allthelovehes

[allthelovehes]

Ooooh, I can totally see them all cuddled up in bed on a sunday morning somday

Field Day Reunion* | Part 2

Summary: Harry finally takes Y/N home when Charlie is with his grandmother for the night.

Pairing: Singledad!Harry x Teacher!Y/N

Word count: 5K

Warnings: Lovemaking, oral f receiving, eager babies, exes to lovers?

A/N: I imagine Harry and Y/N to be British in this universe, so they went to highschool from age 11 - 16(ish) and college from 16 - 20(ish). Idk why but I felt the need to specify haha ENJOY LOVES

Harry and Y/N agreed to take things slow for the sake of Charlie. This means that they have been going on dates every now and then, but not every weekend because Harry doesn't want to just drop off his kid at Anne's, so he can go out with this woman. That doesn't mean however that they don't see each other.

Y/N started teaching Charlie's class a couple of weeks ago. Ever since then, Harry sees her every day because he is the one who drops Charlie off at school and picks him up later in the day. Those little moments are filled with loving glances and private jokes but also Harry teasingly flirting with the love of his life.

Yes, Harry is absolutely smitten by this woman. Given their history, he now believes that he shouldn't have let her go back then. Yes, being high school sweethearts who are going to different colleges isn't the perfect scenario for two love birds. They didn't want to do the long-distance thing when they were only 17, but Harry now knows it would've all been worth it.

He doesn't regret their decisions though. If the two of them never broke up, Harry would've never become a dad to Charlie and he wouldn't want to miss him for the world. The kid is his life, he'd literally give everything to see that little cheeky smile on the four-year-old's face.

Anne was a big fan of Y/N when they were teenagers, she was the sweetest girl so of course she approved of Harry dating her. So when Harry told his mom how Y/N is now Charlie's new teacher she was excited, to say the least. But when he told his mother that they had been on a date, her heart was filled with love. She was rooting for his son, finally meeting that happiness he was so dearly craving.

So, from the moment Harry announces to his mom about him and Y/N taking it slow, Anne has done anything in her power to help Harry out. Taking over babysitting duty whenever she can and just keeping the little boy out of her son's way. Hinting at her son how she's free next Saturday, in case Charlie wants to come play at grandma's house. Just, everything.

And that's exactly why, this afternoon, he decides to take his mom up on that offer. Harry and Y/N have been on four official dates so far and not once has he taken her home. It felt a bit too forward, too soon. But today was different, Harry invited her over to his house, show her around and make his intentions very clear, she's a keeper.

“Char, come on. Put your shoes on, grandma is waiting for you.” Harry tells his son, picking up the overnight bag he packed for his son.

“Where are you going, daddy? I wanna go too!” The little boy cries, pouting at his dad with such innocence.

“I'm sorry, buddy. But you are staying with grandma.” Harry explains to his son, feeling a bit guilty. But he also didn't want to specify anything about his plans for today. See, Charlie is the biggest fan of Y/N at school and it warms Harry's heart to see him so fond of her. But that only gives him more reasons to keep his love life in the shadows for his son.

“But why?” Charlie whines, but knowing it's already a lost battle, he slips on his shoes in silence. Harry shakes his head, suppressing a giggle. Once a kid starts asking why, you know there is no ending to the discussion.

“Let's go, Char.” Harry states instead, dragging his boy out of their house and into the car.

After he drops Charlie off and Anne's, he drives straight back home. His heart pounding with nerves. He'd be lying if he said that he isn't a little bit anxious right now. He hasn't had a girl over for years on end, not in this context. And he's really hoping she's going to want to stay over. He told her to bring an overnight bag, just in case she wanted to stay. He also mentioned how Charlie is sleeping at his mother's place, hoping it would send the right message, but he wasn't quite sure.

When he arrives home, he finds Y/N just parking her car a little further down the street. She's on time, more like half an hour early. Harry lets out a nervous giggle and he hopes that it isn't too obvious that he's anxious right now.

“Eager much?” He jokes as soon as she reaches his front yard. She giggles slightly embarrassed and Harry simply wants to kiss that cute blush off her face.

“I didn't want to run late. Traffic, you know.” She explains, a small smile gracing her face.

“Relax, babe. I'm glad you are early, actually.” Harry smiles sweetly, pulling her in for a quick hug and placing a quick kiss on her lips. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Y/N lets out a flirtatious giggle, getting on her toes to press her lips on his. Harry instantly melts into the kiss, holding her tightly against his chest.

“C'mon, let's go inside.” Harry whispers, pulling away a bit hesitantly. Y/N softly nods in agreement and Harry loosens his grip on her, only to grab her hand and guide her inside. “Welcome to our home.”

“It looks lovely.” Y/N compliments, letting her eyes roam around the living room. You can tell by the way his space is organised that Harry is a neat person, the room is filled with all things the father and son love dearly. A nice TV hangs against the wall, some family pictures are scattered around the wall above the couch and the wall across the room holds shelves filled with movies, video games and records. It's all Harry and it takes the man's breath away knowing that she likes his place.

“Thank you.”

“Let me give you a tour.” Harry says, tugging on her arm and guiding her through his entire house. She had already seen the small hallway when she first entered the house, and a glimpse of the living room, but there is more. There is an open kitchen concept which leads out into the backyard with big sliding doors. It's really neat and pretty, every one of the rooms in the house has little Harry vibes. The house screams family home, it suits Harry really well.

When they finish the tour downstairs, Harry hesitates to show her his upstairs living space. He feels like taking her upstairs is something very intimate, maybe even too forward, yet he would love to show her around. With an unsure glance at her, Harry points his finger to the stairs, silently asking if she wants to continue the tour.

Y/N nods softly and gives him a sweet, yet excited smile. “Let's go, I'm very curious.” She says causing Harry to chuckle and they continue their walk through his house.

“Okay, so this is Charlie's room and his bathroom.” Harry explains. Y/N takes it all in as if he's giving her the time of her life. Harry is beyond grateful because he really does love her and he hopes that she is going to melt into their lives and live here one day.

They move over to the other side of the hallway, Harry gestures at the next room, rubbing the back of his neck a bit nervously. Y/N opens the door carefully when Harry speaks up. “This is uh- my room.” She pushes the door open further and carefully walks inside.

“This is very you.” She giggles when he walks in after her. Harry doesn't know why, but a blush creeps up his cheeks. Y/N isn't mocking him or making fun of him, her giggle sounds very fond, maybe she is just as nervous as he is.

The bedroom is decorated with warm colours and it features a king-sized bed that looks comfy and cosy. Y/N's gaze is glued to the bed, no doubt in her mind that she'd like to sleep in a bed like that. Especially if that means Harry would be right next to her.

She doesn't ponder her thoughts for too long because she knows that it will end with an almost unbearable aching between her legs.

When they dated in high school, they were only 15 years old. So sleeping with one another was out of the question. They kept dating until they were 16 and 17, but it still didn't feel right for them at that moment to take that step. Now that they are both adults and they want to take things a bit more seriously, Harry would like to finally take the next step in their relationship. Maybe tonight.

“Uhm- so behind you is my ensuite.” He points to the door behind her, gesturing at it with a little nod.

“Oh my.” Y/N's attention is immediately turned to the door when Harry mentions it. She slowly opens the door, stepping into the big room. It's modern and clean, and oh so spacious. There's a walk-in shower and a big tub next to it.

Harry just watches her in awe as she explores the bathroom. She almost seems mesmerised by his place and that makes his heart flutter. It's like she belongs in here and it is her house.

Y/N makes her way back to Harry with a dreamy look in her eyes. She wraps her arms around Harry's neck and pulls him close. She sighs. “Your home looks very lovely, Harry.”

“Not as lovely as you.” He blurts out in a weak attempt at flirting, but it comes off a bit nervous so he might have failed miserably.

“You're cheesy.” Y/N giggles. Harry tightens his grip on her waist and pulls her impossibly closer, flashing her a dimpled smile. Y/N leans in and lets her lips softly brush his in a very gentle kiss. Harry immediately melts into the kiss, tilting his head down to kiss her deeper, but she abruptly pulls away after only a second.

“I- uh- I'll go put my bag in this room, if that's okay?” She asks and Harry crooks his head to the side.

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Depends on what you're thinking.” She winks and pulls away from Harry.

“That you are going to stay over.” Harry flashes her a flirtatious smile.

“Exactly.” Y/N nods in agreement, a smug smile on her face and a glimpse of hope flashing in her eyes. “If that's still alright with you?”

“Of course, you don't have to ask.” Harry reassures, making her grin widely. He squeezes her hand for a second and then releases her hand, letting her step away and put her bag in the room.

Harry is beyond excited now, hoping for them to take their relationship to the next level. If they hadn't broken up back in high school, Harry might've even proposed by now. Yeah, he'd love to be married to her one day. But maybe it's too soon to be thinking about marriage, he remembers how it felt to be with her, back when they were only kids, hopelessly in love. He wants that back, now more than ever. ***

Y/N comes back downstairs to see that Harry is already making dinner. He greets her with a wide smile and places a soft peck on her lips.

“Mmh, what's that smell?” She asks curiously, leaning on the counter in the kitchen and watching Harry move around confidently.

“You, I reckon.” He smirks. Y/N lightly shakes her head, failing to hide her smile. “I'm making you pasta, love.”

“Mmmh, my favourite.”

“I know.” Harry smiles proudly.

Harry lets her know how she can pick a wine if she wants, and where she can find some glasses. She of course doesn't miss the obvious fact that Harry has planned everything ahead. That certainly turns her on.

They eat in a comfortable silence, their ankles playfully tangling with one another. Harry does the dishes while Y/N takes a second in the living room to scroll through her phone. As soon as the kitchen is clean, Harry joins her on the couch. He lifts her legs, placing them on his lap and letting her lean into his side.

“Charlie was a little upset to leave.” Harry says all of a sudden. Y/N chuckles, knowing just how clingy that four-year-old is to his dad. She finds that unbelievably adorable.

“Is he going to be mad at us?” She asks, not knowing how to proceed. She doesn't want the cute and innocent little boy to dislike her in any way.

“Us? No. Me? Maybe. I haven't told him about us yet, don't want him to tell the whole class and make it awkward for you at work.” Harry explains causing Y/N to smirk and nod, loving that he cares that much.

“So what does he think we are?” Y/N pries.

“I've told him you are my friend and that I like you a whole lot.” Harry tells her, making her smile.

“A whole lot, huh?” Y/N giggles and wiggles her eyebrows. Harry flashes her a cheeky smile and runs his fingers through her hair. “Sounds like you have a little crush.” She teases.

“Hmm, kinda do. Can't help it though.” Harry admits and leans into her, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Y/N squirms under his touch, silently letting him know that this is okay. Then, she dips her head slightly and closes her lips on his.

The kiss instantly deepens and Y/N quickly crawls into Harry's lap, getting a better angle to kiss him passionately. His hands rest on her hips and hold her in place as he slowly kisses his way down her neck. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in the touch and taste of Harry. God, he really does turn her on.

So far they hadn't had the opportunity to make out like this. It's all been dates outside of either of their homes and kisses over the console of his car or at her front door. Feeling her thighs on each side of him and her lips working his like it's her favourite pastime makes Harry understand how badly he wants this to work out.

She lets her arms drape around his neck as her mouth finds his again, this time kissing him hungrily. Her lips sloppily brush against his, her teeth leaving grazes against his already tender bottom lip. He's just as eager to make out with her as she is.

She eventually breaks away, though, just to reconnect with those green gems Harry calls his eyes. He gives her a warm smile and his thumbs run under her shirt.

“You are so beautiful, love. Always been.” Harry murmurs against her lips before going in for another kiss. The gesture takes her back to high school, them sharing kisses on her porch after he walked her home from school. Always ending with a tight hug and whispers that went something like this.

But she's not in high school anymore, and so are her urges. Now, she simply can't get enough of Harry, and by the feeling of a firm swelling in his pants, she knows he is affected as much as she. It's quite the ego boost.

Harry had spent many nights, imagining how his first time making love to her would go. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heat deliciously dripping, his name leaving her lips in a quivering cry when they both reach the peak of their pleasure. But he always kept the fantasy bundled up in his mind, he knew that it was too soon for that. Not anymore, though, because Y/N makes it very clear to him that she wants him.

“Harry.” She whimpers and rolls her hips into his. Her core grinds against his crotch and she swears she could make herself come from this. Just humping his bulge will be enough to have her reeling.

“I'm taking that as your consent, love.” Harry murmurs, pecking her lips. But she doesn't reply, she just hums in agreement. Enough for Harry to lift the two of them up, causing her to squeal slightly. He carries her upstairs and drops her on the bed.

It's happening.

Harry climbs on top of her, pressing her down with his weight. His lips crash back on hers and she accepts his passionate kisses with just the same amount of passion. She tumbles her hands around his neck, making sure he stays exactly where he is right now.

After a few minutes of more intense making out, Harry needs to come up for air. His chest is rising and falling and his hair is a hot mess, Y/N giggles teasingly, running her fingers through it to arrange it neatly.

“You're gorgeous.” Harry utters and places a delicate kiss on her jaw, Y/N lets out a shaky breath. Her heart soars when Harry compliments her. Her chin tilts towards him, their mouths closing in for more sucking and licking and biting and tugging. “But I'm dying to know how gorgeous you are underneath all this.”

She can't help the blood that rushes to her cheeks, and she can hardly breathe. Harry reaches down, lifting her shirt over her head. He wastes no time as soon as the fabric passes over her body. He's sucking the skin at her shoulder with eagerness.

“Fuck.” She curses as his teeth nip into her, his lips brushing it so faintly as soon as there's the red and purplish proof he's marked her. For a moment he feels guilty, thinking it's inappropriate, but he can't help but want this. He wants to become one with her and claim her as his own.

Harry gently kneads her breast with his hands, eliciting an erotic moan from her. Y/N isn't shy about her body. Her hand reaches to her back and she unclasps her bra, pulling it off and letting her boobs bounce freely. Harry gulps at the sight, they are just as magnificent as he had imagined them a few years back.

Harry kisses his way down her upper body and without a second thought, takes a nipple into his mouth. The man toys with it with his tongue, making Y/N's centre burn with desire. She hisses at the warmth of his mouth sucking and licking and nibbling. He then moves over to the other nipple, giving it equal attention before Y/N groans and speaks up.

“Fuck, I- I can't take it any longer, Harry.” Y/N whimpers, feeling her core starting to pulsate. She needs him there and she needs it now.

“Tell me what you want then, love.” Harry husks, his cock painfully straining in his trousers.

“Touch me. Eat me out, lick me clean. I don't care, but for fuck's sake-“ She heaves, her hands roaming down to the lining of Harry's trousers.

He doesn't need to be told twice, within a few seconds he is standing next to the bed, tugging off her trousers with her panties. Before quickly stripping down, he catches her eye looking longingly at the obvious erection in his boxers. She has been waiting for this to happen.

Y/N smiles as she observes him, he is so beautiful to her. His every flaw is precious. Y/N sees how his veins are straining underneath the thin layer of his skin as his fists clench around his bed sheets. How those plump pink lips are slightly parted, allowing his rapid, ragged breathing to escape.

Harry palms himself through his briefs, stroking his erection while keeping his eyes focused on the woman beneath him. With her lying on his bed in all her beauty, legs spread, his name on her parted lips. She is truly the epitome of sheer loveliness.

Harry kneels down at the side of the bed before he wraps his arms around her thighs to pull her closer to the edge. “You sure, baby?” He asks once more, although Y/N has been very clear with what she wants.

“Positive.” She mutters and in less than a second, Harry gently presses his lips against her folds. Kissing all around her pussy but never quite touching the most intimate parts. This drives her insane and her hands reach out to tangle in his curls, pulling him closer to her center. “Please.” She whimpers needily.

Harry doesn't make her wait, instead, he runs one finger through her folds before spreading them apart as his tongue prods over the heated skin. A loud grunt escapes his lips when he realises how sweet she tastes. It's everything he could've imagined and more. He then gets to work, flicking his tongue over her clit expertly, making Y/N buck her hips in appreciation. She pants, trying not to explode from pleasure at the feeling.

His free hand slides up to her lower stomach to hold her down and withhold her from squirming too much. Her juices are escaping from inside her, soiling his lips and chin and the duvet. Harry just can't get enough. His thumb scratches at her pelvis and as Y/N looks down, she sees him bobbing up and down eagerly, his eyes closed shut as he devours her. She hisses at the obscene sight.

“Ah- f-fuck!” Y/N stutters out, Harry now digging his fingers into her and slightly curling them inside her, hitting her g-spot and bringing her closer to her orgasm. “Harry!” She warns, her eyes practically rolling back at how he licks her, but that doesn't make him stop, no, he speeds up even.

His lips are locked on her clit, sucking as his fingertips massage her inner walls and let her slick seep out. She can't keep her legs still if she tries, her toes are curling and her thighs are shaking.

“Mmmh.” Harry moans lowly, tasting her juices as they keep flowing, signalling she won't last a second longer. “Come for me, darling.” He releases for a split second only to murmur those words, causing her body to respond with a shattering climax.

“Oh-ffu-Harry!” Y/N cries out as the burning knot inside her undoes and explodes. It's nothing like she's ever felt before, men never really seemed to know how to satisfy her, but Harry is all it takes for her to let go and forget about all the bad sex she ever had. She gasps loudly, riding out her orgasm as he keeps working her gently with his fingers and mouth. “Jesus fuck.”

Her legs fall to her sides. Harry comes up and wipes his mouth clean, chuckling at how Y/N is gasping for air. Her chest heaving as she does her best to try and breathe. “Good?” He hums and kisses her collarbone as he awaits a response.

“Too good.” She chokes out a laugh as soon as she can catch her breath again. She reaches down to caress his cheek, causing him to glance up. “Need a taste.” She huffs, as her hand goes down to his cock. Harry smirks and stops her. Gaining her attention with a quirked brow, indicating she doesn't understand.

“I desperately want to be inside of you, and I won't be able to last as long as I plan to if your puffy lips would work their magic on my cock right now.” He tells her bluntly, keeping his lust-filled gaze on her. And honestly, that might've just been the sexiest thing anyone has ever told her. She gives him a coy nod before he props himself up. He pushes his boxers down his legs and hovers over her.

Harry reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom while Y/N finally has her tiny fingers wrapped around Harry's erect and dripping cock. It's long and hard, the tip glistening and soft. Her hand runs down his shaft, paying close attention to the pattern of those prominent veins. His big hand reaches for her wrist.

“Hate to stop you, love, but you'll be the death of me.” Harry breathes as he slowly rolls the condom down his shaft. Y/N smiles adoringly, holding back laughter. Harry shakes his head amused, glad he brings that same childlike chuckle to Y/N's face that he used to adore when they were younger.

Then Y/N's face changes to surprise as Harry wraps his arms around her upper body to place her further on the bed, her head now resting on his soft pillows. Harry takes his position above her and cups her chin as he gently kisses her.

“Are you ready for me?” He asks. His cock now directly at her entrance, he holds it with his hand, teasing her.

“Yes, H. Please, yes.” She eagerly replies. So Harry presses a firm kiss on her mouth as he carefully pushes himself in. Just the tip before he pulls back again, teasing her incredibly slowly. Y/N groans in annoyance but lets him. Instead, she circles her arms around his neck and lets her fingertips draw nonsensical doodles on his scalp.

Her eyes shut when he finally thrusts himself forward, inserting his cock fully and feeling her pussy clenching around him. At first, he moves slowly, deliberately waiting for the satisfying burn to fade. His palms are pressed flat next to her shoulders as he secures his balance above her. She just can't keep her moans inside, not when he fucks her with all the love in the world.

“Fuck.” Harry grits, noticing how tight she is. Y/N keeps her eyes closed and lets him take control, simply doing what she feels is right, and that is responding to Harry's pace and needs. She finds solace in his sweet scent and she's sure she's addicted to it from now on.

As his hips rock, he slips his tongue into her mouth. Y/N's walls clench around him as his pace picks up. Her slick dripping out of her, coating their inner thighs as he slowly dips in and out.

“Give me your leg.” He says as he taps his fingers on her right thigh. Y/N obediently pulls her leg up and Harry positions himself a bit differently, the tip of his cock hammering against her cervix, reaching spots she didn't know could feel so good.

He places her leg on his shoulder and holds it in place with his arm wrapped around her knee. The newfound angle allows him to fuck her deeper and Harry can't hold himself back anymore. He slams into her, she moans in pleasure when he picks up the pace, making their sweaty bodies become one.

“G-goddamn, love.” He grunts, loving how they move as one. The muscles of his abdomen tense up under his skin with every hard thrust he delivers, he simply can't bear to slow down his movement. Harry continues to rut in and out, bringing both of them higher.

His left-hand reaches down, pressing down on her pubic bone for extra stimulation as his thumb finds her clit. Harry then knows he won't last long. Feeling her pussy already milking his cock, he knows she is close too.

Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the butterflies in her stomach building up again as Harry hits her G-spot every time he slams back into her.

“H-Harry- shit.” Y/N pants rapidly. She can feel how her juices are dripping from her and covering Harry's dick, definitely creating a wet spot underneath her bum on the duvet. She rolls her eyes back. She can't hold out for much longer.

“Nghh, yeah? Come for me, again, baby.” Harry groans as his pace starts to get sloppy. Y/N loves how his brows furrow and his jaw tightens up every time he pushes in.

“Aah- I'm-“ She starts and her walls clench around him, squeezing his hard cock inside her as she comes. The sensation is too much for Harry to bear. His hot liquid explodes into the rubber as her warm pussy milks him.

“Mmph.” Harry moans and with the last bit of power in his limp body, he slowly rocks back and forth to ride out their orgasms until they both collapse, tired and sweating messes.

“God, I can't believe that just happened.” Y/N puffs as they lie next to each other for a few moments. Harry hums, rolling to her side and pulling out of her in the process. Y/N catches his glance, seeing how his green eyes look like they shine even in the dark, love and affection radiating from them.

“I finally had sex with the girl of my dreams.” He murmurs, scooting a bit closer as Y/N feels him reach to her hand to twine their fingers together. She giggles at his sweetness before opening her mouth to speak.

“I now understand why you didn't want Charlie here today.” She remarks, earning a playful look from Harry. She brings her fingers up to brush the hair off his forehead. “I love you.” Y/N suddenly utters, surprising herself. “I mean it.”

“I love you too.” Harry says without a second thought before placing his wet lips on hers. It's not like they hadn't said I love you to each other when they were younger, but adult I love you's are different, stronger, more meaningful. Y/N grins, nudging her nose against his cheek and pecking his lips.

“We should do something about the stickiness, shouldn't we?” Harry says running his finger on the inside of her thigh. Y/N chuckles as she nods her head in agreement, slightly ashamed but just couldn't care less right now. She's happy, Harry's happy and that's all that matters.

Harry picks her up from the bed again, gaining another squeal as he carries her to the bathroom. They hop in the shower and their touches remain gentle. Just soft kisses and long glances. Once they're all washed up, they slide back between the sheets in an after-sex, shower-fresh bliss.

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Went looking for a new car as my old one has officially been called ded by the "professionals" lol

I CAN NOT WAIT FOR THIS FUCKING BEAUTY OMG

#we need a name for her #I have never named my car before but this one deserves respect #plus side of being in a car crash: new car

[allthelovehes]

Omg yes, my friends say so too. Ugh, the things I wanna do to that man but then again also not.. But also, I kinda do LOL

Ohh so sorry this situation is so confusing!! But Atleast there no harm nd u like his attention so it's okayyy!!:)

It's okay! It's okay! We'll be fine haha

Men will be men, always ever so confusing

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Field Day Reunion* | Part 2

Summary: Harry finally takes Y/N home when Charlie is with his grandmother for the night.

Pairing: Singledad!Harry x Teacher!Y/N

Word count: 5K

Warnings: Lovemaking, oral f receiving, eager babies, exes to lovers?

A/N: I imagine Harry and Y/N to be British in this universe, so they went to highschool from age 11 - 16(ish) and college from 16 - 20(ish). Idk why but I felt the need to specify haha ENJOY LOVES

Harry and Y/N agreed to take things slow for the sake of Charlie. This means that they have been going on dates every now and then, but not every weekend because Harry doesn't want to just drop off his kid at Anne's, so he can go out with this woman. That doesn't mean however that they don't see each other.

Y/N started teaching Charlie's class a couple of weeks ago. Ever since then, Harry sees her every day because he is the one who drops Charlie off at school and picks him up later in the day. Those little moments are filled with loving glances and private jokes but also Harry teasingly flirting with the love of his life.

Yes, Harry is absolutely smitten by this woman. Given their history, he now believes that he shouldn't have let her go back then. Yes, being high school sweethearts who are going to different colleges isn't the perfect scenario for two love birds. They didn't want to do the long-distance thing when they were only 17, but Harry now knows it would've all been worth it.

He doesn't regret their decisions though. If the two of them never broke up, Harry would've never become a dad to Charlie and he wouldn't want to miss him for the world. The kid is his life, he'd literally give everything to see that little cheeky smile on the four-year-old's face.

Anne was a big fan of Y/N when they were teenagers, she was the sweetest girl so of course she approved of Harry dating her. So when Harry told his mom how Y/N is now Charlie's new teacher she was excited, to say the least. But when he told his mother that they had been on a date, her heart was filled with love. She was rooting for his son, finally meeting that happiness he was so dearly craving.

So, from the moment Harry announces to his mom about him and Y/N taking it slow, Anne has done anything in her power to help Harry out. Taking over babysitting duty whenever she can and just keeping the little boy out of her son's way. Hinting at her son how she's free next Saturday, in case Charlie wants to come play at grandma's house. Just, everything.

And that's exactly why, this afternoon, he decides to take his mom up on that offer. Harry and Y/N have been on four official dates so far and not once has he taken her home. It felt a bit too forward, too soon. But today was different, Harry invited her over to his house, show her around and make his intentions very clear, she's a keeper.

“Char, come on. Put your shoes on, grandma is waiting for you.” Harry tells his son, picking up the overnight bag he packed for his son.

“Where are you going, daddy? I wanna go too!” The little boy cries, pouting at his dad with such innocence.

“I'm sorry, buddy. But you are staying with grandma.” Harry explains to his son, feeling a bit guilty. But he also didn't want to specify anything about his plans for today. See, Charlie is the biggest fan of Y/N at school and it warms Harry's heart to see him so fond of her. But that only gives him more reasons to keep his love life in the shadows for his son.

“But why?” Charlie whines, but knowing it's already a lost battle, he slips on his shoes in silence. Harry shakes his head, suppressing a giggle. Once a kid starts asking why, you know there is no ending to the discussion.

“Let's go, Char.” Harry states instead, dragging his boy out of their house and into the car.

After he drops Charlie off and Anne's, he drives straight back home. His heart pounding with nerves. He'd be lying if he said that he isn't a little bit anxious right now. He hasn't had a girl over for years on end, not in this context. And he's really hoping she's going to want to stay over. He told her to bring an overnight bag, just in case she wanted to stay. He also mentioned how Charlie is sleeping at his mother's place, hoping it would send the right message, but he wasn't quite sure.

When he arrives home, he finds Y/N just parking her car a little further down the street. She's on time, more like half an hour early. Harry lets out a nervous giggle and he hopes that it isn't too obvious that he's anxious right now.

“Eager much?” He jokes as soon as she reaches his front yard. She giggles slightly embarrassed and Harry simply wants to kiss that cute blush off her face.

“I didn't want to run late. Traffic, you know.” She explains, a small smile gracing her face.

“Relax, babe. I'm glad you are early, actually.” Harry smiles sweetly, pulling her in for a quick hug and placing a quick kiss on her lips. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Y/N lets out a flirtatious giggle, getting on her toes to press her lips on his. Harry instantly melts into the kiss, holding her tightly against his chest.

“C'mon, let's go inside.” Harry whispers, pulling away a bit hesitantly. Y/N softly nods in agreement and Harry loosens his grip on her, only to grab her hand and guide her inside. “Welcome to our home.”

“It looks lovely.” Y/N compliments, letting her eyes roam around the living room. You can tell by the way his space is organised that Harry is a neat person, the room is filled with all things the father and son love dearly. A nice TV hangs against the wall, some family pictures are scattered around the wall above the couch and the wall across the room holds shelves filled with movies, video games and records. It's all Harry and it takes the man's breath away knowing that she likes his place.

“Thank you.”

“Let me give you a tour.” Harry says, tugging on her arm and guiding her through his entire house. She had already seen the small hallway when she first entered the house, and a glimpse of the living room, but there is more. There is an open kitchen concept which leads out into the backyard with big sliding doors. It's really neat and pretty, every one of the rooms in the house has little Harry vibes. The house screams family home, it suits Harry really well.

When they finish the tour downstairs, Harry hesitates to show her his upstairs living space. He feels like taking her upstairs is something very intimate, maybe even too forward, yet he would love to show her around. With an unsure glance at her, Harry points his finger to the stairs, silently asking if she wants to continue the tour.

Y/N nods softly and gives him a sweet, yet excited smile. “Let's go, I'm very curious.” She says causing Harry to chuckle and they continue their walk through his house.

“Okay, so this is Charlie's room and his bathroom.” Harry explains. Y/N takes it all in as if he's giving her the time of her life. Harry is beyond grateful because he really does love her and he hopes that she is going to melt into their lives and live here one day.

They move over to the other side of the hallway, Harry gestures at the next room, rubbing the back of his neck a bit nervously. Y/N opens the door carefully when Harry speaks up. “This is uh- my room.” She pushes the door open further and carefully walks inside.

“This is very you.” She giggles when he walks in after her. Harry doesn't know why, but a blush creeps up his cheeks. Y/N isn't mocking him or making fun of him, her giggle sounds very fond, maybe she is just as nervous as he is.

The bedroom is decorated with warm colours and it features a king-sized bed that looks comfy and cosy. Y/N's gaze is glued to the bed, no doubt in her mind that she'd like to sleep in a bed like that. Especially if that means Harry would be right next to her.

She doesn't ponder her thoughts for too long because she knows that it will end with an almost unbearable aching between her legs.

When they dated in high school, they were only 15 years old. So sleeping with one another was out of the question. They kept dating until they were 16 and 17, but it still didn't feel right for them at that moment to take that step. Now that they are both adults and they want to take things a bit more seriously, Harry would like to finally take the next step in their relationship. Maybe tonight.

“Uhm- so behind you is my ensuite.” He points to the door behind her, gesturing at it with a little nod.

“Oh my.” Y/N's attention is immediately turned to the door when Harry mentions it. She slowly opens the door, stepping into the big room. It's modern and clean, and oh so spacious. There's a walk-in shower and a big tub next to it.

Harry just watches her in awe as she explores the bathroom. She almost seems mesmerised by his place and that makes his heart flutter. It's like she belongs in here and it is her house.

Y/N makes her way back to Harry with a dreamy look in her eyes. She wraps her arms around Harry's neck and pulls him close. She sighs. “Your home looks very lovely, Harry.”

“Not as lovely as you.” He blurts out in a weak attempt at flirting, but it comes off a bit nervous so he might have failed miserably.

“You're cheesy.” Y/N giggles. Harry tightens his grip on her waist and pulls her impossibly closer, flashing her a dimpled smile. Y/N leans in and lets her lips softly brush his in a very gentle kiss. Harry immediately melts into the kiss, tilting his head down to kiss her deeper, but she abruptly pulls away after only a second.

“I- uh- I'll go put my bag in this room, if that's okay?” She asks and Harry crooks his head to the side.

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Depends on what you're thinking.” She winks and pulls away from Harry.

“That you are going to stay over.” Harry flashes her a flirtatious smile.

“Exactly.” Y/N nods in agreement, a smug smile on her face and a glimpse of hope flashing in her eyes. “If that's still alright with you?”

“Of course, you don't have to ask.” Harry reassures, making her grin widely. He squeezes her hand for a second and then releases her hand, letting her step away and put her bag in the room.

Harry is beyond excited now, hoping for them to take their relationship to the next level. If they hadn't broken up back in high school, Harry might've even proposed by now. Yeah, he'd love to be married to her one day. But maybe it's too soon to be thinking about marriage, he remembers how it felt to be with her, back when they were only kids, hopelessly in love. He wants that back, now more than ever. ***

Y/N comes back downstairs to see that Harry is already making dinner. He greets her with a wide smile and places a soft peck on her lips.

“Mmh, what's that smell?” She asks curiously, leaning on the counter in the kitchen and watching Harry move around confidently.

“You, I reckon.” He smirks. Y/N lightly shakes her head, failing to hide her smile. “I'm making you pasta, love.”

“Mmmh, my favourite.”

“I know.” Harry smiles proudly.

Harry lets her know how she can pick a wine if she wants, and where she can find some glasses. She of course doesn't miss the obvious fact that Harry has planned everything ahead. That certainly turns her on.

They eat in a comfortable silence, their ankles playfully tangling with one another. Harry does the dishes while Y/N takes a second in the living room to scroll through her phone. As soon as the kitchen is clean, Harry joins her on the couch. He lifts her legs, placing them on his lap and letting her lean into his side.

“Charlie was a little upset to leave.” Harry says all of a sudden. Y/N chuckles, knowing just how clingy that four-year-old is to his dad. She finds that unbelievably adorable.

“Is he going to be mad at us?” She asks, not knowing how to proceed. She doesn't want the cute and innocent little boy to dislike her in any way.

“Us? No. Me? Maybe. I haven't told him about us yet, don't want him to tell the whole class and make it awkward for you at work.” Harry explains causing Y/N to smirk and nod, loving that he cares that much.

“So what does he think we are?” Y/N pries.

“I've told him you are my friend and that I like you a whole lot.” Harry tells her, making her smile.

“A whole lot, huh?” Y/N giggles and wiggles her eyebrows. Harry flashes her a cheeky smile and runs his fingers through her hair. “Sounds like you have a little crush.” She teases.

“Hmm, kinda do. Can't help it though.” Harry admits and leans into her, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Y/N squirms under his touch, silently letting him know that this is okay. Then, she dips her head slightly and closes her lips on his.

The kiss instantly deepens and Y/N quickly crawls into Harry's lap, getting a better angle to kiss him passionately. His hands rest on her hips and hold her in place as he slowly kisses his way down her neck. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in the touch and taste of Harry. God, he really does turn her on.

So far they hadn't had the opportunity to make out like this. It's all been dates outside of either of their homes and kisses over the console of his car or at her front door. Feeling her thighs on each side of him and her lips working his like it's her favourite pastime makes Harry understand how badly he wants this to work out.

She lets her arms drape around his neck as her mouth finds his again, this time kissing him hungrily. Her lips sloppily brush against his, her teeth leaving grazes against his already tender bottom lip. He's just as eager to make out with her as she is.

She eventually breaks away, though, just to reconnect with those green gems Harry calls his eyes. He gives her a warm smile and his thumbs run under her shirt.

“You are so beautiful, love. Always been.” Harry murmurs against her lips before going in for another kiss. The gesture takes her back to high school, them sharing kisses on her porch after he walked her home from school. Always ending with a tight hug and whispers that went something like this.

But she's not in high school anymore, and so are her urges. Now, she simply can't get enough of Harry, and by the feeling of a firm swelling in his pants, she knows he is affected as much as she. It's quite the ego boost.

Harry had spent many nights, imagining how his first time making love to her would go. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heat deliciously dripping, his name leaving her lips in a quivering cry when they both reach the peak of their pleasure. But he always kept the fantasy bundled up in his mind, he knew that it was too soon for that. Not anymore, though, because Y/N makes it very clear to him that she wants him.

“Harry.” She whimpers and rolls her hips into his. Her core grinds against his crotch and she swears she could make herself come from this. Just humping his bulge will be enough to have her reeling.

“I'm taking that as your consent, love.” Harry murmurs, pecking her lips. But she doesn't reply, she just hums in agreement. Enough for Harry to lift the two of them up, causing her to squeal slightly. He carries her upstairs and drops her on the bed.

It's happening.

Harry climbs on top of her, pressing her down with his weight. His lips crash back on hers and she accepts his passionate kisses with just the same amount of passion. She tumbles her hands around his neck, making sure he stays exactly where he is right now.

After a few minutes of more intense making out, Harry needs to come up for air. His chest is rising and falling and his hair is a hot mess, Y/N giggles teasingly, running her fingers through it to arrange it neatly.

“You're gorgeous.” Harry utters and places a delicate kiss on her jaw, Y/N lets out a shaky breath. Her heart soars when Harry compliments her. Her chin tilts towards him, their mouths closing in for more sucking and licking and biting and tugging. “But I'm dying to know how gorgeous you are underneath all this.”

She can't help the blood that rushes to her cheeks, and she can hardly breathe. Harry reaches down, lifting her shirt over her head. He wastes no time as soon as the fabric passes over her body. He's sucking the skin at her shoulder with eagerness.

“Fuck.” She curses as his teeth nip into her, his lips brushing it so faintly as soon as there's the red and purplish proof he's marked her. For a moment he feels guilty, thinking it's inappropriate, but he can't help but want this. He wants to become one with her and claim her as his own.

Harry gently kneads her breast with his hands, eliciting an erotic moan from her. Y/N isn't shy about her body. Her hand reaches to her back and she unclasps her bra, pulling it off and letting her boobs bounce freely. Harry gulps at the sight, they are just as magnificent as he had imagined them a few years back.

Harry kisses his way down her upper body and without a second thought, takes a nipple into his mouth. The man toys with it with his tongue, making Y/N's centre burn with desire. She hisses at the warmth of his mouth sucking and licking and nibbling. He then moves over to the other nipple, giving it equal attention before Y/N groans and speaks up.

“Fuck, I- I can't take it any longer, Harry.” Y/N whimpers, feeling her core starting to pulsate. She needs him there and she needs it now.

“Tell me what you want then, love.” Harry husks, his cock painfully straining in his trousers.

“Touch me. Eat me out, lick me clean. I don't care, but for fuck's sake-“ She heaves, her hands roaming down to the lining of Harry's trousers.

He doesn't need to be told twice, within a few seconds he is standing next to the bed, tugging off her trousers with her panties. Before quickly stripping down, he catches her eye looking longingly at the obvious erection in his boxers. She has been waiting for this to happen.

Y/N smiles as she observes him, he is so beautiful to her. His every flaw is precious. Y/N sees how his veins are straining underneath the thin layer of his skin as his fists clench around his bed sheets. How those plump pink lips are slightly parted, allowing his rapid, ragged breathing to escape.

Harry palms himself through his briefs, stroking his erection while keeping his eyes focused on the woman beneath him. With her lying on his bed in all her beauty, legs spread, his name on her parted lips. She is truly the epitome of sheer loveliness.

Harry kneels down at the side of the bed before he wraps his arms around her thighs to pull her closer to the edge. “You sure, baby?” He asks once more, although Y/N has been very clear with what she wants.

“Positive.” She mutters and in less than a second, Harry gently presses his lips against her folds. Kissing all around her pussy but never quite touching the most intimate parts. This drives her insane and her hands reach out to tangle in his curls, pulling him closer to her center. “Please.” She whimpers needily.

Harry doesn't make her wait, instead, he runs one finger through her folds before spreading them apart as his tongue prods over the heated skin. A loud grunt escapes his lips when he realises how sweet she tastes. It's everything he could've imagined and more. He then gets to work, flicking his tongue over her clit expertly, making Y/N buck her hips in appreciation. She pants, trying not to explode from pleasure at the feeling.

His free hand slides up to her lower stomach to hold her down and withhold her from squirming too much. Her juices are escaping from inside her, soiling his lips and chin and the duvet. Harry just can't get enough. His thumb scratches at her pelvis and as Y/N looks down, she sees him bobbing up and down eagerly, his eyes closed shut as he devours her. She hisses at the obscene sight.

“Ah- f-fuck!” Y/N stutters out, Harry now digging his fingers into her and slightly curling them inside her, hitting her g-spot and bringing her closer to her orgasm. “Harry!” She warns, her eyes practically rolling back at how he licks her, but that doesn't make him stop, no, he speeds up even.

His lips are locked on her clit, sucking as his fingertips massage her inner walls and let her slick seep out. She can't keep her legs still if she tries, her toes are curling and her thighs are shaking.

“Mmmh.” Harry moans lowly, tasting her juices as they keep flowing, signalling she won't last a second longer. “Come for me, darling.” He releases for a split second only to murmur those words, causing her body to respond with a shattering climax.

“Oh-ffu-Harry!” Y/N cries out as the burning knot inside her undoes and explodes. It's nothing like she's ever felt before, men never really seemed to know how to satisfy her, but Harry is all it takes for her to let go and forget about all the bad sex she ever had. She gasps loudly, riding out her orgasm as he keeps working her gently with his fingers and mouth. “Jesus fuck.”

Her legs fall to her sides. Harry comes up and wipes his mouth clean, chuckling at how Y/N is gasping for air. Her chest heaving as she does her best to try and breathe. “Good?” He hums and kisses her collarbone as he awaits a response.

“Too good.” She chokes out a laugh as soon as she can catch her breath again. She reaches down to caress his cheek, causing him to glance up. “Need a taste.” She huffs, as her hand goes down to his cock. Harry smirks and stops her. Gaining her attention with a quirked brow, indicating she doesn't understand.

“I desperately want to be inside of you, and I won't be able to last as long as I plan to if your puffy lips would work their magic on my cock right now.” He tells her bluntly, keeping his lust-filled gaze on her. And honestly, that might've just been the sexiest thing anyone has ever told her. She gives him a coy nod before he props himself up. He pushes his boxers down his legs and hovers over her.

Harry reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom while Y/N finally has her tiny fingers wrapped around Harry's erect and dripping cock. It's long and hard, the tip glistening and soft. Her hand runs down his shaft, paying close attention to the pattern of those prominent veins. His big hand reaches for her wrist.

“Hate to stop you, love, but you'll be the death of me.” Harry breathes as he slowly rolls the condom down his shaft. Y/N smiles adoringly, holding back laughter. Harry shakes his head amused, glad he brings that same childlike chuckle to Y/N's face that he used to adore when they were younger.

Then Y/N's face changes to surprise as Harry wraps his arms around her upper body to place her further on the bed, her head now resting on his soft pillows. Harry takes his position above her and cups her chin as he gently kisses her.

“Are you ready for me?” He asks. His cock now directly at her entrance, he holds it with his hand, teasing her.

“Yes, H. Please, yes.” She eagerly replies. So Harry presses a firm kiss on her mouth as he carefully pushes himself in. Just the tip before he pulls back again, teasing her incredibly slowly. Y/N groans in annoyance but lets him. Instead, she circles her arms around his neck and lets her fingertips draw nonsensical doodles on his scalp.

Her eyes shut when he finally thrusts himself forward, inserting his cock fully and feeling her pussy clenching around him. At first, he moves slowly, deliberately waiting for the satisfying burn to fade. His palms are pressed flat next to her shoulders as he secures his balance above her. She just can't keep her moans inside, not when he fucks her with all the love in the world.

“Fuck.” Harry grits, noticing how tight she is. Y/N keeps her eyes closed and lets him take control, simply doing what she feels is right, and that is responding to Harry's pace and needs. She finds solace in his sweet scent and she's sure she's addicted to it from now on.

As his hips rock, he slips his tongue into her mouth. Y/N's walls clench around him as his pace picks up. Her slick dripping out of her, coating their inner thighs as he slowly dips in and out.

“Give me your leg.” He says as he taps his fingers on her right thigh. Y/N obediently pulls her leg up and Harry positions himself a bit differently, the tip of his cock hammering against her cervix, reaching spots she didn't know could feel so good.

He places her leg on his shoulder and holds it in place with his arm wrapped around her knee. The newfound angle allows him to fuck her deeper and Harry can't hold himself back anymore. He slams into her, she moans in pleasure when he picks up the pace, making their sweaty bodies become one.

“G-goddamn, love.” He grunts, loving how they move as one. The muscles of his abdomen tense up under his skin with every hard thrust he delivers, he simply can't bear to slow down his movement. Harry continues to rut in and out, bringing both of them higher.

His left-hand reaches down, pressing down on her pubic bone for extra stimulation as his thumb finds her clit. Harry then knows he won't last long. Feeling her pussy already milking his cock, he knows she is close too.

Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the butterflies in her stomach building up again as Harry hits her G-spot every time he slams back into her.

“H-Harry- shit.” Y/N pants rapidly. She can feel how her juices are dripping from her and covering Harry's dick, definitely creating a wet spot underneath her bum on the duvet. She rolls her eyes back. She can't hold out for much longer.

“Nghh, yeah? Come for me, again, baby.” Harry groans as his pace starts to get sloppy. Y/N loves how his brows furrow and his jaw tightens up every time he pushes in.

“Aah- I'm-“ She starts and her walls clench around him, squeezing his hard cock inside her as she comes. The sensation is too much for Harry to bear. His hot liquid explodes into the rubber as her warm pussy milks him.

“Mmph.” Harry moans and with the last bit of power in his limp body, he slowly rocks back and forth to ride out their orgasms until they both collapse, tired and sweating messes.

“God, I can't believe that just happened.” Y/N puffs as they lie next to each other for a few moments. Harry hums, rolling to her side and pulling out of her in the process. Y/N catches his glance, seeing how his green eyes look like they shine even in the dark, love and affection radiating from them.

“I finally had sex with the girl of my dreams.” He murmurs, scooting a bit closer as Y/N feels him reach to her hand to twine their fingers together. She giggles at his sweetness before opening her mouth to speak.

“I now understand why you didn't want Charlie here today.” She remarks, earning a playful look from Harry. She brings her fingers up to brush the hair off his forehead. “I love you.” Y/N suddenly utters, surprising herself. “I mean it.”

“I love you too.” Harry says without a second thought before placing his wet lips on hers. It's not like they hadn't said I love you to each other when they were younger, but adult I love you's are different, stronger, more meaningful. Y/N grins, nudging her nose against his cheek and pecking his lips.

“We should do something about the stickiness, shouldn't we?” Harry says running his finger on the inside of her thigh. Y/N chuckles as she nods her head in agreement, slightly ashamed but just couldn't care less right now. She's happy, Harry's happy and that's all that matters.

Harry picks her up from the bed again, gaining another squeal as he carries her to the bathroom. They hop in the shower and their touches remain gentle. Just soft kisses and long glances. Once they're all washed up, they slide back between the sheets in an after-sex, shower-fresh bliss.

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I do like to add tho, me and my friends (classmates from the training) followed him on Instagram at the same time when we were following the program. But I’m the only one who he followed back 🥹 He even slid into my DMs to wish me a happy birthday two weeks ago and I’m still not fucking over it.

Congratulations for that birthday wishhh!! Nd yess I did read unholy one shot(it's my fav)!!!

But like he also has a crush on you like by the way he talks nd his vibes around you??

Omg yes, my friends say so too. Ugh, the things I wanna do to that man but then again also not.. But also, I kinda do LOL

HE CONFUSES ME OK

I like his attention ._.

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Harry knows what he wants, he knows what she wants and damn he is good at delivering 🥵🤯

Tangled Hearts | Chapter 12*

Summary: Y/N finds Harry with an unknown woman in a coffee shop and is convinced he's on a date. Her jealousy makes her ignore him for a week before they finally make up.

Pairing: bfd!harry x reader

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings: Age gap, BFD, angst?, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving).

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Monday rolls around, Y/N has been back home since Friday night and she took off all weekend to relax. She kept thinking about Harry and their mindblowing phonesex, he was dominating her and she was loving every second of it.

Today she has some meetings to finalise the selections and she has to edit all the photos that make the cut. It is a big step in her career so she wants everything to be perfect.

Walking into a coffee shop on her way to the meeting, she orders her drink and waits for the barista to make it. She is standing by the counter as she is deep in her thoughts, a familiar voice brings her back. Harry is sitting at a table at the far end of the coffee shop with a woman she has never seen before. They are laughing and she places her hand on his chest, they look very friendly. Y/N feels her stomach drop and the air is knocked out of her, she cannot believe the sight in front of her.

When Y/N's name is called by the barista, Harry's gaze shoots up and meets hers, a smile appearing on his face. She grabs her cup and turns to walk away when she hears Harry's voice.

"Y/N wait!" He calls, the other woman giving her a friendly smile. Harry walks towards her and Y/N feels like she has seen a ghost, he was with a woman, a beautiful woman and she felt like crying.

“Hi.” Harry says with a smile.

“Hi.” Y/N mumbles back, wanting nothing more than to run away from there.

“I've been thinking about you. It's so good to see you again.” He says.

“You too.”

“What are you up to? Have any plans today?” Harry asks, his smile never faltering.

“Actually I do. I have a meeting right now, I need to get going.” She answers before she rushes out of the coffee shop and starts walking down the street.

She feels tears stinging her eyes and her heartaches, her chest feels heavy and she can't help but feel a little betrayed. She doesn't even know why, he owes her nothing, they aren't a thing, not officially at least.

Harry doesn't know what just happened, he looks around and sees the woman, a business associate, he was having lunch with looking confused, he gives her a little shrug and goes to the bathroom. He is standing in the bathroom and he is feeling so many things at the same time. He is excited to have seen her, but at the same time he feels something is off, did she look like she was going to cry? He wonders.

He walks back out and sees Y/N's coffee on the counter, he pays for it and walks back to the table where his colleague is waiting.

“Sorry about that.” He says and she looks confused.

“It's alright. You're in love, it happens.” She says with a laugh and takes a sip of her coffee. Harry freezes and stares at her.

“What?” He asks and she raises an eyebrow.

“You are not denying it.”

“Well no.” He says with a soft smile.

“Oh, honey. Who is she?” The woman asks and Harry shakes his head.

“You don't know her. It's... Complicated.”

“Love always is.” She says and takes another sip of her coffee. Harry doesn't argue with that, because he knows she is right, but the way Y/N acted has him a little concerned.

After Harry and the woman part ways, he tries calling her a few times but it goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text asking if she is alright.

Y/N is sitting in her car after her meeting, she is still in the parking lot, her phone buzzes and she sees it's a message from Harry. She doesn't even open it, she has no desire to read what he has to say, so she locks her phone and drives back to her apartment to finish editing the photos for the shoot.

She gets comfy and decides to call it an early night, the emotional stress taking a toll on her body. When she wakes up the next morning, she checks her phone and sees a few more missed calls and messages from Harry, he is asking if she is okay, asking what is wrong.

She doesn't respond, she can't. She knows it's selfish but she doesn't want him to see her this way, she is a mess. Her whole world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours and she had no idea how to fix it, how to deal with it.

The following day Harry calls again, he leaves her a voicemail asking her to call him back. The day after that, he sends a message telling her he is worried about her. Harry has been thinking about her all week, his heart aches and he is so confused. He has no idea why she was acting like this, why she didn't answer his calls, but he has to know.

He is contemplating whether or not to ask Olivia about Y/N, she must know if she's okay. Although, maybe not since she probably didn't want to talk about him with his daughter.

When Olivia calls her, it's Friday afternoon. Y/N is at home, she has been in bed for most of the day, not having the energy to get up. She knows she is overreacting, it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurts.

Her phone rings and she picks it up without looking at who it is.

“Hello?” She asks and clears her throat.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Olivia's voice comes through and she swallows hard.

“Yeah.” She lies, trying to sound like her usual self.

“I haven't heard from you all week.” She says and Y/N sighs.

“I'm sorry. I've been busy.”

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Olivia asks again.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She says and doesn't push. “So, I was wondering, do you wanna come over for a movie night, tonight?” Olivia asks and Y/N sits up.

“Tonight?” She answers, running into Harry wasn't on her agenda for today but she knows she can't avoid him forever.

“Yeah. We can watch something funny and just relax. Dad will cook, and we can order dessert. What do you think?”

“Um, sure. Okay.” Y/N says, agreeing against her better judgement.

“Awesome! Is 7 o'clock okay?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright, see you later.”

“See you.”

She hangs up and falls back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.

That evening, she drives to Harry's place and she sits in her car, taking a few deep breaths before she makes her way inside. Olivia opens the door and throws her arms around Y/N.

“Hi! I'm so happy you're here!”

“Me too. Thanks for the invite.”

“Of course. I've missed you. Come in, Dad is in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Y/N says and follows Olivia inside, she can smell the delicious food already and her mouth waters. She hasn't eaten anything the entire day and Harry's food is amazing, she thinks and she feels herself craving him too, but pushes it down.

Harry hears the front door open and close, he walks out of the kitchen and smiles when he sees Y/N, she is looking amazing. She has put a little effort into her outfit and she looks good, so good.

“Hey.” He says and steps closer to her.

“Hi.” Y/N says with a slight smile on her face and her heart is beating fast.

“How are you?” He asks, reaching out his hand and pulling her towards him. He wraps his arms around her and Y/N hugs him back, not trying to be suspicious as this is how they always greet each other.

“Good.” She says and pulls back a little, staring into his eyes.

Harry goes back into the kitchen and she walks over to Olivia who is setting up the movie, they sit on the sofa and chat about everything and nothing. Olivia updates her on her relationship with Timmy and Y/N fills her in on all the details she left out about her week in London.

When the food is ready, Harry carries all the dishes over to the living room and they have dinner while watching the movie. After eating, Harry cleans the dishes and leaves the girls to finish the movie. He makes some tea and then walks out of the living room and towards his bedroom, he wants the two of them to have some alone time too.

Y/N finishes the movie and Olivia suggests another one.

“Sure. Why not.” She says with a laugh and they continue watching. When the movie is done, Olivia turns off the TV and faces her.

“What is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know something is wrong. You can tell me, we're friends.”

“I know.” Y/N says with a sigh.

“Then tell me, what is it?”

“It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.” She answers and Olivia sighs.

“Okay, just know you can always talk to me.” Olivia says as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. “I'll be right back.” She says before shutting the door.

Y/N lets out a frustrated groan and runs her hands through her hair, she cannot tell her. She cannot tell her what's going on, what's wrong.

Harry hears the sound of the bathroom door and hopes it's Olivia who left the room. He walks out to see Y/N sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair. He quietly makes his way over and sits down on the sofa across from her.

“Y/N.” He says to make her look up and see him sitting in front of her, his gaze locked on her.

“Harry.” She breathes and his heart jumps at the sound of her saying his name.

“What's going on? Please tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?” He asks, his eyes full of worry and he reaches out and takes her hand.

“No. No, of course not.” She says and squeezes his hand.

“Then why do you avoid me? Why did you ignore me for a week?” He asks and scoots closer but their conversation is cut short by the sound of Olivia returning.

“Sorry, had to pee.” She says and laughs a little, taking a seat next to Y/N and leaning against her side. “Now what should we watch?”

Harry gets up to leave the room again as Olivia flips through the channels, looking for a movie, a series, or a show. When she finds a channel playing a movie, she puts down the remote and leans back, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.

They're watching the movie and halfway through it, Olivia sits up and turns to Y/N.

“I think we need ice cream. You stay here, I'll be right back.” She says and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. A loud ping resonates from her phone, she picks it up and reads the text, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

Harry That woman, I was having a coffee with earlier this week, is a business associate.

Y/N decides to ignore his message and lock her phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of her. When Olivia returns with the ice cream, they continue watching the movie and eating their dessert. Both of them enjoy spoonfuls of the frozen treat and Y/N keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to look at her phone. But when her ringtone goes off, she picks up the device and quickly accepts the call when she sees his name on her screen as she doesn't want Olivia to see.

“Good evening, this is not really great timing if I'm being honest.” Y/N says in the microphone trying to come off as if some random business was calling her.

“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk to you.”

“I am hanging out with my friend tonight. Can I call you back later?” She asks rolling her eyes to show Olivia that it was, indeed, a work-related call.

“Are you staying the night with Oli?”

“No.”

“Can I bring you home when you want to go?”

“No, I'm sorry.”

“Will you text me?”

“I can do that. But I really gotta go now. Thank you for calling me.” Y/N answers keeping up her act before she hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into her pocket.

“I swear to god, those people just can't take a hint, can they?” She says and laughs hoping Olivia bought her excuse.

“No, they sure can't. Now, let's keep eating, I'm hungry.”

Harry sighs as the phone call ends and he runs his fingers through his hair. He knows he should let her enjoy her night with his daughter, but he simply has to take advantage of the situation. He knows she wouldn't have been able to ignore him like this. He decides to leave it alone for now and he'll hopefully talk to her when she gets home.

As the movie is coming to an end, Y/N notices Olivia has fallen asleep. She nudges her gently, trying to wake her up but she doesn't budge. Y/N stands up, turns off the TV and starts collecting their bowls and spoons, putting them in the dishwasher.

When she walks back towards Olivia, grabs a blanket from the shelf and lays it over her, smiling at how peaceful and cute she looks. Y/N walks towards the door, but before she leaves the room, she sees Harry walking into the room and she gestures towards Olivia.

“I guess I'll go.” She whispers.

“You don't have to. You can stay.”

“No, it's alright.” She says, trying to convince herself more than him.

“Call me, will you?” He asks and takes a step closer, his eyes full of love.

“Yeah. I will.”

“Drive safe.”

“Always.” She says and gives him a soft smile.

They walk out together and when Harry closes the front door, he feels the need to run after her and bring her back. But he doesn't, he waits until he hears the engine start before he walks to the living room, taking a seat next to his daughter and running his fingers through her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face.

When Y/N walks into her apartment, she feels exhausted and emotionally drained. She gets ready for bed and texts Harry, telling him she got home safely. He texts back right away and she smiles, reading his message.

Harry Good.

Y/N doesn't wait any second longer before she calls him, his voice comes through the phone and it sounds so familiar and soothing, she feels calm just from hearing his voice.

“Hello, love.”

“Hey. Sorry about tonight.” She says and Harry smiles.

“No worries. Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to get right into the topic.

“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you. Well, I did but-.”

“I figured it had something to do with the woman at the coffee shop.” Harry says but Y/N stays silent. “Like I said, she's a business associate and nothing more. We were having a conversation about, well I could explain but that's boring work stuff, really.”

“Oh.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Don't lie.” He says with a little laugh and Y/N sighs.

“Okay, maybe I did assume things.”

“What did you assume, hm?” He asks and his voice drops an octave lower, making her insides tingle.

“I don't know.”

“Come on, tell me.” He encourages and Y/N bites her bottom lip.

“I saw her being a little too touchy, so I thought…”

“You thought what, love?”

“I thought you were on a date.” She finally admits and Harry's heart is racing. Something in him shifts, and he is not sure what it is but he feels a new feeling. A sense of pride.

“Is my baby jealous?” He asks, wanting her to say the words, and he is met with silence. “Say it, love.” He coaxes.

“No, I-.”

“That's it, I'm coming over.”

“What? No, Harry-.”

“Too late, I'm already in the car. I'll see you soon.”

“No, wait. Harry, it's-.”

“I'll be there in ten.” He says and the line goes dead.

Y/N can't believe what just happened. He is coming over and she is not sure if that's a good idea, it's the middle of the night. But she cannot help the excitement she is feeling and when he texts her to let her know he is downstairs, she opens the door for him.

He walks into the building and takes the elevator up, when he gets to her floor, he sees the door open and she is standing there, a smile on her face. He walks inside and as the door closes, he grabs her by the waist and brings her close, their lips crashing together.

“Mhm, wait. Wait.” Y/N mumbles against his mouth and pulls back, looking up at him. “This isn't right.” She says and Harry furrows his eyebrows.

“What? Why?”

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

“Why not?” He asks, his fingers still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“I... because.”

“Because what? Tell me why, tell me why this isn't right, hm?” He asks, and brings her even closer, his hands gently resting on her lower back.

“It's just-.”

“Is this because I'm older? Is this because you feel like I'm taking advantage of you?”

“No. That's not-.”

“Because you know, that's not true. You're an adult, and so am I.”

“Harry.”

“Y/N, please. Just tell me. If you don't want me, you have to tell me. Because I've been dying to touch you all night, all week. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me, I have to know.” He says, his eyes locking with hers.

“I do.”

"You do what?"

“I do want you. I do want this.” She admits, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.

“Good. Me too. Come here.” He says, bringing his mouth down to hers. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and his hand cups her cheek, caressing her soft skin. When they part, they're both breathing heavily, and he looks into her eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I missed you. And your kisses.” He says and brings his lips down to hers, pecking her gently.

“Harry.” She moans softly.

“Mhm?” He mumbles and his lips travel down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.

“Take me to bed.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” She answers and wraps her arms around his neck. He lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist, and he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, their mouths connect once again. His tongue glides against hers, and his hand travels down her body and under her shirt, finding its way to her breast.

“Off.” She mumbles, pulling at his shirt, and Harry sits up, taking it off. His torso is fully exposed and Y/N can't take her eyes off him. She bites her bottom lip and brings her hand up, resting her palm on his chest. She can feel his heart beating, his skin is soft and warm, and her fingers slowly travel lower and lower. When they reach the hem of his sweats, he stops her.

“No.” He says and brings her hand up, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Tonight is about you.” He says and brings his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His fingers play with the hem of her top, and when Y/N raises her upper body, he lifts the material up and over her head. Her bare skin is on display and Harry can't help but moan at the sight. Of course, she isn't wearing a bra as she was already comfortably in bed before he arrived.

He leans down, his mouth attaches to her breast and he sucks on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Her hips buck up and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed and a quiet moan escapes her lips.

“So sensitive.” He says and pinches her other nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her.

“Harry.”

“Yes, love. I'm here. Tell me, what do you want?” He asks, his hot breath hitting her chest.

“Touch me.” She says and her eyes meet his.

“Where?” He asks, his tone deep and husky.

“Please.”

“I'm not doing anything until you tell me, love.” He says and places a wet kiss on her chest.

“Down.”

“Down?”

“Lower.”

“Here?” He asks and presses his lips to her sternum.

“No.”

“Hm?”

“You know where.”

“Here?” He asks and moves down to her stomach, kissing her softly.

“No.”

“Come on, love. Where do you want my mouth?”

“God, just fuck me.” She breathes and Harry's head shoots up, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Language, baby.”

“Shut up and make me come.” She says, her eyes are filled with desire, her lips parted.

“That can be arranged.” He says and moves down her body, stopping at the hem of her pyjama bottoms. He takes hold of the waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs. He tosses them aside and spreads her legs apart, settling between them.

“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He asks and runs a finger through her slit.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, you're dripping.” He says and licks her juices from his finger, his eyes closing at the sweet taste. His head disappears between her thighs and his hands take hold of her thighs, keeping her legs apart. His mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, and when he reaches her heat, he doesn't wait any longer. His tongue delves between her folds and his hands push her thighs wider, spreading her legs further. His tongue dips inside her entrance, licking and lapping up her juices. Her back arches and her hips roll against his mouth. He brings one of his hands up and pushes her hips down, stilling her movements. He brings his tongue up and flicks it against her clit, making her shiver.

“Harry. Yes, right there.” She moans and her eyes squeeze shut.

He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Her legs tremble and her breathing is shallow.

“You like that, baby? Hm? Do you like my tongue on your pretty little cunt?”

“God, yes.” She breathes, her chest heaving and her body squirming under his touch.

“Mhm, you're so delicious.” He mumbles and his mouth travels lower, his tongue licking through her wetness. He teases her entrance, dipping his tongue inside, before moving up and wrapping his lips around her clit. His mouth is relentless and he doesn't stop his assault on her heat until her thighs squeeze around his head, her fingers pulling at his hair, her breathing laboured and her hips moving up and down.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, don't stop.” She moans, her eyes are tightly shut, her head pressed back into the pillow.

He moves his tongue faster, lapping up her juices and his finger travels lower. He dips it inside her entrance and thrusts his finger inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. Her walls tighten around his finger, and when he adds a second, she's a writhing mess.

“Harry, fuck. Yes.” She breathes, and when his fingers curl and hit the right spot, her orgasm washes over her and she lets out a long, throaty moan.

“Yes, that's it. Let go, baby. Let me taste you.” He says and his tongue swipes up her juices. He sucks her clit into his mouth, helping her ride out her high, her back arching and her eyes closing.

“Mhm, oh god.”

“Good girl.” He praises and gives her a few final kitten licks before he crawls back up and hovers above her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and when her eyes open, Harry's gaze locks with hers. His eyes are filled with lust, his lips glistening with her juices.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He whispers and connects their mouths in a hungry kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on his tongue and her hands come up, cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss. When they pull away, their foreheads rest together, their breathing heavy.

“You're incredible.” Harry mumbles and his lips move down her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline.

“You are.”

“Let's get some sleep, hm? It's late.” He says and rolls over, pulling her against his chest.

“Don't you want me to-?” She says as she moves her hand down, palming him through his sweats.

“Not tonight, love. You need some sleep.”

“But-.” She’s not used to her partner not wanting anything in return.

“Shh. Go to sleep.” He says and rubs her back soothingly.

“Okay.” She says and wraps her arm around his torso, her head rests on his chest.

“Goodnight, love.”

“Night.” She whispers and within seconds she is fast asleep.

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He has a long-term girlfriend and I mean, nothing is going to happen, I don't want anything to happen. I'm a married woman for god sake but yeah, a lil crush never harmed no one right?

Really a lil crush would never harm any one!!! Nd no pressure at all for telling where you work bestie but pleasee keep updating about it!!🤭

I honestly don’t think there will be a lot of updates.

If you read unholy, that’s kind of the situation I was in last year when I followed a training program at headquarters and he was the one teaching it. Because of the distance they let us all stay in a hotel and because he lives even further away from headquarters, he also stayed at the hotel.

Nothing happened ofc, just the conversation bits of the one shot and him literally sleeping two rooms over causing my imagination to run wild.

But after 10 weeks of that program, it was done and I didn’t see him until a few weeks later when we had a training event. That event was half a year ago, so that was the last time I saw him before he hopped around the store I work at.. 🤯 This chance meeting was unplanned and surprising and all the best omfg.

But yeah, he works at a completely different department of the company I work for. Causing us to basically never see each other. So idk when we’ll see each other again…

I do like to add tho, me and my friends (classmates from the training) followed him on Instagram at the same time when we were following the program. But I’m the only one who he followed back 🥹 He even slid into my DMs to wish me a happy birthday two weeks ago and I’m still not fucking over it.

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I added it to my goodreads today!! I heard so many good things about it omg

Do you ever finish a book and it's so good you just stare at the wall?

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Heartless by Elsie Silver yes.

Do you ever finish a book and it's so good you just stare at the wall?

#wear the hat ride the cowboy

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I might have secretly made a voice recording of when I knew he was walking around the store and was gonna see me again. Because I just wanted to hear that pretty fucking voice over and over again.

Ahhh bestie has a crush!!!!! Tell me moree please like is he married or not?? Sorry for being greedy but where u work at??

He has a long-term girlfriend and I mean, nothing is going to happen, I don't want anything to happen. I'm a married woman for god sake but yeah, a lil crush never harmed no one right?

I work at a store.. Where we.. Sell stuff I suppose. Lol. Like I said, I feel lowkey anxious talking about this whole subject because who knows my colleagues will read this (probably not) but lets just keep it vague. Although I feel like unholy is very much not vague if my colleagues would read it lmaoooo

I do like talking about him tho, so so much lmao

#ask #anonymous #crush #fuck

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I will never tell any book girly to stop buying books because we all know we can't. Stop fooling yourself and enjoy the books lol

someone tell me to stop buying books before finishing others

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Goodmorning, I feel like my mutuals really are my besties

#loveya

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Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

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Some days, today being one of them, make me miss my ex bestie. Friendship break ups are soooo underrated. They feel way more devastating that relationship break ups like fuck

Wish I could just text him right now because I know he would just feed into my obsessions in the best possible way but fuck texting him after he randomly started ignoring me over a year ago.. I guess his first boyfriend was more important than his bestie.. 😅

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This baby has been updated as well, honestly long overdue.

Welcome to the masterpost of Tangled Hearts. Here you can find all the chapters that are currently posted. This list will be updated throughout the entire series. If you wanna be added to the taglist, please send me a message! 🥰

Summary: Y/N recently returned to her hometown of Manchester after living on the opposite side of the country. She spent her university years in Falmouth and then resided in London for a few years. Upon her return, she was delighted to reconnect with her best friend Olivia, who happens to be the daughter of the well-known CEO, Harry Styles who had become a father at a young age. Y/N had always been aware of Harry's charm, but she was taken aback by the noticeable shift in their dynamic upon their reunion. Immerse yourself in this story and witness the unexpected love story of two people whose destinies were never meant to align. TW: DBF, age gap, smut.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5*

Chapter 6*

Chapter 7

Chapter 8*

Chapter 9

Chapter 10*

Chapter 11*

Chapter 12*

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Tangled Hearts | Chapter 12*

Summary: Y/N finds Harry with an unknown woman in a coffee shop and is convinced he's on a date. Her jealousy makes her ignore him for a week before they finally make up.

Pairing: bfd!harry x reader

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings: Age gap, BFD, angst?, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving).

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Monday rolls around, Y/N has been back home since Friday night and she took off all weekend to relax. She kept thinking about Harry and their mindblowing phonesex, he was dominating her and she was loving every second of it.

Today she has some meetings to finalise the selections and she has to edit all the photos that make the cut. It is a big step in her career so she wants everything to be perfect.

Walking into a coffee shop on her way to the meeting, she orders her drink and waits for the barista to make it. She is standing by the counter as she is deep in her thoughts, a familiar voice brings her back. Harry is sitting at a table at the far end of the coffee shop with a woman she has never seen before. They are laughing and she places her hand on his chest, they look very friendly. Y/N feels her stomach drop and the air is knocked out of her, she cannot believe the sight in front of her.

When Y/N's name is called by the barista, Harry's gaze shoots up and meets hers, a smile appearing on his face. She grabs her cup and turns to walk away when she hears Harry's voice.

"Y/N wait!" He calls, the other woman giving her a friendly smile. Harry walks towards her and Y/N feels like she has seen a ghost, he was with a woman, a beautiful woman and she felt like crying.

“Hi.” Harry says with a smile.

“Hi.” Y/N mumbles back, wanting nothing more than to run away from there.

“I've been thinking about you. It's so good to see you again.” He says.

“You too.”

“What are you up to? Have any plans today?” Harry asks, his smile never faltering.

“Actually I do. I have a meeting right now, I need to get going.” She answers before she rushes out of the coffee shop and starts walking down the street.

She feels tears stinging her eyes and her heartaches, her chest feels heavy and she can't help but feel a little betrayed. She doesn't even know why, he owes her nothing, they aren't a thing, not officially at least.

Harry doesn't know what just happened, he looks around and sees the woman, a business associate, he was having lunch with looking confused, he gives her a little shrug and goes to the bathroom. He is standing in the bathroom and he is feeling so many things at the same time. He is excited to have seen her, but at the same time he feels something is off, did she look like she was going to cry? He wonders.

He walks back out and sees Y/N's coffee on the counter, he pays for it and walks back to the table where his colleague is waiting.

“Sorry about that.” He says and she looks confused.

“It's alright. You're in love, it happens.” She says with a laugh and takes a sip of her coffee. Harry freezes and stares at her.

“What?” He asks and she raises an eyebrow.

“You are not denying it.”

“Well no.” He says with a soft smile.

“Oh, honey. Who is she?” The woman asks and Harry shakes his head.

“You don't know her. It's... Complicated.”

“Love always is.” She says and takes another sip of her coffee. Harry doesn't argue with that, because he knows she is right, but the way Y/N acted has him a little concerned.

After Harry and the woman part ways, he tries calling her a few times but it goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text asking if she is alright.

Y/N is sitting in her car after her meeting, she is still in the parking lot, her phone buzzes and she sees it's a message from Harry. She doesn't even open it, she has no desire to read what he has to say, so she locks her phone and drives back to her apartment to finish editing the photos for the shoot.

She gets comfy and decides to call it an early night, the emotional stress taking a toll on her body. When she wakes up the next morning, she checks her phone and sees a few more missed calls and messages from Harry, he is asking if she is okay, asking what is wrong.

She doesn't respond, she can't. She knows it's selfish but she doesn't want him to see her this way, she is a mess. Her whole world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours and she had no idea how to fix it, how to deal with it.

The following day Harry calls again, he leaves her a voicemail asking her to call him back. The day after that, he sends a message telling her he is worried about her. Harry has been thinking about her all week, his heart aches and he is so confused. He has no idea why she was acting like this, why she didn't answer his calls, but he has to know.

He is contemplating whether or not to ask Olivia about Y/N, she must know if she's okay. Although, maybe not since she probably didn't want to talk about him with his daughter.

When Olivia calls her, it's Friday afternoon. Y/N is at home, she has been in bed for most of the day, not having the energy to get up. She knows she is overreacting, it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurts.

Her phone rings and she picks it up without looking at who it is.

“Hello?” She asks and clears her throat.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Olivia's voice comes through and she swallows hard.

“Yeah.” She lies, trying to sound like her usual self.

“I haven't heard from you all week.” She says and Y/N sighs.

“I'm sorry. I've been busy.”

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Olivia asks again.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She says and doesn't push. “So, I was wondering, do you wanna come over for a movie night, tonight?” Olivia asks and Y/N sits up.

“Tonight?” She answers, running into Harry wasn't on her agenda for today but she knows she can't avoid him forever.

“Yeah. We can watch something funny and just relax. Dad will cook, and we can order dessert. What do you think?”

“Um, sure. Okay.” Y/N says, agreeing against her better judgement.

“Awesome! Is 7 o'clock okay?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright, see you later.”

“See you.”

She hangs up and falls back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.

That evening, she drives to Harry's place and she sits in her car, taking a few deep breaths before she makes her way inside. Olivia opens the door and throws her arms around Y/N.

“Hi! I'm so happy you're here!”

“Me too. Thanks for the invite.”

“Of course. I've missed you. Come in, Dad is in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Y/N says and follows Olivia inside, she can smell the delicious food already and her mouth waters. She hasn't eaten anything the entire day and Harry's food is amazing, she thinks and she feels herself craving him too, but pushes it down.

Harry hears the front door open and close, he walks out of the kitchen and smiles when he sees Y/N, she is looking amazing. She has put a little effort into her outfit and she looks good, so good.

“Hey.” He says and steps closer to her.

“Hi.” Y/N says with a slight smile on her face and her heart is beating fast.

“How are you?” He asks, reaching out his hand and pulling her towards him. He wraps his arms around her and Y/N hugs him back, not trying to be suspicious as this is how they always greet each other.

“Good.” She says and pulls back a little, staring into his eyes.

Harry goes back into the kitchen and she walks over to Olivia who is setting up the movie, they sit on the sofa and chat about everything and nothing. Olivia updates her on her relationship with Timmy and Y/N fills her in on all the details she left out about her week in London.

When the food is ready, Harry carries all the dishes over to the living room and they have dinner while watching the movie. After eating, Harry cleans the dishes and leaves the girls to finish the movie. He makes some tea and then walks out of the living room and towards his bedroom, he wants the two of them to have some alone time too.

Y/N finishes the movie and Olivia suggests another one.

“Sure. Why not.” She says with a laugh and they continue watching. When the movie is done, Olivia turns off the TV and faces her.

“What is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know something is wrong. You can tell me, we're friends.”

“I know.” Y/N says with a sigh.

“Then tell me, what is it?”

“It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.” She answers and Olivia sighs.

“Okay, just know you can always talk to me.” Olivia says as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. “I'll be right back.” She says before shutting the door.

Y/N lets out a frustrated groan and runs her hands through her hair, she cannot tell her. She cannot tell her what's going on, what's wrong.

Harry hears the sound of the bathroom door and hopes it's Olivia who left the room. He walks out to see Y/N sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair. He quietly makes his way over and sits down on the sofa across from her.

“Y/N.” He says to make her look up and see him sitting in front of her, his gaze locked on her.

“Harry.” She breathes and his heart jumps at the sound of her saying his name.

“What's going on? Please tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?” He asks, his eyes full of worry and he reaches out and takes her hand.

“No. No, of course not.” She says and squeezes his hand.

“Then why do you avoid me? Why did you ignore me for a week?” He asks and scoots closer but their conversation is cut short by the sound of Olivia returning.

“Sorry, had to pee.” She says and laughs a little, taking a seat next to Y/N and leaning against her side. “Now what should we watch?”

Harry gets up to leave the room again as Olivia flips through the channels, looking for a movie, a series, or a show. When she finds a channel playing a movie, she puts down the remote and leans back, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.

They're watching the movie and halfway through it, Olivia sits up and turns to Y/N.

“I think we need ice cream. You stay here, I'll be right back.” She says and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. A loud ping resonates from her phone, she picks it up and reads the text, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

Harry That woman, I was having a coffee with earlier this week, is a business associate.

Y/N decides to ignore his message and lock her phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of her. When Olivia returns with the ice cream, they continue watching the movie and eating their dessert. Both of them enjoy spoonfuls of the frozen treat and Y/N keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to look at her phone. But when her ringtone goes off, she picks up the device and quickly accepts the call when she sees his name on her screen as she doesn't want Olivia to see.

“Good evening, this is not really great timing if I'm being honest.” Y/N says in the microphone trying to come off as if some random business was calling her.

“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk to you.”

“I am hanging out with my friend tonight. Can I call you back later?” She asks rolling her eyes to show Olivia that it was, indeed, a work-related call.

“Are you staying the night with Oli?”

“No.”

“Can I bring you home when you want to go?”

“No, I'm sorry.”

“Will you text me?”

“I can do that. But I really gotta go now. Thank you for calling me.” Y/N answers keeping up her act before she hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into her pocket.

“I swear to god, those people just can't take a hint, can they?” She says and laughs hoping Olivia bought her excuse.

“No, they sure can't. Now, let's keep eating, I'm hungry.”

Harry sighs as the phone call ends and he runs his fingers through his hair. He knows he should let her enjoy her night with his daughter, but he simply has to take advantage of the situation. He knows she wouldn't have been able to ignore him like this. He decides to leave it alone for now and he'll hopefully talk to her when she gets home.

As the movie is coming to an end, Y/N notices Olivia has fallen asleep. She nudges her gently, trying to wake her up but she doesn't budge. Y/N stands up, turns off the TV and starts collecting their bowls and spoons, putting them in the dishwasher.

When she walks back towards Olivia, grabs a blanket from the shelf and lays it over her, smiling at how peaceful and cute she looks. Y/N walks towards the door, but before she leaves the room, she sees Harry walking into the room and she gestures towards Olivia.

“I guess I'll go.” She whispers.

“You don't have to. You can stay.”

“No, it's alright.” She says, trying to convince herself more than him.

“Call me, will you?” He asks and takes a step closer, his eyes full of love.

“Yeah. I will.”

“Drive safe.”

“Always.” She says and gives him a soft smile.

They walk out together and when Harry closes the front door, he feels the need to run after her and bring her back. But he doesn't, he waits until he hears the engine start before he walks to the living room, taking a seat next to his daughter and running his fingers through her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face.

When Y/N walks into her apartment, she feels exhausted and emotionally drained. She gets ready for bed and texts Harry, telling him she got home safely. He texts back right away and she smiles, reading his message.

Harry Good.

Y/N doesn't wait any second longer before she calls him, his voice comes through the phone and it sounds so familiar and soothing, she feels calm just from hearing his voice.

“Hello, love.”

“Hey. Sorry about tonight.” She says and Harry smiles.

“No worries. Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to get right into the topic.

“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you. Well, I did but-.”

“I figured it had something to do with the woman at the coffee shop.” Harry says but Y/N stays silent. “Like I said, she's a business associate and nothing more. We were having a conversation about, well I could explain but that's boring work stuff, really.”

“Oh.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Don't lie.” He says with a little laugh and Y/N sighs.

“Okay, maybe I did assume things.”

“What did you assume, hm?” He asks and his voice drops an octave lower, making her insides tingle.

“I don't know.”

“Come on, tell me.” He encourages and Y/N bites her bottom lip.

“I saw her being a little too touchy, so I thought…”

“You thought what, love?”

“I thought you were on a date.” She finally admits and Harry's heart is racing. Something in him shifts, and he is not sure what it is but he feels a new feeling. A sense of pride.

“Is my baby jealous?” He asks, wanting her to say the words, and he is met with silence. “Say it, love.” He coaxes.

“No, I-.”

“That's it, I'm coming over.”

“What? No, Harry-.”

“Too late, I'm already in the car. I'll see you soon.”

“No, wait. Harry, it's-.”

“I'll be there in ten.” He says and the line goes dead.

Y/N can't believe what just happened. He is coming over and she is not sure if that's a good idea, it's the middle of the night. But she cannot help the excitement she is feeling and when he texts her to let her know he is downstairs, she opens the door for him.

He walks into the building and takes the elevator up, when he gets to her floor, he sees the door open and she is standing there, a smile on her face. He walks inside and as the door closes, he grabs her by the waist and brings her close, their lips crashing together.

“Mhm, wait. Wait.” Y/N mumbles against his mouth and pulls back, looking up at him. “This isn't right.” She says and Harry furrows his eyebrows.

“What? Why?”

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

“Why not?” He asks, his fingers still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“I... because.”

“Because what? Tell me why, tell me why this isn't right, hm?” He asks, and brings her even closer, his hands gently resting on her lower back.

“It's just-.”

“Is this because I'm older? Is this because you feel like I'm taking advantage of you?”

“No. That's not-.”

“Because you know, that's not true. You're an adult, and so am I.”

“Harry.”

“Y/N, please. Just tell me. If you don't want me, you have to tell me. Because I've been dying to touch you all night, all week. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me, I have to know.” He says, his eyes locking with hers.

“I do.”

"You do what?"

“I do want you. I do want this.” She admits, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.

“Good. Me too. Come here.” He says, bringing his mouth down to hers. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and his hand cups her cheek, caressing her soft skin. When they part, they're both breathing heavily, and he looks into her eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I missed you. And your kisses.” He says and brings his lips down to hers, pecking her gently.

“Harry.” She moans softly.

“Mhm?” He mumbles and his lips travel down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.

“Take me to bed.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” She answers and wraps her arms around his neck. He lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist, and he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, their mouths connect once again. His tongue glides against hers, and his hand travels down her body and under her shirt, finding its way to her breast.

“Off.” She mumbles, pulling at his shirt, and Harry sits up, taking it off. His torso is fully exposed and Y/N can't take her eyes off him. She bites her bottom lip and brings her hand up, resting her palm on his chest. She can feel his heart beating, his skin is soft and warm, and her fingers slowly travel lower and lower. When they reach the hem of his sweats, he stops her.

“No.” He says and brings her hand up, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Tonight is about you.” He says and brings his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His fingers play with the hem of her top, and when Y/N raises her upper body, he lifts the material up and over her head. Her bare skin is on display and Harry can't help but moan at the sight. Of course, she isn't wearing a bra as she was already comfortably in bed before he arrived.

He leans down, his mouth attaches to her breast and he sucks on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Her hips buck up and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed and a quiet moan escapes her lips.

“So sensitive.” He says and pinches her other nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her.

“Harry.”

“Yes, love. I'm here. Tell me, what do you want?” He asks, his hot breath hitting her chest.

“Touch me.” She says and her eyes meet his.

“Where?” He asks, his tone deep and husky.

“Please.”

“I'm not doing anything until you tell me, love.” He says and places a wet kiss on her chest.

“Down.”

“Down?”

“Lower.”

“Here?” He asks and presses his lips to her sternum.

“No.”

“Hm?”

“You know where.”

“Here?” He asks and moves down to her stomach, kissing her softly.

“No.”

“Come on, love. Where do you want my mouth?”

“God, just fuck me.” She breathes and Harry's head shoots up, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Language, baby.”

“Shut up and make me come.” She says, her eyes are filled with desire, her lips parted.

“That can be arranged.” He says and moves down her body, stopping at the hem of her pyjama bottoms. He takes hold of the waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs. He tosses them aside and spreads her legs apart, settling between them.

“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He asks and runs a finger through her slit.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, you're dripping.” He says and licks her juices from his finger, his eyes closing at the sweet taste. His head disappears between her thighs and his hands take hold of her thighs, keeping her legs apart. His mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, and when he reaches her heat, he doesn't wait any longer. His tongue delves between her folds and his hands push her thighs wider, spreading her legs further. His tongue dips inside her entrance, licking and lapping up her juices. Her back arches and her hips roll against his mouth. He brings one of his hands up and pushes her hips down, stilling her movements. He brings his tongue up and flicks it against her clit, making her shiver.

“Harry. Yes, right there.” She moans and her eyes squeeze shut.

He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Her legs tremble and her breathing is shallow.

“You like that, baby? Hm? Do you like my tongue on your pretty little cunt?”

“God, yes.” She breathes, her chest heaving and her body squirming under his touch.

“Mhm, you're so delicious.” He mumbles and his mouth travels lower, his tongue licking through her wetness. He teases her entrance, dipping his tongue inside, before moving up and wrapping his lips around her clit. His mouth is relentless and he doesn't stop his assault on her heat until her thighs squeeze around his head, her fingers pulling at his hair, her breathing laboured and her hips moving up and down.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, don't stop.” She moans, her eyes are tightly shut, her head pressed back into the pillow.

He moves his tongue faster, lapping up her juices and his finger travels lower. He dips it inside her entrance and thrusts his finger inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. Her walls tighten around his finger, and when he adds a second, she's a writhing mess.

“Harry, fuck. Yes.” She breathes, and when his fingers curl and hit the right spot, her orgasm washes over her and she lets out a long, throaty moan.

“Yes, that's it. Let go, baby. Let me taste you.” He says and his tongue swipes up her juices. He sucks her clit into his mouth, helping her ride out her high, her back arching and her eyes closing.

“Mhm, oh god.”

“Good girl.” He praises and gives her a few final kitten licks before he crawls back up and hovers above her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and when her eyes open, Harry's gaze locks with hers. His eyes are filled with lust, his lips glistening with her juices.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He whispers and connects their mouths in a hungry kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on his tongue and her hands come up, cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss. When they pull away, their foreheads rest together, their breathing heavy.

“You're incredible.” Harry mumbles and his lips move down her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline.

“You are.”

“Let's get some sleep, hm? It's late.” He says and rolls over, pulling her against his chest.

“Don't you want me to-?” She says as she moves her hand down, palming him through his sweats.

“Not tonight, love. You need some sleep.”

“But-.” She’s not used to her partner not wanting anything in return.

“Shh. Go to sleep.” He says and rubs her back soothingly.

“Okay.” She says and wraps her arm around his torso, her head rests on his chest.

“Goodnight, love.”

“Night.” She whispers and within seconds she is fast asleep.

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