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special brownies [weedrry]
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authors note: i came up with this idea very randomly and i have written it as fast as i possibly could lmao anyway, the whole thing is about accidentally getting stoned, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read! if it doesn't, enjoy <333
word count: 2,396
warnings: mentions and use of weed (edibles), being high, swearing, kissing, biting, unprotected sex, bit of dirty talk.
summary: harry and y/n accidentally eat their roommates special brownies.
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It’s been a long week and Y/N is feeling it. Between classes and shifts at the cafe, her feet are sore and her mind is tired. She wants nothing more than to cuddle up on the sofa with a good tv show and pass the fuck out.
And tonight is supposed to be her lucky night. Tom has a night shift and Harry has a hot date. No boys, no roommates, no interruptions.
There’s just something about knowing she’s got the flat to herself all night long, and she can lounge about like the lazy girlie her heart yearns to be.
She starts with a long, relaxing her aching body in the hot soapy water until her skin begins to prune. Y/N takes extra time to moisturise her body and brush her hair. Even treats herself to a face mask while she does so.
When she leaves the bathroom, it’s almost 7 p.m. and Tom has already left for work. The apartment is clean, and most importantly, quiet.
She’s a bit too excited in her movement to the sofa, a squeal slipping from her lips. Too caught up in her head, she doesn’t notice Harry leaning against his bedroom door, arms folded across his chest.
It’s not until he clears his throat that Y/N jumps out of her little happy dance with a scream. A smirk sits on his lips, amused by the way she scowls at him.
“What the hell are you doing here! You’re supposed to be out on a date!”
Her tone is accusing, pointer finger jabbing at the air in his direction. She notices his attire; grey shorts and a white hoodie. Y/N’s shoulders slump.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she huffs.
“What? I thought you liked hanging out with me?” Harry follows her to the sofa, sitting on  the opposite end of her.
Y/N crosses her arms furiously. “I do! But I was so excited to have the flat to myself for just one night.”
Harry’s brows are raised suggestively, that sick fucking smirk on his lips again. Y/N lunges a pillow at his face. “Not for those reasons, you perv.”
He barks out a laugh, hugging the pillow close to his chest as he props his feet up and on Y/N’s lap. He watches how her bottom lip pouts out and his face softens.
“Look, if you want me to fuck off out for the evening, I can.” Harry offers.
She scoffs. “That is what you were supposed to be doing.” A moment of silence passes and she sighs. “Sorry, that came out rude. I'm not about to kick you out of your own flat – though I am going to force you to watch the last three episodes of The Rookie with me.”
Harry makes no attempt to hide the groan that follows her words. It’s not that he doesn’t like the show, it’s that he hates the show. He’ll never understand Y/N’s weird obsession with emergency services.
First, it was Criminal Minds, then a month later she binge watched 9-1-1 Lone Star in six days. Now she’s on the newest season of The Rookie and he’s sure she only started season one at the beginning of the month?
“Do we have to?” he grumbles.
Y/N throws another pillow at him. “Yes. You’re the one interrupting my night, you could at least do it quietly… and with snacks.”
Her voice trails off at the end of her sentence and Harry has to bite back a grin. She could never be mad at Harry, she loves him and his company far too much. Tom, on the other hand… yeah, she would definitely be mad if it was him crashing her lazy girl night.
Harry stands from the sofa, wandering through to the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of water in one hand and scans his eyes through the cupboards in search for a suitable snack.
They’ve not been shopping for a few days, so there’s only some dry crackers, a half-eaten bag of cashew nuts (ew, Tom), and granola. Harry contemplates ubering some cookies and milkshakes when his eyes land on a bakery box on top of the microwave.
He squints as he reads the writing on the top of the box.
Tom’s. DO NOT EAT!
Harry flips the lid, six thick slices of dewey chocolate brownies. They’re like fucking slabs… he’s sure Tom won’t mind if he and Y/N share just one between them.
He pops a (massive) slice on a plate and toddles back to the kitchen. The show is paused on the opening scene, Y/N shuffled to get comfortable on the sofa. She raises a brow at the snack in question.
“We’re sharing a brownie?”
Harry huffs as he sits. “S’all we’ve got in the kitchen, and they’re Tom’s. Didn’t wanna take the piss when his little sticky note clearly says DO NOT TOUCH!”
Y/N snorts, breaking the brownie in half and handing Harry the bigger slice. She takes a bite, face screwing slightly.
“These taste a little funny… nutmeg, maybe?”
She turns to Harry who doesn’t say anything and still hasn’t taken the brownie. The look on his face irks her. She huffs, swallowing. “I feel bad that your date cancelled on you.”
His eyebrows almost raise to his hairline. “And what makes you think she was the one to cancel?”
“Was she?” Y/N asks.
Harry takes the brownie with a sigh. “Yeah.”
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They can’t stop fucking giggling.
The show is long forgotten about, has been for the past thirty minutes. They’re both feeling warm. Harry stripped from his jumper and Y/N changed into some little shorts and one of Harry’s baggy t-shirts.
Neither of them know where this amusement came from, but there is absolutely no calming either of them down. They’re sneakily sharing a second slice of Tom’s brownies; eyes on the door in case for some reason, he comes home an hour after his shift has started.
“They taste so weird, but I can’t stop eating it.”
Harry chokes out a laugh, eyes welling with tears because he just finds Y/N so fucking funny tonight.
She’s a mess too, eyes squinted and shoulders hunched as she laughs uncontrollably. They’re both crossed-legged on the living room floor, knees knocking gently.
The more she chews, the more she begins to recognise that unfamiliar taste… the way it lingers on her tongue. Her laughter slows for a moment, as if realisation is beginning to dawn on her.
She stares at Harry with wide eyes and parted lips, mouth still full.
“Oh, my god.”
“What?”
“They’re fucking weed brownies!”
Harry can’t breathe, struggles to look away from the fear and shock on Y/N’s face. His whole body begins to shake with laughter and Y/N finds herself following.
“Harry, it’s not funny!” she shrieks. “This is so bad, Harry.”
She’s laughing through her words. Even she can’t take herself seriously in this state.
“D’you wanna play Just Dance?”
Harry’s words only make her laugh harder. The remainder of her brownie is thrown at his naked torso. Harry wastes no time to tackle her to the ground, hovering between her legs as he tickles her sides.
He's blowing raspberries on her neck, eliciting loud cackles from her mouth. Y/N tugs at his hair, her legs flailing around his hips when he nips at the skin on her throat.
They don’t say anything. She continues to chuckle, and Harry continues to bite.
Their laughter has fizzled out into breathy giggles. Neither of them are sure when Harry’s bites turned into kisses. When their fingers became intertwined. When her legs closed around his middle.
And neither of them say a fucking thing about it.
Harry’s lips travel up her neck and across her jaw. She finds his mouth feverishly, nothing but tongue and teeth but to the pair of them, it’s the best kiss they’ve ever had.
They’re needy, hot and wanton all of a sudden. Like a switch has been flipped and they’re clinging to one another like lifelines.
Harry holds her hands above her head, fingers tangled. He’s hard, rock hard. Pressing into Y/N’s tiny fucking shorts so much he’s sure he can feel her arousal through both of their clothes.
He ruts against her, testing the waters. The moan he receives sends all blood down south. He’s always known sex to be incredible when you’re high. The thought of him sharing it with her? God, he could bust there and then.
He releases her hands so he can feel up her thighs, skin hot and smooth. Their lips don’t separate, not once. She lets her hands fall into his curls, nails scratching at his scalp and she tugs at the roots.
Harry’s moaning into her mouth, eager and desperate for more. He takes her shorts off quickly and strategically. So quickly that she doesn’t notice until she feels a cool breeze between her thighs.
Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head, more than ready for whatever the fuck he wants to do to her.
They haven’t hesitated, not once. Not until Harry's hands are at the waistband of his shorts and he wonders if he should grab a condom or just go down on her. He knows she’s on the pill, just like they both know they’re both clean.
Harry gets tested once a month and Y/N doesn’t sleep around.
She answers his inner turmoil for him and tugs his shorts down the best she can. Harry breaks the kiss for a split second to tug his shorts to his knees. He’s back to kissing her as quickly as he pulled away, tongue against hers. Hot and messy.
Y/N feels his tip twitch against her clit, an airy sigh echoing into Harry’s mouth. He lets his fingers swirl around her wetness, smearing it across her smooth cunt and coating his thick shaft in her arousal.
They’re panting messes, eager, desperate and horny.
When he lines himself at her entrance, she locks her legs around his waist. Harry bumps forward, a shrill cry slipping from between their lips at the sensation of one another.
Harry wants to give her a moment to adjust, but Y/N doesn’t. She wants it hot and hard. She wants the pain. She wants to feel every fucking inch of him.
She probably should’ve warned Harry how she gets when she’s high. How much of a whiny, cock-hungry whore she can become. Then again, how was she supposed to know they’d accidentally eat their roommates special brownies?
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Harry chokes as he bottoms out.
Y/N’s struggling to catch her breath but she’s never loved the burn in her lungs more. “Fuck me, H.”
He twitches inside her. “Fuck me hard.”
His hips begin to roll, cock nuzzling itself deep inside her. He can feel everything. Every bump, dip, swell. God, she’s fucking soaked, leaking down to the floor but neither of them care.
Harry slowly begins to quicken his pace, arms bent at the elbows either side of Y/N’s head to prop himself up. She doesn’t loosen her legs around his hips. She needs him as close as he can possibly get.
Even his cock buried to the brim in her cunt isn’t enough. She needs his soul touching hers.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“Yeah?” she breathes. “You gonna fuck my tight cunt, baby? Fuck me like you own me.”
He can’t believe his fucking ears. He’s always found Y/N attractive, but never in his wildest fucking dreams did he expect her to be this goddamn filthy.
Harry loves it.
His thrusts grow harsher. She has no time to catch her breath between hits, her mouth in a constant state of slack – eyes rolled back and eyebrows pinched.
“My perfect little cunt.” Harry seethes.
The noises of her pussy are like electric waves in Harry’s ears. He feels them in his soul, like sparks and jolts. He’s never felt more alive.
He’s fucking into her manically. Behind closed eyes all he can see shapes and colours of need and desire. Sex has always been good, always been great high. But this? Fuck, he’s never felt something so otherwordly.
He never wants it to end, wants to spend the rest of his life fucking her like a whore. She’s tugging his hair, likely making his scalp bleed but he loves it. He’d bleed a fucking river just to feel her cunt around him again.
“I’m gonna come!”
Her words awaken something animalistic within Harry. Like his life depends on feeling her release around him – like it’s what he was born to experience.
He chases her high, nipping and suckling on her neck, fucking into her cunt as fast as his restrained hips will allow. Y/N’s a blubbering mess, a sight Harry never wants to forget.
Fuck, he doesn’t think he could if he tried. This will forever be etched into his mind – her face, her body, her perfect cunt. Jesus, he’s never been so into sex in his life.
Her body begins to tremble uncontrollably, legs locked tight around his middle as she cries his name and pours over him.
Harry’s gruff and desperate moans mix with hers. She’s impossibly tighter, squeezing him; begging him to never let her feel anything but full ever again.
Harry wants to die buried in her cunt.
It takes every single fucking ounce of willpower he has to pull out and release across her thighs – painting the filthiest picture anyone could imagine.
It’s a struggle for either of them to catch their breaths. Hot and heavy panting that soon turns into light laughter, that even sooner, turns into contagious giggles.
Their bodies shake with every chuckle, Harry’s mouth ghosting hers until he nips on her bottom lip.
“We are never to talk about this, understood?”
He grins widely. “Whatever you want, Princess.”
She hums, eyes full of lust. Harry’s still achingly hard, despite coming more than he ever has before. He dips his head to her neck, sucking at her soft skin. His cock twitches against her thigh and she breathes deeply, blinks slowly.
“You wanna go again?” his voice is muffled by her neck.
She grins, legs wrapping back around his middle.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
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ex-boyfriend!harry x you
just a lil somethin somethin. wrote this super quick and didn’t proof read it so !!!! basically just smut with a lil bit of a plot, didn’t go into too much detail w the plot. just was in a….mood if you know what i mean HAHAHA.
wc: 2.8k
tw: ex-boyfriend!harry, smut 18+, squirting if you squint, unprotected sex, p in v. use protection kids!!!
bad idea, right?
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The bass through the speaker in the bar turns to muffled bumps as you look down at your phone and see a text from your former boyfriend, blood draining from your face, from your brain and you can't form a coherent thought. Just his name that you never deleted from your contact list. It had been six months since the tumultuous end that you never wanted to think about. You stared at it for so long that the letters of his name blurred together. 
Harry. 
Yes with just a period, because you had removed the emoji you reserved just for him, a giraffe from some inside joke the two of you shared. You had wondered then if he kept the teddy bear by yours or if he removed it like you had, erasing that part of your relationship from his memory. 
You remind yourself not to think of it that way. It was over. Six months ago, when he came home and said he just didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore with no explanation. He packed and left the same night. You didn’t stop him…how could you have, when he was so hellbent on leaving? You just wanted him to be happy, if he decided it wasn’t with you, you had to learn to be okay with that.
Your finger hovers over the message, wanting nothing more than to open it and see if he finally decided to give you the clarification you were desperate for. You glance around briefly, looking to see if any one of your friends was near. If they saw this they would freak. They’d yell and scream at you to delete it without opening it. 
You knew you couldn’t. 
The coast was clear and you inhale deeply, holding it in until the message was open. 
From: Harry.
“Hey.”
Just one simple word. Chewing on the inside of your lip, you type back.
To: Harry.
“Hi.”
Three gray dots show up on the screen almost instantly, like he was watching the message thread and waiting for you to respond while you were having a crisis on the other end. You drum your fingers against the back of your phone, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you watch them disappear and reappear, as if he was typing and rethinking whatever he was saying. Then it finally shows up. 
From: Harry.
“Busy?”
Yet another message with one single word. Narrowing your eyes, you quickly type back that you were at the bar with your friends. The typing bubble comes up again, but he doesn’t seem to hesitate on sending this time because the only thing that comes up is an address. Assuming it’s his new place, you look around for your friends but don’t see them in your line of sight. 
You argue back and forth with the angel and devil perched on your shoulders. You know this means he wants you to come over. But it’s a bad idea, right? On the other hand you miss him, more than you ever missed anyone, and not getting to tell him how much you loved him when he left made it impossible to forget him. 
Just one time wouldn’t hurt, right?
Your phone buzzes in your hand, his name lighting up your phone in a different way this time. You press the green button without hesitation, putting a hand over your other ear to hear him better. But the other end of the line is silent, save for his breathing. Neither of you wanted to be the first to speak. Then he clears his throat.
“Come over.” He’s almost begging, and you sense some undertone in his plea. “Please. Just miss you.” He admits and the alcohol clouding your mind makes it sound like honey dripping from his tongue and you don’t question it. 
“Miss you too.” You slur, twisting a strand of hair through your fingers and looking towards the floor. “I’ll be there in 20.” You say without thinking about it and hang up quickly. 
You don’t waste time, leaving the bar and typing his address into your phone to get directions. On the way over, you think about turning around and going home, because this is crazy. You swore you were done with him, you didn’t beg him to stay, didn’t beg him to come back…and yet you’re unsure why it was so easy for you to come to his beck and call at your expense. 
You decide that it would be a problem for you to figure out when you’re sober.
You pull up in front of his place in a quaint little neighborhood, one you never imagined he would be living in. Sitting in your car for a moment, mustering up the courage to go knock was proving to be difficult but you take a deep breath and get out anyway. Standing in front of his door, you only get one knock in before he’s swinging the door open, not wasting any time like he was waiting there for you the entire time.
He’s there, standing in front of you, dressed in nothing but those goddamn gray sweats that seem to leave nothing to imagination and your brain sends itself into overdrive. It was like you were seeing him for the first time, and he was you. Looking at each other wordlessly, it seems to say everything the two of you need. You could see it in his eyes—longing, lust and a hint of repentance swirling in his gaze, but you know you’re not here for that. 
He surges forward, and you meet him in the middle. When your lips meet, you forget he isn’t yours anymore. Your heart melts along with your body pressing into him as your tongues dance together and heat swirls below your navel. It’s anything but gentle, teeth clashing together and tugging on his hair at the nape of his neck. His fingers tangle in strands of your hair, tightening his grip at the root and you whimper into his mouth. He backs into the foyer, bringing you with him without detaching his lips from yours. He lowers himself, tapping the sides of your thighs gently and wrapping his hands ‘round the backs of them and you know what he wants you to do. You jump slightly and he lifts you as you wrap your legs around his hips and he shuts the door, backing you into it and you arch your back, pushing your chest against his. You finally pull away from the kiss, needing to catch your breath. He doesn’t say anything, attaching his lips to your pulse point and lightly nipping at the skin there and you let a whine escape, leaning your head back to give him more access.
“Har.” Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth gritting at the marks he’s leaving on your skin, pain morphing into pleasure that clouds your senses. 
“Missed you so much, dovey. Can’t believe I let you fucking go.” He mutters against your collarbone between kisses. 
“Please.” You breathe out, and he brings his gaze to meet yours now. Using the door for leverage, he brings one hand up, drawing over your lips with his thumb and you part them for him. Placing the pad of his thumb against your tongue, you wrap your lips around his digit and suck lightly, hollowing your cheeks and his eyes flutter as he leans his forehead against yours.
“Fuck, angel. Missed this pretty mouth too.” He pants and pulls his thumb from your mouth, rubbing your own salivation over your lips. 
“Why am I here if you’re not going to fuck me?” You manage to ask, wanting to cut to the chase and still a little breathless. He grins.
“Who said I wasn’t? Just wanna take you in first. Didn’t think you’d show up.” 
“Well, I did. Please fuck me. Need it so much, Harry.” You beg and his grin grows. Carrying you, he walks you through the unfamiliar layout of his house until you reach the bedroom and he’s laying you down gently, climbing over you and kissing over exposed skin. His fingers dance under the hem of your shirt, sliding under and he palms over your tits and squeezing lightly. Your hands find his face in the dark and pull his lips to yours again.
The kiss is only brief, he stands and pushes his sweats off his body, kicking the material from his legs and he works on undressing you. He pulls your shirt over your head and immediately his fingers flick the button of your jeans open, pulling them and your panties off in one go. When he climbs back over you, you trail your hands from his chest to his navel, wrapping one hand around his cock and tugging gently. Thumbing over the tip, collecting the evidence of his own arousal. He swears under his breath, chest heaving at your gentleness and you don’t really want to waste any more time. You line him up with your entrance, forgoing any foreplay for the sake of just needing him to fill you like you’ve been craving. He seems to understand the desire you feel, slowly pushing into you and dropping his head to your chest. 
“Fucking missed this.” He says through gritted teeth, following his words with a garbled groan as he slides into you. You can only muster a whimper in response, the feel of him stretching you open leaving your brain fuzzy and unable to form a coherent thought and all you know is him…his touch…his cock. He stills when he reaches the hilt, warming himself inside you and he brings his head up to look at you underneath him. He can’t help but take in your flushed cheeks and your eyes squeezed shut, and he just loves how pretty you look like this. Like an angel. He pulls out to the tip and without warning drives into you over and over, hips meeting yours and his mouth pulls up at the corner at the noises you can’t hold in.
“Heard you fucking went out with Nathan.” He seethes and your eyes fly open at his claim. He knows you weren’t expecting him to bring it up with his dick inside you, but you know where he’s going. “Did he fuck you like this? Did he fill you like I can, pretty girl?” You can’t seem to find it in you to answer, lost in how he makes you feel. And you did sleep with Nathan, but you weren’t exactly sure how Harry knew that. 
“Answer me, baby.” He purrs against the skin under your ear, lips brushing against you as he whispers in your ear and you shake your head.
“N-no. Nobody—fuck—nobody does it like you.” It was the truth. Harry just knew how to satisfy you in a way no other man could. He knew you like the back of his hand, knew the spots that would make you scream his name…knew how to work you up just right until you were squirming just from his touch. 
“That’s right. Nobody fucking does it like me, dovey.” He’s relentless with his pace, looking for one outcome and one outcome only. He hits a spot deep inside your pussy over and over until you feel that all too familiar pressure building in your core. Your fingernails scrape over his back, clawing and holding him closer to you. 
“Har, m’gonna—” You can’t get the full sentence from your throat, your moan muffled as you bite onto his shoulder.
“I know it, angel. Fucking give it to me. Wanna feel you soaking me.” 
So you do, you let go and the pressure releases and you’re crying out and he’s got a smirk plastered on his face knowing no one but him can make you feel this way. You’re holding your breath and he’s tapping your face lightly to bring you back down to earth. 
“Breathe, dove.” He encourages and you exhale, chest deflating and your body goes limp from exhaustion. He fucks into you slower now, allowing you to recover and you give him a tired smile. His movements halt and he lifts your hips from the mattress, wrapping his arms around you and splaying his hands across your back while he kisses you again and again, pecking lightly until you’re giggling. 
Without pulling out of you, he pulls you to his chest and rolls until you’re on top of him, the shift in position pushing his cock in a little bit further. Your limbs are jelly and you steady yourself by flattening your palms on his chest. You roll your hips lazily, clit rubbing over his skin and making yourself shudder. You clench around him as his head drops back against the headboard, eyes rolling back from pleasure. His hands find your hips and squeeze, dimpling the supple skin. His fingers digging into your flesh burns but he knows this is how you like it, he knows that you like it best when it hurts just a little bit. Love looking in the mirror and seeing the evidence of his touches all over you.
He guides you the way he wants, rolling your hips over his cock before helping you bounce, ass meeting the top of his thighs so deliciously. It’s slow at first, then you find your own rhythm and fuck his cock into you and he’s a mess underneath you now. Praising you and roaming his hands from your ribs down to the swell of your ass. 
“Doing so fucking good, angel—taking me so well. Know you were made just for me.” His teeth clench together and his jaw ticks. “Can I cum in your pretty pussy, baby?” 
“God yes, Harry. Please.” You beg him and he nods, chuckling and throwing his head back once more. His hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him forcefully and you whine. 
“You’re a fucking dream, dove. So good to me even when I don’t deserve it.” He holds you there and he takes over, bucking his hips so he’s fucking you again and holds you just where he wants you. It doesn’t take much more before you feel him twitching inside you and feel the warmth of his cum spilling into you and it sends you over again, coil snapping as you pulse around him. You kiss over his neck as he rides you both through the high.
You stay there for a moment wrapped up in eachother, skin sticky with sweat and chests heaving together with pants and short breaths. Your head rests on his collarbone and you draw circles over the swallow on his chest and his fingers find a path on your spine, running down before coming back up. It was fast and quick and everything you needed. He turns his head and nudges you with his nose, pressing his lips to your skin and breathing in.
“I’m sorry.” You hear him whisper against your temple. Your eyes look up at him and feel your heart melting at the sight of him, sweaty and euphoric with his curls sticking to his forehead. 
“We don’t have to talk about it right now.” You mutter. “Just let me pretend the past six months didn’t happen for a little while longer.” He nods, pecking your temple once more, then twice. Exhaustion takes over your mind and you’re almost asleep on his chest when the shrill ring of your phone brings you to a panic.
You jump off of him, searching on the floor for your phone and when you find it you see it's a friend calling you. You swear under your breath, heart pounding in your chest when you realize you forgot to tell them you were leaving. You press the button and bring it to your ear as Harry flicks on his bedside lamp and illuminates the room with a soft glow. 
“Hello?” You say, calming yourself and trying not to sound too casual. 
“Where are you?” She asks curtly, and you curse yourself again for not mentioning you were leaving sooner.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling well and left. I tried to find you but I couldn’t. Then I forgot to text. I’m sorry.” You lie and she’s silent on the other end for a beat.
“So you’re home?” 
“Yeah.” Another lie. They didn’t have to know you were in Harry’s bed. Not yet at least. You’d tell them eventually. Just not right now. You chew on the inside of your lip, and look over at Harry who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You roll your eyes at him and bite back your own grin. 
“Okay. Well…feel better I guess.” She says and hangs up. You let go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 
You knew it was a bad idea.
Yet you didn’t seem to care as you crawled between his sheets and went to sleep.
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birdy [Pilot!harry x teacher!y/n]
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synopsis: it’s the 1950s. harry's had a hard life and y/n just wants the truth
word count: 12.3k
contains: fluff, angst, childhood trauma, nightmares, abusive father, neglectful parents, grovelling, smut (size kink, tiny praise kink, breeding kink, oral m receiving)
this is part 3 of the aviator read part 2 here
this could have gone one of two ways...
. . .
Y/N was convinced that returning to the airbase took only half as much time as the journey to reach the campsite. She hated hiking, even more so after this trip, but she had places to be so she charged down the trail all the way back to the airbase. The clouds overhead seemed to mirror her anger, morphing into shades of grey, empathising with her mood. 
“Y/N, Harry went back earlier this morning. We came back from the bonfire and he was hyperventilating and shit. Thought he was gonna pass out so me and Pat went to get him some water but when we got back he was gone.” Sonny had told her when she had asked why Harry was missing. 
Y/N’s mind instantly went to the night she had woken up to one of Harry’s nightmares. She wondered whether or not that had something to do with his sudden disappearance. However, it didn't seem to cool the anger she felt that seemingly continued to grow with every fueled step she took back towards Offutt. 
As she made it out of the clearing, she noticed a figure sitting under a tree in the distance. She paused, squinting her eyes and immediately recognising those broad shoulders and that head full of brunette curls. Now that she could finally see him, she wondered if it would be better to just let him sit and wallow in whatever guilt he may or may not be feeling but she considered confronting things like this as self-care and she wouldn’t allow herself to return home without knowing why she had woken up alone this morning. 
She ignored the droplets of rain that began to fall slowly from the sky. Instead, she trudged through the slightly muddy grass. Y/N caught his head turn as though he sensed her incoming. He shot up, standing tall and began to walk towards her. 
Harry couldn’t even react when he saw the anger radiating from her face. He knew what he had done and there was no good reason for it, “Y/N-”
When she was finally in front of him, Y/N took a deep breath to steady herself. “Don’t ever disrespect me like that again,” she said firmly, her voice carrying her emotions. Then, turning away, she began to walk away from him. 
She felt a hand wrap around her wrist but she tugged it, breaking free from his grip, “No,” She turned around to face him, “You walk away from me, I walk away from you.” It’s what she planned to do all along, make him realise how much it hurt to have someone turn their back on you.
Harry’s heart seemed to crack as her voice trembled, “Y/N,” 
“Why?” Her bottom lip wobbled but she held her breath, trying to be stronger than him, “Why would you do that? Y’know, I’ve put a lot of faith in you Harry, I trusted you. People labelled you so many things and I always backed you up but that was just…Mean. You are being mean.” 
“I know, I know,” Harry said, which only fuelled her anger even more. He had no idea what it felt like to wake up alone, especially after admitting something so honest. 
“You have no idea,” Her voice raised, “You have no idea what that felt like because you will always be the person who leaves.” 
Harry couldn’t seem to find the words. She was right and finally seeing him how he saw himself. There was nothing good about him and he had been told that his entire life by all the people he cared about. Everything he loved as a child was taken away from him with claw marks all over them. He had been forced to grow up, leave home and raise three kids. He knew one day that they too would be taken away from him- they’d find better people, a happier life -  and he would be left with nothing because it was all that he had known and all that he had deserved. 
Y/N couldn’t seem to fathom how he stood there in complete silence. The silence seemed to birth a new feeling inside her, another seed planted in her slow-burning heartbreak. 
Until His voice murmured something, barely audible to her ear, "It was you."
She stilled, “What?” 
His head lifted and she finally got to see him through the fog of anger. His cheeks were tear stained, his eyes red-rimmed and tired like he had barely slept. His hair looked as though he had run his fingers through them one too many times. “In my nightmare, it was you.” He confessed. 
Y/N was struggling to breathe, “What are you talking about?” She whispered, her eyes glassy.
“I haven’t experienced it that way in so long, I-I thought I was okay now.” Harry's chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.
“What did they do to you?” Y/N took a step forward. 
“I thought I was at home. I-I was in my room in my own body and my pops was there sitting in his armchair. He wouldn’t stop laughing at me and then I looked down and saw y’ on the floor,” Harry inhaled sharply like he was picturing the moment as he was re-calling it, “I tried to wake y’ up but you wouldn’t reply, y’ wouldn’t wake up and he was just sat there laughing and laughing. I was calling for help but no one could hear me and t-then he started saying I did it.”
Y/N couldn’t hold back her tears anymore as Harry began to cry. She wanted to reach out for him, to remove every bad thing that had ever happened to him and replace them with good. 
“He said it was me who hurt you,” He cried, “I tried to save you Y/N but I couldn’t and he was just laughing.” 
“Harry,” Y/N whispered, grabbing his hand and feeling him grip her fingers so tightly she thought it would cut off the circulation.
“I woke up outside,” He murmured, sniffling, “I was sitting out somewhere in the morning and Sonny and Patsy found me. I could hardly catch m’breath and they went off to get something that’d help but I was too ashamed. I couldn’t face them and I couldn’t face you either.” 
"Why?" Y/N couldn't help but ask, despite all the times she had promised him she would be there for him.
Harry's gaze fell to the ground as he struggled to find the words. “Because,” He huffed, trying to smile but he just looked broken, “What’s a girl like you doing with someone like me? God, I love you so much Y/N. I’ve never loved anybody in m’ whole life and the only thing I know about it is that y’ give the people y’ love what they are most deserving of and you deserve so much more than what I can give.” 
Y/N’s lips parted but he continued, “I have nothing. I am nobody. Outside of this place, I have nothing. I come from a family of nobodies and you…you are everything.” 
Y/N’s heart ached with every word he spoke and the vulnerability and pain on his face. She felt as though he was cutting himself open and he had nothing more he could hide away from her, “Harry, you are changing that.” She whispered, her voice filled with conviction.
He frowned, puzzled by her words, uncertain of their meaning. “The way you are with your brothers and Elise, what you’ve given them, it is the biggest example of love I have ever seen. This life you’ve shown them here comes from your love Harry.” She said, a smile breaking through her tears as his expression softened. She reaches up to cup his cheek in her hand, “I don’t want you to give me something better, I want you to give me you and the love I have seen you give to the people you care about. And I want to give you love too because I love you more than words can even comprehend and you are so deserving of it.” 
Harry’s eyes close softly as if he can’t quite believe the words he’s hearing and he’s trying to absorb it all. Y/N pulls his head down so their foreheads are pressed against each other, “Maybe you thought you had nothing but you always had love and if this is your nothing then I want all of it. That is what I want you to give to me.” She whispers. 
There's a pause, a moment of silent understanding between them, as Harry processes her words. His eyes slowly flutter open, revealing a depth of emotion that takes her breath away. She sees in his gaze a mixture of disbelief and gratitude as if her words have unlocked something within him that he never thought possible.
And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Harry's hands find their way to her face, his touch gentle yet firm. It's as if he's trying to memorise every contour, every line, every curve as if he's afraid that this moment might slip away if he doesn't hold on tight enough.
"There is nothing in this world that means more to me than you," he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. "Thank you," he adds, his words filled with sincerity and love.
Y/N smiles softly, her eyes reflecting warmth and understanding. "That's okay," she says gently.
The rain pours around them as they stand underneath the shelter of the tree. Harry doesn’t even ask for permission, too eager to, as he presses his lips to hers. Y/N squeaks in surprise but melts into him when she allows herself to feel all the things he can’t communicate, put into every motion of his lips.
Harry feels new like the burden of his childhood is eased from his shoulders as the light from her kiss injects itself into his body. He wonders how he could ever allow himself to walk away from this, “I’m so sorry Y/N.” He says against her lips, “I love you, I’m sorry.” 
Y/N sighs, “We’ll learn,” She says, “We’ll get better and we’ll both learn.” 
It’s more than just words of forgiveness, it’s a promise and the start of something new. 
When they finish kissing, they both look up at the sky and see how hard the rain is pouring, “I think I’m over this trip now.” Y/N sighs, “I don’t think I ever want to go camping again.”
“Oh c’mon it was fun,” Harry teases with a sniffle but then sees her deadpan expression, “Okay it could have been better but at least we’re together now.” 
Y/N takes her hand away from him and crosses her arms, “Who decided that?” 
Harry’s face drops, “I-I thought-.” 
She quirks a brow, “I haven’t forgiven you for leaving me yet. That was just cruel and you should know better!”
Harry looked at her apologetically “I know baby-“ He reached for her hand but she swiftly moved away, stepping out into the rain and walking back towards the trail. 
“I won’t be letting you off so easily.” Harry’s shoulders slumped as he stayed glued to the floor, watching her walk away from him. 
He tried not to smile as she stumbled over the uneven ground, her clothes getting wet from the rain. He cupped his mouth and yelled, “But y’ still love me right?” 
“Of course I do you idiot!” She yelled over her shoulder.
Harry smiled, “I love you too, bigger than the whole sky Y/N.”
“Oh yeah?” Y/N yelled, “Prove it!”
Harry chuckled, running over to join her in the rain. 
. . .
To grovel actually meant to get down on your knees and beg for not only days but weeks in Y/N’s books which Harry had gradually come to realise. 
They returned from the airbase before everybody else and arrived at Y/N’s house to shower. Harry had tried to persuade Y/N to shower with him, using the classic excuse of ‘it’ll save water’ but she was too smart for that and he knew better. 
Soon, life resumed its usual rhythm after the camping trip, but there was a noticeable change in Y/N and Harry. Others noticed the absence of tension between them, seeing the love reflected in their gazes whenever they looked at each other. However, they couldn't understand why Y/N refused to acknowledge their relationship, or why Harry seemed so smitten and eager- all of a sudden walking around like he was a lovesick puppy in need of attention. 
Every day Harry would be doing something for Y/N, whether it was buying her flowers at the start of every week or walking her home during his work breaks. He’d rarely ever be seen with another woman, let alone make eye contact with them, all because he was desperate to make it up to the only woman he’d ever want for the rest of his life. 
“Y/N,” Francine, one of the nursery workers, called her name as she was washing up paint pots in the sink, “He’s here for you.”
Y/N tried to hide her smile, “Could you tell him to wait please Fran?” 
Soon Fran returned and in her arms was a giant bouquet, “He couldn’t stay very long,” She handed Y/N the roses, “But he told me to give you these.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, her hands still dripping wet as she held the red roses in her arms. She placed them on the countertop and took out the card attached to the bouquet. ‘I love you bigger than the whole sky, your Harry.’ 
Y/N bit down on her lip as she folded the small piece of paper and slid it into the front pocket of her apron. “When’s that boy gonna put a ring on y’ finger?” Loretta, one of the older nursery workers asked. 
Y/N scoffed, “Only if he can get near my hand first, Loretta.” 
Although marriage would definitely not be happening anytime soon, the picture of it in her mind made her smile. 
In the evening, Y/N had been enjoying some much-needed girl time with Molly and Patsy. Y/N hadn’t seen Nancy since the night of the bonfire. She was rarely ever home to the point where the girls wondered why she even bothered renting her room out for much longer. 
They sat around the living room in pink robes, watching a movie and reading magazines. It had been a while since Y/N had had some downtime with her housemates. So much of her time had been either working or being trapped in the whirlwind that was her relationship with Harry. 
“Can I have some of that?” Patsy asked, unable to keep her eyes off the television as she held her hand out for the bottle of wine. 
Molly passed it over but her eyes narrowed on Patsy, “Is that Sonny’s sweatshirt you’re wearing under that?” 
Patsy finally looked away, her mouth opening and closing, “N-no?” She lied, terribly. 
“Did you sleep with him?” Molly questioned.
Patsy swallowed, “No…maybe…yes.” 
Patsy's feeble attempt at denial only made Y/N and Molly laugh harder. Y/N struggled to stifle her giggles, while Molly's laughter rang out loud and clear.
"And? How was it?” Molly urged, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Patsy’s face flushed bright red, “It was good.”
“That’s it?” Molly frowned.
“Fine,” Patsy’s shoulders slumped, “It was wonderful, Mol. The best I’ve ever had.”
“You’re lying,” 
“It’s true!” Patsy exclaimed, “There’s just something about ‘em, right Y/N? You slept with Harry already didn’t you?”
Y/N’s smile fell from her face, “Huh?”
Molly smirked, “Now you definitely cannot lie about that. Everyone knows it.”
Y/N's smile faltered, confusion flickering in her eyes. "What do you mean, everyone knows?"
Molly's smirk widened. "Come on, Y/N. It's written all over your face. You've got that look all the girls have, you know the one where they lie about being with someone when it’s clearly not the truth."
Y/N's cheeks flushed as realisation dawned on her. "Oh," she murmured, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"So, spill it," Molly urged, leaning in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Have you?"
“I don’t know…Maybe,” She could feel the corner of her lips tugging upwards and her hands quickly shot up to cover her face.
Her two housemates squealed, jumping up from the couch with excitement, “You have?” Molly grinned. 
“Yes!” Y/N laughed. 
“Tell us all about it!” Patsy fell to the floor and leaned in towards her. 
“O-Oh, I-” But as luck would have it, Y/N was interrupted by the doorbell ringing and then the door swinging open. 
“Patsy?” Sonny’s voice rang down the hallway as he invited himself in again. 
Molly rolled her eyes, annoyed, “What is it?”
Footsteps sounded against the hardwood floors as Sonny entered the living room. His eyes landed on the girls as they sat on the floor, “What are you doing?”
"What does it look like we're doing?" Molly retorted, crossing her arms defensively.
"Can I join in?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Patsy groaned, "Just tell us what you want, already."
“Oh,” Sonny shook his head as if reminding himself why he was here, “Elise is sick,”
Y/N stood up, “What? How sick?”
“George has had to bath her four times already and Harry can’t seem to get her to sleep. It’s manic in that house, y’ gotta help us out.” Sonny begged. 
"But it's girl's night," Molly said firmly, gesturing toward the girls in their gowns. "And we're not your nurses or your babysitters."
"Please?" Sonny's eyes pleaded, darting towards Y/N.
Y/N sighed, relenting. "Fine. Let me get dressed." She manoeuvred past the girls seated on the floor and headed upstairs to her room to change.
“What? Patsy, y’ can’t be serious?” Molly whined. 
“It’s Elise and Sonny’s sister.” Patsy shrugged as though it was reason enough. 
Molly huffed, knowing no matter what she said it wouldn’t be enough to persuade them to help a sick child. The girl’s night they had planned would just have to be put on hold,  “Alright,” She conceded. 
Sonny led the girls across the estate to the Styles’ household. Along the way, Y/N and Molly teased Patsy and Sonny when they noticed them holding hands inside the pocket of Sonny’s aviator coat. The closer they got to the house, the more they could hear Elise wailing from inside. 
He swung the door open, the girls following behind, “I’m back!” Sonny called as they entered the kitchen, “I bought reinforcements.”
Harry turned around when they all stepped into the room. He was shirtless, holding onto a crying Elise, her little face all scrunched up and red. His eyes immediately gravitated towards Y/N, “You’re here,” He sighed as if the sight of her had alleviated some of the stress he was feeling. 
Y/N walked straight up to him and took Elise out of his grip, “M here,” She sighed, “Oh sweet girl, it’s okay,” Y/N kissed the side of the two-year-olds head, swaying her side to side in her arms. 
“She’s been sick all afternoon, must have got it off some kid at the nursery.” Harry exclaimed, his eyes tired from taking care of his sister and being at work all day, “I’ve tried everything. Normally singing her to sleep helps but she won’t seem to settle and I’m all out of ideas.”
“Hey,” Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling his warm skin, “It’s okay, we’re here to help you.”
He relaxed beneath her touch, the sentiment making him smile, “Y’ don’t have to,” Harry murmured. 
“Harry,” Y/N gave him a stern glare, “I want to.” 
His lips curved into a grateful smile as he nodded. "Thank you."
Y/N was so ensnared by his captivating eyes she had to force herself to look away, “Go shower. We’ll clean up down here.” 
Harry saluted playfully, brushing past her but not before pressing a hasty kiss to her cheek. Y/N gasped, spinning around and seeing a hint of a smirk on his face as he ran up the stairs.
“Ha Ha,” Elise croaked, pointing at her brother. 
Y/N’s expression softened at the little girl’s tired voice, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
As Sonny and Patsy helped clean the kitchen, Molly made a start on dinner and George and Y/N bathed Elise in the kitchen sink. Although Elise was exhausted from being sick all afternoon, everyone went about their chores whilst trying to bring a smile to her face. Whenever she giggled at George and Sonny's antics or Patsy's playful arguing with Sonny whenever he attempted to flirt with her, the group would cheer from their achievement at making her laugh. 
Once they’d put all the dishes on the table, Harry had come down from his shower. Y/N drew in a breath when he walked through the door with damp curls and a towel around his waist, “Jus’ need to grab something,” He smirked as he walked past Y/N who caught the smell of his coconut shampoo. 
As Y/N stood at the kitchen sink to get rid of Elise’s bath water, she felt his solid form come up behind her. Her lips parted, a breath of air escaping her, as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed. With his other arm, he reached out, his hand still resting on her shoulder, to open the cupboard above her and pulled out a clean hand towel.
The warmth spreading through her body dissolved once he pulled away. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when she heard his feet against the floor fade as he left the room. 
To her side, Molly and Patsy were trying not to laugh as they covered their mouths and tried to resume what they had previously been talking about before they were briefly interrupted. Y/N rolled her eyes and walked to the table to begin plating up dinner for everybody. 
Harry had returned from his shower and now sat at the end of the table with Y/N to his right and Elise beside her sitting in a high chair. She was nibbling at the food George had prepped for her, taking small bites when she felt like it.
Everyone tucked into their meal as a smooth jazz record lulled in the background. Suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence, George piped up, “So is everyone dating at this table?” 
Sonny groaned, “Why’d you bring that up?”
“Because!” George paused, cutting into his meat, “I can’t handle the tension in this room, it’s like you all want to have sex with each other.” 
“George don’t be so vulgar,” Molly snapped, her tone sharp, “But he does have a point.” 
“Well Patsy and I are together,” Sonny put an arm around Patsy’s shoulders only to receive an angry glare in return, “What?” He took his arm back, “They already figured it out!”
“Well, what about Y/N and Harry,” Patsy crossed her arms, wanting to divert the attention to something else, all heads turning to face the couple at the end of the table.
“Well, I-I-“ Y/N was all flustered, not knowing how to approach the subject until Harry stepped in.
“It’s up to Y/N,” Harry shrugged, taking a bite from his fork. Y/N’s head whipped in his direction, “I’ll do whatever she wants me to do.” 
As he spoke the words, she felt his hand land on her thigh. Y/N stilled as he squeezed her knee but instead of freezing like she always seemed to do with him, she placed her hand on top of his and flipped his hand over to intertwine their fingers wanting to show him at least some grace for his ability to speak when she couldn’t find the words. 
“Well good for Y/N. You see not all girls are easily swayed by you boys, you know.” Molly remarked.
“Ahh are you sure about that Mol? Maybe it’s just because you’re the only girl here who hasn’t tried to sleep with any of us.” George quipped with a teasing grin. 
Molly scowled, “Don’t you have to follow Nancy around or something?”
Sonny burst out laughing as George’s face fell, “Yeah yeah, you can all laugh but the other day I swear I almost got a smile outta her.” 
“Oh nice, an almost smile yeah that’s really great George.” Everyone laughed around the table.
By the time dinner was over and everyone had been ridiculed at least once, Elise was already half asleep. Harry volunteered to tuck her in, lifting her gently and carrying her upstairs to her bedroom. As the others stepped outside for a smoke break, Y/N took it upon herself to clear the empty plates and tidy up.
Before tidying, Y/N went upstairs to use the bathroom. As she climbed the steps, she noticed a partially open door. Intrigued by the humming coming from the room, she quietly peeked inside.
It was dark other than a small candle lit up in the corner of the room. Harry stood by the window with Elise in his arms. Her cheek was resting on his shoulder as her small hands fisted the sleeve of his shirt. His big hand rubbed up and down her tiny back as her eyes fluttered open and closed. She almost resembled a cherub resting on a fluffy cloud as Harry hummed her to sleep, his head turning an inch to press a soft kiss to the side of her head. 
Y/N's eyes glistened with an emotion she couldn't quite place. Her heart felt like it was trying to leap out of her chest and walk into the room to join them. The longer she stayed fixed on the two siblings, alone in one space, it seemed as if they were the only two people existing, if only for a brief moment in time.
Not wanting to disturb their peace and quiet, Y/N carefully tiptoed away from them to give them the space they needed. 
She stood at the kitchen sink and began filling it with water and soap. Her mind drifted to the image of Harry holding Elise almost as if he were her own father. Y/N’s heart had been hurting for Harry and his siblings ever since he had broken down to her on the hill. A part of her wondered if she was doing all this because she felt she had to fulfil some kind of duty to them but it never felt like work helping the Styles’ siblings, she just had a spot for them in her heart that was growing exponentially by the day. 
Y/N felt that presence that had become so familiar to her, come up behind her as she cleaned the dishes. His arms snaked around her waist, swaying them slowly to the gentle bossa nova that played over the record player, “Dance with me,” He murmured, pulling her away from the sink. 
Y/N laughed, spinning around in his arms and pressing her wet and soapy hands to his face. Harry’s face scrunches, “Have I told y’ I love y’ today?” He asked, nuzzling his cheek in her palm. 
“Hmm,” Y/N pretended to think, “I don’t think so.”
“Well I do,” He says, “I love you bigger than the whole sky, Birdy.” 
“I love you too,” Y/N replies because she always will no matter how angry she is or was with him. 
“Enough to forgive me?” He tries but his face already says he knows the answer. 
Y/N inches forward, her lips brushing his, “Almost,” 
Harry grins, pulling her in closer, “This could be our life y’know.” 
“What could?” 
“All this,” He motions to the house, “We have our own house and make our own food. Everyone is safe and we’re happy. Maybe have a couple of kids-”
Y/N scoffs, “A couple?” 
“Alright,” Harry chuckles, his head falling back, “One, five, eight or even zero, I don’t care I jus’ wanna be with you.” 
“That sounds nice,” Y/N sighed, falling in love with the image she had painted in her mind, “And we’d live here?” 
Harry kissed the top of her head, resting his cheek on it as they swayed, “We can live wherever y’ want Birdy, I go where you go.” 
Y/N can’t help but pull his neck down to kiss her. Even though they weren’t exactly together, Y/N couldn’t help but kiss him when she wanted to, which was more often than it wasn’t. She’d never tire of the way his lips felt against hers, how she’d melt in his embrace and feel his heart beating against his chest. 
“Just so we’re clear, this doesn’t mean we’re together,” Y/N mumbled against his lips.
“I know Birdy, I know.” He smiles, kissing her even harder.
Harry ends up helping Y/N clean the kitchen, drying the dishes while she washes them. It's a new experience for him, doing something domestic with the person he loves. It feels small and simple yet meant more to him than he could seem to understand.
“Since I’m tryin’ to be better, I gotta tell y’ something,” Harry pinches her sleeve, needing to touch her in some way at all times.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, immediately beginning to worry. 
“Oh no it’s nothing so bad, it’s just my Mama sent us a letter a few weeks ago and I think ‘m gonna go visit her without the boys.” He shrugs, “Jus’ to check in on her y’ know?” 
Y/N knew Harry didn’t want to admit the truth about his visit. Despite the fact he never had a close relationship with his mother, he had always been her protector. Harry couldn’t stay away from his home no matter how hard he tried, too afraid that if he did, something detrimental would happen and he’d feel nothing but guilt for the rest of his life. 
“On your own?” Y/N frowned, “Y’ don’t even want George to come with you?”
“If George goes he’ll jus’ get upset. I probably won’t even tell ‘em I’m going, I jus’ wanna make sure everything is okay. Maybe if I show m’ face she’ll stop sending so many letters every weekend.” His voice carried a mix of concern and weariness.
“Well okay,” Y/N paused for a brief second, “I mean I could come with you, maybe, i-if that’s something you’d want.”
Fear flashed in Harry’s eyes, “No,” He stated firmly, “I’m not letting you anywhere near that old bastard.”
Y/N knew he was referring to his father, “I won’t let you go alone, Harry. It’s either me or one of your brother’s but I will not let you go into that house by yourself.” She wasn’t going to lie and say that she wasn’t afraid for him. She’d never met his Father or truly knew the depths to which he had gone into causing such trauma for Harry but she wasn’t going to allow it to continue. “Please, let me come with you.”
Harry opened his mouth to immediately reject her offer but paused, considering her words carefully. He saw the determination in her eyes, the fierce loyalty she held for him, and it touched something deep within him. He also knew she was stubborn and wouldn’t let up over something like this no matter how much he refused. 
After a moment of silence, he sighed, relenting. "Alright," he finally murmured, his voice laced with apprehension. "But promise me, Y/N, you'll stay close and keep your guard up. My old man... he's not an easy man to deal with. We’ll be in and out of tha’ house all in the same day.”
Y/N nodded solemnly, her resolve unwavering, “Thank you,” She said. 
. . .
With the days that passed before Harry would return to his childhood town, his fear and anxiety seemed to grow. His nightmares had continued to worsen, each one of them had turned into one about Y/N. On the nights when Y/N slept in her own bed, he found himself walking through the dimmed streets in the middle of the night to sneak into her house and crawl under the covers with her. She’d whisper soft things into his ear, promising that everything he dreamt of was simply just that, but he struggled to believe her as he held her tightly in his arms until the morning arrived. 
They took the two-hour train from the station to his home town in Wyoming on the day of the visit. Harry barely spoke a word as he held Y/N’s hand in his lap all the way there. They had decided on wearing somewhat fancy attire. Harry wore tailored trousers with a belt and a white shirt tucked into it, whilst Y/N settled on a new blouse she had yet to wear and a long skirt with kitten heels. They hadn’t spoken it aloud but part of them wanted to show without telling his parents just how well they were doing for themselves. 
“Baby,” Harry whispered, nudging Y/N awake after she dozed off on his shoulder, “We’re here now,” 
Y/N hummed, her eyes fluttering open to the window. Outside was the train station which was really just a raised platform by the train tracks with a small ticket booth nearby. The place was almost deserted, with only a few people stepping off as the train pulled in. Harry grabbed her purse and held Y/N’s hand as they exited the train and stepped onto the platform. It wasn’t long before the train was off again, leaving a bellow of smoke behind. 
Glancing around, Y/N noticed how grey Harry’s hometown was. The buildings seemed weathered, and besides the train station, there wasn't much else to see—just a row of buildings housing a grocery store, a clothing shop, and a bank. Everything became increasingly sparse and lifeless the further out of town you ventured, and Harry’s house just so happened to be situated on the outskirts. 
When they left the train station, Harry walked to a cab that was already parked outside with no other customers. He opened the door for Y/N to enter first, “Are you okay?” Y/N asked, sensing Harry’s discomfort.
“Y’ know there’s nothing more I wanna do than take y’ back to Offutt right?” His eyes were hard as he stared between the two front seats out of the windshield of the beaten-up vehicle. 
"I know," Y/N's voice was quiet, a hint of uncertainty creeping in as she wondered if she had pushed too far by insisting on accompanying him. However, before she could dwell on her thoughts further, he picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to it, reassuring her without words.
Y/N tried not to react too shocked when the vehicle stopped far outside of the town they had entered. In front of them was a house that looked as though it was made out of planks of wood hammered together. There was a front porch with a rocking chair that was rotting away and a clothesline with white sheets blowing in the breeze. 
“This is your home?” Y/N wondered, looping her arm with Harry’s when he came up beside her. 
“It’s never been m’home,” He replied, lowly. 
As they approached the front door, it creaked open before they could even knock. Standing behind it was a woman with the same green eyes Y/N had noticed in each of her children. Her hair was wispy and greying, with streaks of brunette that were a darker shade than Harry’s. She had heavy bags under her eyes and wrinkles all over her face. Her thin lips turned into a smile, her eyes watering as she opened her arms to the man beside Y/N, “My boy,” She croaked. 
Harry stiffened when he felt her arms wrap around him, “Mom,” He grumbled. 
The woman pulled away and then her eyes turned to Y/N, her smile drooping, “Who’s this?”
Harry opened his mouth to introduce herself but Y/N quickly stepped in, “I’m a friend of your son, we met on the Airbase.” She held her hand out.
Harry’s mother looked down at her hand and then back to Harry, “You’re bringing girls home now? Where are your brothers?” 
Harry’s jaw tightened, “They’re not here.”
“And Elise?” She went on. 
“She’s back home,” 
“This is her home,” His mother argued, “And I’m her mother,”
“We won’t be staying here for long,” Harry said, moving past his mother and stepping into the house. Y/N tried to offer his mother a smile but she just frowned. 
The inside of Harry’s childhood home was cold and empty, lacking any hint of life or sign of a whole family living here for well over ten years. Bits of furniture littered the house here and there, each individual piece looked battered and beaten. 
“Are you staying for dinner at least Harry? I’ve been cooking all afternoon,” His mother walked to the small kitchen and started stirring a pot that was already cooking on the stove.
Harry looked down at Y/N, “We can stay,” She told him even though she knew he didn’t like the idea, she didn’t want to let his mother’s cooking go to waste. 
“M taking Y/N to m’ room,” Harry grumbled, unwilling to wait for his mother to say anything. 
Y/N followed him to a small room near the living room. It was no bigger than an average old pantry, containing only a small, single bed and a little chair and table tucked into the corner. Above the bed hung a mobile adorned with wooden planes painted blue, dangling gently. Y/N reached out and held one of the jagged wooden planes in her palm.
The corners of her lips turned upwards as she examined it, wondering if Harry’s love for planes stemmed from a young age. Turning round to face him, she fell back onto his bed and sighed, “Come lay with me,” Her hand dangled from the bed, her fingers reaching out to brush his. 
Harry shook his head but fell onto the bed beside her, his feet dangling off the end. It was so small that Y/N had to practically lay on top of him, her chin resting on his chest as she looked up at him. She brushed some of his hair out of his face, “How are you feeling?” She checked in. 
“Strange,” He murmurs, “Seeing you in this house made me realise how foreign this place is to me now. You’re home and this is just… Something I don’t want in my life anymore.” 
Y/N’s gaze softens, “Your mom never told me her name, I don’t think she likes me very much.”
Harry’s hand slides up her back to play with the ends of her hair, “She doesn’t like anyone really but her name’s Debbie if y’ must know.”
“Debbie,” Y/N replies, her voice soft, “Hey, if things get uncomfortable we can go, just say the word.”
Harry felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude at her calming, understanding nature, “Thank you for being here.” 
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Y/N teased and Harry laughed, the sound echoing in the darkened room of his childhood. 
Despite Debbie’s cold attitude towards her, Y/N still tried to make an effort by helping set the table for dinner. In the corner of her eye, she caught Harry fussing over his mother when he saw her hands were all scathed from being outside every day as she poured stew into each bowl. The image made her eyes glisten with tears that threatened to fall until she blinked them away.
As they placed each bowl of stew on the table, a thud sounded from outside and then the squeak of the hinges on the front door as it swung open. Y/N’s heart stopped as Harry paced towards her, moving her behind him as an old man stumbled in. She grabbed Harry’s sleeve, peeking past him to see a man with hazel eyes and balding, grey hair. His face was wrinkled and scruffy, his nose red but his face gaunt. His footsteps were heavy against the wooden floorboards, with every inhale of his breath he seemed to suck out the warmth from the house. 
His eyes fell on Harry and then to Y/N, “Hello boy,” His voice sounded like gravel as he spoke. 
“Old man,” Harry’s voice was something Y/N had never heard from him before. It felt like he was trying to control all of his anger whilst also trying not to show his fear. She squeezed his arm a little, hoping it would give him some reassurance. 
“Nice to know you’ve remembered your family,” He sniffled, closing the door behind him. 
“Y’ make it hard to forget,” Harry replied. 
Debbie walked in between them like it was something she had done many times before whenever there was tension, “Jack, you’re  just in time for dinner.” She was much too cheery but it felt hollow and insincere, “Harry’s friend is joining us from that camp they’re staying at.” 
Jack glanced at Debbie with a flicker of annoyance before turning his attention back to Harry and Y/N. "Well, aren't we all just one big happy fuckin’ family," he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Y/N felt the tension in the room thicken, a silent battle unfolding between the family members. She exchanged a knowing glance with Harry, silently urging him to stay composed.
Ignoring Jack's jab, Debbie gestured towards the dining table. "Come on, let's sit down and eat. I've made your favourite, Jack," she said. 
Sitting at the table, Jack's presence felt heavy in the room. Y/N looked at Harry, silently showing her support. She knew dinner would be tricky, but she was committed to being there for Harry. She held his hand under the table and squeezed. Harry rubbed his thumb over the pulse point on her wrist in order to relax himself. 
It was just dinner and they’d be going home straight afterwards. Home to his real family, where it was safe and he was most loved. 
Debbie came out of the kitchen with two cans of beer and placed them in front of Jack before sitting beside him. He cleared his throat as he opened both cans, “Where are y’ brothers?” 
“Not here,” Harry spoke, lowly.
“Don’t get funny with me boy, where are they?” 
“I already told you.” Y/N jumped when Jack’s hand smacked down on the table, Harry’s hand squeezing her in assurance like this was a normal reaction to have. 
“You’ve left y’ brothers at that camp and bought this random whore here?” He spat.
“Don’t call her that,” Harry said through gritted teeth. 
“I don’t even know her fuckin’ name and y’ bought her into my house?” 
Harry opened his mouth to reply but Y/N interrupted him, “My name is Y/N,” She said, her eyes hard, “And if that’s how you speak to someone you don’t know Mr Styles, I hate to see how you speak to those you do.” 
Y/N could feel all eyes on her at the dinner table but she ignored them, acting as though what she said didn’t matter, as she tucked into the stew that was in front of her. “Next time you come back here,” Jack gruffed, “Y’ bring your brother’s. Much prefer them here anyway.” 
This time it was Y/N’s turn to feel a bubble of anger rising within her, “Don’t want no more whores in my house, except y’ mother,” He chuckled, darkly, “She’s the only one allowed here.”
Harry shot up, his chair scraping against the floor, “How fuckin’ dare you,” He spat. 
“Sit down,” His Father ordered, refusing to look up at him. 
“Harry,” Debbie whispered, tugging on his hand to try and pull him down.
Reluctantly, Harry lowered himself to his seat. His jaw clenched as he stole a glance at Y/N, silently grateful for her unwavering support in the face of his family's hostility. He’d refuse to open his mouth for the rest of the dinner, in hopes it would speed things up and they could leave. He was filled with regret that he had allowed Y/N to come to this Hellscape, even more so for even considering it in the first place. 
It fell silent- nothing but the scraping of cutlery against plates- until Y/N decided to speak, her anger too much to withhold any longer, “I’d appreciate it if you’d stop calling me that Mr Styles,” Harry must have gotten whiplash from how quickly his head whipped around to look at Y/N as she spoke. 
“Say that again,” Jack replied, lowly.
“I said I would appreciate it if you’d stop calling me a whore, it’s rather distasteful.” Y/N dared to look up at him, meeting his lifeless eyes when she did. She felt Harry’s fingers squeeze hers but she refused to break eye contact with the only man who she had ever hated before even meeting him. 
“Distasteful? What are y’ a slut from Preston?” 
“No,” Y/N continued, “I’m not a whore or a slut from Preston and if you knew me or your own son, you’d know he wouldn’t dare bring someone with the likes of you home with him.”
Rage flashed in Jack’s eye, “Why you little-” 
Harry rose to his feet as Jack raised his hand in the air, bracing himself for the impending blow. But before Jack could strike, Y/N intervened. "The fact that you assume so little about me, Mr. Styles, is your first mistake," Y/N declared, her voice unwavering. "Truthfully, I know people. Put a hand on me, and I'll go straight to my father. He's a doctor, you see—a very important one who knows a lot of important people. One of his patients just so happens to be the Governor. Do you know the Governor, Mrs. Styles?" Y/N directed a smile at the timid lady sitting opposite her, who blinked in response and quickly nodded her head.
"As much as I hate throwing around big names, sometimes it pays to know people more powerful than those who assume they have it all," Y/N continued, her gaze steady on Jack. "Wouldn't you say, Mr. Styles?"
Y/N stood up from the table as Jack’s jaw clenched, biting his tongue to stop from speaking. She grabbed Harry’s hand and intertwined their fingers, “To answer your question, your sons are at Offutt Air Base not camp. It’s their home where their older brother raised them along with that little girl you both abandoned. You can assume I’m a whore or a slut or whatever you think I am however much you like Mr Styles but I will not let you sit there and strip all of the love your son has shown to your children when you weren’t willing to give them anything.” 
“Thank you for the dinner Mrs Styles but we’re leaving,” Y/N looked up at Harry who was already looking at her with nothing but pride all over his face, “I’m sorry Harry but I can’t stay here anymore.”
He nodded, following her out of the house but stopping when his father stood in front of him. Y/N gasped when Harry raised his arm and punched his father straight across the face. Jack groaned, cupping his nose as blood began to drip from it. Harry gripped his shirt in a fist, “Call my wife a whore again and I’ll fucking end you.” He spat, pushing him away. 
Y/N and Harry ignored his mother as she fretted about his now injured Father, walking out of the house. 
As soon as they stepped off the porch, Harry pulled Y/N to the side of the house where they were shielded from view and pressed her against the wall. His lips met hers eagerly, his hands cradling her face as her eyes fluttered shut. "You called me your wife," she breathed between kisses.
"Easy mistake," he replied quickly before his lips seeked hers once more. 
Once they pulled away, their chests heaving and Harry’s lips tinged pink from Y/N’s lipstick, the biggest grin stretched across his face, his eyes sparkling more than she had ever seen before, “I didn’t think I could love you any more than I did.”
Y/N’s eyes watered, a mixture of love and the come down from the adrenaline that had fueled her in the last few moments all began to hit her at once, “You are everything to me,” He murmured, “Everything.” 
"I love you too, Harry.” Y/N leapt into his arms, wrapping herself around him and refusing to let go. 
After leaving the house, it felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted, as though a burdensome weed had been plucked from their lives. The air seemed lighter, and even the moon appeared to shine a bit brighter overhead. As they walked, Y/N couldn't help but notice the peace reflected in Harry's eyes whenever he glanced up at the sky.
Though it wasn't the end, it felt like the first step towards releasing the things that brought no good into Harry's life. With Harry's arm lazily draped over her shoulder and hers around his waist, they stumbled down the street, unable to find a taxi or any passing vehicles to take them back to the train station. To outsiders, they might have seemed like a drunken couple, but in reality, they were simply two people deeply in love and, for that moment, they felt truly free—and that feeling was even better.
They boarded the last train back to Offutt that night, and Harry was adamant about keeping Y/N close. Despite the empty carriage, he insisted she sit with him, to the point where she was practically sitting on his lap.
As Y/N grew tired, Harry allowed her to rest her head in his lap while she stretched out across the seats. He gently played with her hair and traced the contours of her face. "Can I show you something when we get back?" he whispered. Although exhausted, and longing to simply fall asleep with him in her bed, she nodded in agreement.
Y/N giggled as Harry skipped ahead, the smile on his face had yet to be replaced as he led her to the warehouses at the airbase. “C’mon slowpoke,” Harry called much too loudly for this time of night. 
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” Y/N shook her head, her cheeks aching from smiling so much.
Keys jangled in his back pocket as he pulled out a chain that had too many keys for Y/N to count dangling from it. He plucked one out and put it into the padlock that was keeping a lock on the large, metal doors to one of the hangars where the planes were kept. 
The doors clanked open as Harry pulled them apart enough for them to walk through. The light from the moon slipped through the gap, creating a dim light within the hangar. Harry switched on the lights in the panel on the side and the whole room lit up. Y/N followed Harry as he took her to the back of the warehouse where some of the planes which needed fixing up were kept. 
He stopped in front of a single-engine propellor aeroplane, painted blue with white stripes. It had a cockpit with a glass canopy and seated two people inside. Y/N frowned, “Is this what you wanted to show me?” Living on an airbase, she’d obviously seen plenty of planes that were different variations of the one in front of her so she was unsure what she was meant to be looking at that had got Harry so excited.  
Harry rolled his eyes playfully. He came up behind her and placed both his hands over her eyes to cover them. She stumbled as he nudged her forwards towards the side of the plane, “We’ve been working on this for a while and me and the boys have been struggling to give it a name. It was only until I met you that I realised what the perfect name for it was.” Harry removed his hands from her eyes, Y/N’s eyes squinting to adjust to the light until they focused on a word written in yellow on the side of the plane. 
Birdy. 
Y/N’s lips parted, walking up to touch the yellow font to see if it was real. She turned on her heel, eyes watering, “You named a plane after me?”
Harry bit back a grin, eyes twinkling, “Of course I did,” He whispered, “Need you with me all the time, now I can have you in the air too.” 
“Oh Harry,” She sobbed, wrapping her arms around his neck, “It’s wonderful,” 
“Yeah? Y’ like it darling?” He kissed the top of her head. 
“I love it,” She sighed, her eyes darting to the cockpit, “Can we sit in it?”
“Course,” Harry helped her up the little ladder and into the cockpit, before sitting in the spot next to her. “The electrics aren’t on so if y’ touch anything it won’t move.” Y/N’s hands pressed some of the buttons, still unable to believe she had a plane named after her. 
Harry smiled watching her and then leaned in to kiss her. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Harry deepened it, his tongue sliding into her mouth and his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. “Harry,” Y/N breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as he began to kiss down her neck. 
“This is for you baby. There ain’t nobody else for me,” He whispered, “and I don’t want anybody else.” 
His fingers brushed down the skin of her arms as her head rolled to the side. He kissed the base of the column of her neck, “You love me?” He asks, voice raspy. 
“I do,” Y/N hums, her hands all over his clothed torso gripping the fabric in tight fists. 
“How much,” Y/N gasped as his fingers played with the buttons of her blouse before he slowly undid the first one. He pressed his lips to her collarbones as he continued on the next button. 
Y/N’s hands fell to the buckle of his belt, tugging on the metal to pull him closer. With every inch of skin that was revealed, Harry would place a small kiss there like he was worshipping every inch. Y/N could feel his breath fan over the top of her breasts as he got to the middle button, “C’mon baby, how much?” He taunted. 
His hand slid up her back under her shirt to the clasp of her bra, “Tell me how much y’ love me and I’ll make y’ feel good hmm? Is that what y’ want birdy?” 
Y/N nodded, “So much Harry, so much.”
“What?” Harry grinned, “Y’ love me so much or y’ want me so much?” 
“Both,” Y/N gasped, “Please,” 
Harry’s lips mould with hers as he uses both hands to remove her blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. Y/N’s hands fumble to remove his belt as Harry tugs his own shirt off hurriedly. His hands are hot against her body as he unclips the clasp of her bra, “So beautiful,” He says, in awe. 
Y/N’s cheeks heat at the compliment. His hand splays across her bag, his pinky finger digging into the hem of her skirt as he continues to kiss her deeply. “Harry, I-” Her face feels hot as she stops herself, feeling too embarrassed to ask the question.
“What is it darling?” He cups her cheek in his hand, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone.
She looks up at him, her eyes round and full of lust, she cups the bulge of his dick through his trousers in her hand, “Please?” She whines.
“Y’ wanna suck on m’ cock sweet girl?” He smirks, seeing her get all flustered as she nods quickly. She’s already trying to unbuckle his belt before he has time to say anything else. Her eyes widened when his cock springs out of his boxers, she still couldn’t get over how big he was as she wrapped two hands around the thick girth and pumped up and down. 
Harry groaned, feeling her hands wrapped around him. She pulled away to sit up on her knees in the seat, tucking her hair behind her ears and bending forward. Harry’s head falls back against the headrest as she puts one hand at the base of his cock and kisses the tip. “So big,” She murmurs. 
“Gonna take it in y’ pretty mouth baby?” Harry taunts in a playful tone.
Y/N sucks on the tip, her eyes closing as she tastes him for the first time. Gradually she takes him deeper, inch by inch, her tongue sliding against the thick vein of his cock as she does. “Good girl,” Harry praises her, grabbing her hair and holding it in a fist. 
She stops when the tip hits the back of her throat, using her hand to jerk off what she couldn’t take in her mouth. Harry groans when Y/N gags and pulls away to catch her breath, “Careful baby,” He squeezes her cheeks together and forces her to look at him. Seeing her red, glossy lips and hazy eyes, drool falling from the corner of her mouth from how big he was, almost made him cum right there. He wiped his thumb over her chin and kissed her, “Doing so good my girl,” He murmured against her lips. 
As she goes back to mouthing at his cock, he can’t help but run a hand down her back and squeeze her ass beneath her skirt. Y/N makes a sound that sends vibrations down his cock and he knew she’d have to stop before he came down her throat, “Need to be inside y’ baby,' ' Harry spoke. 
Y/N’s pops him out of her mouth, “Are y’ gonna fuck me now?” Her big doe eyes look up at him. She almost looked innocent if it weren’t for his cock in her fist. 
“Yeah darling girl, M gonna love on y’ now.” He tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. 
Y/N's hands tangled in his curls as she adjusted herself to lay back on the seats. Harry’s lips parted as he looked down at her, her chest heaving and her nipples pebbling under his gaze. He ran a hand through his hair, the glass canopy around them fogging up with their breaths. 
Harry swallowed, moving on top of her and holding himself up with his hands pressed into the plush seat beneath. Y/N’s legs parted for him to rest between them, her hands going to his back, fingers digging into the hard muscle. 
“Are y’ okay?” Harry murmured, brushing some of the hair from her face.
Y/N smiled, “I’m fine,” 
Y/N could feel his hardened length on the inside of her thigh as he pulled her skirt up and revealed her white panties. Harry tutted, “Did sucking me off make y’ this wet baby?” He asked, his fingers moving her panties to the side to reveal her dripping cunt. 
Harry’s fingers dipped between her folds, brushing over her clit to collect some of her wetness before smearing it all over her pussy. His hand travelled down, smearing her juices over the tip of his cock before he lined himself up with her. 
“Y’know, I don’t think I ever apologised properly for what I did that day,” He pressed open mouthed kisses a long her jawline as the tip of his cock teased her entrance, “What do y’ say darling girl? Y’gonna let me be good and fuck my apology into you?”
Y/N’s hips bucked into him, “Mhmm,” 
Looping her arms around his neck, Y/N’s lips parted as Harry eased himself into her. She was suddenly reminded of just how big he was as he moved further and further inside of her until he bottomed out and she could feel every inch of him as she clamped around him,  “S’ good,” She hummed, her eyes fluttering open and closed. 
“Yeah?” Harry chuckled, kissing her quickly, “M nice and snug? Can y’ feel me in y’ baby?”
Y/N nodded, grabbing his hand and spreading out his fingers to press them against her tummy, “Feel you here,” She sighed.
Harry kissed her forehead, “Y’ like that?” 
“The best,” She smiled, lazily. 
“Made just f’ me that’s why,” Harry smirked.
Slowly, Harry began to slide in and out of her, taking his time knowing this moment was different to their first time. It was softer- gentle even. Y/N whines, feeling all of him against the walls of her pussy. Harry groans when he sees her stomach bulge when he moves back in her - a sight he could never overcome no matter how hard he tried. 
“Y’ fucking perfect Y/N. Feels so good.” Harry’s voice wavered as he felt himself get lost in the feeling of her.
As his hips moved faster, the closer he was to his release. He held her hips, glancing down to see his cock moving in and out of her. He feels her pussy clenching tightly around him, signifying she was close to her release too. 
“Am I making my girl feel good? Hmmm?” He presses his nose against her cheek as her head falls to the side. “M’ best girl, lovin’ me the way you do, how’d I get so lucky?”  Y/N couldn’t seem to find the words to reply, her body writhing beneath him. 
Harry pressed his hand down on her tummy, the added pressure making her groan, “Y’ gonna have my babies in there one day?” 
“Yes,” Y/N gasps as he fucks her harder. 
“Yeah? Gonna have all my kids and be a pretty little housewife?” Y/N whimpers, her hands scratching down his back. “I love y’ so much.” He whispers. 
“Love you,” Y/N slurred. 
Harry’s hand begins to rub at her clit, the added sense of pleasure filling her entire body with heat that only continued to build the more he pumped his heavy dick inside of her. Y/N feverishly craned her neck to kiss him, needing that extra physical touch. 
“Y’ gonna let me cum in you, darling girl?” Harry murmured, his voice shaking. 
“Please cum in me Harry,” Y/N’s eyes blurred as the bubble of heat burst in her belly. 
With a final thrust, Harry released a heavy groan as his cock filled her insides with his cum. Y/N’s back arched into him as her breath caught in her throat, her eyes rolling back when she came around him at the same time. 
Harry fell on top of Y/N, his sweaty forehead against her chest. She lazily moved her hand to his hair, running her fingers through his soft curls. Harry puckered his lips to press a kiss right where her heart was beating erratically. 
A silence fell around them as they tried to catch their breaths, “Have y’ forgiven me yet?” Harry murmured, his hands tracing patterns on her hip.
"I think I forgave you ages ago; I just wanted to punish you a little," Y/N admitted, a truth she had realised for a while now.
"I deserved it," Harry agreed.
"You did," Y/N acknowledged.
“But I’ll be better. For you, I’ll be anything but I’ll always try to be better,” He looked up.
Y/N cupped his face, “I don’t need you to be anything but you.” 
Harry kissed her palm, “Thank you… For it all.”
. . .
“Are you nervous?” Patsy asked as the girls sat on top of the hill on a picnic blanket. 
“A little,” Y/N lied, she had hardly been able to sit still since this morning. 
“Hey,” Molly smoked a cigarette, “These boys have done this plenty of times, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“I just hope it all goes well, they’ve been working months on this.” Y/N’s eyes darted around to see if she could spot him. 
Elise sat on the picnic blanket in a diaper, chewing on her fingers and making noises. Molly swooped her up in her arms as she stood, “What do you think Elise? Will your brothers actually do something smart?” Molly cooed. 
Patsy hit her shoulder lightly, “Don’t be so mean,” 
Y/N’s ears pricked as she heard the sound of an engine in the distance. She removed her sunglasses, trying to see where the source of the sound was coming from. “Look!” Patsy pointed towards the thing moving in the blue sky. 
Y/N’s caught sight of the blue plane flying in the air, if she squinted enough she could see the yellow spelling of her nickname on the side, “He’s there!” Y/N laughed in disbelief, “He’s there!”
The plane flew closer and Y/N could make out Harry sitting in the cockpit with George beside him. All the girls waved, Elise giggling as they jumped up and down. Y/N took her hat off and started waving it around to try and catch Harry’s attention.
His head turned and a huge grin spread across his face as he saw her wearing a red dress just like she had told him she would after he told her they’d be flight testing the plane again and he wanted her to be there to watch. 
“Will you be able to see me on the ground?” Y/N asked as she sat atop his worktop whilst he worked on the plane, her legs swinging backwards and forwards. 
“It depends on how close y’ are. I can’t really see that well when ‘m flying high up.” He tells her.
“Hmm,” Y/N thinks, “What if I wear something colourful? Will y’ be able to see me then?”
Harry bites back a smile, “Maybe,” He shrugs, coming up to stand between her legs. He leans forward to kiss her, “Why? Y’ planning on wearing something special for me Birdy?” 
Y/N bites her lip, her eyes sparkling, “Possibly.”
“C’mon,” Patsy snatched the blanket off the grass, “They’re going to land soon,”
The girls headed back to the runway where the plane would land. They could already see Sonny looking through his bicolours. Patsy waved, running towards him and falling into his arms. “Did y’ see?” He looked down at her, happiness all over his face. 
“It’s great baby,” Patsy kissed him. 
Y/N watched as the plane descended, growing bigger against the sky. With a rumble, the wheels made contact with the ground, the plane gradually slowing down as it ran down the runway. Everyone ran towards the plane as Harry lifted the glass chamber and hopped out with George coming round the other side.
Cheers sounded through the air from everybody. Harry’s eyes immediately met Y/N’s, his hands reaching out to catch her in his arms. She leapt into his embrace, moulding her lips against his, “That was incredible!” She squealed when they pulled away. 
“Yeah?” Harry was trying to remain calm but she could tell he was proud of what he and his brothers had achieved today, “Y’ proud of me?” 
“So unbelievably proud,” Y/N spoke, her eyes radiating the truth in her words. 
“Ha, Ha!” Elise squealed for her brother.
Harry’s smile widened into a grin as Molly placed Elise into his arms, “Did you see that Elise?” He kissed her chubby cheek, “Did y’ see your brother flying?” 
Elise just babbled in response. 
Y/N wrapped her arms around Harry and Elise, joining in the embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the people he cared about most, Harry knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. With a contented smile, he squeezed Y/N's hand, silently thanking her for always believing in him.
“Hey have any of you seen-” George glanced around before his eyes landed on someone in the distance, “There she is,” He murmured to himself. 
Everyone watched as he ran towards a woman standing by the entrance of the warehouse, “Is that Nancy?” Molly held a hand over her eyes to block the sun so she could get a better look at them.
“Hey, I think it is,” Patsy agreed, her eyebrows furrowing. 
Y/N looked up at Harry who just shrugged. 
. . . 
The same evening, the Styles’ house was filled to the brim with people who had come over for their house party, celebrating the success of today. Elise was staying at a family’s house since the party would most definitely be going on well into the night. 
Y/N observed Harry from across the room as he engaged in conversation with his pilot friends as she sipped on a cocktail Patsy had given her. She had no idea what was in it but she drank it anyway, knowing it was probably better not to ask. Every so often, their eyes would meet, and a smile would pass between them as they communicated in a language only they knew. 
She noticed his lips were still tinged red from the lipstick she had kissed him with as they got ready for the house party. Y/N had offered to wipe it away for him but he liked the idea of people knowing he had been kissing you just by looking at the colour of his lips and yours.
Y/N’s heart felt so at peace as she glanced around the room and spotted each member of her found family. Her life had been so grey and mundane until she came to Offutt where everything changed and love had given her a whole new palette of colours. 
It had been hard and full of ups and downs but it was worth it, every second of time was worth it. 
She felt a presence come up beside her and turned expecting to see Molly or Patsy but was surprised to see Nancy standing there, leaning against the wall next to her. “It’s funny, I’ve been here longer than you and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone look at somebody the way Harry looks at you.” 
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, “Thank you? I’m not-”
“Listen,” Nancy turned to face her, “I’m sorry.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, “W-what?”
“Please don’t make me say it again,” Nancy turned away again, “I was a bitch and I liked Harry but not for the same reasons you do. I should have stood up for you and him the night of the bonfire when that asshole came and spoke to you but once again I was a bitch and quite honestly I probably still am a bitch but I’ve met someone who I really like and I’m trying to be better.” 
Y/N’s eyes softened, “Nancy-”
“I totally get it if you hate me and I don’t expect to be friends with you but George is Harry’s brother so we’re probably going to be seeing more of each other and-”
“Nancy,” Y/N interrupted her rambling, “It’s okay,” 
Nancy’s shoulders dropped, “Really? You don’t hate me?”
“I’ve never hated you, I just haven’t particularly liked you but I think that could change if we truly got to know each other.” Y/N shrugged. 
Nancy's eyes widened with surprise, hope flickering in them. "You mean that?" she asked, her voice tentative.
Y/N nodded, offering a small smile. “If you're George’s sister then one day we might be sister-in-laws and that would make things awfully strange if we didn’t get on, don’t you think?” 
“Yeah,” Nancy huffed, “Those boys sure do need a break from family drama. I mean there’s some serious daddy issues in that family.”
Y/N laughed, it was the first thing they both had ever agreed on, “You can say that again.”
Nancy's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion, “I-I’ve never been good at having friends and I truly am sorry for being so horrible. If it helps, I guess you managed to prove me wrong, I think I even proved myself wrong with the way things are now.” 
Y/N reached out and squeezed Nancy's hand reassuringly, “It’s all okay.” 
Nancy and Y/N spoke for a little longer. Giggling as they compared their boyfriend’s habits with one another until George came over and whisked Nancy away. 
A hand snaked around Y/N’s waist, her gaze falling on those ring-clad fingers. She turned to look up at those beautiful, green eyes, “Hi Harry,” 
“Hi Birdy,” He whispered, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and then back up again. “Y making friends?”
“I’m trying,” She grinned. 
“Good to know,” He smirked and then held out his hand, sliding his fingers to thread with hers, “Y wanna dance with me?” 
“M not very good you know,” She had told him plenty of times before.
“S just swaying,” He repeated the words he said to her the first time they danced together. 
Y/N laughed softly as Harry pulled her closer, their bodies swaying gently to the smooth jazz music filling the room. She rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. With a contented sigh, Y/N relaxed into his embrace, letting the music wash over them. In that moment, as they moved together, there was nowhere else she'd rather be than in the arms of the pilot she pictured spending the rest of her life with. 
"What are you thinking in there?" Harry tapped the side of her head with the pad of his finger.
Y/N hummed, "I'm just happy,"
"Yeah? You are?"
"Yeah," Y/N sighed, resting her head against his heart, “I love you, Harry, so much,” Y/N murmured. 
“I love you too Birdy,” Harry leaned down to brush his lips with hers, “Bigger than the whole sky.”
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Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Mission: 'have a normal relationship' starts with a disagreement and a night out with friends.
Warning: therapy, brief mention of death/grief, mention of daddy!kink, choking... I think that's it? 😅 
Word count: 12k+
Author's note: it's been a while... again but she's finally here. The vote I put out a couple of days ago determined the ending of this chapter so the cliffhanger is basically you guys' fault but you didn't hear it from me. ANYWAY enjoy love you lots 😚
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“God y’so tight, baby.” Harry hissed from above you.
You could only whine in response. His touch was everywhere. Your back, your chest, your core, all the way down to your tense calves. His weight was pressed on your hips, holding you into the bed while his hands worked their magic anywhere there was a tight spot. And there wasn’t just one. 
“What have you been up to? Seriously. Is there another man?”
“Oh yeah.” You snorted, pressing your cheek into the mattress so your words weren’t muffled by the bedding anymore. Your brows knotted together as you spoke through a heavy breath, trying so hard not to make another noise of pain. “Me and my computer have been through some wild times. Fucked me up so good I can’t breathe.”
“That’s not funny.” He tutted, kneading his palms into your mid back in a way that had you groaning. “Your back is really bad, y/n. It shouldn’t be this bad for someone your age.”
“You can stop if it’s such an inconvenience.” You bit back with far more attitude than warranted for. 
“It’s not an inconvenience.” He sighed, your attitude sparking something in him. A need to correct it and a churn in his stomach that told him something was wrong. You had been a little… snappy the last couple of days. He was worried that he had done something, or that something had happened to you. There was the obvious phone call but you assured him you were okay about it. And he didn’t lie. He promised you he wouldn’t and he stuck by that. 
“I’m worried for you. You’re always sitting with bad posture. Your bed isn’t a good place to study, love. Maybe we need to invest in a different chair for your table.”
It was such a dad thing to say and while you appreciated the worry, it was the last thing you wanted to speak about. Mostly because you were fine with your current situation and you didn’t really need Harry rearranging your place. 
“Yeah, maybe.” 
Harry didn’t like your silence. You were a quiet thing when he first met you but you weren’t like that anymore. You always had something to say or comment on, or show him on social media. You couldn’t keep quiet even during shows and movies and yet it felt like you didn’t have anything to say to him. 
He hated it. 
“Is everything alright?” He asked the question softly, unable to hold back from asking. Harry knew a massage wasn’t the best time to ask you about your feelings, but it had been eating at him. 
He was still working on the knots in your back like he had trained his entire life for it. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Harry was good at giving massages considering his hands were good for many things that you already had the pleasure of experiencing. 
It wasn’t a particularly enjoyable experience. Some spots felt good to work on and others where you were glad you were pressed to the bed because the ache was so bad you wanted to crawl out of your own skin. 
You spent days and nights on your computer and most of the time it was in bed or on an uncomfortable chair so your body was suffering terribly. It was one of the reasons why you were barely dressed and being massaged on Harry’s bed rather than stuffed full of dick to finally christen the bed after sleeping together again. 
The other reason was that you were still thinking about that phone call. You had been thinking about it non-stop over the last couple of days since you saw him and the more you thought about it, the more it bugged you. It just hadn’t left your brain and you were trying so hard, so fucking hard to just be okay with him not wanting to tell you something. 
Everyone was allowed to keep things to themselves. You did. You certainly didn’t share every thought and feeling with Harry, or anyone really, but you also didn’t feel like you had any problems or secrets that he might need to know about. You didn’t have secret phone calls or hidden text messages, nor did you blatantly say that you didn’t want to tell him something.
While a suspicious phone call had only happened once and since then there was nothing out of the ordinary, you couldn’t help but feel lied to. You went over it in your head time and time again, trying to think of what it could be or why he wouldn’t want to tell you and every situation felt catastrophic. 
It was this endless cycle of trying to figure out what that call was about and trying to make yourself be okay with it. But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, there was this voice in the back of your head screaming at you to take this as a red flag, as a sign of him keeping things from you or not really changing as much as you thought he did.
You thought you trusted him again, that you already processed what happened and had been able to rebuild your trust and affection for him again while you two explored your relationship. But maybe it wasn’t as clear-cut as you thought it would be. 
Maybe the other shoe hadn’t dropped yet. 
“I think the answer is obvious.” You groaned, digging your fingers into the bedding to ground you. He wasn’t going particularly hard but it hurt like nothing else. 
“No, I mean… is there something else bothering you? You’ve been a bit quiet recently, that’s all.” 
You didn’t reply right away, but you also didn’t want to seem like something was wrong. Even with these ill feelings… you didn’t want to jump the gun. You wanted to give him a chance to explain things when he was ready. It was clearly family related so you wanted to respect that maybe it was too private for you to know about. 
Still… you two loved each other. Why wouldn’t he trust you? He knew practically everything about your family and you still felt like you hardly knew anything aside from basic surface information about his. 
“I’m just really tired. It’s been a long week.” You sighed. 
Harry didn’t want to admit it but he didn’t believe your response. 
“It’s okay. I understand.” He replied, smoothing his hands over your back. “Do you want me to continue?” 
“No. It’s okay.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and turned your face to look back at him. His eyes connected to yours and you felt your heart pang in your chest. There was so much uncertainty behind love in his gaze. You had a feeling he was seeing through your lies. 
Harry was quick to swing his leg back over your hips so you could move. When you were free you held your arm to your chest and placed your spare hand on his cheek so you could sit up and kiss him. “Thank you, H.” 
He smiled softly, “you’re welcome, darling.” He searched your eyes for a moment and grabbed the hand towel beside you to wipe his hands clean of the massage lotion he was using on you. “I love you. You know that right?”
“Of course I do.” You grabbed your t-shirt and slipped it back on, feeling your body ache with every movement. 
“And you can tell me when something is wrong. When I’ve done something wrong. You know that too right?”
He swore he could see your eyes crack for a second, but you hid it with that gorgeous smile of yours while you untucked your hair from the back of your shirt and grabbed his face with both hands. “Always.” You kissed him again softly, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Harry smiled. “Let me go wash my hands then we can watch something. Yeah? Archie, you can come back up now.” He looked over at the big fluff laying on his dog bed on the floor who immediately jumped up to join you on the bed. 
“My son!” you exclaimed, your mood immediately lifting as your arms widened to embrace him. He lept into them, completely ignoring Harry getting up while pushing you back onto the bed and licking you all over your face. His tail was wagging an obscene amount and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 
Harry smiled at the sight and disappeared into his bathroom to wash his hands. He returned a moment later to find you in the exact same position, except with Archie flat on top of you. Archie was a big boy and all Harry could see beneath the fur was your arms wrapped around him, your legs and your face peeking over Archie’s shoulder. 
“Always stealing my damn woman.” Harry tutted, climbing back onto the bed before running his fingers through the back of Archie’s head. 
“You’re gonna have to put on the show, H. I’m trapped.” You let out an exasperated sigh and looked at him with a grin while Archie’s tail wagged erratically. The stink knew you were talking about him. 
“Sometimes I think he’s trying to steal you on purpose. Damn cockblocker” Harry muttered, smirking at the way you rolled your eyes. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and switched to Netflix. 
“I think my back is the cockblock tonight.” And your anxious feelings. “With the way you toss me around, I think you’d undo all the good work you’ve done tonight.” 
“Darling you know damn well that I can move your body however I want and make it feel fucking fantastic.” He flashed you a glance that almost challenged you to take him up on your claim. To finally christen his bed. The same bed he tied you up on, spanked you on, made you squirt and beg… where he took your anal virginity. Where you called him Daddy… 
But you couldn’t exactly force yourself to get in the mood. 
“I think your humility is my favourite quality of yours.” You rolled your eyes which earnt a pinch on your thigh in reprimand. Archie jerked at the way your thigh tensed at the bite of pain and was quick to bark at Harry. “See. Even Archie agrees.”
“You’re lucky I love you.” He remarked. You grinned and puckered your lips, making kissing noises until he leaned over you to give you a peck. 
“No, you’re lucky. It’s two against one now Harry and you know Archie will always take my side.”
Harry just laughed and played the show, shuffling down so you two were sharing the pillow and he was close to you. You loved spending time together like this. Just you two (and Archie) in your little bubble where you could relax and just exist in the same space and be happy. 
Your legs were intertwined as one and Archie was happy as anything using you as a bed. It was perfect. Until Harry had to talk about a topic that just ruined the vibe. 
“Can I ask you something?” Harry asked after a bit of quiet. You hummed a yes in reply. “Are you ready to tell your parents about us?” 
You froze at the question and looked at him. His expression was soft, but you could see the weight behind his question. You were ready, before that damn phone call. You wanted to be out in the open and just live like a normal couple. Sure you were nervous for your parents’ reaction, but you were sure about your relationship and you were ready to fight for it and try and smooth things over if they had an adverse reaction.
But now you had these doubts and worries that there was something major that Harry was keeping from you and you weren’t really sure. You were sure about your relationship; that hadn’t changed. But you weren’t sure if you were ready to fight to defend him just yet if there was this big secret looming over your shoulders.
You felt a little sensitive about it, maybe too sensitive considering he told you he wasn’t ready to speak about it, not that he would never tell you. But you couldn’t help how you felt and how uneasy it was to know he was hiding something from you. Kinda like when someone started a sentence with ‘no offense’. It didn’t really make anyone feel better. 
Your parents had every right to disagree with your relationship and while deep down you knew they’d never disown you and it wouldn’t get that far, the reality was that you needed to ask yourself if Harry was worth it.
It was a question you had asked yourself over and over and thought long and hard about and something you already answered and came to terms with when you two started dating. If the answer was anything but an unequivocal yes you never would’ve given him a second chance. 
That answer hadn’t changed and the moment that answer became no was the moment you knew there was a serious problem. But you still weren’t ready just yet. You thought you were, but that phone call shook you up more than you would’ve liked.
“I don’t know if I am.” You replied softly.
Harry was a little shocked at your reply and his usual ability to hide how he was feeling seemed to disappear. Things had been going so well with you two that it felt like the obvious next step and it felt right. He thought that after being together with friends, your family was the next step. It had always been what you wanted and what you talked about.
And now that he directly asked you, you said no?
“Okay…” he cleared his throat and sat up straight in the bed. “Can I ask why?”
“I guess I just want our friends to be good with us first, that’s all.” You didn’t really want to share your concerns about the phone call. It was still so fresh and you wanted to at least give him the benefit of the doubt and a chance to tell you about it himself. “You always said that it would be good like that. So they could support us if it didn’t go very well.”
“I did say that and I know I said I wanted to go at your pace, but I also don’t want to be living in secret forever.” There was a heavy undertone in his voice and you weren’t really sure where it was coming from. “You can’t even stay tonight because your parents think you’re at Lucy’s. I have to drop you off at her place so no one will see your car. It’s a bit ridiculous.”
You could sense the shift in the conversation and his tone. He was getting a bit defensive and it felt unwarranted given how he had always put the decision to you. Now at the first proper time he’s checked in to see how you’re feeling about it, he turns around and says it’s ridiculous?
“I know it’s ridiculous.” You sighed, sitting up so Archie was forced to get off you. Once you were free you crossed your legs and faced Harry properly. “But we both knew this was what it was going to be like. It won’t be like this forever.”
“I want it to be on your terms y/n, I do, and I’m not saying I won’t be patient. But do you not find it frustrating?” 
You found his accusation a little irritating, but you also understood it. This was the first time you two were properly talking about it and it was frustrating. But you didn’t find it as bad as Harry seemed to. Yeah, you would’ve liked to be able to do things near your childhood home, but you were happy with the little life you two were building. 
You understood the inconvenience though. Though he said the distance wasn’t a problem for him, you felt bad that he was always driving and you couldn’t return the favor as often. 
“I do.” You sighed, “We can barely spend time here because of it. You constantly have to find someone to take care of Archie and I know you hate leaving him overnight. And you always have to drive to me. I get it.”
“It’s not about the driving, y/n. It’s the fact that I can’t walk out of my house with you without pretending you’re just stopping by to see my dog. Or that we can’t do things around here without planning a secondary meeting point. I want your presence all over my house and my life but we’re constantly in a time crunch.”
He was starting to get accusatory now. Harry didn’t mean it in that way and he was trying to keep his frustrations at bay because he wasn’t upset at you. He respected that you weren’t ready but it was still a frustrating situation. 
“I know. But we get that all the time at my place. We can be a normal couple there and do whatever we want. Isn’t that enough for now?” 
“Yes…” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “No, yeah you’re right. You’re right. What we have is the best it can be given the circumstances.”
Something about the way he phrased that irked you and you couldn’t explain why. The best it can be given the circumstances. You were happy with how things were and how they were progressing. You were still taking your time which is what you wanted and what Harry claimed to want too. But you almost felt like he was getting comfortable. Too comfortable where he was almost forgetting how deeply he hurt you. 
And barely a week after he told you he fucking loved you. 
There was a… a tiny sliver in your brain that told you he was just waiting to sleep with you again to somehow fuck things up so you’d break up with him. That he liked the sex but the rest was too much for him. That he… told you he loved you just to convince you this was real. 
You didn’t believe it. Not when you saw and believed how earnest he was and how important the gesture of his pearl necklace was to you and him. But the doubt was still there. The tiny sliver of doubt. 
“You’re right. Given the circumstances where you broke my trust and lied to me constantly, I think we have the best it can be.” You grabbed your drink bottle from the bedside table then got off the bed and started to walk out of the room.
“God. Fuck.” Harry cursed, “Y/n, I didn’t mean…” He was quick to get up and follow you, fearing that he suddenly fucked up the entire conversation. He didn’t want you to leave. “Baby, don’t leave.” He called after you, practically running down the stairs to catch up.
“I’m not leaving. I’m filling up my drink bottle.” You replied simply, barely looking at him over your shoulder.
“I think about what I did to you every fucking day, y/n.” He stressed, following you into the kitchen. “Every day.”
“I believe you.” You shrugged while heading into his walk-in pantry where the fridge was. 
Harry felt like his whole world was about to explode. Expressing his frustrations turned into him shoving his foot in his mouth and fucking everything up. And now… now it was like you were revealing all these hidden feelings you had towards him. He could read it in your body language and the way you walked away from him.
In hindsight, he should’ve just left the conversation about your parents at your first response. He should’ve just bulshitted some reply about how he understood when in reality he was frustrated by the entire thing. But he couldn’t do that. Not when his frustrations went far deeper than having to find a dogsitter for Archie (i.e. his son) because you couldn’t spend the night at his house.
Harry could feel the apprehension in the air. It lingered like stale cigarette smoke or the heavy aftermath of a humid day. You were starting to doubt the relationship or him or everything or-well he didn’t fucking know. But he knew something was going on. It was why he asked you during your massage and why he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
Something was wrong and you weren’t telling him and he just wanted to shake you and force the words out of your mouth.
“Do you?” You could feel his eyes focused right on you from where he stood in the doorway, practically trapping you in the small space.  “I can read you, y/n. I can tell you don’t.”
“Harry, I do believe you.” You sighed, setting your drink bottle down on the bench before crossing your arms. “ I do. But I just don’t understand why you’re rushing me with this.”
“I’m not rushing you. That wasn’t my intention. I was just… expressing my frustrations about it all.”
“You’re allowed to do that, but saying that what we have is the best given the circumstances makes it sound kind of shit.” You looked down at the floor, avoiding his eye contact. He walked towards you and without any words wrapped his arms around your body to tuck you into his chest. 
“I shouldn’t have phrased it like that.” He murmured, resting his chin on the top of your head. It took a moment for you to relax into it, but once you did he could feel the immediate warmth as you pressed your cheek to his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry”
“No. You shouldn’t have. I think what we have is pretty great but if you don't think that then…”
“No.” He deadpanned, immediately pulling back to look at you. He slid his hands over your face, cradling it like you were the most precious thing in the world. “What we have is perfect. I love every moment I have with you, even when you’re hiding in the front seat so the neighbours can’t see you.” 
A small smile broke on your lips at his comment, “I want us to get to a place where we can do whatever we want. I think you just need to be a bit patient with me.”
“You’re right.” Harry nodded, scanning your face, “I put you through hell. I know I did. I think I just got a little caught up in you and the romance and jumped too far ahead and that’s my fault. I want to be with you all the time without hiding anything from anyone and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m sorry.”
“I know.” You smiled softly, still feeling that swirl of uneasiness in your chest. “But we’re going to start moving things forward in other ways. Like with our friends. Right?”
“Yes. Definitely,” he nodded, smoothing his hands down your neck to your shoulders. “I’ll call Niall. Just make sure your friends are free and I’ll organise it.”
“Okay.” 
“Okay… I love you.” He murmured, running his thumb over your cheek. 
“I love you too.” 
//
“There’s something going on with her Max, I’m telling you. I can sense it.” Harry tapped his foot anxiously on the floor, repeatedly combing through Princess’ soft due. 
“Okay… have you asked her about it?” Max replied, scanning her eyes over his cagey posture.
“Of course I have. She’s just been…” He let out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. It’s unnerving. Like she’s hiding something from me and I can’t figure out what.” 
“Do you think it has anything to do with the call to your mother? About Gemma?”
“No.” He replied instantly, eyes snapping to hers. 
“That was a fast reaction. Are you sure?” She cocked her head and the look she gave him was one Harry despised. It was a look that told him that she already knew the answer. She was just waiting on whether he’d tell the truth or not. 
“She seemed understanding about it. And she hasn’t brought it back up.” He shrugged. 
“Have you brought it back up?”
“…No.” Harry replied hesitantly, having a semi-good idea of what she was going to say next. 
Max paused, closing her notebook over her crossed legs. “Allow me to do a run-through.”
“Of what?” His movements on Princess’ hair paused for a moment, already hating wherever Alex was going with this.
“Your relationship. Just to put it into perspective.” 
“I don’t need a run-through, Max, I’m in the relationship.” Harry scoffed, “I know what I’ve done and I know what’s happened.”
“Okay. Then let me ask you why you don’t think that lying to her about your family hurt her? She knows you’re hiding something from her. You lied about your family and you broke your promise to her.”
“I’m not lying, Max.” Harry defended, in serious denial about his own actions. “I told her that I didn’t want to hide the phone call but that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. That’s not a lie.”
Max sighed and opened up the book again, looking between him and her page as she started jotting down notes. Harry hated it when she did that. He knew it was some therapist trick to make the patient anxious or more truthful or something that honestly worked too well on him. 
“You know this doesn’t work if you’re dishonest. We’ve been doing this far too long for you to start lying now.” 
“I’m not being dishonest.” He breathed out a dry laugh, “I told her that I wasn’t going to pretend that the phone didn’t happen, just that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m allowed to keep things from her.”
“You’re making excuses. You’ve hid a huge part of your life from her. That is a lie, Harry.” 
Harry had a love-hate relationship with Max. She kept him grounded and provided unfiltered support and advice. He could say anything to her and she’d know how to handle it and for that he would be forever grateful to her. She had saved his life more than once. But he hated that she was always right.
Because he was lying. He was a big fat fucking liar and even though he wanted to try and spin the story so it sounded like he was doing the right thing, he wasn’t and he knew it. He broke his promise to you and he disrespected you by hiding such a big part of his life.
At the same time though… this secret was something he had kept to himself for a long time. Aside from Max, there was only a select few in Australia who knew about it and that was only because they knew Gemma. You would be the first person he tells in years and that wasn’t an easy thing to do. He couldn’t just say it and Harry had to be prepared for it to change your relationship completely. 
“Do you think I want to lie to her?” He snapped, the uptick of his tone causing Princess to meow loudly as some sort of reprimand. He exhaled deeply to try and calm himself, “I would give my life for hers in a fucking heartbeat. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.” 
“So why have you kept it a secret for so long?” 
It took a long moment of silence for Harry to finally muster up the words. He had uttered those words to Max more times than he could count and yet this time it was harder than ever. He knew it was because this had to do with you. 
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Max prompted gently after sensing that those two words were a complete sentence. 
“That she’ll stop loving me.” He held his gaze firmly to Princess, unable to look Max in the eye. “That she’ll find me disgusting. Fuck I find me disgusting. Why wouldn’t she?… I’m a… I’m a coward.”
“Do you think y/n would leave you over this?”
“I don’t know. I think it would put our relationship back. She wouldn’t trust me anymore.”
“Isn’t that a decision she needs to make? You decided to hide what Ethan did and it had dire consequences. You took away her choice then and that’s what you’re doing now.” Max could see the way Harry visibly tensed at her mentioning of Ethan, but it didn’t last very long before his shoulders were starting to sink low. Harry looked deflated.
“I’m not… I don’t know, Max.”
“You know what the right thing to do is, Harry. Telling yourself she’s better off not knowing is an excuse.”
“I know it’s an excuse. I know.” His voice was almost pleading, desperate like he just wanted to skip the middle and move to the end where his last secret was out in the open and you two were okay. 
“Speaking to her about it might actually make you feel better. It might help you work through it in preparation for contacting Gemma again… if that’s something you still want.” 
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Just consider it.” she smiled softly, “Your mother wants you to go home for Gemma’s birthday, right? Why don’t we make that a goal? There’s still a few more months.” 
And there it was. The phone call. One of the reasons Harry booked an extra session this week. 
“I don’t even know what I’d say to either of them.” Harry exhaled deeply, “How do I apologise to Gemma and how do I explain to y/n that I left my only sister in her greatest time of need? It’s just fucked. And it’s all my fault.”
“Why don’t you write a letter?” Max suggested. “One to Gemma and one to y/n. You don’t need to send it but you can get your feelings out and try and organise your thoughts about it all. You’ve kept a journal in the past and it helped you. Addressing the people you’ve hurt might… help you find some clarity.”
“Then what?”
“Then you can start small.” She shrugged, “A text, a call. Whatever you think is the appropriate approach to reach out to Gemma again. I know it’s been a while since you contacted her but we can work through it together. I can be there every step of the way if you want me to.”
It was something Harry had wanted to do for a long time. His relationship with his family was so important to him and yet it was the one thing he had yet made a true effort to try and fix. Well, he did in the beginning, but now it almost felt like too little too late. But his mum constantly encouraged him to reach out to Gemma again and she always invited him to every special family event. She was the one constant in his life and he knew that all she ever wanted was her two children in the same house again.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I can ask you to do. These are just suggestions. You know that.” Max smiled.
“I know.” He murmured, looking over at Princess before the little clock on the side table next to the couch caught his peripheral vision. Finally. “My times up.” He announced it without any room for interpretation and stood from the couch.
“I can extend, if you need.” Max followed suit and stood up, setting her notebook on the chair behind her. 
“No. It’s okay. I’ll see you next week.” Harry smiled, feeling relief that he was able to leave the room and process some of this by himself. “Bye Princess.” He reached down and gave Princess one more scratch behind his fluffy ears before turning back to his therapist. “Thanks Max”
//
H: Are you coming here before we go? I miss you. :(
You smiled to yourself, feeling that dizzying and slightly overwhelming love you had for him. Like a happy burning in your heart. Harry was such a baby sometimes and it honestly wasn’t what you expected when you started dating him. But you couldn’t lie, you did love it. He could be as dominating as anything (which you also frothed over) then be a needy child a moment later. 
You: No. We’re having pres here then we’ll meet you at the bar Xx 
H: Ok. What are you wearing tonight? 
You: You’ll seeeeee. You’ll like it
H: I know I will. H: Can’t wait to get my hands on you. Text me when you’re on your way. X
“Ugh. You’re disgusting.” Lucy rolled her eyes, throwing her empty can at you. You rolled your eyes and heart reacted to Harry’s message before turning off your phone and throwing it onto the carpet of Lucy’s floor.
“Whatever. I’m in love, remember.” You teased, grabbing your glass to finish off the last bit of the sweet sugary alcohol that was getting you relaxed and giddy for what the night was going to bring. You needed to get drunk to get out of your head. At this point it might’ve been the only thing to not ruin the night. 
“It’s so cute!” Priya beamed, eyes meeting yours for a moment as she blended her eyeshadow. “I can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s so exciting.”
“I think it’s exciting.” Lucy defended, “I wouldn’t have helped the dickhead if I didn’t like him. I’m just…” she paused to flick her eyeliner out, her hand slightly shaky from the couple drinks she already had. “…weary. I’m your best friend, I’m allowed to look at this through the eyes of a parent.”
“I appreciate that, Luce. I really do, but tonight I want you to look at him as a friend. I want you to get to know him, like actually get to know him. He’s… I can see a future with him and I want our lives to be normal.” You explained, feeling that buzz start to grow slowly and slowly. 
“You’re starting off in the most un-normal way, babe.” She snorted. “Your relationship is never going to be normal. Your age gap, your living situation. None of it is normal.”
“Okay, seriously. Are you going to be like this all night?” You snapped, far too aggressive for her comment. She was just telling the truth, something that you valued heavily in your friendship. 
“Jeez. I’m sorry. I’m just telling the truth.” Lucy defended. 
“No… I know…” you sighed, looking at her apologetically. You didn’t mean to snap. You were just a little on edge and her reality check seemed to trigger you somehow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just… been going through it I think.”
Lucy had a feeling something was wrong. From the moment you walked in her door she could sense something was wrong. But she didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news or the one to ruin the vibe. She’d ask you about it, but not tonight. 
“Okay well we can go through it tomorrow, okay?” She responded softly. “You want to have a good night, so let’s have a good night.” Her tone turned positive, trying to comfort you. “here-” she then got up and passed you another drink, squeezing your arm comfortingly before she plopped back onto the floor where she was doing her makeup. 
“Agreed. Let’s have a good night.” You smiled, opening the can to start your third drink of the night. 
By the time you were at the bar, all three of you were sufficiently tipsy. You didn’t want to be too drunk, so you cut yourself off at four drinks while Priya had a few extra. Lucy cut herself off earlier than you but you were all in a good mood. 
It was a nice bar in the city, barely 30 minutes by Uber. Harry booked a booth for the night which you were all excited about. None of you had ever done that before but Harry picked the place and decided that he wanted everyone to be comfortable for the night. His shout. 
You tried to offer money but he was adamant (as usual) that you weren’t going to pay a cent. He even went as far as booking your Uber for you because he wanted to make sure you were safe, which was a gesture all three of you appreciated. 
Harry, Niall and Jed were at the bar a lot earlier than you three were. They met at Harry’s first and went in together, which gave Harry ample opportunity to chat with Niall and Jed while it was just them. He truly was as happy as ever that Niall and Jed were in a relationship now, and to think they properly bonded over Harry’s fucked up situation. 
It was just so nice to see. Jed was still a bit reserved, but Niall brought him out of his shell and Harry could literally feel the happiness radiating off of them. It was intoxicating and he was excited for you to properly get to know the couple as Harry knew them. Niall was so important to him, and now Jed was, as an extension of him so this night meant a lot to Harry. 
Getting to know Jed made Harry realise that this night was way overdue. He couldn’t wait for you to arrive, really. All night he had been checking his phone to see if you texted him, like some lovesick puppy with attachment issues. But he couldn’t help it. 
You were nearing your end of term, only a week and a bit to go before you got a break so you were busy as ever. He had only managed to see you once this week and he was getting antsy. Due to Harry’s own work schedule you were only able to get dinner together in the city once he finished work before you had to go home, so he was looking forward to seeing you again. 
He tried to get you to spend the night at his house tonight but you didn’t want to ditch your friends or have to sneak out early morning which he understood. Harry hoped that tonight was the beginning of your free and open relationship. He wanted more nights like this where you two were with your friends and the people you cared about. 
People that included both your families. He thought a lot about what Alex said to him about telling you the truth. He didn’t want to keep it from you anymore but at the same time… he was so scared. He was scared to make amends with his sister and he was scared to tell you the truth. But he needed to. He just… needed to work himself up to it. 
To start though, he wanted to win over your friends. Which was his focus for the night. 
“Your girl is late, mate. I almost forgot how long it takes girls to get ready.” Niall joked, taking a sip of his beer. 
“Her Uber’s arrived. She’ll be here soon.” Harry replied, looking down at his phone to see if you texted him. 
It was like he spoke you into existence because a moment later his eyes connected to you as you were walking through the crowd of people. Lucy was guiding you and Priya through the crowd, all holding hands in this way that Harry found adorable. You were last in the line and looking so drop-dead fucking gorgeous his cock stirred in his pants. Like he was under the influence of some Pavlov experiment where just the sight of you got him hard. 
He could see the glitter on your eyes from here, the deep shade of your lipstick and shimmer you somehow applied to your skin. You were like a fairy and Harry was proper obsessed with whatever you had done to your skin and makeup. He had seen you dressed nice before, even dressed up to go out like this. But there was something different about tonight. 
You were radiant and when you got a bit closer and all three men stood to greet you, he felt himself even have to hold back a curse on what you were wearing. Short and black; a little dress with thin straps that fell mid thigh. You paired it with sneakers which he found adorable, but there was nothing adorable about the way you were staring at him. 
Harry specifically wore something he thought you’d like and by your reaction, he had picked right. Black pants and a black linen shirt, unbuttoned hairway with the sleeves rolled up. You liked it when he showed his chest, so he did just that. He wore his signature cross necklace and chose an excessive amount of chunky rings, just because you liked picturing his hand around your neck in them. 
You looked at him like you wanted to devour him, and he was sure he looked at you just the same. 
“Hi baby.” Harry greeted once the three of you told your name to the security guard manning the little rope that separated the busy dance floor from the few booths the club offered. He brought you into a tight hug, taking advantage of being the last to greet each other while the others made small talk. “You look…” he pulled away and put his hands on your hips, eyeing you all over “…fucking incredible. Drop dead gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” You blushed, sliding your hands over his shirt to feel the material. “I love this. You look so good.”
“‘S all for you.” He spoke in your ear, dipping in so you could hear him properly over the music. You fisted his shirt in your hands, desperate to kiss him. 
But it was a bit weird. 
Not between you and Harry (though there was that underlying anxiety you had in the pit of your stomach), but it was weird to be out with people you knew. It shouldn’t have been considering he was always at your place and you two were out and about like normal, but so far it had always been just you two. 
He saw Maeve and Jay here and there but this was the first proper thing as a couple where it wasn’t just you two in your bubble working through your feelings and getting to know each other on another level. It still felt like you had to hide the fact that you two were dating. 
“Oh come on you two. Kiss before I die from waiting.” Niall yelled, rolling his eyes while plopping back down into the booth. 
Harry just ignored him and grabbed your chin to pull you in for a kiss. Your tipsy giggle at the movement turned into a moan, but he kept it reasonably quick and clean before pulling away. “Hi gorgeous.” He smiled, pecking you again. 
“Hi.” You grinned, wiping off the bit of lipstick on his mouth with your thumb before he dragged you alongside him back into the booth.  
“I ordered you a drink,” Harry spoke against your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist with his hand firmly grabbing your hip. He pulled you tight against him so your whole side was pressed to his. It was like he never wanted to let you go. 
“What did you get?” You asked back, letting your left leg hook over his. 
“Something sweet and fruity. And a tequila shot.” He grinned, eyes dropping down to your body for a moment. You could tell he was tipsy already by how relaxed and touchy-feely he was being. 
“You know me so well.” You mused, patting his cheek haphazardly before your attention was caught by something Niall said across the table. 
Harry was right about Niall. He was a fucking crack-up. At the very beginning of the night, it was a tad awkward. There was small talk being yelled over the music and you all found yourselves talking in the comfort of your pairs. But Niall was a drunk social butterfly and his energy was quickly absorbed by the group within minutes and as soon as the drinks started flowing, so did the laughs. 
It was easy to talk about nothing and everything all at the same time. Jed took a little longer to open up, but the alcohol seemed to help. He was surprisingly funny when he relaxed into it, which wasn’t what you expected. It seemed like a black cat, golden retriever type of vibe but you could see how him and Niall were compatible. 
And Harry… well he was Harry. He could win a crowd with his smile only. He was easily able to charm everyone with his stories and boisterous laugh. The constant rounds of drinks coming from his pocket seemed to help too, but it was nice to see him getting along with your friends. Mostly anyways. 
“You’re such a liar!” Lucy yelled across the table, rolling her eyes. 
“I’m not. Scouts honour.” Harry laughed, squeezing your hip affectionately while taking a swig of his tequila. You leaned into him, practically on top of his lap with how tight he was holding onto you. Not that you minded. You quite liked being positioned in a way that clearly told everyone walking by that you two were dating. That he owned you.
“He’s not lying.” Niall butted in, “the fucker really does have four nipples. Like some genetically modified Greek god.” He bellowed a laugh afterwards, finding it the funniest thing ever. Jed rolled his eyes but you could see him soften as Niall’s arm slung around his shoulder and he whispered something into his ear.
“Technically two are birthmarks,” Harry waved his glass around as he spoke, “but they look like nipples.”
“They do.” You agreed, sipping your drink.
“I can vouch for that too.” Niall raised his beer in a cheers to himself before he clinked it with Jed’s stationary glass on the table and drank a few big gulps. 
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Lucy laughed, taking big gulps of her drink. “Well I’m not asking to see them and you’re not offering so, girls-” she stood abruptly like she suddenly forgot Harry’s nipples were a topic of conversation a moment earlier. She swayed a little and put her hand on Priya’s shoulder for a bit of balance. “I need to pee and I need to dance.” 
“Me too.” Priya stood up as well and held her hand out to you. 
“I’m coming!” You went to stand up but Harry was quick to pull you back down beside him.
“Where are you going?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, words spoken directly into your ear. “You keep leaving me.” You had to hold back a moan at how good it felt. Being drunk seemed to make your body sensitive to everything he was doing.
“To pee again and dance.” You replied, grabbing his jaw so you could look at him. “You promised me one too, remember?” 
Harry flashed you a drunk smile and nodded, eyes glazed with tequila. “I always keep my promises, darling. Pinky promise.” He declared, holding his pinky out for you to take. It was a childish antic that you adored and reciprocated by wrapping your pinky around his. 
“You’re lying. But I’ll forgive you for it.” You planted a kiss on the slight pout that formed on his lips before you were grabbed out of your spot by Lucy’s strong grip. 
“What do you mean by that?” He asked a second later through furrowed brows. It took a moment for him to process what you said. Your words were followed with such quick movements he nearly got whiplash. But even in his drunken state, he could understand that you were calling him a liar. It was like an ice cold bucket being thrown over his head. He was sent right back to your comment when you had that argument and what Alex said about him lying to you. 
The truth was, you had no idea what he was talking about. The words slipped out like the deepest thoughts of your brain and went in one ear and out the other. You could barely remember the nipple conversation let alone the slip of your tongue.
“What?” You called, not sure if you were misunderstanding the context or what he was actually saying as well.
“Come on, y/n,” Lucy yelled, tugging you behind her. You grabbed your shoulder bag from the booth seat and yelled an ‘I’ll be back’ to your boyfriend then let yourself be dragged through the club to the bathrooms. 
“God he’s obsessed with you!” Priya squealed once you were in the slightly quieter bathroom. Lucy ran into one of the stalls and you were both quick to stand in front of the door and hold the top just in case.
“You think?” You smiled dreamily, leaning against the stall door.
“You think?” Lucy mimicked from inside the stall. “y/n, he’s practically showing you off to every man in the bar. I’ve never seen someone smirk or raise their glass to more strangers than he has.” The door whipped open a moment later, causing both you and Priya to stumble at the loss of balance. “When I went out with ‘plungie’ he tried to start fights over some drunk guy just looking at me. It was so stupid.”
“Yeah, Pete was like that too. Jealous as fuck and not in a hot way.” Priya nodded like her head was going to come off, “Harry is so secure. It’s like he likes when they look at you.”
“Yeah, probably in more ways than one.” Lucy snorted, referencing your dabble or rather, full experimentation with exhibitionism. 
“Shut up.” You gasped, shoving her with a laugh as you fell back against the closed stall door once Priya went inside. “He doesn’t need to be jealous. He knows I’m his.” Your hand went to the little pearls around your neck, fiddling with them so that warm feeling filled your chest.
“Okay but be honest. Seriously honest.” Lucy looked at you through the mirror with a serious expression. “Are you happy? Does he make you happy?” 
You nodded firmly. “Yes. Extremely happy.”
She smiled and fished out her lipstick to reapply, “Good.”
“Does this mean you like him?” You teased, nudging her calf with your sneaker. She rolled her eyes.
“Maybe. Ask me when I’m not drunk with drinks he’s paid for.”
Priya bounced out of her stall a moment later, fluffing her hair. “Hey, does he seriously have four nipples?”
You and Lucy both laughed and you decided to ignore the question to go to the bathroom yourself. Once you three were done and had taken sufficient photos in the mirror, you returned to the dancefloor and found a good little spot near the booths to dance. It was your third toilet trip of the night and you were all definitely feeling the alcohol now that you were up and moving around. 
The three of you bounced around and sang along with the songs you knew, but it wasn’t long before the three men you arrived with stumbled onto the dance floor to join you. You felt Niall’s weight first, his laugh loud as he slung his arms across yours and Priya’s shoulders. 
“You two are marvelous dancers. Like two flamingos.” He slurred, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. He went to do the same with Priya before Jed pulled him away and yelled a sorry to the two of you. 
You just laughed and shared a glance with Priya before you felt another set of arms snake around you. This time they were those familiar, strong arms attached to a glorious man who smelt too good and felt too good around you. 
“God baby, you’re so sexy when you dance.” Harry said in your ear, pressing his hands to your lower stomach while pushing his hips into your bum. Dancing in a sweaty club with a man had only felt like this once in your life and it was a feeling you could never get again. 
But with Harry… god just feeling him pressed into your back was turning you on in feral ways. If the bathrooms weren’t so well guarded to prevent exactly what you wanted to do, you had half a mind to pull him into a stall and suck his cock. 
“Apparently I dance like a flamingo. Whatever that means.” You yelled back, tilting your head to look up at him. He had a look of confusion on his face and laughed.  
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it.” You responded, turning around to grab onto his collar. He smirked down at you, preempting the movement way before you tugged his collar down to join your mouths. 
God it was so hot. His hands found your ass shamelessly, giving into his tipsy desires without a single care who was around. Harry had done far worse in public, practically all but fucking someone so a little grinding and making out with the love of his life was the least scandalous thing he could do. Besides, Harry knew that the majority of the people around you two were doing the same thing or too drunk to care. 
“You’re so hot.” You gasped, panting when the kiss broke and his lips found your jaw. His smirk curled against your skin. 
“I fucking love you.” He spoke right in your ear before pulling back to grab your neck to kiss you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, pressing harder against him while curling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 
His hands were on your ass, your back, your hair. He tugged at it and kneaded your ass, keeping you as close as humanly possible to him. It was exhilarating doing this with so many people around and ignited that part of you that found the exhibitionist area of Pleasing so exciting - the part of you that orgasmed so easily when Harry fingered you on the deck of the boat during your weekend away. 
“I love you.” You panted, kissing him again. He echoed the sentiment as a groan in your mouth before he suddenly turned you around so your back was to your chest. 
“Dance for me.” He rumbled into your ear, using a firm grip on your hips to grind them against him. You were happy to oblige and started swaying your hips along with his. 
You made eye contact with Lucy who was dancing with a stranger, facing you with a big goofy smile. She motioned to the guy behind her and made a thumbs up, flipping it up and down to ask you if he was hot or not. You nodded and flashed a thumbs to her. She puckered her lips in a kiss to you before turning around to welcome the guy’s sloppy drunk kiss. 
“Is that what you used to do?” Harry asked you, tipping his head towards Lucy. 
“Sometimes.” You replied, laughing when his fingers dug with purpose into your hips. “Most of the time it wasn’t good. Drunk boys don’t kiss very well.”
“And what about me?” He asked in your ear, sliding his palm flat over your belly. God having his big fucking hand right over your lower stomach was driving you crazy. 
Your eyes fluttered closed and you turned your head to look back up at him. “Well you’re not a boy.”
“No I’m not.” He smirked, pressing his palm over your neck to kiss you. Your neck angled towards him in that submissive way he loved while you kissed back eagerly. The kiss broke with a laugh when Niall made some joke about you two then you were separated and forced to dance with your friends. But it was barely one song before he was attempting to bring you back. 
“Bring me back my woman.” Harry yelled over the crowd, pulling you back into him. You laughed at his antics, your back bumping against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your chest. He swayed you violently side to side, yelling the words of the song into your ear in an obnoxious way that drunk you found hilarious. 
The dance floor was packed and Harry was happy to take advantage of that and keep you close to him. He had a hand or an arm around you at all times, even when Niall was yelling something in his ear or you were jumping around as a group. 
Harry was so protective of you and was constantly aware of your presence. You could tell he wasn’t as drunk as you, but he was sufficiently tipsy and you couldn’t help but love the boyish humour and antics that came out of him when he was like this. It was the complete opposite of his birthday party. He was genuinely happy and it was one of the best nights through and through. 
“I love you.” He announced, planting two sloppy kisses on your mouth. He had this big goofy smile on his face and he was flushed and slightly sweaty. His once tame hair had become unruly, looking like a freshly sexed college boy. Your lipstick left marks on his cheek and jaw, smudging around his mouth. It looked like you two just had a marathon of a fuck. 
Somehow it was even sexier that he looked like this after you two just having fun and messing around in a busy club. In an instant your hunger and the urge to rip his clothes off hit you like a fucking truck. It was all you could think about. 
You pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, kissing him deeply before reaching up on your tippy toes to reach his ear with your mouth. He pressed his hands to your lower back, supporting your tipsy body while you crawled your hands up until your arms were wrapped around his neck and your full body was supported by him. 
“I’m way too drunk but I want you to fuck me so bad, Daddy. Right here. Right now. However you want.” Your voice broke in a tipsy laugh as you leaned back to look at him, settling flat on your feet. 
His eyes darkened while his hand threaded into the hair at the back of your head, fisting it tight enough to make you gasp as his hand pressed your lower back against his body. “You are way too drunk.” He mused, dipping in to kiss you in a dizzying way. “I fucking love you for it.” 
“Does that mean you don’t want me back? That’s rude.” You pouted, mouth parting in another gasp when his fist tightened even harder in your hair and he pressed his lips to your ear. 
“I can’t even say the things I want to do with you out loud.” 
You laughed again, wishing you weren’t as drunk and wishing you could go home with your lover instead of your friends. You never thought you’d get to the point of prioritizing your partner over your friends, but you had never wanted to cling to a person like you did with Harry. You weren’t really used to sharing him with anyone, even friends.  
Harry laughed along with you, letting go of your hair so he could smooth his hands down to your hips to guide you in the way he wanted you to love. Inside though… he was churning with need. He hadn’t heard you call him Daddy for months and you chose now to bring it back again? When you were way too drunk and with too many people. It was like you chose to do that on purpose. 
There wasn’t much he could do to sate his desires for you. Not now anyway. So he focused his attention back on your friends and Niall and Jed. He kept you close to him or in his line of vision the rest of the night. You were significantly more drunk than him so he made sure that he had a hand on you at all times or was able to see you when you went off with your friends for another dance or an extremely long bathroom break. He still didn’t understand why they took so long. But you always came back excited and he loved that look on you. 
It felt like a blur. The minutes felt like seconds and the hours felt like minutes. The only reason you all went home was because the club was closing and even then you two just didn’t want to leave each other. 
“Don’t go. Come home with me.” Harry murmured, pulling you back from the curb towards him when you tried to walk towards the waiting Uber. You had already said goodbye to him, Niall and Jed once, but he was particularly needy when he drank and he didn’t want to let you go yet. 
“I can’t.” You laughed, stroking his chest while pecking the pout on his lips. “The Uber is here and all my stuff is at Lucy’s.”
“I’ll pick it up in the morning. You can sleep in my clothes and I can drop you back to hers for your car. I need you in my bed tonight.” He mused, lips brushing against your ear. 
“I can’t. I want to but I can’t.” You whined, ignoring Priya’s call of your name. Her and Lucy were already in the Uber, waiting for you to climb in after them. 
“You can.” He stressed, whining right back like a child. 
“I’ll come see you tomorrow. Promise.” You compromised, holding out your pink to him. 
Harry smiled and curled his pinky around yours, kissing his fist while you did the same. “Fine.” He sighed dramatically, eliciting a laugh before he shushed you by kissing you deeply. “I love you.”
“Love you. Bye!” You grinned, kissing him again before running to the Uber. “Bye Niall, bye Jed.” They echoed a goodbye in sync before you had to rush out an apology to the driver as you closed the car door behind you. 
You blew Harry a kiss through the window and he caught it and tucked it into his pocket, watching as the Uber pulled from the curb and disappeared down the street. 
//
The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache. It had been a while since you had a hangover. If you didn’t mix different liquors and drunk a lot of water before going to bed you were usually okay, but fuck not this time. 
It was tequila shots after shots and fruity cocktails and just way too much of everything. By the time you managed to separate yourself from Harry and get in the Uber back to Lucy’s it was 4am. You didn’t get to sleep until 5 so when you woke up at 12 the alcohol had barely worn off and your whole body felt violated. 
You spent the next couple of hours hydrating and eating greasy food while debriefing before heading back to your parents where you were spending the night. You couldn’t come all the way down here and not spend time with them. But you needed to see Harry first. Aside from his usual good morning text, he didn’t say anything else. 
There was no teasing about your hangover or any texts about when he was going to see you again. Nothing. He was silent and it worried you. Through the haze that was your night, you couldn’t think of anything that might’ve upset him. 
Maybe he died from the hangover you were expecting him to have. 
“Oh my god. I’m still violently hung over.” You remarked the moment Harry opened his front door to you. He looked remarkably fresh. Even after a shower and lots of good you felt disgusting but he looked as fresh as anything. “And somehow you look fresh as a daisy. I thought old men had a low tolerance of alcohol.”
You expected a jab back. A tease before he stepped aside and pulled you in for a passionate kiss and a squeeze of your ass. But he looked so serious and now your suspicions about something being wrong felt more right than ever. 
“Hi.” He murmured softly, welcoming you in before shutting the door. Then he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply. But it was all wrong. It wasn’t cheeky or that classic ‘I missed you’ kiss that makes parting ways worth it. It felt like a goodbye. Like it was the last time he’d ever kiss you again. 
“What’s wrong?” You asked, cutting the kiss short even though it felt like he never wanted to let you go. 
“Nothing. Just missed you, that’s all.” Then the sadness suddenly washed away like it was a figment of your imagination and that bright gorgeous smile of his emerged on his face. He kissed you again and attempted to deepen it but you pulled back. 
“I saw you last night.” You giggled, fisting his t shirt in your hands. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good. Promise.” He smiled softly, kissing you again. “I did miss you though. Real bad.” His smile turned into a smirk and his hands dropped to your hips, squeezing while he subtly turned you around so your back was to the wall. 
“I missed you too. I wish I could’ve stayed last night. It might’ve ruined the romance though I looked like I rolled out of a bin.”
“A bin?” He laughed, dropping his face so he could kiss along your jaw. “You looked incredible when I last saw you.”
“Liar.” You teased, “I looked too drunk and probably messy.”
“Hot messy.” He murmured, ghosting his mouth down your neck. He smirked against your skin when he felt you shiver. God he fucking loved the effect he had on you. The way your body reacted to the lightest most innocent touches. Though they never were innocent, were they? Just a kiss to your neck and you were already melting in his hands. 
“Harry…” you sighed, tipping your head back to rest against the door. He ran his hands along your sides; delicately… carefully. So gently every exposed patch of skin became littered with goosebumps. The air was starting to cool down outside with the seasonal change but Harry’s touch still burned through the light sweatshirt you were wearing.
There was something about being pressed against a flat surface with Harry right there that got you spinning. Anytime he was within intimate proximity your body came alive with need, like it was intune with his. Somehow the anxieties you had about him seemed to slip away through your drunken night of fun and even moreso now when it was your bodies talking and not your mind.
You denied him earlier last week due to your mind but university stress and time apart seemed to reset you. You felt it last night and you felt it now. You just wanted to be consumed by the hypnotic lust and attraction you two had for each other. To forget. 
“You said something last night…” Harry murmured, sliding his palm to your neck to pin you properly against the cool surface of his door. You gasped and felt yourself starting to slide into that role of a submissive partner. A role you found comfort and utter freedom in.
“W-what…” you swallowed thickly, meeting his gaze.
“Told me you wanted me to fuck you…” His hand flexed around your neck while the other started fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt like a taunt. “That you wanted Daddy to take you however he wanted. Do you remember that?” 
You did remember it. Oh god did you remember it. All you could think about all morning was how fucking sexy Harry was last night. How he moved and guided you, dominated you and protected you. You could remember how turned on you were by it and how desperate you became in hot flashes of pure arousal.
You remember wanting to drag him to the closest bathroom and you definitely remember using his honorific. A name, a plead, a praise, a submission you two hadn’t ventured back to yet. In the weeks after your weekend away your sex was nothing but heaven. Most of the nights you spent together ended between the sheets and you could barely keep your hands off each other.
You spiced things up a little but they were natural habits that weren’t particularly adventurous anymore. Spanking you and calling you a good girl while his hand around your throat wasn’t particularly out of the norm for either of you. But you hadn’t called him Daddy and you hadn’t tried some of the things you did for the first time with Harry again. 
Maybe because it felt like a different time, a different version of yourselves that neither of you really wanted to get back to. There were so many negative emotions and experiences during that period of your relationship that you two were exploring each other in a different way now. A deeper connection where sex felt like a spiritual and physical bond.
It wasn’t that you two didn’t want to get kinkier again. You had spoken about it before and both of you agreed that venturing back into BDSM and similar things was something you absolutely wanted to do. It was just a little hard to do anything too risque at your place because you couldn’t be particularly loud due to the thin walls and you weren’t really in a position to stay at Harry’s. So you had been busy navigating just being together and getting stable in other ways. 
But it was starting to become obvious that the sex that sparked your relationship was also the sex you two needed to thrive. Drunk words were sober thoughts and clearly you were ready for him to wack a riding crop over your ass again and make you sit there all night with a plug inside just to tease you and get you all riled up. 
“Yes…” You whispered, running your tongue over your bottom lip to try and return some moisture from how dry your mouth had gone. All you could think about was his hands roughly touching you everywhere, anywhere in any way just like drunk you proclaimed loudly in the middle of a club. 
His eyes landed on your mouth and when he pressed his hips to yours you could finally feel how hard he was for you. All it took was your sweet, wet tongue running over your lips and he was a fucking goner. Honestly though, one singular look from you could have his cock bricked up and ready to give it to you however you wanted it. 
“Do you still want that?” Harry smirked, words forming slowly on his lips. It was like time was going in slow motion and every single syllable of that question seemed to infiltrate your mind like thick honey. It was a thick haze of arousal and you knew that the answer you gave would kickstart a very long afternoon visit that would require some silly little lie to your parents. 
You nodded quickly in response, arching your neck to try and kiss him. He chuckled lowly, finding your cute desperation so damn adorable. He loved how needy you were and how easy it was to have you begging and desperate for him. His hand remained firm around your neck, keeping you pinned to the door so you couldn’t move until you gave him exactly what he wanted. 
“Words.” 
“Please.”
“Please what?” His brow rose and he tightened the grip around your neck, squeezing the perfect points to make your head all woozy in the best way possible. It was a sure way to get you dripping in your underwear, though you already reached that point the moment he referred to himself as Daddy.
“Please… Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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so hear me out… u decide which one of ur couples this pertains to if any but… they go super hard one night and is like rlly degrading and filty. and they film it all and then the next night he makes her watch herself getting railed and makes her touch herself to how much of a sl*t she was being before… is that too much 🫣
my eye is twitching. here's 1k of sugar daddy h being a mean dom!
word count: 1k
content warnings: exhibitionism, squirting, daddy kink, f masturbation, degradation, dirty talk, m receiving oral, slight bondage, very not ramadan friendly!
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"Are you ready to watch yourself, baby?"
Mia squirms on the wide expanse of Harry's bed, tugging helplessly at the restraints currently holding her wrists to the headboard. He smirks devilishly as he places his laptop on the TV stand directly in front of her, giving her no option but to stare at the dirty movie they'd made a few weeks back. 
It had been a night fueled by a combination of Harry being deep in his dom space and Mia being ready and willing to please. They'd discussed filming themselves many times before and it had always been something they were both interested in. It would never go anywhere, but the flare of exhibitionism it offered was enough to make Mia's core warm and Harry's length ache. 
When he presses 'play', Mia swallows tightly. Immediately, she's overwhelmed with the imagery of her laying in Harry's lap, tummy down, ass up. He's issuing a series of harsh smacks to her skin and making her count each one. Her voice sounds pathetic and worn, likely from the whimpered mewls that fell from her lips every time his palm made contact with her tender ass. She’s already naked — she had worn a pretty white lingerie set for him, but he was quick to snap the straps off her body, plucking the lacy bralette and matching panties from her form. 
“You look like a gorgeous angel, but I know you better than that, Mi,” he’d said as he pushed the fabric off her skin. 
"Slutty little ass," Harry mutters on the screen. In real life, he's crawled onto the bed next to her, his large hand taking real estate on her thigh. "Just needed daddy to punish you like the naughty brat you are, yeah? Needed a reminder of who owns these holes."
"Y-yes daddy," she utters delicately in the video. Her skin heats from hearing how pitiful she sounds. Harry chuckles from beside her.
"Isn't that cute?" Harry asks, nudging his chin in the direction of the small screen in front of them, "Hearing your sweet little voice all wrecked from moaning for me. All that from a couple of slaps on the bum."
She swallows nervously. When she doesn't reply, Harry squeezes her thigh. 
"Asked you a question, pet."
"Uh-huh," Mia replies softly, her pussy clenching as she watches Harry pull her into his lap. It's effortless, the way he yanks his own briefs down to reveal his erect length. With his hands gripping her hips roughly, she listens to the wet gasps fall from her pouty lips when he pushes into her, barely giving her any time to acclimate before he's thrusting upwards. 
"Such a tight little pussy. How do you manage that, hm? Daddy's always fucking this dirty hole and you always feel so good."
Mia whimpers involuntarily and Harry hums. He stretches his body above hers and her eyes flutter, inhaling his scent as he undoes the rope around her wrists. Gently, he lowers her arms down to her stomach, taking her hand into his. He cups it around her bare pussy and she gasps quietly from the featherlight sensation. 
"Play with yourself," he whispers. He curls her middle finger at her pearly clit, applying a bit of pressure before quickly removing it. "Want you to make yourself cum while you watch yourself get fucked, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Mia nods and nibbles on her bottom lip, listening as the version of herself on the screen moans. She's begging for him to fuck her deeper and harder, and she swallows harshly when Harry lays back against the mattress, giving her free rein to watch the video. She peeks over and sees his erection, large and throbbing in his pants. 
"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I'll take care of myself after I watch you cum."
She exhales shakily, keeping her fingertips hovering over her swollen clit. On the screen, Harry's now fucking into her from behind, her cheek smushed into the pillow and a soundtrack of throaty cries making her hole pulsate in real time. Slowly, she begins to circle her clit, watching as he forms her hair into a messy ponytail and pulls at it, yanking her body upwards. With his chest pressing into her back, he begins to mutter filth into her ear.
"Gonna squirt all over my cock, aren't you? I know you are. Can feel that pretty pussy squeezing me. Such a nasty little slut, hm? Just a pair of holes for daddy to use. Make it worth my time, baby. Get me all messy. You know I love it when you make a big mess."
In real life, her fingers begin to speed up. She moans from the delicious pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves, jaw dropping as she watches herself squirt all over Harry's cock, thighs, and bed. He chuckles on the screen, using his palm to rub her and spray the liquid to make even more of a mess.
"There's my fuckin' girl," he all but growls. She doesn't have a second to recuperate before he's pushing her onto his knees on the floor and pushing his cock into her mouth. "Lick up your mess. Slurp it all up."
She uses her other hand to push a finger into her hole, whimpering as she pushes up against her g-spot. 
"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" Harry asks from beside her. She nods jerkily, eyelashes fluttering as she begins to feel her muscles tense. He smirks. "Knew you'd like having a nasty little film of us. Go ahead, baby. Cum for us."
It doesn't take much for her to finish after that, not as she watches her past self throat Harry's hard cock. She mewls out his honorific and Harry talks her through it — “there you go baby, there it is— pretty little pussy coming all over your fingers. Oh, there it is, sweetheart. Play with your clit for me” — issuing out praises while he comes down her throat in the video. 
"Such a good girl for me." he murmurs, pressing a light, loving kiss to her cheek. "Feeling okay?"
Despite still being in the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, she nods. He smiles and leans forward to thumb at her bottom lip before gently pressing it inside. 
"Good. Think it's time we make another movie, then." 
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This era of Harry is 🔥🔥🔥
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School Pick Up.
masterlist || ask me anything <3
my blurb masterlist is here !!
authors note - these photos just screamed dad!harry so enjoy ☺️
word count - 700
in which, harrys on school pick up duties for his little one, and it’s his babies favourite time of the day when he sees his best friend, his father standing at the gates.
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Harry stood patiently at the school gates, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow around him. His daughter, Indigo, was finishing up her day in school any moment now, and he couldn't wait to see her.
With his signature pink phone case pressed to his ear, he listened intently to his wife, (Y/N), who was asking him to stop by the shop on the way home to get some bread.
"Hey, lovie, everything okay?" Harry greeted warmly, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the gate.
"Hi, H. Could you do me a favour and pick up some bread on your way home? We're fresh out, and you know how Indi loves her beans on toast after school," (Y/N) requested, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.
Ah, of course.
Since Indigo had started school back in September, each day after school either you or harry would whip her up some beans on toast, it was like her little treat for getting through the school day because god knows she hated going to that place.
Most morning you would drop her off and she would be hysterical, clinging onto you like a tearful little monkey crying out that she wanted her ‘daddy!’
"Of course, no problem. Anything else you need?" Harry replied, already mentally adding bread to his list of errands.
"No, that's it for now. If I remember anything else I’ll text you, Thanks, baby," (Y/N) said gratefully, her tone softening with appreciation.
"You're welcome, lovie. See you soon," Harry said, already looking forward to their reunion.
As the school bell rang, signalling the end of the day, Indigo's teacher led her class out of the building. Being in reception, Indigo's class was among the first year groups to come out.
The children, still buzzing with energy from the day's activities, chattered excitedly as they followed their teacher in a neat line.
Indigo, with paint smudges on her uniform and her brown hair now a tousled mess from a day of play, eagerly scanned the crowd of parents waiting at the gate.
Her heart leaped with joy when she spotted her dad, leaning against the gates. With her bag hanging off her shoulder, she couldn't contain her excitement.
"Mr Anderson, look, there's my daddy!" Indigo exclaimed, tugging at her teacher's sleeve to get her attention.
Her teacher smiled warmly and nodded, understanding Indigo's eagerness to reunite with her father. "Go on, Indigo. Have a wonderful evening."
With her teacher's permission, Indigo dashed towards Harry, her small feet barely touching the ground as she called out,
"Daddy!"
Harry's heart melted at the sight of his daughter running towards him. He pushed himself off the gate and opened his arms wide, ready to catch her.
As Indigo reached him, she threw herself into his embrace, her laughter filling the air.
"Hey, my indi girl!" Harry greeted, lifting Indigo up and spinning her around, his heart brimming with love and joy.
Harry placed her down on the floor before heleaned down to Indigo's level, a playful glint in his eyes. "How was school today, sweetheart?"
Indigo's face lit up with excitement as she recounted her day. "It was really good, Daddy! I played with my friend Tommy, and we made a castle out of blocks in the sandbox."
Harry chuckled, tousling her hair affectionately. "Tommy, huh? Sounds like y’had a blast. But y’know the rule, no boyfriends until you're thirty-five, alright?"
Indigo wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Ew, no, Daddy! Tommy's not my boyfriend. Boys are yucky!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated reaction. "Oh, really now? Well, s’a relief. M’not ready for you to have a boyfriend just yet."
Indigo nodded vigorously, her brown hair bouncing with each movement. "Me neither, Daddy! Boys are gross!"
Harry smiled, feeling a surge of affection for his daughter's innocence. He squeezed her hand gently, grateful for these lighthearted moments together. "S’my girl. You focus on having fun and being yourself. No need to worry about boys just yet."
Indigo grinned up at him, her dimples deepening. "Okay, Daddy! I'll remember that."
"Alright, Indi, it's time to go home and see Mummy," Harry said, gently guiding his daughter away from the school gates.
Harry brushed his finger over her knuckles, “You know what that means indi girl?”
She gleamed up at him, dimples shining. Before exclaiming:
“Beans On Toast!”
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Writers' recommendation from vante ♡
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As asked by an anon, I did a short list of my favorite writers on tumblr, who write for the Sturniolo Triplets and Harry Styles fandom, since it's the ones that I most consume in here 🩷
PS.: I didn't separate specific fics that I like because I absolutely adore all fics from the writers I've listed below, and I highly recommend all of them!! 😚 but if yall want specific fics, I can always do it as well!!
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~ Sturniolo Triplets:
- @worldlxvlys
- @ciarasturn1
- @chaosisalwayscrying
- @soursturniolo
- @scarssturniolo
- @thugpugs4lrh
- @patscorner
- @strniohoeee
- @greatooglymooglyyy
- @strawberrysturniolo
- @evieolo
- @muwapsturniolo
- @55sturn
- @lovingmattysposts
- @rootbeerworshiper
~ Harry Styles:
- @erodasfishtacos (my protegé 😭)
- @fkinavocado
- @satanhalsey
- @meetmymouth
- @watchmegetobsessed
- @finelinevogue
- @freedomfireflies
- @havethetimeofyourstyles
- @avatar-anna
- @harrysfolklore
- @moonchildstyles
- @lukesaprince
- @stylesharrys
- @signoferoda
- @watermelonsugacry
the HS fandom here on tumblr has the best writers on this whole app. they should be writing books at this point, I swear 😭✋🏻
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Taylor and Harry in NYC recently!
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their love language is touch 🥹
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Harry visiting an art gallery in New York! (16 March 2024)
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harry taking a walk with some friend in new york today - march 16
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I Wanna Be Yours
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pairing: boss!ceo!harry styles x reader
request: Omg, can I request a boss!harry fic where he’s mean to everyone except from her??
summary: harry is the notoriously mean owner of pleasing, and he might have a slight soft spot for the new girl in the marketing department.
warnings: cursing, not edited
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you were extremely new to pleasing, a very famous brand known for their nail polishes and perfumes. ever since you started (about three months ago), you’d hear literal horror stories about the founder and ceo.
rachel, the girl who trained you, told you that he was just plain rude. it was safe to say you feared the day he came in. thankfully, he wasn’t around much. not at your location, anyway. you were at the los angeles location, but he preferred to stay at the new york one.
tuesday morning, you got ready like every day. put on your usual outfit (a skirt, white button-up, a blazer, and heels), along with some black fleece-lined tights and a headband to push your hair back. it was getting cold out, and you couldn’t get away with just a skirt much longer.
with your iced coffee in one hand, your macbook and a few files you’d taken home in the other, you walked quickly into the building.
“good morning, miss townes,” the concierge greeted you.
“morning, nancy!” you greeted back as you ran to the elevator and pressed the button.
“late?” nancy asked.
“almost! this stupid elevator—“ said elevator dinged, and you let out a sigh of relief. “speak of the devil. see you, nance!”
by the time you made it up to the marketing floor (the twentieth floor out of fifty), you were exactly on time.
you moved as quickly as your heels would allow, dropping your car keys, computer, and files onto the desk.
“right on time, y/n,” rachel teased as you sat down. the two of you had cubicles right next to each other.
“long line at the coffee shop.”
“lucky you weren’t any later,” she commented as you sat down and took a generous sip of the iced coffee that had almost made you late, “mr. styles is said to be coming in today.”
you nearly choked on your drink.
“you finished those edits, right?”
“.. uh.. yeah. yeah, finished them last night,” you lied with a nod.
“y/n! he’s ruthless— he will literally fire you! that’s the new launch, and it’s overdue!”
“i know! i know, but i’ve been so busy, and fucking josh keeps making me do his shit—“
“oh shit, shut up. he’s here.”
“what?” you squeaked, quickly cleaning up your desk and opening the new launch photos on both the desktop and your personal computer.
out of the corner of your eye, you watched as what had to be mr. styles strolled through with an assistant who was talking about what you assumed was his schedule.
“you’ll have a meeting with the investors at three, and we have some papers to sign—“
you tuned her out as you tried to speed up the editing— brightening colors and adjusting the text so it fit better.
and suddenly, the footsteps of mr. styles and his assistant stopped. directly in front of your desk.
“you,” a voice spoke, and oh my god, he was british, “i don’t know you. who are you?”
your eyes snapped up to meet his, “oh. uh.. i’m y/n.. y/n townes. i’m.. um.. i’m new.”
he mouthed your name as if thinking it over.
“you’re the one doing the edits for the new launch?” he asked.
“yes, sir.”
he nodded before continuing his stroll. because, of fucking course, his office had to be on the marketing floor.
you let out a breath, sinking into your chair. rachel grabbed your arm with a comforting smile, “it’s okay, babes. he could’ve been rude.”
“he’s gonna see i’m not done and fire me!”
“it’s fine, just don’t think about it.”
right as you were about to head out on a quick lunch break, mr. styles’ assistant popped up at your desk.
“ms. townes, mr. styles requested your presence in his office. you, as well, ms. evans,” she said, glancing at you and rachel.
“uh— me? for.. for what?” you questioned.
“you’ll find out. i have to find a.. josh richardson. go on.”
you and rachel shared uneasy looks as the two of you stood and made your way to mr. styles’ office.
“if i get fired, i’m jumping out of a window,” you muttered as rachel pulled the door open.
“ah, ms. evans. ms. townes…. where is mr. richardson?” mr. styles spoke.
“your assistant went to grab him,” rachel answered. “what are we needed for?”
“you’ll see… ah, mr. richardson. so kind of you to join us.”
even you could tell he did not mean that.
“what is this?” josh asked, looking to you and rachel.
“you three were all put in charge of the new launch. correct?”
you all chorused variations of yes.
“and yet… nothing is done. why is that?”
you glanced to your shoes. you knew rachel was done. the whole project was all three of you were to make 300 campaigns and promo photos for the new nail polish launch. you'd devided it to be 100 each, and you all picked however many billboard designs, posters, social media posts, and so-ons that you'd do for the project. however, josh had slowly but surely pushed all of his work onto you.. until you had to do 200, and you only had around 130 done.
“i expect an answer.”
“i.. i finished all my photos and campaigns,” rachel finally said.
“i'm nearly done with.. my things. i was just helping josh before i--“
“so.. what i’m hearing so far, and correct me if i’m wrong, is that mr. richardson hasn’t been doing his job?”
josh cleared his throat, and you could feel the daggers he was glaring at you burning into your skull, “yes, mr. styles.”
mr. styles nodded, and you understood the horror stories now. he wasn’t even trying and he was terrifying. “do you like your job, mr. richardson?”
“yes, mr—“
“so why aren’t you doing it?”
“i— i’ve been.. busy.”
“busy.. right. well, i’ll make you less busy. you’re fired. get out.”
“wh— what? you can’t fire me!”
“i believe i can. and i just did. so get. out.”
“i have worked at this company for eight years! i make one mistake, and—“
“i will not ask you again!” mr. styles shouted, standing up from his chair. you flinched. “because i am not asking you, i am telling you. you are fired, and you will leave this building. and don’t even think about puttin’ this place on your resume, i won’t say a single good word about your ass.”
josh scoffed and stormed out of the room, you and rachel followed.
you turned the corner, yelping when someone grabbed your wrist and yanked it.
“what the hell, y/n? you said you’d do my—“
“i didn’t say that. you just assumed i would. i am not just apart of the valentines launch, josh, and i have fifty other things to do, and i can’t drop that just because you’re lazy.”
“you better watch what you say to me—“
a voice spoke from behind. mr. styles’ assisant, “uh.. miss townes? mr. styles requests he speak with you.. privately.”
you yanked your arm back, rubbing your wrist, “yes. of— of course. sorry.”
you walked back towards his office with your head down, glancing up at him once you entered the room.
you were surprised to see a... calm look on his face.
"miss townes, correct?" he asked.
"ye-.. uh.. yes, sir."
he smiled, which was very odd from what you'd seen of him so far, "you can relax, darling. you aren't in trouble. have a seat."
you hesitantly wandered towards the chair on the other side of his desk.
"what did you mean by.. helping mr. richardson with his work?"
"oh, well... he just.. he kept saying he was busy and asking if i could do.. certain parts of his work. and i--.. well, sometimes i'm a bit of a pushover, so i said yes."
"i see... and how much of his work, in total, did he push onto you?"
"uhm... all of it, mr. styles."
his eyes widened, "all of it? and you didn't tell a supervisor he wasn't planning on doing any of his work?"
"i.. i felt bad," you shrugged, looking down at your hands.
"yes. well... mrs. maruska, can you please bring mr. richardson back in here for a moment, please?"
you jumped when his assistant spoke behind you, not realizing she was even in the room.
"yes, mr. styles."
it was silent for a minute after the door shut, maybe two minutes, until the door re-opened and two pairs of footsteps entered.
"mr. richardson, before you leave, you are going to do something for me," mr. styles spoke. "you are going to apologize to y/n--"
you nearly choke on your own spit at his use of your first name.
"for making her do all of your work. and.. you will also apologize for whatever the hell that was i heard outside. that is no way to speak to any colleague."
josh scoffed, "i'm not apologiz--"
"i'm not asking."
mr. styles gaze switched to you as josh begrudgingly sighed, "i'm sorry, y/n."
"it's okay," you murmured, glancing at him.
"no, it isn't," mr. styles quickly interjected, keeping his eyes on you. you much preferred them on you than on josh. they were a lot kinder when they focused on you. softer. "but.. if ms. townes says it is alright... you may leave now."
you aren't quite sure what happens afterwards, because you keep your gaze away from mr. styles, because you're afraid he'll notice how nervous he makes you.
"how many did you have left?" mr. styles asked quietly. softly.
"i have 130 done. so.. seventy left. but i-- i can get them done soon, i promise. i can just stay late, or.. or--"
"no. none of that. you'll submit the ones you have.. and we'll figure out something for the rest."
"really? i mean.. are you sure?"
"i wouldn't have offered if i wasn't. you can go, now."
"thank you, mr. styles," you mumbled, standing and walking to the door.
right as you grabbed the handle, he called out.
"oh, and y/n?"
you turned around with a furrow in your brows.
"let me know if you have any other problems."
you can't even help the foolish smile on your lips as you nod and leave the room.
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a/n: part 1!! i really love this request
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Love
Love told through actions
A/N: another short story. it's sweet and i hope you enjoy
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Love in movies was always spoken to be about grand gestures and confessing your love in the rain. Y/N had never been lucky to be loved like that. Y/N cut off relationships because her partners never made her feel the butterflies books talked about. It was always an empty feeling, and Y/N held out for that something more.
It wasn’t until she met Harry that she realized the movies had it wrong. Love wasn’t about putting yourself on the line or professing your love in order not to lose the person you loved. Love was in every little act of kindness a partner did. 
From the moment Harry came into her life he showed her love. It’s one of the biggest reasons she falls in love with more and more each day.
Harry loved to have Y/N’s coffee made in the morning because he knew it would put a smile on her face. 
He loved to help her put on her coat before leaving the house because then he would be assured she wouldn’t be cold. 
He loved holding her hand and putting it in his pocket because he loved keeping her close.
Harry made a playlist of her favorite songs because he knew how much she hated the shuffle playing the same three songs in a row.
He learned how to braid her hair because sometimes she was busy cooking and needed it out of the way. Harry knew a braid would keep it tight, which is also a reason why he always has a claw clip clipped at the end of his shirt. 
It also made Y/N reflect that she pours her love for him in acts of love. She texts him during her lunch break so he knows she is thinking of him. She helps make his bed in the morning when he’s in the shower. Y/N will make extra lunch because she knows he’s forgetful in packing his own. It’s the little things for them. 
Y/N had a rough day at work, she didn’t let Harry know but she would be going to his place after work. She had spare clothes in her pre-packed bag and was ready to enjoy the night with Harry. Y/N knew she might not be fun company but Harry always managed to put a smile on her face. 
When she arrived at his apartment, she parked in his free space knowing he saved it for her. He’d never make her walk in the dark, especially not alone. She walked up, knocking one time and let herself in. Harry didn’t lock the door when he knew she was on her way. Y/N thought it was unsafe but he promised her it was only a few minutes. 
She took off her shoes, lining them up next to Harrys. Her bag was dumped on a nearby chair. Y/N walked inside trying to find Harry but instead found the living room set up with blankets and pillows. There were endless of her favorite snacks almost spilling off the coffee table. The tv was set up to show the newest Trolls movie ready to be played. 
Y/N felt herself well up with tears. Harry set this up for her, for no other reason than because he wanted to. 
Harry walked out to the restroom, drying off his hair and his shorts hanging low. “Hi, honey.” 
Y/N felt herself melt and hurried over to be in his warm embrace. He was quick to welcome her with a kiss to her temple, Y/N placed her own over one of his swallows. 
“You don’t want to watch Trolls,” she sputters. Not believing he’d watch a dumb kid movie simply because they’re herfavorite. 
Harry frowns, running his hands down her back. “I’ll have you know, I’m a big Branch fan. His character development is set to be huge.”
Y/N giggles, because that means he must have watched the other two films on his own. These were comfort movies that couldn’t make her sad. Their job was to have her sing and laugh to the silliness of the characters. 
“Any special reason for the set up?” Y/N asks curious. 
Harry smirks, pulling away to look at her shining eyes. “Can’t I be a good boyfriend and surprise you?”
Y/N shrugs, “sure but feels a little on the nose.” 
Harry drapes his arm over her shoulder and guides her into the bedroom. He has a change of clothes laid on the bed for her. “You didn’t text me a single heart.” Harry hangs up his towel. “You love putting ten hearts to everything so I knew you must be feeling down or something.”
Y/N feels her tears start up again because Harry really does notice everything. She gestures for Harry to come back over to her and he does quickly. Y/N leans up on her toes and places a kiss on Harry’s sweet lips. It’s an “I love you” one they both don’t have to voice because it’s felt. 
“I’m going to suck your dick so good after we watch the Trolls.” Harry throws his head back in surprise. 
He pulls her into another kiss, much longer and much more passionate. “Don’t take long, I’ve thrown your favorite blanket in the dryer.”
Another, I love you. 
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