NOTE: Just a reminder that while this is step!dad x step!daughter - Harry has never been a father figure to Y/n in this story. They met when she was already in her 20s and Harry is closer in age to Y/n than he is to her mother. Their relationship is clearly inappropriate but he never knew her as a minor or a child and I would never write that kind of stepdad fic (anyone who's been a fan of this trope since the beginning knows this). < for all the haters who accused me of that not long ago
Summary: You come home for the weekend and Harry just wants you to tell the truth. Based on this ask!
A/n: It's been almost a year since I've given y'all anything for stepdad!H. ENJOY!
You did it again. Reached your socked foot out to his lap and nudged against his crotch. Your mom was just in the other room talking to you about what she should make for dinner since you were planning on staying for the weekend.
“What if we just order pizza?” You answered as you grinned at your stepdad, pressing down at the lump that he was trying to keep at bay.
Your mom walked into the living room just as you quickly pulled your foot away from Harry. You’d both been sitting on opposite sides of the couch and the moment she stepped out of the living room to get ready for her scheduled surgery you started fucking with him.
“Okay. I’ll pick up a couple of pizzas on the way back. There’s this new pizza spot not far from here that I’ve been wanting to try.”
Harry sat up and placed his elbows on his knees to hide the way he was already thickening in his pants, “Sounds good, love.”
She bent down to kiss him and then looked at you, patting your knee, “Glad you’re here for the weekend. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
You smirked to yourself as you turned your attention to the TV and Harry sat quietly in his spot as your mom walked out. You knew you were in for it.
For one, you hadn’t seen Harry in weeks. You’d been too busy and you were enjoying college life. You still texted him frequently but he was jealous because you’d often be out with friends and that included guys. He’d see your Instagram posts where you were dancing with other boys or wearing very little and he’d text you asking who you were with and it’d just make you feel all smug and satisfied to know he was suffering like he was.
For another thing, the moment you walked into the door that morning you’d been nothing but bratty with him. A right pain. But that was because you needed something punishing and rough from him. Something that would stick between your teeth and that you’d feel for a few days after you left.
Well, you just needed Harry to fuck your brains out. You’d tried fucking around with other guys but they didn’t do it for you. No one did it the way Harry did.
And the moment your mom’s car was out of the driveway and down the street you felt his hand gripping your arm and pulling at you, “You know better than to act this way with me.” He pulled your stretchy shorts down, taking your panties with them and tossing them across the room before he had you stuffed, face down on the couch with your bare bottom up in the air.
The first swat to your ass was welcome. It was like a shot of pain relief to your insides. The next one stung but you moaned with a grin on your face. The third and fourth made you wiggle your bottom at him and sigh loudly, “Yes, Daddy…”
And that made him pause, “You know what? I’m too nice to you, aren’t I? Giving you exactly what you wanted. But you’re nothing but a childish brat,” the palm that landed on your ass that time had you hissing in pain. He did it again, harder and you felt like your skin was starting to welt.
He held your wrists together behind your back as he landed blow after blow to your backside, making you howl and attempt to move away from him but you had nowhere to go. Tears and slobber were wetting your face and the couch cushion.
It hurt. It fucking smarted. Every strike was worse than before and you knew you’d started it all but damn was he making you wish you’d just been nice.
There was also the fact that you sent Harry a photo of yourself making out with a college guy as you sat in his lap half-naked. You and Harry had been arguing and he told you he didn’t want you anymore anyway and you were hurt by that so you found yourself someone who did want you. You knew Harry was pissed about that too.
“So did you fuck him?” He growled as he finally let up with the spankings.
“Yes. Big cock too,” you lied. You didn’t have sex with him, but he did finger you and it was awful and the moment he pulled his pants down so you could blow him you realized what a mistake it was. His prick was barely half the size of Harry’s.
“Oh yeah? Then why are you so wet from me just beating your ass like this, hmm?” His palm ran over the achy raised skin on your bum and then down to your pussy where you were drenched, “Feel like if you were being fucked properly you wouldn’t be so desperate right now. Bet you’re lying to me.”
You grunted into the couch, your words muffled, “I’m not lying. He’s so good in bed. Miss him.”
Harry laughed, “No you don’t. You missed Daddy. That’s why you got all excited the moment my hands got on you… Yes, Daddy…” he mocked your voice as he repeated your words before landing another solid thud against your bum cheek. You jolted forward and cried out.
“Just tell me the truth and I’ll give you what you want. Something you can’t get from anyone else.”
“He fucked me with his big cock, bigger than yours, and he made me come so much. I let him have me anally last night.”
Harry’s thumb slid over your ass, “If he did then he has a pencil dick. Either that or you’re still lying to me. All you have to do is fess up. Be a good girl for Daddy and tell the truth. Have you really had sex with him?”
You gulped as you felt his thumb tease around your tight hole. Rearing back to urge him to push it in he pushed you back into place, “I’ll stick my thumb inside and fuck your pretty cunt if you tell me the truth.”
Moaning at just the thought of it you turned your head, “He only fingered me. But I hated it. I promise that’s the truth. Now please, Daddy…”
Harry was still and stiff suddenly. It was like the atmosphere in the room had grown thick and heavy as he pulled away from you completely, your hands falling away when he released your wrists. You turned to look at him.
“Harry… I only did it because I’m trying to move on. You get to–”
“I really don’t want to talk about it. Get your top off.”
You stood from the couch and pressed your lips flat, pulling your t-shirt off over your head before stepping in front of Harry completely naked for him to do with as he pleased.
His eyes were dark, brutal, as he slowly removed his belt and then tugged at his button and zipper.
“On your knees on the couch, turned away, face down. I don’t want to look at you right now.”
You did as he said. You knew he was extra pissed off. That you let someone else touch you. Placing your knees on the couch cushion you bent forward and placed your face back into the cushions, “Daddy, I’m sorry. I only want you. He wasn’t even goo–”
You yelped at another smack to your very tender ass and felt his hand pressing down at the back of your neck, “Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear about him.”
He stood behind you and you felt his hands on your hips after letting go of the back of your neck before he rewarded you with his big cock, impaling himself until he was buried in balls deep. You were already sodden from the way he’d spanked you and the way he spoke to you. You’d needed it. You’d need him.
And when he began jackhammering into you, hips thudding against your ass, hands gripping meat of your hips to pull you against him every time he thrust forward, the sticky heat that formed around his cock from your dripping hole… it was relief.
You knew you were fucked in the head for everything. For what you liked and for doing what you were.
He was pounding into you like he was in a hurry and it was all you could do to hold yourself steady as he bullied his fat cock inside. He hissed as he watched the way he stretched you open, “Always gonna need Daddy, aren’t you?”
You gurgled as drool pooled onto the cushion under your mouth, “Yes!”
Just like what you wanted, it was punishing and unkind. You gasped as you held onto the material that covered the cushions. Involuntary grunts were falling from your chest as Harry punched into you.
“Try to make me jealous by sending photos of little twerps you’re seeing but we both know they can’t give it to you like this. Because you’re dirty, filthy… you like your pussy getting railed deep and hard with a nice big dick just like this…” He was panting his words, gritting his teeth. He was on the edge already. He’d missed your tight your pussy. And you too, but he wouldn’t admit it right then.
Letting go of one side of your hip he slowed his plunges and you felt his thumb drag through the spot against your pussy where he was pushing into you. He wiped your arousal all over his thumb and smeared it around your anus before awarding you with a nice little stretch as he pushed his digit inside and began it thrusting, “Need your ass and your pussy stuffed, need to be spanked… you need a lot of things don’t you, baby?”
His cock was dragging into your guts and against your front wall just right, making your walls flutter. And when Harry felt you squeezing he couldn’t help but to take his fingers over your clit and press circles where you needed it. As mean as he might be, he still wanted you to come. That was partly due to his ego and needing to be the best. At least if you did sleep with someone else one day, Harry could tell himself he always made you feel good when he fucked you.
You were grinding back against him, muffled moans coming from you as slick dripped down your thigh. Every plunge of his cock through your wet pussy was gushing, sloshing and Harry was clenching his jaw. What he was watching was filthy and hotter than anything he’d ever seen. Your ass was all marked up, your swollen pussy was gulping him in, and your ass was pulsing around his thumb.
“Coming already?” Harry inhaled deeply, almost in a whimper when he felt you begin to shake and your pussy began to milk him. “Fuck… So desperate to have someone take care of you. Can’t get what you need from any of those losers… mmm shit baby… always coming back to me for more.”
It was true. You hadn’t had sex with any of the guys you tried dating because they didn’t do it for you. You tried but they weren’t Harry. They didn’t handle you the way he did. They didn’t know your body the way he did and they never would because you didn’t want them anyway.
Harry groaned and cursed as he drove into you deeply and you could feel him throbbing as he pumped his come into your tummy. Illicit and hot… you both got each other off like no one else ever could.
When he pulled himself out he cooed, his thumb gently tracing around your ass, “That’s my favorite. Watching my come drip from your pussy after I just destroyed it. Still shaking too,” he gripped the back of your thighs, “Can you sit up?”
You mumbled affirmatively and pushed yourself up slowly, Harry steadying you with his hands. He helped you off the couch and you noted he’d already tucked himself back into his pants, while you were stark naked still.
“You okay?”
You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips, “So good. That’s just what I needed.”
Harry smiled and splayed his big hand around the front of your neck and drew you in for a kiss that had you melting.
One day it’d come back to bite you, you were sure, all that sneaking around. But in that moment it was a secret you and Harry would keep holding onto to enjoy for as long as possible.
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“Argh, fuck. Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop, mmhnnnn,” Her moans were straight pornographic. Her bare tits are pressed to the marble counter as her step dad pounded into her cunt repeatedly. Her arousal coated his prick that slid in and out of her, swiftly. His hands strong on her hips as he thrusted in and out of her. Harry’s large cock fills her vagina, spreading her open.
It’s been a bit over a week since Harry’s been buried in his girl’s cunt making the stretch seem so unfamiliar for her. Harry missed her bad. He missed having her wrapped around him. Whether it being her lips, the walls over her cunt coating his prick or her hand, he missed her. Her mother was home more often this week alone. It sucked for them both because those sexual pleasure they can receive from one another is a blow or hand job. It wasn’t all bad, but they needed to feel it again.
When her mother revealed she was going to have to fly across the country for work, both tend to hide their excitement. Giving her looks of distress as she walked out the door and into the awaiting Uber to take her to the airport, before clothes were thrown and they had each other again.
Harry grunted as she clenched around him, his eyes rolling back a tad before they landed on the way her ass cheeks recoiled with his rhythm. Harrys view was obscene. The way her back flexed as she arched and pressed her face to the counter every now and then. The way she would claw at the table, digging her fingernails into her skin whenever he’d hit that spot that caused her to screamed and let out an insane mewl that could only be caused by Harry himself. “Being such a good kitten. Letting Daddy fuck your hole. Always so good f’me. Always such a good toy.” His tense thighs met hers, their skin slapped and the sound echoed through the walls. His right hand that laid on her hips found a new home in her hair that was flowing crazily on her back. He gripped her hair, she moaned as the strands were tugged, her hands once again, clawing at the counter.
“Ohhhh, yesyesyes! Fuck, Daddy… Always so good for you,” The moans of pleasured continued. “Your toy,” She told him as she gasped like she needed air. Because of Harry’s tight grip on her hair, her head stayed tilted up to the ceiling. At this point, her eyes were glossy and her mouth was slowly spilling salvia due to it being open for a spacious amounts of time.
Swatting her right ass cheek making her jut forward, the pain immediately turns to pleasure. Her body moves with his. She rocks back and forth as they are in a precise rhythm but Harry continues to test the waters and fucks her faster and faster. Fucking her directly in that g spot, she cries out the words, right there, right there.
Right now, Y/n couldn’t keep up with the man. He had let go of her hair, his hands going back to her hips as he thrusted into her, the bottom counters being banged by his knee.
The familiar burning coil she missed so badly soon returns. “G-gonna cum Daddy! I’m going to cum,” She warns her stepdad, making him speed up his thrust.
It wasn’t long until her orgasm slowed down over Harry’s prick, and they’re both groaning. Profanities are chanted like prayers as he slowly rolled his hips as she came.
Just as she came down, Harry turned her around, keeping her steady as he wobbly legs almost failed her. His lips met hers in a sloppy, hot kiss. Kissing her softly, his tongue found hers like his cock found her clit. She gasped to the sudden touch, her cunt throbbing and trembling at the pressure of Harry’s red mushroom tip gave her.
She pulled away from the sticky kiss, looking down at Harry rubbing his cock through her folds. Without a warning, Harry hiked her leg up by his waist and lined his dick with her entrance. Harry slides in swiftly.
A moan ripped from Y/n’s throat when she feels her cunt spread once again. “Oh Daddy,” She whined, gripping the edge of the counter. as she slaps his duck on her wet cunt
“Can’t get enough of your cunt, you know right? I love your pussy so much darling.” Harry’s lips wrapped around her pebbled nipples.
“I know you want to cum again, baby. Is that right? I can feel you clenching. Ye’ want to cum around Daddy’s cock again, hmm?”
She answered apace, “Y-yes, sir. I need it again, mhm.”
a/n: IM BACKK!! this took disgustingly long to get back sorry x
summary: Artemis doesn’t know what Harry does for a living so he takes him to the studio for the day.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: I deleted the ask by mistake but this was resquested! I missed writing for these two! Blurbs with baby girl Morgana are coming, don't worry! (requests are open)
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Artemis didn't understand what Harry did for a living yet.
Being a musician didn't count as a profession in his mind. Hell, he couldn't even pronounce the word right. That, of course, always made Harry laugh because in the eyes of the little boy he was jobless.
Artemis met Harry when he was on a break. So aside from short trips to LA and a few occasional meetings, he was pretty much free all the time. He was quick to catch up with the differences between Harry's schedule and his mommy's and came up with the conclusion that the man didn't have a job.
Just like every Friday night, Harry arrived at Y/n's house with takeout from Artemis' favorite restaurant so they could have dinner together. Usually, Y/n preferred to cook, but it was the end of the semester and she had tons of essays to go through and her work pile only seemed to get taller so they decided to just order takeout.
He let himself in with the key he had and went straight to the living room, hoping to see his two loves chilling there.
"Harry!" A mop of curls came running towards him, wrapping his little arms around Harry's legs.
"Oof, almost took m'down, monkey." He said, running a hand through the little boy's soft hair. "Where's ye mummy?"
"Bathroom. Pick me up, Harry."
He chuckled but of course, obliged to his baby's request and picked him up with his free arm. The boy immediately wrapped his arms around Harry's neck pressing a kiss on his cheek. Harry's heart melted on the spot before returning the kiss, letting out a dramatic "mwah" to make him giggle.
"I thought I heard your voice." Harry heard his girlfriend and turned around to see her. "Hi, H."
"Hello, m'heart." He said sweetly before giving Y/n a short kiss on her lips. "Where do I put the food?"
"Let's go to the living room, Artemis has already picked up the movie."
Harry and Y/n took a seat on the couch while Artemis chose to sit on the floor by their feet, too focused on the movie that his eyes wouldn't leave the screen as he opened his mouth so his mom could feed him.
"How was work today?" Harry whispered, turning his attention to his girlfriend.
"Tiring. I don't think I can grade another paper." She sighed, dropping her head on his shoulder. "And tomorrow I have to do laundry and you know how long that takes when Artemis insists on helping." She chuckled softly.
"Why don't I take him out tomorrow? That way you can focus on your work, and don't worry about the laundry, the monkey and I will do it when we come back."
"Are you serious?" Y/n lifted her head from his shoulder to properly look at him, looking for any sight that would tell her he was joking. But of course, he wasn't. His eyes were filled with nothing but love and admiration.
"Absolutely. Anything to make you feel less stressed, baby. I might have to take him to the studio for a little bit though, Tyler called and said there was a problem with some vocals we recorded yesterday." He said.
"Are you sure he won't bother you? You need to work too."
"Please, I've been wanting to take him for a while to show him I'm not jobless." He joked.
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Just like he promised, he woke up bright and early and got Artemis ready for the day. Making breakfast and leaving a plate on the microwave for Y/n when she woke up.
"Where are we going?" Artemis asked as Harry scooped him from the floor to place him on his car seat. "And why is not mummy with us?"
"Your mummy has a lot of work to do, sweetheart. But hey, don't you want to spend the day with me?!" He said over excitedly, making the little boy giggle.
"To the park?" He said, big doe eyes looking straight at Harry. He made the most adorable face Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "We go to the park, Harry!"
"I can take you later, monkey. Right now I wanna show you where I work, do you want to go with me?"
"You work?" Artemis asked, tilting his head to the side in pure confusion.
"I sing songs, Arty. Remember?" The little boy nodded. "Wanna go see me do it?"
"Yes!"
After buckling him up in his car seat, Harry got inside of the car and drove off to the studio they've rented to record the album. Artemis asked for some music so they blasted old One Direction songs as he requested. Harry absolutely adored every second of it and it was the biggest ego boost whenever he'd ask to play his old band's songs or his newest stuff. Although said ego was also permanently bruised whenever he remembered he wasn't Artemis' favorite 1D member.
"Alright, buddy. There'll be some friends inside too. They're nice, okay? Do you remember my friend Mitch?"
"The one with the big cat?"
Harry chuckled and nodded before unbuckling him from the car seat, helping him off the car.
They walked the short distance from the parking lot to the building, Harry keeping his grip on Artemis' hand firm but gentle. Mitch and Tyler were already inside, waiting for him to arrive.
"What are we doing here, Harry?"
"Here is where I work, monkey. Here I write and record the songs I sing."
When they entered the room, Mitch was sitting on the couch with his guitar while Tyler was on a swivel chair close to the booth they used to record.
"Well if it isn't Mr. Styles who has finally graced us with his presence!" Tyler exclaimed.
Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "One time, Tyler, I've only been late one time."
"And who do we have here?" Tyler asked with a softer tone, noticing the small boy hiding behind Harry's legs.
"This is Artemis." Harry said. "Monkey, this is Tyler. And you already know Mitch over there." He pointed to the other man, who put his guitar down and smiled at the boy.
"Hi, I'm Artemis" Artemis mumbled, about to put his thumb in his mouth only to be stopped by Harry who grabbed his hand instead.
Harry encouraged him to take a seat next to Mitch while he went inside of the booth to record.
"We're missing the background vocals for Sunflower. Let's start with the chorus then go from there."
Harry nodded and before he slide into the booth, he turned to Artemis. "Doing good, bud?" Artemis gave him a thumbs up before making himself comfortable next to Mitch. "Can you keep him company for a little bit?"
"Of course, go on. I'm gonna show him a couple of moves, right bud?"
"Yeah, I stay with Mitchy!" He said more confidently.
Harry smiled before leaving them alone. He waited for Tyler to give him the green light and started singing.
He sang the chorus a couple of times before they were satisfied with the vocals, moving on to the outro of the song.
He lifted his head for a moment, a smile appearing on his face when he saw Mitch holding Artemis in his arms as they listened to Harry.
Harry was having fun, his heart full as he was singing one of the songs he has written for the love of his life, knowing her son, his little monkey was listening to him on the other side of the room. Wanting to make Artemis laugh, Harry started doing weird noises without thinking.
"Sunflower, sunflower. Ayy, woo, ow." Harry's smile grew as he heard Artemis' little giggles. "Woo-woo, woo, woo-woo, woo"
Artemis laughed louder, clapping a little as he copied Harry's sounds, now making Mitch chuckle.
"Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh. Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo." Harry curled his index finger on his mouth, making a "pop" noise.
"Do it again!" He heard Artemis exclaim, making the three men laugh. "Again, Harry!"
"You heard the little man, Styles. Do it again!" Tyler said, opening the mic to talk.
"We got a bossy public in our hands, uh" Harry teased. "Alright, I'll do it again."
Artemis was bouncing on Mitch's arms, giggling every time Harry would make a different noise, asking him to keep doing them. At this point Harry was doing whatever Artemis asked him to do, the little boy making a few sounds himself. Harry loved seeing him like this, being playful and less shy around people.
At some point, Tyler put Artemis on his lap and let him mess around a little bit too. Teasing about how he'll be the new producer of Harry's album.
They spent two hours in the studio before Tyler let them go, knowing they couldn't entertain a four-year-old for much longer as he had young children on his own.
"Did you have fun, monkey?" Harry asked as they exited the building.
"I did! I like your friends, Harry."
"They liked you too, buddy." He assured him, opening the backseat door for him. "So, do you still think I'm jobless?"
"No-uh." He said, kicking his little feet back and forth as he waited for Harry to start the car.
"And what do I do for work?"
"You do funny noises in the studio!" He exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands.
Harry mentally facepalmed, shaking his head while letting out a breathy laugh. Of course he'd say that.
"That's right, monkey."
"I wanna be like you when I grow up, Harry!" At Artemis' words, Harry's heart melted on the spot. "Can I be like you, Harry?"
"Wanna steal my job, mate?" Harry teased, making Artemis giggle. "I'm honored, monkey."
"Can we come back again?"
"Of course! I can bring you with me whenever you desire, baby. You just have to ask."
Later that day, Harry received a couple of voice messages from Mitch, and when he opened them, his heart fluttered. Mitch had managed to record Artemis' giggles and little noises he was making at the studio.
ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.
warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying
wordcount: 2481
harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella
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Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…
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It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.
The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.
The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.
Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.
Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.
A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”
Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.
“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.
“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.
From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.
“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.
“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.
“I will call security, sir!”
“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.
“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.
“She’ll be fine-”
“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.
How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.
“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.
Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.
“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.
As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.
“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.
“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”
“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”
The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.
“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.
“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.
“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”
“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.
“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.
“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.
“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.
“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.
“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …
“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.
“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.
Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.
“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”
“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.
“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.
“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.
“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.
“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”
The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”
All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.
“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.
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“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”
“Thank you so much Ben!”
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“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”
“Yeah mommy?”
Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.
“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.
“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.
“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”
“That’s right baby, very good!”
“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.
“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.
“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.
“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.
“Do you want him to be?”
Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”
“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.
“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.
The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.
“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.
“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.
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WARNING: this will contain mature subjects including the following- talk of trauma due to abandonment, sex, & alcohol!!!
BACKSTORY OF Y/N AND HER DAUGHTER EMMA'S LIFE BEFORE HARRY-
Y/n gave birth to her daughter Emma at the early age of 16. It wasn't a planned pregnancy of course. Her and her high school boyfriend was just dumb and immature teenagers, thinking skipping a condom one time wouldn't hurt anything. Well the one time they were too lazy to wear a condom was the one time she got pregnant.
She had the option for an abortion but y/n knew she could never actually go through with it. Getting pregnant was a mistake that she needed to take responsibility for. So a month after her 17th birthday, she gave birth to her beautiful Emma. Y/n's then boyfriend said he wanted to be a part of his daughters life, and he was. Until Emma was about 5 years old. When Emma turned 5, her daddy just left. She didn't understand why her daddy had left her. Being so young, Emma assumed she must have done something wrong. But in reality, her daddy was always a piece of shit who just acted like he cared for the first five years and gave up on acting because he said it was too exhausting to carry on.
So y/n raised Emma the best she could. She was a great single parent. Of course she had struggles like any other mum but she was a fighter and determined to give her daughter the best life even if she didn't have a dad in the picture. Y/n was lucky enough to be giving the opportunity to work a great, high paying job in Hollywood. When Emma was 7 years old, y/n went to cosmetology school to be a hair stylist and makeup artist. She thought once she graduated that she would just work in a small, local salon there in Los Angeles. Oh how she was wrong.
Somehow she ended up working as the hairstylist and makeup artist on movie sets. At first y/n only did the movie extras hair and makeup, beings most of their shots were from a distance and they didn't have to look perfect. Not that y/n was bad at her job, but she was an amateur. She honestly didn't mind doing just the extras who played in movies. She had done makeup and hair for extras in movies like Pitch Perfect, The Hunger Games, and 50 Shades of Grey. It was really a variety of all different genres of films and gave her really great experience.
Someone high up in the film stylist department on movie sets got in contact with people from high budget films and recommended y/n, but not only recommend her for movie extras but for the main cast of those movies. It was kind of like a promotion so to speak. When she got informed of this information, she was over the moon.
Her first job after being promoted was the movie Bad Moms. When y/n got the assignment of doing Mila Kunis' hair and makeup, her first time doing the lead role, she thought it couldn't get better than for her. Some producers of films don't know how big their movie is gonna be until its finished and out in theaters. I mean some movies just turn out as flops. Fortunately, Bad Moms was one of the highest grossing movies in 2016. The better the movie does by critics and the public, the more the people behind the scenes get paid. Whether that's costume designers, hair and makeup artist, location coordinator, etc.
In May of 2016, y/n got assigned to a movie that would change her life forever. Dunkirk. For this film, she would have to travel for the first time with her job. So far, y/n had only worked on movies that were filmed in Los Angeles. But Dunkirk would be filmed in a variety of places but manly in France. Beings that it was a Christopher Nolan film, she was going to get paid big money and she wasn't even starring in it. Just doing the actors hair and makeup for their on-screen appearances was gonna earn her big bucks. The only down side for y/n was that she would be away from Emma for a few months. Y/n's parents were gonna keep her until y/n got back home. She was happy to have loving parents who adored her daughter.
Y/n didn't know much about the movie Dunkirk and what it entailed. She just knew it was going to be a war movie. In the United States, schools don't teach students about that war in particular because it had little to no involvement with the US. Y/n didn't even know who was going to be in the cast until she arrived on set the first day.
Hair stylist and makeup artist for movies usually get assigned to cast members who will be in a lot of scenes together. So most big production films have several makeup and hair styles on set for that reason in particular. When y/n got the list of people she would work with, she almost shit her pants. Harry FUCKING Styles. Y/n thought Harry was just a singer in One Direction. When did he become a actor she questioned.
Y/n didn't know too much about Harry or One Direction. She knew they were super famous and loved by many but y/n was too busy with her job to be an active fan of them. For all she knew, Harry was some rude snob that yelled at everyone in sight. But when he came in to her trailer to get his hair and makeup done on the first day of shooting, y/n soon realized he was the exact opposite.
Harry was a lovely guy who was super respectful. He came in each day with a smile on his face and even started bringing y/n a cup of coffee each morning. Y/n got to learn a lot about Harry in the time she worked with him. She learned that One Direction went on hiatus. She learned that Harry is actually 4 years younger than her. She learned all about his up bringing and hobbies. Though she only got about 2 hours with him everyday, y/n felt like she had known him all her life. They really connected.
One day while y/n was in the middle of doing Harrys makeup, which wasn't a lot because he had a ton of under water scenes, he reached forward and kissed her. You'd think that y/n would have pushed him away or act surprised but she actually kissed him back. It wasn't a super long kiss, but a quick and gentle one. Harry knew he was risking their jobs but he didn't care. Well he did care but he knew how to be secretive and not get caught by prying eyes. Mainly because he was use to sneaking around from being a public figure for so many years and enjoying his privacy.
A week went by after that kiss and that's all y/n thought about. That was the best kiss she'd ever had and the kiss wasn't even that saucy. Harry couldn't stop thinking about that kiss either. He had kissed many people in his day, men and women, but something about y/n's lips on his was the best. He knew he needed more. So late one night when he was alone in his hotel room, Harry got the courage to ask y/n to come visit him. Earlier that week, he told her what hotel he was staying in and what room number he'd be in.
First, y/n was apprehensive. Not because she didn't want Harry like that. She thought he was very attractive and she could only imagine his skills in bed, but Harry didn't know her biggest secret as of yet. Something she was scared to tell him because she thought it would push him away if he knew. And that was that she had a daughter. An 11 year old daughter for that matter. Not a 2 year old but a preteen. Harry wouldn't want to be with someone that came with baggage. Not to mention her body didn't look the best. She had stretch marks and saggy boobs. Y/n was very insecure about her body. After thinking and thinking about his offer, she decided to yolo and just go for it.
She drove to his hotel at 12:00 in the morning and took the elevator to the proper floor. Then walked to his room. Harry was very surprised she actually came, but none the less excited.
FLASHBACKS TO THE NIGHT THAT REALLY STARTED Y/N & HARRY'S RELATIONSHIP-
Y/n walks in his hotel suite and Harry can tell she's nervous. "You look nervous y/n." Harry says quietly, not wanting her to feel any amount of uncomfortableness.
"I mean I am a bit. I haven't done this type of thing in a while and their is something I haven't told you and I don't know how you'll react." y/n spoke. Harry gets nervous for a moment, trying to find the right words to respond with.
"I'm sure what ever you need to tell me isn't going to scare me away. Plus its alright if you haven't done this in a while," referring to sex, "I'll go at your own pace and be gentle." Harry says sincerely. He's very versatile in the bedroom. Whatever his partner wanted, he could accommodate to. If they wanted him to be dominate and manhandle them, while pounding them into the mattress, he would. If they wanted to take over and dominate him, Harry would let them. If who ever he was having sex with wanted to go slow and make everything sensual, he did just that. So he is unsure what she was nervous about or what she needed to tell him.
"Umm," she stutters before spitting out, "I have a kid. An 11 year old daughter. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to sleep with someone who has a near bout teenager. Plus my body doesn't look the best. I have saggy boobs and a jiggly belly. May even have a loose vagina for all I know. Haven't been with anyone since I was with my daughters father and when we had sex, he didn't even communicate with me, letting me know if I felt good for him or not. He'd fuck me in the dark and as soon as he got finished using me, he'd turn around and fall asleep." Y/n is out of breath by the time she finishes saying all that. Harry just stands their in shock. Not that he cared she had a daughter. He was actually fine with that. If his feelings for y/n keep growing, her daughter will just be a part of his life as much as y/n would be.
Harry also stands their in shock at what she said about her ex boyfriend. How could any man have sex with a women and not communicate how they feel or ask them how they feel through-out. To Harry, he could have sex with someone he's only known for an hour, but you best believe, their pleasure is his number one priority. He always asks the girls he's having sex with if they are alright or if they feel good. The thought of a women not being taken care of during sex makes him sick to his stomach. Also Harry's been with many older women and most of those women have children. Not in full fledge relationships but the sex part. Mostly one-night stands. He's never cared about a women's imperfections. He thinks they're beautiful. So he doesn't care what y/n's body looks like or how tight or loose she is. Though tighter the better but it wouldn't be a deal breaker if it came down to it.
Without a second thought, Harry strides over to y/n and quickly locks his lips with hers. She's taken back but relaxes into his gentle touch. Pulling his lips away just slightly, Harry pants out, "Y/n, I don't care if you have a daughter. If this works out between us, she will be a part of my life as much as she is yours. And I don't care if your boobs sag or you have stretch marks on your skin. I just want to make you feel good. Can I do that?" Harry whispers the last part. Y/n is so overwhelmed that all she can do is nod her head for a response.
Harry presses his lips to hers again and leads them over to the bed. The kiss gets more passionate and their tongues start touching and spit gets exchanged. Blindly, Harry reaches the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly begins to pull it over y/n's head. Then he switches spots with her so that he's sitting on the bed and he pulls y/n on his lap. More specifically his thigh. Her jeaned crotch sits directly on his bare thigh due to the shorts that he's wearing having ridden up. Y/n moves unintentionally and it was just enough to bring a shooting pleasure through her body, making her moan into his mouth. She tries to replicate that feeling by intentionally grinding down on his thigh and she starts to subtly shake on his lap. She hasn't even had the time to masturbate in months so of course her clit is gonna be sensitive.
Y/n keeps a steady grind going on Harry's thigh while reaching to pull his shirt over his head. They break from the kiss only for a second and continue. Her panties are dripping at this point. She honestly doesn't know if Harry likes her riding his thigh. He hasn't told her to stop she thinks, so he must not care.
Harry reaches behind her while kissing and unhooks her bra. He carefully drags the straps down her shoulders and tosses it on the floor. Now they are chest to chest and he can feel her hard nipples rubbing up on his tattooed front. He wants to stop her hip movement but y/n seems way into her pleasure that Harry can't help but let her continue. He just wants her to feel good and if that means she rides his thigh and has an orgasm than so be it.
Y/n doesn't even intend to actually come on his thigh, but she underestimated how sensitive she was. All the sudden the knot in her stomach, that she didn't even notice seconds ago, bust and she has to pull her lips off of Harry's to cry out as her orgasm rips through her. She grinds down her pussy as hard as she can at first, but suddenly her clit becomes too sensitive and she jumps up so her crotch is only hovering over his leg. Y/n's breathing heavy on his neck and Harry is being patient with her and lets her body slump over his as he rubs over her naked back to sooth her.
A few moments later once y/n has got her breath more controlled, she whispers, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to come yet." Harry can hear her embarrassment by the way she speaks. He doesn't want her to feel embarrassed. He actually found it really sexy, watching her come all over his thigh.
"Hey," Harry pulls her face back from his neck so he can look at her face to face, "it's alright. I didn't mind. Just want you to feel goods all and I'm assuming that felt good yeah?"
"Yeah that felt really good." y/n says breathlessly.
"Good." Harry quietly replies and stands up turns them around so that y/n's back is on the mattress. He crawls up on the bed beside her and begins to unzip her jeans with his slow fingers. Then he pulls them down her legs. When he comes back up, he hooks his fingers in the sides of her panties and searches her face for reassurance. When she gives a small smile, Harry proceeds to pull down her soaked panties as well. Y/n is quick to cross her legs but Harry isn't having any of that.
"Y/n, you look amazing. I don't even see any flaws on your body. Alright? I won't judge you for how you look. I'm much smarter than to judge a women's body because I think every women is unique in their own ways." Y/n could literally burst into happy tears right now. She has never had someone speak so highly of her naked body. She always thought she looked ugly and fat but Harry sees otherwise. And she knows Harry is being sincere because from the amount of time she's known him, he's always had the up most respect for everybody but especially women. This is the type of man any women would be praying to marry she thinks to her self.
Harry stands from the bed and reaches down, sliding his sweat pants and boxers off. He isn't the slightest bit embarrassed about what he has. I mean he doesn't go around and brag but he knows he was gifted with a beautiful cock and every girl he's ever slept with has told him that.
Before he gets back on to the bed, Harry grabs a condom from his pocket, remembering safety first because doesn't want to accidently get her pregnant again and then questions, "Umm... how do you want to do this? You on top? Me on top? Whatever you like is what we'll do. Just want you to feel comfortable."
Y/n is falling more and more in love with Harry she thinks. Usually the man does the position he wants to do without even questioning his partner. Not Harry. He's always asked his flings and one-night stands what position they're comfortable in. For many reasons really. One being that the experienced women he's been with usually know what position gets them off the best. Two being that some women are unsure the possibilities of other positions and he will suggest a new position for her to try for the first time and see if she likes it. But for y/n, she's basic when it comes to sex. All her and her baby daddy did was missionary and in the future y/n may want to explore new positions, but right now she wants to just go with the classic. "You on top." she speaks slowly, as if she's unsure of herself.
With that information, Harry crawls up the bed and straddles her thighs. This is the first time y/n has got a clear view of his penis and she is in heaven at the sight. It's beautiful in her eyes. She could picture his cock in a porno or for educational purposes in a text book. It's got a bit of girth but not to girthy. It's long. Like very long. She guesses 8 inches or more. He isn't circumcised but that doesn't matter to her. A perfect cock to her is natural. Not one that's had surgery before. (Unless it was for health reasons.)
She hadn't even realized she was staring until Harry breaks the silence with, "Do you want to put it on," referring to the condom in his hand, "or me?"
"Oh um, you can." y/n speaks shyly. This was their first time being together sexually and she wanted to do the least possible things that could end in her embarrassment. Yes she has a child but she lacks in sexual experience. Her and her ex boyfriend was super young when they began having sex and neither of them really knew what they were doing. After Emma was born, they had sex a couple of times but like mentioned earlier, it was basic sex that she didn't even get off from.
Harry takes the condom from the wrapper and rolls it on his hard length, making sure to leave tip loose so his cum has somewhere to go. He's an expert at using condoms because with his career, he can't risk getting anyone pregnant. When the condom is perfectly secure, he hovers over y/n, supported by his muscular arms, and bends down to reconnect their lips. While kissing, Harry glides his hand down her body until his fingers meet her groomed pussy. He avoids her sensitive clit and dips a finger between her lips to see how wet she is. He knew she was some degree of wet from her recent orgasm but Harry being Harry, he wanted to be extra cautions and make sure she is wet enough for intercourse.
At the feeling of his fingers caressing her slit, y/n moans into his mouth. Harry can clearly feel she's wet enough for him. She's already dripping on the bed sheets. He removes his hand from her wet pussy and places it around his latex wrapped cock. He positions his tip at her entrance and begins to slide it in. "Mhm." y/n whimpers at the pressure between her legs.
"You alright? Just need to let me know if I need to stop and I will." Harry heaves out, looking down at the beautiful women below him.
"Yeah I'm good. Just tighter than I thought I'd be and its a bit uncomfortable but I don't want you to stop. Keep going." she says back.
"You're defiantly not loose I can tell you that. Feel like I could already burst and I'm not even half way in." Harry tells y/n, with his face contorting from the pleasure he's receiving. He takes his time sliding into her tight walls. Maybe its the fact that she had her daughter 11 years ago but with all the milfs he's slept with, Harry's never had any to be this tight. Not that any were loose but this is virgin level tight. And he's had sex with many virgins so he's well equipped in that area as well.
Harry finally makes it all the way in and stays still to allow y/n to adjust. While painfully waiting, he kisses along her jaw and neck, trying his best to comfort her and help her relax. They aren't dating officially yet so he doesn't want to scare her off with too much affection, but they know each other more than just a one-night stand would. He feels some kind of an emotional connection with her and Harry hopes she feels the same. So until she states otherwise, he feels its okay to show her sex is much more than stick it in, pump three times, cum inside female, and retract. It's about feeling vulnerable and letting euphoria take away your worries from the day. Even with the many one-night stands Harry has had, he made sure they always had the best time and even gave them proper after care when it was all over with.
"You can move now." y/n shakily says aloud while keeping a tight hold around his back with her arms. Harry pulls back his hips slowly and pushes them down to meet his hip bones with hers. His pubic hair grazing her trimmed mound. She moans but Harry can tell it isn't filled with complete pain. Y/n is beginning to enjoy it which is a good sign.
Repeatedly, Harry thrust in and out of y/n at a slow rate, not wanting to go too fast for her but she needs more. She's not feeling any more pain and her tummy is coiling up fast. To be honest, she's only ever came from penetration and penetration specifically once and it was by accident. One of the first times y/n and her ex boyfriend had sex, he was pounding into her and he angled just right and her body went into a frenzy. She's only ever felt that level of pleasure from her clit. So when her ex randomly hit her g-spot, she lost control of her body. Which was scary for y/n because she didn't fully trust him. Not that he was super evil and would do harm to her but in the state her body was in and the level of knowledge he knew at that time, she was scared to let go completely in his presence. With Harry, she feels completely safe. Even a little too safe if that's even a possibility. She may be older than him but his knowledge on sex makes her feel twice as young in the moment.
"Har....ry can..can you maybe go faster please. Feels so good." y/n moans below him.
"Mhmm of course love." Harry whispers in her ear and if he was in a different situation, he might have scolded himself for using the word 'love' but he couldn't find a reason to care right now. He listens to her request and starts to pick up his pace. The sound of skin slapping skin aluminates the hotel room, along with heavy breathing and low moans. Neither of them feel 100% comfortable moaning freely because this is their first time and both are a little self conscious.
Without stopping his steady pace, Harry brings his hands down from their position by y/n's head and grabs both of her legs, wrapping them around his waist. This creates her hips to elevate more and allows Harry to rub her g-spot repeatedly. Instantly, y/n throws her head back on the pillow below her and subconsciously digs her nails into his back muscles. Harry can defiantly feel the marks it's bound to leave but actually enjoys the sting it brings.
Over and over Harry's hips pound into her pussy and y/n knows she's close. When her ex boyfriend and her had sex and the rare times she actually did come, she never would tell him. She'd just crumble from her climax and her ex would soon follow. So right now she's debating on if she should warn Harry her orgasm is coming or just let go freely. Is that even a normal thing to say during sex? Letting your partner know you're about to release? Y/n didn't know the answer to those questions.
With Harry's knowledge and skills on sex and all things sexual, he can pick up on the signs that lets him know the female is about to come. By the way they hold their breath for seconds at a time. By the way their legs start shaking and chest heaves rapidly. And the biggest sign of them all are the vaginal contractions. When the female is close to or is in the process of having an orgasm, they squeeze their stomach muscles, which in return squeezes their vaginal walls that the male is penetrating in. Right now Harry can feel and see all the signs that y/n is on the cusp of letting go.
To help y/n reach her release faster, Harry brings one of his hands down to her throbbing clit and begins to rub pressured circles into it. This causes y/n to jerk and squirm and wanting to let her know that she doesn't have to hold on any more, Harry takes a deep breath and says in a dry voice, "You can let go y/n. Come on my fingers and cock."
With the reassurance from Harry, y/n finally feels comfortable and safe to let go. The way his fingers work perfectly on her clitoris. The way his long cock rubs her g-spot with every thrust. The amount of pleasure she's receiving is too much and she orgasms all over his dick. Her body shakes uncontrollably and her back arches off the bed, making her breast press against Harry's. She digs the heels of her feet into his ass cheeks. There is sweat rolling down her face. Her mind is completely blank and for the first time in her life, y/n has let go physically and mentally. The comfort of Harry allowing her to feel safe enough to do that.
Harry soon follows his release with hers. He's been holding off this entire time from how beautiful she looks and how tight she is, but feeling y/n squeeze his cock, he ejaculates ropes of cum in the condom. He lets little grunts escape his lips and is too deep in a state of pleasure to care if he sounds ridiculous or not.
Harry removes his fingers from y/n's clit and stops his hips from moving. Then he gently falls on her chest and buries his face in her sweaty neck. Both of them are heaving heavily, coming down from their highs. All y/n is thinking about is how that was the best sex she's ever had. Well she's only had sex with one other person so its not much to compare to, but it was way better than her ex ever gave her. Harry is thinking the same thoughts. That was some of the best sex he's ever had. Maybe because he's truly catching feels for y/n but on all levels: emotionally, physically, and mentally, that was the best sex he's ever experienced.
After laying together and catching their breath for a few minutes, Harry gets up to go into the hotel bathroom and fetch y/n a cloth to help her clean up. He comes back a minute later and carefully wipes over her sensitive pussy with the damp cloth and then helps her put on her underwear and bra so she's more comfortable. Harry does the same with himself. He puts his underwear back on so y/n doesn't feel weirded out or uncomfortable around him.
Nervously Harry asks, "You can stay if you'd like? I know its late and I'd hate for you to drive back to your hotel at 3:00 in the morning."
"Alright but I need to make sure I wake up a bit earlier than my normal time so I have time to go back to my hotel and get dressed before I have to be on set for hair and makeup." y/n replies back with a sleepy smile. Harry is very happy she decided to stay. He's never kicked one-night stands out after having sex but he's never asked them to stay either. He usually loves to cuddle with them even if they barley know each other because Harry is just a cuddly person. But he has to remember that y/n isn't some one-night stand. She's a women that does his hair and makeup on his movie set that he just so happens to have caught feelings for.
Harry goes around the room turning all the lights out and pads over to the bed where y/n is laying. He peels the covers back and slides in. At first he's scared to try and cuddle her. He doesn't even know is she likes cuddles when she sleeps. She may be the type of person who loves their space because they get too hot or just feel claustrophobic when someone is too close. So instead of trying to cuddle y/n, he just lays on his back and stays awkwardly silent. Its y/n who brakes that silence. "Do you like to cuddle." she whispers shyly.
Y/n is a very cuddly person herself. She doesn't get to cuddle many people but when she does, she loves it. Makes her feel safe and secure. She was nervous to ask Harry that question. Y/n just didn't know she was reading Harry's mind. "I love cuddles. Was gonna ask you the same thing but got too scared. Didn't know if you'd like that or not." Harry responds just as shyly. Y/n scoots over and hesitantly lays her head on his tattooed chest, right on his heart beat. He excepts her body instantly and wraps his arms around her back, shoving his face in her untamed hair. Then with the heavy hotel comforter on top of them, they fall asleep is a comfortable silence.
-ENDING OF THE FLASHBACK TO THE NIGHT THAT REALLY STARTED Y/N & HARRY'S RELATIONSHIP
CONTINUING Y/N & HARRY'S START AND JOURNEY INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP-
Surprisingly after the night that y/n and Harry had sex in his hotel room, it wasn't that awkward between them. He came into her trailer to have his hair and makeup done for his scenes of that day, and brought her a cup of coffee like usual. Harry did notice she acted a little shy, but didn't question it too much because he knew it was probably just in her nature. Being that intimate with someone and then acting like it didn't happened would be hard for anyone he thinks.
The days went on and finally the movie came to a wraps. Y/n felt really sad but Harry didn't. Well he was gonna miss his fellow actors that he was with each day but Harry knew he'd see y/n again. They actually made plains to meet up when they arrived back in LA. They still hadn't labeled what their relationship was at this time but they both knew it was more than a friendship. Both Harry and y/n were just afraid to say it. To say it was turning into a relationship.
For many reasons really. Y/n was scared to actually be in a relationship because she was afraid of Harry leaving her like her ex boyfriend did. She didn't want to put her daughter through that again. Also she knew being in a relationship with Harry came with a lot more baggage then she even had. She never thought it through properly, but Harry is famous famous. Y/n was good with taking criticism and hate but she knew that some people in his fan base was ruthless. And having Emma exposed to all that was something that terrified her.
Harry was scared to call what they had a relationship for many reasons as well. He knew that most of his actual relationships never lasted long due to them not being able to take online criticism very well. It would always get too much and they'd leave. He never really blamed them because he knew what his life entailed. The paparazzi and stalkers. The millions of fans that caught his every move. Also Harry was afraid of commitment. Not that he was scared he'd accidently cheat because he was getting tired of the same person each day, but afraid that one day he would realize it just wasn't meant to be and brake her heart. It would kill him to see y/n's heart get broken over something that wasn't even her fault.
When they got back to Los Angeles, y/n told her daughter Emma about Harry. Emma being a moody preteen was not pleased. Emma didn't care if he was famous. She lived in California where she'd walk by celebrities on the streets, so it was a normal occurrence for her to casually see someone famous. Not to mention her mum working on movie sets and getting autographs and photos with them all the time and bringing them home to show her.
When Harry got a break from his movie promo, he invited y/n and Emma to come to his home. Harry was always cautions as to who he let come to his house. If he ever gave his address to the wrong person, they could share it online for millions to see and he'd end up having to move. But he trusted y/n and wanted to spend some time with her that wasn't in some tiny trailer on a beach in France. Even if that meant Emma had to tag along. If Emma was a part of y/n's life than he'd fully except that.
At first, Emma was shy towards Harry. She knew he was really nice and she liked that her mum was happy, but she had deep rooted trust issues that her father gave her. So any man that her mum tried to be friends with or attempted to date, she would stay cautious and keep a guard up at all times. Also something that Emma found weird and hard to fully except was their age difference. Not that she found anything wrong with it but her mum already had her at a young age and Harry being younger. That would have made him like 12 or something when she was born.
Two months of being back in LA and they made it official. Y/n and Harry were dating. They still choose to keep it on the downlow from the media, but to them and close family, they were a couple. Emma was upset at first but finally excepted it. Her excepting it didn't mean that she was over the moon but she warmed up to the idea more than she had before.
They couldn't do normally dating activities like go to the movies or eat at fancy restaurants because of potential paparazzi, but Harry always tried to make up for that. He'd instead take y/n to his private beach in Malibu and they'd go hiking in the forest. Y/n would get her parents to watch Emma so she could stay the night over at Harry's house on weekends. They'd watch Netflix and cuddle on the couch. Have sex when they got the chance. Life was going good for them.
Through-out all of 2017 and 2018, Harry and y/n continued dating. They had bumps along the way but nothing that they couldn't work through. Y/n still worked as a hair and makeup artist for movie actress and actors. Harry still wrote and preformed music, along with a few acting gigs here and there. Y/n even moved in with Harry at his Los Angeles home a year into officially dating. Along with Emma of course. He gave Emma one of his many spare bedrooms. Harry could actually see himself marring y/n.
She had everything that Harry looked for in a partner. Y/n had a nice personality. Always caring for others. She didn't have the perfect body but that's what made Harry fall in love with her from the start. She didn't care about what others thought of her. Except for Harry because he was the only one who mattered. She was an exceptional cuddlers in bed. And watching y/n and Emma's relationship, it made Harry question what it would be like to see her holding a baby. A new baby. Their baby.
Harry also grew to love Emma. He noticed that she was very timid and shy around him at first but as time grew, she came around. He knew why she was being closed off because y/n explained a lot about their past a few months into dating. Not wanting to keep him out of the loop for too long. So Harry never held it against her or got aggravated with her when she didn't want to share certain things with him or just wanted to be around her mum. He knew how hard it was for him at the age of 8 when his mum and dad got divorced and his mum started dating someone. It took him a while to except his stepdad into his life, but eventually Harry considered Robin his father. Not step but just dad. He was devastated when he got the news of his passing and had to take a trip back to England for the funeral. Harry invited y/n and Emma but they declined saying it was a private family matter that they didn't want to intrude on.
In January of 2019, they got engaged. Harry purposed to y/n during a lovely picnic on his private beach in Malibu. Just him and her and the beautiful Pacific. He was very scared to ask her. What if y/n thought their relationship was moving too fast. They'd been together for a little over 2 years but some couples wait a decade before getting engaged and married. The one thing that made Harry brave enough to actually purpose was all the conversations they'd have late at night or on long distant car rides. Conversations about starting a family together. What it'd be like to have babies they made together. What it'd be like to be officially tied to each other for life. He couldn't see a life without y/n at that point.
Y/n said yes without second thoughts. She loved Harry. Was in love with Harry. And she loved how excepting Harry was of Emma. He never tried to exclude her from things. Always wanting her to be a part of their relationship. Except when he wanted alone time with y/n. They would finally be a proper family. Even though they both knew that a ring or a certificate didn't have to be necessary for them to not already be a proper family. Because they were already a family in their eyes. Harry just wanted to make y/n his wife so they were solidified.
In June of 2019, they had their wedding. It was a small wedding on the same beach Harry purposed to y/n on. They had only close family and friends. Harry's mum and sister came to California all the way from England. Y/n's immediate family were there. It was just what they wanted. Simple but sweet and very private.
Unfortunately the wedding announced their relationship to the public. With all the pictures their friends and family took and posted to Instagram, it was fast news in the Harry Styles fan base as well as major media outlets. Because they had been together for a couple of years, most of Harry's dedicated fans already knew about their relationship. Being as secretive as possible but still trying to live life so the odd appearance of them together would leak. Well it was never set in stone for them but they just assumed and most got it right. Some of his fans didn't take the news well. Saying it was fake and their relationship wasn't real. A stunt as some fans said. Other fans were just happy that Harry was happy. Then a couple fans were just sad and jealous but none the less happy. In the end though, neither y/n or Harry cared about what the public had to say. It wasn't their business even if Harry or y/n occasionally shared glimpses of their relationship online.
After their wedding and a long long conversation, y/n and Emma moved to London with Harry. Harry was still keeping his Los Angeles home for when he came back to visit or work, but wanted to go back to England because he was getting homesick. He'd travel back to England a few times a year as it was for Christmas or family emergencies, but mainly stayed in California for Emma and y/n. Harry knew that y/n loved her job and Emma went to school, but he came up with other options for the both of them.
Harry actually got y/n a job as a hair and makeup artist for UK singers. Well it's wasn't just UK singers but more or less singers singing in the UK. Like for instance Taylor Swift or Shawn Mendes when they would have concerts somewhere in the UK. Instead of doing the hair and makeup for actors and actress in movies or tv, she would be backstage at arenas and stadiums doing the touch ups on singers and performers hair and makeup when they came backstage for costume changes or during the halftime breaks of concerts. Usually singers would need light powder on their faces due to sweating or need a little hairspray if their hair is falling out of place.
As for Emma, Harry and y/n agreed to put her in a private school located in the heart of London. She had the option for public school but beings as though y/n and Harry had unpredictable schedules with their jobs, they knew that private schools were more lineated on missing as long as its a viable reason. And Harry had the money so why not put Emma in a top learning school that would give her the best education.
Emma wasn't happy at first. Moving to a whole other country was a big change for her. She went to a public school in California where she had friends and she had her grandparents that she loved dearly. Though she did visit England a few times since her mum and Harry's relationship begun, living there would not be the same as visiting for a few days. Also she worried the people at her new school would make fun of her accent. Emma had the typical California accent that you hear in movies and tv. Plus she was worried people would bring up Harry all the time.
Back in California, ever since Emma's mum and Harry's relationship was announced to the public, unintentionally, that's the only thing people talked about with her. How is it like living with Harry Styles? Is it weird I want to fuck your step-dad? Have you ever seen him naked? How often does he and your mum have sex? Emma was tired of people only wanting to talk to her because of who her step-dad was. And anytime those questions would be asked to Emma, it made her want to vomit. He's her fucking step-dad. Yes she can obviously see he's not ugly and has a nice body, but thinking anything sexual about him was gross to her. Emma didn't see Harry in that way. She barley saw him as a dad because of his age and her stubbornness to not let him enter her life completely.
Don't get Emma wrong, she loved Harry and y/n's relationship. She had grown fond of their family of three. It's just Emma never got too close to him or let him into her personal problems. Anytime she had trouble at school or felt troubled in anyway, Emma always went to her mum. Most times y/n would tell Harry anyways so he knew about the issues Emma had, but excepted her daughter still being a little closed off towards him. She knew that Emma was slowly growing from her past trauma of abandonment and was letting Harry closer as each day went past.
Once they moved to England with Harry (late 2019), in his London mansion, y/n started her new job and Emma started her new school. Y/n actually really enjoyed her new job. A lot of the celebrities she worked with, she had either met before from being married to a pop star or knew personally from Harry actually being friends with them. Emma started her new school. In America she was still in middle school but there in England, she was actually going to be in high school. Which she thought would be terrifying but turned out to actually make many friends. Friends who didn't care who her step-dad was. Of course some occasionally asked about Harry, which she didn't mind if it was innocent questions like when he's putting new music out or does he sing around the house a lot, but a few of her friends did like asking invasive questions.
Harry had to explain to Emma what she could and couldn't say about him. Like Emma couldn't go to school and share a unfinished song that he had shared with her and y/n. Or Emma couldn't talk about private matters when it came to his career. That wasn't much of a problem for her anyways because she quite liked knowing she had secrets only she and her family knew about. It was fun to her.
When covid-19 hit the world in the beginning of 2020, all three of their lives were put on hold. Harry couldn't go on tour like he had planed. Y/n didn't have a job because her job required concerts to happen and concerts everywhere had stopped. Though her not working didn't matter financially because being married to Harry, she was already rich, but she was sad because she actually loved her job. Emma had to do school work at home through zoom calls. Other students on zoom would beg her to show Harry on screen or ask her to sneak a candid shot of him doing an everyday task, but she was more respectful then that. Emma knew Harry liked his privacy and she knew how he struggled with finding it and knows his home is one of his safe spaces that she didn't want to mess with. She even had teachers that would try and medal in her home life and ask unnecessary questions just because they knew she lived with Harry. It aggravated her but she just had to ignore it and move on.
So through the remainder of 2020, y/n, Harry, and Emma stayed at home most days doing family activities or doing work related jobs that could be done at home. For Harry it was writing songs. For Emma it was school work. For y/n it wasn't much because she relied on other people in order to do her job but she did give Harry and Emma hair cuts and makeovers when she would get bored.
Now in the current year of 2021 and the world is slowly opening back up. Harry still couldn't tour yet but he got to do the odd radio interview if it was in England. Y/n started getting a few jobs lined up for some small concerts they're allowing to happen. Emma went back to actually attending school. Life was slowly getting back to normal.
Until one day, y/n had to fly back to LA for a friends funeral. A friend she had in school and kept in touch with for a few years after. They hadn't been the best of friends in recent years but still spoke over text every few months. Y/n got the call that her friend was in a horrible car accident in the middle of the night. As soon as she heard the words of her friends name, car, and accident, she broke into hysterical tears. Harry imminently sat up from the bed and comforted y/n by pulling her into his chest and rocked back and forth until she was breathing steady and fell back asleep in his arms.
Y/n had just left with one of Harry's drivers to the airport so she could get on a plane to fly back to California for her friends funeral. She's gonna be gone for about a week and that leaves Emma and Harry home alone together. Sure they have been home alone together before but just not overnight. Emma was a little nervous to stay with Harry without her mum home. Not that she is scared of him or anything he'll do, but even having been in her life for 5 years now, she still isn't that close to Harry. Close as in hugging or having deep conversations. Still, Harry didn't push her because he could see the progress she was making and knew eventually they'll have a father/daughter bond that he actually wanted. Harry wants to be close to Emma. He loves Emma. He'd do just about anything for her, that's how much he loves her. Even if him and her mum got a divorce, which isn't happening, he'll still make Emma a part of his life.
"Can I maybe go to my friends house for tonight?" Emma asks Harry while they sit in the movie room, minutes after y/n left for the airport.
"Which friends and what will you be doing there?" Harry questions her back. Harry may be young himself but knows how to act like a parent when necessary. He knows all too well how British teens act and doesn't want Emma to be caught up in anything that's not appropriate.
"Umm, just Katie's house and a few others from school. We're hanging out and having a sleepover." Emma responds. Harry knows a few of her friends because on the rare occasion she was aloud to bring friends over they'd meet. Harry has met Katie several times and thinks she's trustable enough.
"Alright but if you need me for anything, anything at all, call me. I'll come pick you. And make sure you have your phone on you incase I need to call and check on you." Harry says to Emma.
With her step-dads permission, Emma goes up to her room and calls Katie to let her know she's able to come over. Then she quickly packs a overnight bag. Once that is done, Emma walks back down to the movie room to ask for a ride. "Harry, could you please drive me over there." she asks shyly.
"Of course, my love." Harry speaks while standing from the sofa. He calls all the women in his life love so he doesn't hesitate before saying it, nor does Emma feel uncomfortable with him saying it. She'd gotten to learn that the British love tossing that word around.
They walk to their home car garage and get in his black Range Rover. His least flashy car. Whenever he does normal things that isn't correlated to his fame, Harry likes driving his most normal car. It draws less attention to him and his family. Harry backs out and drives down their driveway that has a security gate and types in the code before continuing the journey to Katie's house across London.
Katie lives in a fairly big house. She does go to a private school after all so her parents have money. Emma tells Harry directions to her house and he takes her there. Once they arrive, Emma steps out and Harry wishes he could give her a goodbye hug but knows she isn't to that level of comfort with him yet. While backing up, Harry can see a group of teenagers staring out the front window of the house watching him. Presumably drooling over him. Though they didn't ask Emma about her step-dad a lot out of respect, doesn't mean they don't get excited when she talks about him or shows them photos of Harry. Yeah they have a crush on her step-dad but they don't care. As long as they don't share that with Emma.
Harry arrives home about 15 minutes later and decides to call his wife. He wasn't going to mention Emma being at a friends house unless y/n specifically asked because he doesn't want her to be mad at him. They don't allow Emma to stay with friends often because they are very protective parents, but Harry was feeling generous today. After a lengthy phone call with his wife, Harry takes a shower and decides to call it a night. Harry never was one for staying up too late anyways. Unless y/n took part in it and well, everyone knows what's being inferred.
Emma starts off having a great night. She and her school friends do normal teenage stuff. Until Katie decides to sneak a bottle of her parents liquor up to her bedroom. This has Emma caught off guard. She has never drank straight up liquor before. Only ever sips of wine that either her mum or Harry would allow at a fancy dinner. Mainly because the drinking age in the UK was a lot lower than in America, but she was still underage.
"I don't know if this is a good idea." Emma states concernedly to her friends. One thing her British friends learned from Emma, was how much of a scaredy-cat Americans are. Sometimes its for good reasoning and other times they think it's her being ridiculous.
"Oh come on Emma. My mum and dad just left for a friends party and we're here alone. It'll make you feel good. You can only take a sip if you'd like." Katie says to a nervous Emma.
Emma falls under peer pressure. Katie passes the bottle of liquor around the group of friends and they each take a hefty swig. When it gets handed to her, she takes a deep breath and tilts the bottle back, allowing the alcohol to run down her throat. This is nothing like the wine she's drank before. This is so much stronger and it's making her chest burn.
A few minutes later, Emma, Katie, and the rest of their friends downed the whole bottle of liquor. At this point they're all very tipsy and because they're tipsy, they aren't thinking clearly. Therefore they decide to do stupid things like drink more alcohol. They collectively walk down to Katie's kitchen and grab another unopened bottle of liquid poison. They each take turns chugging the newest bottle and before they know it, they're all DRUNK.
To start, they are all laughing and acting foolish like your typical drunks do, but then things go bad quickly. Because Emma doesn't really drink alcohol, her body isn't use to the amount she puts in it and in the short amount of time she's done it in. Her and her friends only started drinking an hour ago and they've downed two large bottles of hard liquor between them. They didn't mix it with anything to dilute the alcohol percentage, so it goes straight into their bloodstreams. Unlike Emma, the rest of her friends are use to drinking. Their parents may not let them drink to this extent but they allow them to drink on weekend and on holidays. They know what being drunk feels like and how to cope with the side effects. Emma doesn't.
They make it back to Katie's bedroom when Emma starts whining out. It isn't a cry and its not a scream. Just something in-between. Abruptly stopping her laughing fit, Katie turns to Emma and asks in a slurred voice, "Emmmma, what's the matter?"
Emma can barley think properly but all she knows is her chest is on fire, her head is spinning, and her stomach is in excruciating pain. Like stabbing pain. Maybe this is what it's like to be drunk she thought. She's never been drunk so she doesn't know, but she always thought people had fun when they were drunk. She isn't having fun anymore. All Emma can mumble out is, "My stomach is hurting so bad."
Katie knows that some people gets terrible stomach aches after drinking the night away or in the mornings due to hangovers, but she's never seen someone complain only an hour after drinking. "It's alright Emma. I'm sure you'll be fine." Katie says but not even sure if she believes her own words. The pain in her chest, head, and stomach get to be too much and Emma starts crying. While crying, she gets on the floor and curls into a ball, not knowing what else to do.
This is when Katie and the rest of their friends know they must do something. Even if that means getting in trouble for drinking themselves. They care about Emma enough to not let her suffer or even die before they would be too scared of getting caught. "Sadie, where is Emma's phone?" Katie near about yells from panic. She barley had a right mind herself but because she's familiar with the state she's in, she can still function to some degree. Their friend Sadie reaches on the bed to grab Emma's phone and hands it to Katie.
Emma is somewhat aware of what they're doing and starts to panic at the thought of them calling Harry. Her friends know her mum is out of town and that Harry is the only one watching her for the week. She never really acts up. She makes all good grades and has respectful manners. The thought of Harry or even her mum finding out she's got drunk at her friends house is terrifying. She'd almost rather die on the floor she's currently laying on then have Harry come get her. But that's too late because Katie is already stumbling out of her bedroom and walking down the hall to call Harry herself.
Katie is more than terrified to have to call Emma's step-dad at 12:00 in the morning and tell him his step-daughter is basically drunk and its all her fault, but she isn't going to let Emma die and that's what looks like is happening. She is also scared to call Harry because he's Harry, Harry Styles. The person she has naughty thoughts about on the daily. Pushing all those thoughts to the side, she unlocks Emma's phone and searches for Harry's name, then pushes call.
Harry is asleep in him and his wife's bed alone, wishing he has his cuddle buddy when his phone rings. Normally he wouldn't think much of it but because his wife is in a different country with different time zones, he thinks it might just be her. Then he thinks it could be Emma because she's at a friends house tonight. Harry sits up with squinting eyes and answers his phone that's charging on his night stand.
"Hello." Harry answers in a sleep ridden voice.
Katie takes a deep breath and prays her words don't come out slurred, "Umm yes this is Katie, Emma's friend. So umm Emma kind of got drunk and now she's on the floor crying and saying her stomach is hurting baldly."
Harry imminently jumps out of bed to searches for some proper cloths while keeping the phone to his ear with the help of his shoulder. "What the fuck! Why was she drinking??" Harry near about yells as his mind is racing to all the possibilities of what could happen to Emma.
"Well we kind of snuck my parents liquor because they went to a party with friends and everyone else is fine, but Emma just had a bad reaction." Katie says in a small voice.
Harry thinks Katie is absolutely mental. Of course Emma is going to have a negative reaction. She's 16 with a body weight of 120 pounds and she doesn't drink alcohol. Then Harry has to remind himself that Katie and the rest of their friends are very young and may not have known that though. He wants to be mad but is just thankful that they had the decency to actually call him and put themselves at risk of getting in trouble.
While grabbing his keys by the garage door, Harry questions out of breath, "Is she conscious? You need to make sure she stays conscious!"
"Yes, yes Emma is awake. She's just crying and in pain." Kate responds quickly to hopefully bring down Harry's nerves a bit.
Sighing in relief and driving out of their car garage, he speaks back to Katie on the phone, "Tell her I'm on my way and make sure she's on her side incase she pukes."
The call ends and Harry rushes to Katie's house. He's completely awake now and full of adrenaline, worried about his step-daughter even though he views her as his own daughter. His hands are shaking as he grips the wheel with nerves and is afraid that Emma has alcohol poisoning which would be the worst possible scenario.
While Harry is on his way, Katie and Sadie manages to get Emma off the floor and they carry her down the stairs, setting her on the couch. Emma cries the whole time from the amount of pain she's in. Then a loud knock comes from the front door. Katie, the owner of the house, runs to answer it knowing it's probably Harry. Even though she has been dyeing to meet him, she'd much rather not have to meet him this way. When Harry is probably mad at her.
Katie opens the door quickly and unsteadily walks Harry to where Emma is curled up on the sofa. And though she knows now isn't the right time, she can't help but think about how sexy Harry looks, even if he's just woken up and is wearing grey sweat pants and a black hoodie. Harry walks over to Emma, ignoring her friends all together, and squats down beside the couch. Then he cradles her jaw in his hand and wipes away some of her tears that can't seem to stop. "Shhh you're alright. Tell me what's hurting you!" Harry speaks as calmly as possible in his state of anxiety.
Barley opening her mouth, Emma slurs' with pointing fingers, "My chest is burning and my head is dizzy and my stomach feels like someone is stabbing me."
"Shhh you're gonna be okay my love. Try and breath for me. I'm gonna take you home." Harry tells her.
Without worrying about her overnight bag, Harry picks Emma's unstable body up from the fetal position she's in on the sofa and makes his way out the door. Katie hands Harry her phone so at least she doesn't go home without that. He takes Emma's phone and slips it into his hoodie pockets. Right before he exits the front door, Harry stops and says what he only thinks is right to say to her friends. "Look, I'm grateful that you girls called me to let me know something was wrong but its still very wrong of you to have let her drink or even drink yourselves. Something very bad could have happened tonight. Emma isn't used to drinking like most British teens are and her body isn't taking it well. When is your parents going to arrive home?" Harry ends his speech with that question because he's nervous about leaving two drunk girls home alone even though he can clearly see they are sobering up from the current events taking place.
"They're on their way." Katie says softly and avoiding eye contact because Harry scolding her is making her feel embarrassed. Rightfully so though.
Harry excepts her answer and continues his walk to his Range Rover parked by the street with Emma clung to his body. He wants to be angry with her as well. He wants to tell her she was so stupid for even taking a sip of alcohol, but understands what peer pressure is like and also feels terribly bad for his step-daughter right now. She looks helpless and in a lot of pain. He remembers his first time getting drunk and it didn't end well. He got in so much trouble that he was scared to even touch alcohol until he joined One Direction. He doesn't want Emma to fear alcohol like he had. He just wants to educate her on the risks and dangers of drinking it like she had done.
Harry opens the back door to his car and carefully places Emma across his backseat, laying her down on her side. He figures her sitting up causes a lot of pain since she's been laying down and he wants her to be as comfortable as possible. But he also wants her to lay on her side incase she throws up to avoid choking. He's dealt with many drunk people in his time to know how to properly take care of one. Harry just wishes it didn't have to be someone he loves dearly as far as them being this drunk in the first place. Not that he doesn't want to take care of a loved one who's drunk because he would rather it be him taking care of them so he knows their in good hands.
Once Emma is situated, Harry gets in the drivers seat and drives off in the dark. He can hear Emma whimpering in the backseat with her arms around her middle and knows once they get home, she must throw up the liquor. There is no way in hell Harry is letting her fall asleep with that much alcohol in her system.
Five minutes away from their gated neighborhood, and without warning, Harry hears the sounds of loud retching from the backseat. As soon as he turns his head to glance back, all he sees is a gush of vomit expel from Emma's mouth and onto his back floorboard. Now's the time Harry is mentally cursing himself for not bringing a bag or something to catch her potential puke in. "Shit." Harry curses out loud. The only thing keeping him able to continuing driving is knowing she's on her side and safe and the fact they are seconds from pulling into their long driveway.
They finally arrive back home from Harry's trip across London at 1:00 in the morning and he quickly exits the vehicle to be by his step-daughters aid. Opening the back door, he gets a clear view at the mess created. Harry has never been too well with handling vomit because of his weak stomach but right now, he's in dad mode. "Come ere' sweetheart." Harry softly speaks to Emma who's out of it, while carefully pulling her body out of the car and into his hold again knowing she's unable to walk. When her face lands on his shoulder, he knows she just got puke on his hoodie from her face being covered in it but blocks it out so he doesn't end up with two puking people. Right as he's shutting the back door of his vehicle, with Emma once again clung to him like a koala bear, he makes a mental note to call someone to come clean the vomit out the car tomorrow or he'll have a big problem.
While Harry is half way up the stairs inside their house, he hears Emma slur in his neck, "I don't feel good." This has him picking up his pace to avoid another vomit accident.
"It's alright. We're almost to the bathroom." Harry replies.
Thankfully they make it to his and y/n's bathroom before Emma pukes again. Harry sets her down in front of the toilet and grabs an elastic band to pull back her hair. The hair that already has small bits of vomit in it unfortunately. Then he pulls the soiled hoodie over his head and throws it in the clothes basket located in the corner of the master bathroom. After that, he comes to sit directly behind his step-daughter and positions her head over the toilet so he doesn't have to clean the floors afterwards.
Emma dry heaves in the bowl and Harry waits patiently for her to throw up, while rubbing over her back. "Come on darling. Throw up and your stomach will feel so much better afterwards." he coos to her. Right after the words leave his mouth, she pukes again but this time in a place where clean up isn't necessary. Harry is somewhat glad its pure alcohol she's throwing up and not chunks of rotten food. It doesn't look as disgusting but still looks unpleasing to the eye.
When Emma feels her stomach calm down, she raises her head and feels the urge to cry. This is the moment she finds out she's an emotional drunk. Some, like her friends, are giggly and laughing drunks, but not her sadly. Emma isn't crying because she's in pain like she was earlier. Now she's crying from guilt. Guilt that she even let herself get this drunk in the first place. Guilt that Harry had to drive across the city to come pick her up in the middle of the night. Her mind is much more clearer since throwing up all that alcohol and now just wants to die from guilt, shame, and embarrassment.
If she was sober, Emma wouldn't hug Harry. She's never too affection with him as far as normal father/daughter relationships typically are. Like hugging him. Telling him she loves him. Come to him with her problems. Harry wishes more than anything that she would open up towards him and allow him to be a proper father to her. He'd love to have daily hugs from her and give her warm cuddles when she isn't feeling well, but Emma hasn't been ready for that type of relationship with her step-dad. Right now though, she doesn't care that the part of her brain that has lasting trauma is telling her not to let Harry too close. That he'll only love her now and leave her later, just like her biological father did.
When Emma turns around completely from the acid filled toilet to face Harry, she without hesitation, lunges forward and engulfs him in a tight hug. Harry is taken back at first but then wraps his arms securely around her frail body and rocks them back and forth on the bathroom floor, as he lets her cry in his hold. "I'm sorry....I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Emma keeps repeating on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to get drunk." Even though Harry is aggravated that she fell under the peer pressure of her friends and this situation could have been so much worse, he can't be mad at her. Not when this is her first time being drunk and doesn't quite know what's happening to her body. She's just helpless at this point and needs to be comforted, not yelled at or scolded. Harry knows he must reassure her that it's alright and he's not upset with her so she can calm down and stop her uncontrollable crying.
"Hey," Harry begins, "I'm not angry okay. Slightly disappointed but its alright. I love you and I'm just happy you're okay and something bad didn't happen to you." Harry tells Emma he loves her all the time and never gets one in return, but that's okay to him. He knows deep down she loves him. She just has a hard time saying it .
A few minutes later, when Emma's stomach seems to be settled, Harry helps her off the floor and sets her on the bathroom counter. He wipes her face off with a wash cloth and drags a few strands through the cloth as well to get out remints of vomit. She can barley hold her head up but he prevents her from falling with his strong arms. Fortunately, Emma somehow didn't get puke on her clothes so she's fine to sleep in what she has on. Then Harry picks her body up and carries her over to y/n and his bed. He doesn't want Emma to sleep in her room alone in case she happens to throw up again and starts choking.
Once Emma is laid down on her mums side of the bed, Harry tells her he'll be right back and leaves to go grab her a glass of water. When he returns, Emma is half asleep but forces her to sit up anyways and helps her hold the glass to chug the water. He needs her to flush her system as much as possible. Yes she threw up most of the alcohol, but that doesn't mean there isn't still some left in her system. The water should dilute what's left in her stomach and eliminate the toxins alcohol creates. After Emma completely drinks the full glass of water, Harry goes to grab a trash can and sets it on the floor beside the bed nearest to her, in case she feels sick at any point during the rest of the early morning. Then goes to turn off all the lights and crawls back into bed.
Harry was gonna give Emma her proper space. He knew she wasn't very affectionate with him even though they shared a loving hug in the bathroom minutes prior. And even though he wanted a more affectionate relationship with his step-daughter, he did slightly feel uncomfortable because it felt new for him.
Right as Harry's mind started drifting back to sleep on his side of the bed, Emma starts shifting beside him. He gets worried she's feeling sick again but suddenly senses her body close to his. He lays as still as possible to see what she's doing. Maybe its her drunken mind or maybe its her disobeying the negative thoughts in her head that warn her not to get close to her step-dad (not necessarily physically but more so emotionally) because he'll only hurt in the future, but she scoots over towards his body and without much thought, places her head on his chest and curls up in his side. Harry just lays there in a bit of shock and before he has the chance to ask her what she's doing, Emma speaks. "I love you. I'm happy you're in mine and my moms life. You make her really happy you know. You also make me happy whether you know it or not. I just have a weird way of showing it because of these thoughts in my head that tell me not to let you too close. That you'll only hurt me by leaving me one day. Just like my real dad did to me." Her voice cracks when she mentions her biological dad and Harry stays quiet to let her continue. "But I want to be closer with you. I want to have a bond with you that I never got with my real dad. I want to one day feel confident enough to call you dad or refer you to my friends as dad instead of step-dad or Harry. You may only be a step-dad to me but you're so much better than my real dad ever was. I can't thank you enough. I love you." she finishes off with the second I love you and Harry has tears in his eyes. Good thing they're in the dark because he doesn't want her to know how much her words affected him.
Taking a deep breath to control his emotions and while rubbing up and down Emma's back soothingly, Harry says in a quiet voice, "Emma, I love you so so so much. When your mum first told me she had a daughter, I wasn't, not even for a second, upset or disliking of that thought. I told her that if this relationship works out, you'd be a part of my life just as much as she would. Well that relationship did work out and I ended up marrying your beautiful and amazing mother. I'm so happy you and your mum are a part of my life now. I couldn't be more happy. You both bring me joy and happiness each day that I don't think I would have found otherwise. And I will never EVER leave you like your father did. Even if one day me and your mum get a divorce, I'll still make you a part of my life. But we aren't getting a divorce in the seeable future so don't worry. Just know I love your mum and I love you very much and nothing will ever change that. Not even a mistake that happened like tonight. I was a teenager once and know all about the peer pressure friends can put on you. Know that even when you do wrong, I'll love you because that's how unconditional love works. No matter what someone does, if you love them unconditionally, nothing can ever change that, alright."
When Harry finishes his heart to heart speech that he was giving to Emma, he looks down and sees her softly snoring on his chest. He wonders if she got any of what he just spilled out, but really doesn't care either way because just saying all that out loud was therapeutic for him. What Harry isn't aware of is Emma did hear most of his words. The important words at least. The words that meant the most. Harry pulls the duvet up higher on their bodies so they don't get cold and quickly falls asleep, with her body half way on top of his, due to the state of exhaustion his body is in from all the running around he's done tonight. Now he has to debate if he should tell his wife what went on tonight of keep it a secret between him and Emma!
AN: Please let me know which part of this story you would like a whole "chapter" on. For example, their wedding. I just briefly mentioned that their wedding took place but if you'd like a play by play on their wedding day, I can write that. Or if you want moments from when they are dating and y/n is staying at his house. What ever you want me to go more into detail with, I'll write or things I didn't add but stuff that could have happened in-between their storyline that I can make up for this universe.
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The continuation to surfer!H and single mom!reader
Warnings: Sexual content, a bit of domination, nothing too heavy
Word count: 10k
Thanks again to my bestie Sarah for beta reading it!!
Read part 1 here, or read on wattpad
The car ride to her place was exciting at least..
Harry was driving as fast as the speed limit allowed, his hand never left her thigh, constantly squeezing it. (Y/n)thought he couldn't get hotter, but then she saw his drivin, Something about the way he would hold the stare wheel made her feel on fire.
When they finally got to her neighborhood Harry was a bit too impatient, parking the car in front of her neighbor’s house.
"Fuck love, you feel so good,” he moaned in her ear, while she was trying to find the key of the house, hidden somewhere in her purse. "You have no idea the things I'm gonna do with you."
(Y/n) loved her son very much, but she was so fucking happy he was with his aunt right now.
"Who told you were the one doing anything?" she teased, looking back and finding those green eyes filled with lust.
When she finally opened the door, Harry was quick to turn her around, putting her legs around his own hips, and pressed her back into the closest wall, closing the door with his foot.
"I know you are a bossy little thing, but now tonight." His lips sucking on her neck, the tongue was caressing the skin. "And damn, your ass looks so good in this dress–"
Before he could finish, one of (Y/n)'s hands went all the way to his lower belly, feeling the wet spot caused by pre-cum. "Let's see about that, alright Mr. Styles?" She heard a moan leaving his mouth when she applied pressure on the growing shaft. “But hey, don't suck too hard, I don't wanna walk around having a hickey.”
"Ok, no hickeys," His voice was raspy, his breath going directly to her jawline. “But I will ruin you, angel.” He kissed her like she hadn't been kissed in years, that kiss had the promise of a long and good night.
Their lips were glued to each other, feeling the softness, and the taste of the shared drink long forgotten.
His hips were grinding shamelessly against her center, his hand holding into the love handles under the dress.
"Where is your room? Or do you prefer here on the couch?" he asked, grabbing her behind.
"No no, let's go to my room, it's the last one in the hallway." She wouldn't do anything in the living room knowing Cauã would be there tomorrow.
Harry was still holding the woman against his body when they got to her bedroom, it was very... yellow. He didn't have much time to think about it, feeling her pretty lips marking him slightly, he hoped the lipsticks would stain on his skin for a long time.
He gently laid her on the bed, taking his shirt off in the process, her eyes met his inked body.
(Y/n)'s nails met Harry's tattooed chest. "I never realized you had so many tattoos, these two birds are cute," She scratched his body until she got into his hips, on his fern tattoo. "But I like those better."
Her hands went to his pants, undoing the zipper, Harry hushedly taking them off, leaving the man in only a black boxer brief.
She was ready to take him out when Harry stopped her.
"No, Petal." He was on his knees, pushing her down to lay on her back. "Did you genuinely think I wouldn't get a taste of you?" he asked, petting her cheek.
She was ready to fight back when Harry intervened, putting his finger on her lips.
"Shh, don't wanna hear anything coming from your mouth, already talked an awful lot tonight."
He lifted her dress, resting the fabric on her navel, she was wearing black underwear, her wetness was already visible. He opened her thighs, sliding the finger up and down the inside of the soft skin.
"You were terribly sassy for someone who is this wet over a few kisses," he hooked his finger on the black underwear, bringing it to the side. "Such a pretty little pussy, can't wait to taste it."
"Would you let me taste it? Tell me."
The girl was already putty in his hand, and she hated it, but she couldn't fight the control, it was already his.
"Yes, yes! Please,” begged the girl, closing her thighs to make some friction.
He only made her thighs open up more, his cold rings on the meaty flesh. "Oh, look at you saying please, you must really be desperate."
His lips first met the inside of her thighs, kissing the skin tenderly, his hand squeezing (Y/n)'s hips. "Let me take your underwear off."
(Y/n) raised her hips, and Harry took the fabric off, throwing it on the floor. Suddenly she felt exposed, it's been some time since somebody saw that part of her body, a wave of embarrassment went through her.
But the feeling was quickly replaced by pleasure, Harry was slowly sucking on her clit, lapping his tongue in her warm center.
Harry proceeded to put her legs around his shoulder, making his face go even deeper than before. The woman's body tensed up when she felt his two fingers in her opening.
"What's wrong? Don't wanna my fingers? he asked, with surprise gentleness in his tone.
"It's been some time, just go slow, please" whispered the woman, grinding her hips, but his big hands clutched her, making her stay still.
"Ok love, gonna go slow." His mouth went back to (Y/n)'s pussy, with only one finger making its way into her.
(Y/n) could only feel pleasure. Sweet moans leaving her mouth with every lick on her clit, his finger was pumping that sweet spot inside her.
When he felt she was lubricated enough, he put a second finger, sliding it inside gently. She could feel a warm feeling growing, her high was close.
She threw her head into the pillow, one hand clutching the duvet and the other one pulling Harry's hair, this time she heard one moan, and it wasn't from her.
She could feel Harry grinding his hips against the bed, one of his hands making its way up her body, placing it in her lower rib cage.
(Y/n) couldn't stay still now, as much as Harry's hands tried to hold her. The pleasure was becoming too much.
"Gonna cum love?" he asked, grinning up at her, his finger never stopping the movement.
"Yes, H, I-I need it." Her eyes were closed, and there was a faint red in her cheeks, Harry then decided to be merciful and let the poor woman cum, curling his finger in her sweet spot.
It was very easy to know the places (Y/n) was the most sensitive, she was very responsive over everything Harry did so far.
Good how much he loved those little moans, they would go directly to his cock, making it harder and bigger each second.
"Harry don’t stop that, oh–" her voice seized when her wave of orgasm came, washing Harry's mouth away with her cum. (Y/n)'s back arched in such a beautiful way, her walls tightening against his long finger.
He helped (Y/n) ride out her high, slowly pumping his finger in and out until she whispered it was too much.
As she was slowly getting her consciousness back, he cleaned his fingers with his mouth, drying them on the duvet.
(Y/n) was still feeling the cozy feeling that came with an orgasm when cold hands met hers, making her own hands relax and let it go off the duvet she once held for dear life.
"Gonna hurt yourself if you keep on pulling it like that, angel," said Harry, his face wet with her release and his boxers doing little to nothing to hide the growing erection. "Feeling ok? Want some water?"
"No, I just want you," panted (Y/n). She truly enjoyed how caring Harry was to her, but she wanted, needed more of him.
“Alright, love, whenever you want,” beamed Harry, getting off the bed and picking up his pants, a silver pack in his hands, in a small movement he took off his boxer, his cock now free from the piece of clothing, was standing up above his naval.
“Staring much darling? That does wonders to my ego," he brought the pack to his lips, opening the condom and putting it on his length. “Turn around, hands on the headboard.”
His demanding voice tone was making (Y/n) wetter than she was, she could feel the blush in her cheeks as she did what he ordered, on her knees, hands holding on tightly to the wooden material.
The man was back in bed, his ringed hands taking her dress off completely, leaving (Y/n) completely nude. As he got closer (Y/n) could feel the rubbered head touching her, her body tensed with the sudden contact.
Harry was teasing her with his cock, running it up and down her cunt. “I could swear you would find it hard to handle with all that brat attitude, but look at you, did everything I told you without a peep," he murmured in her ear, “Do you get off by me telling you what to do?”
“Yes, I do, please fuck me.” A keening voice fell from the girl's lips as Harry’s cock slowly sank into her, hands wrapping around her waist and the other met her tit, pinching the rigid nipple. “Harry it feels so good, need you deeper.”
“Deeper? Like that?” In seconds his whole shaft was inside of her, her soft walls could feel every vein. He was bigger than every guy she had been before, so the soreness didn’t surprise her. “Lean forward (Y/n), let me properly fuck you.”
(Y/n)’s knees went back and her arms distanced from each other to gain more balance as Harry practically mounted her from behind, his cooed moans telling that he was enjoying it as much as she was.
His thrusts were fast and hard, the headboard leg hitting the wall with every push, thank god (Y/n) didn't need to worry about the neighbors hearing anything since the houses had a pretty big space between one another.
That also meant they could moan as much as they liked.
"Like that, Angel? Do I make you feel good?" Harry asked amusedly, his knees making their way into the inside of her thighs to make her stay still.
"But you need something more.” He could hear the shallow breaths coming out of her mouth. "Want me to play with your clit?"
"Y-yes, please,” crooned the girl, holding his arm on the headboard for more steadiness, his other arm left her waist, going to her center, her body wincing at the sudden sensation. “More to the side, Harry.” Her small hand guided him to the most sensitive part of her nub.
His hips were rocking into her, moans leavening his mouth as his hand was rapidly working on her clit, getting her closer and closer to her second release of the night while he built his way into his own.
“Gonna cum for me, love? I can feel you squeezing around my cock," he cooed, swirling his hand on her center.
“I’m so close, H.” (Y/n) tossed her head back, laying it against Harry's shoulder, the pit on her tummy getting more intense at every thrust Harry would give her.
“Go on then baby.” Harry’s clumsy thrust indicated he wasn't too far from his apex as well. “Drench me,” he ordered, and for what felt like the tenth time in the night, (Y/n) did what Harry told her.
The bliss washed over her body, her back arched at the same moments her nails pierce Harry's skin, sweet whimpers leaving her mouth as she felt her body going limp as she lost the strength on her knees. Harry held her closer to his body, taking his hand off her wet pussy, placing it on her waist again, slamming his cock into her with more urgency.
“Give it to me, Harry,” said the girl in a tired voice, coaxing Harry to his release “‘know you’re ready, your cock is twitching already.”
“Fuck (Y/n)," he hummed in a deep tone, speeding up his pace, slamming into her pussy while he held her throat softly, his finger leaving marks on her hips. ‘Gonna cum, fuck.”
With two more thrusts Harry high, emptying spurt of spurt inside the sweet girl right in front of him, his hand left her throat as he gave the last push into the girl's pussy. His whole body went numb, holding the girl as they laid on the bed.
They stayed still for a few minutes, trying to regain their breath and sense back to their body
"You good, H?" whispered (Y/n) in a low voice, trying to keep her breath steady. "Do you need some water?"
Harry laughed, trying to get comfortable on the messy bed. The pillows were on the floor along with his clothes.
"Guess I didn't fuck you right if you are still able to give sassy remarks." he answered, standing up, grabbing his pants.
"Are you leaving already?" asked the girl concerned, she knew it was only a one night stand, but not even a bit of cuddle? No nothing? He said he liked being pampered himself!
"No sweetheart, unless you want me to," he picked up his shirt and gave it to her. "Here, put this one, yeah?"
The girl accepted, feeling better having her nudity only to herself again.
"Where is the bathroom, love? Is this door? asked Harry standing in front of the door beside her mirror. "Got a bit of a situation here," asked Harry, referring to the used condom still attached to his dick.
"Yes, feel free to use it" (Y/n) was trying not to make eye contact while he was like that. "Just be fast, please, I really need to pee."
Harry just chuckled. "You are pretty, (Y/n)." That was the last thing he said when the bathroom door closed.
Yeah, getting a house with a bathroom to herself was a good choice, she thought while she was getting her dress from the floor, putting them on her dresser. She also picked all the pillows that were thrown on the ground at some moment of their night.
Fuck, she really had sex with her son's teacher. She was totally gonna get the mother of the year award.
"You can go now, love. I'm going to the kitchen to get some water, gonna bring you something to eat too," said Harry, walking out of the bathroom already wearing his pants, or trousers as he used to say. "Where do you keep your glasses?"
"It's on the bottom shelf, right by the side of the fridge."
"Alright, you wait here looking pretty," he teased with a grin, leaving the room.
She went to the bathroom and relieved herself, when (Y/n) was done she cuddled up to the bed, feeling her cheeks warm by the thought of what happened minutes ago. It had been such a long time she wasn't fucked like that, it was a miracle she could still use her legs.
She didn't walk much but the little amount she did was enough to show how sore she was in between her thighs
Harry came back to the room, holding one glass of water in one hand and an apple in the other. “Ok here it is, eat it up, I know how tired you must be," he winked, giving her the apple and placing the glass on the nightstand, handing her the red fruit, but she declined.
“Thank you, but I don't really like fruits.”
“What? How can you not like them? They are sweet and-” He stopped as if he was thinking of what other good qualities they could have. “Colorful, yeah, they all have different colors, you are an artist, you should like ‘em.”
“Well, they are pretty, but I hate the texture.” She answered yawning while Harry sat next to her on the comfy bed.
He gave one bite on the red apple, offering it to her a second time, putting it right in front of her mouth. “Just a few bits, it has fructose, it’s good for you.”
She opened her mouth, biting it while he was feeding her. After she was done both of them laid together, one next to each other.
“This was just a one time thing, ok?” (Y/n) started saying while she looked at the roof. “This is gonna become too messy, whatever this is, and I just can’t ha-”
Harry placed a hand on her belly, making her stay quiet. “Shh love, it’s late, yeah? We can talk about this some other time, go to sleep, you're barely keeping your eyes open.
“Ok, you can stay and take a nap, but you need to be gone in the morning, understood? My sister is dropping Cauã off at noon.”
“Yeah yeah, know that. I've already set an alarm for 8 pm, now go to sleep.” His hand didn’t leave her body as he said his last words before falling asleep “Jesus you do talk quite a lot.”
(Y/n) woke up hearing a very know sentence, one that made her heart and warm and her happy, but for right now it only made her wish she could disappear,
“Mom!- Cauã screamed from far away, probably the kitchen. (Y/n) woke up abruptly, trying to comprehend what was happening, when she looked at the man lying next to her she understood she was fucked.
She ran to the door, promptly locking it. She didn’t need her son to see his surf teacher snoring on his mother’s bed.
What time was it and why the fuck Harry was still there? She needed to focus on one thing at a time before the boy came knocking into her room.
Clothes, she- they needed clothes.
(Y/n) took Harry’s shirt, throwing it at him while she went to her dresser looking for a decent summer dress “Harry, wake up, damn! Come on, Cauã is here.” She screamed at Harry, hoping the two people standing not too far away wouldn't listen to it.
“Why are you screaming an- oh, you are pretty much naked," he said groggily, a boyish smile on his face seeing the girl’s ass while she was with her back turned to him.
“Can you put clothes on? He is here, hurry!”
“Ok, ok!” he mumbled grumpily, “I see you’re back to being your old bossy little self.”
She was gonna kill Harry, she was certain of it. With a pink dress covering her body, (Y/n) went open the door, but before she turned around. “Cover yourself and do not leave the room until I tell you, understood?”
“You say to me to cover myself as if you weren’t the one getting me naked last night,” he argues, standing up and putting the shirt on. “And I have my pants on, you were the one wearing my shirt, th-”
Before Harry could finish (Y/n) left the room, letting him wait for her ‘call’. Who did she think he was? Some kinda obedient pet who would do whatever she told him to? Harry asked himself while sitting on the bed, waiting.
(Y/n) could hear Jesse’s voice as she made her way to the kitchen, trying to put on the face of ‘nothing happened, 'no, of course, I didn’t spend one night with a man I’ve known for less than a couple of weeks.’
“(Y/n)? Are you here?” Asks Jesse, standing with Cauã in the kitchen. “The door was unlocked, did you let it like that for the whole night?”
“Oh hi, guys! Sorry, I had a bit of a hard night.” laughed (Y/n) nervously while hugging Cauã and greeting her sister. “Must have forgotten to lock the door.”
“Did you guys have a good night? Wanna go out for lunch?” question the girl, ignoring the conspiratory looks her big sister was giving her.
“Lunch mom? It’s 8 am, did you not see the clock?” asked Cauã.
Oh damn, maybe this whole situation wasn’t completely Harry’s fault.
“I-I forgot to check the clock too, I just woke up.” She was not looking at any of their faces, only staring at the wall behind them where Harry had kissed her. They would know she was lying. “But what happened for you guys to be here so early? I thought you said you would be here near noon?” asked (Y/n) to her sister.
“My gig was advanced, I have to leave in 1 hour to San Francisco.” The older sister explained. “Cauã, baby, why don’t you go watch some tv while me and your mom talk for a bit?
“No! Stay here,” (Y/n) meddled. He couldn’t go down the hall.
“Why (Y/n), did you forget something in your bedroom too?” muttered Jesse to (Y/n) in a way Cauã couldn’t hear.
Cauã.
Cauã who wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.
“Harry! Hey!” The sisters overheard Cauã from (Y/n)'s room.
“Harry? Harry as in the surf teacher? What did you do last night?!” Jesse asked, looking at her sister waiting for a response that didn’t come. “No fucking way.” She laughed.
“He was there, ok? We had a nice time and we decided to come here, but he was supposed to leave before you could see him. Don’t judge me ok, I know it’s wrong-”
“Judge you? Honey, I’m happy for you! Do you like him?! Let me introduce myself to him.”
“What? No!”
And just like that, the sisters were heading in the direction of Harry and Cauã’s, the younger chasing the older one.
“Mom, Did you know Harry has a dog named Kiara?" Cauã asked first thing when he saw the woman getting into the room. Harry seemed very unbothered by the whole circumstances, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face. “She is a golden retriever, isn’t that nice?
“So nice, right Cauã?.” Jesse answered for (Y/n), offering her hand to Harry. “Hi! I’m Jesse.”
Harry grabbed her hand, shaking it. “I’m Harry! I suppose you are the sister? (Y/n) talked about you.”
“Oh, so we have something in common because (Y/n) also talked about you.”
Harry turned his head to (Y/n), who looked mortified and angry at the same time, still standing on the door. “You talk to people about me, sweetheart? That’s so nice of you.” A challenging grin appeared on his face, daring her to be rude to him in front of Cauã, who was sitting on the bed not understanding a thing.
“Mom, I still don’t get it, why is Harry here?”
“He’s my- friend!” she explained, lying to her son, something that she’s used to doing since motherhood came around. “And friends like to spend time together, like you and Clara!”
“But what did you two do?”
“We played games,” (Y/n) answered impulsively with the first thing that she thought.
“What kind of games?”
“Video Games.”
“Mom, we don’t have a videogame," said the boy, looking at her like she was crazy. She could see her sister and Harry trying hard not to laugh.
“Yeah, but Harry has it, but he already put it back in his car because he needs to go, right Harry?” She challenged him back with her stare.
“Yes, sorry Cauã, I need to go back home to take care of Kiara.” He petted Cauã’s head. "but we’ll see each other late today at the lessons”
He left the boy on the bed, standing in front of Jesse.
“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Jesse, I’m looking forward to gossiping about (Y/n) with you the same way she does with us.” Joked Harry, going in (Y/n)'s direction, kissing her on the cheek. “And it was a pleasure to play with you, angel. Maybe next time we can play Daredevil.”
“Bye, Harry,” (Y/n)'s cheeks flushed with warmth, letting him go alone, he already knew the way to the door anyway. Her sister and son also said their goodbyes.
“You are going to tell me everything that happened when I get back.” (Y/n) was in the middle of protesting when Jesse cut her off. “No, this is non negotiable.” Jesse turned to Cauã. “Come give me a hug bug, I also have to go.”
“Bye Auntie, I’ll miss you.’ mumbled the boy against Jesse’s shirt.
“I’ll miss you too honey, keep an eye on your mom, ok?”
Cauã nodded, kissing her cheek and going to his room.
“I love you, thank you for taking him for the night.” sighed (Y/n), putting Jesse in an embrace.
“You should really thank me, for the scratches on his arm. The night was really good.” Jesse laughed. “Bye, I have to go, and I love you too little sis, don’t do anything too wild until I get back.”
(Y/n) followed Jesse to the door. “Have a safe trip and don’t forget to call me. Hope you have a good job.”
“Okie! Don’t have to worry about me, you know it.” She blew (Y/n) a kiss and with that, she drove down the street, in the direction of San Francisco.
She also noticed Harry’s car wasn’t in front of the neighbor’s house anymore, before she could think more about the man, she received a message.
Unknown number: Hi sweetheart ;) It’s Harry btw.
(Y/n)’s phone: How did you get my number?!!
Unknown number: You had to inform it on the form when you signed up for Cauã’s lessons.
(Y/n)’s phone: Isn’t that a crime? Stealing private information for your own purpose?
Harry surf: Hm… Nah, don’t think so.
(Y/n)’s phone: Alright, what do you want??
Harry surf: I’m pretty sure I left my right sock on your bedroom somewhere, bring it to me at the lessons later, please :D
(Y/n)’s phone: Really, Harry? I won’t show up there with a sock
Harry surf: Well, if you don't THAT will be considered a crime, you’re stealing something of mine.
(Y/n)’s phone: YOU were the one who left it at MY house.
Harry surf: Feisty today, aren't we? What are you saying next? That I robbed your house?
(Y/n)’s: Bye Harry
Harry surf: Don't forget my sock. xoxo
Stupid Harry, (Y/n) thought while bending next to the bed, looking for the stupid sock.
“Hello Miss (Y/L/n) You are here earlier!" said Harry with a grin on his face.
His hair and surf suit were already wet, insicading he was surfing before class, from the blush on his cheek he was there for a long time, even before 13 pm even
“Hey little man, how are you? Excited for waves today?” he asked Cauã who was bouncing on his own feet.
“Yes Harry! I ate spinach yesterday at my auntie’s, she said it would help today.”
“She was right! every green food helps us get stronger, that’s how hulk gets his muscles.” Harry showed off his muscles to Cauã.
“Didn't he get his power because of gamma radiation?” asked Cauã, her proud little nerd.
(Y/n) looked up to Harry with an amused expression seeing his face falling after having his words questioned.
“Yeah, that and broccoli.” mumbled Harry to the boy while (Y/n) laughed.
Cauã decided to go play on the sand near to the sea, when he was far (Y/n) opened her bag, taking off Harry's sock and giving it to him so he could put it into his own bag.
“I thought you weren't bringing it?” Mocked Harry.
“I was thinking about burning it, but I didn't want the smell to be in the house.”
She actually thought about it, but she didn't want to explain to the neighbours why she was starting a bonfire at 9 am.
“You look pretty today,” Began Harry. “I hear orgasmns does wonders to the skin.”
Cheeky jerk.
“Well, I wouldn't know.” shuddered (Y/n).
“Of course you wouldn't be an angel.” agreed with him ironically. “Were you happy with my message today? How did you save my number? ‘Best I ever had’?
“Bold of you to assume I saved it in the first place.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, alright,” laughed him, “So you know, I put a little warmelon on your name.”
She found it funny, but that couldn't begin to happen, or else it would become too messy too fast. She had to remind that he was the surf teacher, and he was just gonna be that.
“But don’t send more messages, okay? Cauã plays on my pho-” She said kindly not wanting to hurt him.
“Don’t worry about it darling.” muttered Harry, not looking at her.
When she was about to respond Mrs Mila arrived, needing Harry’s help to carry her surfboard. (Y/n) and Harry didn’t have any more conversations, just some bickering before the lessons started.
It was a Tuesday and (Y/n) was feeling shitty.
When she woke up to go to work she instantly felt sick, running to her bathroom and emptying her stomach, which was already pretty much empty since she still hadn’t had her breakfast.
When she felt it was safe to leave the bedroom she decided to go to bed again, taking her phone texting her students, saying the class total was canceled because she wasn’t feeling well.
If Jesse wasn’t in San Fransisco she could go to the studio with (Y/n) and give her a hand there, but unfortunately, she was still there, so it was only her and Cauã today.
(Y/n) decided to go to the couch and turn the tv on while Cauã was in his room, playing with her phone. She placed a heating pad on her lower stomach and took her temperature before catching up on a TV show she hadn't watched in a week..
Even Cauã decided to leave him room, giving (Y/n)’s phone back and sitting on the rug in front of the couch, playing with his legos.
When (Y/n) was almost done with season 3, she heard the bell rang and immediately frowned, no one was supposed to be here today, Jesse wasn't even in town!
She put the heating pad in some place on the couch thighed the robe against her body as she slowly made her way to the door. The bell rang a second time, as if the person behind it was impatient she opened the door.
"Hello wh–."
"(Y/n), are you ok?!" asked a very worried Harry.
Harry.
At the door.
At her door.
"I– Yes, I am, what are you doing here?" asked (Y/n), letting him in. "Did something happen?"
"You sent me a message telling me you were feeling bad, almost going to the hospital!" said Harry, he sure looked like he left his house in a hurry, he was wearing sweatpants and a very old t-shirt, was he wearing unmatched sh–.
"(Y/n) damn it! Can you answer me?" The man in front of her looked like he was about to have a stroke, and she was as well, what was happening?
"Ok, first thing: don't scream, my head is killing me, second, I did not send you any messages, I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Look at this then," he pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing the big message she sent saying everything Harry informed.
Her mind went straight to the only person that could have done that. Turning around, looking at the boy still sitting on the rug, face screaming 'guilty'.
"Cauã, why did you text, Harry? You know lying is bad." She asked sternly, he had no reason to do that!
She went in his direction, kneeling in front of him, trying to be the same height as him. Harry sat on the couch just listening to the conversation, trying to calm his nerves down.
"I didn't lie, mom! You told me to call auntie if we ever have an emergency, but she's not here so I thought I would text Harry instead. I saw the contact with his name the other day when I was playing Roblox," The boy was rambling, talking so fast she almost couldn't understand. "Don't be mad, mommy."
"Cauã, baby, I'm fine, I'm just a little sick, I won't go to the hospital, you don't need to worry about me," (Y/n) wrapped her arms around her son, hugging him. "You are the kid here, I am the one who takes care of you."
"How did you even get all the words right, buddy?" asked Harry, looking more tranquil now that he realized she wasn't dead.
"I used the voice speech," explained the boy, not looking at Harry's face. " I didn’t know how to spell hospital and infection."
(Y/n) picked him up, sitting him on her lap as they sat on the couch next to Harry.
"Infection? Baby, mommy is only with some cramps and a bit of fever! It's only food poisoning at its worst." The woman clarified, trying to make the boy understand this wasn't a life and death situation.
"Cramps? Like the ones you get sometimes?" asked the boy, meaning the painful period cramps (Y/n) would get sometimes.
"Yeah, but not quite." Laughed (Y/n) brushing the hair on his forehead with her fingers, feeling more relaxed now. She should've had explained the situation to him instead of just saying ‘mom is sick so we are staying home today’
"Why don't you go play in your room, Cauã? I can take care of your mom now" said Harry sweetly, (Y/n) only gave him a side eye.
"Oh, can I play with your videogame Harry? Did you bring it?" Peep the boy with excitement
Not the video game again, (Y/n) thought.
"Sorry little man,I was too busy driving here like a crazy man," joked Harry tickling Cauã's side "But we can set up a playdate, ok? Then you can play all the games you want."
"Ok, Harry, I'll wait for it," said the boy, a bit disappointed, heading to his room.
"A video game playdate?" asked (Y/n), raising one eyebrow. "Really?"
"I wouldn't mind having a 'playdate' with you," he teased, putting his hand on her forehead "Damn, you really are hot, when did you last take your temperature?"
"Earlier today– What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked coldly.
"Looking for a thermometer," hummed him, opening the white box with a little cross on it where she kept all of the medicine. "Found it! Open your mouth, angel."
"What? No? Why are you doing that? I'm ok, I already told you that."
"I say this in the kindest way possible, but you look horrible," answered the man, sticking the thermometer in her mouth, in a very unkind way.
"He, I don–" Before (Y/n) could finish his finger was in her lips.
"Shh, gotta be quiet." muttered Harry
She thought about fighting back, but when a wave of pain went through her body she decided to stay calm. She could kick him out after she got her temperature.
"Just let me take off my shoes."
(Y/n)'s eyes wilded, was he planning to stay?
The thermometer's noise went off, indicating it was done. She had a fever of 102. Great, just great, it was worse than before.
"How bad is it?" asked Harry, taking the object from her, looking at the small numbers
"Not that bad, I'm gonna put an ice pack on my head and take some medicine, I'll be fine tomorrow, so you can go."
"Go? Go home? I already drove all the way here, plus, I don't think it's safe to leave you alone. And before you can say anything, what if you get worse? What if you end up needing to go see a doctor?" Questioned Harry putting the thermometer away.
(Y/n) just cuddled up more to the couch, bringing the fluff blanket closer to her. She just wanted to rest for a bit, having Harry there wasn't that bad. She could take a nap for a few hours and wait until her fever came down.
"Alright, but only for Cauã, don't want him feeling scared," mumbled (Y/n), already drifting to sleep.
"Yeah, only for Cauã," Agreed Harry with a small package of medicine in his hand, "Put your heating pad back on your tummy and take these pills, they are supposed to help."
(Y/n) hugged the pad into her lower stomach, taking the pills with the water bottle Harry gave to her.
After (Y/n) closed her eyes Harry decided to organize the house a bit, putting plates and toys away, he noticed a lot of her art stuff was on the kitchen table.
Some papers were scrawled over as if she gave up on the drawing, but the ones who weren't, were pretty and colorful, she really was a talented little artist.
He had the chance to peek at some sketches she was doing when they were at the beach, but seeing them from close was way better.
Harry decided not to move any of her pencils and paints, concentrating on the kitchen with some plates waiting to be cleaned.
Their whole house had a lot of colorful decorations and plants. Very different from Harry's house, which was very simple, only having furniture and white walls.
(Y/n) could bring color to his life, they could bring color to his life.
Harry didn't consider himself lonely, he had made a lot of new friends once he got into UCLA, and kept the closest relationship he could to his family, considering the distance.
But surely moving from London all the way to sunny California made a real change in his social life. It wasn't necessarily bad, Harry had more time to focus on his surfing, something that he couldn't do in England.
The championship was almost there, Harry needed to use all of his time to practice and exercise, and still, here he was, taking care of his mom's student who he also had sex with days ago.
Well, she was more than a mom's student, he was very aware of that but (Y/n) was always so persistent to build a barrier between them.
Harry knew by what she told him at the bar that her past relationships didn't end up well, but if she could give him a chance he could show that he would never treat her or Cauã badly.
It was weird to Harry, to care for someone he knew for a short amount of time, but the way she talked about art and surfing to Cauã at the beach made Harry feel warm inside.
She had a beautiful way of seeing life and a more beautiful way to express what she saw in beautiful drawings.
Maybe people do fall in love with people's passions.
(Y/n) woke up after a long nap feeling a little better. She wasn’t feeling that hot sensation of fever in her face or the discomfort in her stomach.
When she opened her eyes the luminosity didn’t ache in her head anymore, so she could focus on the scene in front of her.
Harry and Cauã playing lego on the floor, talking in low tones as if to not wake her up, Cauã’s glasses were too big for his face, falling every time he looked down, she needed to get him new ones. She was a bit surprised Harry was still there.
“Mom! You are awake.” Screamed the boy once he saw his mom’s eyes open, he suddenly jumped on (Y/n), giving her a big hug.
“Hey man, you gotta be careful with her, ok?” laughed Harry, picking the boy from (Y/n)’s lap , placing him on her side of the couch, forgetting the legos on the floor.
(Y/n) thanked him for that, Cauã was growing, getting heavier and taller every day, but he acted like he was still small, well, he will certainly always be her baby, anyways.
“Sorry, mom.” Apologized to the boy. “Are you feeling better?”
She sat up upright, making more room for Cauã and Harry to be comfortable on the couch. “I am Love. My body is still a little sore but I’ll be brand new tomorrow.”
“I took your temperature again while you were sleeping, you got down to 101, so it’s getting down.” Answered Harry, smiling sweetly at her. “I also made mac and cheese! Cauã said you two liked it. The table is already set so come on.”
Damn, he was being nice, too nice. “Yeah, mac and cheese is our favorite.” Answered (Y/n), taking off the blanket from her body, pushing her body out of the couch, failing miserably. She was still feeling weak.
Harry made his way to (Y/n), grabbing her arms gently lifting her off the furniture.” Once you eat you’ll be even better.” comforted him, helping her sit on the table.
“I could do that myself," said the girl grumpily, but accepted the help.
“Yeah, right,” Harry said ironically, bringing three plates of food to the table, one for each person, his head going in Cauã's direction. “Alright little man, I need you to tell me what you think of it, alright? Your opinion is very valid to me.” Joked him to Cauã, who smiled devouring the food, (Y/n) and Harry did the same.
“I think it’s good, but it needs more salt," said the boy, a wise look on his face, as if he was judging plates in Masterchef.
“More salt? Of course not! It has the right amount,” (Y/n) protested before Harry could say anything. “You can’t eat too much salt, or else you're gonna have high blood pressure before you turn ten.”
“Sweetheart, please. This is a safe zone where everybody can express their true feelings, right?” The grin on his face indicated the true feelings he was talking about weren’t about the mac and cheese.
(Y/n) just rolled her eyes, continuing to eat her food until suddenly Cauã stopped, pointing at Harry's arm, a confused look on his face.
“Harry! Is that a naked lady on your arm?” He was sitting on his knees on the chair, trying to get a closer look.
Harry chuckles, putting his arm below the table so the boy wouldn’t see it. (Y/n) wanted to throw her fork at him. Harry was corrupting her son. Ok, maybe she was being dramatic, Harry was a great person, but no mother wants their children looking at nude figures!
“Well, She is not a lady, she is a mermaid. And she is naked because she is half fish, and fish don’t wear clothes," explained Harry, looking at (Y/n), asking her if his explanation was good enough, she just nodded, going back to her mac and cheese.
But Cauã didn’t do the same, still questioning Harry. “But Ariel is a mermaid and she wears a bikini!”
“Well, Ariel has decency, different from Harry,” (Y/n) remarked, looking at Harry with a mocking face.
“You would be the one to know about my decorum habits, darling," he mocked back.
"Why don't we all get back to eating?" Suggested (Y/n), trying to end the conversation. To her delight they all did it
'Mom, can we go for ice cream in the afternoon?" Pleaded Cauã, looking at her with puppy eyes, she, unfortunately, had to decline.
"Sorry baby, I'm still not feeling 100% good, maybe another day, alright?"
He just nodded sadly.
"I can take him if you want." Harry proposed. "I can bring him back in the evening, what do you think, Cauã?"
The boy's response was to jump off the chair and hug Harry, who hugged the boy back.
"Thank you, Harry! We can go to the one near the park, mommy's ex-boyfriend used to take me there!"
No, no, no.
This couldn't happen, that's exactly why (Y/n) didn't want Harry to be with her. Now Cauã would get attached the same way he did with John.
Then she would be left with a broken heart and a disappointed child, just like the other two other times. She wouldn't let Cauã get hurt again, she wouldn't let herself get hurt again.
"Cauã, I said no," said (Y/n), a tone she rarely used with him, which made the two boys turn their heads.
"It's not a bother (Y/n), we're gonna have a nice time together." Argued Harry, not understanding why she was acting like that. She was still a bit grumpy, but now she looked like a man, mad at him.
(Y/n) ignored the man, focusing her attention on her son. "Since you are done you can go play in the yard, go on, mommy needs to talk to Harry alone."
"Are you angry mom?" asked the boy, unhooking his arms that were once around Harry.
"No, it's just grown-up talk, you don't need to worry about that." (Y/n) said with a soft voice now, she didn’t wanna upset the poor boy.
The boy made his way to the door, when they heard the sound that indicated they were alone Harry stood up, taking his and Cauã's plate, putting it on the sink.
"Is there something wrong, (Y/n)? I didn't know taking him out would upset you," said Harry, turning around and facing the girl he was so fond of.
"Well, it does bother me. That's why you shouldn't have come here. This–"She made a movement with her finger pointing at her and him. "–Is becoming too messy, exactly how I said it would."
"Well, it's only messy because you are making it more complicated than it should be." Harry talked back, his voice not so calmed anymore. "It's only an ice cream date, I don't see a problem with it."
"It's not only an ice cream date, Harry. It will start with that, then he will start to invite you to pizza nights,'' she explained, moving to the living room, Harry close behind. "Next thing you will be at his school on career day."
"And I would love to be there, (Y/n), I think I made it very clear by now that I want to be there. And I want to be here," said Harry, anger printed on his face. "I am here after all, right?"
"I didn't ask you to be here, I didn't invite you. Cauã did, and now he is becoming attached to you, and that can't happen."
"Damn (Y/n)! You are not scared of Cauã becoming attached to me, you are scared of you becoming attached to me,” barked Harry
(Y/n) didn't answer him. She just stood quiet, tears slowly coming into her eyes. This conversation shouldn’t even be happening.
"Look, I get that you two went through a lot of shit together, but you shouldn't close yourself because of that,” said Harry more calmly now. "You and Cauã are lovely, and you deserve love."
His hands were making his way into her shoulder, holding softly, he could see her teary eyes
"Not everyone will go away. I'm sure as hell won't," he said, trying to get a response from her.
But from her mouth came out the last response he would want to hear.
"I think you should go." She said, taking his hand off her and taking a step back.
This fight would lead to nowhere, she liked Harry, but this was just too scary, she had too many bad experiences already.
"Wh– No angel, come on," he tried to coax her. "Let's talk about it."
"No, get out, please." Some tears were rolling down her face, sadness came into her body as she watched the way his body went rigid.
Harry looked at her, face with disbelief, he thought about fighting her, but he didn't want to make her upset, if they were to figure out what they were, it wasn't going to be in the state of mind they both are.
Harry did what she asked, picking his shoes, heading to the door. He was going to turn the handle when he abruptly turned to her again, tears already making a home in her cheeks.
"I don't wanna bring any kind of problem for you, so I will fuck off if you really want," he said, looking deeply into her eyes." But I want to know you two better, and if you are open to give me a chance I will show you I'm here to stick around."
He made his way out. "You need to take your medicine in two hours, don't forget it,” mumbled Harry for the last time after closing the door behind him.
(Y/n)'s old past made her stay still as she watched the man leaving. She already had to go through that sight a couple of times, but this time she was different. He was the one wanting her and she was the one telling him to go.
Since the fight with Harry the house was gloomy, (Y/n) had gotten better from her stomach bug in two days, but she still didn’t feel good and Cauã was sad because he missed Harry.
The boy was big enough to acknowledge what a fight was, but not big enough to understand that (Y/n) missed him too, even though she was the one who made him leave.
It’s been four days since the fight and (Y/n) would curse herself at least three times a day for the way she spoke to him, he didn’t deserve that, he never made anything harmful, it was only her stupid fear of getting her heartbroken again.
When she wasn’t at work she would spend some time checking her phone, hoping she would receive any messages from him, but the only one who was texting her was Jesse, asking who had the bad fight with Harry.
Bad, very bad, she would respond.
It was selfish of her to wait for Harry to text her, she was the one who screwed it up in the first place, but whenever she thought about calling him she would try to believe their withdrawal was for the best.
Whether it was for the best or not, she was still feeling shitty, and the anxious boy in front of her wasn’t helping either.
Cauã’s dad was supposed to pick him up to spend a weekend, he got his bag ready and was just waiting for him on the couch bouncing his leg.
But the reality was that his dad wasn’t picking up her calls, it was already 5 pm, 2 hours later than what he was supposed to be here. He probably wouldn't come at all.
I was always like that with him, and she was the one who needed to break the sad news to her son. He shouldn't be having to deal with an absent father who couldn't keep up with his promises.
She sat carefully on Cauã's side, she was gonna be her most delicate self, hugging her arms around him. “Baby, I think he is a bit late and-”
“He’s not coming, right mom?” uttered him, getting closer to his mom. “He never does.”
“Maybe an emergency happened, or he got caught up in his work.” (Y/n) blurbed, trying to come up with some excuse so Cauã won’t think he is the reason
“Or maybe he just doesn’t want to be here,” murmured Cauão with a teary voice. “I was so excited mom.”
(Y/n) hugged the boy closer to her. “I know baby, I’m sorry.” Damn his dad, Cauã had nothing of him in his personality, he was the sweetest soul. “What about we go somewhere? Would that make you feel better?”
The boy cleaned his tears with the inside of his hand. “Can we go to the beach, mom? I feel happy there.”
(Y/n) and Cauã haven’t been at the beach since last week, today was supposed to be lesson day, but they skipped since Cauã’s dad said he would come. Skipping class secretly made (Y/n) feel better, she wasn’t ready to face Harry, but maybe the beach could make both of them feel better.
“We are not spending a lot of time here, ok? Just for a bit,” said (Y/n), gazing at the view beside her, they went to the same one as always: Windansea beach. The weather was warm and the sunset was happening, making the sky orange and yellow. She could paint it if she would have brought her little notebook, the one she hasn’t used much lately anymore.
She set the duvet on the sand while watching Cauã building the sandcastles he loved so much, he seemed a bit better, but still looked hurt.
(Y/n) decided to spend some time on her phone, while she was scrolling through her social media she saw a text that Jesse sent with a link, when she tapped it a picture of Cauã’s dad with a woman appeared.
No way he rejected his weekend with his own kid to spend time with her, (Y/n) couldn't say anything, she wasn't surprised by it. Quickly typing a ‘jerk’ to her sister she closed the phone, her heart beated fast as she did it, because the scene in front of her was one she was not ready to face.
Harry. Harry talking to Cauã.
He was here, of course he would be, this is the beach he always surfed! He was even wearing his normal surf suit.
Cauã was talking to Harry, a smile on his face, the first one she saw from him since the beginning of the afternoon. Harry also seemed happy while speaking to Cauã, he always seemed happy whenever he was with her or the boy.
She realised she missed him, even though they didn’t spend a lot of time together. She wanted to enjoy more nights with him, more days.
“Mom! Look! It’s Harry,” exclaimed Cauã.
Despite the fact that she wanted to talk to him, she still panicked when Cauã held his hand, bringing him to her direction. Harry wasn't feeling that great either, a nervous look on his face, not sure if he should let the boy pull him into (Y/n)’s direction.
“Hi,” Harry simply said.
He looked beautiful, his wet curls on his temples and his eyes a bit red, probably irritated by the salty water, making his green eyes even more noticeable.
“Hi Harry,” she said uncomfortably. “I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
Liar.
He looked into her eyes, smiling softly while caressing Cauã’s hair. “Didn’t expect either, you guys didn’t show up today, though you had given up on surfing.”
“Oh no! Cauã’s dad was supposed to pick him up today, but something unexpected happened," explained (Y/n), hoping he would pick up by her voice that it wasn’t a good subject to talk about while Cauã was here.
She knew he understood when his face quickly changed to a worried one. “That’s bad, huh buddy? I’m sorry.” murmured Harry. “Sometimes my dad couldn't hang out either, but you know what helped? Surfing.”
“I’m sorry your dad didn’t show up too Harry,” whispered the sweet boy sincerely. “Maybe we can surf together? Like right now?” Hoped the boy really has been enjoying surfing more lately.
“Is that alright with you? Taking him surfing? He can have my surfboard,” Suggested Harry, with uneasiness, looking at (Y/n).
(Y/n) just stared at the man. The one who went to her house just because her son called him, the one who made her feel beautiful and talented, the one who gave love and kindness to her little family and never waited for anything in return.
She needed to be brave, she needed to be open, even if she was scared. Because Harry was worthy, she always knew he was.
“Yeah, it’s alright, he can surf with you," said the girl, feeling her heartbeat fast. ”And maybe an ice cream date after, if you are not too busy?” Mumble (Y/n), feeling like a high schooler asking their crush for prom.”
Harry’s eyes went wild, he stared at her for a few seconds, until his face broke into a smile.
“You know I’m never too busy for you, angel.”
(Y/n)’s face mirrored his, smiling at him softly.
They were going to be ok.
“I’m gonna get a mint ice cream, alright mom?” said Cauã in excitement.
“Ok, baby, you can get whatever you want,” laughed (Y/n) still looking at Harry.
The man stopped staring when two little hands started pulling Harry. “Wow, calm down man, when did you get so strong?” joked Harry. “Bet I can get to the sea faster than you.”
“No way!” screamed Cauã, running down the beach while Harry chased him with his surfboard in hand.
(Y/n) just stood back laughing, watching the two boys she was so fond of having the time of their life. She still didn’t know what Harry and her were, but that was okay, they would learn their way around each other.
What matters is that she took the first step, and Harry was there waiting for her.
She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Harry calling her, pointing to his right where Cauã was riding a small wave for the first time without falling.
(Y/n) started cheering him.
If Cauã could stick up to surfing, she could stick up with Harry.
If sharing a glass of wine with Harry the other night didn’t make you wish things could go back to normal--whatever that was--seeing him with CeCe before bed did.
She stomped her feet in the bathroom when you brushed through her hair. “I’m not tired! I want to stay up later with Maeve!”
Maybe that was another parenting fail in the last year--giving Maeve a later bedtime. She had bargained with you long and hard. She wanted more time on her phone but you wouldn’t budge. When you had heard enough of the I’m practically a teenager, mom! you figured there probably wasn’t an easy way to tell her that in two years she’d look back at herself and laugh.
So you caved, which you were doing more of lately but only with the silly stuff: bedtime, playing outside, dessert before dinner on occasion and even a PG-13 movie at a friend’s house when Maeve really got snippy with you.
But your energy was draining. After all the shit you’d put up with, you figured that hearing a few swears or seeing a high school party wouldn’t kill your 11-year-old.
CeCe, on the other hand, might be the death of you.
She was more outspoken than her sister, if that was possible. She had lungs on her that carried her voice through the house, especially when she whined.
“I want to stay up late!”
“You can’t,” you told her firmly. “I’m sorry. You’ll thank me tomorrow when you wake up refreshed.”
She made a face at you in the bathroom mirror, she probably didn’t understand what you meant but you smiled back at her anyway.
“I don’t want to sleep.”
You didn’t reply, instead let out a sigh and ignored the way she pouted until she stomped her feet again. “I want to watch TV!”
She smacked a fist on the counter when you didn’t reply, your eyes went wide with shock. “Cecelia Rose,” you scolded. “You do not yell at mommy like that or bang your fist on the counter.”
Maeve was nowhere to be found, likely scrolling in a group chat with other pre-teens who sent too many emojis. You almost wished she’d pop her head in to intervene--sometimes she was good at talking CeCe off the ledge, even if just to distract her.
The next best thing, though, when Harry knocked on the door and peered through the crack. “Everything alright?”
“Just dandy,” you forced a smile.
“Mommy is making me sleep,” CeCe frowned up at him.
“She is?”
“She is,” she nodded. “And I’m not tired.”
“Well, mommy has good reasoning, you’ll be sleepy tomorrow if you don’t sleep now.”
She didn’t seem to care, she crossed her arms over her chest once you finished the braid at the base of her neck and clapped her on the shoulder. “I won’t be tired.”
“Do you want to read together?”
She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, almost like she was waiting for the catch. When he smiled again, she let out a hefty sigh but headed for the door. “Fine.”
Harry smiled over his shoulder at you and followed behind her, trailing her down the hall until she took the left turn into her bedroom with a butterfly carpet. She walked over the bookshelf, picked out The Big Book of Bedtime Stories, and pulled the sheets back.
You were in the doorway, watching as she fluffed her own pillow and then looked up at Harry. “Are you coming?”
She patted the spot next to her, gesturing for him to get close enough for her to fall asleep on his shoulder. He hesitated, stole a glance in your direction and then did as she said. He adjusted the pillow behind his head and CeCe wriggled beside him until she was comfortable. When she was, she nestled right into him, looked up at you and then said: “are you coming?”
You paused, parted your lips to let her down gently, but then something in you tugged your torso towards his. He was surprised by this, too, shifted in the tiny bed to make room for you to crawl over and squish yourself between CeCe and the wall.
Harry, with a smirk on his lips, looked over at you when he opened the book to CeCe’s favorite story. “Comfortable?”
“Go ahead,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the silliness of the moment but somehow wishing it was routine.
You put a hand on her pajama pants, petting her mindlessly as you listened to Harry’s voice when he thumbed through the pages. You’d had moments like these with Luke, when Maeve was tiny and CeCe was barely a thought. It’d been a while since you laid in bed with another adult, your child between you as she let out sleepy sighs and fluttered her eyelashes against her cheek.
The lights were dim now, you watched as his fingers pulled each page and tried to forget the way they pulled moans from your mouth.
He stopped halfway through, looked over at you and smirked when her breathing got heavier, but he kept going. He’d learned: if you stop too soon, she’d bolt awake and tell you she’d never fallen asleep to begin with.
He carried on like that for a while, glancing over to see if her eyes were open, sometimes catching your gaze but looking away quickly. Timid, like he was just as unsure as you were.
He finished a story and started a new one, and for a moment you wondered if he kept reading just to not disturb the scene: the two of you with your daughter sandwiched between. If someone looked in on it from the outside, they’d think you were a family.
Eventually he cut himself off mid sentence, derailed the story of the princess and the pea to ask you: “should I keep going?”
“No,” you laughed a little. “She’s out. We’re fine.”
He shut the book and pulled away from her gently. You lifted her head a little and tugged your arm out from the sheets and he placed the book on the desk to the right of her bed. He stuck his hand out to help you climb over her quietly. She stirred, opened her eyes and looked up at the two of you.
“Love you mommy,” she said, you bent down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Love you too, sweetie.”
“Love you, Harry,” she said through a sigh, eyes already closing when you turned around to leave. His eyes locked on yours, caught off guard and unsure of how to reply, but he looked down at her, lips in a small smile.
“Love you too, CeCe.”
And just like that, your life turned to a personally targeted and especially cruel single-mom hell. It was already there, practically. He played outside with your kids? He drove Maeve to play dates and picked CeCe up from ballet? He cooked dinner and poured you wine and tucked deep inside your memory were images of his head between your legs and his fingers laced with yours.
And now he said he loved one of them? You made a beeline for your bedroom, shut the door and didn’t say goodnight because you knew it would only get worse from here.
You were right. It was torture. Daydream, fairytale level torture when he helped Maeve with her homework the next night and even more painful when CeCe fell asleep with her head in his lap after a movie.
Maybe the worst part, though, was when you sat beside him on the patio a few nights later. The sun had set and you had a glass of crisp rosé in your hand when he turned to you.
“Look what CeCe brought home the other day,” he moved his phone to show you the screen. A drawing of stick figures, red and green and blue under a yellow house. He pinched the screen to zoom in, the actual artwork was nowhere to be found.
“What is it?” You tilted your head to the side and let out a quiet laugh. Her drawing needed work, but the color choices were bright and vibrant, just like her.
“Well, it’s us I think.”
“Us?” You looked up at him for a moment, CeCe hit the tennis ball into the pool and Maeve let out a frustrated groan.
“That’s her, with the tutu obviously. That’s Maeve and you right there--I’m assuming, by the way. This is all interpretation.”
You let out a laugh but watched when he zoomed in on the other stick figure.
“And that’s me, I think,” he tilted his head sideways now, looked at it closer. "With the guitar." You reached out your hand, brought his phone closer when he let you have it.
“When did she give this to you?”
“Monday--no, Tuesday, I think.”
“What did she say?”
He shrugged when you looked up. Maeve had gotten the leaf skimmer and CeCe clapped when the tennis ball was back on dry land.
“She said she drew ‘home.’”
“Home?”
He nodded, looked back over at you with raised eyebrows, a sense of nonchalance when he held his palm out to retrieve his phone. “Cute, right?”
It was cute, obviously. It was sweet and endearing and then you asked: “where’s the actual drawing?”
“On my nightstand.” He watched as CeCe tugged a hoola hoop from a bucket of toys. “Might frame it and show her, she’d be so excited.”
“She would be,” you nodded. “She’d love that.”
He left it alone, showed Maeve how to swing the bat better before you eventually decided it was too dark to sit outside. They sat at the island and ate ice cream, cherries and sprinkles and Harry even doused his in chocolate sauce.
Your heart ached for the family that CeCe drew: one with less complexity and one where age differences didn’t mean a thing. One where there was no such thing as death or divorce. Just four stick figures beneath a triangular roof with grass scribbled around the edges of paper.
You wished, desperately, that the four of you could be the stick figure family with no worries and no problems. You wished time could freeze and Harry’s house wouldn’t be ready in another 10 days. In a way you wished that Luke didn’t exist, you wished that your life was as simple as it looked on 8 x 11 inch paper with scribbled marker.
**
Zoey stood in your bedroom, lips pushed out in thought when you held up a different necklace. “This one is chunkier which I can’t tell if I like.”
She thought on it for a second, already dressed and ready to go like the timely human she was.
“I like the first one,” she nodded. “It’s more I’m the boss than that one.”
You laughed at her reasoning, held it up to your neck when CeCe burst through the doors with a scowl on her face. “Mommy, Maeve said I’m being stupid and annoying.”
You frowned at her but clasped the necklace around your neck, “that’s not very nice of her. Why’d she say that?”
“Because I was asking her to push me on the swing but she was too busy texting someone.”
You let out a sigh and made a face at Zoey in the mirror. Buying Maeve a cell phone was something you’d thought long and hard about. She begged and begged for one at her birthday, but something felt wrong about handing over a thousand dollar piece of technology to someone who was barely old enough to watch TV unsupervised.
Harry and Luke’s punching incident is what did you in, though. What if Maeve was at a friend’s house and something like that happened? You needed her to be able to contact you in case she felt unsafe or uncomfortable.
You also figured it would be a good way to distract her from what was really going on under your roof: mom fell for the guy who stayed in our guest suite and now it’s a hot mess.
“You’re not stupid or annoying,” Zoey reassured her. “Maeve just thinks she’s too cool for everyone now that she has a phone.”
CeCe let out a dramatic sigh. “You can say that again.”
A knock on the door, she turned around to see Harry. “Maeve said I’m stupid and annoying.”
Harry frowned and knelt in front of her. “That’s not true.”
“Oh I know,” she shrugged. “I just think that’s stupid and annoying of her to say that.”
You bit back a laugh when he looked up at you, shocked by her attitude and her wit before she ran off to her bedroom down the hall.
Harry stood back up and greeted Zoey. “Hi--how’re Shawn and Benny?”
“They’re great, and they’re on their own tonight which I am so grateful for.” She’d been dying for another night out of the house, she talked for weeks about what she wanted to wear and what she was going to drink. “You two should meet, you and Shawn. He’s not a musician by any means but he’s a killer steering wheel drummer when we have the classic rock hits on.”
Harry laughed, looked over to you quickly before nodding in Zoey’s direction. “I’d love that, maybe we could all have dinner.”
You nodded at the suggestion, hooked an earring into place before Harry remembered why he came in.
“Speaking of dinner, I have a meeting with my stylist but I’ll be there tonight, obviously. Probably around 7:15 though, is that alright?”
“Totally fine,” you nodded. He told you a few days earlier that you’d have to drive separately, quelling your anxiety about showing up together and going home together. Your living situation was no one’s business, but having Harry at the launch party to begin with was sure to stir up enough chatter, even if it was mostly from Tristan or Jeff.
You’d been trying to hide your anxiety. This was your biggest launch to date, arguably a step outside your comfort zone and feeling so uncertain about things at home left you feeling more nervous to have your employees and your friends in the same spot. The girls were headed to Shelli’s, a movie night and arts and crafts, she promised.
But it was setting in now, questions and thoughts and worries were bouncing around in your head like a pinball machine.
Would Maeve and CeCe behave for Shelli? Would they get along with each other? Would the launch party go well? Would Tristan bring a date? Would people like the body wash? Would Harry sit next to you at dinner? Would things ever feel normal between the two of you again or would he move out and fade out of your life like he’d never even entered it at all?
Zoey had stepped out into the hallway, phone pressed to her ear as Shawn asked a question about formula.
“You alright?”
Harry was still in the doorway, suit pants on and a white button down as he waited for your answer.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just nervous.”
“Hey,” he took a step towards you. “It’s going to be great. You’re going to be great.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and then withdrew it. “You are great.”
You smiled, appreciative of his kindness but already overthinking the way he pulled his hand away, like your skin was too hot to touch or like your bodies coming into contact was suddenly forbidden.
“I just want the body wash to do well and I want the dinner to go smoothly. Tristan always goes overboard with these events and I just hope that the food is good, I mean, I’ve never eaten here before--”
He laughed, “hey, it’s going to be fine. I might be a bit late but I’ll get there and Jeff and I can do something stupid to make you laugh and forget about the stress of it all. Everyone wins.”
You nodded, reassured by his words but also caught off guard by how easy it was to admit: “I’m really glad you’re coming.”
“Me too,” he nodded. “Kind of feels like we haven’t seen each other much lately.”
You lifted your eyebrows at that, a week since Luke’s surprise visit and a week since Harry had so much as looked your way for more than ten seconds. You hadn’t told him to stop, you never said you didn’t want to keep sleeping with him or anything of the sort, but he took your words on the patio to mean that, apparently.
How were you supposed to backtrack? How were you supposed to have a conversation with him about it when there’d never been one in the first place?
If you hadn’t defined it originally, how were you supposed to quantify the change that had occurred as the bruise on his skin faded to a pale yellow?
“Okay,” Zoey laughed, a shake of her head when she ended the call and came back into the master suite. “How hard is it to find the bottle brush in the drawer where it’s literally been for the entirety of Benny’s short life?” She cut herself off when she looked up from her phone to see how close Harry stood to you.
He backed up. “Good luck, you’re going to kill it. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
You nodded. “Yes, right. Thanks.”
He turned on his heel and offered a smile to Zoey, whose eyes immediately flew to yours once he was descending the stairs. You briefed her over lunch shortly after Luke had shown up on your doorstep, but Zoey was decidedly team Harry and had a hard time even admitting that he shouldn't have gotten involved.
Her eyes were wide, lips set in a frown as if she’d just witnessed the most adorable thing. “He likes you so much.”
“No, Zoey, stop.”
“I leave the room for one second and you're having a heart to heart?”
“We weren't having a heart to heart,” you rolled your eyes. “He was just offering some encouragement.”
Partially true. His words were encouraging and that seemed to be the point of him coming up here. But you couldn’t admit to Zoey that part of your anxiety about the night was related to him. It felt stupid to admit that pulling back made you miss him, made you feel like something was missing.
Those feelings left your heart and your head a mess, unsure about what you needed and wanted and even more confused about what was right for everyone.
You turned back to the mirror to put your other earring in place. Zoey didn’t say more, she didn’t need to. She smiled at your reflection and you both knew that your words didn’t even begin to capture the complexity of it all. But you had a launch party to get to.
Your champagne flute was filled when you walked in, which was a great step towards quelling the nerves. Tristan was already working the crowd with grace and poise, smile plastered on his face when he bragged about all of the hard work your team had put in on this.
Zoey was excited to pump and dump in the bathroom, your employees were already plucking hors d'oeuvres from silver platters, and you just tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest of wishing your dad was here. He’d be proud, no doubt, he’d be excited for you and he’d be cracking jokes with Irv in the corner as Jeff tried to keep them under control.
The emptiness that he left in your life was something you’d live with forever, you were sure of this until suddenly there was a man in your house with a dimpled smile and patience for your children that you never saw coming.
Another look around the room, balloons in the corner, high heels and lipstick on the women that made your team what it was. A moment of excitement, of celebration, and yet your heartbeat picked up when you realized that you were here, alone.
You plucked your phone out to check the time, 7:24pm. He’d said 7:15--he clasped his hands on your shoulders like he meant it and you wondered where he was. Tristan pulled you over to another friendly face before you could sink too far down that rabbit hole.
Zoey had Shawn, Shelli had Irv, Jeff always had someone. Even Tristan had Tinder dates for the nights that he got lonely. You had the girls, of course, you had a life that you loved and a job you were proud of. But what did that matter if you didn’t have someone to share it with, to whisper to in the mornings when sun streamed through the windows and you were woken up too early by daughters that begged for adventures?
You’d grown used to feeling that way. Your marriage was over long before the papers were signed, but your father’s sudden decline left you reeling and unsure which way was up.
You’d never admit it aloud, but Harry showing up brought you back down to earth and kept you tethered to a life that felt manageable and doable and somehow possible.
Another glance at the time, 7:32pm. Tristan asked when you wanted to make a toast and thank everyone for coming to celebrate, you made an excuse and tried to buy yourself time like his absence was currency.
You wanted him here, you wanted his arm around your shoulders and you wanted to introduce him to your team--take a bite of his dinner and then bring him home like that was where he belonged.
How embarrassing, though, you talked yourself up enough to let him come and introduce him to the rest of the girls at work, only to be stood up or forgotten or altogether abandoned. Your fantasy of being with him felt even more stupid and naive when you realized that it’d probably never be like that.
Your glass was refilled at 7:49pm, Zoey laughed when your head of marketing recounted the embarrassing moment when a picture of Maeve ended up on the company instagram story.
Frustration, anger, maybe both when the clock struck 8pm. Forty-five minutes late without a text message? But those emotions were drowned out by the judgment: why do you care, he’s not your boyfriend, this doesn’t mean anything.
You answered too quickly when he called, phone pressed to your face: where are you?
Pulling up, down the street, I’m so sorry.
You handed your drink to Tristan, pushed out to the parking lot to find him jogging towards the door in the dark sky.
“Hi, hey, why are you out here?” his smile faded when he could see you were upset.
“I had no clue where you were and you didn’t even bother to text me--” you were stopped dead on the sidewalk, the sky was a light purple and he grabbed your hand to tug you back towards the entrance.
“I’m sorry, I know, my meeting went late and the traffic was terrible, I didn’t want to bother you--”
“You said you’d be here at 7:15 and I’ve been in there by myself--”
He didn’t understand, his eyebrows dipped on his forehead in confusion and he pulled at your arm again. “I know, I’m sorry, but let’s get back in there so you can--”
“No, Harry,” you yanked your hand out of his grasp. A deep breath, a twinkling light above the horizon, a plane on final approach to LAX. “Just give me a minute.”
He sighed, looked over his shoulder to the big windows that allowed a peek into the party. He didn’t say anything, waited for you to speak when the light at the intersection across the street turned green.
“I was stupid for thinking this would be a good idea,” you said aloud, arms crossed in the parking lot. “But it’s fine, it’s not a big deal.”
“It’s obviously a big deal,” he held a hand out, gesturing to the emotion in your voice. “I fucked up, I get that. I’m sorry--but I tried to call you and tell you I was going to be late, something’s wrong with my phone.”
Happy couples strolled out of the restaurant, arms linked with to-go boxes in hand. The air was still warm, streetlights illuminated the wrinkle in his forehead when he took a step forward. “Is this about more than the party?”
You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his ability to read you and sense the real tension beneath the surface. So you lied: “No.”
“Y/N,” he said your name like he knew your words weren’t true. “What’s going on?”
You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should break the silence that you’d both been living in for weeks. Unspoken, so far--the feelings and the sex and the uncertainty of what it meant had been woven into your life and now you were about to tug the thread and see if it unraveled.
“We’ve been kidding ourselves, Harry, don’t you think?” When he tilted his head to the side, you took it as a cue to continue. “We’ve been acting like a couple and you’ve been acting like the father of my children and we can’t do that.”
His lips parted and your heart seemed to stop when he didn’t say anything. He licked his lips, hands in his pockets when he said: “okay.”
“Okay?”
An incredulous tone in your voice put him on the defense.
“What do you want me to say?” His shoulders lifted to his ears, a shake of his head when he dropped your gaze. “Living with you and spending time with the girls has been the greatest thing I’ve had all year, I mean that. But it’s your house, they’re your children. It’s your family.”
He was right, but it didn’t mean the words didn’t sting like salt in a wound when he asked: “Do you want me to move out?”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
He scoffed, upset or bothered or maybe both. “I was never trying to overstep any boundaries.”
“I know you weren’t,” you said quickly. “That’s the problem, all of this happened so naturally and you fit into our lives so well and the girls fell in love with you and I--”
You cut yourself off, clamped your mouth together as if the words would pry their way out.
“You what?”
“I don’t want them to get hurt again.”
He pointed a finger to his chest, anger on his face. “By me? You think I would do something to hurt them?”
“Not intentionally, Harry,” you let your arms flail against your sides. “But that doesn’t mean that you won’t. Their dad left, their grandfather died, and then you moved in and suddenly it’s like you’re the missing piece they never had but that’s not realistic!”
“Why not?!” He was bothered now, more emotion in his eyes when his hands went up to run through his hair.
“Because you’re you. You’re a musician. You’re recording an album and going on tour and you’re not really able to be present. You couldn’t even show up tonight!”
“I’m not Luke,” he shook his head.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then why does it bother you that I was late? Why does that matter if I’m here now?”
“Because if you’d do it to me you’d do it to them. We don’t need to be left by another man this year.”
You didn’t mean for the words to come off so biting and harsh. He nodded slowly, chest deflated before he brought his eyes back up to you. “Fine. I can get my stuff and stay at Jeff’s.”
The shift in his demeanor felt heavy, his shoulders angled away and suddenly the magnetic pull between your chests was no longer there, like the thread had been snipped altogether and your words had been the scissors.
“I--I’m not trying to be a dick.”
“It’s fine, Y/N. I understand.”
“I just don’t want them to get hurt.”
“Or do you not want to get hurt?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Forget it,” he said, a few steps towards you when his face softened. “Tell everyone I say hi. I’ll go get my things before the girls are home and I’ll be out of your hair.”
He let his arm snake around your waist, a kiss to the side of your head before you could stop him--not that you would have.
He left you there in the parking lot, alone again for the third time this year, walked out on and deserted when your eyes welled with tears. You turned on your heels to head inside, hoping that Tristan had kept things together and hoping that the champagne was still flowing.
Jeff found you first, hand on your elbow when he spotted you in the hallway near the bathroom, mascara on your cheeks when you tried to soak up tears with a folded napkin. “Hey--where have you been?”
“Harry’s moving out,” you said it quickly. “He’s going to--uh--he’ll stay at your place, I think, for now.”
He looked over his shoulder and back at the gathering behind you. “Is he here?”
“I found him in the parking lot--he left, though.”
“What happened?”
Where did you start? When was the line crossed? Was it when he started playing with the girls in the backyard? Was it when he carried CeCe up to her bed after Maeve’s sleepover? Or was it all the way back when he came to your birthday party and kissed you at the top of the stairs in an empty house?
“Nothing, it’s just time for him to move out,” you shook your head, embarrassed by the emotion streaming down your cheeks. You tried to laugh it off, shook your head and blotted your face again. Now wasn’t the time for this conversation and it certainly wasn’t the time for the tears.
“Y/N, stop. You’re letting him walk out of your life just like that?”
You looked up at him, thrown off by his question. “You don’t even know what happened. I’m fine, it’s all fine.”
“No--I don’t know, but I also know that I’ve never seen you as happy as you are with him and the girls.”
“He’s twenty-four, Jeff.”
“So what? That’s going to stop you from doing what’s right for you?”
“How is it right for me? He can’t be the type of person that Maeve and CeCe need.”
“Can he actually not be, or is the age thing getting in the way?”
“I can’t talk to you about this right now,” you pulled away from him, bothered by his strong opinions and his know-it-all attitude. Some things never changed.
“Don’t ruin something good just because you don’t know how it will end.”
You gave him the finger as you walked away, forced out a laugh and tried to flip the switch: happy, grateful, excited and ready for another glass of champagne.
He dropped it then, you left him with no choice but to follow you back out to the party. He ate mini cheesecakes before the crowd started to disperse and drove you home, a kiss on the cheek before you climbed out. Call me in the morning, he said. Translation: I hope you change your mind overnight.
Harry’s car was gone, and if you had to guess, the bed upstairs was made and the drawers were empty. His keys weren’t on the hook by the back door and when Shelli dropped off the girls and they raced inside, Maeve’s face fell.
“Where’s Harry?”
“Oh,” you hadn’t thought this far ahead, still numb from the whiplash of emotions. “He’s at Uncle Jeff’s--he’s gonna stay there from now on, I think.”
“Wait, so he moved out?”
“Harry’s gone?” CeCe asked.
“Not forever, no, no--he’s just not going to live here.”
“Why not?”
“He has to work,” you spit out quickly. “He’s busy.” What were you supposed to tell them? Mommy’s an idiot.
“Why does that mean he can’t live here?”
“Because he just can’t,” you said, a sigh when you knew the answer wasn’t good enough for Maeve. She must have sensed the emotion in your voice, though, because she didn’t push it.
“Can you bring your sister upstairs and start getting ready for bed, please?”
Shelli was at the island, quiet and observant when Maeve let out a reluctant sigh but ushered CeCe forward. They climbed in silence, and when the faucet was turned on, all bets were off.
“What on earth happened?”
“He can’t stay here, Shelli. We can’t do whatever it was we were doing.”
“Which was...”
“Pretending that he was their dad or something and me pretending that sleeping with him was normal.”
“And where does being happy factor into this nonsense equation?”
“It doesn’t.” You busied yourself at the sink, grabbed for the sponge and wiped invisible crumbs from the granite to keep your hands busy. “After Luke and my dad, I was just stupid, okay? It was poor judgment.”
She set her purse down on a stool and watched you closely. “Why does your happiness always come last, Y/N?”
“Because! My happiness doesn’t matter if the decision is stupid. Me plus Harry just doesn’t make sense!” You whispered at her, voice wrought with emotion. “He’s so young and busy and he’s in the industry and--”
“Is that what this is about?”
“Which part?”
“The industry, him being a musician.”
You waved her off like she wasn’t sniffing the truth out of you with ease. “It’s just a piece of it.”
“Y/N, just because your parents’ marriage didn’t work doesn’t mean you’re destined for the same future.”
You stopped wiping at that. “Really? Cause I’m thirty-two and already divorced.”
“But that’s because Luke is an asshole,” she reasoned, “not because of you or the girls.”
A sigh from between your lips, fervent wiping again with the tough side of the sponge, you were sure you felt something sticky. “Well, I doubt Harry would ever be the kind to settle down. That’s unrealistic. He’s famous and busy and he probably is sick of being on carpool duty anyway--probably wants to get back to snorting cocaine off of someone’s tits.”
She let out a quick laugh, shook her head. “You are really in love with him, aren’t you?”
“No,” you looked up at her again and then back at the counter. “I’m just being honest.”
“I don’t think he was ever snorting cocaine off of anyone’s anything. I might not know him as well as Jeffrey does, but, he seems pretty happy here with you three.”
“The girls loved having him here,” you said the thought aloud, it escaped into the air before you could realize Shelli didn’t need anymore ammunition.
“And did you?”
“I mean, I don’t know,” you moved back to the sink, wrung out the sponge and then turned to face her. “It was nice, I guess.”
“Well, then I guess that makes four.”
“Four what?”
“Four people who were all happy with the way things were going. Before you went and turned it upside down out of fear.”
“Okay,” you held up your hands, hoping to end the conversation. It was too late and you were tired--the final glass of champagne had your eyes heavy in the passenger seat of Jeff’s car. “I need to sleep.”
She let out a sigh and picked up her purse, moved around the counter to come and wrap her arms around you. “Don’t let your past ruin your future.”
“Goodnight,” you said sweetly, hoping that your tone would usher her out of the house and into her car, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
She laughed, called over her shoulder when she made her way for the door. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”
