#singer!harry

As I helped opal get settles into her crate I tried not to think too much about the trip ahead and what’s to come. The keys jingled in my hands as i snatched them from there small side table near the front door creating a slight sound of normalcy between all of the craziness my life has been lately. I slung my headphones around my neck, and with opal securely inside her carrier i finally stepped out into the bright, sunlit street. I caught my reflection in a car window and felt a bit ridiculous - sunglasses on, headphones dangling, and cat in tow - i shrugged it off and began my journey to the subway station.

The subway ride was pretty uneventful, at least it was at first. Opal was sitting quietly in her crate beside me as she watched the window in front of us, watching the city blur through the window. I put my headphones on and mindlessly browsed through Apple Music, i eventually decided on just playing “my station” after not being able to settle on any of my existing playlists. I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular really, i mean besides the fact that I was currently on my way to meet my ex boyfriend of 4 1/2 years. As if my phone knew what was on my mind a familiar melody began playing, i felt my body tense as i recognized it immediately, my chest tightened and the air suddenly became too thick to breathe. I reached for my phone to skip to the next song. It was his song, of course it’d be my luck that’s the song that starts playing as I’m on my way to see him again. Of course, skipping it didn’t help, the damage was done.

Moving on has been hard, actually it’s been more than hard, it’s been hell, absolutely brutal. We were together for so long, four and a half years. That’s a long time to share a life with someone, it wasn’t just the memories that lingered though - it was our plans, the dreams we shared that we’d stay up all night talking about, when the world felt ours. Marriage, kids, a beautiful house with a garden, i thought it was all within reach, that it was just a matter of time. But now? Just the sound of his voice in a song sends me spiraling. It’s only been a couple months since we broke up, and seeing him as often as I do doesn’t exactly help with the whole “moving on” thing.

But now, all we have left is opal.

Opal. Our little baby. She wasn’t quite a child, but the closest thing we had. We adopted her when she was just a baby, three months old. After we broke up neither of us could bear to part with her. we had gotten her together so in the end we decided on co-parenting opal, which isn’t ideal but at the very least she had two people who loved her, and despite our failed relationship i knew she was safe with him. Even if seeing him every time i dropped her off still hurt.

The familiar ding of the subway pulled me out of my thoughts and i realized we were at our stop. I pulled my headphones back down to the back of my neck as i stood up, then grabbed opals crate and hopped off the subway. I felt like the subway ride ended far too quickly, and before i realized it i was walking up the now somewhat familiar street towards his apartment. as i got closer and closer each step i took felt heavier than the last. It felt like i was dragging the weight of everything we left unsaid, unresolved. I tightened my grip on opals crate, her quiet purring served as a reminder that despite everything, some things hadn’t changed.

But most things had.

I wasn’t the same person who used to walk the streets of New York with him by my side, laughing at the stupidest things, talking absentmindedly about everything, and nothing at all. Yet now it feels like that was a lifetime ago when in reality it was just a few short months ago. And now here i was, walking the streets of the city we once shared, alone. Having to act normal in front of the man i loved, love but trying not to as I’m about to hand over our cat like it was just some business transaction, something normal.

Ahead i spotted him standing in front of his building. He was leaning against the wall near the doors to the lobby, looking down at his phone, a casual stance that didn’t betray any of the turmoil i was feeling. Typical harry, i thought. Always composed, always calm. I wished i could say the same for myself. I reached up with my free hand to adjust my sunglasses, hoping they hid more than just the sun from my eyes. As i approached his eyes were still glues to his phone, did he even notice i was walking up to him? Now a few feet away from him, i clear my throat in hopes of catching his attention, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.

He finally looks up, his green eyes meeting mine, and though he couldn’t see mine due to my sunglasses i swore i could see something flash in his - recognition? Annoyance? Regret? I couldn’t quite place it. Maybe I’m just imagining things. “Hey,” he said, finally pushing off the wall and sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Hey,” i replied, keeping my voice as steady as i could even though every bit of me felt like breaking and like my voice was shaking with the tension of being this close to him. We walk into the lobby and i crouch down to let opal out. Immediately, she dashed out of her crate, and toward him, brushing against him with a happy meow. I couldn’t help the slight pang of jealousy i felt at how easily she seemed to adjust to this life of back and forth we’d created for her. I wish it was that easy for me.

“It’s been a while, nice shoes by the way.” Harry said as he crouched down, scratching opal behind her ears. He didn’t look at me when. He said it, instead keeping his eyes on opal. I couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a subtle dig when he said it’s been a while. “Yeah works been a bit hectic, and thanks.” I responded as i stood there awkwardly and hugged my arms to myself. Suddenly the distance between us felt a lot larger than just a few feet.

He stood up slowly, his gaze finally meeting mine, and i just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “How’ve you been?” He asked, for a moment i almost believed he actually wanted to know.

Good. You?”

“Same.” he said, glancing down at opal again.

The conversation stalled, i could feel the silence expanding between us, this is all we had now — awkward exchanges, empty words just to fill the space where something real used to be. I wanted so badly just to say something, anything that could break through the surface. I didn’t even know where to start, everything felt too different, too fragile and close to breaking. Opal meowed again, winding between our legs, completely oblivious to the tension hanging in the air between us.

I sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “She’s been eating normally. Likes to hide under the bed more often lately but that’s probably because of all the travel recently.” Harrys eyes softened a little. “Yeah, she’s always liked her hiding spots huh.” He paused, then added, “I’ve missed her.” His words hung there, suspended in the air between us for a while and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was just talking about opal. I nodded at his words, something about the way he said it lingered longer than it should have, i tried to push it aside, maybe I’m just reading too much into his words. Looking down at opal again i sighed, “i’ll uh, see you later.” I mumbled, now just wanting to get out and as far away from this awkward situation as possible. I turned to walk away before he could say anything, i felt his eyes on me as i made my way towards the lobby door. His gaze was sticking with me more than i wanted it to.

As i exited the building, i felt my footsteps heavy on the ground again. I took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air and trying to clear my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the what-ifs. How i wish i could be done with all this. I couldn’t afford to keep dwelling on our past, especially not with everything going on. At least through all this change i still had my job, and im fortunate enough to really love my job. My job has always been my escape, allowing be to take a break from my real life and everything i had going on. I could create stories outside my own, i could be in control, or at the very least, i could pretend to be. But in moments like this, i was just me - and I couldn’t pretend to be anyone else. I had no script or direction, and I didn’t know how to fix it.

“Y/n, please,” Harry puts her hair behind her ear. Harry wants to tell the world that they are having a baby and the gender but she wants to have a party with her family and friends.

“Y/n, please,” Harry puts her hair behind her ear. Harry wants to tell the world that they are having a baby and the gender but she wants to have a party with her family and friends.

“Y/n, please,” Harry puts her hair behind her ear. Harry wants to tell the world that they are having a baby and the gender but she wants to have a party with her family and friends.

“No, I want just the two of us to know,” she shakes her head. “I don’t want the whole world to know you’re becoming a dad,” she mutters.

“Love, they will find out sometime,” she shakes her head.

“That’s scary,” she mutters angrily.

“Please, just one,” he says softly.

“Harry no,” she runs out of their bedroom, she can’t deal with it right now. She hides in the bathroom in their hotel room. She sits down on the cold floor and rests her forehead against her knees.

“It’s just one baby, we can still celebrate,” Harry sits down on the other side of the door. He rests his back against the door.

“Shut up,” she shouts. “Why are you so desperate to let everyone know?” She says angrily. She can’t deal with this, since she is having a little belly and everyone is asking her if she’s pregnant. In every promo interview for the movie, they are asking if she’s pregnant and who’s the dad.

“Why do you want to hide it?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You don’t understand, do you? Watch the promo interviews and you will understand,” she wipes her tears away.

“I won’t watch them all, I have a soundcheck in two hours, just tell me,” he is playing with his necklace. Harry is feeling anxious about her and why she wants to hide it.

“Ever since I had a little belly, everyone assumes I’m pregnant. It’s not just me,” she is thinking about whether she should let Harry in. “Why are you so desperate to tell the whole world?” She rests her back against the bathroom door.

“Harry we have to leave in twenty minutes,” Jeff tells him through the door. They are always there earlier to check if everything is okay with the sound and the music.

“I am desperate, because I’m so excited to finally be a dad. Are you not excited to have them?” He has teary eyes and a huge smile on his face. Harry is thinking about them running around the house and playing with him.

“I’m excited but at the same time, I’m scared. I’m scared I can’t protect them from the media,” she opens the bathroom door and Harry falls inside the hotel bathroom. She looks at him with teary eyes, Harry stands up and hugs her tightly. She needs a comforting hug from him, it always helps.

“It’s not only you who is there for them,” she hides her face in the crock of his neck. “Is there a specific reason?” He whispers into her ear.

“You are the reason, you’re Harry Styles,” she mumbles sorry under her breath. She feels guilty that she is saying Harry’s name. “I love you,” she says into his neck.

“I understand your fear,” he kisses the top of her head. Harry pulls away from her and wipes her tears away. “But we are being very careful with them and the media, we can talk about it later. I have to leave for a soundcheck. Wanna come with me?” He added. His voice was calm; he won't get mad at her for saying that. Y/n nodded her head she wanted to come with Harry. She's wearing one of Harry's big shirts, the belly is getting bigger and which means she can’t hide it any longer.

Harry puts his bucket head on her head. He wants to wrap his arm around her but she refuses. She pulls her hand into Harry’s, “the sun you know,” he mumbles. “Are you okay?” She nodded her head.

Y/n was playing Harry’s part of the conversation all over again, he was desperate to tell everyone that one kid wouldn’t be so bad, but they still have the other kid to throw a gender reveal party. She wants to do that since she was at her mum's party when she found out she was having a baby sister. She loved everything about it. She loves to dress up and show her belly to her family members, she wants to do that and Harry can’t ruin it for her.

Harry jumps down from the stage and pulls her closer by her waist. He presses a kiss onto her soft lips. “I love you too,” he whispers against her lips. “What are ya thinking?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Later, it’s a surprise,” she walks away from him. Harry walks behind her. “Don’t tell me there is a third Styles in there,” he stops her by her wrist.

“God no,” she shakes her head, “it’s a surprise, so drink tea and wait,” she pecks his lips and walks over to Sarah.

“So I heard that right, you two are having twins?” She nods her head.

“You know how much time they will take. One takes already enough time but two, good luck with them. How did that happen, I thought it was just one?” She opens the door from her dressing room and lets y/n in, she sits down on the little couch in her room.

“Long Story, we also thought it was just one and then I had to go to the hospital because I was in pain and then the doctor told me we are having twins. They haven't seen the second one. I didn’t break up with him before I told him, but that’s a different story,” she chuckles under her breath.

“A lot happened,” y/n agreed. She talked a lot with Sarah.

•••

“Jeff, where’s Harry, I need to tell him something before he goes on stage,” she is nervous. She wants to see his face when she tells him her surprise.

“Dressing room,” he looks back on his list, there are still a lot of things he has to do.

“H,” she opens the door from his dressing room. Harry is now wearing his outfit. He looks stunning, he’s wearing a vest and no tank top under it and Matching pants in the same yellow as the vest. “You look great,” she was too stunned to speak.

“Is that your surprise?” He's a bit disappointed. He thought it might be something big.

“No, sorry it’s just your body,” she shakes her head. “Here,” she hands him an envelop.

“That’s my surprise?” He wants to open the envelope, y/n nodded her head. She is still nervous about it and what he will say.

“Don’t open it,” she takes the envelope away from him. “Open it on stage,” she slowly opens his pants button and puts the envelope into the waistband of his pants. If she doesn’t stop anytime soon he is having a boner right before his show.

“You’re okay with knowing the genders of our babies?” Harry is surprised about her decision.

“No, it’s just one, I asked my Gynecologist if she could write two letters and put them into two different envelopes. I still want that party, don’t forget that Mr good looking,” she pokes his abs.

“You don’t understand how much I love you right now,” she goes onto her tippy toes and pecks his lips.

“I know styles, now go up there and tell me which gender our baby has,” she whispers. Y/n was thinking that when they are having twins they can’t have the same gender reveal. It would be fair for them to do it at once.

•••

Harry has a huge smile on his lips the whole show. He’s so excited the whole time, he wanted to do it at the beginning, but then he thought it would be more fun if he did it in the middle of the show.

“I have a surprise for you guys,” he sees how his fans start whispering what the surprise could be. He opens his pants button and they start to cheer.

“I won’t get naked,” he says with a calmness in his voice into the microphone. He pulls out the envelope and closes the button again. “My surprise,” he holds up an envelope and his fans start to cheer up.

“My partner gave this to me, now we will find out what it says,” he slowly opens the letter, some fans behind him trying to look at what it says. His fans are cheering at his statement that he’s in a relationship.

“Are you peeking?” He looks at the fans behind him. “Stop peeking,” Harry moves a bit away from them.

He looks at the letter with a smile on his lips, his eyes are teary. The camera guy zooms on Harry’s face, nobody knows what is happening except him and y/n, Sarah also figured it out.

“I’m having a girl,” he yells into the microphone, he’s jumping around. Harry runs as fast as possible backstage and hugs y/n. “We are having a girl,“ he says into the crock of her neck.

Y/n is still shocked that she’s having a baby girl, it feels unreal to know her gender. He jumps around and runs back onto stage. Mitch hugged him right after he got back on stage, everyone from the band and also his fans congratulated him.

•••

During Kiwi he changed the lyrics to “I’m having a baby,” he couldn’t stop smiling from that moment on he was thinking how they should name her and what dresses he will buy her, how much he will love it to be a dad.

He closed the show with sign of the times. He was looking for y/n all over the venue. He wants to celebrate with y/n. He entered his dressing room, he was looking over to y/n and he saw her tearing up.

He sits down in front of the couch to see her face better. “Lovie, what’s going on?” He coos. He thinks she’s just overwhelmed with the situation that he was screaming into the night that he’s having a baby girl.

Y/n wipes her tears away and wraps her arms around herself, “How do you feel about us?” She mumbles.

“I don’t understand,” he looks at her with an confusing look. He’s scared she will break up again.

“How do you feel about us going public about our relationship?” She says more calming this time. Harry takes her hands into his. “I know you don’t like it, but it doesn’t have to be like that,” she shakes her head. She’s not sure if he wants to hear it.

“Go on,” he wants to hear what her idea is.

“Two years we hid it, you said earlier you’re in a relationship and I said I’m in a relationship. If we are together it doesn’t mean we have to be together all the time,” she is saying her thoughts out loud.

“I understand you, and I think it might work. If it doesn’t we can pretend we broke up and we’re friends again. How does that sound?” He lifts her shirt up and wants to kiss her belly. She stops him.

“You’re okay with it?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, we can’t pretend forever to be just friends. Now let me kiss my girl,“ he presses an kiss onto her lips and then he sinks back down onto his knees and kisses all over her belly. “It wouldn’t make any sense when you’re on tour with me and we’re friends,” he added.

“You’re right, now let’s go back to the hotel. I wanna watch a movie,” she helps him up.

Y/n takes the envelope and reads the letter. She also wanted to read what it says.

Obviously, he was trying to make her insides churn -- why else would he ask her: 'would you like some croissant, mon chouchou?' Her nose scrunched up as she let her head hit the headrest of the seat, trying to swallow down her screech of giddiness.

With fists clenched tight because there was no other way she could express her ecstasy right now, she allowed herself to open her hand and loosen-up her jaw. 'I'd very much love some! Where are you right now?' She texted back, hoping she could pick him up.

Driving out and straight onto the main lane, she stopped about mid-way through, the street packed with cars and bikes.

Y/n looked up once again, to make sure the traffic light really was red, and right as she was about to look back down, they turned green -- and this is the first time she's been mad about that. Tossing her phone on the passenger seat as she turned her car on the left, she hoped that Harry would reply before she reached the U-Cut.

And while her full attention was on the road, she couldn't help but look at her phone screen from the corner of her eyes. Should she just call him? She slowed down her speed, waiting and waiting and immediately stopping on the side of the lane when he finally texted back: 'Cornelia Street, why?'

Her whole face scrunched up in confusion, as she quickly typed: 'what the hell?' She hit send too quickly, but still kept on typing. 'it's like an hour away! how are you gonna make it? the metro-station will shut down soon!' She texted him again, starting her car again to start driving.

The quicker she reached him, the better. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to stop at a red light again.

'I dunno... maybe get an Uber?' Her screen lit up with his text. 'Anyways, which one do you want?' He texted again, this time attaching 2 photos.

Y/n lightly shook her head, not able to believe that she's going to be driving for an hour to pick up this weird man she seems to have developed a huge crush on, when all she wanted to do leaving the office was to pass out on the lovely forest green sofa in her living room. And she only gets more confused when she sees her phone light up from the corner of her eyes again.

'Pick up whichever one you're eating, H' she sent him a voice message, not careless enough to text him that while driving at this speed. But just as she turns on the next road, a groan rumbles from the back of her throat when she sees another traffic-jam. It sure isn't as hideous as the previous one, but it's making her late, nevertheless.

Rien Que Toi et Moi started playing on low volume in the car as she picked her phone again, going straight to the text Harry had sent her.

'okay, you're clearly too busy to type 'gruyere croissant'. So, I will buy it for you even though I'm taking a chocolate one' was the first text, and the next one made her grin quite wide in slight embarassment. It said, 'Cause someone needs to be sweet to keep your salty ass sane'

'Don't get all grumpy with me now, we both know you can't live for even a day without salt' she texted back, chuckling already. 'And don't book any taxi, I'm on my way to pick you up!' She wrote again, now suddenly embarrassed.

This time, she threw her phone on the seat for once and for all, determined to stop only when she's on Cornelia Steet.

And as she drove, her mind was still on Harry. It hadn't escaped her, the fact that he remembered her favourite croissant, and knew she wanted that one only, even when she didn't say so. She knows that he too knows he'll be eating half of hers and then offer her a half of his'. Staying with her, he'd grown to like a lot of her favourites.

But what he's surely got to notice, is that a lot of his favourites, are now Y/n's as well. It's more than often that she's caught doing things that he loves to do, learning about things that he always talks to her about. And she remembered something flashing in his eyes when she told him that she's only doing it so that she can chat a little more about it with him.

Driving with her window rolled down, Y/n slowly and slowly felt herself calming down and little by little, falling for Harry -- with his little quirks and habits that make him who he is. But still there was a slight tightness in the midst of her chest that frightened her, a little alarm that always went off blaring every time her eyes landed on Harry, screaming at her to turn around, that she still had time, and her heartrate would go impossibly high.

But she knew, she had nothing to lose. The most that could happen was that he'd break her heart and people will stop murmuring about how she's got some colour in her face and a small smile on her mouth every time she walked by. And the gossips about her being cold-hearted would return. She didn't have anything more to lose and for some weird reason whenever she saw Harry, something inside her, maybe her heart, pointed at him and whispered without a pause in her ears, 'that's the one, that's the one.'

It's when she passes the board-sign with 'Cornelia Street' written across it that she parks on the side of the lane again. Picking up her phone, she texts Harry 'I'm in front of the 'Books and Lattes' cafe. Where are you?'

And it was like Harry was already on his phone because he responded right away. 'Should be visible on the first zebra-crossing you stop at!' his text said, and all of a sudden, a hint of giddiness bubbled inside her at the realization that finally she'll be seeing him.

And Y/n did see him, just as she slowed down as she neared the crossing. She looked to her left fist, out the passenger side window and in a split second her eyes found the pair of forest-green eyes that she longed to take a walk in all the damn time.

His Cheshire-cat grin so charming, it felt as though he had aimed it straight at heart, as he walked towards her. And just to poke fun at him, she didn't unlock the door -- rolling down the window instead. He waved at her with a dimpled smile, just a few steps away and as he went to open the door, "hey there, beau" she teased.

Harry rested his elbows on the sill, looking at her with a mockingly intense gaze. "Lose your croissant or unlock the door," he said quickly and laughed at her groan as he went to sit beside her. "I'm hurt that you'd choose a croissant over me!"

"I'm surprised that you're surprised," Y/n said, while backing up just a bit to turn into the other lane.

She heard him sigh and then saw him dramatically rub his forehead. "Disappointed, but not surprised," he said.

"Oh, c'mon darling-"

"I'm not your darling when 'm pissed at you!"

Letting out an amused laugh, she intertwined their hands in the heat of the moment, and that same old alarm went off blaring. "Now look who's being salty," she stated as a matter of fact, shaking her head when Harry muttered, 'you're never going to let that go, are you?'

And somewhere on the inside, a little voice in her head mumbled, "uh oh, I'm falling in love."

He grabs your hand this time. Together you head back into the venue as he makes small talk. Asking your name, where you’re from, how you liked the show and just simple things to get to know you.

“Are you okay with coming back to my hotel?” Harry asks as if you weren’t nervous enough. “Uhm, yes, sure.” You answer nearly in a whisper. Harry smiles, thinking you are incredibly cute.

The car stops in front of his hotel. There are a couple of fans waiting for him at the front door. Harry notices the shock on your face. Realising you might not want to be seen around here. 

“If you want to, we can go in separately and ask the driver to drop you off around the corner so no one will know you’re here?” He asks you as he gently strokes your wrist. You shake your head as you look outside once more. “I think it will be fine.” You say as you smile up to him. His eyes sparkle in the dim lighting making your tummy twist and turn. 

Harry gets out and walks around the car. Opening the door where you are patiently waiting for him as he instructed you. You get out and Harry’s hand immediately finds yours. He ups his pace and walks into the hotel with you right behind him. He greets the hotel staff sitting at the front desk as the both of you make your way to the elevator. He presses the button of the 8th, and therefore top-, floor.

The elevator shoots up quickly and dings when it comes to a stop. The doors open. Harry looks you in the eye with a slight smile on his face. “Follow me.” He says in the most endearing way imaginable. He holds out his hand for you to grab again and leads you into the right side of the hallway. He holds his keycard to the door at the end of the long corridor marked with ‘presidential suite’. Suddenly you feel more nerves kick in as you realise you’ll be locked in a room with the one in only in just a few seconds from now.

The room is big, even bigger than you expected. When you enter the room you’re located in a small hallway-like space. There is room for coats and suitcases and there is a spacious half bath to your right. If you continue to walk ahead you would enter the living space with a ginormous cornered sofa. There is a room divider in the middle which has a cute lit fireplace and a tv right above it. On the other side of the wall is a king sized bed and an en suite bathroom with a big bubble bath and fancy double rain shower.

You look around the hotel room with big eyes. “Holy shit, this is so pretty.” You flap out, shocked at your curse words. “Sorry, that was rude”. You add which only makes Harry laugh as he lets you wander around the room. 

“It’s fiiine.” He says dragging out the i with a chuckle. “Would you like something to drink?” You look back at him. He’s standing near the mini fridge with a bottle of white wine in his hand. 

“Oh! I would love that.” You exclaim. You could use a little bit of liquid courage.

Harry pours two glasses and sets them on the coffee table. You both sit down and relax into the big couch. Harry’s knee lightly brushes against yours as he repositions his body to be fully facing you. His touch shoots electricity through your body. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks after half an hour of basic questions. You tell him no to which he scooches closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So you don’t mind me doing this?” He asks soft and low as his fingers gently caress over your shoulder. You shake your head no to tell him you don’t mind and smile. The both of you had gotten comfortable around each other. He stares right into your eyes for what feels like an eternity. 

“You are very beautiful. I’ve been watching you all night in the front row. Singing along to every song I sang.” He whispers, making you shiver. You can’t take this any longer.

You rest my hand in his neck and twirl some curls around your fingers. Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He is clearly enjoying the feeling of his hair being moved around as the softest moan escapes his lips. His face inches closer to yours as he connects his eyes to yours. They are filled with lust and give your confidence a boost. His lips hover over yours for a few seconds until you add a little more pressure to your hand in his neck pulling him closer to you.

His soft warm lips finally touch yours. You’re completely paralysed for a split second. His lips move carefully against yours and you feel your bottom lip being sucked into his mouth. A soft whimper leaves your lips. Harry’s face is plastered with a mischievous smirk as he lets go of your lip. 

Your hand finds its way deeper into his curls and you tug lightly, receiving a throaty moan from him. Harry places his empty hand on your hip and pulls you closer. Both your legs are on each side of his lap, not breaking the kiss even once.

His hands are on my back right in between the top of my pants and the hem of my top. Mentally you’re thanking yourself for not choosing the jumpsuit you thought about wearing instead. One of his hands trails up, under your top, to pull you closer to his chest. He swirls his tongue around yours in the most passionate way you’ve ever experienced.

Being at his concert, finally seeing him in the flesh and up close, got you wet already. But this is causing your panties to be drenched.

The hand left on your back carefully travels down and he grasps your right butt cheek with those big hands of his. A whimper escapes your lips as you involuntarily buck your hips. He gets up with you in his arms and breaks the kiss with yet another smirk on those pretty pink lips. 

“I hope you’re in for a nice, steamy shower.” He says slow and raspy. It’s not even a question. Just a small warning for you to know what’s going to happen. But you are ready to fully give yourself to him. His voice alone causes shivers to run through your body, let alone what his touches do for you.

He places you down on the countertop next to the sink. Kissing you before he fully lets go of you.

“Sit tight.” He tells you as he steps away from you, fingers lingering on your knee to keep his touch on you for as long as possible. He steps into the shower to turn on both faucets so they will be nice and warm to welcome you in a minute. 

He swiftly makes his way back to you and presses his body fully against yours. Reconnecting your lips. He moans deeply as your lips reunite. His big hand finds its way to your neck to pull you closer. Your fingers tangle themselves with his curls as soon as possible, tugging lightly. 

“You like ‘em don’t you?” He basically growls at you mentioning his curls. The colour of his eyes turned two shades darker right when you jerk a bit harder at his hair.

Harry puts both his hands on your bottom to place you on both your feet. His body presses you against the cold tiling of the wall and his kisses move from your lips, along your jaw, down to your neck. He uses his lips and teeth to suck and pull on your skin, driving you absolutely insane.

Harry takes off his shirt in one swift motion. Revealing all of his tattoos on his stomach and arms. Your hand reaches for his chest to touch it but he swats your hand away. 

“Not yet.” He growls and grabs you by your throat with one hand before he roughly starts kissing you again. 

He stops and looks at you with lust in his eyes. He takes off your top and sighs when he finds out you are not wearing a bra. Soon your pants fall to the floor leaving you in just these lacy black panties. His eyes travel from your panties to where his hand is placed on your boob. The way he looks at you gives you so much confidence. You step closer to his body, your hands unbuckle his belt and your lips are once again found on his.

You pull his pants down and palm his throbbing cock through his gray boxers. A low grunt falls from his lips. Harry couldn’t wait to get your panties off so he pulls them down with both hands kissing your up your leg and belly as he comes back up. You felt insecure for a split second but Harry’s soft kisses and touches make you feel all better. 

The only clothing item left are his boxers and you are happy to get rid of them as soon as he’s standing back on both his feet. His cock springs free as you pull his boxers down. You have dreamed about this moment for so long, thinking it would never happen.

“You look even better than I imagined.” You admit. And the only thing Harry does is smirk. 

“You’ve been thinking about me like that?” He questions with a soft moan. As if it wasn’t obvious.

“Only all the time.” You reply and his lips crash back onto yours.  

After a couple more open mouthed kisses, Harry takes your hand in his and leads you to the shower like a real gentleman. 

“I hope the water isn’t too hot for you.” He looks at you with questioning eyes and you shake your head no. You like the steam and the burning feeling of the hot water touching your skin makes you go feral.

Once you’re both positioned underneath the water stream, Harry wraps his arms around your body. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your body against his. In a response, you wrap your arms around his torso and lay your head on his shoulder. You hum as you enjoy the moment and the safety of his arms. 

The moment doesn’t last too long as one of his hands finds its way to your butt again and squeezes firm into the flesh. Sweet kisses are being placed in the crook of your neck, his tongue licking over your already wet skin. Soft, quiet moans escape your lips. 

“Just touch me already, Harry.” You moan, being slightly surprised at your own words. Harry looks at you, smiling. 

“Getting a little eager now, are we?” His voice is cocky and you chuckle nervously. 

“Turn around.” He commands and you listen without thinking twice. His fingers slide over your butt, down to your soaking wet core. With his other hand, he pulls you closer to himself causing his hard on to be pressed against your lower back while his fingers carefully slide up and down your slit. He teases you, making you whimper underneath his touch.

Not much later, his thumb finds your most sensitive nub. Adding just the right amount of pressure. You let your head fall back against him, resting on his chest. You close your eyes in full bliss, moans and whimpers filling the bathroom.

Harry is wasting no time and puts two of his digits inside of you. Receiving your first open mouthed moan of the night. He pushes his fingers in as far as he can reach and moves his fingertips back and forth, hitting your g-spot. His thumb is still going around your clit. 

“Feels good, hm?” He growls. You moan as an answer, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Answer me, love.” He demands. 

“Feels so,” You start but cut yourself off by a moan. “Good.” You finally manage to get out.

Harry pulls his hand away from you and makes you turn around again so you’re facing him. His soft pink lips are finally back on yours. Your hands are resting in his neck holding him close before you carefully let them slide down his chest. One finger traces his left bird tattoo before you let that hand slide further down, gently brushing over his hardened nipple. He lets out a loud moan into your mouth. Making you want to do it again. Only this time you’re not as gentle and pinch his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger. 

“Oh my god.” He moans and kisses you sloppy. His tongue is all over a place. Both of his hands raise you up so your core is positioned right above his hurting cock, his tip pressed against you. 

In a reflex, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms keep a hold around his shoulders. 

“Tell me how many times you dreamed about fucking me?” He asks. He holds you up with his left arm and uses his right hand to slide the reddened tip up and down your slit. 

“Oh god,” You moan. “Too many times.” You add, going feral of the feeling of his dick against your aching cunt. Harry doesn’t seem satisfied with your answer and stops his movements in between your legs. 

“Fucking you is all I ever thought about.” You half moan and nibble on his ear. Seemingly satisfying Harry as he pushes the tip of his cock inside of you before he pulls out again. And continue to slide it up and down between your wet folds. 

“It might be your lucky day then.” He whispers before he licks and sucks on your ear. 

“I’m going to fuck this tight pussy of yours until you forget everything but my name.” He growls. God, have mercy. 

“Want to make me scream?” You tease him. “I bet you can.” You add which is enough for him to slam his dick deep into your tight hole. Both of his hands are now holding you up by your bum, squeezing firmly. You let out a loud moan, not being able to keep it in since he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his size. 

“Well, that was easy.” He grunts as he keeps slamming his dick up into you. Your hands are still in his neck playing with the ends of his wet hair. 

“I’m gonna find all of your sweet spots, baby.” He groans into your ear making you moan loudly again. You’ve never been this loud, but the things he does to you make you unable to keep your mouth shut.

His thrusts are slowing down and he puts you back onto the floor. 

“Turn around and bend over.” He demands and you do so without thinking. 

“Put your hands on the wall. You’re going to need some support.” He advices. Your hands touch the tiled wall and you move your bum from left to write to tease him. His hand suddenly lands on your ass cheek with a loud smack, making you squeal. You didn’t see that one coming.

He lines himself up and slides his tip in between your folds. The fucking tease. He slowly and gently pushes himself into you, drawing a long and loud moan from your lips. 

“You’re such a good girl.” He moans as he starts speeding up his pace.

“Please, spank me again.” You beg. Harry keeps thrusting into you but ignores you. 

“God Harry. Spank me!” You yell and so he does. His big palm smacks against your cheek again. The pain shoots through your body but turns into pure pleasure within seconds. 

“More.” I whine. 

His hand slaps me hard for the third time and squeezes firmly into my skin. You moan his name loudly, echoing in his bathroom. He is definitely leaving some marks on you.

“You really like being slapped, don't you?” He asks. 

“It feels so fucking good.” You weep. As a reward to your full answer he smacks his hand against your butt twice in a row sending you in an absolute bliss. You turn your head around to look him desperately in his eyes. He bends forward so he can kiss you on your lips. Both of his hands rest on your boobs, massaging them. 

He stands up straight again, squeezing one hand into your butt as the other snakes around your hips to connect his fingers with your clit. As he massages your sensitive nub, your moans become louder and your stomach grows tighter. 

If even possible, his hips thrust forward even harder, filling the room with the sound of wet skin slapping against each other, alongside loud moans. Harry hits all the right places inside of you and he feels you tensing up around him. 

“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you so.” He says as his hand on my ass lets go to grip my hair and he tugs at it harshly. 

“You’re such a good little slut for me.” He moans, nearly sending you over the edge. It takes every bit of you to remain yourself as this incredibly good feeling starts to build up in the lowest part of your stomach. You move your hips back into him, meeting his thrusts every single time

“Fuck, Harry, please let me come.” You beg loudly. But he tells you it is not the time for you to feel good yet. He pulls out and rubs his dick up and down your slit once more. He is back to teasing but it gives you some time to calm down. 

“Okay, listen carefully. I’m going to slam my cock into you in a few seconds. And I am not going to be gentle. You’re allowed to cum from the moment I say so, do you understand?” He says. His voice is sending shivers down your spine. 

“Y/N, do you understand?” He asks again and I moan in return knowing he wants a verbal answer but to your surprise, a sharp feeling is sent through your stomach when he thrusts his hips against mine with no mercy. He thrusts faster and harder than he did before.

“Oh God, Harry. You’re so big.” You scream, you can’t keep yourself silent anymore. Fuck hotel neighbours. You simply don't even care anymore. He keeps pounding into you for a while before his fingers find your clit again and he finally speaks up. 

“I want you to come all over my cock.” He moans. “Get me all wet, love.”His thrusts are getting sweeter, more gentle, as if it is all about you now.

The sweet feeling in your stomach starts building up again. Harry’s empty hand travels over my back and down to your breast to roll your nipple in between his fingers, retrieving some whimpers from your desperate mouth. His lips are moving all over your neck and shoulders, kissing, licking and nibbling on your skin. 

“Fuck, Harry!” You moan loud as you cum all over his cock. Harry thrusts himself into you a few more times rather carefully before he pulls out.

He pumps his length in his hand.

“Go sit on your knees.” He tells you to and you do exactly as you’re told. He helps you get down so you’re positioned next to the water streams, not wanting to drown you. 

“Now, open your pretty mouth like a good girl.” He demands as he steps closer to you, still pumping up and down. 

You part your lips and take the tip of his dick in your mouth. The taste of your orgasm lingers on his cock and you hum, sending vibrations through his veins. You swirl your tongue around his tip.

“You have such a pretty little mouth.” He moans.

“I want you to cum all over my face.” You whine, moans escaping your lips. Harry’s hand moves faster up and down his length using his free hand to cup your chin. His moans are getting louder as you lick over his tip once more.

“Ohh fuuckk.” He moans and his thick liquid shoots all over your face and into your mouth. You take his dick fully in your mouth to suck every last drop out of him and lick him clean. You bob your head a few times back and forth.

“God, you’re going to kill me.” He moans loud, clearly also not caring about those hotel neighbours.

You get up off your knees and the rain shower already drenched his semen off of your face. He pulls you in for a hug and kisses you passionately. Harry grabs some soap from the dispenser and runs his hands over your body before soaping himself up. You both rinse off.

“Let’s go get ourselves dried up and in bed. I hope you’re wanting to stay?” He asks lovingly. You nod in agreement with a big smile on your face. Harry grabs your hand and leads you out of the shower. He takes one of the big fluffy towels and wraps it around you. He grabs another towel for himself and looks at you with a shy grin plastered across his face. 

“What?” You ask.

“I really liked that.” He says nearly in a whisper as if he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Harry takes his shirt off the floor and hands it out for you.

“I don't know if you want something to sleep in?” He asks. You grab the shirt and thank him. Harry walks to his suitcase to get himself two clean pairs of boxers. 

“Here.” He says as he hands you one, making you giggle. Both of you pull on the boxers before Harry grabs you by both hands and walks backwards towards the big bed. He wraps his arms around you, still standing besides the frame, before he leans back to make both of you drop on the soft mattress. 

Harry holds you close in his arms and pulls your face against his chest. His fingers stroke through your hair and he lets out a relieved sigh. 

“You did so well, love.” He whispered and all you do is smile. Your teenage dreams just came true and you are feeling overly satisfied. But you can’t help but wonder what is going to happen after tonight. You were actually expecting him to ditch you right after he was done with you so him inviting you to stay the night came as a big surprise. 

“I can’t wait to do all of that again in the morning.” He continues. Well, that answers part of your question. 

Your eyes find his with a confused look on your face. Harry puts the pieces together very quickly.

“No, I never do things like this. If that’s what you’re wondering. And no, I am not planning on just ditching you tomorrow morning.” Harry tells you oh so lovingly and he looks at the clock. “Well, later today.” He adds as it is already past midnight. You get all flustered and shy.

“Okay.’ Is all you manage to get out before Harry’s lips are on yours again. He kisses you passionately and his hands are all over your body, slipping under his shirt that he gave you to wear.

He pulls you on top of him. Both of your legs are on either side of him and you keep kissing. Tongues fighting for dominance. 

His hands run down your back, down to your hips, pulling you down onto himself. His member is already hardening in his boxers, pressing against your sore cunt. You moan nonetheless.