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Perfect*

summary: YN knows just how to make Harry feel better

paring: Mafia Harry x YN

warnings: swearing, violence, oral(f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, semi public sex

“Please, just shut the fuck up. You’re making my head spin and I won’t hesitate to shoot you” Harry grits out angrily at his men, who instantly quiet at his words. Letting out a sigh of annoyance, Harry runs his hand through his hair and relaxes into his chair, trying to come up with a solution to this huge problem.

One of his men had fucked up a drug shipment and the police got their hands on it. Right now, all he can do is hope he didn’t snitch. His heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to think of a plan, coming up with nothing. The warehouse is so silent, the only sounds being the forceful breaths falling from Harry’s mouth.

Just as one of Harry’s men goes to speak up, all heads turn to the entrance of the warehouse, hearing the door slam. Each person goes to grip their gun until they lay eyes on YN, strutting in the warehouse nonchalantly, making all of them relax and drop their guards. YN takes one look at her husband before trailing her eyes over to the fearful men, sighing in annoyance.

“All of you get the fuck out” she demands, scoffing when not a single person moves. “Now!” she yells, making all of them straighten up and practically sprint from the building. YN trails behind them, making sure all of them are out before she’s locking the main door and making her way back to her husband slowly. The second she’s on the other side of the metal table, she’s sliding her shorts down her legs before slipping her panties down as well, climbing onto the table as she hears a groan from Harry.

Lying back and spreading her legs, she hears a growl tear from Harry’s lips before she feels his hands on her thighs and a tongue swiping through her wet folds. A whine leaves her lips as he licks her up, sucking her clit into his mouth before repeating his actions over and over. He does so for about five minutes, changing the duration of each action to keep her on her toes. When she’s close, she lets him know by yanking on his roots, making him groan into her and sending her over the edge with a shout, her back arching off the table.

He licks up every drop of her orgasm before pulling away with a dark look in his eyes, licking his lips clean. She sits up with him, her legs shaking slightly as she breaks the silence. “I took care of it” she pants breathlessly, her chest heaving as she reaches forward to palm his cock. He thrusts his hips into her hands with a groan.

“How?” he questions, unbuckling his belt to free his leaking cock and line it up with her entrance. He swipes it through her swollen folds to get it even more lubricated, awaiting her answer.

“I killed them all” is all she says, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him to her, Harry sinking into her with one thrust. The both of them groan as he bottoms out, connecting their lips passionately.

Harry pulls all the way out just to thrust into her even deeper than before, the head of his cock nudging at the squishy muscle just beneath her pelvis. YN throws her head back at the feeling, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting out a loud moan. “Is that the spot, Lovie?” he questions, slamming into that same spot over and over as she sobs out in pleasure, trying to get him even closer to her. “Am I fucking you good? Huh? Is your husband treating you as he should?” he grits through clenched teeth, not letting up on his thrusts as his high approaches.

“Fuck! Yes, H. Fucking me so good. Gonna cum” she whines, wrapping her legs around his waist to get him even deeper inside of her. He’s close as well, so he brings his right hand down to where they’re connected, pressing his thumb to her clit and rubbing feverish circles around the aching bud. It has her cumming with a cry of his name, the intensity of her orgasm pulling him over the edge as well.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect” he whines, burying his face into her neck as his orgasm wracks his entire body, his legs shaking as he presses his hips against hers, filling her with his warm cum. When he’s all finished, he pulls out of her twitching, leaking hole, hissing at the sensitivity of his softening cock. Hurriedly, he runs around to grab her panties from the other side of the table, coming back to slip them up her shaky legs. Before he can get them up her legs, some of their combined cum drips down onto the table, and Harry takes the opportunity to swipe it up with his finger and tap gently at her lips.

YN already knows what he wants, opening her mouth and sucking on his cum covered finger, swirling her tongue around as she looks into his eyes. His cock is instantly rock hard again and he makes quick work of cleaning her up so they can leave. He presses one last passionate kiss to her lips before cleaning himself up.

Once they’re all cleaned up, they decide to head home for the night, stepping outside the warehouse to get in the car. The two stop dead in their tracks as they see one of Harry’s men standing outside awkwardly, straightening up when they exit the building.

“I left my car keys inside” he says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he avoids their eyes. Harry and YN can only laugh and hop into the car, heading home for round two.

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It’s all for you.

Trope: professor! harry x reader.

Summary: Y/N and Harry are kinky and love each other

This story contains: dirty talk, sex toys, anal play, oral (f receiving), felching, praising, light mocking, penetration.

wc:1.1k

“Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna..cum”, a loud moan comes out of her mouth while Harry keeps fucking her at the same pace. “Baby, rub your little clit for me. Make yourself cum”

Y/N and Harry have known each other for a million years. Their parents were really good friends, so they used to see each other almost every week for dinners, picnics or whatever their parents came up with. Harry is 4 years older than her, so when she was in her 1st year, Harry was already in his senior year at the same university. They met for the first time in a long time at a frat house party. They were aroused again by old feelings and had sex that same night. Y/N and Harry were hooking up all year long until Harry graduated. This year Harry came to work at this university, and now she is having sex not just with her long-time friend but with a professor of English literature.

As she tries to calm down after an intense orgasm, Harry keeps thrusting into her, reaching his own climax. This whole thing becomes overwhelming for her as she looks at him with glossy eyes and mewls “H, need you to cum..please..fill me up.” Harry lets out a load moan at the feeling of her walls clenching around him. “In which of your holes do you want it, honey? Y/N can't utter anything but choked “Wherever you want, baby”, with her weak voice.

“How about I fill your ass today?”

She whimpers in respond and manages to say “Oh fuck..yes please”. A second later she feels the head of his cock rubbing against her bum hole, and another second later she already feels his warm cum pouring inside her. “Holy shit, baby. It feels so good” she murmurs, while he keeps releasing into her.

Harry gets out of bed, leaving a gentle kiss on her forehead. She thinks that he, as always, went to bring something to clean her up. She’s quite surprised when she sees a but plug instead of the usual wet cloth in his hand. “H, I certainly don’t mind continuing, but we’ll be late for class.” He looks at her with smirky smile as he says “We’re not going to continue anything now, darling.”

However, instead of wiping the cum that starts to flow out of her, Harry collects it with his finger and circles it around the hole. The next thing she feels is cold material touching her hole and slipping inside. The silicone plug stretches her, and then the anus is clenches around the base, preventing it from slipping out freely.

“You will go with it” the man smiles innocently, tilting his head to the side. “Couldn't you have chosen a better day for your experiments?”, she complains. “See you after your classes,” he coos and places a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. She rolls her eyes, getting out of bed. They have already tried to play with a but plug (and with other toys, of course), but she’s never worn one in public, so she’s a little worried, but to the same extent this idea turns her on.

Y/N irritably enters the classroom where Harry usually teaches and heads straight for him. Not everyone has left the room yet, and she looks around nervously, waiting for the students to hurry up and leave the Harry alone.

"Mr. Styles, can I have a word?" Y/N asks loudly as she walks towards the man and several people turn to look at her.

“Y/N, am I right?”, he asks teasingly, looking at her. “You can sit and wait until I let another student go.” She smiles sarcastically as she sits down on a chair and immediately regrets it.

The plug inside her twitches, causing another whimper. The very thought of Harry cumming inside her and then plugging her up makes Y/N’s pussy throb. Only one lesson passed, and her panties were already soaked. She couldn’t focus on anything during class. All she could think about was the plug and slippery feeling inside of her.

Y/N can't imagine that she will have to sit in this state for a few more classes, because she hardly has the strength to concentrate on anything. If she doesn't pull the plug right away and cum, she'll just lie on the floor and burst into tears of helplessness.

“What do you want?” he smiles mockingly. “Fuck, Harry. Are you kidding me? I need you to pull this shit out of me and make me cum now!”, she says frustratedly. “Skipping classes? You're such a bad girl, Y/N”, he chuckles.

When she relaxes a little, Harry pulls out the but plug. It's all wet and shiny from the cum Harry filled her with earlier. He brings it to his mouth and licks it with enthusiasm while keeping eye contact with her. He could suck on it and lick it until the plug is clean again, but he need to take care of Y/N.

She lies down on her back, with her legs spread and her eyes are already glossy. Y/N looks at him desperately as she whispers “Harry, please touch me.” He looks at her with a sympathetic look as he coos “Aw, my poor baby. You want me to touch your pretty pussy, don't you?” She nods eagerly at his words. “Don’t worry, darling. Gonna give you whatever you want. Always so good for me, my pretty girl.”

Harry places his face right against Y/N’s bum hole and starts sticking his tongue inside, eagerly collecting his own cum. He’s keeps licking it out of her while his fingers run down your slit. Harry gently runs his fingers through her folds and her pussy starts making those sloppy sounds. “Oh, Harry”, she whines.

He presses his thumb directly on her clit and then starts rubbing it in a circles. She’s so turned on that she doesn’t need much to start whimpering and panting. Y/N grabs Harry’s hair and pulls him back and mewls “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Come on, make me cum” He lets out a moan of pure pleasure as he starts sucking hard on her clit while his free hand reaches for Y/N’s boobs. Making his lovers feel good is probably his favorite thing about sex. He’s hard only at the thought that he gives Y/N this kind of pleasure.

She’s on edge and every cell in her body starts to tremble when Harry pinches her nipples or starts using his tongue especially actively. A moan of total release and pleasure escapes her mouth as her eyes roll back her head. Harry doesn't stop, trying to extend her orgasm for as long as possible. “Fuck, baby you’re so pretty like this. With your teary eyes and flushed checks, looking absolutely ruined. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

Y/N is trying to calm down after her mind blowing orgasm and her throat is dry but she manages to say “Yes, baby. It’s all for you”

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You Comfort Harry After a Nightmare /blurb/

AN: just another one of the scenarios in my head that i just had to write out. let me know what you think. PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK.

This story contains: crying, fear from a nightmare, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of anxiety, snotty nose, comfort

{ boyfriend!harry - current harry era - softrry - live together }

word count: 927

Harry wakes you up, sobbing, and you when he can finally speak, he tells you about his horrible nightmare about fans following him in public.

Unfortunately being famous comes with a lot of things that aren't so fun. For instance, getting public hate online, having tabloids write false stories about you, and constantly being in the public eye. But something Harry personally hates most is being papped and followed everywhere he goes. He just wants to live a normal life when he's not on stage doing his job but people always find a way to track him down.

Now for some celebrities it's not that big of a deal, but for Harry it is. He's had very scary encounters with strangers on the streets and has even had a knife pulled out on him. So to say he has extreme anxiety when he leaves the house is an understatement. That's why you are often seen with him in paparazzi photos when he's out in public because you fear he'll have a panic attack, which has happened a time or two. You keep Harry feeling safe and grounded and he's thankful for you.

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It's currently two in the morning and you're woken up to a heart wrenching cry. You quickly sit up in bed and hurry to turn the lamp on to see what's the matter. As soon as there is light in the room, you look over and see a sight that shatters your heart into a billion pieces. Harry, laying in the fetal position, hands over face, as sobbes rake through his body.

"Harry, babe, what's wrong?" you question as you slide over to his shaking body. As you get closer, you can visible see his entire body trembling as well as physically feeling the bed shake from the movements.

At first Harry's ears don't register your voice. He's in such a state of down right fear that his body is reeling the effects of what just happened and everything around him is being drowned out. But when you gently place a hand on his bare shoulder, something in Harry wakes up more consciously and when he turns his body around, he sees you. The one person who makes he feel the safest.

He doesn't hesitate to toss his body into your chest and grab ahold of you tightly, sobbes still leaving his body. "Shhh," you coo, rocking Harry's body back and forth in your raised up position in bed, "did you have a nightmare, baby?" He nods his head where it's placed in the crook of your neck and now that you know the issue, you feel more calm in trying to relax him.

Inhaling a deep breath, Harry tries to explain, "They...... they were following me, y/n. And..... and... I tried to tell them to go away but.... they didn't. *sob* So... I tried to run from them but they ran after me. Was so scared because you weren't with me, love." He doesn't even need to tell you who 'they' were for you to know exactly who he's referring to. 'They' that Harry is referring to is fans. It could be paparazzi but typically paparazzi know the boundaries of celebrities to an extent but fans can be a bit crazier when they see their idol.

With one arm wrapped around Harry's back and your other hand cupping the back of his curly scalp, fingers combing through his hair, you reply in a soft tone, "It was just a dream, H. You're safe. See, you're in your warm bed with me, at our house that has the best team of security in all of London."

Hearing you say that truly helped Harry calm down from his nightmare. He tosses his right leg over your hip so his body isn't straining muscles and he scoots his head down until his ear is placed right on your heartbeat. Whenever Harry is having a panic attack or just really scared, nervous, or anxiety ridden, listening to your beating heart usually helps his body relax.

You reach over to your nightstand and pull out a tissue from the box you keep by your lamp for clean up after sex and place it in Harry's hand. He instantly brings it to his snotty nose and blowns right into it. He should be hesitant to blow his nose so close to you and you should be grossed out but neither of you care in this moment. And Harry is decent enough to lift his head from your chest for just a second to look over and toss it into the bin beside the bed, so you didn't have to touch his snotty tissue.

Once Harry is settled back into the front of your body, you reach over and turn the lamp back off, making the bedroom dark once again. Then you fall back on the soft mattress while Harry stays attached to your body. It's as if he's scared to let you go, which is understandable after the dream he just had. You pull the covers up and over his naked back and your body until the end of the duvet is level with his shoulder blades.

You keep your hands gliding over Harry's back and scalp to lull him back to sleep and before you doze off, mutter to your sweet boyfriend, "I love you."

Tilting his face upwards, Harry pecks a kiss to your jawline and whispers in a hoarse voice, "Love you too." Then pressing his ear to the area of your chest where your heart is located under, Harry finally relaxes his tight muscles and falls into a peaceful sleep, safe and secure in the arms of his loving girlfriend.

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Vogue Beauty Secrets

summary: harry shares his beauty secrets with vogue but he needs a little help

"Hi, I'm Harry, and today I'm going to be sharing my beauty secrets with all of you lovely, lovely people."

He was a bit nervous to be filming a video like this. Normally there were more people around, but now it was just him, his camera, and a bathroom mirror, and the long line of products you set up for him before you left the house. Harry didn't use to have much in terms of a routine, not enough to film this kind of video, anyway. But after a few months of just knowing you, he had enough products to fill up all the shelves in his bathroom.

"Um, so I start with this. I have dry skin from traveling all the time, and my girlfriend says it's good for dry skin, so," he said with a shrug, holding up his cleanser for the camera, pumping a little into his hand, and rubbing it into his skin.

Harry tried to talk while washing his face, but he got some of the cleansing foam in his mouth and immediately had to stop the recording so he could spit it out and rinse his mouth. Terribly embarrassed, he took a couple seconds to collect himself before turning the recording back on.

"Next I use a toner, also picked out for me by my girlfriend. It has, erm, salicylic acid and is an exfoliator. Whoa, try saying that five times fast."

He put it on, looking down at the small list of prompts he'd been given to talk as he filmed the video. Minus the cleanser mishap, things went pretty smooth. Harry went over all the things he used, and when he got to his Pleasing products, he talked in-depth about the brand—why he decided to create the brand in the first place, what the two different serums and the Pleasing Pen did, and why he came out with those first.

"All of this is supposed to give me a 'glow from within,' as promised by my missus, but I'll let you decide," Harry said, moving his face from side to side so the bathroom lights would catch on his cheekbones.

When he finished his skincare, it was time to move onto makeup, which made him pause. It technically wasn't a lot, and he could definitely do it himself, but he'd become so accustomed to you doing it, he didn't like it any other way.

"Excuse me one moment," he said, then pulled out his phone and dialed your number, putting it on speaker.

"Hi, baby. Finished already?" you asked, picking up after the first couple rings.

"Uh...No. I need your help," Harry admitted, turning slightly away from the camera when he felt his cheeks heat up.

"H, I told you I didn't—"

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. Pleaseee."

Harry kept saying please until you eventually relented. "Fine, I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Thank you. I love you so very much."

"Love you too. See you in a bit."

Stopping the recording, he waited for you to come back home. You'd stepped out to run some errands—re-stocking your personal and professional kit, getting groceries for dinner later tonight.

Instead of doing those things, you drove home. Walking up the stairs, you walked into yours and Harry's shared bedroom, knocking on the door of the bathroom before opening it. You found Harry leaning over and starting the recording up again.

"Just in time!" he said, grinning at you as he sat back down again.

He tugged on your hand to pull you over to where he was sitting, but you stayed just out of the camera frame. Still, he brought your hand up and kissed the top of it, grinning wide when he saw the corners of your lips turn up.

"Okay, where did you leave off?" you asked, going over to the sink to wash your hands.

"I just need moisturizer and sunscreen and I'm good to go."

You looked at him from behind the camera, but he just continued to smile at you. Harry was more than capable of applying that stuff himself, but he preferred when you did it for him. Making your way back over to him, you picked up his moisturizer and got started.

"So, I know most people like to use primer before makeup, but since H doesn't wear very much, I typically just use a good moisturizer. This one is the Embryolisse face cream, and I get a good amount on my fingertips and really work it in. I should mention that this is definitely a one person job, but he's a diva, so here we are."

Harry had been smiling faintly with his eyes closed as you massaged his face up until that point. "Hey."

Pretending like you heard nothing, you continued. "After that, I put on sunscreen, and I typically don't use anything under SPF 30. And once that's all rubbed in, he's ready for a little makeup."

"Okay, so H has some small dark circles that he likes covered up when he's on stage, but they're usually not severe enough to warrant color corrector, so I just go in with a little bit of the Nars pot concealer right here," you said, tapping it under his eyes. "And if he's got a couple breakouts, I'll cover those up to, but I must say, you're looking quite flawless today."

You smoothed his hair back a little as you finished blending everything in, massaging around his temples the way you knew he liked a little extra attention, and almost as if on cue, he mumbled, "Feels nice."

You gave him a couple more seconds to enjoy the pads of your fingers against his temples, but you eventually had to move on, worried that this video could go on forever.

The corner of his mouth tipped up into a crooked little grin. "It's all thanks to you."

Harry was a very charming person by nature, but there had to be something in the air, because he was being extra sweet with you today. It was too cute to make note of, though, so you just smiled at him and told him to blend in his concealer while you cleaned up a little.

When he was all done, you picked up the next item. "Sometimes if he's looking a little pale, I'll put on just the tiniest bit of cream bronzer. Nothing too intense, but just enough to bring some color to the face, and I put it on his cheeks here, his temples, and a little by his hairline. Anywhere the sun would normally hit the face, and I blend that in with a sponge."

You worked and explained, trying to ignore the dreamy look in Harry's eyes as he watched you so you could focus. "Like it so far?"

"Mmhm. Positively sunkissed."

"I feel as though I should point out that she's not usually this feisty. She's putting on a show for the camera," Harry said, a mocking frown on his face.

Blending a little more with your sponge, you said, "He's pretty easy as far as clients go, very low maintenance. But he loves being taken care of. Face rollers and masks after a show are a must to help him wind down."

He said it so quietly, but the camera's microphone was just able to pick it up. "Best part of my night is getting ready for bed with you."

You held in the urge to kiss him, but it wasn't easy. Obviously, people knew Harry Styles had a girlfriend, but you kept a low profile and weren't often photographed with him in order to maintain a small modicum of anonymity. It had worked so far, though you wondered if after this video one of his fans would be able to track you down with just your voice and hands.

Shaking those thoughts away, you focused on the video again. "And then to wrap it up, he wears a lip balm, and since he's a bougie bitch, he goes for the Tatcha lip jelly, but I won't hold that against him because it's really great lip product."

He let you put his lip balm on for him, puckering his lips so he could give you a tiny kiss on the tip of your finger, which made you very thankful that you couldn't be seen on camera because you were now a blushy mess. Once he was all set, you continued.

"I normally don't set H's face with any powders or anything because he doesn't really need it. The most I'll do is remind him to put this on throughout the day. It's a mineral powder with SPF in it, which should keep his skin from burning throughout the day. And...that's pretty much it. Pretty simple, but very effective."

"I look ready for date night," he said, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Yeah? I'd say you look quite handsome too. I'd definitely take you out on a date."

With the pads of your fingers, you gingerly tilted his chin from side to side so that the camera could see the finished result. Harry kept going after you let go, though, holding his chin in his hands and posing while you put some of his things away.

"It is quite minimal," he said, agreeing with your previous statement. "Should've asked her to do this instead. My girl's an artist."

You smiled to yourself, half listening to Harry as you cleaned up. "You know, I didn't know much about makeup until I met her. And then suddenly I knew everything. Like, there was this one time where she was watching this movie, and she freaked out because a guy took off a girl's fake eye lashes. Now I know never to touch a woman's false lashes lest I want my hand cut off."

You'd been letting your boyfriend ramble to the camera about this and that, clearly not as nervous about the whole thing as he had been when you left him earlier today. And while you'd been trying not to laugh too loud, you couldn't hold it in after his last anecdote. It wasn't so much the story itself, but the way he described his feelings about it at the end.

The story was true, of course. Harry had been downstairs on the phone while you watched a movie in his bed. You'd already written it off as a terrible film after the first ten minutes, but you decided to see it through, only to gasp in horror when you saw the leading man remove the leading lady's false lashes.

You came back over to him, still laughing but trying to get ahold of yourself. "That's true, you're definitely right about that, but...you know I don't use those right? I have eyelash extensions."

Harry, who had been laughing right along with you, sobered up pretty quickly. "You have what?"

Smiling at his utter confusion, you said, "Baby, how long have we been together? I've never taken them off. Their extensions. Like hair extensions...but for eyelashes."

You were not blessed in the long, voluminous lash department and had started getting lash extensions years ago, long before you met Harry. Granted, they were very natural looking, but he'd watched you put your makeup on hundreds of times, and not once had you stuck on a pair of fake lashes.

"This...This is madness. Come here." Harry stood up from his seat and held your face in his hands so he could get a better look. You were practically nose to nose, but he just kept looking at you very intensely. What he was trying to see, you weren't sure. You had a very excellent lash tech.

"Witchcraft," he mumbled. Moving so he was in front of the camera again, he said, "My girlfriend's a witch."

You shoved his shoulder playfully. "Shut up, you dork!"

You left him shortly after that, but not before he pulled you back over to him so he could kiss your cheek. "Love you!" he called.

"Love you too," you replied over your shoulder. And with that, you left him to finish the video.

Harry did the outro, eager to go now that he knew you were waiting for him. With a final wave he signed off. "Thank you for watching me share my beauty secrets, though it was really just me being pampered by my girlfriend. But what can I say, I'd be lost without her."

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Mamma Mia

summary: you and harry take a trip to greece

words: 4.5

tw: boat sex (??), if you cry that's totally not my fault

got my inspo from this tiktok. enjoy!

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You were sleeping. Dreams spliced together and didn’t make much sense, but there was this sensation. You couldn’t tell what it was or where it was coming from, but you leaned into it, hoping that the sensation wouldn’t stop. Thankfully, it didn’t.

Fluttering your eyes open, that sensation continued, only you knew exactly what it was. Who it was. “Harry,” you sighed, your hand blindly reaching out for him. You had yet to open your eyes, but you could feel his lips, soft and warm as they moved languidly across your chest. One leg was slotted between yours. His body heat should’ve been too much with the warmth of the sun peeking through the curtains you’d forgotten to close and the blanket still thrown over the two of you, but his skin burned against yours in the most delicious way, and you couldn’t help but want him closer.

His hair tickled your chin, and you were quick to smooth it away, eager to run your nails along his scalp just the way he liked it. As if on cue, Harry groaned contentedly against your skin. Moving up just the tiniest bit, he began to kiss along the curve of your jaw.

“Good morning,” he said, voice low and thick with gravel like it always was in the morning. His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, and you couldn’t help but shiver. “I woke up and just couldn’t help myself. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Mm. Not at all, bubba. Best way to wake up in my opinion.” Your voice was deep and scratchy too, though not necessarily due to deep sleep. After dinner and a little weed last night, Harry had his hands tight in your hair as he led you to your knees in front of him, and you were more than eager to comply.

You were on a surprise vacation in Greece. Well, surprise for you, but not for Harry. He’d been planning this for months. While on tour, you were snuggled up together on the tour bus, you were watching a movie while he struggled to keep his eyes open. You’d told him to just get some rest, but he insisted on spending some time with you, so there he was.

“We should go there,” you said absentmindedly. You were mostly talking to yourself as Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again played on the television in front of you. You’d never been to Greece before, only ever traveling to South America where some of your family lived or England where Harry’s lived. But watching one of your favorite movies for the umpteenth time, you couldn’t help but dream about a vacation on an island surrounded by water the color of sapphires and discovering a new place both you and your boyfriend had never been to before.

“What?” Harry asked, his voice thick with fatigue. His eyes blinked blearily at the screen in front of him, watching a woman in a bright orange dress prance around an orange grove. “Looks pretty. We should go there sometime.”

That’s when you knew he really needed to get some rest. Pausing the movie, you poked his chest and faked a yawn. “I’m a little tired? Shall we?” you asked, knowing that the reason Harry had yet to go to sleep was because you weren’t in his bunk.

“You sure?”

“Yes, bubba. Now come on.”

You thought he’d forgotten all about what was barely a conversation in your mind. He was already half asleep and you mentioned your desire to go to Greece once. But the two Mamma Mia movies were some of your favorites. Harry had already been planning to take some time off and go on vacation with you after the first leg of his tour ended, it was only a matter of where. A couple months later and here you are.

“I know I always sleep the best when I’m with you, but there’s something about this bed, I think. Best I’ve slept in ages.”

That caused you to chuckle. Harry kissed your cheek as you smiled, and you leaned into him, your grin widening as he continued to nuzzle your cheek with his nose. “It’s definitely the bed. You’ve had the same lumpy mattress for years.”

Harry was so different from any guy you’d ever dated before, and yet there were moments where you were reminded that while he was wonderful and exceeded all expectations on every front, he was still a young guy in his twenties. Because of his…deep pockets, he didn’t necessarily have that stereotypical bachelor pad that guys his age had, but some things stuck out to you. Like his mattress. It was old and squeaked if you just looked at it funny, there was a permanent Harry-sized imprint on his side of the bed from sleeping on it for so long. You were inclined to believe that once upon a time it was comfortable to sleep on, but that time had long passed. Anytime you brought it up, though, Harry was quick to shut you down about getting a new one, and you didn’t have the slightest idea why.

“Don’t hate on my bed,” he mumbled, still kissing your neck, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin just beneath your breasts. “Made love to you for the first time on that bed.”

You kept from rolling your eyes, even if Harry wouldn’t have seen it if you had. “I promise if you get a new one, we can christen it with so many new memories.”

“Mm. I don’t want to talk about that bed anymore. Wanna talk about the one we’re currently on, what new memories we’re about to christen it with.”

Turning your head to the side, you met Harry’s gaze. He was tanner than normal from exploring all day yesterday, and the freckles on his cheeks and nose were more noticeable. You loved how tan he got. It made his eyes pop, the usual pale shade of green more vibrant.

This close to his face, you could’ve counted every lash that framed his eyes, given a name to the exact petal pink shade of his lips. He was so beautiful. You could’ve spent all day just admiring him, and you had the sudden urge to tell him just that, so you did.

He blushed of course, always so bashful whenever he received a compliment, but it only made you want to do it more. “It’s true, bubba. You’re like a work of art. You know how when the sun is high up in the sky and hits the ocean and makes it all sparkly? You’re like that.”

Harry nuzzled his face deep in the crook of your neck, but it wasn’t to kiss you. He was hiding from your shower of compliments. You didn’t mind, though. Now you could return the favor he did for you when he woke you up this morning.

Shifting a little, you kissed his forehead, working your fingers from the top of his hairline and all the way down his back, tracing the constellation of freckles along the expanse of his broad shoulders as you went. “I can say it in Spanish, if you’d like. Know how much you love that.”

Pressed up against you as he was, you could feel his heart quicken at your suggestion. Smiling, you pinched his cheek, warm from sleep or blushing so hard, you weren’t sure. “Mi novio es el más hermoso en todo el mundo,” you said softly. Harry was still learning, but he was familiar enough with the words you used to understand. The arm draped across your middle squeezed you closer, his hips bucking involuntarily against your bare leg.

“This morning was supposed to be about you,” he said, coming out of hiding. And while he’d said what he did, he didn’t let up his movements, his hips moving lazily against you.

“Nuestra felicidad es la misma, hermoso,” you said, kissing the bridge of his nose.

Harry surged forward and kissed you then, neither of you caring about just having woken up. You opened up for him immediately, one hand on his cheek while the other gripped his hair, your grip tightening when he devoted all of his attention to your bottom lip, sucking and nibbling on it gently until you whined for him to kiss you properly again.

Before he could move himself from your side to nestled right in between your legs, you stopped him. He pouted at you, his lips more puffy than usual from all the kissing. He looked positively adorable, but you held firm. “I haven’t taken my birth control yet and you hate condoms,” you said, sliding out from underneath him and walking into the suite’s connecting bathroom.

He knew you were right, so all he could do was flop on the bed while muttering, “Tease,” loud enough for him to hear.

Once you were alone, you braced yourself against the cool marble of the bathroom counter. Stopping when things were so heated wasn’t easy for you, either. But you had to stay vigilant about birth control because Harry almost never bought condoms anymore, and while he often joked about it, neither of you were ready for babies in the near future. He sometimes argued that you could do other things, but other things always led to sex. Always.

As you were brushing your teeth, Harry came into the bathroom to do the same, though not before pressing himself against you and kissing your cheek, though you knew his actions were mostly to remind you how crazy you drove him. You smiled around your toothbrush, bending over the sink to spit out toothpaste and press yourself up against him further. It was fun to tease him like that, to test his limits and see how far you could push him before he threw caution to the wind and hauled you over his shoulder and back to bed.

He didn’t, just groaned before pinching your behind and moving onto brushing his own teeth. “What is it you say onstage all the time? Edging, was it?” you asked, a sly grin on your lips.

Harry could only huff through his nose at you, as he’d already begun brushing his teeth. Blowing him a kiss, you left him to his own devices, going back into the main part of your suite and ordering room service for the two of you.

That led you to sitting on his lap. All signs of Harry’s earlier sexual frustration was gone, whether that was from him taking care of it or taking a cold shower you weren’t sure, but now he hugged you close, one hand high up on your thigh while the other placed fruit in your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his fingers carefully, sucking on them for a little longer than what was necessary.

“You just woke up a little minx this morning, didn’t you?” he asked, not at all complaining.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, but the heat rising to your cheeks said it all.

You’d always been kind of reserved about how you went about showing affection. You didn’t like going on dates with Harry, then waking up to see yourself all over the internet the next morning, so you tried to limit your loving touches. Harry understood, of course he did, but now that you were here, and there wasn’t a single person with a camera pointed in your direction in sight, you felt a little freer, a little bolder.

“Hm, I think you do, but I won’t mention it anymore if it means you keep it up.”

He’d yet to fully dress, sitting on one of the balcony chairs in just the towel he’d dried off with after his shower. You felt something stir in your belly, an eagerness you hadn’t felt before. You promised yourself you’d stay vigilant, reminded yourself that you and Harry weren’t ready for any monumental life changes, but something in you was pushing you to tempt fate.

Only when you leaned into kiss him, Harry held your chin in his hand, stopping you. “I’m afraid we can’t, lovie. We have plans.”

It seems you were both in a teasing mood today.

You whined a little, but were secretly relieved. Were you really just going to say to hell with it? Maybe you did need to get out of your suite? It was doing things to your mind.

You and Harry got dressed and held hands as you walked to a dock. Apparently, Harry had rented a boat to take around the island. No crew on board, either. It would be just the two of you.

Sitting towards the back of the boat while Harry drove, you laid out in the sun, letting the light spray from the boat speeding across the water cool you off. You’d never felt so relaxed before, so at peace. If you and Harry didn’t love your jobs and families so much, you would pack up and move here in a heartbeat, living alone on a remote island forever.

The boat came to a slow stop after Harry took it around to the other side of the island, cutting the engine and setting the anchor before joining you. “Catch,” he said, tossing something small in the air towards you. You opened your mouth immediately, moving a little to catch it. Dried apricot, you deduced. Harry cheered as you chewed thoughtfully, waiting for you to finish so he could throw another one. He could be such a kid sometimes, finding joy in the simplest things, but you loved that about him.

Once the floor of the boat was littered in nuts and dried fruit, you stood up. “Let’s go swimming,” you said, not waiting for your boyfriend’s response as you shed your t-shirt and grabbed the underwater camera you bought at the boat shack on the dock before leaving today. Harry wasn’t as quick to respond, and when you turned around, you understood why. He was openly staring at you, not at all trying to hide the way his gaze went up and down your figure. That feeling you had this morning was still there, whispering in the back of your mind to not be so cautious, to take a chance. You hadn’t taken your birth control when your reminder on your phone beeped, but nothing had happened with Harry since then, and you weren’t sure anything would happen. All of these thoughts and feelings were swirling around inside your head, but you’d never actually talked to him about it. You knew he wanted kids, but did he want them now? Did you? Or was it just the vacation? You couldn’t figure it out, so you kept it all to yourself, but you knew Harry would pick up on your strange behavior sooner than later. But for now, you just wanted to have some fun in the sun with your boyfriend.

Without warning, you jumped off the side of the boat with a yelp. The ocean here was warmer than what you were used to, but it felt nice. Bobbing up to the surface, you held the camera up to your face, waiting for Harry to jump. He made you wait, making a show of putting a pair of goggles on, but eventually dove in after you, and you filmed the entire thing. Ducking down below, you filmed Harry swimming toward you, capturing his smile as he took the camera so he could turn it on you.

You and Harry explored and swam around for a little while, splashing each other and taking pictures of each other above and below the surface of the ocean. At one point, Harry pulled you close and wrapped your legs around his waist while he swam for the both of you. You kissed, and you could feel the tension thickening after teasing each other since this morning. You almost gave into him then and there, wanting nothing more than for him to push his swim trunks down and have his way with you. But just before he could, you feigned tiredness and unhooked your legs, swimming towards the boat. Harry followed, clearly sensing that there was more than just teasing going on, but didn’t say anything.

You got back on the boat, letting the sun dry you off as you laid out side by side. The boat rocked as gentle waves hit it, and the sun warmed you all the way down to your bones. The longer you laid there next to Harry, the more that feeling came back. You didn’t know what was wrong with you, or why all of the sudden you felt like jumping Harry’s bones every two minutes and see if one of those times would catch. Was it hormones? Was it the current lack of responsibility that was making you so careless? You had no idea.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Harry asked, leaning over to kiss your shoulder.

“I didn’t take my birth control today,” you blurted, so many thoughts racing through your mind that you couldn’t help but let one slip out.

Not really understanding, he rested a hand on your knee and squeezed it comfortingly. “Okay. Did you forget?”

You shook your head. “No, I never forget, that’s the point. I made a big deal about it this morning, and then…I don’t know I got the notification on my phone, I had it in my hand, and then…I just…didn’t take it.” You sat up, needing to look him in the eye while you had this conversation. You were pretty sure you were going crazy, and Harry was usually the one who made you feel less so. “Harry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. If it’s the vacation, if it’s you, or what, but I keep wanting to just—”

“See what happens?” he said, not a hint of judgment in his voice. In fact, he sounded like he’d had similar thoughts before.

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” you sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. “I’m not crazy, am I?”

Harry brought his arm up around you and pulled you closer. His skin was warm and a little sticky with salt. “No, lovie, of course not. We’ve been together a long time, it’s normal to have those feelings.”

“I’m just worried it’s fleeting,” you said, still not looking at him directly. “Like, what if what I’m feeling is only temporary, and then we do it, and then I don’t feel that way anymore? You’re so busy, H. A—And I don’t fault you for that, you know I don’t, but—”

“Hey,” he said. Lifting your head up, you saw that he was waiting for you. He leaned down, and you met him halfway, letting his kiss take away some of your stress. You didn’t even realize how tense you were until you melted against him.

“I don’t think it’s fleeting,” he said, his hand cupping your cheek.

“You don’t?”

He shook his head. “No, I think if it was you would’ve taken your birth control, and I don’t think we’d be having this conversation right now if this wasn’t something you wanted.”

“Do you? Want it? A family?” You’d been so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn’t even stop and think about the fact that whether you wanted a baby or not Harry would also have to be on board.

“I think,” he said, smoothing your hair off your neck so he could lower the straps of your bikini. “I think we should just see what happens.”

Harry leaned forward again, kissing the skin where your bathing suit strap had just been seconds ago. And then, suddenly his lips were everywhere, and all you could do was hold onto him tightly, eagerly waiting for him to ease your swimsuit bottoms down your legs. If you thought earlier this morning was intimate and passionate, now, on a boat with nothing but the sea and sky watching you, was overwhelmingly so. You gripped his shoulders hard, both of your bodies singing with anticipation from all the teasing touches that led to this moment. You should’ve been embarrassed, should’ve been worried that someone would catch you, but all you could think about was him. His touch, the look on his face as you moved your hips in time with the boat’s rocking, the smell of salt and sweat and something that was uniquely him, the taste of him on your tongue as you kissed him and whispered in his ear how much you loved him.

“Tell me you want it too. Please,” you panted, needing to hear him say it again and again and again.

“Want it,” Harry breathed as he kissed your neck, just as desperate sounding as you. “You don’t even know how bad. Be such a good mum.”

You’d been steadily approaching the edge, building and building until Harry was eventually there too, but his words practically catapulted you over at high speed with him right behind you, leaving you both breathless and your legs feeling like jelly.

You took a moment to collect yourselves, neither of you moving, too tired to do anything else and just sit there in the sun.

“If that didn’t do it, I don’t know what will,” Harry eventually joked. You laughed softly, running a hand through his hair. When you found you had just enough strength, you moved to get off of his lap, but his hands were quick to keep you there. “Just stay for a moment. Please?”

His eyes were a little droopy with sleep, but his lips were pouting, and both of you were clearly comfortable. Who were you to say no?

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A few days later and you were coming to the end of your trip. The last week had been magical. Exploring new places everyday, eating the best food, drinking wine while the sun disappeared to reveal an endless number of stars.

Your last day in Greece was a pretty lazy one. You and Harry walked around the little town you’d been staying in, and after a nice candlelit dinner at a family owned restaurant, you were taking one last stroll before you had to get up early to catch your plane. Neither you nor Harry said much as you walked with your arm looped through his, but you didn’t have to, both of you completely content to just exist in this little bubble of bliss before you returned to your normal lives.

On your walk back to your hotel, you passed by a little chapel. You’d seen it more than a few times during your stay, but you’d never given it much thought until now. Nudging Harry’s side, you joked, “Can you imagine if we went home married?”

You were expecting Harry to laugh, but he just shrugged. “I have a ring.”

That stopped you dead in your tracks. “Excuse me?”

“What?”

You smacked his arm, flabbergasted that he was being so casual right now. “What do you mean, ‘What?’ You just said you had a ring!”

It was dark, but Harry made that sheepish face he always made when he blushed. “Shit, did I say that out loud?”

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or genuinely concerned he’d voiced a secret thought out loud. Either way, you smacked him again. “Yes, and I swear to God, Harry, if this is a joke I’m gonna—”

“It’s not a joke, lovie. I swear,” he said, and to your surprise, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on one knee. “I’ve had it for a while, and I was going to do this later tonight when we were back at the hotel, but this works too.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cry, H,” you said, hiding behind your hands. “Is this really happening?”

“It is, and it would be a lot easier if I could look at you while I give my big speech. Been working on it for months.”

Separating your fingers, you looked through the gaps to find Harry smiling at you, tears lining his eyes as well. Your hands shook as you lowered them to your sides. You suddenly wished you had something to hold you up. Normally you had Harry for that but as it was, he was otherwise occupied.

“I love you,” he said, unable to keep the smile off his face as he spoke. “I—I’ve been through so much with you, grown up a lot, achieved a lot, and you’ve been there nearly every step of the way. I’ve done a lot of incredible things, but none of them hold a candle to the day I met you. Nothing in my life would mean nearly as much if I didn’t have you in it. You are…the light of my life, my heart and soul. There isn’t a single person in this world as perfect for me as you are. You asked me the other day if I ever thought about building a home, starting a family, and I think about it constantly, I want it so much I can practically taste it, but even if for whatever reason that never happens, I wouldn’t care because you…you are my home. Wherever we are, whatever we do, I know I’ll be the happiest man alive.

“So please make me just that much happier and answer me this one question. Will you marry me?”

You were a step above sobbing. Tears were trailing down your cheeks as you watched and listened to Harry. You knew he was the one, and you knew that he felt the same, but to hear it, to hear him say all those things. Your heart was currently a puddle on the ground by your feet.

“Y/n?” he asked. “I don’t want to rush you, but I do want to remind you that I am not as young as I used to be and this gravel is very harsh on my knee.”

“Shoot, sorry, bubba,” you said. Rushing forward, you helped him up, holding your cheeks in your hands. “Of course it’s a yes. Nothing could possibly make me happier.”

Harry was quick to pick you up and spin you around, kissing you like it was the last time. You held onto him tight, squealing with delight. When he set you down, you felt dizzy, but whether it was from all the spinning or the moment itself, you couldn’t be sure.

“Now, let’s see about this ring,” he said.

He showed you the box, and you almost started crying again. It was beautiful. Simple, but with a big rock because Harry could never resist the opportunity to spoil you. He slipped it on your finger and kissed your cheek once it was settled in place. “Never take it off, please,” he murmured against your ear.

“Promise,” you said, leaning in to kiss him one more time.

“Now,” Harry said, giggling a little when you kept peppering his skin with your lips. “Why don’t we head back to the room to celebrate?”

And this time you had no reservations about seeing where things went.

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The Work Call Quickie*

a/n: just a quick blurb about Harry ignoring you and you're feeling needy even though he's on a work call

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, spanking, 18+ only, NSFW, not proofread (sorry)

Once again, Harry has been ignoring you. It started last night when you argued over something stupid and he didn't even thank you for making him dinner. Then he didn't fuck you after you begged him to. He barely even acknowledged you when he yawned and climbed into bed, turning to his side away from you.

You huffed and tried to get comfortable, making dramatic movements with your legs and arms to get his attention. But nothing.

Now, it's the following day and you've made him breakfast and walked the dog, and cleaned the dishes and he still hasn't said anything to you all morning. You're getting upset and angry with him.

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You can hear him on a work call in his office. It sounds a little heated. You slowly pad your way to the door so you can listen in and you hear him sigh heavily. You suddenly have an idea to get his attention.

You slip your panties off under your dress and toss them into the hallway as you quietly enter his office. He sees you when you come in but then turns back to his desk and and responds to something that was said on the line.

You walk right next to him and lean your ass onto his desk and, facing him, you lift up your leg to put your heel against his arm rest, giving him a view of what's underneath your dress.

He furrows his brows and flits his eyes to your cunt, then up to your own eyes before looking back at his computer screen, "I know that. We've got the financial packet already loaded we just need to have it okayed but Tom thinks we need to rework the numbers. I'm not going to get into trouble by the auditors so Tom can have numbers that look good for him. No. Fuck that."

He sounds so angry and it's really turning you on. You have no idea what he's talking about but you know you've got his attention, at least a little when his eyes drag up your bare thighs and then back to your exposed cunt.

You reach your hand down and smooth your fingers up delicately over your skin and up your dress, pushing your fingers over your slit for a second and moan lowly.

You shift on his desk so you're really giving him a show and lean back a little, touching yourself lightly and you gasp your finger meets you clit.

"Oooh, that feels so good..." you groan and watch him as he blinks in rapid succession and then looks at you in warning.

You bite your lip and giggle but you don't stop what you're doing. Soon, enough you become wet and Harry notices how shiny you've gotten and he closes his eyes.

"Harry, please." You grab at his hand and pull it to your wet slit and he huffs a breath through his nose and clenches his jaw.

He doesn't pull away from your touch like you though he might. Instead, after a few minutes of you guiding his fingers through your folds he begins to work a finger into your entrance all on his own. He's still focused on his computer screen and you want all the focus on you.

"Fuck, right there, Harry." You say, and he removes his finger from you and shakes his head at you. You pout but then notice that he's hard under his pants so you decide to take this a little further.

You slip down from the desk and Harry watches you as you undo his pants and pull his hard and thick cock out of the front opening of his boxers. You spit over him and he lightly moans when you grasp him in your palm. "Like that, daddy?"

He's giving you a look in warning but he's suddenly standing up, making your hand fall away. He grasps onto your hips and turns you toward his desk, pushing you down so your face is smashed into the wood and the edge of a notbook.

"Hold on for a second, Jim. Gonna put you on mute." Harry clicks something on his computer and takes his earbuds out.

Without saying a word to you he hikes your dress up over your hips and swats your bum a good five or six times leaving a nice burn behind and it makes you moan.

Suddenly the tip of his cock is being tucked into your entrance until he's fully entered you. You have one hand holding yourself stead at the edge of the desk and your other hand is reaching for Harry behind you but he pushes your hand away as he begins thrusting into you at a healthy pace.

He picks his earbuds up and puts them back in before clicking on his computer, "I'm back. Sorry bout that."

Harry puts one hand at your hip and the other he covers your mouth with to keep you quiet, because you both know how loud you can be.

With his fast and deep strokes your eyes roll into the back of your head and you feel dizzy. It hurts to have him so deep and the way he's plowing into you from behind is causing an ache in between your thighs. But you know you can take it, he's not going at his as hard as he could, and that's probably more for his sake so he can continue his call without breathing too hard into the receiver.

"Uh... fuck. I think we'll go with that. I'll, uh..." Harry breathes as he works himself deep into you and he's trying to keep composed on the call but he's finding you feel really good around his cock, "... yes. Okay."

The slick sound of his stiff prick pounding into your puffy cunt is quite loud and you think that it could be possible that those on the line could hear this, along with the thud of his skin and balls as he rocks into you. Harry's breathing is also a little erratic and he's making tiny noises that could give him away.

You bring your free hand down to your clit and begin to rub. You've really needed an orgasm and you're going to make sure you have one today. Having Harry finally inside of you is a relief and you moan into his hand as your fingers are hitting your clit perfectly.

"We need to... talk to Tom..." Harry takes a second and clears his throat with a subtle moan as his thrusting becomes sloppy and a little shallow as he's trying to focus on getting the area around his frenulum the most attention so he can come.

You try to fuck yourself onto him, pushing back but he smacks you with the hand he hand holding at your hip and it's loud in the room.

"Oh, sorry. Dropped a thing here..." Harry continues pounding into you and you start to feel your orgasm now. You close your eyes and moan out loudly, but it's muffled by Harry's big palm.

"Uh, hold on a sec, I gotta," Harry is quick to remove his ear buds and and click at his computer to mute any sound and drops the mouse with a crash next to your head as he begins to punch into you with abandon. He starts to moan and he drops his hand from your mouth as you both come together.

He releases into you and coughs out a groan with his head hung back and mouth open.

"Fuck, daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Yes!" you yelp into the room at each of his hard thrusts. You are both quivering and moaning messes but Harry doesn't give you time to recover before he's pulling out and sitting back down at his chair and getting back to the call. You push yourself up from his desk and wobble out of his office with a smile on your face.

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track 5

harry styles x famous!reader

summary: you have been invited on the late late show to play spill your guts or fill your guts with your ex boyfriend harry. after the game he reveals something to you which makes you question everything. (this takes place just after fine line has come out)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: very slight smut at the end, eating gross food? idk

Sometimes, you did really question how you ended up in scenarios like the one you were currently in. You always knew that a downside of fame would be the appearances you would have to make and the awkward interviews you had to sit through but this was just pretty strange.

A movie you were starring in had just come out and you were incredibly proud of it. It was one of your best performances and there were rumours circulating of an Oscar nomination heading your way. You were going through a long week of press appearances and premiers but this appearance really topped them all.

You were currently sitting across from your ex-boyfriend, a table full of disgusting food between the two of you and a set of questions off to the side, which you knew would contain questions about your relationship. When your manager mentioned doing this segment and appearing on the Late Late Show, you had always presumed you would be doing this alongside James Corden. However, after you had agreed to it, your manager kindly let you know you would be interviewed by the one and only Harry Styles.

You and Harry had dated for about a year, and you had a very happy relationship together and still were friendly with each other. You hadn't had an explosive break-up that everyone had said you had, it was amicable. Both of your careers were dragging you in different directions and soon it became impossible to sustain a relationship. That didn't mean you weren't sad when it ended, you had loved Harry and the year you spent together had been one of the best of your life, but it just wasn't meant to be. You still texted him occasionally but you had pretty much removed yourself from his life, knowing it would be easier to get over him if you did. Since you broke up, he had gone on to release another album and you had starred in Little Women, one of the biggest films of the year.

You had to admit though, despite it being amicable between you and Harry, playing spill your guts or fill your guts with him wasn't at the top of your list of ideal interviews. You had had a slight temper tantrum with your manager when you found out until she told you to stop being childish and just to get on with it. You had huffed and whined about it but eventually just did what you were told, knowing you were more than capable of putting on a brave face and pretending to be happy for the camera. You were an actress after all.

You sent him a small smile as you lowered yourself into the seat opposite him, which he returned with a much cheekier smile. You realised he was enjoying watching you squirm and you weren't having any of it. Raising an eyebrow at him, you sent him a silent warning with your eyes but a warmer smile grew on your face. Despite everything you already felt comfortable around him, sort of falling back into the way you used to be with each other.

At that point the director came strolling up to you both, slightly smirking at the scene of the both of you eyeing each other up across the table.

"Right guys, I'm sure you already know the general gist of the game, but there's a pile of questions beside you and luckily for you, some disgusting food you get to eat on the table. When it's your turn, ask the other person a question and the other person can decide whether they want to answer the question or eat the food to avoid answering. Very simple. There's a bucket beside you to spit out any food, as well as a glass of water and a napkin. If at any point you feel really sick, please just raise your hand and we will halt filming. Hopefully, that won't happen though," he joked and both you and Harry didn't really smile back, not exactly thrilled about the idea of potentially throwing up on live TV.

"All good," he asked and you and Harry both nodded.

"Perfect. Ok you're on in a minute," he finished and rushed back over to his spot behind the camera. You adjusted your outfit. You now realise wearing a white suit was maybe not your best idea.

"You look beautiful," Harry muttered from across the table and your head snapped up.

"Oh, um, thank you. You look very smart too," you complimented back, checking out his brown suit and the way it hugged all his best features. He did look really good but you would never admit it to anyone.

"30 SECONDS PEOPLE," a crew member shouted and you gathered yourself, trying not to look too flustered at the fact that Harry had just called you beautiful.

"And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. Go Harry," the director called as you heard the theme song playing.

"Hello and welcome back! We are now joined by the lovely Y/N L/N!" Harry announced as the audience cheered. You smiled and waved into the camera, thanking the audience for their support.

"Now Y/N," he said turning dramatically to you and you couldn't help the small smile that grew on your face. He was a natural host. "How are you feeling about this."

"I can't believe I agreed to this really," you joked and the audience laughed.

"You haven't played this before," he asked and you shook your head.

"No first time," you said as you grimaced at the food.

"Ok so this is our first time..." he began and the audience whooped in response, both of you laughing as you clocked on to what Harry said.

"Not like that!" he teased and everyone laughed. "Ok, ok, settle down, let's take a look at what's on the table tonight."

He grabbed the table to begin swivelling it to show the audience.

"So first we have jellied moose nose," he announced and the audience groaned.

"Yeah, ew," Harry mimicked them as he moved the table to the next one and began reading out all the gross food on the table. Your stomach turned slightly at the thought of putting any of it in your mouth. Eventually, Harry finished going through the food and turned to you.

"Ok Y/N, you're going to go first, and just to clarify, the producers have not shown us the questions, correct?"

"Unfortunately they have not," you responded cheekily.

"Ok, so you'll choose the food I have to eat if I chose not to answer," and you agreed eagerly, sort of excited to start playing.

"Ok Harry, you're going to be eating... Fried Tarantula!" you announced moving the dish over to him and laughing as he groaned into his hands.

"Delightful, thanks Y/N," he bantered.

"No worries. Right," you leaned over and picked up a question, giggling to yourself when you read what was on it.

"Oh god," he muttered.

"I am 26 years old. Your friend, Emma Corrin, is also 26 years old. Who is the most talented 26-year-old?" you asked and the audience gasped as Harry threw his head back laughing.

"Come on!" he groaned as he picked up the knife and fork and cut a bit of the fried tarantula. You grimaced as he held it up to his mouth.

"Oh Harry," you sympathised and he looked at you deadpan.

"Yeah you feel bad now, don't you," he teased and you shrugged, very amused by the situation. You almost gagged as he quickly popped the tarantula into his mouth and chewed on it, his face scrunching up as he reached for the bin next to spit it out, the audience cheering loudly.

"Eww," you groaned, as Harry took a sip of water.

"Wow, that has an aftertaste!" he coughed as he took some more water. "Ok. Er... it will be a prawn smoothie for you," he grinned as he moved it over to you and you winced.

"Nooo, I hate prawns," you groaned as Harry picked up the question card.

"I know," he teased and the audience went mad. Rolling your eyes you waited for him to ask the question. He snorted as he read it and you were filled with dread.

"Rate all the One Direction members, from worst to best," he read and everyone cheered as you raised your eyebrows, trying to work out if you could answer this. You rested your chin in your hand as you thought about the question.

"I'm offended you're even thinking about this," he chastised, giving you that signature cheeky grin.

"I don't know how to answer it, you're all so nice," you tried and he shook his head.

"Ok," Harry said sarcastically, not believing a word you were saying.

"Shut up! You are!" you exclaimed and he chuckled.

"Drink the smoothie," he told you and you shook your head.

"No!"

"Go on then answer!" he kept pushing you, with the audience egging you on.

"Ok um... from worst to best...uh... ok," you stuttered and Harry groaned.

"Come on!" he said as the audience cheered louder.

"Liam, Zayn, Louis, Niall, Harry," you quickly rushed out and the audience screamed in delight while you buried your hands in your face.

"I haven't met Liam or Zayn, it's not personal," you explained and Harry shrugged.

"I'm first, that's all that matters," he smirked and the audience went wild again as you blushed a bright red, begging Harry with your eyes to move on.

"Right, for that, you're gonna be eating some bull testicles," you shot back, swivelling the gross-looking food in front of him and he pulled a face when he saw them.

"Mmm lovely," he said as you reached for the next card, heart racing a bit when you read what was on it. Harry looked nervous at your reaction and you wickedly grinned at him.

"I've actually really wanted to know this," you started and he gulped, genuinely worried about what you were going to ask.

"Which songs on Fine Line were about me?" you questioned and everyone lost it. You were giggling away as Harry clapped a hand over his face, the audience begging him to answer. You knew there was no way on earth he would answer and you were right as he pulled the napkin out with a flourish and tucked it into his shirt, poking the testicles around with his fork, staring at them disgusted.

"So er... I'd say track..." he teased and you laughed loudly.

"Just don't look at it," you tried.

"Oh yeah, that fixes everything," he scoffed as he cut a little bit of the testicles onto his fork. He sat there sighing for a bit, staring at the gross food on his fork.

"What are we doing?" he pondered and you chuckled. Quickly, he lifted the fork up to his mouth and popped the food in, grimacing immediately as the taste hit his tongue. After chewing a bit, he spat it out, almost gagging.

"The texture was just horrible, ugh," he gagged as you chuckled, very much enjoying this now.

"Y/N. For this question, I am going to give you... some ant soup," he said as he moved the grey-looking liquid in front of you.

"Ugh, I'm not eating that," you groaned and Harry picked up the card, cackling as he read it.

"Think you might be love. You are one of the most recognised actresses in the world, who is the worst person you have ever worked with?" he asked and you buried your face in your hands, realising there was no way you could answer this.

"Who is itttt?" Harry teased as you glared at him, tentatively picking up the spoon.

"I can't answer that," you said as you quickly spooned the disgusting soup into your mouth. It was worse than you imagined, you quickly swallowed it and then reached over for the water, chugging it to rid your mouth of the taste. Harry was laughing the whole time as your face screwed up in disgust.

"That was horrific," you gasped as you stopped drinking water.

"To be fair, watching you eat that made me feel sick," Harry sympathised.

"Ok," you said as you gathered yourself. "Uh Harry, you shall be having some fish eyes tonight," you chose as you spun the table around and he groaned.

"Lovely, can't wait."

"Alright," you said as you reached for the card, smiling when you read the question. "If you get this wrong, I'll be very upset. Before the show today, you said you had thoroughly enjoyed my recent movie, Little Women. Which March sister did I play in the movie?" you asked and the audience all began whispering, paying keen attention to Harry to see if he knew the answer.

"Oh god," he teased, pretending to have a real think about it and you pretended to act annoyed.

"Oh come off it Harry," you sighed as he pretended to deliberate for a bit longer.

"You played Meg March," he said seriously and your jaw dropped. He'd actually got it wrong. Then suddenly his face broke into a grin and you realised he'd been messing with you.

"Only joking, you played Jo!" he teased and the audience all applauded him for getting it right while you scowled at him.

"I actually thought you didn't know the answer for a second there," you giggled as he clapped his hands in delight and turned to the camera.

"That was Spill your Guts or Fill your Guts, we'll be right back with more Late Late Show!" he exclaimed as the audience cheered loudly and the camera's panned away. As they called cut, you and Harry were ushered to the side where you were offered water and gum to get the horrible taste out of your mouths. You laughed along with him as you recalled the horrific things you ate as you prepared yourselves for the interview section of the show. Just as you were about to go back on, a wave of confidence came over you and you stepped up beside Harry.

"So which tracks was it?" you questioned and he looked down at you and smirked.

"Most of them," he said sincerely and you were taken aback slightly, not expecting that at all.

"Really?" you exhaled, suddenly feeling quite nervous.

"Bar a couple, most of them were about you. Track 5 in particular, your voice is literally at the end of it," he chuckled and you shrugged.

"I haven't heard that one," you whispered, ashamed that you hadn't properly listened to the whole album yet, even though Harry had already seen your new movie. However, he didn't look offended at all.

"Go listen to it. I've gotta go back on but you have a couple minutes. Enjoy," he said as he winked at you, slipping back through the curtains to set up. You quickly scrambled about on your phone, willing Spotify to load so you could listen to it. You clicked on the song called Cherry and the music started floating out of the phone speaker.

By the end of it, you were a wreck, you had no idea Harry missed you so much. You began reading the lyrics for his other songs on the album and realised how many of them pertained to you. The album was mostly about you.

"Fuck," you whispered as you quickly snuck outside and went over to where Harry was sitting.

"Drinks after this?" you whispered in his ear and he nodded quickly, trying to stop the grin that was fighting its way onto his face.

"Cool," you said as you rushed backstage again, nervously wringing your hands.

You tried to keep your cool throughout the interview, but all you could think about was the songs that Harry had written you. Your head was a bit of a mess and Harry could see that, but he made sure that he focused on the questions he was asking you and you gave pretty good responses, all things considered. After the interview and the show had wrapped, you quickly went back to your dressing room, to get your mic off and then you began listening to the entirety of the album. Sunflower was your favourite, the tune reminding you of early mornings in your kitchen with Harry. A knock on your door pulled you out of your stupor and you opened it nervously to be met by a grinning Harry.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked referring to the fact that Cherry was on repeat for the 4th time this evening. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff.

"Come on H. I think we've got a lot to talk about," you acknowledged as you headed out the door and he nodded as he followed you.

You talked all evening. You talked about how you both desperately missed each other and how you had both been really sad when you broke up but you agreed that it had been right at the time. You talked about what you had been up to in the year and a half you had been apart. Harry talked about writing the album and how, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get you out of his head when he wrote the songs which is why so many were inspired by you. You mentioned the guy you had briefly gone out with and Harry's eyes darkened and he told you that that was why he wrote Cherry. He told you that it had been one of the sadder periods of the last year when he really thought it was completely over between the two of you and there was no chance of reconciliation. He opened up about the fact he had never really left you entirely and he always still had one foot through the door. You agreed and said you had been in denial for a while that it was truly over. It was getting late in the night when you both looked at each other and realised you had spent the last 4 hours going in circles and avoiding the most important question that was hanging over the both of you.

"I don't think I want us to be apart again," Harry mumbled and you nodded. Both of you were a bit tipsy and feeling quite emotional.

"Neither do I. I should never have let you go," you admitted and Harry cursed under his breath.

"Y/N I... I never stopped loving you. I don't know what the future has in store for us but I just know that I want you in it," he professed and you were quite taken aback. The chat had taken quite a turn.

"Please say something, love," he begged as he reached across the table to take your hand.

"I miss you," you blurted out. "I miss you so much it hurts and I want to be with you again. I never stopped loving you either."

"Come back to me Y/N," he whispered and you nodded, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms again. He tugged on your hand and you rose up out of your seat and walked over to settle on his lap. You didn't care that you were in the middle of the bar as you crashed your lips into his, savouring every moment with him. You couldn't believe this was happening but a small part of you always knew you would find your way back to each other. You were made for each other

And, that night as Harry had you on your kitchen counter with his head buried between your thighs, he looked up at you cheekily again.

"You know, you heavily inspired a certain song on that album," he smirked and you rolled your eyes knowing where he was going with this.

"Harry I swear to god if you say I inspired..." you started but he cut you off.

"Watermelon Sugar," he grinned and lowered his head back onto your folds again. You couldn't even lament him for it, as your moans filled the kitchen and your heart swelled to the point you thought it would burst.

You were home.

turns out, i can actually write shortish fics. this popped into my head one day and i knew i had to write it. i hope you enjoy!!!

sloane xx

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