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"Oh, okay," (Y/N) chirped, "What's her name?" 

"Analyssa, I think?" he told her, settling in his spot, "She also said she's in our physics class, but I've never seen her there before." 

"Wait, is it Analyssa Trevor?" (Y/N) asked with a pinch in her brow, thoughts of studying being pushed to the back of her mind for the time being. 

Canting his head to the side, Harry puckered his lips in thought. "Maybe, why?" 

"If it is her, she is in our physics class. I was paired up with her for one of the first labs of the semester before you and I got close, and I don't think she likes me very much." (Y/N) breathed out a laugh at the memory Analyssa's name brought up; that lab had not gone the best to say the least.

"What do you mean?" Harry already looked pouty at the idea of someone not liking his flower. 

(Y/N) shrugged with a shake of her head. "It's nothing crazy, I'm just pretty sure she thinks I'm really stupid and would have killed to have a different partner. I don't blame her, anyway. I was totally lost that entire time, and had to have her help me with everything, so I get it. She just hasn't been very nice since when I see her around campus." 

"Well, I don't like that," Harry murmured, his brows knitting together over the frames of his glasses. "I won't talk to her anymore if she'd being rude to you, flower." 

Shaking her head, (Y/N) let out a small laugh. She reached across the table and grabbed for his hand that was prattling with his favorite highlighting pen as he bore holes into his textbook. "H, you don't have to do that, okay? It's not a big deal at all, and it was a while ago so I don't really care. If you like her and want to be her friend, you should be her friend; there's no reason to stop being nice to her just because she doesn't smile at me on campus, okay?" 

"Are y'sure, flower?" Harry stressed, dropping his highlighter to lace his fingers with hers, "I thought there was a rule about this kind of stuff; I can't like the people you don't, and the other way around, and all." 

(Y/N) shook her head, face creasing as her smile widened. "Some people might feel that way, but it's not a big deal for me. It's not like she tried to ruin my life or hurt me, so I don't care if you want to be her friend, H. I promise it's alright." 

Though he didn't look completely eased, Harry took her word for it and gave her a short nod. Raising their joined hands, he pressed a kiss to the back of hers. "Okay," he murmured against her skin, "Jus' know you're my favorite person, okay? If it turns into a problem, please tell me and I'll stop."

Of course, he would, (Y/N) thought with a smile. But, she wasn't going to tell him who he could and couldn't be friends with. Besides, she couldn't see any reason she would ever have to set some rule like that. Analyssa probably barely remembered her, just that lingering yuck feeling she had when she saw (Y/N). 

It's not going to be a problem.

—————

"Hold on, I need to answer this," Harry murmured, standing up from where he was cuddling (Y/N) on his couch, a furrow in his brow as he looked at his ringing phone. 

"Okay," (Y/N) chirped, huddling herself in the corner cushion before he started down the hall. 

Her eyes followed him as he pressed his phone to his ear. "Hey Ana, what's up?" he muttered as he went down the hall, the sound of his bedroom door creaking behind him as he went somewhere quiet. 

(Y/N) couldn't help the sour look that plucked at her features. This was the fourth time in only the last few days that she'd called him asking about something or other. From what she gathered, Analyssa only seemed to call him when Harry was with her, whether they were out on an actual date or playing around at one of their apartments. She even called when they were in the middle of something! Harry had to decline the call twice before she texted him instead. 

While she still had no problem with Ana being Harry's friend, she was beginning to get a little annoyed. Not at Harry of course—he was only being a good friend, picking up the phone when someone needed him—but at Analyssa. She couldn't even text him first to see if it was a good time to call before she had his phone buzzing? 

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around herself as she tried not to eavesdrop on the muffled conversation filtering through the crack Harry left in his door. She was sure if she bothered to tune in, she would hear engineering jargon she had no business ever understanding, and the sound of Harry's quiet laughter as Analyssa no doubt shared an inside joke with him about some neuron or particle exelerator or whatever goes on in those engineering courses. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at herself as she caught herself allowing inky jealousy to creep into her mind. Rationally, she knew there was no reason for her to be jealous, especially recalling the conversation they had a couple of weeks ago with Harry basically offering to cut Analyssa out of his life for her. It was just something about the way Analyssa was going about this friendship that was beginning to rub (Y/N) the wrong way. All the relentless calling was just the beginning of the constant texts that came through and the fact she had to walk with him between any class they had together, including physics, though (Y/N) was never early enough to spot them. 

And maybe, just maybe, there was something that bothered (Y/N) about the fact they had inside jokes and a bond over subjects (Y/N) could only hope to somewhat understand someday. While she was happy for Harry in some respects; she knew she wasn't the best sounding board when he went off about some of his projects for other classes or research papers he was interested in, so she was happy he had someone now that could indulge him in those conversations and spur him on in those aspects. But, along with that, she now had to see Harry grow closer to someone who was just as invested in his passions. And it just had to be someone (Y/N) didn't have a stellar history with. 

The sound of Harry's voice sending out his goodbyes to Ana knocked (Y/N) out of her head, forcing herself to focus on the film that was playing on the television so it didn't look like she was moping the whole time he was gone. By the time Harry reentered the living room, he had run his hand through his hair a handful of times leaving the curls a mess on his head and he had rubbed the sleep from his eyes that had him dozing off as he laid with his head on her chest. 

"Everything okay?" (Y/N) asked as she welcomed him back with open arms. 

A slow smile spread across his face as he climbed back on the couch, crowding around her until she stretched out with her legs lining the length of the couch and Harry fitting himself between. With his head cushioned by the soft of her tummy, Harry wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s middle. "Yeah, Ana jus' had some questions about the research project we have due in Phillips' class this week." 

"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, nodding her head as she began running her fingers through his hair, detangling the ringlets, "And—uh—what was the project about again?" 

This was something else she found herself doing now that Analyssa was nudging herself into the picture: trying to make sense of his far-above-her-paygrade projects and courses. 

She could feel the sweet smile that spread across his face with the way his cheek smushed into her tummy. "Don't worry about it, flower, 's not that fun even for me to do." 

Swallowing, she pinched her lips as she tried to find another way to crack at him. "Do you want to talk about it at all? What you're doing for the project, anyway? I always complain about my English classes, so..." 

 Harry delivered a squeeze of his arms around her waist in a quiet hug before he shook his head. "It's really alright, love. 'S jus' a bunch of boring reference checks and journal stuff, nothing exciting. Ana picked a much better subject than I did, but one of the rules was that we all had to do different subjects with no repeats, otherwise I would have stolen hers." 

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the mention of Ana, (Y/N) only nodded her head and continued playing with Harry's hair. "Okay," she sighed, "Let me know if you change your mind." 

"I will, flower, thank you," he said, craning his neck to press a kiss to the bare of her hip that was revealed by her rucked up shirt. "So what did I miss of the movie?" 

—————

With much effort required and a skipped coffee and snack trip before class, (Y/N) got to the physics hall before Harry. Trudging up the stairs and not seeing him up there waiting for her in their predetermined seats threw her off immediately. But, there was a method to her madness—though the longer (Y/N) went without the warmth of a chai in her hand, though, the method was beginning to lose its sparkle—, she wanted to see Analyssa walking in with Harry. 

It wasn't like she was expecting to catch them in the act—Harry would never—but she wanted to see how Analyssa behaved around him. Better than anyone, (Y/N) knew what it was like to fall under Harry's charmingly cute, shy spell, so she wouldn't be surprised if Ana fell victim to it as well. At least that would explain the phone call she made to him last night that had him standing in his bedroom for twenty minutes while their pizza grew cold. 

Only a few others were in the lecture hall with her as she took out her laptop and other supplies in wait of Harry's arrival, leaving the space quiet enough to hear the chatter from the hallway. Once he was close enough, (Y/N) pinged up at the sound of Harry's muffled tone making an appearance over the residual chatter. 

Her gaze was pinned to the doorway as she anticipated him walking through the heavy double doors. The first glimpse of his hand had (Y/N) sitting up straight in her spot until she realized he was holding the door open for Analyssa, her long black hair shining in the light as she shook her head in laughter at whatever Harry had said. Her wire framed glasses fit snug on the slope of her nose with her lips painted over with a coffee colored gloss that accentuated the curve of her smile. Her book bag hung over her shoulder, the mass of which nudged at Harry's side as he came through to fall in line beside her. (Y/N) watched as Analyssa flipped her hair over her shoulder before nudging at Harry with her fist, her fingers tugging at the material of his knitted sweater as he shook his head with his own smile on his face. 

All that stopped as soon as Analyssa spotted (Y/N) up the staircase. Suddenly, she went reserved, pulling back from Harry as her expression flattened. From his profile, (Y/N) caught the way his brows furrowed and a question hovered over his pursed lips until he followed her gaze to see his girlfriend patiently waiting for him. In the polar opposite to Analyssa, Harry's face brightened at the sight of (Y/N); dimples denting his cheeks with a bunny-toothed grin molding his features and creasing his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a soft wave with which Harry reciprocated with a flash of his navy blue nails that matched his sweater. While Harry stepped in the direction of the staircase, he murmured something to Analyssa over his shoulder. Jerking his thumb in (Y/N)'s direction, Analyssa only shook her head with a pleasant smile on her face, nodding her head towards the other end of the room. 

With that, Harry gave her a short nod before waving a goodbye to her, most likely with a promise to talk to her later. Splitting off in opposite directions, Harry scaled the staircase to the back of the auditorium where (Y/N) sat while Analyssa only spared them a half glance before she was going to her own seat. 

"Hi, flower," he greeted her quietly, ducking his head and pressing a kiss to her cheek, "You're here early." 

"Yeah, wanted to surprise you," she smiled, only half-lying, "I've missed you." 

"We've been together almost everyday, love, what do you mean?" Harry teased her, settling in his spot beside her before reaching for his plethora of notebooks and utensils. 

It was true. With midterms approaching, she and Harry had spent majority of their time together trying to study and do other things before they were too busy with their class blocks and exhausted from all the brain power to see one another for a couple of weeks. Still, it seemed Analyssa was monopolizing that time as best she could without being present. 

"I know. I just feel like we haven't been able to talk a lot since you've been helping out with other people's projects and all. Only wanted to see you a little extra today," (Y/N) sighed, hoping she didn't sound as jealous as she felt in her head. 

"Flower," Harry cooed, twisting his features into he same expression he had when one of the sad animal commercials played on T.V. "I'm sorry, you know I don't mean to not pay attention to you, right?" he asked, reaching out and grabbing for her hand that was sat in her lap. 

"I know, I know. You're being a good friend, I get it." Really, she did, she just didn't understand why Analyssa had to do the things she did in the first place.

"I promise, this weekend, after everything for Phillips' class is all turned in, you're going to have all of m'attention. Doesn't matter how many times she calls, 'm all yours. No exceptions." To drive his point home, Harry pressed his lips against hers in a telling kiss. Just a peek of his tongue was felt against her lips before he was pulling back, aware of the slowly filling lecture hall around them. 

"Okay," she sighed with a dream in her tone, more than happy with his answer and commitment. Besides, who knows? Maybe Analyssa really wanted to do well on this project and would back off after it was turned in and she could no longer edit or consult with Harry. Still, a doubt lingered in the back of her mind when she recalled the way Analyssa's face dropped when she caught sight of (Y/N) in the back of the room. 

With Harry's attention diverted back to his utensils, his current task at hand being the organization of all of his highlighters and pens, (Y/N) rolled around the best way to ask her next question. Of course, Harry noticed the way her eyes lingered over his profile and she'd grown a little too quiet, especially since she had supposedly shown up to class early just to see him. 

"What's going on in that head of yours, flower? I can almost hear y'thinking," Harry teased, coordinating his highlighters by color and size before he was happy with the arrangement. 

"Nothing, nothing," she rushed out, internally cringing at the way she deflected in the most obvious way, "I mean... I was wondering if something happened when you and Analyssa came in. She looked upset all of the sudden when she looked up here." 

Harry's brow furrowed at her avenue of conversation. "I noticed that, too," he murmured, aware of the fact Analyssa was in the same room despite being on the other side, "I asked her if she wanted to come up and say hi, and she said no and almost ran to her spot to set up." 

(Y/N) fought to school her expression. None of this evidence was favoring Analyssa the more Harry shared. If (Y/N) really felt like torturing herself, she would let herself run down the more than likely possibility that this was going further than Analyssa needing help in a shared class and moving into the territory of the girl having a crush on Harry and hating that he had a girlfriend, especially one that she considered to be less than.

Instead, (Y/N) tried to laugh it off, huffing out a breath that lacked humor. "I knew she didn't care for me, but she really doesn't like me."  

Harry deflated at her words. "(Y/N), I'm sorry, if y'don—" 

"H, no," she cut him off, shaking her head before he even finished, "I want you to be friends with whoever makes you happy. If she doesn't like me, that's fine. As long as she doesn't convince you I'm some crazy bitch or something, I don't care what she thinks of me. As long as she's a good friend to you, it's none of my business." 

With his green eyes wide and rounded out, he looked to her with a short smile on his lips. "You know I love you the most, right? No one could convince me that you're anything less than wonderful." 

"I know, and I trust you, Harry. If something bothered you, I know you would tell me," (Y/N) gentled her tone, slipping a sweet smile on her face as she spoke, "I love you, more." 

"I don't know, love, I think I love you mo—" 

"We are not doing this in the middle of class. We are not going to be those people," (Y/N) cut him off with a laugh. Settling with a kiss pressed to his cheek, (Y/N) decided she won that argument. 

With flushed cheeks, Harry relented with a quiet okay just before Stanfill exited his office and into the lecture hall. 

—————

"Naomi, you know I don't care that you brought a bunny home, but I'm telling you that the leasing office is going to find out and kick us out if it keeps thumping and bothering the neighbors." 

(Y/N) sighed into her phone as she made her way through the hallway to Stanfill's room. She was running late as is, and this conversation was slowing her down. 

"I know, I know," Naomi bubbled off, (Y/N) able to see the fluff of her blonde shag fluttering around her face without having to see her, "But all the bunny blogs I've checked said that when they thump it means they're scared, and I don't want to scare Cheese anymore by running after her." 

"Ny, I thought we agreed that we can't name her since she needs to go back outside when her foot is healed." 

"But, (Y/N)..." 

She already knew what her roommate was going to say the second she started that. And Naomi wasn't wrong; the bunny was very cute and (Y/N) was getting attached to having a little rabbit pad into to the kitchen when they were chopping up vegetables for dinner. 

"I know," (Y/N) sighed, seeing Stanfill's door approach, "I'm about to go to class, but I'll call you after. I'll ask Harry if he has any ideas to get her to calm down." 

"Alright, thanks for talking to him. It's like he knows everything," Naomi said, (Y/N) not needing to see her to know she was shaking her head, "But I'll talk to you later. Love you." 

"Love you, too. Bye."

(Y/N) hung up just before she walked through the heavy double doors. Her head was down as she slid her phone into her back pocket, thoughts of her almost-pet bunny on her mind. They really couldn't keep her; not only could they not afford the lifestyle of an indoor bunny, but they would eventually have to find a pet friendly apartment, which would be even more expensive and who knows how they feel about bu—

Why is Analyssa sitting in her spot? 

As soon as (Y/N) spotted the black flick of hair and wire-frame glasses, she knew she had no chance of schooling her features into staying neutral. With her eyes wide, she watched as Analyssa had her hand draped over Harry's shoulder, telling him something despite the obvious discomfort on his face. His cheeks pinkened as soon as he caught sight of (Y/N), his expression going apologetic as he tried to shrug out of Analyssa's grip without making a scene. Analyssa followed his line of sight, her entire expression dropping into something much more sour the second she realized it was (Y/N).

In a split second, (Y/N) did her best to nuetralize her features and resumed her steps up the stairs. Giving their new seatmate a pleasant smile, she greeted Ana with a quiet Hello, before she rounded the desk to Harry's other side. As expected, Analyssa didn't bother to reciprocate her greeting as she just barely managed to intwist the sneer from her lips by the time (Y/N) was close enough. 

"Hi, H," (Y/N) murmured, dropping her bag to sit next to Harry on his opposing side. Only a flick of Analyssa's black hair was seen over the barrier of Harry's body. 

"Hi," he whispered, sounding much-too-guilty for someone who did nothing wrong. With his voice quiet enough for only her to hear, Harry ducked down to hover his lips by her ear, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I told her that I was saving that seat for you and she didn't listen, and I—I don't know, I got too nervous to tell her to mo—"

Settling her hand on his shoulder, (Y/N) cut him off with a quiet squeeze. "It's okay, I'm not mad. I'm a little annoyed maybe, but I know it's not your fault. Don't worry, okay?" 

Harry didn't seem even slightly convinced, but with Stanfill setting up his ancient projector at the front of the room, there wasn't much room to argue. In his act of solidarity, Harry made a quiet movement to scoot his chair closer to hers before settling his hand on her thigh. Peering down the line, (Y/N) caught the way Analyssa didn't seem too impressed with the gap Harry created between their seats, but didn't do anything to change it before Professor Stanfill's monotone voice filled the lecture hall. 

The ever-dutiful physics expert, Harry was quick to start jotting down notes as soon as the subject for the day was introduced. Though her laptop was still getting fired up, (Y/N) didn't worry as she knew she could still look off Harry's page if it came down to it, especially with the way he angled his page just right so she got the perfect view of his blocky writing. 

But, as much as (Y/N) wanted to distract herself with whatever subject Stanfill planned on torturing her with for the next hour, there was something even more unpleasant that just wouldn't leave her mind. 

Last Friday had been the due date of that project Analyssa had been so adamant about getting Harry's help on, and after a weekend free of any phone calls (though she definitely did still text), (Y/N) had assumed the worst of it was done. Analyssa didn't have an excuse to seek him out all the time. She never would have expected Analyssa to make a move this bold and steal the spot next to Harry that she knew was always reserved for her. She wasn't even trying to hide it anymore—her crush on Harry or her distain for (Y/N).

As much as (Y/N) didn't want to be that girlfriend, she had a feeling she was going to have to have a talk with Harry about his friend. She wouldn't be surprised if Harry hadn't picked up the fact that Analyssa was trying to make a move on him, but that didn't mean (Y/N) hadn't noticed. At the very least some boundaries needed to be made.

—————

"All assessments much be turned in by the end of the week, no excuses or exceptions. Class is dismissed." 

(Y/N) had never been more relieved to hear those three words, Stanfill's voice bringing joy for the first time. Not a single word of lecture had penetrated her brain, keeping her muddled in her fuming thoughts the longer she had to stew in them. She couldn't help but steal a glance down at Analyssa every few minutes, always catching her dutifully paying attention to the front of the room, which only served to annoy (Y/N) more for some reason. She had effectively ruined (Y/N)'s afternoon and she didn't even care to look smug? Look annoyed that (Y/N) had shown up and taken Harry's other side? Look like she had feelings at all? 

Stopping herself before she went further down a childish spiral, (Y/N) focussed on packing up all her things. A barren page of notes lit up her laptop screen, even with the help of Harry's angled notes. She'd just have to grab them later when she had more room in her brain to process anything but annoyance. 

Just as she slung her bag over her shoulder, Harry stopped her with a nervous pinch to his features. "I—uh—I need to talk to Stanfill about that extra assignment I wanted to do. Will y'wait for me? I think we need to talk a little before y'go home." 

"I do, too," (Y/N) sighed, aware of Analyssa's presence as she slowly packed up behind Harry, "I'll wait for you in the hall, okay?" 

"Okay," Harry affirmed, eyes not meeting hers as the slope of his shoulders declined. 

Rising to the tips of her toes, (Y/N) pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek, feeling the dent of his dimple rise to his skin the longer she lingered. "Make it quick. I miss you already." 

(Y/N) knew it was cheesy, the way she sent him off, but she didn't care. She couldn't care when she saw him get blushy with a small smile on his face as he nodded at her. She just wanted him to know that she wasn't upset with him, and there was nothing detrimental about the talk they needed to have. 

By the time Harry had his hand laced in hers as they scaled the stairs, Analyssa had gone; only a flash of her black hair could be seen as she exited through the double doors. Breaking off, Harry started towards Stanfill's office with a promise to be right back while (Y/N) nodded her head, already slipping out her phone so she could call her roommate back while she waited on Harry. 

The corridor was quiet as (Y/N) exited the lecture hall, finding a bench adjacent to Stanfill's room that she made her home for the next few minutes at least. Pulling up Naomi's contact, (Y/N) found herself happy to have the distraction of something as easy to deal with as an unruly rabbit in her apartment as opposed to what filled the last hour of her life. 

Just as she went to press the dial button, (Y/N) spotted Analyssa lingering a little too close to Stanfill's door to be considered a coincidence. It wouldn't be a surprise if she had overheard Harry talk about staying back for a minute, and now she was planning on getting a minute with him before he was busy with his actual girlfriend. In the same moment, Analyssa seems to notice (Y/N) waiting on her bench, a bitter expression pinching her brows before she openly rolled her eyes and turned away with a flick of her hair. 

Oh? So, that's how its going to be? 

In a flare of anger, (Y/N) slipped her phone into her pocket before she blasted off with pure adrenaline and called out to Analyssa. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" 

It was automatic the way she responded without turning: "I'm busy." 

"Okay, well this shouldn't take too long," (Y/N) told her, rising from her spot on the bench and joining Analyssa by the double doors. 

"What do you want, then?" Analyssa snarked, turning on her heel to face (Y/N). 

Sighing, (Y/N) did everything she could to not lose the gumption she had grown at the sight of Analyssa's eyeroll. "I just want to know why you have such a problem with me." 

Analyssa's eyes turned hard at (Y/N)'s words, the gleam in the brown color matching the edge to her tone. "You know why." 

"If it's about that project, I'm sorry, okay?" (Y/N) exasperated, tugging harshly on the strap to her bag, "I didn't realize it was such a big deal to you, especially since I know you talked to Stanfill after and told him I didn't do any of the work so my grade was lowered. I tried my best, and I'm sorry you got stuck with me." 

(Y/N) watched as Analyssa's features switched, looking moments way from laughing out loud. "You really think it's over that?" 

"I don't know what else it could be, b—" 

"You use him! That's why!" 

Stunned by the outburst, (Y/N) took a step back. "Excuse me?" 

"Everyone knows you're using Harry to get a good grade. Everyone sees you copying off his notes all the time, and I know he made you a study packet one time. It's not hard to put together why you suddenly wanted to fuck him after ignoring him for months." 

(Y/N) was speechless as she watched the way a fire burned behind Analyssa's eyes and her tone spit venom at her feet. When she stood up, (Y/N) had been completely prepared to spar with Analyssa about the stupid lab, assuming that had been what had stemmed all this dislike, but she had not ever considered something like this would leave her mouth. 

Sure, it wasn't not like they had ever tried to make it a secret that (Y/N) took notes off of Harry's pages or that they had grown close after setting up those tutoring sessions, but there was no place in her mind that she fathomed it would translate into her using him for a grade. And, (Y/N) wanted to point out, she didn't ignore Harry for those months, she was just trying not to drop dead out of boredom every time she set foot into the lecture hall. 

"Analyssa, you know that's not true. I can't believe you would ever even sa—" 

"Please," she cut her off, "I know how useless you are with this class, (Y/N); you told me how much you hated physics and had no reason to be taking it after your roommate dropped it. But suddenly, Harry's following you around like a puppy, going to parties, skipping class to go hang out with you, I'm sure, and you're now passing with a B? Everyone knows what that means." 

"Yes, Harry helped me, but I worked hard for that grad—" 

"Sure," Analyssa spat, continuing the trend of cutting (Y/N) off with her superior tone, "Because you completely understand every unit we go over, right? You understand what kind of degree Harry's working towards and the kind of job he wants to go after after he graduates, right?" 

Now, (Y/N) just felt embarrassed. She had been the one to start this confrontation and now she was getting degraded in the middle of the hallway, her intelligence called into a ruthless line of question. 

Of course, she didn't understand every unit in their physics course. If she did, she would be doing a lot better then the high C average she had managed (though she wasn't going to correct Analyssa on the B judgment she had given her). If she understood exactly what field Harry wanted to go into with his degree, she'd probably switch her major the second he told her the salary he could make. If she understood any of that, maybe she wouldn't feel like crumbling in the middle of the corridor. Karma, she figured—don't start an argument you can't finish. 

"See?" Analyssa continued, "It's not fair to Harry, what you're doing do him. He deserves someone who can actually hold a conversation with him about more than reality TV and magaz—" 

"Analyssa?" 

(Y/N) perked up at the sound of Harry's voice just before she deflated again, knowing he had to have heard at least the tail end of what Analyssa had to say about (Y/N)'s intelligence. 

"Harry!" she chirped, faint color filling her cheeks as she realized she had been caught, "I thought you were still inside, sorry—" 

"No. What were you just saying?" Harry's tone was hard, edged in a way (Y/N) had never heard before. 

Analyssa floundered as she tried to come up with an explanation. "(Y/N) and I—We were just..." 

When nothing followed what she had to say, Harry gave a slow nod of his head. Disappointment flooded his features as he moved around Analyssa's stock-still form. As soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s waist, tugging her to his side though he didn't once pull his gaze from the dark-haired girl. 

"(Y/N) is jus' as smart as you and I. Don't ever talk to her like that," he told her, voice quiet but stern and uncompromising, "She's a better person than you will ever be, even if you pass this class with a higher grade, only because I know she would never talk to you like that. Even though you would deserve it." 

Watching the way Analyssa's body completely deflated, her eyes going dark, (Y/N) almost felt for her. She knew she would be heartbroken if Harry had so outrightly rejected her, but (Y/N) also never would have acted the way she did. 

"Harry, c—" 

With a shake of his head, Harry cut her off. "I don't want you trying to sit with us again, and I don't want to talk to you, anymore. I'm not interested." 

That was all Harry had to say before he had his arm tight around (Y/N)'s waist, leading her away. 

The walk to her car was silent, save for a pair of times Harry had to keep (Y/N) from running into someone or going the wrong direction with the way she had her eyes pinned to the floor. Each time he whispered for her to be careful with his arm around her waist before he righted her. By the time her car came into view, she has expected him to do as he usually did: open the door for her before he sat in the passenger seat and passed the time with her before he had to go to his next class. Instead, Harry pulled her to the back set of doors. He climbed in first, dropping his bag to the front seat before he tugged (Y/N) in to follow him, her own supplies joining the heap.

"C'mere," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a sealing hug that settled her bones in a way that made her feel like she was coming home. 

Tucking her face in his neck, (Y/N) took in deep breaths of his scent, surrounding herself with everything Harry in an attempt to calm herself from the rush of tears that clogged her throat. There was no reason to cry, she told herself, Analyssa is a bitch but that's no reason to cry on Harry's sweater and exhaust herself before she went home to deal with Naomi and the bunny. 

"'S alright, flower, 's alright," Harry crooned, running his hand down her back in a soothing circuit. "You know nothing she said was true, right? You're the smartest person I know, and she's a bitch for telling you otherwise." 

That managed to get a tiny smile cracking (Y/N)'s features; she'd never heard him talk like that before, but now was as good a time as any she figured. Nonetheless, the pure faith she heard in his voice as he told her that she was the smartest person he knew was enough to keep tears flooding to her eyes. She definitely didn't feel very smart right then, but it was nice knowing that Harry held that conviction for her intelligence. 

"I started it," (Y/N) peeped against his neck, "I talked to her first, and I shouldn't have." 

Harry sighed, his chest puffing against hers as she kept her cradled to him. "Probably not, but I understand why y'did. She pushed too far today." 

"I asked her what her problem was with me, and I assumed it was because of that lab from forever ago, but she looked at me like I was stupid when I brought that up," she laughed humorlessly, voice going nasally, "She started going off about how everyone knows I'm using you to pass physics, and that you do everything for me, pretty much." 

Though his hands on her stayed gentle, (Y/N) could feel the way Harry's body tensed and his corded muscles began to wind tightly over his body. 

"You work hard for your grade, (Y/N), and I couldn't be more proud of you, you know that?" he cemented, his tone deep and grumbling as she figured he was trying to quell his own anger over the frustration in favor of comforting her. 

"Thank you," she peeped, a small smile molding her features at his words, "I tried to tell her that, but she wouldn't let me speak. She just kept going off about how its not fair to you that I don't understand all of your engineering and physics stuff. I think she was in the middle of telling me I was too stupid to be with you when you came out." 

"Yeah, I think I caught that part," Harry grumbled, his hand over her back stuttering as he held her close to his chest. "But, you know that's not true, right, (Y/N)?" 

"I think so." She wished she could offer more conviction, but now wasn't her most confident moment. 

"No, no," Harry shook his head, his neck stretching under her lips, "You know so. Y'trust me, right?" 

"Of course I do," (Y/N) blurted out, no second-thoughts or hesitation. 

"Then, I need you to believe me when I say that you are more than smart enough for me, and I'm lucky that you want to spend time with me. We don't have to have the same interests, or hobbies, or majors to be in love. I love you the way you are, and I know you love me the way I am. That's enough." 

"I know," she whispered, voice wavering as the lump in her throat grew larger as tears spilled over her waterline. 

"Don't let her bother you, (Y/N). She doesn't mean anything to us." Harry's strong arms only rivaled the strong conviction in his voice, and (Y/N) had never felt safer than in that moment. 

"I love you," she breathed out, trying her best to keep her breathing in check before sobs took over. He was right, Analyssa didn't deserve to live in her head over this, so she would be granted only one good cry, then this situation was over. 

"I love you, too, m'smart girl. So, so much." 

(Y/N) didn't know how long they spent cuddling in the back of her car, only noting the way her eyes felt heavy by the time she finally stopped crying. When she glanced at the clock on her dashboard, she made a move to pull away form his chest. 

"Hey, where are y'going? 'M warm," Harry complained, never lessening his hold on her. 

"Your next class starts in five minutes," she explained, reluctantly falling back against his chest, "You need to go if you want to make it." 

"'M not going today," he told her simply. 

"Really?" (Y/N) breathed, not realizing just how relieving it was that he wouldn't be leaving her for the afternoon. 

"Really," he affirmed, pulsing his arms around her, "Barely even want to go to m'car so I can follow you to your place, but I guess sacrifices must be made if I want to cuddle you properly in bed." 

For a split second, (Y/N) recalled the way Analyssa spit out the fact Harry had started to skip a class here and there to hang out with her. But as soon as the thought came, (Y/N) crumpled it into a ball and pushed it out of her mind. There was no space for her in their relationship. 

Even though she wanted Harry, (Y/N) was the one that had him and that wasn't going to be changing anytime soon. 

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He brushes off the noodles and he even laughs at the one hanging from the frames of his glasses. “Yeah, I keep spare shirts in my car. When you’re clumsy like me, you have to be prepared.”  He helps her clean up the mess and even offers to get her more noodles. He was sweet.

She always found Harry cute, she never understood why the other women in the office or labs didn’t think so. He was so smart and witty. He even knew how to laugh at himself. He had big dimples and nice hands and, “Harry, do you have a tattoo?” She has no idea why she never noticed before. He had this habit of spinning his mug around while he read, she had watched him so many times and never noticed.

He looks down at his hand and unbuttons the wrist of his sleeve, rolling it upwards. “I have a lot actually. The hand one is a bit hard to hide.” He looks back at Y/N and sees that she’s either confused or maybe even intrigued. “Not a lot of people know that I have them, work attire and all that keeps them covered.”

She blinks and looks back at his face, still not understanding the things the woman in the place say about him. “I would’ve never have guessed.”

He pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Guessed I had tattoos?” She nods and he smirks at her, “I bet a lot of people here wouldn’t either.” She stares at him for a few moments and he clicks his tongue, “Well, I’m gonna go get that shirt. Um, I’m sorry about your noodles.”

As Harry leaves, Lilly walks in and takes a glance and his wet shirt. “What happened? Did Harry spill his food again.”

Y/N rolls her eyes for the second time, “No, I accidentally ran into him with my lunch.” She opens a yogurt and sits at the table with Lilly. She doesn’t know why but the thought of Harry covered in tattoos makes her smile.

“Do you have the hots for Harry?” She refuses to answer and Lilly laughs, “Oh my god, do you?” Y/N just looks at her and eats her yogurt. “Y/N, he’s not exactly dating material.”

She snorts and gives her a glare, “Why not? Why do people think he’s like this, this weirdo?”

Her gossip loving coworker scoots her chair closer and begins to whisper. “Do you not know about his little run in with Maya?” She shakes her head ‘no’ and Lilly continues, “Well, she knew Harry in college and said that his sister would always bring him to parties. You know, to like, get him to go out and stuff. She saw him at a party one night and one thing leads to another and they ended up in one of the rooms.” Y/N suddenly is no longer interested in the story but there’s no stopping Lilly when she gets started, “She said that Harry had no idea what he was doing so she grabbed his hand and put it down her pants. He apparently didn’t have a clue what was what and she ended up leaving him in the room all hard and stuff.” Lilly takes a sip of her coffee as if the story was the usual business conversation.

Y/N licks the spoon and furrows her brows, “So, the people in this office are forming their opinion because of a party hook up gone bad?” Lilly shrugs and adds more sugar to her drink.

“I guess but I mean, his clumsiness and constant talk about chemical evaporation don’t help.” She leaves Y/N alone at the table and waves a quick bye so she can hurry back to her files, or talk someone else’s ear off.

For the rest of the work day, she can’t stop herself from thinking about Harry and his tattoos. Does he have more? Does he still not know what’s what down there? Who cares? She can teach him, she could show him so many – “Hey, Y/N.” She jumps from her thoughts and almost knocks her cup of pencils over, “Oh, sorry.” Harry’s face is his classic look of guilt and it makes her sad. He’s always so nice and no one ever really talks to him.

“Um, it’s fine. Is- is there something you need?” He leans against the door frame and flips through a notebook and lands on his desired page.

“I was told that you could help me look up these files. They don’t authorize us to access to the journals anymore.” She knows if he did, he would stay up all night, reading and soaking up all the knowledge he could.

She smiles and holds her hand out for the notebook, “Do you need them right away or do you want me to give them to you at other time? It could take a bit depending when they’re from.”

He straightens his posture and fiddles with his watch, “I don’t want to make you rush. I just need them by Next Wednesday.”

“I’ll have them on Monday.” They both smile and He thanks her awkwardly lingering before he leaves.

Later that evening Y/N joins a few friends for a much needed night out. Her hair is down and her legs are bare. She feels good and you know what, she’s lookin’ pretty good too. “You know that the bartender hasn’t stopped looking at you ever since we got here?”

She looks at her friend, Niall, and back at the bar, trying to spot him. “Well, I can’t see him. Maybe he’s looking at you and thought the tip you left him was you bein’ a flirt.” Niall rolls his eyes and takes a gulp of his beer.

“If I was into guys, I don’t think he’d be my type. I’m not a fan of tattoos, you know?” Y/N’s almost chokes on her drink and Niall laughs at her, “Too much at once, love?”

She takes another look at the bar but can only see the top of the bartender’s head, “Does the bartender have glasses?” He shakes his head as he eyes a girl who walks by. He turns back to Y/N and she waves him off, “Go ahead you animal.” She plays with her straw and keeps her eye on the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. There’s no way it could be Harry, why on earth would it be? Millions of people have tattoos and Harry, in a place like this? No way.  She takes another sip of her drink but is greeted by that annoying slurping sound.

For some reason, she argues with herself to walk over to the bar. ‘This is so silly’, she thinks to herself. She moves through the crowd and finds herself and empty stool. She messes around her clutch for cash and gets ready to order another drink. The elusive bartender’s back is turned to her but she can see a few tattoos on the back of his arm, a skull, two hands shaking and some words but she can’t make out what they say.

She looks back over to the tables and tries to see if she can spot Niall, she’s sure he’s off at that girl’s apartment by now. When she turns back, she sees that the bartender is walking towards her but his head is down, fiddling with a hand towel. When he looks up, her heart flutters and she’s certain she might as well have been drooling. “Hi.” It really was Harry but he just doesn’t look like harry. He’s not wearing glasses, he’s not wearing a button up, his hair isn’t even fixed like it usually is. He’s wearing a white T-shirt, thin enough to see that he really is covered in tattoos and these tight as hell black jeans. When she doesn’t respond he coughs and asks, “Do you want another?”

Her cheeks flush and she looks back to his face. “Um, yeah. The same, please.” He grabs a new glass and eyes the crowd.

“Just the one drink, then?” Y/N tilts her head, confused as to why she needs a third drink when she hasn’t even finished making her second. “For the guy you’re with.”

“Oh, no. He’s just one of my friends I came out with tonight.” Harry tries to suppress a smile as he mixes her drink. “So, I have to ask. Why is Harry Styles, the cute clumsy chemist, working at a bar?”

Her question takes him by surprise, he’s not often complimented. He hands her the fruity drink and leans forward on the bar, looking all over her face but her eyes. “My sister and her husband own it and the tips don’t hurt.” She notices that he seems nervous and he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s blushing.

“Harry, do you ever ask out the people you see here?” He shakes his head no and begins to pick at the thread of the towel and she tries her hardest to make him more comfortable. “Can I ask you a question? You can say no, I won’t be offended but, um, do you wanna come home with me?”

His eyes finally find hers and he almost drops the towel. He looks down the bar and sees that the others have the rest of the customers handled. “I-I’m off at midnight.”

She smiles and is a lot more excited than she meant to be, “Is that a yes?” Harry nods and smiles at her. That smile is enough to kill her.

Once Harry is free, he calls them a cab and argues with Y/N that he’s paying for it. When they arrive at her house, he rubs his eyes and sniffles, “You have so many flowers.” She pulls out her key and also a handkerchief. She hands him the embroidered cloth and smiles. “You’re the only woman under 60 I’ve ever seen with a hanky.”

“I’m just always prepared. Pippy get down!” Y/N pats a little fluffy dogs head and Harry immediately picks her up, letting her lick his face.

“So, your names Pippy, eh? You’re cute and tiny. Like a little walking pillow, yes.” Y/N laughs at him and he’s brought back to reality. “Oh, sorry. I can’t have pets at my apartment.” He lets Pippy scamper off and stands awkwardly by the front door.

“Um, let’s just sit. There’s good stuff on HBO this month if you wanna watch something.” Harry follows her to the couch and she kicks off her shoes, making herself more comfortable. She smiles at him and scoots closer, grabbing his arm and resting a hand on it. “I didn’t know you had this many tattoos.”

He grins and shows his dimples, “I like people not knowing something about me.”

Y/N whispers to herself, “You’re so cute.”

“What?” He touches the bridge of his nose, undoubtedly a habit he has from wearing his glasses.

Crap. “Oh, I said you were cute but I didn’t mean for you to hear it.”

“I think you’re cute but I want you to hear it.”

Y/N sighs and nods her head, “Alright.” She swings her leg over his lap and puts her hands on his shoulders. “I have to kiss you or you might say something great and I’ll die or something.”

He doesn’t hesitate to respond, “Okay.” He surprises her with a very passionate kiss. His tongue slips between her lips and her body almost goes limp. His lips are so soft and she can taste a hint of alcohol. She has no idea how long they were kissing but she can feel him harden under her, which turns her on even more. Her hand grips the front of his shirt, pulling the neck down some and reveals a bird.

“Can I take off your shirt?” He whispers a yes and raises his arms. When the shirt is removed she’s welcomed with a butterfly just as beautiful as he is. Her fingers trace the wings and she kisses each one of the birds on his collar bones. “When did you get them done?”

“I started getting them right at 18. The birds were some of the firsts. This is the newest one,” He points to his right forearm and she examines it like a piece of art. “You like them?” He makes his first bold move and plays with the hem of her dress that’s bunched on over her thighs. He knows that if he were to bring a hand around her back, that her bottom would be fully exposed.

She smiles and cutely lifts his left arm, looking at the ones hidden under his bicep, she giggles when she notices more on his rib cage, running her finger along those as well. He shifts a little and bites his lip, “How on earth did you get these if you’re ticklish?”

His hands rests around her hips now, so comfortable in their conversation that neither of them even notice at first, “I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling, it hurts but kind of feels good.” She didn’t expect that kind of answer but is definitely pleased with it. “Do you want any?”

Y/N laughs and pokes at his dimple, “I already have one.”

“Oh, you do? Where?” He suddenly moves her arms up, and almost pulls her dress up out of excitement but he stops himself. He doesn’t want her to think he’s just interested in seeing her body.

“Just do whatever you feel like, ok?” Harry swallows and nods. His heart begins to beat fast and he slowly pulls the dress over her head. The way her hair falls back and the softness of her skin is almost enough for him to burst out of his shorts. Her bra is gray and her underwear is a pale pink. His hands gently graze her hips, then her waist. “Move your left hand up about two inches.” He obliges and looks at her when she says nothing else. “Congratulations, young man! Move your hand to find your prize!” He wishes that everyone was a little bit like her. She’s sweet and goofy, and certainly doesn’t judge people by what others say. Harry moves his hand and cranes his neck to see her tattoo.

He brushes his thumb on her inked skin, “A light bulb?” His touch gives her visible goosebumps and he hopes taking the dress off didn’t make her cold, he hopes that it’s all him. “Can I know why?”

She moves further up his lap and rests her hand on the back of his neck, making his cheek involuntarily lean against her arm. “When I was a little girl, my dad bought me one of those kits where you could turn on a light bulb with a potato. Seeing that light go off, made the little light in my head go off, I guess.” Harry watches her face and just like that he feels something bubble up inside him. “After that, I couldn’t stop taking things about and my parents go so mad at me. On my 15th birthday, they let me build my own computer. And that’s that, really, a little light bulb made me obsessed with computers.”

He polity waits until she’s finished to kiss her arm, “Please, kiss me.” Y/N grasps the sides of his face and she kisses him softly. His hands roam her back and linger over the fabric of her bra. He wasn’t exactly experienced but he knows that there’s supposed to be a clasp there.

Her hands get lost in hair while she moves away from his mouth and leaves kisses on his neck. He can’t seem to open his eyes and becomes painfully aware of how hard he is. “The clasp is in the front.”

Harry brings his hands to her front, grazing her breasts along the way to the clasp, He feels the warm skin spring free against his hands and everything becomes fuzzy. Harry has this beautiful girl on top of him and she wants him just as much as he wants her. She then sits up straight, giving him a full view of her topless self. She grabs his hands and places them where his eyes are glued. The moment he feels her hard nipples on his palms, his dick jumps underneath her. “M’sorry.” Her hands make a squeezing motion atop of his, letting him know that he’s free to explore.

“You don’t have to be sorry for how your body responds.” Her hands slide down to his wrists, his arms, then fall to his stomach to give her leverage to rock her hips. He lets out a small moan and she does it again. “The point of it all is to make each other feel good, don’t hold back.”

Harrys hand fall and come around her backside, pulling her harder against him and allowing her chest to fall in front of his face. He kisses her nipple and before sucking it into his mouth, he whispers, “I won’t.” His sucking is gentle but wet. The tight grip he has he her ass makes both of them wish they were naked. He’s never been so forward but her body, and just everything about her as more intriguing than anyone else’s. He wanted to please her, he wanted her to feel so good and he wasn’t nervous if he wasn’t very good. She would show him; she would show him how she wanted it. His mouth leaves her chest but her hands never leave his hair, “Where’s your room?” If it were possible, her heart would beat even faster. His arms hook her thighs and he gets up from the couch, carrying her down a hall. “Which is it?”

She answers him through kisses, “The last one on the right.” He arrives in her bedroom, smiling as he lays her on the bed. He settles on her side and his finger runs up and down between her breasts. “I have two questions.” His palm rests flat against her tummy, waiting for her question. “One, how come you don’t wear your glasses at the bar?”

Harry shrugs and taps his fingers against her skin, “it’s easier to make the drink when you don’t have glasses to clean. What’s the other?”

Y/N leans up on her elbows, looking much more serious than before, “Is that thing about Maya true?” She feels like an ass for asking the question but is taken by surprise when his body moves on top of hers.

“In a sense.” He moves a stray hair away from her eyes and kisses her cheek, “That night was the first time I ever drank, and the first time a girl ever gave me attention other than helping her study. I was buzzed and what Maya left out about the story was that she had gotten her period and I didn’t know what to say to her. So she left me there and told everyone I didn’t know what I was doing.” His hand travels down her belly and into her underwear to dip a finger into her wet folds. “Let’s find out if I do,” he nuzzles her ear and groans, “Please, how do you like it?”

Her mouth is suddenly very dry and she feels like she’s floating. Not once has a man asked her that and she’s not sure if she knows how to answer it. “Just move slowly. I like it up and down.” He watches her as his middle finger rubs her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are closed, her skin is flushed as well.

“Y/N, I think you’re beautiful.” His sweet whisper is just as good as the workings of his finger. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful creations that I’ve ever had the pleasure of studying.” Something about that makes her body tingle.

“God, Harry. I have a-another question.” He only nods and she takes a moment to continue. “How far have you gotten with a girl?” His kisses halt but his finger continues.

“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re asking.” She wouldn’t believe him if he said he was.

Now it’s her turn to avoid eye contact, “Then how longs it been?”

“More than I care to say.”

“Was it the one time?” He fails to answer and she turns her head to meet his, “I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you. I just, I like you and I’m curious. Why isn’t happening to you all the time? You’re so smart. You’re sweet and so gorgeous that I could just fucking explode right now. I don’t understand how people don’t want to get in your bed every night.”

“I don’t mind it. It got me a close to you. It let me know you more, let me see that you’re even more beautiful than I thought.” He shows off his dimples again.

“Jesus Christ, people are idiots.” He removes his hand from her underwear and kisses her, very passionately at that. He ends up between her legs and enjoys the feeling of her thighs against his waist. The slightest bit of pressure on his cock causes him to wince and Y/N takes notice. “Do you need to take your pants off? I mean, they’re insanely tight, you can’t be comfortable.” He takes a deep breath and stands, wiggling out of his jeans. When he climbs back on the bed, he springs free and she literally throbs. “Are you for real?”

Harry looks around the room and back to her, “What?”

She whispers like she shouldn’t even say it out loud, “You have a big dick.”

He whispers back, “Thanks. I was born with it.” She narrows her eyes at him and he smiles at her. “Why are we whispering?” She only shrugs. He continues his whispering tone and moves close to her, “I want to touch you again.” His fingertips rest at the top of her underwear and he can see her skin pebble, “I want to see what you taste like.”

Y/N lets out something close to a whimper and sighs, “Oh my god.”

“Is that a ‘yes’ oh my god or a ‘no thanks’ oh my god?” his fingers still linger above the hem of the thin fabric and it’s enough to make her scream.

She exhales and can’t help but feel a bit faint, “Its oh my god, yes.” She can’t get it through her mind that Harry was this, this polite brilliant man who is somehow not good with ladies, but he is good with ladies because he’s making her feel like she’s all he wanted and he opened her up on Christmas morning. It doesn’t make sense.

Harry clears his throat and slides down to her stomach, pausing just below her belly button. He positions himself between her legs and stops once again, “Should I, uh, take these off or just move them to the side?”

“Whatever you want.” He hooks his fingers into the band and tugs them off. He finally gets a full few of her. She’s wet and he can tell that she’s swollen. He’s only attempted to do this one other time but it didn’t work out. She got cold feet cause her roommate would be home soon and ‘I don’t want you to know we do things.’ He figures that Y/N has had someone do this for her, why wouldn’t they, look at her.

He bumps his nose against her clit by accident but he doesn’t apologize because the way she just gripped the blanket lets him know it was good. He’s too nervous to use his actual tongue at first, so he begins kissing her. He places small kisses onto her slit, feeling the wetness underneath his lips. He ends up getting her so worked up with kisses alone that her hips rise a bit. “Can you put this leg on my shoulder? I can… Get to you more, I think.” Her thigh rests on his shoulder and his hand caresses it while he continues. He keeps kissing her but his time, he kisses her like they kissed on the couch. His tongue starts off soft and feels the little nub. His lips open wider and those gentle pecks become more aggressive, assertive.

He flattens his tongue on her clit and makes a movement that she can’t describe, “Fuck, do that again.” He does and wants to smile at her reaction. He then licks deeper and much harder than previously. She catches his head moving and sees his wet tongue working magic on her. She moans and even says his name. “Harry, Harry are you sure you’re not lying about being good with girls because Jesus fucking Christ if they knew you could do this.”

He doesn’t want to stop but he wants to see her face, he wants to feel how fast her heart is beating. He drags himself up to her face and kisses her before she can even say anything. He wonders if she likes the way she tastes in the same way he does but can’t be bothered to ask. “I don’t care if they know. I’m with you right now.” Y/N smiles and kisses him.

“I wanna do something for you.” He makes a ‘Hmmph’ sound while he kisses her more. “Do you want me to touch you?” He halts his mouth and actually looks into her eyes. “I could touch you, I could use my mouth, we could, we could have sex.” How does Harry make her this way and no one else? They’re blind.

He inhales and bites his lip. How do you answer a question like that? He looks at her with these big green sad eyes and closes them. “What if I- what if you don’t get to finish?”

Her hand soothes Harry’s doubt with a hand in his hair, “If it helps, you already got me close with your mouth, it won’t take much for me to come.” She kisses his forehead and continues, “I just want to make you feel good, Harry.” She tells him to reach over to her nightstand and get a condom.

He takes off his shorts and rolls it on himself. He lingers between her legs for a moment but feels comforted once again by her delicate hands in his hair. He slowly enters her and his mouth falls open. Her grip on his shoulder tightens and she loses her breath. “Are you alright, love?”

If her lower half wasn’t so overwhelmed at the moment she would’ve swooned at the sweet nickname. She nods and feels him go deeper. She’s already pulsing from the excitement and she groans loudly with her head back. “Get on your back, I wanna make you come.” With Harry on his back, she places his hands on her hips and her nails dig into his chest. She begins to rock on top of him, feeling him hit every spot. “You feel so good.” Y/N seems to be talking to herself rather than to him. She moves faster and he begins to pant beneath her.

He moans and pulls her chest flush against him, matching her thrusts. He’s taken her by delightful surprise and she feels her orgasm almost instantly. “Put your hands in my hair again.” Her hands fly to his wild hair and her breasts give him the perfect opportunity to suck on them.

He bites into her skin and it makes her squeeze around him, “I’m gonna come.” He flips her on her back and gives it all he has. With a hand on the headboard and the older on her hip, he goes as deep and hard as he can. He watches her unravel under him. “Harry.” Her voice is shaky and quiet but it’s music to his ears.

“Just give me a little more. God, please.” Her legs wrap around his waist and a little ‘uh’ escapes her mouth each time he brings his hips into her. She’s completely wrapped around him and he doesn’t think anything has ever felt so good. “Do that thing.” She squeaks to question him and he kisses her forehead, “Squeeze around me.” She clenches and his head falls to her neck. She can feel him pulse inside her and his hand is so tight on her hip that it’s sure to be red after. Harry makes a grunting sound and a part of him doesn’t want to move. “That’s surely to kill me next time.” He hears her giggle and faces her, “What?”

“You wanna have a next time?” He matches her smirk and lays his head on her chest. Her fingers twirl the short hair on his head and Harry can’t stop smiling to himself.

He sweetly kisses the warm skin below her collar bones and says, “I wanna have a lot of next times with you.“

Part Two

The alarm clock goes off and Y/N nudges Harry with her foot, making him groan. “Hit snooze!” He throws the pillow over his head and pokes her back.

“I already hit snooze, we have to go to work.” He rolls over and swings his arm and leg over her. “Nooo. Don’t dead monkey me.” She hated this but loved it at the same time. He would put his dead weight on her and she would have to kiss him back to life until he made monkey sounds. “H, I mean it. We don’t have time. I’ll kiss you all you want when we get home.”

Harry removes his limbs from her and pinches her hip, “Oh, give me something to look forward to, love.” She heads to the kitchen and he walks to the shower. They’ve fallen into their own routine, her showering at night and him in the morning. Y/N puts the coffee on and puts cream cheese on a bagel for Harry.

“Y/N!” He shouts from the bathroom and she knows he’s forgotten his towel. He always gets a bad case of the (forgetful) Mondays. Sure enough, she finds Harry peeking behind the shower curtain. “I’m gonna put a post it on your forehead every morning to tell you to get a towel.”

He kisses her cheek and steps out, slipping a little but not falling. “Thanks.” They both brush their teeth at the sink and Harry gets a little too cute as she begins to put her make up on. Still towel-clad, he rests his chin on her shoulder and his arms swing around her. “I hate Mondays, means I can’t stay in bed with you all morning until Saturday.”

If she could pull off that towel and take him back to bed she would, god, she would. “Put some clothes on before I quit my job.” He whips the towel off and swats her butt with it.

The morning goes as it usually does, a kiss in the car and sneaky glances until lunch. In the breakroom, Harry can’t find his sandwich, he just has two fruit cups and one of the cookies Y/N made over the weekend. He sits down at the table and states, “I forgot my sandwich.” Lilly snorts, because to her, Harry can’t even seem to get his own lunch under control. Y/N laughs and pulls the missing lunch out of her little lunch tote, “Oh, thanks, Baby.” Lilly gasps and both of their heads snap up. Shit.

“Lilly, you cannot tell anyone! We haven’t gone to HR yet and we don’t want people here to know.” She just stares back and forth between the two until she starts talking again. “I mean it. Harry’s got a lot of projects going on don’t ruin it for him.” Harrys heart flutters that she was more concerned about him than herself.

After a long day of signing papers and awkward conversations, they make their way back to the car. “Tomorrow’s gonna be a real doozy, huh?” Y/N nods and dramatically flings her head back to the car seat.

“You owe me kisses.” He wiggles his eyebrows and adjusts his glasses. She landed one cute dork. She can tell he’s eager to get home and decides to mess with  him. Her hand caresses his thigh, moving upward. “Y/N, we’re five minutes from home. I really don’t wanna die from a hand job when I’m five minutes away from bending you over the couch.” Her mouth hangs open and her hand pulls back. He was never so straight forward but she could feel herself get all flushed. She swallows hard and shuffles in her seat.

Harry pulls into the driveway and lets Y/N walk ahead of him. He’s been frustrated all day and wonders if she has been too. He wonders if she thought about his face between her legs last night and had to squeeze her thighs together. He waits for her to let Pippy in the backyard and as she walks through the kitchen he pushes her forward on the counter, lifting her skirt up as he pulls her underwear down. He wastes no time in teasing her folds, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ve wanted to bend you over and feel how wet you are.” He moves her hair away from the back of her neck and gives her small pecks, “Do you want to stay here or on the couch?”

She kicks off her undies and turns to face him, “The couch.” He sits on the couch first and pulls her on top of him, helping her undress. “S’not fair. I always get naked first, take it off, Styles.”

Harry smirks at Y/N and takes his shirt off, “Can’t take my pants off, there’s a naked girl in my lap.” She swings her leg back over, biting her lip as he exposes himself. He returns to the couch and taps her leg. “M’I getting more than kisses?” In the blink of an eye she’s lowering herself onto his hips. “You think of me today? You think about fucking me while you were workin?”

Over the past few months, Harry has gotten much more comfortable with talking dirty during sex. And he was good at it. “Mhmm, yeah.” He palms the flesh of her backside and squeezes every so often. “Always make me feel so good.”

Y/N speeds up and her hands grab those stupidly attractive shoulders, “I love when you ride me, feels so good to have your pussy around me.” Her eyes close and she tries to keep her rhythm steady. “I could barely concentrate today. I kept thinking about your legs around my head and then I thought about your legs around my waist.” He wraps both arms around her and flips her on her back. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about how wet you get for me.” He kisses her and thrusts so hard that she gasps into his mouth.

“Oh!” He moves even faster and he feels her legs shake around him. Her arms are around his neck and he sucks on her ear.

“I can feel it. I know you’re almost there.” He nibbles and she whimpers for him. “The feeling of my hair against your clit drives you wild, doesn’t it? You can get so sensitive, fuckin’ remarkable.” He returns to kiss her lips and she accidentally bites his lip.

He pulls away with his eyes closed and she can’t even tell him she’s sorry because he pounding into her. “I-shit. Harder, I’m gonna come. Please, harder.”

Harry pushes his knee into the cushion and balances himself so he has hold of her hips, “Like that?” Her hands are pulling all the cushions and she practically yelling for him. “So pretty when you scream my name, you know?” He feels that familiar squeeze that he loves but does let up his pace. “So pretty you make me wanna come.”

He falls forward and she sucks on his neck, “I wanna feel it.” This time, his hips slow but don’t stop. She couldn’t mean what he thinks she means; she had gone on the pill but He always pulled out. No, no she didn’t mean that. “Baby, come in me.” Fuck.

The thought makes his dick jump and he almost loses his words, “Are you sure? If you’re not you need to tell me like, right now.” She nods her hair and his forehead rests on hers as he releases. “Jesus. I think you broke me.”

Y/N’s tired laugh makes his body feel warm all over again. “I know how to fix you but give me like 15 minutes.”

4) The Morning After | Mature | 4122 words | 🤓 Marcel

The day after the greatest Prom ever and Louis and Marcel adjust to each other. Marcel doubts himself because Louis is too perfect to want to be with him, right?

5) While Everyone’s Gone | Not Rated | 4152 words | 🤓 Louis

Harry’s the captain of the basketball team, and Louis just so happens to need a lesson…

6) Best Night Ever | Explicit | 4986 words | 🤓 Marcel

Prompt: Louis is a super hot cheerleader and Marcel (omg) is the nerd. Marcel asks him to prom and Louis declines and then says yes after convincing. So on the day of the prom Louis is kind of upset then he sees Marcel. (He looks like normal Harry Styles.) Louis falls a bit in love. Que sweet prom scene. Then Marcel takes him home and fucks him and wow who knew Marcel was so hung and who knew he was a freak in the sheets with a dirty mouth? Que them getting absolutely kinky and filthy.

7) Tease Me, Please Me. | Explicit | 6369 words | 🤓 Harry

Harry Styles was blessed, to say the least. He’s the son of a lawyer and a nurse, which meant that not only were his parents wealthy, but they were extremely smart. Much like his parents, Harry was incredibly intelligent, and one of the kindest people that you would ever meet. He never partied or broke the law. He was just a normal eighteen-year-old boy trying to finish up his senior year of high school.

Except, maybe, he wasn’t that normal. You see, Harry was at the top of his class. He was the soon to be Valedictorian and the first student to be admitted into Harvard from his school since his father. He was what his classmates considered a ‘nerd’. And yeah, maybe Harry was a bit of nerd. The strangest thing about it all was that no one dared to say even the slightest bit of an insult or negative comment to Harry about the way that he was.

In his mind though, Harry knew that this was all too good to be true. He had watched too much TV to know that high school was nothing but hell. There was no way that he could get through these four years of his life without getting ridiculed for the way he was, at least once.

And well, he was right.

8) Will You Pour Me One For The Road | Explicit | 8590 words | 🤓 Louis

The one where Louis' a nerd and Harry's a jock and Louis' has had his heart broken too many times to believe that anyone that attractive can actually love him. Harry proves him wrong.

9) Just My Style | Explicit | 15443 words | 🤓 Harry

Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate.

Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash.

The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.

10) Pi Time | Explicit | 16719 words | 🤓 Harry

Hot, hipster Harry from Tinder is nothing like Louis expected. 

11) Souls; Plural, Parallel | Teen & Up | 19679 words | 🤓 Harry

Note: While this fic doesn’t have smut, it is MPreg Louis, so we’re including it.

Soulmates are rare, the sort of rare that means everyone has a story about a friend's sister's coworker or a brother's roommate's cousin. But the fact of the matter is that most people never meet theirs. It's unfortunate then, that Louis finds out the hard way that he met his soulmate in a club, and the guy never texted him back.

12) Supposed To Be | Explicit | 26610 words | 🤓 Harry

The Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

13) Strawberries & Cigarettes | Explicit | 74383 words | 🤓 Harry

Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

14) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words | 🤓 Louis

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”