way she laughed at you like everything you were saying was dumb.

“Y/N or whatever your name was, look, Harry and I are friends. It’s not my fault we are comfortable around each other, I’m like his girl best friend. I don't understand why you’re freaking out.” She laughs coolly, making you even more frustrated.

“Well as his girlfriend I’m telling you to stop flirting with my boyfriend. Know your place.”

“No wonder why he keeps coming back to me, maybe you’re just not enough for him anymore Y/N.”

“What’s going on here?” Harry rasps beside the both of you making you startled.

Before you even got to process anything, Jess started sobbing across you, holding her cheek in her hand. “Your girlfriend slapped me, H.”

“What?” Both you and Harry speak at the same time.

“No I didn’t! Why the fuck are you lying?” Why can’t she just leave Harry alone?

“She started calling me a whore because I’m your friend. And then she just slapped me.” she says, going up to Harry before burying her head in his chest to “cry”.

“I would never do that! I just told her to fucking back off because I didn’t feel comfortable with how touchy she is with you. I mean look at this shit!” you point to her in his grasp even though Harry made no attempts to reciprocate the touch.

“You have to believe me.” you whisper defeatedly.

“I know. I heard your conversation.” he rasps, making you part your mouth in shock. Jess immediately stared up to him with the same expression as you before moving away.

Relief immediately washed over you. “Thank g—”

“Jess is my friend.” he cuts you off. “Stop being possessive.”

“I—” you start feeling your heart break the more he talks.

“Leave.” he says again, running his hand through his hair out of frustration.

From your peripheral view you see Jess straightening out before heading towards the door.

“Y/N, Leave. Jess and I have to work on our report.”

You snapped your head up from the floor to him. He looked at you with the same emotionless eyes he gave everyone else.

“Harry?” you whisper, a silent “why?” he was doing this.

But he just stared at you again with no ounce of emotion on his face. Why did it feel like he was choosing her over you? Why did it feel like he wanted her more than he could ever want you?

Without a word you reached for your bag, walking to his door seeing Jess scoff a smirk as you walked out with bleary eyes.

Sometimes you couldn’t help but miss Harry who needed you the same way you needed him.

When Harry first told you he wanted to bring you to meet his parents for Christmas you expected a lot. But the last thing on your list was Harry crying on your shoulder when he found out his siblings didn’t come home for Christmas.

"I'm basically a miracle child uh... My parents had me when they were 48 which is fucking crazy. While my siblings were in college I was just born. And I remember I would wait for them in the door, just waiting for them everyday to come home so someone could play with me.And when you're 8, you just can't help and ask yourself if your parents even wanted you there.” he laughs humorlessly as the both of you lay on his childhood bed with glow in the dark stickers brightly glowing at the ceiling.

“I think when I told my parents I really felt nervous around people, I think they just thought it was cute, you know, that I was shy. But um it made it even harder for me because I didn't have anybody to go to. I would fucking play chess by myself and talk to myself everyday, ask myself how my day was, bake cookies for myself and fixed my scar when I tripped, and I was the one that cooked my breakfast. It was all just me.” this time he turned to his side to face you before tucking a stray hair and smiling softly to himself.

"For the longest time I just didn't have anybody so I would always think that keeping it to myself would be better and that if I told you how I felt you would run away from me.” he paused like he was contemplating whether or not to continue speaking.

“I know I don't say it but I'm happy you're my girlfriend y/n. I'm happy you were the first person that made me feel wanted and I-I really like myself when I’m with you. So thank you.”

~

You were sitting on the couch, with books surrounding you as you tried to bury yourself in homework.

Times like this are where you really wished you had a friend. With Zayn moving back to Europe and Niall working at another state, there was nobody you could really talk to. Partially, it’s your fault. You were so in love with Harry that you were able to convince yourself that you really didn’t need anybody else. That whoever you’d meet would never amount to the happiness and comfort you felt with Harry.

You’d be alright as long as you had Harry.

But now that it starts to feel that he’s slipping through your fingers, you don't really think you have him anymore. Maybe before yeah, but not anymore.

And that really hurts to admit.

It really hurts loving someone so much that you start to lose yourself loving them.

You never really realized it but your entire relationship with Harry, you just gave your entire focus to Harry. Whenever you would have a fight with him and he would just call you one time telling you how sorry he was and that he needed you, the anger and sadness you felt would be wiped away and you would immediately be back with him.

All the problems you both faced were never really resolved. It was just ignored.

“Hey.” he says, as you hear fumbling behind you.

You didn't say anything in response, just sitting there quietly.

“So what, you’re giving me the silent treatment now?” he scoffs when you don’t say anything. “Real fucking mature, Y/N.”

To be honest, you were having a hard time understanding yourself. This was everything you wanted for Harry. Socialize, make friends on his own, and do what he loves to do. You were so excited for him when he was invited to his very first birthday— apart from yours— and you remembered picking out his outfit and the gift while he contemplated whether or not this was some humiliation prank on him.

And all while supporting him, you started to lose friends. But that’s okay because Harry is your best friend.

“I really don’t have any time to be arguing right now. So tell me what the fuck is wrong so this can be over with.”

“You don’t ever have time for me, Harry.”

He laughs humorlessly, “You’re so fucking unfair. I spent everyday of every fucking year attached to your hip Y/N. I did everything you told me to, I tell you everyday how much I love yo- I even fucking spend my free time watching those shows you like so much just so I can make you laugh with inside jokes. So if that isn’t fucking enough for you then I don’t know if I’m enough for you.”

“And I don’t? I’ve given my fucking all to you Harry. I did everything in the past week just so I could be deserving an ounce of your attention. I know I’m not as smart as Jess or am I as pretty or as confident but that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve your attention too, Harry.”

“You know what, I don’t understand why you’re so mad. She’s my friend–”

“Really?”

“What are you gonna fucking forbid me from seeing every other women out there just because you said so?”

“I told you many times that I was uncomfortable with the way she was touchy with you Harry. I have every right to say whether or not I am comfortable with the way she was acting around you.”

At this point the both of you were standing, facing each other, with the couch in between the both of you. “I mean fuck, do you even tell her no or are you okay with the way she’s acting around you?”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, we’re friends and if you can’t trust me then that’s not my fucking problem Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your chest heaving with how angry you were as you only stared at Harry. “You’re such an asshole.”

Without even processing what was going on, Harry went around the couch before bending you down at the arm of it. He lowered himself until his chest was touching your back, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “You sure you wanna say that again, huh?”

You knew you should talk about it. You did. But you didn’t want to stop him. It was just this one time, it wouldn’t happen again… right?

“You’re the only person for me, okay? Stop thinking that you’re not because you are. Now spread your legs.”

~

You wrapped the blanket around your body and walked to the kitchen where Harry was always sitting. With his glasses sat on top of his nose, papers scattered everywhere and eyes red and swollen with the lack of sleep.

"H?" you whisper, touching his shoulder with red cheeks.

"Hm?" he hums the lack of interest evident in his voice.

"C-can we just cuddle for a minute? Please?" your hands were fiddling with the fabric of the blanket.

"I can't."

"But H, we haven't cuddled in a long time. Not even last night." you argued, the frown etched on your face deepening. The memory of Harry hurriedly leaving the bed after the both of you came to take his work calls burned holes in your mind.

"I'll cuddle after I finish this. Don't you have homework?" he mumbles, eyes still not leaving his screen.

Your eyebrows furrow at this, "I finished it all yesterday cause I wanted to spend the day with you."

"Just- go spend it reading a book or something."

"You-you don't want to spend the day with me?" you mutter, voice cracking.

"I have things to do, Y/N."

"Can't they wait-"

"For fucks sake." He mutters, burying his head in his hands. “I should’ve listened when they said you’re so fucking childish.”

"Harry--" you close your mouth, cutting yourself off, not wanting Harry to get even more pissed.

You understood that he had other things to do. It was just you wished that he could be more gentle with you especially when you're at your subspace.

~

You fell asleep in the room with your cheeks stained with tears and doubt in your mind.

Harry was never too busy for you. He always found a way to make studying and your relationship work. The possibility that now he’s graduated and started getting bored of you or thinks he deserves better is haunting you.

Maybe he found somebody else in his work and realized how much he didn’t want to be with somebody younger than him, someone so childish.

"Baby?" you hear Harry's voice, soon the sound of the door opening was heard. You immediately pretended to still be in deep slumber as he approached the bed.

As the bed dips, the familiar warm touch of a hand touches your face. He places a stray hair behind your ear before pressing a peck on your forehead. “I’m sorry."

And you believed him. You believed him when he said he was sorry.

~

Harry was talking to Jess again.

What surprised you though is the smile on his face at whatever Jess was saying. He used to look at you like that. Like you were the most interesting person to exist.

You shook the dawning feelings, reminding yourself not to ruin today because you and Harry just made up. “Hi!”

Both Jess and Harry looked at you with somewhat of an irritated look. You went up your tippy toes to press a kiss on Harry’s lips but he bent down to hug you— dodging your lips.

Harry has never dodged your kisses before.

You tried to tell yourself that it was just a misunderstanding, that Harry wouldn’t dodge your kiss and just want a hug at the moment but even that’s not working.

Deep insecurities you've been so ignorant of, had always risen in your relationship with Harry. It wasn't necessarily because Harry was untrustworthy, it was just the way you were. Scared of getting hurt.

You couldn’t help but wish you had the same beauty as she did. You wished you were as confident and charming as she was.

The entire time you just watched as the both of them talked, making no efforts to include you in the conversation. Why did it feel like you were disturbing them?

You sniffled, wiping the pathetic tears before speaking. "I have to go."

“Okay.” Harry says not even making eye contact with you.

~

The moment Harry walked in the door of your apartment, he was confused upon seeing you not present at the couch. He sighs out in exhaustion removing his shoes before going inside the bedroom, the sight shocking him.

You were packing your things.

Why?

"Y/N what's going on." he asks from the doorway, shocking you but nevertheless not stopping.

“Oh so now you care?” you scoff.

“What the fuck does that mean? And would you stop?” he crouches down to you, grabbing your hands before entangling them with his. “You have to talk to me.”

You laugh humorlessly, tilting your head to the side. “That’s all I’ve been doing Harry, you just didn’t listen to me. Nobody is fucking listen to me.” you forcibly removed your wrists away from his grasp before leaving the room to get something from the living room.

“So why-why are you packing then? If you’re upset then let’s talk about it.” he follows you, grasping the cloth of your dress gently.

This made you stop in your tracks. He always did the “grabbing of your dress” ever since you first started dating.

You were walking in front of Harry, trying to find where the pet store that you wanted to bring him was again when you felt a little tug on your dress. You looked back at him to find him already looking at you with his hands grasping the cloth of your dress.

You rolled your eyes, it was your turn to take Harry out on a date and you thought this was a tactic to ask you where you’re going again. “I’m not telling you, H.” you laughed.

“I know, I just wanted you to know I’ll follow you to the ends of the world Y/N.”

"I-I can't take this anymore, Harry." You felt Harry’s hand drop from your dress.

"You... You shouldn't feel guilty about being too busy. You shouldn’t feel guilty that you’re working hard to achieve your goal. You shouldn’t feel guilty that people are finally starting to notice you, You shouldn’t feel guilty that you’re having friends on your own. You did all of that on your own and you didn’t need me, and I’m so proud of you.” you said with a shaky sigh. "Let’s break up Harry."

"W-what?"

You looked back to find him staring at you with tears slowly dripping down his eyes. “Why the fuck do you get to cry, huh? You treated me like shit Harry, you didn’t even make me feel like you wanted me anymore and you’re crying?” you laugh breathlessly.

“So the moment things are going amazing for me, you’re gonna leave me? You’re so fucking selfish.”

“Me? I’m the selfish one? I was the one trying to fix this! I was the one that had to act like everything’s fine so we don’t get into another fucking fight! It was all me trying—”

“Then why stop?!” he snaps, the both of you screaming at each other’s faces.

“Because I’m tired, Harry. Our relationship has been long gone, I was just in denial. And so are you, so let’s stop.” You moved past him and grabbed your books on the shelf. The shelf that you and Harry built 5 times because he insisted there was no need for instructions.

“But I need y-”

You stopped him before he could even continue, “We needed each other before and now we don’t. You don’t need me anymore and so do I.”

“I don’t want to break up, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You should’ve told yourself that before you fucking kicked me out of your office so you and Jess can ‘work’.”

“Is this what this is? Jealousy? You’re still mad about what happened with Jess? I told you we have a presentation that will decide my promotion Y/N!”

I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything Y/N.”

“It just-- it feels like I’m the only one falling in love with you everyday. It-- it feels like watering a dead flower, you know? I just don’t think I’m the right person to be with you, right now.”

“What the fuck does that mean? You are the right person for me Y/N. You always have been and I don’t understand why you’re not, now.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to give us a rest?”

“No Y/N I fucking don’t. Because I love you, and if you don’t love me anymore just tell me--”

You shake your head in disagreement, “You’re getting this wrong! You’re getting me wrong! I love you H. I really do. But I can’t keep holding on to the ghost of you. I don’t know myself without you, and I want to see what I can be without you.”

“Then I’ll give you space! Just don’t— don’t leave.”

“It really hurts being with you, Harry.” you whisper, hanging your head low almost as if you’re embarrassed.

“You’re not being fair Y/N. I keep putting my life on hold for you—I fucking tire myself out so I can make a living of myself and still be with you. You’re not my only priority Y/N and it’s--it’s not fair when I try my best to be with you and you fail to recognize that. It’s not fair when I try and please everyone and it’s still not enough.”

“Then where the fuck where you at my birthday Harry! Huh?!”

“I told you I was working! Are you really still hung up on that?”

“Working?” you scoffed. “Then why did Jess come here the next day to say that you left your sweater at her house Harry?”

“Because I was working with her in her house!”

“Really?! So that’s why you smelled like wine too, isn’t it?”

“You seriously can’t be mad about me getting drunk with another woman. When can my “I love you” be enough for you?”

“You’re all words and never actions!” you sniffled. “Do you understand how it felt waiting for you on my birthday only to find out you spent it with another woman?”

“I told you to go out with your friends, that’s not my fault if you waited for me Y/N.”

“And I told you nobody would come, Harry! You’re the only person in the world that I know would remember my birthday, and you weren’t here. You chose her over me. And that isn’t fair too.”

You watch with bleary eyes as he clenches and unclenches his fist, desperately look around as he tried to control his breathing.

“Fuck– why is this happening? We were so happy, so I can’t fucking understrand why does it hurt this bad.”

“Stop it--”

“I’m not cheating Y/N. I’m sorry that I made you doubt but I’m not. Here.” He shoves his phone to your hand. “Delete all of their fucking numbers, I don’t care.”

“Just because I was the first one to appreciate you doesn’t mean I’ll be the last. You’re doing great in this company, Harry. I just can’t believe you’re doing great without me. We’ve been fighting for the last month Harry and I know you’re tired too.” You shook your head, giving it back to him. “This... fight isn’t just because of jealous H. I just am tired with our relationship and I know you are too.”

“You can’t leave me Y/N.” he lightly grabs your hand, “I’ll- I’ll change, please tell me who you want me to be.” He stands there, unknowing of his swollen eyes as he tries to be logical about this.

“Har—”

"You can't leave," his voice started breaking, like he was struggling to breathe. "You can't leave me."

"Please don't do this," you shook your head at him as tears welled your eyes.

"I need you, Y/N. I need you here— here with me." he clasped his hands with yours as his voice laced with desperation.

“We--we need to break up Harry. You can’t keep putting your life on hold for me, and I can’t keep pretending that I’m still happy with our relationship. I can’t keep pretending I’m still happy.”

"I'm the person I am today because of you, Y/N. You're all I've ever known. A-and I can't handle living without you. Please stay with me. Please, my love. Shout at me, fight with me just please stay. I love you Y/N."

“You have to let me go, Harry. You have to let this go.”

“I’m not ready to lose the person I love the most and my best friend in one night.”

“I can’t do this.” you picked up your bag from the floor with shaky hands before. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

He shakes his head reverently, keeping the strong grip on your arms. “Stop it! Stop...I-I need you. I need you here with me. Please, you’re all I want.”

You feel the tears brimming in your eyes, as you try to remove Harry’s arms against you. His chest was racking with sobs against your back as he tried to cling on to whatever love you still had for him.

“I’m in love with you Y/N. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”

You felt your shoulder slump against him. You have to leave, you can’t keep going back and forth like this. Like a merciless hurricane of pain leaving a gaping on you.

“Please don’t say you love me.” you whisper.

He shakes his head, "I love you baby, I love you so--"

You always envied those people who cried so beautifully. Those people whose tears flow down their cheeks so gracefully.

So you envied Harry. You envied him with the way he grips onto your shoulder tightly and desperately.

"Please let me go."

Harry could not hear his own heartbeat anymore. His love for you was indescribable. The bare thought of you made him shut his eyes so tightly, as he clenched his fist. His love. His world. Gone.

And he was alone, once again.

You clutched your books to your chest, as more people filled up the elevator. You had quite alot of things in your hands as final seasons are next week, you could imagine how ridiculous you look right now.

"Do you need help?" A man with blue eyes and blonde hair smiles charmingly at you while your eyes widened.

You didn't like it when men talked to you because most of them made you feel uncomfortable, and Harry was a jealous person so he didn't appreciate it either. "No, thank you."

"Oh come on, I'll guide you to your office. What'd you say?" He winks at you and you back up in the corner.

You didn't know why but you just get a feeling of people, which is probably why you act differently towards each people. "No, it's fine."

He rolled his eyes, ignoring your request and grabbing the books from your grasp, his hands brushing over your clothed chest. Your skin crawled but he didn't seem to mind as he stood next to you, his arms brushing over your hip.

You eventually reached Harry's floor which is the top, "Why are we at Mr. Styles' floor?" He asks putting his hands on your lower back.

You pried his hands from you, but he didn't seem to budge and only gripped you tighter. "Um.. I'm his assistant..?"

"That's in—"

"Liam where the fuck is y/n—" Harry shouts storming out the door with a bang. He stops in his tracks when he saw you exiting the elevator.

"Harry." you whisper, when you saw his eyes focus on the hand at your lower back, almost touching your butt.

"Get out." Harry rasps and your heart drops. You take the books from the unnamed man's hands as you scurry to the elevator.

"No. Not you y/n, Liam get her bag and books, she might fucking break her back from how heavy that shit is." Liam nods walking towards you as Harry snaps his attention to the man. "You with the mayonnaise hair, get out."

He only furrows his eyebrows, "Wha—"

"Get. Out." Harry fumes while he nods, squeezing your shoulder in goodbye.

You saw Harry take a deep inhale at the action, his knuckles turning white from the tight fist. You thanked God that it was only Liam and Louis— his actual assistants— that has their office up here.

Harry storms back to his office, you mouthed thank you at Liam and he gave you thumbs up as you followed Harry to his office.

You closed the door behind you, as you saw him chugging a beer bottle. You walked closer to him seeing his usual "bitch" face.

You cupped his face, brushing your thumb on his prominent cheekbone. "Breathe H." you told him softly. He looked at you dead in eye following your instructions, breathing in and out.

Your other hand took the beer bottle from him gently. "Why was he touching you?"

"I... I don't know. I tried to take his hand away but he didn't... want to." You explained. You learned that whenever you and Harry are having a misunderstanding, you should try to talk to him softly. As "tough and asshole-y" Harry is, he's the type of person that would cry whenever you would just so much raise your voice at him.

"Did he hurt you?" You shook your head no.

"Did he make you uncomfortable?"

"Everyone makes me uncomfortable H."

"I didn't ask that, y/n. Did he make you uncomfortable?" you nodded your head.

"Fucks sake. What is it with people these days." He shimmied put of your embrace grabbing the telephone.

"Liam, I don't want to see the 'Ken' looking bastard at my company again..... I don't care, get him the fuck out." he inhales sharply plopping down at his leather couch.

You felt awkward at the middle of the room and he seemed to notice so he gave you a tiny smile, "Come here."

You beamed at him plopping down next to him. You didn't get the chance to sit though as he grabbed your waist setting you down on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he hugged your waist to him burying his face at the curve if your throat.

"I'm sorry I shouted." He whispered at you pressing feather-like kissed on your throat.

"I'm sorry I let him touch me."

"It's not you fault he's a dickhead, baby."

"Is he a bigger dickhead than you though?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"Hm no, I'm a godly level of dickhead-ness."

"Maybe I should go after him, I think dickhead men are my type."

"Is that so, baby?"

"Mhm... I'm sure my daddy wouldn't mind."

"If your daddy promised to take you out to McDonald's would he win you back?"

"Oh 100%! Have you seen how hot Ronaldo McDonaldo is?!" You watched as he threw his head back the room filled with his joyous cackled.

"Definitely big dick energy huh baby?"

"Duh! We already discussed about this daddy." You rolled your eyes at him but immediately regretted it when you felt a harsh pinch in your ass.

"What did Daddy tell you about rolling your eyes hm?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I'm sure you will be baby. Get up." He commanded while you obeyed.

AN: IDK if you consider this as smut but just wanted to remind you that there's spankings and hair pulling here so <33

He tugged your hand to his desk, immediately turning you over on his desk. He brought down the band of your scrubs pants, kneading your ass cheeks a little before smacking it with his bare hands.

"Count baby." He whispered to your ear, biting the earlobe.

"Fuck, One!" the brutal sensation of his large hands hitting your ass was far more enjoyable that one could imagine.

"Five daddy! Five!" this time he started sucking on the side of your neck, tounge dipping out to lick the bruise he formed.

"God." You threw your head back when you felt Harry start to rub circles on your clothed pussy.

"I said count y/n." He growled pulling your head back. You swear you could've had an orgasm right there.

"Eight! Daddy please please please..." you chanted.

"Such a whore for me, aren't you sweetheart?" He tugged on your hair more.

"Yes daddy." You moaned feeling his finger repeatedly pump in and out of you.

"Last number darling."

"Oh my god! 10!" Your eyes closed as you saw stars and your thoughts getting clouded by nothing but Harry.

He turned you around, sitting you on his desk while he fixed your hair and wiped the tears on your eyes giving you a tiny kiss on the side of your head.

"Now come cuddle daddy  like the good girl you are." He pulled your arm to his now seated self.

You nodded and collapsed on top of him wrapping your arms around his neck and waist while you slept peacefully on his shoulder.

~

That afternoon, you woke up to the typing of keys and the steady breathing of him.

He eventually got Liam to put your things on his desk so while he was doing his calls, you were sitting on his lap back to his chest and at the verge of having a mental breakdown about the final exam.

~

It was midnight when Harry finally finished work, and as promised you and Harry are going shopping but in usual Harry style he had to request his friend Zayn—the store owner—to rent the whole ass mall for the both of you since it was now midnight and no malls would've been available.

When he first did that you absolutely absurd—it still is—but now that you're used to it since it was fun making out in every corner without the fear of being caught.

"Bye Liam! Bye Louis!" You waved bye at them as Harry only nodded goodbye at them.

"Byeeee see you soon!" Liam shouts after you.

"Good luck with that beast!" Louis then shouts only making Harry roll his eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes?" You smirked at him when you were at the elevator.

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"Maybe you deserve the spankings."

"It'd be a pleasure to get slapped by you." He murmured at you making you kick his feet while he crackles loudly.

You and Harry are now running around the mall like a bunch of animals out of their cage while Ed is trailing behind you carrying the shopping bags.

"H! You should try these clothes on! Come on." You clasped your hand with him tugging him to the other wing of Gucci.

Harry was being a pretentious motherfucker and didn't want to go to any other store that's not Gucci so you had to make do of the outfits in Gucci.

You showed him the suit, putting it over his crisp suit. "This would look good for your meeting tomorrow!" You exclaim at him.

"Don't you think it's a little too...shiny baby?"

"What's wrong with being shiny?"

"Well not every one has a good fashion taste like you." He says using his pointer finger to pinch your chin. You only blush kissing his cheek.

"Stop flattering me and just try this on mister." You playfully scold.

"Oohhh is this Ms. Y/N being a dominant?"

"No, this is Ms. Y/N telling you to expand your wardrobe so please."

After finally, being done with the shopping of Harry's endless collection of suits. Harry urged you to go to the VS store even thought your feet were killing you, you still obeyed.

"Don't pout at me baby, I've been waiting for this the whole day." He pecked your puckered lips, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your hair. "Now come on pretty girl."

It's now 2:30 am and after modelling a ridiculous amount of lingerie to Harry the both of you decided that it was time to go home.

You placed your feet on top of Harry's lap as you laid your head on his shoulder then wrapping your arms around his waist. "Thank you for today daddy."

"Hm... You're welcome baby." He kissed your temple, "Do you want to go to yours or my house?"

"I like your bed better." You say nuzzling closer to him.

"Do you want me to buy you the same comforter darling?"

"No thank you. I wouldn't use it that much anyways I always sleep at yours."

"I know, now go to bed angel."

"Thank you again daddy." that was the only conversation exchanged between you have finally slept.

"You know what maybe if you have me attention and affection for the past weeks we wouldn't get where we are right now!"

"Yeah well breaking news my world doesn't revolve around you." He spat and you felt your heart shatter. He gathered his coat and shoes putting it on himself.

"No. You always pull this shit and leave then you bring it up and we're fighting again." You sternly say making him pause at his doings.

"I'm so tired and you being so difficult is just a cherry on top." he confessed.

"Well if I'm so difficult break up with me then!" You challenged but immediately regretted it.

His mouth snapped shut and with one last look he walked out of your home.

As soon as he left you fell at the floor hugging your knees. You knew the guy liked you so you took it as an advantage to make Harry jealous.

Ever since he came back from tour he wouldn't give you attention or affection so you thought that making him jealous was the only way to get a reaction from him. And as much as you hate to admit it you are insecure that he had found someone better for him, better than you.

After crying for a solid 10 minutes you got up from the floor and wiped the tears off your face.

You headed at the master bedroom and started packing all of your belongings.

You're not dumb, you had it figured that he wouldn't want to see you. You knew that your relationship with Harry has been rocky and its just not the same anymore.

The butterflies are gone the smiles are non existent and the fire was probably wandering around at Narnia.

You left all the things he bought for you, then called your friend to ask if you can stay there while you book for a flight and rolled your suitcase out the door.

You stopped at Mitch and Sarah's house to give him your keys so that he could give it to Harry.

~

A day haven't even passed yet when Y/F/N phone started ringing.

"WHAT?! Yes she's with me— okay okay were coming. "

She ended the phone call and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked with ice cream in my mouth.

"We've got to go." She said with uneven breathing.

"What—why?"

"Well your fucking idiotic boyfriend apparently has called the god damn cops and started a whole ass research in your neighborhood." She explains.

"What— I told Mitch I left." You muttered.

"Well in his exact words, 'That's bullshit she wouldn't do that now get out of the fucking way Mitchell.' " She mocks with a British accent.

"Stupid stupid stupid." You chanted to yourself.

"Exactly now let's go he's literally going to fucking search at his neighbours homes." She grabbed your wrist and led you to your once home.

~

You made your way through the crowd of police officers to see Harry in front of the police with tear stained cheeks and Mitch arguing with Harry.

You stood at the middle of the living room when Harry finally made eye contact with you.

He pushed Mitch out of the way and ran towards you.

He grasped your shoulder blades and started looking over your face.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He said scanning your body for any signs of injuries.

"Uh yeah.. Are you okay? You look like hell." You truthfully said. His eyes were read and puffy his eyes were so green and he was shaking frantically.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry you're right I shouldn't have been so jealous. I was lying my world does revolve around you you're the best thing that has happened to me please don't leave me. I'm sorry please forgive me." He sobbed hugging you and clawed at your shirt.

"Hey.. Shhh I'm okay, you'll be okay, we’ll be alright." You rubbed his back as he hiccupped at the crook of your neck.

Your eyes found the police officers and you gave them thumbs up mouthing 'I'm okay, sorry.' and he nodded.

"Bubba..." you whispered as Harry started sobbing harder.

"H, let's go to the bedroom." you softly said pulling yourself from Harry but he refused and clutched you to his chest.

You walked to your shared room with Harry hugging you still but you didn't mind.

You and Harry plopped down the bed while you scooped him and he entwined his fingers with yours.

You used your free hand to comb through his curls and kissed his forehead.