#harry styles fanficitons

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spare aster going bare for the first time miss moon?🥸

Hey I absolutely LOVE your work! Can you please please please write aster first time without a condom! Thank you!!!!

Okay but what about aster y/n allowing Harry to cum in her for the first time? 

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"We've gotta leave soon, baby. Are y'almost ready?" 

(Y/N) flicked her gaze from the adjustments she was making to her hair to where Harry was lent against the threshold of the hotel bathroom, brows raised in question. He was already dressed and ready to go as far as she could tell; the black satin of his shirt glinted in the vanity light, barely buttoned to the mid of his torso to allow the majority of his tattoos to be on display (she had asked him if it was really appropriate to show up to a wedding basically shirtless, and he had only shrugged saying that no one would be looking at him anyway as soon as the ceremony started). A pair of black fitted trousers covered his legs, stretching around his thighs and making his legs seem all that much longer, matching the black coat he had over his shoulders. The only pops of color came in the form of the baby pink nail polish on his fingers and the suede boots in a matching pastel shade, coordinating with the dress that covered (Y/N)'s own figure. Rings glinted on his fingers with glimmering jewels and brassy bands as he ran them through his hair, the length curling towards his collarbones.

If not for the nerves bubbling in her tummy, she was almost sure she could have melted at the sight of him alone. But, there was only so much space in her head for him to occupy when she was busy trying to steady her shaky hands. 

"Mhm," she squeaked, wiring a smile onto her face as she plucked at her hair. If this one baby hair would just lay down—

"Y'alright, lovebug?" Harry asked, stepping into the bathroom with the click of his shoes echoing over the tile. 

It was a familiar question she'd heard wrapped up in his voice over a hundred times at this point.  The sound was enough to make the smile on her lips turn genuine. He knew her, sometimes a little too well. 

"I'm okay, yeah," she said, finding some minuscule error in her makeup to distract herself. 

Even without the sound of his boots approaching behind her, (Y/N) wouldn't have been able to ignore the static of his presence. Casting her gaze from the makeup bag on the counter, (Y/N) found him peering over her shoulder with his lips pursed and brows furrowed before Harry slipped an arm around her waist.

"Jus' okay?" he hummed, watching as she plucked up a spare brush and swept it over her eyelids, "Are y'nervous?" 

A humorless smile stretched over (Y/N)'s lips. She was sure it wasn't a huge surprise for him to have sussed out that she wasn't feeling the most secure, but it still made her feel more embarrassed than anything. 

"Maybe," she settled on, her voice quiet just between the two of them. 

His arm around her waist tightened, fingers denting her skin through the fabric of her dress. She could already imagine the tint of concern that was no doubt taking over his irises as he spoke, "What's making y'nervous, hm?" 

The noncommittal answer of "Everything," slipped from between her lips as she resumed her fussing of her hair. 

"Baby," he cooed to her, pressing a kiss to her temple, the sliver of his lip ring pinging against her skin, "I thought y'liked weddings." 

The mention of the day's plans didn't help much to settle (Y/N), her attention drifting to the strap of her dress—another thing to fuss with. 

It wasn't that (Y/N) wasn't excited to go to the wedding—she loved weddings actually! She'd only been to a few growing up, but as soon as she realized what they were all about, her hopelessly romantic heart was gone for them—, she was just nervous. (Surprise, surprise!). Meeting Harry's extended family was going to be a big step, and she didn't want to intrude on such a joyous occasion for his family. As far as she knew, Harry hadn't seen this particular stretch of family in a couple of years, but had been eager to RSVP as soon as he received the invitation in the mail. She didn't want to take away from that moment by clinging to him all night.

"I do like weddings," she argued, voice soft, "It's just... I don't know. I've only met your mom, and I talked to your sister once over FaceTime. Now, I'm meeting your whole family and going to a wedding I wasn't exactly invited to." 

The pinch in Harry's brows deepened at her words. "Of course y'were invited, love. The invitation included a plus one, and I know mum made sure to mention to Serena that I was bringing m'girlfriend." 

As silly as it was, just hearing Harry refer to her as his girlfriend made her heart flutter. It never got old. 

"But, they don't know me, and I'm going to one of the most important days of their lives. I don't want to mess anything up or take away from it all." 

Harry stopped her busy fingers then, taking his tattooed hands and lacing his fingers through hers to halt her fidgeting. His eyes were clear and unwavering as he looked at her through the mirror. "You're not going to mess anything up, okay? You're not going to take away from the day, or make it any less important. When mum told Serena, she told me that Serena was so excited, that everyone's heard so much about y'since y'came home with me and they can't wait to meet you, and see why mum hasn't stopped talking about you. They want y'there, baby—not as much as I want y'to be there, but close enough." 

A smile crept onto the edges of his lips as he spoke, his reassuring words turning affectionate as he watched her through the reflection. (Y/N) couldn't help her own smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Bits and pieces of the icy nerves that had flaked down like snow in her stomach melted away as he spoke. Mounds of those nerves still remained in banks in her system, but he melted them away slowly and sweetly, knowing just what to say to her even if it took time for her to come to the same conclusion. 

"You mean that?" she murmured, voice quiet between them. 

"Of course I mean that, my love," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head, "You're only going to make today that much better for everyone. Especially me. I promise." 

(Y/N) pulsed her hand in Harry's, fingers tightening between his as she soaked in his sentiment. "Thank you, H." 

His smile could be felt against her temple, soothing (Y/N) even further. She liked making him happy. 

"Feeling any better, love?" Harry's smile only spread wider when (Y/N) nodded her head, her hair  fluttering around his face. "Good," he cooed against her skin, "Was worried y'weren't gonna let me take y'out and show y'off while you're looking so pretty. If it wasn't for the bride, I'd think all the attention would be on you."

"Stop it," she smiled, shaking her head before turning in his arms and tucking herself against his chest, "You're not supposed to say that. Today's about your cousin." 

"Not for me, it isn't," Harry countered, his arms slipping around her form and cuddling her close to his frame, "As far as 'm concerned, everyday's about you, lovebug." 

(Y/N) didn't know what else to say but a small, "I love you," that fell from her lips. 

With her ear pressed to his chest, the flutter of Harry's heart echoed in her head. 

It only took a moment for Harry to press a settling kiss to the top of her head before he spoke into her hair, "I love you too, (Y/N)." 

As she pressed herself closer to his chest, (Y/N) swore she heard his heart beat in time with the words that fell from his mouth.

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(Y/N) tried her best to feign confidence as they strode into the wedding venue, trying her best to keep her eyes forward and from falling to her feet where she itched to draw her attention. Harry's hand was held tight in her own, just the way it had been since he opened the car door for her with a smile and a small question of "Ready?" being murmured to her. Beside her, Harry walked with his head high, the sunlight reflecting off the black shades covering his eyes as he led her towards the quaint winery both the ceremony and reception were taking place in.

Luckily, they seemed to have arrived at the perfect moment to calm (Y/N)'s nerves, none of Harry's family members pulling in and joining them in the parking lot, leaving only the click of her heels on the pavement to echo through the space. Up ahead, the aged wooden doors of the winery were splayed open, giving a peek at the interior swathed in the creamy pastels and deep accents that had been used on the wedding invitation they received eight weeks earlier. 

"That's a pretty color, don't y'think?" Harry murmured to her as they scaled the short set of stairs leading to the winery, "That peach color." 

The smile that plucked at the corners of her lips felt tight as (Y/N) nodded her head. "Yeah, it is pretty. I like how it looks with the green." 

Harry hummed at her words, a light smile playing at his own lips that was worlds more genuine than (Y/N)'s. His hand never left hers as he tugged her to the guest book, signing his own name before allowing (Y/N) to add hers right beside his. As they walked through the winery, following the directions given by one of the venue's staff to the private room for the ceremony, (Y/N) noticed each of the details. Flowers were dotted all over the space, sticking with the colors of peach and green with grey swathes of ribbon tying it all together. Bits and pieces of Serena and her soon-to-be husband's love story were framed on the walls, their smiling and love struck faces maturing as (Y/N) watched their love grow through each frame until the final photograph came in the form of the wedding proposal before the hallway opened up to the private room. 

Rows of chairs were stationed in the center of the room, right in front of the trellised alter, more flowers braided through the white picketing. An olive green runway was laid out in the middle of the chairs, soon to be dotted with peach colored petals just before the bride made her descent down the aisle. The space was beautiful, (Y/N) feeling her own heart softening as she allowed her imagination to runaway as she imagined the kind of love story that would warrant such a breathtaking celebration. 

But, her heart could only soften so much when she took note of the amount of strangers in the room. Those on the groom's side of the ceremony were complete strangers, not a single recognizable face or familiar feature, but that wasn't what was causing her heart to speed up in the most unpleasant of ways. That side of the wedding still made her nervous of course (complete strangers were not the most comforting thing in the world to her), but they had nothing on the bride's half. 

That side of the room was where she found familiar features on unfamiliar faces, a family resemblance stringing along each of these people that reminded her in glimmers of the man beside her. This was Harry's family, distant relatives as well as close family members that helped make him into the person he was today. And she was to meet all of them today, and hopefully give both a good and lasting first impression. 

If all went well, these people could be at her wedding one day, so she wanted to gain the same support they were showing to Serena today. 

That was a lot of pressure. 

Sticking close to Harry's side, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to find their seats before the ceremony began, hoping that they had timed everything perfectly leaving little room for any kind of small talk before the bride was to walk down the aisle. But, she could never be so lucky, (Y/N) decided when she saw an older man's face light up when he caught sight of Harry. 

She watched as the man nudged the woman next to him, her own lips tugging into a bright smile when she was directed in Harry's direction before they excused themselves from their seats and made way to where Harry was still leading her to one of the rows on Serena's side of the room. 

"Harry!" the man called, voice traveling through the room, "Look at you! I haven't seen you in ages!" 

The curls at Harry's shoulders fluttered around his face as he whipped his head in the direction of his relative, recognition already lighting up his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. "Uncle Mark," Harry greeted, dimples on display as he rerouted (Y/N) with a tug of his hand. 

Though it made the gesture more complicated, Harry kept his hand clasped around (Y/N)'s as he reached his free arm around Uncle Mark's shoulders, a half hug in greeting. 

"Your mum said you'd grown out your hair even longer, but I hadn't believed her," Uncle Mark laughed, eyes following the curls that stopped at the line of Harry's collarbones, "I was worried you had let it grow down to your ass, and we were all going to have to pretend not to notice so Serena didn't get her feelings hurt when we weren't paying attention to her." 

Harry shook his head, an easy laugh falling from his lips as the hoop pierced his lip wobbled at the motion. "No, no. I think this is the longest I can handle it," Harry started before nudging (Y/N) with his shoulder, his smile turning teasing, "Besides, I've already got enough of a problem with the shower drain where she's involved, I don't need to add to it." 

(Y/N) felt the apples of her cheeks heat at his words, more at the implication that she spent enough time at his house—in his shower—to be causing problems like that, than the fact he had said her hair clogged his shower drain (which was still rude to tell, even if she was distracted with other facets of this conversation). Before she could sputter out any counter argument, the woman who had followed after Uncle Mark waved her hand dismissively at the talking men.

"Don't listen to them, dear," she said with a roll of her eyes, the kind of teasing tone only a mother and wife could pull off tinting her words, "I haven't seen Mark actually fix the shower drain—or anything in the bathroom—in at least a decade, so I don't know why he's laughing. And, Harry, you should be nice and at least introduce her before you make those kinds of jokes." 

The gentle scolding was enough for Harry's grin to shudder to a lopsided smile before he looked down at (Y/N), something like pride leaking into his gaze. "I know, you're right, Aunt Sara. This is (Y/N). She's m'girlfriend." 

The heart shaped bubble that bobbled in her stomach was enough to quell her worries in that moment. She really liked being introduced like this, pride in Harry's voice along with the title of being his girlfriend.

Swallowing through her dry mouth, (Y/N) held her free hand out with a practiced smile on her face. "Nice to meet you both," she greeted, her voice leveled and reminiscent of the days where her parents had taught her 'proper manners'. 

Uncle Mark's subsequent smile held something familiar, a crook in the curve that was reminiscent of Harry's mom's smile. "Its nice to meet you, (Y/N). My sister hasn't stopped talking about the week you came out to visit for months, so I'm happy I finally have more than a single picture to place to a name. Thank you for coming to my daughter's big day." 

Before (Y/N) had a chance to respond, Aunt Sara beat her out with a fawning gush of praise, "You're just as pretty as Anne said! You and Harry make the perfect little couple, all of that opposites attract thing. Thank you for coming, dear." 

It was Aunt Sara that tugged her in for a soft hug, an arm falling around (Y/N)'s shoulders as she was pulled into the woman's embrace. (Y/N)'s hands stammered, her grip on Harry's hand hesitantly falling before she reciprocated the cuddle. 

"Th-Thank you for having me," (Y/N) stuttered when released from the hug, looking between both Mark and Sara with a stilted smile, "The space is so beautiful already; Serena and Aaron are very lucky." 

Just as Uncle Mark made a move to grumble about how the venue better be pretty, because the price of all these flowers, Aunt Sara made the kind of pouted face one made when seeing an adorably sweet puppy. "You are too sweet, (Y/N), thank you. We're so happy you and Harry are here, I ca—" 

Before she could say much more, a girl who had to be one of the bridesmaids if her peach colored dress was anything to go by, rushed through the ceremony space with a tight smile on her face. She approached the group of them with a careful smile, a hand landing on Sara's shoulder to steal her attention.

"Can you come to the bridal room with me? Serena is having a... bride moment and won't talk to anyone that isn't you or her dad," the girl shared, her tone hushed though it was hard to hide much when all attention was on her. 

Aunt Sara heaved a sigh and nodded, telling the bridesmaid she'd be back there in a moment. Turning her attention to the pair of them, Sara gave an apologetic smile. "We have to go, but please, if we're not back before the ceremony, we'd love to see you both again at the reception. Thank you for coming, and it was wonderful to meet you, (Y/N)." 

Watching Harry's aunt and uncle make their exit, a pressure was lifted from (Y/N)'s chest. While it wasn't much, she had two less first impressions to make today, and she'd like to think those went fairly well even if her well-mannered facade cracked in some spots. With their path cleared, Harry resumed their trek to a pair of tulle draped seats for the ceremony. 

Although (Y/N) had been preparing herself for every and any worst case scenario tied to this wedding, she hadn't really anticipated the kind of world she had stepped into when crossing into the venue. She knew her own family was worlds away from being considered 'normal', something she learned through the facial expressions given by Harry and Sarah any time she mentioned something from her childhood or an odd (re: self-stifling) quirk she learned from her parents, but seeing the way Harry acted with his relatives was something of a culture shock. Of course, she'd seen the familiarity and casualness he'd exhibited around his mother, but even the short interaction they'd had with his aunt and uncle was different than anything she could ever see herself having with her own relatives. 

His Uncle Mark casually used a swear word in conversation with his nephew and beside his wife, and didn't at all seem phased when Harry implied how often his unwed girlfriend stayed at his place. The mention of such intimate domesticity in front of others hadn't even perturbed Aunt Sara or kept her from joining in on the teasing. And the hug. Aunt Sara had hugged her before she'd even truly met her. The walls (Y/N) was so used to separating herself from her own family with hadn't been there as she stood in front of his relatives, an odd shift she hadn't anticipated at all. And they seemed to like her—really like her. Even when she wasn't at the top of her manners and had stuttered her way through her thanks, they hadn't offered a sharp glance to Harry or scoffed under their breath. 

It was... easy talking to them. 

As much as (Y/N) wanted to hang onto that revelation, take it as a victory, the cautionary anxiety that had wrapped her up the second they had driven out here the day before to check into their hotel for the weekend wouldn't let her do as much. This might have been easy, but she couldn't base the rest of the day on that interaction.

It was Harry's hand squeezing hers as he pulled her down a row of chairs that pulled her from the trellis she was braiding in her head. She found him turning to look at her once he found a pair that didn't seem to be reserved by any purses or jackets, tugging her to sit on the aisle seat, away from any strangers. 

"Look at you, baby," he murmured as he sat down next to her, "Y'survived. 'M proud of you." 

"Barely," she countered, the word floating under her breath. 

Harry shook his head with a laugh, slinging his arm around the back of her chair with his fingers dangling over her shoulder. "Aunt Sara's already obsessed with you, I promise. If not for the wedding starting in twenty minutes, 'm sure she would have grabbed y'to be a bridesmaid." 

"I don't know about that," she said, struggling to keep the smile from her lips as she dropped her gaze to her lap. 

"Well, I do," Harry countered, dipping his head close to her ear as the words washed over her skin, the affection in his tone seeping into her system. "Gonna have the whole family in love with y'by the end of the night. 'M worried 'm gonna have to prove m'worth to keep m'spot as your boyfriend." 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning her head to meet his gaze so he could glimpse at what his teasing was doing to her smile. "Just tell everyone about how I apparently clog your shower drain all the time with my hair. I'm sure that'll keep them away." 

A loud laugh escaped Harry's lips, his arm around her shoulders squeezing as he tugged her to his side. Shaking his head, he returned his attention to her with a pink hue rising to the apples of his cheeks, "I was only teasing, m'love—'s not all the time, more like once every couple of months, at this point." 

"You're so mean to me, H," (Y/N) whispered, the insult losing all of its grit as it traveled through her smile. 

"Am I? Am I really, angel?" he murmured, dipping his head closer to hers as dimples popped into his cheeks. 

For a split second, with Harry's attention focused squarely on her in all of his eyelined glory, (Y/N) almost didn't care about the countless relatives and strangers filling the room. She wanted to kiss him and tell him she loved him and that there was no where else she'd rather be than with him. 

And, she was pretty sure she would have done just that if they hadn't been interrupted by the sound of a voice she'd only ever heard through FaceTime. 

"Harry! You finally bring your girlfriend around and the first person you go to isn't me? Your sister who you haven't seen in almost a year?" 

Looking up from the faux-privacy they had curated in the middle of the winery, (Y/N) found the newly-unpixelated face of Gemma Styles. 

From the corner of her eye, the shape of Harry's lips curved upward before he tugged her to stand up with him. A short glance was shot her way, but (Y/N) knew what he was asking her. Ready? she could hear echoed in his voice. 

Looking to the woman that had the same green eyes as her Harry, with a single dimple denting into the apple of her cheek that was more than familiar, (Y/N) knew she wasn't entirely ready, but she was going to be no matter what. 

Harry squeezed her hand, tugging her to his side before speaking, "Gems, I was jus' about to go and find you..." 

She could do this.

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(Y/N) found it hard to draw her gaze away from the newly wed couple as they pranced down the aisle with bright smiles on their faces and a sheen of tears covering their eyes. Applause followed after the couple along with the wedding party, chatter beginning to rise among the guests. 

The ceremony had been beautiful, the couple having written their own vows to share with one another. (Y/N) had known she was going to get emotional during the exchange no matter what, but she hadn't anticipated tearing up as soon as she saw the groom's reaction to Serena, clad in a sleek white gown as she descended the aisle. It was the way his face had immediately turned a shade of red and his eyes filled with tears as his best man clapped a hand on his shoulder in support, seemingly breath-taken at the sight of his bride. That was what had done it for (Y/N). 

From then on, she was consistently trying to keep her own tears from spilling over the edge of her waterline and disrupting the makeup she had fussed over that morning. As soon as Harry noticed, he was more than happy to become her comfort for the duration of the ceremony, his arm around her shoulder tightening and his once free hand came to settle on her thigh in a comforting grip. His hold was a reassuring one, something he'd done for her no less than a hundred times when cuddling during a movie or wrapped up in the sheets of his bed after a long day. He was her rock.

But, it wasn't until the ceremony had come to an end that he spoke to her, his voice quiet under all the chatter, "Y'alright, lovebug?"

Using her fingertips to gently cater to her tears, (Y/N) nodded her head, voice matching the hushed volume of her Harry's. "Yeah, it was all just really pretty. You can tell they really love each other." 

A tender smile tugged at Harry's lips, affection seeping into his features. "Yeah. Y'can." 

Harry's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he tugged her from her seat, his arm around her shoulder falling to grab at her hand. They had about an hour and a half of wait time while the space was renovated to now hold the reception, some guests moving to the patio area out in the back of the winery while others headed towards the front exit to do whatever else. Harry pulled her to join him in the group moving towards the patio, his eyes scanning for his mom who he hadn't had a chance to talk to before the ceremony started.

Spotting an empty cocktail table, he towed (Y/N) behind him, opting to text his mom as he hadn't found her out in the patio space. Fitting herself against his side, (Y/N) looked out at the guests that followed them out to the back of the winery, grateful that she'd met at least a few of the previously unfamiliar faces. Sitting through the ceremony had allowed her attention to sway from the nerves in her stomach, giving her time to settle and enjoy the fact Harry had brought her to a wedding as his date; this was something she wanted to be excited about, feel butterflies over the fact he invited her to something like this at all, and she'd barely given herself a moment to feel even a shred of giddiness over it. 

"Mum's staying back and helping them clean up, but she said she'll be back to see us before the reception," Harry told her, tucking his phone away before leaning with his elbows on the tabletop to curl his body around hers, a gentle smile on his face, "And she wanted me to tell y'that she loves your dress and y'look really pretty." 

A heat flustered behind (Y/N)'s cheeks, keening under his attention. It was one thing to receive those kinds of compliments from Harry, someone who she knew loved her and would always go out of his way to make her feel good, but it was something different to have someone like his mom reiterate those sentiments. She felt a different kind of confidence hearing those words from her. "Really?" 

His grin went lopsided as he gazed at her, a single dimple in his cheek as the lilypad-green of his eyes pursued the bashful expression on her face. "Really, baby,"

Dropping her eyes to where her hands were tracing over the wrought iron designs of the patio table they were stationed at, she felt her smile stretch even wider, "I'll have to tell her thank you then when I see her."

Harry hummed in response, scooting that much closer to her with the curtain of his hair creating faux privacy in the middle of the courtyard. "She's right, anyway. Y'look so pretty, you're breaking m'heart." 

(Y/N) didn't know what to say, feeling her skin prickle and cheeks heat at his compliments. The butterflies in her tummy were a breed all of their own, the kind that only popped up when Harry was so sweet on her at a wedding. He was making it way too easy for those butterflies in her tummy to flood to her head and make her believe this could someday play out again at a different wedding—one where she planned everything and was the one in the white dress. 

"Harry," she breathed out, the call of his name a whisper that worked its way through her smile. 

An all too smug smile kinked at the corners of his lopsided grin, making him look way too satisfied to have received her shy reaction. "You're so sweet, baby," he said, bumping his hip against her side, "What did y'think about Serena's dress?" 

She was grateful for the change in topic, needing a moment to get the fluttering in her chest under control so she didn't look like a vibrating chihuahua by the time Harry's mom came around. "It was really pretty; I liked the train," she settled, nodding her head as she remembered the long, lace train that followed after Serena as she walked down the aisle. 

Another hum worked its way out of Harry's throat, like he was contemplating her words. 

"Is that the kind of dress y'like? With the long train and everything?" he asked, his eyes clear and intense against the black kohl on his waterline. 

(Y/N) was caught off guard at the line of question he opened up. Before the butterflies in her tummy could rile themselves up again, she wanted to double check what exactly he was asking. 

"Like, as a wedding dress?" 

"Mhm." 

"Oh," she sounded, rolling her lips between her teeth as if she were afraid of the kind of smile that was threatening to split her lips and make her cheeks ache. "Um, I don't know. Maybe? I like the idea of having a train, but I think it would be a lot to keep track of. And,"—she swallowed, dropping her gaze to Harry's tattooed wrist from where he lent over the table with his chin in his palm, "I-I've always kind of pictured myself in something bigger; a big skirt with lots of tulle, or satin, or whatever I end up liking." 

This wasn't the first time they'd talked about weddings, or even getting married (nothing quite as blunt as the night she overheard him talking to his mom about when he wanted to propose), but he'd never asked for details like this. The prospect of that kind of future was always spoken about in the abstract, with offhand comments about a someday, or a one day. But this, the blunt mention of the rest of their lives made her feel like her heart was about to jump out of her throat and there was too much energy in her body to be contained. If she could jump around and scream without anyone giving her odd looks, she would have. 

Harry's face molded into a soft smile though his eyes turned a bit dreamy. "Yeah, I can see that. Like one of those princess kind of dresses, right?" 

This time, (Y/N) hadn't bothered to bite back her smile. "Yeah, something like that." 

His dimple sunk deeper into his cheek as his eyes fell from her own and traced down the length of her body. "I've always pictured y'in a pink color, too. Those blush dresses, or whatever they're called."

While he was right in his assumption ((Y/N) loved seeing those pink dresses on those wedding dress television shows, the blush shades always being her favorite), she couldn't get over the first half of his thought: he had pictured what she would look like on her wedding day. 

And, the way he said it made it sound like it was more than once. That he'd thought about what she would look like going down the aisle, and had 'always' seen her in a blush colored gown. 

Shifting her gaze to land on the script tattoo on his hand, the words spelling out 'love me please?'taking her attention as she fought to keep her head on straight. "Yeah, actually," she murmured, "I really like those dresses." 

"That would be really pretty, baby," he said, keeping his own voice low between the two of them, "I don't know what y'had in mind, but I've always seen us getting married outside, in a garden or something. I think the pink would be really pretty in a place like that." 

In that moment, (Y/N) became conscious of her breathing, making an effort to take in each breath and ease out the exhales. If not for that awareness, she was halfway sure that she would have passed out. Or burst into tears—but there was no ruling out that outcome, yet. 

"I-I like that idea, yeah," she squeaked, keeping her eyes trained on the tattoo on his hand in hopes of focusing her rattling brain, "What else have you pictured for o-our wedding?" 

Our wedding. 

"Mmm," Harry hummed, (Y/N) not even needing to see his face to know he was pursing his lips and hooding his eyes in thought, "Don't have everything figured out, but I have a few ideas. I think it'd be small, yeah? Something just for us and a few people who are important to us, but mostly private. 'M not sure about the colors, but I figured we'd do something soft for you. Lots of flowers, too; some in your hair, if y'liked something like that. I don't know everything, but I know we'd be really happy." 

(Y/N) knew it was a wise choice not to rule out tears when she felt the backs of her eyes begin to burn and a lump form in her throat. She couldn't look at him if she wanted to keep a hold on her control, keep herself from embarrassing herself in front of Harry's family, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to know what he looked like when he spoke like that, telling her that the one thing he knew for sure was that they would be happy. On their wedding day. 

She found him gazing at her with something that could only be described as tender affection in his eyes, a soft-lipped grin on his face. He was admiring her, that was the only name she could put to a look like that. 

The second he saw the tears that had gathered in her eyes, Harry shifted on his stance. He crowded around her, orbiting around her to place himself in front of her, shielding her from the rest of the wedding guests as he tucked her into his chest. 

"Lovebug," he cooed, his smile dampening into a pout.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," she rushed, shaking her head before settling her hands on his chest, "I promise, I'm okay. I-I just really like your ideas. Our wedding sounds really nice." 

Bringing a gentle hand to her cheek, Harry brushed his thumb over the height of her cheekbone. Though she could still see all of his concern swimming in his eyes, he made an effort to fit a lopsided smile on his lips. "I like hearing y'say that. Talking about our wedding, and everything." 

(Y/N) nodded her head, aware of the tendrils of hair that floated around her face at the motion. "I do, too." 

A beat passed, Harry's gaze trained on her while (Y/N) fought to keep her tears at bay. (She barely had any mascara left on her lower lashes, and she needed to preserve it for the reception if she wanted to look nice meeting the rest of his family). The cradle of his hand on her cheek soldified then, stabilizing her as he lent down and pressed a tentative kiss to the corner of her lips. 

"I love you, baby. So much." The sentiment was whispered across her skin, sinking into her system and quelling the buzz that tickled her veins.

A smile cracked her lips, rounding her cheek out into the palm of his hand. His hold was warm, careful, and tender. Safe. All the words she would use to describe the love of her life. 

"I love you too, H." 

The pure elation that filled his gaze was enough to make (Y/N) want to spend the rest of the day telling him those words over and over again. And she would have, if a neatly manicured hand hadn't curled around Harry's shoulder from behind. 

"There you two are! I've been looking everywhere!" It was Anne, the voice familiar and enough to knock (Y/N) out of her stupor and for Harry to reluctantly draw his gaze from her. 

"Mum," he sighed, a small smile filling his face when he caught sight of his mom, "I was wondering when y'would show up." 

Anne waved off his words, "I told you I would come find you before the reception. I didn't interrupt anything, though, did I?" 

Her familiar green eyes swooped between the two of them, Harry having shifted to a much more acceptable hold on (Y/N) with only their hands linked and sides pressed together. Though, (Y/N) was sure she still held remnants of their embrace in the glisten of her eyes and the soft set of each of her muscles that called for her to lean all over Harry.

"No," Harry started, chancing a quiet look in (Y/N)'s direction, "We were jus' talking about the wedding." 

(Y/N) didn't bother to hide her smile at his words. 

He meant their wedding. 

—————

(Y/N) startled when she felt someone bump into her shoulder. The hand she had around her flute of sparkling apple juice (they passed it around during speeches for anyone underage and Harry made a point to grab one for her when he saw her eyeing the tray) tightened as she jumped. Gemma had just left for the bathroom, and Harry was supposed to be out on the dance floor with his mom. 

Before she had a chance to peep at who now filled the seat beside her, her new companion murmured, "What's a girl like you doing sitting here all alone?" 

At the sound of the voice, (Y/N)'s muscles relaxed on instinct. She knew that voice—loved that voice. 

Unwilling to fight off the smile tugging at her lips, she twisted in her seat to face Harry who looked every bit the part of flirty bachelor he was trying to portray. With his chin in his palm, lopsided, smug smile on his mouth and his tongue playing with he hoop pierced through his lip, the only thing that gave him away was the affection seeping into his gaze, the kind that only simmered when unconditional love was involved. 

"I'm just waiting for my boyfriend," she said, playing along with his game. 

Harry hummed, his eyes tracing over her features and dropping down the curve of her neck before traveling back to match her own. "I see. I can't believe he'd leave y'here, though. Looking too pretty to not have all his attention."

Shaking her head, (Y/N) felt her cheeks heat at his words. "He gives me a lot of attention," she murmured, "He just got busy for a second." 

"Yeah? He treats y'right?" The grin on Harry's lips sunk deeper as he raised a brow at her. 

"He does, yeah. He takes really good care of me," she started, thinking of the way he fussed over her before the reception, helping her fix her hair and makeup from her moment in the courtyard, "He's my best friend." A beat passed. "He's really cute, too."

The dimples denting the apples of Harry's cheeks grew deeper as she spoke, his foot nudging hers under the table. "He sounds pretty special to you," he said, his lip ring bobbing with a flick of his tongue, "That probably means y'won't give me a kiss, huh? Love him too much?" 

"I don't know," (Y/N) smiled, wrapping her own ankle around his as she scooted that much closer to him, "I think he might let me kiss you. You're pretty sweet." 

The smugness that molded his features fell at her words, leaving behind only the genuine curl of his lips and rounded edges of his features as he gazed at her tenderly. "C'mere, baby." 

"Oh, are we done playing?" (Y/N) asked, listening to his direction and inching close enough that her thigh pressed against his. 

"Mhm," he hummed, stretched his free arm to lay along the back of (Y/N)'s chair, crowding around her, "Jus' us now." 

Harry didn't offer a moment for her to respond before he ducked his head, and pressed a sweet kiss to the soft of her cheek, just barely grazing the corner of her mouth. Aware of the fact his family made up the crowd all around them, (Y/N) placed her hand on his chest, a quiet reminder to please be careful. His smile could be felt against her skin as he lingered, her message conveyed. 

The tip of Harry's nose skimmed the height of her cheekbone as he ghosted over the planes of her face, bringing his lips to her ear before whispering, "You're m'best friend, too, (Y/N)." 

If not for the audience around the room, (Y/N) would have melted into his chest, curling into his hold and falling into the daydream he was pulling her into with words alone. As much fun as she was having spending time with his mom and sister, and having fun at the first wedding she'd been to in years, this moment made her wonder how much longer they'd be here until she could be alone with him again. How much longer until she could be wrapped up in his arms and kiss him the way she wanted without prying eyes. 

After pressing a single kiss to the space before her ear, a small smile on his lips, Harry slipped out of his seat. (Y/N) watched him with her mouth in a small gape, already missing his presence and the feel of his warm enveloping her. 

Harry only cracked a small smile before he held his hand out, black polished nails gleaming in the romantic lighting filling the winery's banquet hall. "Why don't y'come dance with me?"

(Y/N) practically popped out of her seat like a bunny, eagerly grabbing his offered hand. Usually, it was her that was trying to convince him to dance—most of the time while she was a little tipsy after a few glasses of wine—, so this was new for her. Harry let out a breathy laugh as she nodded her head, entirely too excited to be about to dance at a family wedding. As she followed along behind him, (Y/N) tuned into the music selected by the DJ for the first time since the couple's first dance together, noticing it was another slow song, one she didn't recognize but sounded vaguely familiar. Probably from one of the many playlists Harry crafted in her dedication. 

And, he wanted to dance with her to this. 

Out on the floor, (Y/N) spotted Anne dancing with her brother, a beaming smile on her face as they no doubt talked about how wonderful the ceremony was and all of the details that went into the makeup of the venue. Gemma apparently had been corralled by her boyfriend after her bathroom trip, an adoring smile on his face as he gazed down at her as she spoke. The couple of the day was sequestered to the smallest corner of the floor, Serena's forehead pressing into the curve of her new husband's throat, having only left the dance floor once for food before wrapping themselves around each other and swaying to songs only they heard. 

It was when Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close with a flexing of his forearms and his fingers making soft dents into her form, that she realized she would get to join that scene—that scene filled with love and adoration. 

"Hold me, angel," Harry murmured to her through his smile, making her realize in her lovestruck daze, she hadn't moved to reciprocate his hold. 

"Oh, sorry," she peeped, linking her arms around his neck, the length of his curls tangled through her fingers and tickling her skin. 

"'S okay, don't be sorry," he told her, ducking his head down to her ear, "But, I do want to know what y'were thinking about that got y'so distracted." 

With his grip on her waist, Harry started swaying them in time with the music, the fluff of her skirt fluttering around them. (Y/N) took advantage of her looped arms to inch herself closer to him, cocooning herself in his presence as much as she could without completely clinging to him. 

"Nothing," she whispered, "Just you and all. Thank you for bringing me." 

"Of course, baby," he said, pressing his cheek to hers in place of planting a kiss to the skin, "No one else I'd rather have here with me. Besides, Mitch wouldn't cuddle with me tonight like I know y'will." 

(Y/N) reared back, a small smile on her face as she caught his eye. "Is that what we're doing tonight at the hotel?" 

Harry's mouth turned lopsided in a self-satisfied grin. His eyes traced over her features, perusing the planes of her face with tender affection. "Maybe after a few other things, but we'll see." 

She should've known he would respond with something like that when she opened that avenue of conversation, but she still felt her cheeks fill with warmth as if she had no idea. Of course he would imply something like that. 

But, if (Y/N) was being one hundred percent honest, she couldn't lie and say the same thing hadn't been on her mind since he joined her in the bathroom to finish getting ready this morning. With his chest full of tattoos on display and long curls sweeping over his collarbones, he was a dirty daydream—her dirty dream. The idea of disappearing back at the hotel with him, hiding under the fluffy white duvet on their bed with only him to hold her attention, made her tummy turn with the most pleasurable of butterflies. 

As if he could hear her thoughts, Harry's grin widened, amusement tinting the curl. He raised his brows at her for a moment, as if she would offer some kind of explanation for a reaction he knew too well. He spared her the conversation when he pulsed his arms around her, disregarding the fact the song was changing to something uptempo, using the edge of the dance floor they had huddled into to their advantage as he kept her swaying softly. 

"You're having a good time, though, baby?" he asked her, his features rounding out in genuine curiosity as he gazed at her. 

(Y/N) eagerly nodded her head, a bubbly smile on her face. "Your sister is so much fun, she's been so nice talking to me all night."

"Yeah?" he smiled, his fingers on her hips pulsing in attention, "Watched you two talk for a minute before I came to bother you. Gem only gets that happy when she tells embarrassing stories about me, jus' to remind me that 'm, apparently, not as cool as I think I am." 

"I still think you're cool," (Y/N) countered, though there was more than a little amusement laced through her tone. Gemma had said the exact same thing to her just before she shared a story about a primary school aged Harry that cried when he saw his sister had gotten her ears pierced and was scared she'd never be able to go swimming with him again because she'd get too filled up with water and wouldn't float now with the extra holes in her skin. Gemma teared up from how hard she was laughing recalling the way their mom had to sit Harry down and cuddle him until he understood that wasn't physically possible. 

"And look at him now," she had said, waving her hand towards the dance floor where Harry was swaying with their mother, "I like to think my ear piercing adventure inspired him. Even if he can't pull it off as well as I do." 

Harry knew her too well, it seemed—and his sister—when he canted his head to the side, feigning exasperation as he shook his head. "She told y'about the ear piercing story, didn't she?That one and the drug dealer one is her favorite, but she usually likes to break the ice and tell everyone how I used to be a crybaby first." 

Though her interest was piqued at the mention of the 'drug dealer' story, (Y/N) allowed a small smile to curl her lips, inching just the smallest bit closer to Harry as his arms folded around her waist with his forearms cradling the small of her back. "There's nothing wrong with being a crybaby, though, right? Otherwise, this is gonna get really awkward when you realize how often it is that I cry." 

(Y/N)'s joke was told through a smiling mouth though her cheeks were going warm in something closer to embarrassment than the butterflies she felt before. She knew he was joking a little, but she'd really hope he wasn't annoyed with how worked up she became over small things at times, knowing she was still the crybaby her parents scolded her for being when she was young. 

Harry's features went soft and round as he gazed down at her, the sweep of his gaze taking in the planes of her face with tender care. It took him only a moment to lead her away from the rest of the guests, mimicking the bride and groom by stealing away to a shaded corner of the venue where wine crates were stacked high and decorated with the wedding's flowers, leaving a small space with less prying eyes to catch them. 

"You're not a crybaby, angel, you know that. You're jus' a sensitive girl and there's nothing wrong with that, you're right." As he spoke, he gave her the full intensity of the soft moss coloring of his eyes, his gaze flicking back and forth between her eyes to ensure she knew he meant what he was saying. It was when he ducked his head, breaking that eye contact, that his voice lowered and his words wrapped around the shell of her ear and stamped over her skin like a kiss that (Y/N) almost melted if not for the support of his hold. "Nothing wrong with it, especially when 'm here to take care of you, right?" 

There was something about hearing him express how willing he was to take care of her; how even if she was a sensitive girl, a little messy around the house when she spent the night (she had an awful habit of leaving cabinet doors open after picking out what she needed from inside), and prone to falling asleep in the middle of movies with him after vowing to watch until the end, that he was going to be there to cradle her and take care of her no matter her problem. She was no stranger to becoming a bit clingy and dreamy when he spoke like that, but there was something especially heart-breaking about hearing the sentiment right then, stolen away at a wedding that hadn't stopped making her heart bloat from how romantic the occasion had been since they set foot in the venue, that made it that much more urgent for her to be with him. 

Though she was still aware of the guests around them, not too far from the dance floor to be completely unseen, (Y/N) couldn't help herself before she stretched onto her tiptoes using the leverage of her arms around his neck, and draped herself over Harry's from. The length of her body was pressed against every inch of his, the steady beat of his heart and movement of his chest as he breathed made (Y/N) all that much more emotional as she buried her face in his neck. Hearing the most basic of human functions—the pattering of his pulse, the gentle exhale of his breathing, the feel of his muscles contracting as he held her—made her so aware of the fact that he was a real person who had his own thoughts, feelings, and daily adventures that she might never know about, but he had chosen to love her in the midst of it all. He had chosen to tuck her into his chest and sweep his lips up the column of her throat and hold her because there was nothing else he'd rather do. 

"You'll always be here, right?" (Y/N) murmured, her voice a secret whispered into his ear. 

Harry's arms around her waist pulsed, bringing her middle flush against his own as if he still wasn't as close to her as he yearned to be. She knew that feeling well. 

"Of course 'm going to be there, angel—always going to be wherever y'are, as long as y'want me." His words felt like a kiss though she barely felt the full of his lips brushing against the curve of her neck, his lip ring giving nothing more than a chilly graze against her skin that urged her to seek out more of his warmth. 

"I'll always want you, Harry," she cemented, hoping he understood just how deeply she meant that. She would always, always, always want him; not a single day went by where she didn't crave to at least hear from him, and she couldn't see her future going any other way. "I can take care of you, too, right?" 

The ghost of his smile could be felt against her neck, his hold on her tightening almost enough to lift her feet from the ground even with the heels strapped around her ankles. There was something earnest in his tone as he spoke, like he couldn't settle on exactly how to speak this without his heart bursting, "Y'take care of me everyday, angel, and y'don't even know it." 

Behind the wine crates with the sound of wedding guests chattering on only feet away, (Y/N) indulged herself in Harry's hold a moment longer. Even with just barely enough breathing room between them, the feel of his body pressed into hers and his face buried in the crook of her neck, it wasn't enough. 

She wished she was someone else who wouldn't feel guilty about leaving the reception before the newlyweds, so she could convince Harry to take her back to the hotel and let her be closer to him. Though she physically felt warm—hot, even—in his hold, something was lacking enough to cause a dot of chill to inch its way up the base of her spine, the kind that she knew would be cured under the sheets of their borrowed bed with the brunt of Harry's body pressing into her and sinking her into the mattress. 

"Y'alright, love?" Harry mumbled, pulling away just enough to match his eyes to hers.

"Mhm," she hummed, a half-truth, as she bit at the full of her bottom lip, "Do you know when you'll be ready to leave?" 

A lopsided smile fixed itself to Harry's features. He knew. 

"Soon, baby. Really soon." 

—————

A tattooed arm slipped around (Y/N)'s waist from behind in record time as she stumbled over the threshold to their hotel room. The toe of her heel had caught on the lip of the doorframe, pitching her forward with a gasp before Harry came to the rescue.

"Careful, baby," Harry laughed, his amusement felt against the back of her neck as he closed and locked the door behind them, "There's no need to rush." 

But, there was. 

The rest of the reception had gone by in excruciating detail, from (Y/N)'s perspective. It had been another hour since they had cuddled behind those wine crates before the happy couple had been sent off with well wishes for their honeymoon and the rest of their lives they were setting off on, before Harry had asked her if she was ready to go. As much fun as she had during the cake cutting and talking to his mom and sister some more in between meeting other relatives, (Y/N) had been itching to get back to the hotel room with Harry in tow. 

"Sorry," she murmured, making a conscious effort to slow her hurried steps and settle her restless limbs. 

A soft kiss was pressed to the curve of her throat before the curl of his smile could be felt against her skin. His hand moved to settle on the small of her back, urging her into the suite. "Don't need to be sorry, love. Jus' be careful, yeah?" 

Giving only a soft nod, (Y/N) made paced steps towards their bed, peeping over her shoulder only once to see if Harry was following. When he caught her looking, a heat filled her cheeks as she almost tripped over herself to get to their bags propped at the end of the bed, the luggage taking her attention as she heard a breathy laugh from behind her. 

"Going to the bathroom?" Harry asked, coming to sit on the edge of the white fluffed bed. He rested his ankle on his knee as he began unlacing his shoes though his eyes remained on her. 

Looking down in her hands at the pajama set she had absently dug out of the luggage, (Y/N) gave him a stilted nod. Apparently, she was going to go get changed in the bathroom. 

After pulling out a bag of toiletries, (Y/N) toed off her heels before disappearing in the bathroom. With the door shut behind her, the air felt still now that she was alone. Seeing her things splayed out on the counter—oversized pajamas, her new birth control she started herself on two weeks ago, and clean makeup wipes—, she knew she didn't want to go to bed. Her mind had been whirling a little too fast for a little too long to go to sleep now, especially when she had been struggling to get some alone time with Harry since their moment between the wine crates. She couldn't waste it by sleeping. 

Thinking about that moment at the reception, made (Y/N)'s stomach turn in the way it only did when she craved a good cuddle from Harry. That need to be close to him returned at full force, fueled by the knowledge that they were finally alone and had nothing to stop her from filling that void that needed him. 

Reaching to her back, she unzipped her dress before pushing the straps from the slopes of her shoulders, the pink chiffon creating a puddle at her bare feet. Looking in the mirror, she was left in her full face of makeup and the white cotton thong and matching bralette she'd worn under her dress, the clean hue complimented by tiny pink rosettes stitched to the very middle of the garments. As she reached for the packet of makeup wipes on the counter, (Y/N)'s eyes grazed over the baby blue case that held her birth control. 

This was still a very new development for her, finally having the guts to request something like this from her doctor. While she knew, especially for women her age, that this medication wasn't anything out of the norm, she swore her cheeks almost melted off her face when she had looked Dr. Claire in the eyes and requested the contraception. Just two days later, her first three months were delivered to her apartment and she'd been adjusting since. 

As far as anyone knew, she opted to start on it to help regulate her periods and especially the cramps that came along with them, but she knew in the flustered corner of her mind, that she really requested it with Harry in mind. 

They were always, always, always careful—even in the heat of the moment, morning quickies or flights of passion in the middle of the night, Harry always slipped a rubber on before slipping inside her—, so that was not her concern. What had really inspired the idea of possibly starting the medication, was an overheard conversation in class where one of her classmates had shared a story with her friend about her boyfriend's weekend visit and the dormroom antics they got up to. Just hearing that story had made her skin heat, embarrassed to be eavesdropping, but once the idea was in her head of "going bare" with Harry, it wasn't something that was easily evicted. 

Tonight especially, that thought hadn't left her mind for very long. 

Standing in the bathroom, with only the soft of her undergarments decorating her form and the blue birth control packet laid on the counter, she acknowledged the pit in her stomach that had taken root over an hour earlier when they had been tucked away in the corner of the winery. That need to be close to him hadn't quelled even a fraction in the time she had resorted to holding only his hand through the remainder of the reception. 

And, how much closer could you get than having him inside her without even the thinnest layer of rubber separating them? 

Even just the idea of feeling every part of Harry against her—inside her—made her muscles relax just the smallest bit. She trusted him with her whole heart and loved him in the same measure, so why couldn't they take that barrier away? Even if only just for tonight? 

It was with that, that (Y/N) double checked the time on her phone before taking the pill labeled for Saturday in her current row. Her skincare routine followed in a daze, the washing of her face being the last detail she truly recalled before muscle memory took over and she was left to analyze how she'd bring up her idea for the night to Harry. 

With her skin clean and moisturized, (Y/N) scooped up the puddle of her dress from the floor, balling the fabric in front of her tummy before taking a deep breath. She slipped back into the hotel suite on quiet feet, finding Harry still sat on the edge of the mattress with his shoes kicked off to the side and his suit jacket laid over the shell top of the luggage. Looking up from his phone, his brows raised over his kohl-lined eyes when he caught sight of her dressed in the bare minimum, toes curling into the plush carpet underneath. 

"Those don't look like the pajamas y'packed," Harry teased, discarding his phone to sit on the nightstand before reclining back on the bed, hands buried in the bedding as they propped him up. His eyes appraised her form with careful accuracy as she felt them trace over the curves of her hips and dip of her waist. He looked much too smug when his gaze stopped on the rosette stitched on the tiny centimeter of banding that connected the cups of her bralette. 

She hesitated to drop the bundle of her dress from her hands, appreciating the distraction it offered as she twisted the fabric between her fingers. She felt her eyes round out, features softening as she chanced a look down to his barely covered chest, the full of his butterfly tattoo on display through the billows of fabric. With a dry mouth, she shrugged only a single shoulder. "You said we might cuddle and do other stuff tonight, though, right?" 

"I did say that, didn't I?" He spoke lazily, his smile matching with his lip ring bobbing in the low light of the lamp. "That what y'wanted to do tonight? Cuddle?" 

(Y/N) knew what he was doing, knew what he was trying to pull from her, as he looked at her with a tick in his brow and a teasing flicker in his pupils. She swallowed, matching his intense gaze with her own shy version as she tried to pick out the green of his iris in the low light, "And maybe some of the other stuff. If you still wanted, anyway." 

A grin broke out on his face as her words. Sitting up straight from his reclined position, Harry opened his arms up to her, tattooed fingers stretching out towards her. "Of course, I want you, angel. Now, come here. Can't cuddle with y'so far away, can we?"

The dress she had agonized over for weeks was now forgotten as (Y/N) dropped it to the floor, eager to curl into Harry's chest and feel him all over her again. The first touch she felt when she drew close enough was the brush of his fingertips over her waist, goosebumps layering over her skin at the feel before his palm wrapped around the dip of her curves, his heavy rings pressing into her skin. He helped her climb onto his lap, her chest pressed against his as he wrapped his arms around her middle with his forearms sliding around the small of her back in a cradle. Her thighs straddled his hips as she settled on his lap, just barely at eye level with him.

Only a quiet beckon of C'mere, lovebug, floated between them before Harry ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers. Tipping her head just right, (Y/N) allowed him to slot their lips together, the bud of her bottom lip between his two. The tip of his nose grazed over the side of hers as he anchored one of his hands on the back of her head, fingers slipping through the strands in soothing grazes. (Y/N)'s own hands laid flat on the broad of Harry's shoulders, her fingers making careful dents in the muscles as she clung to him.

A sigh of her name was exhaled over her lips before Harry snuck his tongue out, running along the plush of her lips. Her heart stuttered behind her ribcage at the feel of his affection, feeling herself melt into him, eager to give him all of herself. Using the grip on his shoulders, she shuffled over his lap, bringing herself close enough that her front was flush with his, each block of muscle exposed by the barely buttoned status of his shirt. He was warm against her bare skin, but she still felt a shiver go down her spine when she felt the lump settled between his thighs, just under her core. 

"H-Harry," she murmured, drawing away from his lips just far enough to breathe the call over his skin.

The slight curl of his lips was felt against her own as he smeared his mouth against hers in a sealing kiss. "Yeah, baby? Feel that?" 

Her eyelids felt welded shut as he used his arm around her waist to drag her heavily over his cock, unable to handle seeing him when she felt so much in the moment. Overwhelmed already, she tucked her face into his shoulder, his hair curtaining around her face as she inhaled the scent clinging to his skin. She wasn't even aware of what she was saying before she whimpered into his neck, "I-I want it." 

Harry dropped his head into her shoulder at her words, mimicking the way she cuddled into him as a choked moan rumbled through his chest. The plush of his lips was smeared in honey-sweet sticky kisses against her skin. "I know y'do, baby. Wanna show me how much y'want it? Gotta earn it before I can let y'have it." 

Whenever he requested things like this, it made her skin heat and her heart beat hard enough to hear the rushing through the shell of her ears. 

Her less than steady hands that were anchored on his shoulders slid along his form, dipping into the length of his hair. Her fingers wrapped through his curls as she drew away from the home she made against his shoulder, hoping he would follow suit and she could see his face again. Her breathing hitched when she got her wish, and the green eyes she had been expecting were replaced with dilated pupils with a flush coloring his cheeks and lips shining with the spit-slicked kissed he had dragged over her skin. In the dark of the hotel room, his eyeliner seemed especially shadowy around his eyes, his tattoos seemed freshly inked onto his skin, his curls a shade darker than the gentle brown she was accustom to. 

Feeling the bar of his arm stretched around her back and the press of his chest against her own as he pulled in a deep breath, (Y/N)'s heart jumped at the reminder of the parts of him she couldn't see right then. It wasn't until Harry raised a dark brow at her that she realized just how long she must been staring at him,

"Gonna show me, angel? Or are y'gonna keep staring at daddy with those hearts in your eyes?" 

Her breathing stopped for a beat at the sound of his title falling from his raspberry lips. She'd never get over the sound of his voice—especially when it was deep and rumbling like this—wrapping around the word, urging her to fall deeper into her role for him. 

"Will you help me, daddy?" she pleaded, breathless. 

An affection-soaked smile stretched over Harry's lips at her request, a pair of dimples bracketing the curve. Dipping his head down, he nuzzled his nose against hers in a puppy's kiss. "Yeah, I can help you, angel." 

She all but melted into his hold at the feel of his crooned words fanning over her skin. A quiet thank you, daddy, was murmured into his neck as (Y/N) did her part and shuffled on his lap as close to his chest as she could get. She braced her knees on either side of Harry's hips, readying herself when she felt the first push of his arm around the small of her back, dragging her over the tent that had formed between his legs. 

A breathless moan fell from her lips as she keened into the touch, a delicate shiver running up her spine. The bulge of his cock pressed deeply against the growing wet spot on the front of her panties. She followed the template of his pulling, moving her body to match the pacing he had set. Her breathing came in pants, her chest heaving as her back arched. Each drag of her hips brought her close to his chest, where her breasts were pushed against him, her peaking nipples straining against her cotton bralette as they grazed his skin. Her fingers untangled from his curls,  only to drop behind his neck where her fingers laced together, giving her a better drip to rock her hips over his cock. As much as she wanted to keep watching him, she couldn't help herself before her face dropped to the warmth of his shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed. It was too much for her—the scratch of his clothing against her bare skin, the push of his cock against her clit, the strength of his arm braced around her back, even his smell, was overwhelming—but not enough at the same time. She needed more from him. She wanted to sink on his cock for real, she just needed to earn it first, like he said. 

(Y/N) tried her best to keep track of her surroundings as she rocked her hips over his, but the shifting of his hold on her came as a surprise. Harry's palms wrapped around the curve of her waist as she lost herself in the movements of her hips, the heft of his rings making dents in the soft give of her skin. The chill of the pieces was enough to add a bite of clarity to the moment, reminding her what exactly she had planned for the night. Just the thought of having him bare inside her—finishing inside her—elicited a loud moan to fall from her lips. 

"'M right here, baby, 's okay," he crooned to her, responding to the title she had called out to, "Doing so good, not even helping y'anymore. Doing so good all by yourself." 

In the muddled mess that was her brain, (Y/N) hadn't even noticed that Harry had adjusted his grip in the first place because he was no longer aiding in the grinding and dragging of her hips, (Y/N) doing it all on her own with an erratic rhythm that really only seemed to please herself. Slowing down, she pulled away from the burrowed home she made against Harry's shoulder and dropped her gaze to their laps. 

Her underwear had gone askew, the rocking of her hips having stretched the material tightly against her core. The flimsy barrier of her panties did nothing to protect his pants as she spotted a damp patch on the material that was unmistakably from her. 

A beat passed before Harry pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling her face up to match his gaze. A self-satisfied smile curled his lips, the lopsided curve being something of his signature. "Like seeing your mess, angel? Y'did that all by yourself." 

A heat bubbled behind her cheeks at his words. "I didn't mean to make a mess, I-I'm sor—" 

Before she could get the rest of her sentence out, Harry took advantage of the hold he had on her chin and smeared his lips against hers in a silencing kiss. (Y/N) forgot about her flustered embarrassment in a second as soon as he kissed her, which she was sure was his intention. 

"Don't say you're sorry, love, don't need to be. I like the little mess y'left on me," he crooned against her lips, the full of his own brushing against her pout. 

(Y/N) couldn't even catch her breath before he was kissing her again, parting her mouth with his own and slipping his tongue inside. Harry swallowed the moan that fell from her mouth, his tongue sweeping through and tasting every bit of the sweetened sparkling juice she sipped at the reception and the honeyed lust that was building inside her. The hand he had stationed on her chin slid across her cheek and through the baby hairs bordering her hairline, until his fingers threaded through the strands. He cradled the back of her head as he tilted his own, deepening the kiss. The hand on the back of her head anchored her to the moment as she fought to find her breath through the haze of HarryHarryHarry in her head and the distraction of his kiss. It wasn't until he drew away from her mouth, dragging his lips across her cheek and down to the line of her jaw, that she even attempted to bring in a balancing breath. 

Nonetheless, her breathing came in pants as she fixed her hands through his hair, the curls tangling through her fingers as she keened into him. Harry kissed down her neck, not even lifting his mouth from her skin before planting another kiss on the curve of her throat. She couldn't help herself before dragging her hips and grinding down on his cock again as he gave a clarifying nip of his teeth over her pulse, soothing the bite with a sweep of his tongue. 

"D-Daddy, I—," she whined, her voice sounding as breathless as she felt. 

His smile could be felt against her skin as he kissed down her chest, a drag of his tongue over the shelf of her collarbone before stopping just along the swell of her breast. "I can feel your heart, baby," he murmured against her skin, the curve of his lips pressing int the soft skin, "What's got it beating so fast, hm?"

In her right mind, (Y/N) knew she would feel at least a tint of bashfulness at his teasing, but in that moment, it seemed to only spur her on. The slight mocking tilt to his tone made her thighs clench around his hips and her tummy jump despite the warmth being pressed into her from all sides. 

"Y-You," she whined, "You're making me—" 

(Y/N) cut herself off when her train off thought went off it's tracks, leaving her to sink into Harry further as he bit into the curve of her breast and began nudging the delicate strap off her shoulder. How was she supposed to think, let alone talk when he did things like that?

"'M making y'what, angel?" he teased, his tone deep and dipped in gravel as it rumbled through his chest, "Am I making y'wet? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" 

With the strap of her bralette halfway down her shoulder, (Y/N) felt Harry nudge the flimsy cup out of the way with the tip of his nose as he skimmed it over her skin, his warm breath fanning over the newly exposed skin. The stubble that prickled his chin grazed (Y/N)'s breast as he laid kisses down her chest until he took her nipple between his lips. A lick of his tongue was delivered to the bud, making (Y/N)'s breathing tight as she imagined that same feeling between her legs. 

"I—I need you," she choked out, the tightness in her lungs making it hard for anything more to come out. 

The hand he had planted on her waist shifted over her side as he drew away from her chest, his palm coming to a stop at her ribs with his thumb driving up underneath the band of her bra and tracing over the curve of her breast. His lips were slick as she finally got a good look at him since they started kissing, pupils dark and wide across his iris. Even his cheeks held a ruddy flush as he traced his gaze over her features and allowed his kiss-swollen lips to stretch into a smug smile. 

"So, you're m'needy girl tonight? Is that what you're telling me?" 

(Y/N) couldn't do anything more than nod at him with her mouth set in a small gape. 

His smile turned lopsided but didn't lose any bit of the self-assuredness he had coloring the curve. Even the dimple denting his cheek seemed more smug that sweet in that moment. He gave her one more kiss through his smile before he dropped his hands to her waist and gripped at the curve of her body. 

Drawing her away from his body, Harry deposited her onto the mattress behind him, laying her along the bed with her head cushioned by the fluffed hotel pillows. "Wait right here for me, angel. Daddy needs to get ready for you," he croons to her, affection seeping into the lustful gaze he had plastered over her form. 

With her eyes stuck to Harry's form, (Y/N) sunk into the white duvet stretched over the mattress. The broad of his shoulders stole her attention as she absently readjusted her bralette, covering herself against the chill in the hotel room, though she could argue she might as well have been running a fever as she watched him.

Harry stood with his back to her, only glimpses of his hands visible as he tugged off his rings and laid them out on the bedside table, the metal and gems glinting in the lamplight. Her thighs clenched at the implications of his now bare fingers, now knowing that he planned on spending a good amount of time with his hand between her thighs for the night. She watched as she continued undressing, shedding his silken button down with the material dropping to the floor. The full of his back was left on display, tattoos decorating the tanned skin with designs that only someone like Harry could have imagined and dreamt up. Only his black trousers were left on his body, the fabric stretched across his thighs. 

She knew she had been caught staring, thighs crossed over one another, when she noticed the smirk on Harry's lips as he looked over his shoulder. He didn't waste any time before he was climbing onto the bed, prowling towards her. 

"You're like a dream lying here for me, angel, you know that? Perfect, little, wet dream," he murmured, his eyes never straying from hers as he crawled over the overpassed hotel mattress. 

"Y-You're my dream, too," she countered, voice breathless and nowhere near as confident as his, but still definitely sharing the truth. 

He hummed at her words, sounding all too smug from the rumbling sound alone. The lopsided tilt of his smile could have been felt against her heated skin from the way it made her heart skip a beat as he spoke, "And what am I like in your little dreams, angel?" 

(Y/N)'s eyes fluttered shut as he closed the distance between them finally, the echo of his rumbled voice sounding through her ears just as he pressed his forehead to her temple when he settled into the mattress beside her. Next to her, he was on his side as he sunk into the bedding, bare chest pressed against her arm with his elbow propping him up under him. Instinctively, she pulled her arm out from between them, allowing his heat to radiate directly into her side as she reached her hand up to play with the ends of his curls. His free hand settled on the soft skin of her tummy, warm fingers petting at the gentle curve of her body. With his touch on her middle and his heat warming her side, (Y/N) could barely concentrate enough to even remember his question, let alone answer it. 

"Hm, angel? Ignoring me now?" he teased, dropping a kiss to her cheek through his smile. 

"No, no, never," she stuttered, carefully shaking her head, "I"—she swallowed around her suddenly clumsy tongue—"W-What was the question?" 

The exhaled laugh Harry let out through his nose fanned over her flushed skin, the tip of his nose skimming her cheekbone as his hand on her tummy moved lower down her body, squeezing her hip. "You're so cute, angel. S'fucking cute," he laughed, the full of his lips brushing her skin, "I asked what I do in the dreams y'supposedly have about me."

"Oh," she breathed, trying her best to stay focused despite the fingers toying with the waist her cotton panties, "In-In my dreams, you always t-take care of me." 

"How?" he demanded, barely a second passing after her answer. 

The gentle scrape of his thumbnail was dragged over her hipbone as Harry tucked it underneath the fabric of her underwear, her tummy jumping at the faint line he was drawing as he grazed his hand across the expanse. 

"You kiss me," she started, stopping herself when she felt Harry crane his neck and press his lips to the corner of her mouth, his nose nudging hers when she didn't continue. 

"Keep going. 'M listening, baby." 

"You—um—You touch me where I like," she whispered, breathless.

With his thumb still tucked into her panties and the rest of his hand resting on the low of her stomach, Harry firmed his grazing and made a point to circle his thumb at the top of her core. 

"Y'like this?" 

The nod of her head came in frantic jerks, the mess of her hair growing wilder against pillow cushioning her head. "I do, I do." 

"Where else do y'like to be touched, angel? Where else do I take care of you?" 

(Y/N) turned her head with the intention of matching her lips to his as she reached for the tattooed arm that was stretched over her body. "You know where, daddy," she whined, her eyes still shuttered closed as she tilted her head to press her lips to his. 

When she didn't make contact with his mouth, (Y/N) couldn't help the pout that molded over her features. She blinked her eyes open only to find Harry looking at her with a raised brow, fighting off an all-too-satisfied smile from curling his lips. 

"Does daddy know, baby?" he teased her, tipping his head to ensure his mouth would be just out of reach if she tried to kiss him again, "Y'sure y'don't want to tell him? Because, I'll give it to you as soon as y'do. 'S that easy, love." 

She knew what he was trying to do: get her flustered and hopefully pull a vulgarity to fall from her lips. And he was definitely achieving the former. 

"Daddy," she mouthed, her voice low enough it was barely a whispered coo, "Please." 

He stopped trying to fight off the lopsided curve that threaten to soften his features. "Y'don't want to tell me, lovebug?" 

Catching her bottom lip between the blunt of her teeth, (Y/N) felt her eyes round out as she gazed up at him. "Its hard," she peeped.

That was enough to cause his lopsided smile to turn into a full-sized grin. "Is it?" he prodded, canting his head, affection swimming in his gaze thought condescension reigned in his tone as he flexed his fingers against the soft of her tummy, "You're just the sweetest little thing, aren't you?" 

Suddenly, with his soft words, she felt bashful under his gaze. It was a bit silly, she knew that, with the way he'd been talking to her the second she came out of the bathroom in her underwear not even causing her to bat an eyelash. It wasn't until he told her something tender with honesty in his eyes that made her feel a different set of butterflies in her stomach and her head to fill with cotton-candy sweet clouds. 

"Oh, baby," he murmured, finally ducking his head and indulging her in the kiss she'd been searching for. Despite their half-naked states, the kiss was nothing but innocent, kiss-swollen lips matching together in a gentle press. "Why don't y'show me instead, if y'can't tell me, hm?" he offered, close enough that the full of his lips brushed against hers. 

(Y/N) nodded at this new route, nose subsequently nudging into his in a puppy's kiss. The smile that bloomed on his features was almost reward enough if she hadn't already known the other option he was offering. 

"Then, show me, baby." 

Uncurling her free hand from the comforter she had wrapped between her fingers while the other still indulged in the sweeping ringlets of his hair, she tentatively grabbed for the arm he had across her middle, palms still halfway down her panties. Her fingers looped around his tattooed wrist, both of their gazes following along, before she pushed his hand further down. More and more of the ink embedded in his skin disappeared as she felt his fingers slip over her core. The length of his fingers grazed over the top of her slit, pushing her soaked underwear out of the way in favor of clinging to her himself. 

A shiver ran up her spine at the first brush, back just barely arching off the mattress. From the corner of her eye, she saw Harry's jaw tick around the smile he was biting back as he watched his hand sink under her panties. 

"That where y'wanted me, love? I take care of your little pussy in your dreams?" His voice was like honey spiced with rum as it poured over her: intoxicating and heavenly sweet. 

"Mhm," she keened, nodding her head without much thought going into the motion, "You make me feel so good, daddy." 

Harry didn't need her pushing anymore, moving on his own accord as her own grip seemed to be for nothing other than her own comfort of holding him. Stuffing his hand down her panties, his fingers curled over her core. His palm was cupped over her clit with just enough pressure to make her thighs clench, the tips of his fingers extending over her slit before curling and splitting her slick lips open. 

"I can tell," he mused, something bordering on cockiness tinting his tone, "You're so wet, baby." 

She struggled to thread together any kind of response; her mouth was too dry, head too high in the clouds, and tongue too clumsy to make anything make sense. The only word that she could compute was what left her lips: "Y-You." 

"Me?" he teased, his hand moving in tandem with his words, his palm smearing over her clit in the first true form of pleasure she'd been granted since leaving his lap. "Are y'saying this is because of me?" 

"Uh-huh," she moaned, fingertips denting the tattooed skin of his forearm. 

Barely a beat passed, (Y/N) having enough time to catch her breath, before Harry pulled her in for another kiss. He drew her mouth open with his own, deepening the contact as he dipped his tongue between her lips. The tip of his nose skimmed over her cheek as he tipped his head, tongue brushing over hers in a slick pass while his fingers emulated the movement between her legs. 

"M'baby," he murmured almost too quiet for her to hear over her ragged breath, "M'angel. All for me." 

The waist of her panties was tight over her hips as the cotton stretched to accommodate his hand, seemingly another possessive act to match the words he spoke into her kiss. He kept his palm firm over her clit, this skin calloused from years of tattooing now covered in her slick, while his fingertips circled her entrance in teasing runs. If she had any bit of her mind clear enough to comprehend, she might have noticed the shapes he was tracing with his fingers—letters spelling out his name on her pussy. 

Her hand abandoned station in his hair in favor of cradling his cheek, fingers dipping into the baby curls that bordered his hairline. "Kiss?" she asked, voice small as she tried to clear her mind enough to speak. 

Harry didn't waste a moment before he was giving into her, sealing his lips to hers in the kisses she craved. The teasing of his fingers over her entrance made (Y/N) feel dizzy thinking about what she was going to ask him to do once she worked up the courage, with his kiss being the only thing to anchor her in the moment. 

"Where else do you need me, baby?" he asked, the words fanning over her skin like warm honey, "Or do y'want me to stop here?" 

Flexing his hand, he showed her what he meant. His palm was heavy over her clit, gentle passes getting her worked up while he kept her warm, with his fingers just a breath away from pushing into her pussy. She bucked her hips into the contact, her body giving away her answer before she could put one together with her mouth. 

"Do-Don't stop, no," she rushed, pulling her thighs shut as if trying to trap his hand between them. 

Hooking his ankle around her own, Harry worked to pry her thighs open again until he had her leg pinned down under his. Though her eyes were still closed, she could only imagine the amusement decorating his face as her desperate actions. He always loved when she got a little carried away like that. 

"I need y'to do something for me then, baby," he mumbled, drawing away after smearing his lips over the corner of her mouth in a gentle kiss. 

(Y/N) fluttered her eyes open only when she felt his hand retreating from between her legs, suddenly feeling cold without him there. "H—Why—" 

Harry shushed her as she tried to squeak out her protests, shaking his head as he dragged his slick hand over the soft of her tummy. "Told you I wanted y'to do something for me if y'wanted me to keep going, right?" 

She nodded. 

"This is what I need y'to do," he started, the weight of his hand now transforming into his fingertips tracing between her breasts, the rosette on her bralette being jostled. He settled his hand on her cheek, thumb resting on her chin before creeping up to the full of her bottom lip, "Is this okay?" 

Again, she nodded. She wasn't quite sure what this was, but she couldn't imagine herself saying no to Harry when he looked at like her that. 

The ink of his pupils dropped to the thumb on her lip as he crept it towards the middle of the pillow, wiggling the tip between the two. He stopped there, just the very tip of his black varnished thumb resting in the heat of her mouth, gaze drawing back up to match hers. A beat passed, (Y/N) feeling as if he was cataloguing her reaction, before he pressed further, his thumb dipping deeper into her mouth. 

(Y/N) tentatively peeked out her tongue, touching at his finger for only a moment before he shifted gears and began pressing downward, opening her jaw. Following the pattern, he flitted his gaze back up to match hers, watching her for any shifts in demeanor as he parted her mouth. 

"Still alright?" he prodded once she was opened to his liking, her tongue on display with her kiss-swollen lips in a gape. He was granted a nod in response, eyes never strayed form darting between his own. "Tell me if y'want me to stop, yeah? And if y'can't say it, jus' tap m'arm a few times and I'll let go, baby. Understand?"

His hand on her cheek moved with her as she nodded her head, feeling transfixed as he alluded to whatever it what he was planning on doing with her tonight. Seemingly satisfied with her response, Harry dragged his hand over her cheek, fingertips tracing to the corner of her mouth. The two fingers she had felt prodding at her opening paired up and came to rest on her bottom lip just as his thumb had done only moments before. (Y/N) felt her eyes round out and her breathing hitch when she realized what he was doing. 

Cautiously, waiting for a sign of protest (Y/N) knew wasn't coming, Harry slipped his fingers into her mouth. From the way the look in his eyes shifted, (Y/N) almost wished she could see the way his tattooed fingers disappeared in her mouth, but the second they touched her tongue, she realized she was in the much better position. The pads of his fingers pressed into the flat of her tongue, sweeping across the same way his own tongue had done as he kissed her all night. 

Instinctively, (Y/N) closed her lips around his fingers, gently beginning to suck on the digits the same way she would when he had her on her knees for him. The faintest taste of what was soaking her panties was spread over her tastebuds as she laved her tongue over his fingers. While the idea of tasting herself had never quite appealed to her, there was something about the way it was being fed to her on Harry's fingers that made her thighs clench and her tummy jump. Her hand that had been clinging to his wrist since he dipped between her thighs tightened, keeping him just where he was as she found herself sinking into the motions of sucking his fingers between her lips and tilting and tipping her head as she went. 

Through hooded eyes, (Y/N) caught Harry gazing at her with the same intensity roasting behind the green of his irises that he held when it was his cock in her mouth instead. His eyeliner was barely hanging on, his lower lash line now being smudged with the kohl under the heat of the moment. She liked it when he looked at her like that. 

Fluttering her eyes closed, (Y/N) took advantage of the grip she had on his arm and tugged his wrist. The short motion pulled his fingers deeper into her mouth, just barely reaching towards the back of her throat before she regulated herself and took him down as far as she could, bobbing her head in short strokes. Her breath was coming out heavy through her nose, her thighs tensing and untensing though she couldn't bring them together as Harry still had his own leg thrown over hers to keep her spread. 

"Y'like this, baby?" Harry crooned, his tone tinted with pride though she knew there would still be a bit of wonder in his gaze if she opened her eyes. With her mouth full, she could only nod to him. "I should've known, baby," he continued, dipping his head down and smearing his lips over her suctioned cheek, "Y'love sucking m'cock so much, of course you'd love m'fingers in your pretty mouth." 

She whined around his fingers, humming a confirmation as best she could with her muffled voice. She sucked harder, traced her tongue over his fingers longer, did more to show that he was right: she did love this. She loved doing this for him, the feeling of him in her mouth in any way she could have him being as much for her as it was a service to him. 

"You're an angel, baby, you know that?" he praised her, "Such a sweet girl taking care of her daddy like this." Shifting on the bed beside her, the ridge of his cock brushed against her hip, showing her just how well she was taking care of him. "Y'like this even more than I thought, don't you? Can feel y'trying to press your pussy into m'leg." 

Though the rumbling of his voice was typically enough to float her higher into the clouds, a pick of clarity pinged in her head at the words that fell from his mouth. It was then she realized just how restless the rest of her body had become despite the sedated state of her mind as she sucked on his fingers, hips bucking and grinding as close to the heavy leg on her thigh as she could.

Another mouth-stuffed whine was all she could manage in response. 

A soft breath of laughter was smushed into her cheek from Harry at her answer. "C'mere then, baby. Face me, I've got an idea."

At the first command, she was already shifting her positioning, doing her best to keep her grip on his wrist and his fingers on her tongue. She finished as she laid on her side to face him, his thigh now tucked between her two and Harry relieving the elbow he had been crutched on since getting into bed with her. His now free arm was turned into a cushion for her head, bicep her pillow with the back of her head fit into the crook of his elbow. His chest was warm and solid pressed into hers, the soft of her breasts flush against the muscles hidden under tattoos. 

As she distractedly sucked at his fingers, Harry brushed his thigh upwards to her pussy. The thick of the muscle pressed into her clit and gave a shock to run up her spine. Her mouth fell open as a moan filtered around his fingers, her body sinking into the mattress. 

Shifting his arm under her head, Harry splayed his hand over her back pads of his fingers denting the soft skin as he pushed. "C'mon, angel, keep going like y'were. Got y'what y'wanted, can't stop now." 

Taking advantage of the help he was offering with the steadying hand on her back, she rocked into him, dragging her hips long and slow over his thigh. (Y/N) moaned around his fingers as she did so, finally indulging the ache between her thighs. 

"There we go, angel," Harry encouraged in a soft coo, his palm spanning between her shoulder blades starting a sweeping motion along her spine, comforting her through, "Doing s'good, all by yourself. Taking care of me and that little pussy, huh?" 

It was then that Harry took control as she absently sucked on his fingers. Her head was somewhere else—too filled with how it felt to grind on thigh than to concentrate—, leaving Harry enough room to begin petting his fingers over her tongue and meeting the strokes of her mouth, going deep enough to graze the back of her throat. Her breath hitched as he took over, her core squeezing as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her mouth in gentle passes as if it were his cock stuffed between her lips. The soft insides of her thighs grew wetter as the feel of him fucking into her face with his fingers, the fabric of his trousers undoubtedly drenched along with her. 

"Should've been doing this a long time ago, don't y'think?" Harry mused, pressing his lips into a kiss on her forehead, "Could've had m'cock in your pussy and fingers in your mouth, taking it all for me. Would y'have liked that, angel?" 

Harry barely finished speaking before a loud moan sounded from her, a nod of her head against his bicep following the whine. (Y/N) almost had it in her to be embarrassed at the way she was reacting to his words, but the second she felt his fingertips touch at the back of her throat before slipping away and his knee press into her clit before she was dragged over his thigh, she decided there were bigger things to worry about. 

Especially the hardened ridge she felt against her thigh with every drag of her hips towards him. 

Using what remained of her grip on his wrist, (Y/N) reluctantly pulled Harry's fingers from her mouth. They were spit slicked as they fell over her bottom lip and down her chin before (Y/N) bundled his hand against her chest and sweetly cuddled into him despite the less-than-innocent thoughts tainting her head. 

"H-Harry, I—" she swallowed, the motion of her hips settling into a short roll over his leg every other beat, "I need you, daddy." 

"Y'have me, love," he crooned, dipping his head to plant another tender kiss to her forehead, "What do y'need from me?" 

"I want you here." She was breathless as she tried to explain, rolling her hips in a slow stroke over his thigh to show exactly where here was. 

"Need me in your pussy, baby?" he murmured, voice falling deeper as it mixed in with the messy strands of hair crowning her head. 

"Please, daddy." 

He moaned into her hair, the sound low and deep. "Want m'fingers again, or are y'ready for more?"

(Y/N) didn't waste a second thinking over her options before she was answering, "More, more, please." 

The hand he had splayed on her back flexed one more time before he began dragging himself away from her form. "Wait right here for me, yeah? Need to grab our stuff." 

(Y/N) absently nodded as she watched Harry swing his legs over the side of the bed and begin working on the fastenings of his trousers. He let the fly hang open as he approached their suitcase, rifling through one of the compartments before reemerging with a golden foil packet she was all too familiar with and had no want to see tonight. Harry had no clue as he tossed the foil to the bedside table and resumed his undressing, his pants becoming nothing more than a black puddle on the hotel room floor. She couldn't drop her eyes from his hands as the black painted nails and tattooed fingers dipped underneath the waistband of his white boxers, dragging it down his ink smattered hips. 

Seeing his cock never got old as (Y/N) felt her tummy jump at the same moment she saw his prick bob against his stomach. She knew that if she dared to peek up at Harry's face, she would see that lopsided smile on his face that she loved, still there was no way she was able to pull her eyes from the ruddy head that. It wasn't until Harry kneed onto the mattress, the muscles in his thighs she was now well acquainted with flexing under the multitude of ink needled into the skin, that she finally traced her gaze over his form. Crawling over the fluff of the duvet, he looked every bit of the dream she had described to him—her favorite dream.

He worked slowly, nudging her legs apart as he approached her, asking her to spread them so he could get a chance to lay between, cradled by the soft of her thighs he always fawned over. (Y/N) did so with ease, leaving the wet of her panties on full display. Harry took full advantage of the view as he vined around her, a smug smile curling his lisp as he saw the sheen that covered the inside of her thighs and the dampness that darkened her panties. Peering up at her, Harry's curls becoming a curtain around his face as the ends dragged over the bare skin of her thighs, he paused. He sat back on his heels between her thighs only to reach towards the waist of her panties and drag them down the length of her legs until the fabric joined his pants on the floor. Once she was bare, Harry dropped down and gave single kiss to the top her core, mumbling something that sounded like "so pretty" but was too muffled for (Y/N) to hear before he was back on his ascent of her body. 

(Y/N) felt him everywhere as he worked himself between her thighs, his hips fitting against hers as he stretched himself over her body. Once he was close enough, he planted his hands on either side of her head, the mattress sinking under the weight as he hovered above to keep from smushing her underneath him. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as she could reach him, pulling him down that inch he hovered over her to press her chest against his and make her heart feel more at home next to it's lover. 

Gazing up at him, his hair becoming a curtain between them and the world outside their hotel room, (Y/N) felt her heart beat hard against her ribs. She felt her features soften, eyes rounding out with her pupils undoubtedly shaping into hearts. "I love you," she whispered, keening into him with an arch to her back, pressing her chest and heart against his. 

Dropping his head to her neck, Harry reacted as if that was the filthiest thing thing she'd ever told him between the sheets, rutting his hips into hers and pressing a smeared kiss over her skin. "I love you, too, angel," he murmured, "So fucking much. Wanna show you how much. Can I?" 

Her thighs squeezed around his hips, ankles hooking around the backs of his calves in an effort to pull him in. "Please, please, daddy." 

He hushed her in gentle tones, trailing his lips from her neck to the corner of her mouth before speaking into her skin, "'S okay, angel, 'm here. Daddy'll show you, don't worry." One more short kiss was planted on the corner of her mouth before Harry drew away, reaching for the nightstand. The foil packet crinkled in his grip as he grabbed the condom (Y/N) had forgotten about.

Trapping her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) hesitated with her arms around Harry's neck before she grabbed at his wrist, stopping him. "No, wa—" 

Harry's attention was on her in a second, his gaze flicking back towards her, eyes wide. The packet was dropped on the table, his hand sinking into the mattress beside her head. "Are y'okay, love? Change your mind?" 

"No, no, it's not that," she rushed, shaking her head, "I still want you, I just..." She hesitated around her words, unsure of how to phrase this in a way that made her feel comfortable while getting her point across. Turning to look towards the nightstand, she shook her head again before looking back to Harry hovering above her. "I just don't want to use one of those right now." 

A pinch in his brows appeared at her words. "Lovebug," he started, gaze searching over her features, "I don't think I know what y'mean. 'S jus' a condom." 

"I know, I know," she said, "I-I don't want to use one tonight." 

(Y/N) could see the moment he realized what she was saying, his mouth dropping into a gape. His eyes were clear as they glazed over her features, taking stock of every highlight and contour that made up her. His breathing changed as his gaze dropped further down, following the curve of her throat and to the valley between her breasts. 

His response lagged as he tried to string together anything to say to her, not meeting her eyes until she swore there was a kind of spark swimming in his irises she'd never seen before. 

"Y'want me to go bare tonight?" 

She nodded. 

"Oh, fuck." 

(Y/N) felt her skin prickle and rush through with warmth when she felt the twitch of his cock against her thigh. He returned to the home he made in her neck, this time his breath coming in pants that fanned over her skin. His lips moved against her skin, saying something that was too muffled and quiet for her to catch. He leaned into her, the stretch of his body covering the curves of her own as he processed the information. 

"Are y'sure?" was the first coherent thing she heard when he made the reluctant journey to pull away from her. 

"Sure about not using one?" she clarified, wide eyes examining her boyfriend's reaction. He only swallowed thickly and nodded his head once, jaw ticked. (Y/N) mimicked his motion, nodding her head and peeping in quiet voice: "Y-Yeah. But, I mean, I'm on birth control now. We'd still be safe, right?" 

At the mention of her medication, his jaw jumped, arms tensing on either side of her head. "Y'took it tonight, already?" 

"Mhm. When I was getting ready for bed." 

That was when he tore his gaze from hers, distracting himself by tracing her hairline and counting the smile creases that touched her features. 

"Y'trust me to go bare with you?" 

(Y/N) swallowed, giving another nod of her head (she already dreaded the mess she was going to have to brush out later). "Some girls in one of my classes," she started, moving her hand still wrapped around his wrist to lace their fingers together, "they were talking about how they've done this with their boyfriends, and it just made me start thinking. I-I want to try it with you—I trust you, H." 

Harry practically melted at her words, leaning into her body and sinking them deeper into the tufts of bedding messed around them. He touched his forehead to hers, nose nudging hers in gentle caresses. His eyes were closed, lashes tangled together as they squeezed shut. He took in a deep, steadying breath that pushed his chest against hers. 

"God, baby, I love you." His voice was dredged in honey, deep and sticky sweet as it seeped into her pores and sunk into her veins. 

A soft smile stretched over her lips, hand in his tightening. "I love you, too, H, with all my heart," she promised, tipping her chin and pressing her smiling mouth to his in an innocent kiss. "You're okay with that? G-Going bare with me, I mean?" 

The verbiage she borrowed from him felt foreign on her tongue, but it was well worth the smile and breathy laugh that molded his features and softened the edges of his jaw. (And the brush of his cock against her thigh, but she could argue both his smile and the touch made her heart race). 

"'M sure I'll manage," he teased, sealing his mouth over hers in a real kiss.

(Y/N)'s tummy turned with butterflies at his agreement. Their kiss turned eager as she realized how close she was to being as physically devoted to him as they could get. Not a single scrap of anything was going to be between their bodies, and that knowledge was enough to make her insides squeeze and her thighs tense. 

"Now? Can we try n-now?" she stuttered against his kiss, her own smile growing when she felt his against her mouth.

The laugh that Harry let out when he pulled away was full and sweetened with the taste of their kiss. "Eager, little thing," he teased, shaking his head as he adjusted his position above her to reach a hand between their bodies. 

His fingers skimmed over the soft of her stomach while he grabbed his prick, head ruddy and leaking as he gave a cursory tug to his shaft. His breathing hitched, coming out harshly through his nose, at the first touch of the night. He moved cautiously, just as he had with their first new venture of the night, waiting for any sign of protest from her—something that would never come. 

The head of his cock grazed over her slit, nudging her clit with a shudder racing down his back. (Y/N) kept her grip on his hand tight, her own nerve-endings sitting on a livewire knowing that everything she felt from here on out was one hundred percent Harry. She hooked her thigh high over his hip, urging him down as he continued to take his time with her.

"Patience, love," he told her, "Wanna take m'time with you. Never had y'like this, and I have a feeling 'm not going to last very long after 'm inside." 

"But, daddy," she whined, rolling her hips up towards him, "I want you." 

His eyes squeezed shut as he nudged the head of his cock against her weeping hole, his tip shining with her wetness. "You're making this so hard for me, you know that?" 

"Let me help you, then," she pleaded, her desperation taking charge of her mouth and each of the pleas that were falling out of it. "Please." 

He shook his head at her, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His focus was tacked between her legs, his prick covered in her slick with the help of his stroking hand and the collection of her wetness on his tip from her hole he was just barely breaching. 

"Ready, darling?" 

"Please." 

That was the last bit of encouragement Harry needed before he thrust his hips forward. His bare head popped into her wetness, a strangled groan rumbling from his chest immediately following. His hand in hers tightened into a grip she was sure would leave her hand sore if he kept it up, as his uncovered cock sunk deeper and deeper in her pussy. 

(Y/N)'s breathing broke at the feel, every detail of his prick being absorbed by the pulsing of her walls. Her tummy tightened at the feel of him nudging through the tightness of her core. Arching into him, she held her breath, unable to concentrate on much else besides the vein she felt snaking against her walls, one she knew vined around Harry's cock but had never felt like this. 

"Oh, fuck," Harry breathed, the curse dropping from between his lips as if against his own volition. He couldn't keep his eyes away from where he was fucking into her, not until he bottomed out, hips flush against his angel's. 

He sat there for a moment, soaking in the feel of her pussy around him, lacking the barrier they were so used to. Another mumbled curse fell from his lips before rearing his hips back and sinking into her again. Harry's features were creased in pleasure from the limited view (Y/N) was granted through hooded eyes, his mouth dropped open with breaths coming out in stilted pants. The noise of his cock sinking into her soaked pussy sounded through the empty hotel room as he started up a rhythm, only interrupted by the tenor of their disjointed breathing. 

"Ha-Harry," she whined, thighs tight around his thrusting form, "O-Oh my gosh, I—" 

"Yeah, angel?" he murmured, finally ripping his gaze away from where he sunk inside her over and over, meeting her own enchanted one, "Feels good?" 

She nodded her head with frantic jerks, "Uh-huh, uh-huh. I f-feel everything." 

"Shit, baby," he cursed, ducking his head and matching his lips to hers, "Y'feel everything? All of me?" 

"Y-You're so," she swallowed, puckering her lips against his in a distracting kiss, "You're everywhere." 

Harry groaned at her admission, nodding his head as he kept kissing her, the one thing grounding (Y/N) to the moment and keeping her from floating off without him. "I wasn't lying, love," he murmured over the sound of his hips slapping against hers, "I don't think 'm going to last very long at all—not when y'feel like this." 

He emphasized his words with a slow grind of his hips, the base of his cock brushing her clit and sending a rush up her spine and clouding her head. "I-I wanna feel it, please, H." 

His pace increased at the sound of her plea, only her arm around his neck keeping (Y/N) steady as he thrusted into her. "Y'wanna feel me cum for you? Cum in you?" 

Cum in her, he had said. (Y/N)'s own breath was stolen and turned into a moan, eyes fluttering closed. There was no way to be closer than that, right? And that was all she wanted: to be close to her Harry. 

A smug smile turned Harry's features. "Y'want that, love? Want me to cum in you?"

"Uh-huh," she whined, a nod of her head accompanying the breathless mess she was becoming. 

"Fuck, okay," he cursed, his teeth gritting together as he pounded his hips into hers at an unforgiving pace, strong and lingering inside her. "I can do that for you, angel, jus' need y'to cum first, alright? Cum for me and give me what I want, then I can give you m'cum." 

"I will, I will," she promised, peeking her eyes open to catch a glimpse of her love. 

His hair, though the baby strands were stuck to the side of his face and glinted with sweat, still curtained them in curling furls. His cheeks were flushed a glowing red, lips an even deeper shade from all the kissing and the biting that they couldn't keep themselves from doing. Most of all, she couldn't get over the glazed over gaze he looked at her with. It was as if he was seeing a dream in real life as he looked at her, tracing her body and cataloguing the movement of her form as he fucked into her. He watched as her chest heaved, her bralette askew to bare her breasts around the forgotten cups, heart pounding against her ribcage in what she swore could be visible beats. 

When he looked at her like that, she could believe him when he said that she was his dream girl. Because she knew that was how she looked at him.

Using their joined hands, leaving Harry to prop himself up with his free arm beside her head, (Y/N) brought his hand between their bodies. In the shifting space at their hips, she nudged him towards her clit, asking him for the one thing she knew would have her done in seconds, especially with the help of the strokes of his cock inside her. 

"Need m'help?" Harry asked, unfurling his fingers from around hers and planting his palm across the small of her tummy, "Need me to touch you a little, too?" 

"Ple-Please, Harry." 

Harry shook his head, gently thumbing over her clit, "Don't whine, baby. 'M right here, I'll help you, don't worry." 

Overwhelmed from every bit of attention Harry was doling out, (Y/N) couldn't stop herself from speaking the sentiment that warped through her head: "I love you, I love you, I love you, Harry." 

Her affection only seemed to spur him on as the rhythm of his hips increased. The sound of her pussy sucking him in and their skin slapping together almost rivaled the thundering of her heart as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. 

"I love you, too, angel," he crooned to her, breathing broken in-between the sentiment, "Cum for me, yeah? Show me how much y'love me." 

His thumb on her clit ran circles over the pearl, her legs shaking with every rotation. She wanted to please him, wanted to cum for him just like he asked—show him how much she loved him with how hard her body came around him. Her hand on the back of his neck tightened, pulling her to him as she ached to kiss him. 

"'S okay, jus' let go for me," he crooned against her mouth before tucking her bottom lip between two. 

That seemed to be all the encouragement she needed as she came with his kiss on her lips. Her thighs became a vice around his hips, hand on the back of his neck winding through his hair in an effort to catch more of him in the moment. Her back arched, breasts pressed tightly against his tattooed chest. 

"There we go, angel, doing s-so good," he praised her, coaxing her through her orgasm as best he could while keeping a hold on his control. 

"Harry," she cried into his mouth, the sound desperate and breathless as she shook under him though he never relented. 

Harry's hips never slowed as he worked her through her spiral, thumb on her clit slowing to languid circles if only to save her from the kind of overstimulation he knew she wasn't ready for yet. Toes curling against his calves, she slowly came down with her lungs fighting for air and eyes squeezed shut. 

(Y/N) felt boneless under him as he slowed to rolls of his hips and pulled his hand from her clit. Aftershock wrecked havoc on her ravaged system with every bump of his cock against her clenching walls. 

"Y'alright, lovebug?" he crooned, voice sounding a little more tight than normal. 

She nodded her head, eyes bleary, "Uh-huh. B-But, its your turn now—I still want you." 

"'M not far behind, darling, trust me," he laughed, though he didn't sound particularly comfortable with the strain in his throat and tense of his muscles. 

"Keep going," she urged, wrapping her watery legs around his waist and drawing him deeper into her sensitive pussy again. 

The curses he seemed to be fond of for the night fell from his mouth again before he resumed his shaky rhythm. Now that her head was clear, she noticed the way he lingered as he sunk inside her, savoring the feel of her bare walls around him, before he nudged as far inside her as he could manage without splitting her open. With her hand in his hair, she plucked the strands out of his face as he rocked into her over and over, hips and pace growing shaky the longer he went on. 

"'M there, b-baby," he moaned, peeking at her through the lashes framing his kohl-lined eyes, "Ready for me?" 

"I want it, H," she keened, telling him exactly what she knew he wanted to hear, "Please." 

That was all it took before she felt a throb between her legs and a warmth she'd never experienced before flooding inside her. "'M cumming, fuck, 'm cumming, (Y/N). 'M cumming inside yo-you." 

(Y/N) felt every rope of cum that pulsed out of him coating her walls, the heat something she'd never experience before in such depth. It was as if everything was heightened, even the sound of Harry's moans of her name lingering in her ear and the tensing of his muscles while he fought to keep a shred of balance before he toppled over and laid her out under his weight. The erratic thrusts that he delivered as he came down were especially sloppy, the sound of his cum mixing with her wetness echoing through the room. 

Harry came down slowly, his breathing heavy as he hesitated to pull out. Instead, he gently settled himself down against her, the full of his body stretching over her form. He buried his face in her neck, pressing tired kisses over her skin, nose skimming after him. 

"I love you," he cooed to her, planting a kiss to the space in front of her ear, "I love you, angel. Thank you." 

Unlacing her fingers from between his, she brought it to rest behind his neck along with her other hand, pinning him to her with the help of her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breathing still came in pants as she reciprocated his sentiment, affection dripping from her tone and stamping into his tattooed skin. 

"How do y'feel?" Harry asked her, pulling back and looking at her with clear eyes that'd been missing since he pushed into her bare, "Y'alright?" 

She nodded her head, a tender smile working its way on her mouth. "I feel really good right now, yeah. W-Was it alright for you?" 

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she watched as Harry swept his gaze over her face and shook his head, the curls curtaining their bubble sweeping over her collarbones. "Y'are incredible, you know that? Jus' saw me cum harder than I ever have before, and you're wondering if it was alright for me? Incredible, little angel." 

Despite his vulgarity, (Y/N) felt a patch of butterflies crop up in her tummy and reach towards her lungs. It could only be Harry that could make her feel bashful while naked with his cock and cum soaking in her pussy. 

"I just wanted to make sure," she peeped, fluttering her lashes in shyness. 

Harry shook his head again, a lopsided smile on his mouth. "I think y'jus' like to be reminded how good y'are for me. Y'like hearing me say you're the best I've ever had." 

While she'd never tell him, that was one of her most favorite things he told her, even if it was silly. It was nice to know. 

When he didn't get a response further than her shy smile and fluttered gaze, Harry dropped his head and gave her a gentle kiss on the full of her heated cheek. "Cutie," he murmured into her skin, soft enough (Y/N) wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear. Pulling back Harry shifted his position and brushed a hand through her hair, pulling baby hairs and stray strands away from her face with loving fingers. "We've gotta get y'cleaned up, angel, okay? Then, I want to cuddle with you before y'sleep. Sound good?" 

At the mention of sleep, (Y/N) took stock of the way her muscles relaxed into the mattress, the day's events and night's excitement catching up to her. "Sounds good, H, thank you," she mumbled, fighting back a yawn. 

Another innocent peck was granted to her cheek before Harry began unwinding himself from her body, careful hands dislodging her own from around his neck and her now trembling thighs from around his hips. He hesitated to draw away, his softened cock still inside her as Harry cast one more glance between their bodies. 

He sucked in a deep breathe before taking the plunge and rearing his hips back and working himself to sit between her thighs. (Y/N) gasped when the head of his cock popped out only to be followed by the feel of wetness leaking from her hole, feeling herself clench around nothing. 

"Fuck," she heard from Harry as he sat between her thighs, gaze zeroed in between her legs. A flush began to work its way up his chest, coloring in the rosebushes tattooed on his skin, the muscles tensed as he took in the mess of his love. 

"W-What?" 

Harry shook his head, eyes never leaving where she felt the wetness spreading between her thighs, "Nothing, angel, jus'... Fuck, I can't look at you, or we're gonna have to go again." 

"Oh," she sounded, her own chest and neck heating at the sound of his words. At least she knew he liked what he saw. 

Using every bit of the control (Y/N) knew he was lacking in that moment, he shut her thighs closed, telling her to wait there for him before he disappeared to the bathroom, tripping into his boxers as he went. For that moment she was left alone, only the sound of the water running in the hotel bathroom, (Y/N) felt a smile spread over her cheeks. 

She'd done it. She got to be as close to Harry as physically possible and the evidence of it—as messy, and sticky, and cold as it was becoming—was leaking from between her thighs. Maybe he was right, she couldn't keep thinking about this unless she was ready to go again with him. 

Soon enough, Harry returned with a damp washcloth in his hand, white boxers askew on his hips in his rush to get something on. He crawled atop the bed, a steadying breath filling his lungs before he pushed her thighs open once more. 

With the stick covering the soft inside, (Y/N) felt cold now that she was exposed to the frigid air of the hotelroom. A layer of goosebumps erupted on her skin as Harry swiped the cloth over her skin, wiping away the evidence of their night together. 

"Are y'cold, love?" Harry murmured, a layer of gravel to his voice she knew he was fighting off. 

"A little, yeah," she confessed, readjusting her bralette to cover her chest before crossing her arms over her middle, her head sinking into the feathered pillows.

A soft kiss was planted onto her knee before his free hand smoothed itself over her shin, willing away the goosebumps. "Jus' a little longer, then I'll get y'dressed and snuggled up with me, 'kay?" 

"'Kay," she nodded before she remembered the mess of her hair. Gosh, she still had to brush out that mess, too.

Harry dutifully cleaned her for a minute longer before he shifted between her legs, his freehand coming to rest on the sensitive inside of her thigh, butterflying her out. "Love, I need y'to do something for me really quick. 'S gonna feel a bit weird, but 's gonna help us get y'clean." 

(Y/N) hesitated a moment before offering a cautious, "Okay." 

She heard him heave a deep breath, the exhale of which fanned over her knee before she felt his lips return and press another kiss to the skin, before he spoke lowly, "There's still a little bit of me left inside, so I need y'to try to squeeze me out, yeah?" 

Brows furrowed, (Y/N) slowly nodded her head, unsure of what exactly Harry was asking of her, but she did know it was really important to make sure she was cleaned up well since they didn't use protection. She'd done some research, and would rather not deal with the consequences of being lazy and shy about Harry's instructions. She did as asked, thighs trembling from oversensitivity as she tried to squeeze out the last bit of warmth Harry left with her. 

"Good girl, angel," he praised her through a strained voice, the damp washcloth immediately collecting whatever was left over before she settled back into the mattress, muscles too tired to keep going. Unexpectedly, (Y/N) felt stray curls brush the inside of her thighs before Harry dropped a kiss to the top of her core. She gasped in surprise to which she heard a breathy laugh sound from between her legs. "Go use the bathroom, and I'll get your pajamas ready, yeah?" 

"Okay," she peeped, craning her neck to find him already looking at her with a short smile on his lips, the idea of him dimples barely denting into his cheeks. "Thank you, H." 

Harry shook his head, brushing off her thanks before urging her to the edge of their bed with a pat to the soft of her thigh. She hurried off, feeling Harry's eyes on her back and bottom before she shut the door behind her. In the silence of the bathroom, she allowed herself a moment to decompress, doing her business before the chill of the tile on her bare feet made her shiver. It wasn't until she was in front of the sink, washing her hands afterwards, that she got a good look at herself. 

Despite the fact she kept to a strict skincare routine, none of her creams or serums could do anything to emulate the glow that radiated from her skin. She felt warm all over, comfortable in her skin; as much was evident in the lightness that brightened her gaze and rounded her features. As exhausted as could be seen in the way her eyelids drooped and her muscles were a little too willing to sag and bow under the weight of her body, she'd never seen herself look more awake. She'd never seen herself look so completed, at peace, and happy. She looked more in love than she could ever remember recalling. 

Then, she took note of her hair.

As expected, a nest had accrued through the strands and she was going to have to work her hairbrush though it if she wanted to wake up to something semi-workable in the morning. Her shoulders dropped at the idea of brushing her hair when her body already felt too boneless to keep herself upright. 

Combing her damp hands through her hair, (Y/N) exited the bathroom still bottomless to find Harry now with a pair of sweats on his legs and a distinct lack of boxers covering the v-cut of his hips. He was sat on the edge of the mattress, the mess of the bed now made into something less of a nest and more of a bed for her to crawl into when she was ready, corner folded back and everything. His eyes were clean of the eyeliner that had shadowed his waterline, a familiar blue pack of makeup wipes sitting on their nightstand with a used wipe sitting on the top of the trashcan. A stack of petal-pink clothing was settled beside him—garments she's sure he stole from where she left them in the bathroom—, only lacking a neon sign that declared it was hers. 

"Better?" he asked, his attention tacked on her face as she padded across the room. 

"Mhm," she hummed, trying her best not to feel vulnerable under his gaze considering what they'd just done, but it was hard when she felt distinctly half-naked compared to him, "Still cold." 

"C'mere, then." He spread his legs and carved a spot out for her as he grabbed for the oversized, pink crewneck of his that she'd taken to wearing to bed. 

(Y/N) smiled at him when she took her spot between his legs, feeling just at home. This was their ritual, how he always took care of her after a night between the sheets. He made sure she was clean and warm before settling into bed and whispering the sweetest things to her as she tucked her head into his chest, ensuring she was asleep before he allowed himself to drift off. (Y/N) knew exactly what he was going to ask of her once he unfolded the article of clothing that acted as her sleepwear, so she beat him to the punch by lifting her arms up before he had a chance to say anything. 

A breathy laugh sounded in the quiet of the hotel room, Harry shaking his head before tugging the crewneck over her body. He fixed the hem to sit on the mid of her thighs, covering everything important before he flipped her hair out from the neckline of the top. Next up was the pair of tiny pink panties he helped her step into, his shoulders being used to steady her as he tugged the fabric up her thighs. 

"Thank you, H," she whispered, bending down and giving him a soft kiss once he was upright. 

"Of course, angel. 'S m'job to take care of you, right?" he murmured against her kiss before drawing her in for another sweet peck. He settled his hands on her waist as he looked up at her, exhaustion layering in his gaze though there was no shortage of devotion floating alongside it. "Ready for bed, lovebug?" 

The idea of crawling into bed and into him was tempting enough it could have made her cry, but (Y/N) knew she couldn't settle until she brushed her hair out. So, she shook her head despite it all. "No, I've got to brush my hair still. I really made a mess of it tonight." 

"Oh, love," he crooned, his hands on her waist tightening, "I can do that for you if y'want? I'll be gentle." 

While a part of her didn't want to take advantage of Harry and the kindness he offered her everyday without fail, she didn't have it in her to care. "You'd do that for me?" 

A laugh was exhaled through his nose, tender smile molding his features. "Go get your brush for me, yeah?" 

"Thank you, thank you, H," she bubbled, ducking down and giving him one more kiss before padding off towards their luggage in search of her hairbrush. 

Returning with the pink paddle brush in her hand, (Y/N) climbed into the bed, positioning herself to be sitting in front of him once he followed her suit. True to his word, Harry was unbelievably cautious and gentle as he brushed out her hair, working the knots and snags out as carefully as possible. Each time he felt he tugged too hard, or worked out a tough knot, he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder in apology. 

"Angel?" he said after a moment, working the last of the snags out before poising her hair into sections to braid it.

"Hm?" she hummed, exhaustion and the feel of the gentle runs of his fingers through her hair tugging her closer and closer to the edge of sleep despite the fact she was sitting upright. 

"Thank you for trusting me tonight." 

A soft smile made its way onto her features. "H, you're just fixing my hair, its not—"

"No, no, not this, darling," he cut her off, amusement floating in his tone, "I meant about earlier. I know you're on the pill and everything, but 's still a big deal to me that you'd let me do that and take care of you." 

Her chest deflated at his admission, the air sucked out of her at his sincerity. "Oh," she sounded, her fingers coming together in a fumble in her lap, "H, I—... Of course, I trust you. Y-You're my best friend and favorite person in the world, I knew you were going to take care of me tonight, no matter what we did. I don't know what to say except that I love you." 

With her hair tangle free and her new braid secured with the hair tie he carried on his wrist, Harry pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "That's more than good enough for me. You're the love of m'life." 

This wasn't enough, (Y/N) decided then. She couldn't hear him say all these wonderful things about her and to her without getting to see his face and kiss his cheeks and hold him. She made quick work of abandoning her station climbing onto Harry's lap. He only laughed as he wrapped her in his arms, hairbrush abandoned on the nightstand, and fell back against the pillows lining the headboard.

"You're the love of my life, too, you know," she mumbled into his neck, the words smushed and muffled as she pinned herself to him with the help of her arms around his middle. 

She felt his breathing hitch against her own chest, Harry's legs tangling with her own as he splayed out underneath her. "Y'don't know how much I love hearing y'say that, (Y/N)," he whispered, the tip of his nose brushing her hairline before he pressed a kiss to her temple. 

"I mean it," she declared, snuggling closer to him as she felt him reach over her for the folded edge of the duvet he pulled back for them. 

"I know y'do, baby," he said, maneuvering them under the covers and placing (Y/N) at his side as he turned on to lay on his own to face her, a hand braced on the back of her head to keep her tucked away safely. "That's why it makes m'heart hurt so much. Makes me so happy hearing the y'love me like I love you."

(Y/N) was grateful for her hiding place in his neck as she felt a burning behind her eyes as she listened to him. What was she supposed to say to something like that? 

"H, I-I don't know what to say," she mumbled, voice watery. 

She felt his laugh before she heard it, his chest rumbling against hers with his breath fanning through her hair. "Don't have to say anything, baby. Jus' sleep, okay? I'll be right here." 

Nodding her head into his neck, (Y/N) cuddled as close to him as she could, legs tangled and ankles hooked with her arms looped around his bare chest. "I love you," she reiterated. 

"I love you too, angel. Now go to sleep, I'll be here when y'wake up." 

It was promises like that, that made it easy for her to trust him. As if her heart had any other choice.

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[gucciwins]

a missing set of keys and a mini skirt leads to lots of fun

enjoy 2k of smut I guess, yeah.....that is all (be kind to me)

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Her keys were missing. 

She always leaves them hanging up. It’s her pet peeve seeing someone lose their items simply because they didn’t put them away. She is not at all forgetful, but when Harry arrives home, she forgets all about those trivial things letting him drop his items by the door and swooping in to give her a deep kiss.

“H, have you seen my keys?” 

Harry had seen her walk around the apartment, lifting every pillow and knit knack, trying to find her keys. He sits on their couch, carelessly flipping through a women’s health magazine his mum had sent Y/N. 

“Don’t know, baby. Not hanging up?” 

She sighs, “obviously not, if I’m asking.” 

Harry giggles from his spot on the new couch they got a few months ago after they broke the old one. Y/N liked to say it was him, but really it was the both of them. Harry didn’t expect the couch's legs to give out when he had her bent over the sofa, as they both got lost in the pleasure. “Guess that means you’re staying home?” 

“You wish.” 

He pouts but continues to let her search. Harry has now set the magazine down and is staring openly at his lovely girlfriend. She’s wearing a pink vest with baby cows printed on the front that they found thrifting a few months ago. It’s one of their favorite activities to do together. They always make a day of it. That’s how Harry has been able to find his favorite pair of Gucci jeans. One’s donation is another person’s treasure. 

Y/N rolls her eyes. Since she started getting ready, Harry had told her to stay home and blow off this lunch with her friends. It had been something her friends had been looking forward to for the entire week, saying she never goes out with them anymore, which isn’t true. She goes out plenty with her friends. It is just that Harry tags along, loving being part of their girl's night. They have to admit he gives the best manicures. 

Harry watches her return to the living room, checking the windowsill and behind their succulents. His sister gifted them for their housewarming party, and has been doing wonderfully for over six months. She bends over in front of Harry as she looks around the TV and their shared switch where game night always ends in one of them complaining and getting mad, having to fuck out all the tension from the evening. It’s a weekly tradition Harry looks forward to experiencing. He sees Y/N’s skirt ride up, and he has to bite back a groan. The tight black mini skirt and fishnets are a favorite look of his. 

“Baby,” Harry groans.

“H? Help me find my keys.” She demands, ignoring his plead. 

“This skirt, you know what it does to me,” he breathes out, and he sees her freeze. She stands up slowly but doesn’t turn around to face him. 

“Harry,” her voice is calm, but Harry knows her. He knows her, how she’s feeling, and the thoughts running through her head. He knows her breathing has picked up, and she’s waiting for him to make the first move. It’s a game of predator versus prey, and Harry doesn’t intend to lose, not when she is the prize. 

Harry gets up from his seat, stepping towards her and making Y/N turn to look at him. There’s a smirk on his face when he sees her eyes darken and fill with lust. She backs away, and he lets her, wanting to see where she’ll lead him. Y/N had only taken a few steps when she is forced to stop as her back met the wall. 

He shakes his head, an unmistakable gleam of desire visible in his emerald eyes. 

“Come on, baby. Let me take care of you.” 

She lets out a deep breath and shakes her head, knowing she would head out still or she’d never make it to lunch, but Harry is looking at her like he wants to devour her, and she knows he’d follow her out and bring her right back into their apartment. There is no telling him no, not that she actually wants to. Y/N feels how damp her panties have gotten and is ready for what he will give her, but she’s not giving in so easily. 

Harry raises his and brushes her hair back, letting Y/N lean into his touch. He loves her and will do anything to remind her of that. “You just wanted me to beg. Huh, beg you to stay home so I can fuck you.”

Y/N whimpers as she sees Harry get down on his knees in front of her. He kisses her hips through the fabric of her skirt, pushing her vest up, letting his hands feel her smooth bare skin. He feels her stumble, losing her footing, putting her hands against the wall to keep herself up. 

He smirks. He’s in control now. He’s ready to have her screaming his name. 

“You wanted this,” he breathes out after another set of kisses. “This little skirt on, and you knew there was no leaving me without me fucking you. You’re a tease.” 

“Harry,” she breathes out.

“Wanted my cock, such a slut.” 

She can’t take it. She needs something, anything. “Please, H, please.”  

Harry laughs against her skin, sliding his hands to cup her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth, taking in her sweet aroma. 

“You’re such a slut for me.” He kisses her tugging at the fishnets playfully. “Where do you want my mouth, baby?” 

She sinks a hand into his hair and guides his head closer to her clothed pussy. He knows she’s dying to be touched, wanting any kind of relief, but Harry doesn’t dare move. He laughs, and her breath hitches as she feels his breath against her thighs, closer than before. A few more inches, and his mouth is exactly where she needs him. 

He clicks his tongue shaking his head, “need to hear you say it?” 

“H,” she whines. 

“Be my good girl. Know you can do it.” 

“Want—,” she moans as Harry bites her thigh, and she knows she’ll have fresh new bruises he’ll admire tomorrow. “Want your mouth on me, please.” 

Harry smirks, “I’ll give it to you. My slutty baby can’t think, huh. That’s alright. All you need to remember is my name, baby.”

“Harry,” 

“That’s right, angel. You know I like Daddy too.” 

Harry reaches up and pulls down the fish nets. As much as it pains him, he knows Y/N would not be so forgiving if he ripped another pair. After the fifth pair, he told her to stock up, but she still hated being wasteful. He pushed up her skirt, the flimsy material now scrunched at her waist, while he took in her silk red panties with a wet stain and knew she was more than ready for him. 

He kisses up her thighs until he’s right where she wants him. Harry kisses her against her panties, and he knows she loves it with the moans that fill the room. He pulls them down, done with depriving himself of seeing her sweet pussy wet for him. It’s a sight he will never get tired of, she’s glistening, and it is all for him. 

Harry leans in his mouth, licking up her lips, and the moan he gets sends him close to the edge. He places his hands on the back of her thighs, holding her tight as he lets himself have his way with her. His tongue slips out, licking up her juices, not wanting to miss a single drop. 

“Daddy,” she whimpers. 

Her moans drive him forward. He wants her to come on his tongue. Harry teases her, allowing his tongue to familiarize itself with her beautiful pussy. Y/N’s thighs are shaking, and Harry knows she loves the teasing, but she can only take so much. He presses himself closer as his mouth kisses her and his tongue slips inside her, getting her to tug at his hair as she begins to ride his race. Harry doesn’t care if he can’t breathe. All he knows is he needs to make her come. 

“Close, Daddy. Let me come.” 

Harry doesn’t answer her. If anything, her words drive him to work faster. He takes a long lick until he reaches her clit and sucks it in his mouth. He feels her knees buckle but keeps his hold form. He doesn’t stop, hearing her screaming that she is close. 

“Daddy, coming. I’m coming.” 

Harry feels her tense and, in the next second, relaxes as her orgasm washes over her. He hears her head thumb against the wall. He doesn’t move, letting her settle down. It isn't until he hears a quiet thank you that he begins to clean her up. 

Y/N whimpers feeling sensitive. She opens her legs wider giving him more access, and Harry wants to laugh because she looks fucks out but would never dare to tell him to stop. It’s a few minutes, or ten Y/N isn’t sure when she feels Harry pull away from her. 

“Fuck me,” she breathes out when Harry kisses her now bruised thighs. 

“You want my cock? Hmmm,” Harry urges her on.

“Please, Daddy,” she mewls out. 

He stands up, careful to help her set her feet on the ground, arm wrapping around her waist to keep her up while her hands land on his waist, slipping under his white tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. Harry didn’t make leaving the house easy for Y/N, knowing she loves when he shows off his arms, and she can see the contrast of tattoos on them. 

Harry leans in to give her a  deep kiss, and she moans against him as she can taste herself against his tongue. He smirks against her mouth, drawing out a whine as he pulls away. “My baby knows I’ll give it to her.  Always will.”

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me, Daddy.” She pleads. 

“Oh, my dirty girl still has manners.” Harry smiles, tugging at her bottom lip. 

She's panting, “please, please.” 

“Anything my slutty baby wants, I’ll give her,” he promises. 

Harry takes her hand, aware of her shaky legs, and guides her a few steps to their dining table, where she happily bends herself over the small table for four. Harry gives her ass a hard slap that makes Y/N yelp in surprise. 

“Dirty slut, Daddy, was going to set you on the table, but his slut wants it hard and fast.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” They both know she doesn’t mean it. 

He gives her another slap, watching her ass jiggle, and this time Y/N moans, encouraging Harry to give her one more. He doesn’t want her to be too sore, but he’ll happily rub lotion when she’s whining that her butt stings. Harry would do anything for her. 

Harry takes off his shorts in a hurry, happy that he never uses briefs at home, knowing he loved having easy access to his girl as they both were insatiable. Y/N looks beautiful, waiting patiently bent over their table, her skirt scrunched around her waist and pink vest still on her hiding her breast from view, but Harry doesn’t worry. He’ll make sure he gives them their deserved attention later in bed. 

He is thankful they had the talk and have decided to stop using condoms. He assured her they didn’t have to, but she promised she wanted it and who was he to deny anything from the love of his life. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit getting himself ready before fucking his girl.

“Harry, please. I want it.” 

He chuckles. She’s desperate for him. Harry isn’t in the mood to play dying to get himself inside her tight cunt, or he would continue to tease her. 

“I got you, baby.” 

Harry guides himself in slowly; as heated as the moment was, he wouldn’t dare hurt his girl. He groans, feeling how tight she is, feeling her squeezing him the deeper he pushes inside her (his) pussy.

“Baby,” he huffs, “need you to relax.” 

She shakes her head, “too good, love it too much.” 

Harry laughs, making Y/N moan. “You filthy girl, I’ll give it to you exactly how you want it.”

He pushes in, taking in all her moans, aware of how much pleasure this brings them. Harry leans down his back against Y/N’s and kisses up her neck as he thrusts back in. Y/N pushes her hips to meet his wanting him to go faster, but Harry wants all control because he knows what she needs. He rests his hands on her hips, holding her still over the dining table as she tries to claw her nails into the table, looking for extra support. 

“Scream for me, baby. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock in your sweet cunt.” 

She screams as his hips snap into hers, the slapping of their skin echoing in their quiet apartment apart from her moans. 

“Daddy! Love it, so good,” she sobs. “Love you.” 

Harry is so close, and he knows Y/N isn’t far behind. She has grown tighter, but it does not stop him. It pushes him to go faster and harder. He’s so overwhelmed all his senses heightened, but all he can feel and smell is her. He’s wrapped up in everything that is Y/N.

“I love you, baby. So much.” He kisses her neck, and she lets out a whimper feeling his deep grunts against her ear, “be my good slut and come.” 

“Harry!!!” Y/N throws her head back against Harry’s shoulder, letting her second orgasm go through her entire body. It’s euphoric. 

Harry groans. He thrusts into her one more time, allowing himself to fall apart and come inside her, resting his head against her neck as she falls slack against the table. Harry follows close behind. Their breathing is heavy, and soon their laughter fills the air. 

He truly enjoys every moment with Y/N, but the comedown from intense sex is his favorite because he loves the aftercare and taking care of his girl. Harry is careful to slip out. He feels his cock twitch seeing his come spill out of her. He acts quickly, reaching for a cloth sitting on top of the clean laundry they have yet to put away. Y/N hums, letting Harry take care of her. He helps her stand up slowly, hugging her close to his chest, breathing her in, taking in how much she fills him with love. He decides it’s also time for truths. 

“Your keys are in my pocket,” he breathes against her neck giving her neck a teasing bite and letting his hands rub her stomach.

“I know.” 

Harry frowns, “what?” 

She giggles, “canceled lunch as soon as I saw my keys missing.” 

He turns her around and sits her on the table. “Say that again, baby?” 

She throws her head back, laughing, her hands looping around his neck. “You know I never misplace my keys. Knew you hid them from me to stay home, and well, I know what that skirt does to you.” 

“Fuck, you cheeky minx.” 

Her laugh rings through the apartment, and Harry can’t help but join in. He’s never felt love like this and knows he never will. He knows that the ring at the back of his sock drawer will be on her finger sooner rather than later. 

//

hola amores, I wanted to give you this little gift one because I had the idea and knew you would all enjoy it and two because this is my busiest week and I might not be around all week but now I love you and appreciate you.

let me know what you thought please 😘

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[unabashegirl]

Lycan 5 (HS)

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

— all chapters of LYCAN —

Author's note: Here is a little update on my life. Mentally. I've been struggling with the death of my father and his absence in my life. In February, I'll be going into clinical rotation, and I find it very unfair that he won't get to see me achieve my goals. We've been studying cancer in class, and I always get this knot in my throat that has forced me to hide in the bathroom and cry my eyes out for the rest of the period. Surely, it has been almost FOUR years since his departure, but I miss him terribly, but my mom says it's all right and I can grieve for however long I want to.If you have lost someone in your life. I just want to say that I am very sorry and that I understand what you're going through and that you are not alone. 

Without further do. There is the chapter enjoy!

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warnings: mentions of abuse physical and mental.

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She feared her father ever since she was a little girl. He was a scary man. Everything from the tone of his voice or the way that his face would contort when he was angry. Y/N had never been able to relate to the memories that most people had of their fathers. He frightened her to the core.

He sat up straight with his back resting against the headboard of the hospital. He looked just like the day she had left. His hair was long and still looked very scruffy. She was surprised to see him, so healthy. She had expected to find him attached to all different types of machines and probably on a ventilator, but he wasn’t. He looked very healthy to her.

”Who called you” were the first words out of his mouth. She could sense the contempt in his voice. She closed the door behind her and walked toward the feet of his bed.

"Your sister” She distastefully said as she took her coat off and purse and placed them on the chair for visitors. Her aunt wasn't the best person to hear from. Y/N had begged her aunt for years to allowed her to move in with her and her family. She never cared to see her crying or frantically running around in town trying to meet the demands of her father. “Said you were dying”.

“That’s why you are here? Because I am dying?” He laughed heartlessly, “let me just safe you some time. You aren’t mentioned in my will. You’ll get nothing. Goodbye”.

“I don’t want anything” Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and took a few more steps away from him. She felt like yelling. She felt like crying. His comment had made her blood boil. She looked out the window and noticed the same woods that had scared her the night before. They suddenly didn’t seem like a bad place to escape to.  “There is not much to give either” She giggled, referring to the large amounts of money that her father had wasted away in booze.

Y/N’s father no longer worked. He had been laid off after he had been caught very drunk during office hours. When Y/N’s mom had passed away, she had left a sum of money designated only with the purpose of helping to educated their daughter. Money that her father had used to get drunk.

“What? You now think you are better than us because you studied in some big, fancy college and live outside of town?” Robert laughed, “You are still the same useless and good for nothing girl that left this town. I am surprised that you haven’t been laid off. I thought you were here for money”.

“You think I want to be here?” Y/N asked him as she looked outside, purposely standing the farthest away from her father. Just in case, he decided to run up to her.

“You think I want to have you here?” He asked back. She was used to it. Y/N was accustomed to being put down by her father. She was used to his derogatory comments and wasn’t surprised.

“You think I want to drop everything that I have built for myself just to come see you?” She spat as her eyes finally met with his. “You have managed to pushed away anyone that has ever cared for you. I am the last person that you have left, and I hate it” Y/N cried, “I just thought that you didn’t want to die alone. But I guess you do”

Y/N grabbed her coat and yanked it on without saying a single word to Robert. It was obviously a big mistake to come see him. She regretted ever getting on the bus and picking up the phone that day. She grabbed her pursed and just as she was about to turn to leave. She noticed a man standing in the woods, staring up at her. She couldn’t tell who he was or recognized him because of the distance.

“Yeah. Go! Run away! That’s the only good thing you are good at! Just make sure this time to stay away!” He yelled as she shut the door behind him.

“Goodbye” She said to Robert and left the room without turning back once. However, she always had a slight amount of hope that her father would stop her from leaving and would apologize. Y/N sat down in the waiting room. She didn’t have the heart to leave him. She wasn’t him. But even though, Y/N could tell that he was watching her, she wasn’t fearful.

Y/N could see from the corner of her eye the nurses whispering and stealing glances. She could tell that they were speaking about her.  She settled down on the most comfortable and convenient chair in the room. She pulled her laptop out and indulged herself in work. Y/N waited outside for the majority of the day, and she would also get periodically updated by the doctors

She left the hospital around five in the afternoon. Y/N was starving and even though the coffees from the cafeteria were decent, she felt like she hadn’t eaten in days. She threw her bag in the car, and waited a bit to digest her emotions before getting on the road.

“Long day?” A raspy and manly voice startled her.

“You could say that” It was Harry walking towards her with a big toothy smile. He was wearing the same outfit as in the morning, but had changed into construction boots and his clothes were now dirty, “What are you doing here?” She asked him. She crossed her arms and took a step away from him. She was intimidated by his heavy and intense stare.  Y/N found him incredibly attractive. He was definitely out of her league, yet she couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be close to him.

“The hospital is getting a new wing, and we were just looking over some constructions blueprints” He explained, he had been solving problems all day long. Harry was exhausted and couldn’t wait for the end. “How is Robert?”

“Fine” Y/N dryly responded, Harry could tell that his question had bothered her.

“Where are you heading now?”

“I was planning on having dinner with the Brown’s, but I guess it’s too early” She looked down at her phone. It was five-fifteen, which only meant that Mrs. Brown’s shift still haven’t ended.

“Wonderful. That’s means you have some time to kill. Let’s go get some coffee and a walk” He leaned off the car and started to walk towards his car.

“What?” She laughed lightly, “We don’t even know each other that well! I am not getting in a car with you!”

“But I am the mayor of the town. How bad can I be? People elected me” He pointed out with his lips slightly curved upwards as he walked back to her.

“So?” She crossed her arms, “You aren’t my mayor” Harry laughed and very intrigued where the conversation was heading.

“Ouch. That one hurt” He pressed his hand to his heart and winced dramatically. Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “Come on! I promise you won’t regret it”. He stretched out his hand out for her to take. 

She looked at him and then back to his stretched out hand. Every fiber in her, screamed to her to get back into her car. She didn't know anything about him! They had met less than twenty-four hours ago. He could be a creep. However, Y/N always played by the book. She never did anything outside of her comfort zone. 

Y/N always did what was right. 

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[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Okay my goal for 2024 is to kind of reinvent my blog!!

My first year on this blog was amazing and I was getting so much interaction and pumping fics out 24/7, but as I started taking breaks and posting less- obviously I lost a lot of traction. So I want to know from people who actually go on my blog, often or every now and then(!!) what I can do to keep your interest or get you coming back more? because my blog means sm to me but I started slacking!!

#just lmk because I really want to do more and actually care abt my blog again lol #this is rlly important to me so plz don’t vote on the last one if you aren’t going to actually do it 😭 #thank you sm for the help!!!!! #🤍 #writer #bookworm #fanficiton #fan fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #Harry styles writing #harry styles headcanon #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb

[justahappycloud]

Saturday Snippet

tagged by the lovely @faithinwalls369 🥰, here's a snippet from the last chapter I wrote for star-crossed! (bc that seems to be the only thing I can write about 😂)

“Mum?” She hums. “How did you know you were in love with Robin?” His mum's hands stop halfway through fixing her hair. She looks at Harry through the mirror. “You’re in a reflexive mood today, huh? First wanting to look through Grandma’s things, now this?” she applies colour to her lips, keeping them wide apart. “Did you sleep well last night?” “It has nothing to do with that,” he frowns. Alright, it might have something to do with it. He didn’t go to the clearing last night. Surveillance in Wyldunn would increase during the human’s visit to the island, and Harry all but begged Louis to stay home this once. Ten hours of uninterrupted sleep got him in a wistful mood, yes, but they also gave him time to think. And, well… “I’m curious,” Harry shrugs as innocently as he can. “That’s all.”

tagging @paranormalbabydoll, @alwaysxlarrie, @moonchildreads and @duquesademiel but no pressure at all!!

#snippet #writing #star-crossed #gosh i want to start posting the winter chapters ASAP #louis tomlinson #harry styles #larry #larry fanfiction #fan fiction #fanficiton #tag game

[impeoplewatching]

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[guess-how-i-stole-this-body]

Fuck it *writes a Harry styles fic*

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[spongythedollyteapartyfan-blog]

i always predicted the term fundamental christian, as a conspirathy thoery origin, always  effect xmas time

as peopel dont post  xmas  time things to  perpetuate the idea,  “well i dont associate with chritians, so i am not the effect of white population craziness 

the theory is  taught at university  college, the idea is that secret oganisations, that were part of  white  society, permiate and   generate the  conspiracy theory,  startign  with the  League of Nations, 1920 they  taught in college

but then as they   get an increase in pay, they are paid to beleive, 

like the amount of money is portection and cause and clausal approaches to beliveing a theory, that they proved wrong at university,

at university, they proove Marxism wrong, and Einstens and Freud wrong,, how  one proves Marx wrong is to  say all marxists are terriorists

all Einsteinn Scientists are terrorists in thier  dark days of  chemistry and physics labs,  doing math problems,  20 hours a day to show  the effect of learnt behaviour,

Freud, is the  beleif that all things have a  code 32

so all people who  didint  write  fanficiton,  believed in the one  message in all non sexualised topics, then in tiumblr we learnt o  sexualise  everything to the  poitn were its  desexualised  because, its here all the time, it loses its sexxy appeal over time

things like sexy ed sherren and sexy liam gallager, and  Harry Styles

George  Clooney,  Brad Pitt, ,, Matt damon

so a code 32 is like, a conspiracy theory, that, th emore one  belived it, oh  i forgott  yumny Justin  Beiber, 

the more  we  belive,  the  sexier  Brad pitt becomes santa clause conign  down all our chinmnyes up and  down, 

hot

[kissme-hs]

Hi! Would you write something smutty-ish where the reader took ~sexy~ Polaroids of herself and snuck them into Harry’s luggage before he leaves for something?

I wish you all a very happy Christmas my loves! Hope y’all were good this year ;)

~

The long 8 hour flight from UK to America never seemed exhausting enough to harry after getting used to the traveling of even more hours. Plopping down on the matress of the soft bedroom of his L.A apartment, Harry rubbed his face sighing deeply.

Who would want to spend Christmas away from their loved ones?

But the direction of his new movie requested everyone to follow up with the schedule as they were already quite behind due to COVID and had a tons of catching up to do. Of course respecting Olivia’s res quest and obliging—doing his job, he flew back to America after his little getaway to UK–to you.

Get off the comfort of the bed he puts his brown, worn up leather bag up on the bed to unpack his clothes neatly and put them away in his wardrobe. His slender fingers pulls down the metal chain, as he opens up the bag the first thing his eyes lands on are a bunch of Polaroid you managed to sneak in before he left.

And not just Polaroids, but racy ones. The ones that could make any man get red and aroused, too bad though, as if harry would let anyone else see what’s his, and only his.

He bits his lips and takes a seat beside the bag. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth whilst his eyes hungrily look at the picture. Your supple breasts pressed together made his mouth turn, and the tenderness that dripped of your skin was luring him to touch his growing member.

The black sheer–Lacy lingerie gave him the perfect view of your nipples which he just wanted to suckle on and twist around with his tongue, nipping lightly.

His hand sliding down the material of his blue thrifted denim as he grabbed his phone. Mind full of lust and need wastes no time signaling him to put his hands inside his boxers and palm himself. His thumb swiping over the sensitive tip of his hard shaft, thinking of your wet tongue licking it clean.

His fingers types in the rushing words that’re bubbling up inside him with his conscious wandering over the thought of your naked view.

“Played a dirty game there doll, Santa won’t like it. Sending you tickets to L.A so I can punish you for being a naughty girl xxx”

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[heyyyharry]

Do You Know?

(from the Flatmate Series)

...in which Harry’s sister comes to visit, but she’s not the only surprise.

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Most people would call Harry cold and vain, and maybe to some, that was completely true. His parents got divorced when he was seven, and he'd seen his mother cry too many times to still believe in romance. It was fun and games until one person left and the other suffered the aftermath of what had been 'forever'. So he had always told himself that, the only people he was allowed to love, was his mother, his sister, and himself, the rest of the world didn't matter.

Ever since he moved to London, he'd missed his family a lot. His sister, Gemma, was a travel photographer, but he could never get used to not seeing her around, and had to text and call her every day. Last night on the phone, Gemma had told him she was in Japan and they'd had a two-hour conversation about sushi and her learning Japanese. That was why he didn't expect her to show up at his door the next morning.

"You could've called me to pick you up at the airport," Harry said, beaming as he held the door open for his sister walk in.

"I wanted to surprise you. That's the best part!"

Gemma strutted around the living room and seated herself down on the sofa, scanning her eyes around the place. She knew about her brother living with a girl, but she had never met her yet, and to be honest, she was dying to. Harry had been talking about his flatmate nonstop lately. Sometimes he even ended the call early just to go watch a movie with Y/N. It was always "Y/N this", "Y/N that". Something seemed suspicious, and Gemma was here to find out.

"Why are you staying in a hotel when you can just stay here with us?" Harry brought his sister a glass of water and sat down next to her. "I'll sleep on the couch, and I'm sure Y/N won't mind either. She's very nice. I cannot wait for you to meet her."

"Where's she?"

"At the library, but she'll be home soon."

"Does she even know about me?"

"Of course she does," Harry answered with a smile. "I told her about you and mum all the time."

Gemma was a bit shocked to hear this. Her brother had never been the kind of person to talk about his personal life with just anyone. And that subconscious smile on his face when he mentioned Y/N didn't go unnoticed. Gemma wasn't only his sister, but also his best friend. She knew him even better than he did. Harry didn't like to show his true emotions, but whenever he felt so passionate about something, he couldn't hide it at all. This something, in this case, was someone.

"She seems special to you," the older sibling spoke after taking a sip of water, and Harry immediately responded with a warning glare.

"Don't even try."

"Try what?" She batted her eyelashes innocently at him.

"Your whole shipping game, Gem. You want me to say I have feelings for Y/N. It's not gonna happen."

Gemma raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Well, do you?"

"I don't," Harry straight off denied but his short hesitation gave himself away. Still, Gemma said nothing. He was already on the edge of his seat after seeing her cheeky grin.

"Gem, just please don't try to embarrass when Y/N comes home. I still have to live with her," he finally begged, looking almost miserable which Gemma found oddly hilarious.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." She giggled, locking her lips with an invisible key and tossing it over her shoulder. That was when Y/N's voice caused them both to turn to the door.

"Harry! I'm home!"

It nearly caused the boy to throw himself off the sofa. Ignoring his sister laughing at him, he got to his feet, just in time his flatmate walked in. The smile on her face dropped once she saw their unexpected guest, and Gemma quickly stood up and approached her with a friendly smile. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Gemma!"

It was only now that the younger girl finally recognized her flatmate's sister from a few tagged photos on Harry's Instagram, the latest one being at Gemma's graduation. The surprised look on Y/N's face instantly turned into a wide grin as she happily introduced herself.

"I've heard so much about you," said Y/N as she turned to look at Harry, who had been unusually quiet. "And your brother had a lot to say about my grilled cheese sandwiches. He said yours were much better."

"Well, I am the queen of grilled cheese sandwiches."

Harry immediately nodded. "Now Gem is here, I don't need you anymore."

Y/N gave his shoulder a playful nudge as she chuckled, and the enormous beam on his face afterward had revealed everything he'd been so desperate to hide. His mother and sister weren't the only people he loved after all.

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It took a lot of convincing for Gemma to agree to stay with them, so the couch was now Harry's temporary bed. He didn't mind though. He'd feared that his sister and flatmate wouldn't get along, but to his surprise, they really enjoyed each other's company. So he'd hoped to spend a lot of time with both of them during Gemma's stay. But now, here he was, watching a horror movie in his living room with Niall, while the girls were going shopping together. So much for inclusiveness.

"Why didn't you tell me your hot sister came to visit?!"

Harry instantly shot Niall a glare for making that inappropriate comment. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call my sister and mum hot?"

"But they are." Niall burst out laughing, patting his best friend on the leg. "So now she's like Y/N's best friend?"

"Apparently." Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. "She's only here for a week before flying to New York and she's spent her last four days with Y/N."

Though Harry liked the idea of his two favorite girls getting to know each other, he was also afraid because Gemma already knew too much. If Y/N got wind of anything she wasn't supposed to, he would have to change his name and move to another country. Well, maybe not that bad. But he might.

When the movie finally came to the rolling credits, Y/N and Gemma arrived home, carrying a bunch of shopping bags on their arms as they walked in.

"Can't believe you're turning Y/N into a shopaholic like you," Harry said as his flatmate struggled to bring her haul inside, his sister was following right after.

"She needs a break. Living with you is hard, you know."

Niall burst out laughing at Gemma's joke. But it was only then that she noticed him. "Oh, hey Niall, didn't see you there."

The boy's smile slipped as he watched her go to Harry's room, and this time, it was Harry who dissolved into laughter.

"Told ya you're invisible to her," he teased Niall, receiving a middle finger as a response.

Their laughter quickly died down, when Harry's phone buzzed and a new text from Gemma popped up on the screen, leaving him perplexed. Why did she need to text him when they were in the same flat?

"Gemma! Are you seriously texting me from my room?!" He shouted. But there was no reply, so he had to unlock the screen and read the message.

⌲ Gem: I'm sorry :'(

Now he was even more confused. He didn't know for sure what she was sorry for, yet he had a feeling it had something to do with his crush for Y/N. If she had said something while they were at the mall—Shit! That should've been his first guess when Y/N stepped in and didn't say a word to him.

Ignoring Niall, Harry flew out of the sofa and rushed to Y/N's room. He barged right in without knocking and immediately froze at the door at the sight of her getting dressed. Quickly, he covered his eyes, constantly mumbling "holy shit" and "I'm sorry" as if once wasn't sincere enough. He couldn't see her reaction at the moment, but she was chuckling instead of screaming at him to get out.

His flatmate was standing in front of her full-length mirror with her back turned to him. She was struggling with the zipper so only her bare back was showing, his reaction was therefore unnecessary. Still, he couldn't help it, blood was rushing all to his face.

"Harry, don't just stand there. I need help."

"Are you sure?" Harry peeked through the gap between his fingers, making Y/N laugh even harder.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Hurry."

The boy swallowed hard. Slowly, he approached her and reached for the zipper with his trembling hands. Even he couldn't explain why he was reacting this way, as if he'd never seen a girl's bare back before. Maybe it wasn't just because she was a girl. She was Y/N, the girl he loved.

All he wanted was to trace his fingertips across her skin as it looked so soft. But he knew he couldn't touch her. She wasn't his, nor she would ever be. Despite what he'd always told himself about loving someone else other than his family, he couldn't help but get flustered whenever she was around. He was weak, and for the first time in his life, the feeling of weakness was actually comforting.

"Done..." He released a heavy breath and looked up to meet her eyes in the mirror. When she gave him a smile, he immediately forgot why he'd come in here in the first place. On the spur of the moment, he blurted out, "you look so pretty", and only after did he realize he'd said his thought aloud. Now both of them were blushing.

"Thanks," Y/N muttered shyly. "Gemma helped me pick out this dress. It's gorgeous, isn't it?"

Y/N could never take a compliment properly, she would direct it at someone or something else other than herself. He loved her humbleness, but he wished she would realize how amazing she was, and saw herself from his eyes. The beam on his face only grew bigger as he watched her doing a quick twirl in her new dress. Wasn't she the prettiest girl he'd ever seen?

"I thought it'd be too tacky to wear this on the first date but..."

That sentence pulled Harry's right out of his own head as every single fantasy of his was shattered right before his eyes.

"F-First date?" He struggled to repeat those words. If only Y/N could hear the sound of his heart cracking piece by piece right now.

She turned around to face him. "Yes," she mumbled. As soft as that word sounded coming from her lips, it was heavy enough to crush his meat and bones. "I met a friend of Gemma's today and we got on really well, at the end he asked to take me out to a movie and then dinner tomorrow night."

"That's..." Harry's brain did not function as he stuttered, trying to find a word and ended up saying "...wonderful..."

Definitely not, not at all, his inner voice grumbled. Putting on the fakest smile, he hoped she didn't notice. He should've seen this coming though, her finally meeting new people and going on dates and eventually becoming someone else's. His worst nightmare had officially come true.

"Really?" Y/N seemed uncertain. "You think I should go?"

Harry before falling in love with his flatmate would say no in an instant and wouldn't care about how she felt, but Harry now was a completely different person. Despite knowing what he said next would hurt him so badly, he still had to say it.

"Yes, you should definitely go."

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"You set the girl I like on a date with another guy?! Are you even my sister?" Harry knew he shouldn't raise his voice, but he was too upset to realize that he was. Fortunately, Y/N had gone to the library or else she would've heard their entire conversation about her.

Gemma stood with her back against the fridge, her face contorted as she explained, "I swear it was not intentional. You see, I was with Y/N when I ran into Peter at a bookstore..."

"Bookstore." He scoffed. "How romantic!"

"Lemme finish!" She smacked him on the arm so he would stop pacing back and forth and pay attention to her. "Okay, so we ran into him at a bookstore. He was my friend from uni. The three of us had a long conversation and went for a walk. Y/N and Peter got on so well that there was nothing I could do to separate them! Then when we said goodbye, he asked for her number and she gave it to him. I didn't encourage her to go out with him or anything, I would never do that to you, I swear!"

Harry put both hands on his hips, furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you think they really like each other?"

"It seemed so..." Gemma heaved a sigh.

Nodding his head, Harry said nothing more and walked out in silence.

He didn't know how to deal with this situation, sure he had been jealous in the past but this was different. It was the uncomfortable feeling of knowing you would lose someone forever and there was nothing you could do to change it, like an itch you couldn't scratch, a sickness without a cure. For the second time in his life, Harry felt like he'd lost control of his own emotions. Only Y/N could make him feel like this. The first was when he fell in love with her, now it was when he was about to lose her.

He sat on the couch, watching Y/N run around their flat to look for her other earring, so eager to go on this date with a guy he hadn't even met, and it broke him in every possible way. People said, "if you really love someone, you should be happy for them, even if their happiness doesn't include you." So did that mean he didn't love her? It couldn't be right, because he knew he did, a lot. But he wasn't happy thinking about her being happy with someone else. Maybe that saying was bullshit after all. How could someone be happy when they couldn't be with the one they loved?

"Do I look good?" Y/N asked as she stood in front of Harry and Gemma with both hands on her hips while beaming like a high school girl on her first date. Harry's eyes were on the floor, he couldn't even look at her right now.

"You look amazing! Tell her, Harry!" Gemma exclaimed as she gave him a nudge.

Harry looked up with a forceful smile. "You look amazing," he said in a monotone.

"Okay, I'm going to pretend you mean that." Y/N snorted. She was only joking but her easy words left him bruised. She then told them not to wait up because she would probably come back late. From the way she hurried to the door, Harry feared that he would receive even worse news when she returned, and he wasn't ready for that.

After Y/N had left, Gemma went to the grocery store, leaving Harry home alone. So he ended up calling Niall over again. He wasn't in the mood to hang out with anyone, but he reckoned it would be better than spending time alone. At least his best friend would distract him from thinking about Y/N.

"Mate, it's not the first time she's gone out with another guy!"

Apparently, he had concluded too soon.

"Yeah and that night she didn't come home. She slept with that asshole." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, tossing his head back as he stared at the white ceiling.

"Right..." Niall pressed his lips together, thinking for a second. "But then she never sees him again."

"Because he was a dick to her, a cheating scumbag. This one's Gemma's friend. You do the math."

"Jeez, I hate math." Niall laughed and said something else which was muffled to Harry. The green-eyes boy could barely focus on anything else other than how his living room was spinning. Suddenly, he felt shivers surged down his spine, which he'd assumed was only his imagination. However, now that he was heavily sweating, he knew it was physical. He kept his head down with fingers in his hair, trying to breathe while his lungs felt like they were closing in.

"H, are you alright?" Niall reached out to touch Harry's forehead. "Hey, mate, you're burning up right now. I think you're sick."

Harry could only reply with a groan.

"Do you want me to call Gemma or Y/N?"

"Call Gem..." He murmured before collapsing on the couch, and Niall wasted no time to go get his phone.

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Y/N came back after her date to find Niall and Gemma sitting in the living room with no sight of her flatmate. The atmosphere was awful desolating, so she assumed something must have gone wrong. Before she could open her mouth to ask, Niall was quick to fill her in on what had happened.

"Harry's been worried sick about you," he said with a cheeky smile and Gemma smack him right on the arm for making that joke.

"He's in his room. He has a fever." She released a sigh, smiling faintly. "How was your date?"

"It was great," Y/N said but the worry on her face spoke otherwise. "I'm gonna go check on Harry."

Y/N didn't wait for them to say anything and just headed straight to Harry's room. Had he called her, she would've dropped everything and come back. But she couldn't be mad at him now. She was the one going out and having fun while he was sick.

Slowly, she pushed his door open to peek inside. Her flatmate was lying on the right side of his bed with his back facing her. He didn't move at all so she assumed he was asleep. Carefully, she shut the door and came to sit down on the mattress. She said his name in a whisper. There was no response, so she reached out to touch his arm. But right before Y/N could withdraw her hand, Harry grabbed it fast and turned to finally look at her.

"Did I wake you?" She pressed her lips into a gentle smile as he did the same.

"Wasn't sleeping," he said. Exhaustion was heavy in the sound of his voice. "How was your date?"

"It was...okay. Why didn't you call? I feel so bad for not being here for you."

Harry gently caressed the skin at the back of her hand with his thumb. A genuine smile displayed on his lips as he muttered, "I didn't want to ruin your night." She might not know this, but seeing her was the best medicine he could ever find.

"You wouldn't have ruined anything, stupid." She chuckled lightly, sucking in her bottom lip when he batted his eyelashes at her. He was struggling to keep his bloodshot eyes open to hold her gaze, and now her heart was pounding with anticipation. She couldn't guess what he was about to say next.

After a moment, he broke the silence between them. "Will there be a second date?"

"Peter was...really nice." She exhaled. "Tonight was better than I'd imagined."

"So I guess that's a yes for a second date?" He questioned with a disheartened smile.

"No," she said, to his surprise. "I turned him down."

His mouth fell open, and it took him a second to utter, "why? Didn't you say—"

"Because I have feelings for someone else."

Harry's entire body stiffened as he held his breath. He was speechless, so Y/N must continue. She knew if she kept on holding back, she would never have another chance to tell him the truth. "When I found out I was falling for this person, I was surprised, then I was scared. He's not the kind of guy that would like me back. I tried to stop it, but the more I tried, the harder I fell for him. So I expected this date to make me forget about him all at once because Peter was such an amazing guy. But when he asked for a second date, I hesitated and ended up saying no."

She paused to shake her head. Harry was still listening and hoping she couldn't hear how loud his heart was beating.

"You know," she began again. "I...um...sometimes I ask myself these questions. 'Does he know how I feel about him? Does he know how important he is to me? Does he know how I want him to look at me in a way that's different from how he looks at the other girls?', but I'm afraid to ask him, because once the words are finally said, you can't take them back...and...and I don't want to lose him as a friend."

When Y/N finished, they allowed the silence to sink back in. They had never held a stare for so long that it seemed like they were communicating through looks now. But unfortunately, they couldn't read each other's mind.

Harry knew who the 'he' in her story was, he wasn't a fool, and things would be much easier if he could just said 'yes, I love you, too'. It should be as easy as that, but it wasn't. He couldn't say it, not because he didn't love her enough, but because he believed he might change his heart one day, and then end up breaking hers. Though he wanted nothing more than to make her happy, it was himself that he couldn't trust.

"I think he does. I think he knows," he finally replied with a straight face.

Y/N looked at Harry silently for only two seconds, but to him, it almost seemed like an eternity.

"Then why doesn't he say anything?"

For this question, Harry remained quiet. And that was the answer Y/N needed to finally withdraw her hand from his. When she stood up, he almost begged her to stay, still his mouth stayed shut as he faced the bitter reality and accepted his failure.

"Goodnight, Harry. Get well soon." Just like that, she leaned down and laid a kiss on his burning forehead.

Watching her walk out, Harry's heart began to shrink until the inside of his chest felt hollow. And so he wondered to himself if that kiss was the last one he received from her, before she completely gave up on him.

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[harryimaginedstories]

on your side

genre: au (while I don’t like the term ‘au-fic’ at all imagine the two characters are in college together and in their early twenties.) angst and some fluff as well.

about 5k words

it’s entirely different than anything I have ever published and I really love it. please let me know what you think and stay safe during these wild and often scary times. 

read more here: my stories

photo: taken from instagram, previously taken by somebody from the movie AWC, which also inspired me (kinda) to even write this.

They started arguing pretty much the second the car door fell shut behind them and even ten traffic lights, countless of turns and getting honked at twice, didn’t stop their heated exchange of words. Harry’s hands held on to the seat tightly, an attempt not to touch her thigh like he normally would, while hers curled around the steering wheel until the white of her knuckles showed. It wasn’t uncommon for them to fight. They had never been one of those couples who didn’t call each other out on their bullshit or who tried hide anger when there was reason to feel it. However, this was the first time that they weren’t on their way home, where their argument could be settled in private. Instead, Harry and Y/N, both infuriated with each other, were on their way to a party. With one generous rotation of the wheel, Y/N parked Harry’s black car in the last free niche on the street of the frat house. The vehicle gave an unpleasant sound and Harry closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. Before he got the chance to complain, Y/N swung open the door, stepped out and threw it shut hard enough to know it would set him off. 

“Jesus fuck!” Harry shouted, opening the passenger door and stepping out, too. 

She waited long enough to press ‘lock’ on the keys once he was out, then she walked away. With quick strides he caught up with her, and had he not been as angry as could be he would have probably felt hurt at her for not waiting up like she would have any other day.  Walking next to her he turned to look at her profile, trying to catch her eyes, but she refused. 

“Would you mind not taking your crazy out on my fucking car?”

“Oh, so you do care about that then. Good to know,” she snapped back. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Y/N halted and so did he. They were standing on the pavement, one house away from where there could already be heard the dull sound of music blaring and a good meter of distance between them.  Any other night they would be standing there, too. Only not to deliver a few more blows before pretending to be alright while their friends were around. On any other night, Harry would have taken advantage of the warm weather, by letting his hands roam across Y/N’s bare arms. She would have given him a kiss or two and made him a laugh at least as much. He would have reminded her for the fifth time (at least) that she looked beautiful. There wouldn’t be any distance between them, let alone one entire meter.

“There is one thing I’ve been hearing clearly through all of the bullshit you’ve said today,” Y/N hissed, her lips barely moving and her hands curling into tight fists by her side, “which is that you don’t give a fuck about me.”

“Oh my god.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his head falling back before snapping forward quickly, “You’re being such a lunatic!”

Wind picked up some of her hair and pushed the loose strands into her eyes, breaking the angry stare she’d held with him and for a moment, Harry could have sworn she appeared to be younger. Then she brushed the hair off with shaky hands and back she was, angry and exhausted. 

“You’re a dick!” Y/N squealed, 

“Well, clearly we could go on,” he snapped and rolled his eyes, “but our fucking friends are waiting for us so do you think you can manage to avoid me for the next few hours so we can at least settle this at home?” 

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her cleavage which he had tried not to stare ever since she’d put on the blue dress. That damn dress. Focusing on it now it only irked him further. She knew how much he loved it when she wore this particular piece of clothing. It had spent the night on the floor of his bedroom or over the back of a chair often enough. He was certain she’d put it on specifically to spite him. 

“Fine, let’s go. But since you’re unhappy with my parking,” Y/N stepped forward and reached up, pressing the hard metal of Harry’s car keys into his chest, “you get to be the designated driver tonight.” 

Her fist lingered on the fabric of his black T-shirt. Feeling her touch him momentarily paused his thoughts. All anger was forgotten, as if the wind had picked it up, too, and carried it far away. Harry whimpered and her lips parted, their eyes connecting without any trace of hurt in them. Then his hand found hers and she dropped the set of keys into his palm, snapping them both out of their brief moment of peace. 

“I don’t want to see you right now,” Y/N stuttered, blinking rapidly until her eyes turned darker again.

“Don’t come look for me later when you’re drunk and feeling sorry,” Harry replied, before he stepped around her and walked towards the frat building.

Y/N lost sight of him the second he stepped inside. Despite still feeling angry with him, she couldn’t stop herself from briefly wishing he wouldn’t have left her alone. She didn’t like being left alone at a party. Neither did he, for the matter, but she refused to feel guilty for sending him away. Y/N drew a shaky breath and stepped inside, instantly greeted by the smell of alcohol, smoke and pot. A big banner had been hung from one side of the hall to the other, wishing everybody a cheerful start to the new semester. Underneath mingled numerous students, all of which held drinks in their hands. Already Y/N recognized a few of them from some of her classes, she didn’t feel like talking to them however. To her luck she spotted a few friends of her in the first room she entered and was quickly greeted with hugs and kisses to her cheek. 

Dena, a girl Y/N had grown close with through sharing an equal distain for their econ teacher, pressed a drink into her hand and smiled. “You look like you need at least two of these.”

Y/N smiled sadly. “That obvious, huh?”

“Well, you didn’t cheer in delight upon seeing us like you should have so,” said Clara, another friend Y/N had made whilst talking badly about her teacher.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry.” 

Dena nudged her. “Also, your boyfriend stormed past us earlier so we expected something was up.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Clara asked.

Y/N shook her head and took a long sip from her drink. It tasted of a mixture of beer and vodka, which on any other day she would have refused to drink. “I really don’t.”

“Great. Then let’s just cheer to us.”

The two girls raised their own cups and waited expectantly for Y/N to do the same. Dena grinned at her and cleared her throat. 

“To us, the coming semester, which we will fucking ace. And-” she paused, looking at Y/N, “to knowing when to kick your boyfriend’s ass. Cheers!”

“Cheers.”

Harry stood by the unlit fire pit in the lounge area, where the chairs had been pushed aside to create a dance floor. A scowl was deeply etched onto his face and he had yet to smile genuinely. He blamed the alcohol he wasn’t allowed to consume for how poorly he was feeling, but he knew even if he had drowned his veins in liquor, it wouldn’t be until he’d feel her touch him that he would be in a better mood. He stood back watching with a few of his mates, who were all except one, very drunk, as some freshmen clumsily turned the dinner table into a bear pong station. Matt, the only sober one left, had tried to get him to talk about why his mood was so sour three times already, receiving no answer each time. Harry rolled his eyes upon feeling him nudge his shoulder again.

“Where’s your girl?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know.”

He’d been cursing her short height since turning around and looking for her in the crowded hallway thirty minutes ago. She’d slipped past him without him noticing, and while he was too proud to go look for her properly, it annoyed him that he wasn’t able to casually spot her whenever he scanned one of the many rooms that had been turned into a club. He especially didn’t like it since he knew that she was drinking. Blindly he felt for his phone in his pocket, ensuring for the tenth time that its volume was turned up. Should she call him, he wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t miss it.

“Didn’t she come with you?” Matt pressed on, either oblivious to Harry’s annoyance or simply indifferent to it.

“Doesn’t mean she can’t wander off on her own, does it?” Harry replied, his voice rough. 

He’d never really liked Matt. Actually, he’d liked him a lot once. They’d even considered becoming roommates in their second year. He’d liked him, up until he’d gotten together with Y/N and noticed the gleam in Matt’s eyes the first time he’d introduced her to him. Their friendship dissolved fast after.

“I’m sure she can. She’s always been good at enjoying parties, hasn’t she?”

Harry didn’t reply. Once more his eyes scanned the room frantically, detecting every single face in hopes of recognizing the eyes to the one he loved.

“Dude!” Eric, a tall and broad looking bloke who’d just become team captain to the football team, stumbled into Harry’s side, knocking him back. 

“Sorry! Shit,” Eric laughed, doubling over, revealing that he was clearly drunker than he should have been, “I’m sorry, mate. Wow, I need to lay off a little.”

“No kidding,” Harry replied, but smiled when Eric slung a heavy arm around his shoulders. The unmistakable smell of alcohol fanned over his face as Eric talked, and his nose scrunched up. 

“You’ve been wearing a look as depressing as Matt’s sex life-”

“Hey, fuck you, Eric!” Matt snapped, unamused.

“-and I intend to fix that. C’mon.”

Harry didn’t fight it as the taller guy dragged him away, out of the lounge and into another room further down the hall. He certainly didn’t mind getting away form Matt. Regardless of them having been friends once, Matt was the last person he wanted to be around when he was having a rough time with Y/N. The smoke was thicker in this room and the music a little quieter. There were less people dancing and more sitting around on the couches and chairs. A few stood by the wall in small groups and some, the ones Eric was walking towards, were standing opposite a dart board. They cheered upon seeing the two guys approach, making more noise than anybody else in the room.

“You’re on my team and you’re gonna help me win, yeah? M’taking advantage of you being sober as a stone. Your aim is probably better than any of theirs.”

Harry laughed and nodded, accepting to be involved. “I’ll try my best.”

The first dart arrow was thrust into his hand by a guy named Kyle who appeared to be on the same team. Half an hour later and Eric was grinning from ear to ear, writing their leading score numbers onto a makeshift writing board that was really just the coffee table. Something the guys living in this house would be happy to find in the morning.  Y/N watched him. Despite being intoxicated, or perhaps because of how intoxicated she was, she noticed every muscle of his back move each time he raised his arm. Her heart fluttered whenever he laughed and she felt a heat grow at the pit of her stomach whenever he leaned his head to the side, revealing the back of his neck to her. And above his neck was his ear, which hid a spot right under his hairline where he liked to be kissed. Y/N’s lips parted at the thought and her toes curled.  He hadn’t noticed her when entering the room. She didn’t blame him though, since she’d successfully hid herself behind Dena and Eric’s big body also worked wonderfully as a shield. Despite anything she’d said before the party, she was immensely relieved to see him. The vodka-beer mixture which she’d learned had been invented by Clara, was disgusting but also got her drunk faster than she had expected. Or intended. Another round of cheers erupted as Harry scored another point for his team. 

“Not fair. You won’t give them as much as a chance to win.” 

A chill rushed down Harry’s back at the sound of the honey sweet female voice behind him, and Y/N, too, froze in place. Slender fingers touched Harry’s arm, caressing the skin despite being less than welcome to. Upon turning around he was met with Silja, who’s face wore a smile equally sweet as her sly voice. Though standing by the opposite wall, Y/N swore she could hear Silja as if she were standing next to her. She would always be able to detect her voice, especially if the words she spoke were directed to Harry. 

Dena followed her friend’s gaze and raised her brows. “Haven’t seen her in a while. I thought she dropped out.”

“Would have been too nice,” Y/N growled. 

She’d never actually talked to Silja herself and she surely didn’t intend to. Before getting together with him, Y/N had been mostly oblivious to who was genuinely interested in him and who she imagining to be. Only with Silja there had never been any doubt. Even before Harry had become hers, she’d felt a bitter taste collect in the middle of her tongue whenever the pretty brunette girl tried to talk to him. Once her claim on him had become justified, she disliked Silja and her upfront behaviour all the more.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to worry about her, right?” Dena said quietly, reading Y/N’s expression, “Harry has rejected her what, three times already? Even before he was with you. He’s not interested in her.”

“I know. I’m not worried about that,” Y/N said quickly, stepping around Dena to get a better look at her boyfriend and the girl that had yet to remove her hand from his arm, “I trust him.”

“Doesn’t make her less of a bitch,” Clara grumbled, also staring at them intently. 

The three girls watched Harry turn to look at Silja. He gave her a tight lip smile before he stepped away to make room for the next player, conveniently shrugging off her hand in process. To their dismay, Silja followed him.

“I haven’t seen you this summer,” she complained in an uncomfortably high voice, that was laced with feigned displeasure, “Where were you hiding?” 

Harry sighed, wishing Y/N would find him already, and rested his back against the wall. The last thing he needed for this party to become worse were the advances of the woman standing before him. “I wasn’t.”

Their summer had been great. They spent it looking for a flat to move into together. One weekend they’d taken the train out to the ocean and spent two days in a pretty bed and breakfast, where nothing distracted them from each other and everything, even their sheets, held the faint smell of sea salt. He wasn’t about to tell any of that to Silja though. 

The girl pouted, smudging her lilac lipstick at the corners. “Didn’t you miss me at all? Not even a little bit?” 

“No.”

She smiled. Her neck moved to the side as her eyes mustering him. “You and your attitude. I really missed that.”

Harry let his head fall back and for a moment Y/N forgot to eye the girl hitting on her boyfriend and instead stared at his throat. She longed to kiss him there, too. The darkened expression taking over his relaxed face quickly brought her attention back. Thinking about kissing him had made her miss the words Silja had said to upset him. 

“You’re wasting your time missing me.”

At last, Silja’s smile dropped. “You’re still with her, then?”

“Yep,” he replied shortly. 

 “Fine,” Silja pushed the long brown locks off her shoulder and crossed her arms, “maybe if she fucked you right you wouldn’t be such an asshole all the time.” 

“Fuck off, Silja,” Harry snapped, pushing himself off the wall to instantly tower over her.

“Harry! Your turn again, mate.”

Without giving her as much as a second look, Harry turned away and followed Eric’s call. Dena’s hand rested on Y/N’s shoulder, squeezing her gently whilst smiling at her. Y/N exhaled loudly and relaxed. She didn’t doubt Harry’s capability of getting rid of Silja. She’d also truly meant it when she’d said that she trusted him. But after their argument she wasn’t so sure that he didn’t want to receive some affection tonight, be it from anybody. While she would have hated it, simply entertaining Silja’s flirting wouldn’t have been cheating. A warm feeling overtook any worry left in her body upon watching him turn Silja away. He didn’t bother look at her again but walked back to his friends to resume the game, treating her like she wasn’t even there. He didn’t even give Silja the satisfaction of remaining angered by her words. Giving up her attempts, Silja walked away and left the room quickly, her cheeks slightly rosy in embarrassment. 

“Remind me to kiss him later for that,” Y/N said, her voice holding more love for him than she would usually let on whilst angry. 

Clara laughed. “So you’re not mad at him anymore.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me that I was or I might still be.”

“What were you two fighting about anyway?” Dena asked. 

Y/N took another long sip from her drink, before remembering that she’d wanted to not drink any more for the night. Oh well. 

“He didn’t come home last night. Without notifying me. He fell asleep at stupid Rick’s place and neither of them bothered shooting me a text or ringing me about it. I spent all night worried sick.”

Y/N’s expression hardened at the thought of waiting up for him. She’d paced around the living room of their new flat before settling on the couch, vowing to stay awake until he returned. She’d had half a mind not to call his mother or sister, not quite worried enough to ask them. 

“I didn’t see him until an hour before coming here ‘cause I had to work today. So we didn’t have time to properly fight about it.”

“Didn’t he say he was sorry?”

“Sure he did, as well as stating that I was overreacting and not his mother.”

“Ugh, men,” Dena grumbled, then she changed the subject, “Let’s get refills in the kitchen!”

Harry got bored of the game after the fifth round, but stayed to play until the team he’d joined won by a margin. Then he politely excused himself from playing another round. Though she’d told him she didn’t want to see him, Harry really wanted to see Y/N and he figured over an hour of distance sufficed for her to calm down. Maybe she would even allow herself to be happy about him finding her. He strolled around the room, then went looking in the hall and finally searched the lounge. If only she were a little taller, he thought once more. All of sudden he heard a loud shout. It wasn’t one of the usual party hollers, it was one that held no joy at all. With swift strides Harry crossed the room, turned left in the hallway and entered the kitchen. This time he didn’t have to search to see her. Y/N was sitting on the counter, her legs dangling down and her hands curling around the stone surface. Across from her was the kitchen table on which all of the different liquor bottles had been placed. It was also where the single shout turned into several. A guy Harry hadn’t ever seen around campus before stood next to a broken bottle of vodka. His hand curled into a fist and his face was red. Opposite him stood Dena, a girl Harry barely knew beyond her being a friend of Y/N. Next to Dena was a guy named Dylan, his face painted with guilt and worry. 

“You fucking broke my shit!” the stranger shouted. 

Y/N flinched. It wasn’t Dena who’d pissed off the wrong guy, but Dylan who had tried to make a drink for them. She didn’t feel any less involved if the guy were to be shouting at her. The second the bottle had broken and the tall stranger exclaimed that it’d been his, Y/N had felt fear curse through her. She hated it. She hated how a man shouting was so scary that she froze in place.  Just like she always did when afraid, her eyes began to search for Harry. Heavy like a wave and equally overwhelming was the relief when she saw him lingering in the doorway.  Their eyes met. Y/N visibly relaxed. She could read the question in the look he was giving her and she eagerly nodded. There were so few people scattered around the small place, Harry had no trouble reaching the counter.  Once in arms reach she held out her right hand, whimpering when his fingers slotted through hers and holding on tight. Any anger towards each other was forgotten the moment their skin touched. Y/N gave a determined pull until he stood next to where she was sitting, her legs touching his waist. Harry didn’t say anything, but he allowed her to let go of his hand to instead hold on to his shoulder. His own settled heavily on her thigh, relishing the feeling of her bare skin. He didn’t complain when her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt, nor did she mind how intimate it felt to have his hand on her naked thigh. His eyes quickly scanned her face, waiting for her nod, confirming that she was alright. Y/N smiled gently, relief mirroring in her eyes. Harry returned her smile. His heart clenching when he noticed the faint veil of alcohol before her eyes. Ever so slightly, their heads leaned towards each other, then his nose softly touched her forehead.

“He didn’t do it on purpose,” Dena said defensively, “and these bottles are for everybody to use.”

Harry shifted closer to Y/N but removed his nose form her hairline. Unwillingly he turned his attention back to where the argument grew. The stranger’s head, figuratively doubling in size by the minute, was red and looming over Dena like a balloon hovering in the sky. He had to admit it was impressive that Dena, equally short as Y/N, refused to back off.

“I wasn’t asking you! You and your friend better figure out how to replace my drink and you better do it fast!”

“Mate, lay off a bit, will ya? They didn’t do anything on purpose,” Harry interrupted, his voice calm and steady, “Why don’t you just grab one of the ten other bottles and leave ‘em alone?” 

The stranger, slightly shorter than Harry, turned to look at them. Y/N tightened her hold on his shoulder. She was mentally preparing herself to jump off the counter and at the stranger’s throat instead, should he as much as try to pick a fight with Harry. Noticing her shift beside him, Harry’s hold on her intensified.

“Leave them alone?” the tall guy snapped, “that was twenty fucking quid he broke!” 

“Bit embarrassing that you’re whining about twenty quid,” Harry said, wearing a smug grin, “and picking a fight like some kind of neanderthals who found out somebody’s pissed into his cave.” 

Dena giggled and so did Y/N, along with some bystanders who’d gathered to watch. The bloke narrowed his eyes, first at Harry, then at the girl sitting beside him. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N interrupted him. “Quit looking at me and spare me any sexist bullshit you’re about to say.” 

The guy rolled his eyes, then smiled. “You’re pretty for a bitch.”

Y/N’s hand yanked Harry back by his shoulder equally fast as he’d pushed off the counter to lunge forward and at the guy. The movement caused him to knock against the counter uncomfortably. She didn’t let go and didn’t move, despite Harry’s enraged breathing getting louder.  

“Fuck you!” Harry shouted, eyes wide. 

Anger oozed out of his pores and heat settled in the small kitchen. Calm and collected only a moment ago, he was all the more scarier now that he was enraged. Scary enough to make the stranger take back a step. Y/N loosened her hold on Harry’s shoulder, sliding her hand down to press against his back instead. She rubbed his spine gently, hoping to ease him by letting him know she was okay. 

"You need to leave,” Y/N stated, her voice calm.

“Definitely,” Dena agreed, her eyes trained on her friend before finding Harry.

He didn’t return her gaze, his eyes remained on the tall blonde. They stayed put until the guy lowered his empty cup to the table, the movement slow and deliberate. He clearly didn’t want it to look like he was leaving because he was told to, so he took his time. But finally he turned away, before at last leaving the kitchen and hopefully the party all together. 

Harry shuddered upon feeling Y/N’s nose against the shell of his ear. “I’m fine, Harry.”

“What a wanker.”

“A fucking wanker,” Y/N replied, her smile practically audible in her voice. 

Harry turned around to face her, all of his attention returning to where it belonged: her. His eyes looked into hers intently, reading every answer to all of his unspoken questions.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Are you?”

He nodded. “Did he try anything before I came?”

“I noticed him about zero-point-five seconds before you arrived, Harry. I’m fine, I promise.”

Her hands gently took hold of his face. The fingers of her left hand traced along his jawline as tenderly as one would the rim of a glass in hopes of eliciting a sound. That’s how Harry sometimes felt when she touched him. Like she was being as tender as she could possibly fathom to be. 

“Does that mean you’re gonna go back to being mad at me?” As he spoke, Harry moved closer. His hands rested on each side of her hips, allowing his body to get closer to hers as he leaned forward.

Y/N laughed and shook her head, their faces so close they almost touched. She enjoyed the warmth of his breath fanning against her throat. 

“Are you? You were at least as pissed off as I was.”

He shrugged, then playfully nudged her nose with his. “No.”

“Then I think I’ll let it go, too,” she answered, faking to be coy, “For now, you still owe me an apology later.”

Harry laughed. “That’s fair. Promise to mean it this time, too.” 

Her eyes narrowed. She took hold of his chin, holding him still so she could kiss him without giving him the chance to deepen it. The feeling of his mouth slotting with hers, be it as briefly as it was, ignited her like nothing else could. Any remaining worry was pulled from the corners in her body where it had hidden, and was thrown out not to return. Harry took over. All of the space inside her that could belong to an emotion, now belonged to him.

“I knew you didn’t mean it earlier,” she breathed accusingly against his lips. 

“I meant it a little,” he said, curling his hand around her wrist to pull away the hold she’d taken and he kissed her a second time before she could complain. 

Despite their desperation their teeth didn’t clash together, nor did their noses unintentionally bump. They’d kissed too many times not to blindly meet each other without missing. His tongue glided along her bottom lip, hers pushed his aside so it could trespass into his mouth. Frantic hands held on to her hips and her thigh, eager fingers remembered to be gentle as they settled on the back of his neck. Harry moaned and Y/N pulled away.

“Thank you,” she whispered, just enough space between them so she could speak. 

Harry’s kisses trailed down from the corner of her mouth to her cheek and her jaw, his lips warm, wet and determined. He allowed one kiss to last a little longer, followed by a small lick to her earlobe.

As satisfied as could be as long as they weren’t alone, he raised his head to look at her again. “What for?”

“Being on my side even when we’re fighting.” 

The smile gracing her features was so genuine he could have melted, just like her words were spoken with more love behind them than he could detect. He smiled and willingly moved his head to the side, so she could kiss below his ear. The heat in his belly grew and he let her know by squeezing her hips.

“Ditto.”

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[moonchildstyles]

sherbert

y/n's never been in a music video before, but she's pretty sure there couldn't be anything better than singing with harry styles on the beach

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The set was easy to spot, making (Y/N)'s shoulders deflate some. At least she wasn't going to have to wander this entire beach, making her feel even more out of place.

She had been more than surprised when she was contacted after sending in an application to a casting call a friend of hers had urged her to respond to (the headshots were the worst part of the whole ordeal). It called for amateurs as well as professional models to appear in a beach set music video for "the song of the summer!". Very little information was given concerning what artist the video was for as well as what song was going to be portrayed, though when (Y/N) got the callback in the form of an email, a small glimpse into the aesthetic was offered. The artist was calling for a retro, seventies-inspired environment with warm colors, loud patterns, and quirky accessories.

From what she could glimpse of the rest of the cast huddled around the catered table, she wasn't the only one who had taken the inspiration to heart. Girls were dressed in two piece swimsuits with conflicting patterns and complementing colors, bright and eye catching around the minimal set, with a few boys following the lead in patterned trunks and mesh tops. It seemed she was one of the last to arrive, almost twenty other people milling about with giddy smiles and bright eyes hidden behind various shades.

Her feet sunk in the sand as she approached the group, her tote bag with a change of clothes for the drive home being clutched to her side with worrying hands searching for a stray thread to torment. She had hoped that she wasn't going to be the only amateur there, but by the looks of it, she was the only one wearing a swimsuit from Forever 21 with a coverup she had found at a thrift store tucked in her bag.

Gravitating towards the mess of duffle bags, coverups, and shoes, (Y/N) dropped her own things on the outskirts of the pile. Changing booths were set up just to the side of the stack, with a creamy white canvas bag leaning against the closest one, a pair of well worn Vans with pink shoelaces sticking out of the top. Now that she was close enough, she eyed the spread on the catering table.

Heaps of watermelon were stationed along the surface, with other fruits in between; the spread ranged from pineapples cut into stars, mango spears that she could see one of the models holding up to his face to make a smile over his lips, and kiwi rounds with vibrantly white centers. Perfect for the clinging warmth that settled over the Malibu beach.

With her phone tucked in her hand like a safety net in case she needed to pretend to be busy on the device if no one talked to her, (Y/N) made quiet work of plucking through the selection of fruit. By the time she settled on filling her plastic bowl with strawberries sliced into the shape of roses and the pineapple stars, the chatter around her her heightened. She could make out the sound of excited giggles surrounding a deeper tone she hadn't heard upon arrival.

Trying her best to peek over the head of the crowd, she was just able to see the top of a curly head of hair. The sinking sand under her feet did little to help the stretching of her bare toes, but she figured if it were one of the directors giving out instructions or a PA reading off the day's itinerary, an announcement would have been made. If anything, maybe it was another, much more well-known model who had joined the shoot.

(Y/N) continued on minding her own business and munching away at the fruit while the cast lingered around the newcomer. Before resorting to scrolling through her phone, she wanted to try to look inviting in hopes of someone approaching her and keeping her from being alone for the shoot. She scanned her eyes over the minimal set, taking in the odd sight of a proper dining table set up with a single chair in the middle of the sand. A single slice of watermelon was waiting on a plate, making it clear this would be the first shot of the day (or at least she hoped. A warm, mushy piece of watermelon didn't sound very good, especially in this heat). Off to the side, a field of beach towels with large flower patterns and stripes weaved into the fabric were laid out with wide umbrellas stuck in the sand.

It was an odd set up, but (Y/N) could see the seventies, retro inspiration all through out. Beside her, she was half aware of the disassembling of the group, excitable whispers following the trios and pairs that broke off. The owner of the deep voice that had transfixed everyone had disappeared, the head of curly hair disappearing between the changing tents before (Y/N) was able to catch a proper glance at whoever it was. Looking out at her castmates, flushed cheeks dominated the pale-skinned models while a golden glow and bright smiles adorned those with deep skin tones. The sound of polaroid cameras shuttering caught the reactions of the models all the while, surely something she was supposed to be apart of since she was getting paid to model. Maybe she did miss something important if this was the reaction that meeting caused.

Before she could muster the courage to join a trio of girls in large sunhats and bright bikinis, (Y/N) opted to reward herself with another of the strawberry roses in hopes of settling her stomach. She wasn't watching what she was doing, absently reaching towards the bowl just behind her while her gaze was trained on the white dining table. It was only a single place setting, so it would be a solo shot, probably for whoever this shoo—

"Oops, sorry."

(Y/N) felt the touch before she heard the apology, her hand having bumped into another's over the fruit bowl. For a split second, a bell went off in her head at the sound of the voice—she knew it.

"It's okay, I wasn't lo—" her words cut off when she caught sight of the hand that bumped hers, an iconic look that she knew a little too well.

The tanned hand had a set of chunky rings on every finger, a black cross tattooed into the webbing between the thumb and forefinger. Bright coral paint shone over his fingers, looking neon against the warmth of his skin. The large rings on the ring and pinky were what got her heart skipping in her chest and lungs squeezing.

Brassy initials spelling out HS gleamed under the sunlight.

Whipping her head up, she found that it was in fact Harry Styles who she had bumped into with her strawberry sticky fingers. The curls on the top of his head were the swirls she had spotted from the crowd, the strands currently pushed out of his face with the help of a pair of glossy blue sunglasses. An orange crochet top covered his chest though the weaving allowed for glimpses at the tan skin underneath, black tattoos shadowed against the bright colors. A pair of brown trousers pulled high enough to hit the middle of his laurel tattoos led down to his bare feet, paint covering the nails that matched that on his fingers.

All the while, he held a kind smile on his lips, brows raised as he awaited the crescendo of her cut off sentence.

"Um—I... Don't be sorry," she floundered, feeling her cheeks heat like a sunburn, "I wasn't looking."

Harry Styles smiled at her, white teeth gleaming from between raspberry colored lips with dimples denting into his cheeks. He plucked one of the strawberry roses from the bushel, pinching the green stem between his fingers.

"You're here for the shoot 'm assuming?" he questioned, voice just as deep and gentle as she'd heard through her headphones hundreds of times before.

She was cast to be apart of a Harry Styles music video. And he was right here speaking to her as if she wasn't about to catch a heatstroke just from being close to him.

"Yeah, yeah, I am," she said, feeling breathless,

"Thank y'for coming out, I really appreciate it," Harry Styles smiled at her (again!), holding out his ringed hand for her to shake, "'M Harry."

Of course she knew who he was, and she was sure everyone else did, but that didn't stop him from introducing himself as if it wasn't obvious she was struggling to keep her composure around him.

"I'm (Y/N)," she chirped, clasping his hand in hers, "Nice to meet you."

She could hear him reciprocating her words, but she was a little too focused on the feel of his palm pressed against her own with heavy rings weighting his hold. She couldn't help herself as she dropped her gaze to see her own hand wrapped in Harry Styles, especially knowing that if she looked up he would be gifting her with a crooked smile, dimples in his cheeks.

All too soon, she knew it was the socially acceptable time to let go of his hand to keep from being inappropriate. While her own hand dropped to her side, she watched as Harry Styles (maybe she should think of him as just Harry now that they were on a first name basis) reached for another sugared strawberry, the crystalline bowl now peeking through the bottom.

Fearing the air to go stale between them, she wracked her brain for something to say. She would hate for her first (and possibly only) impression to be one of a flustered, cooky fan who struggled to string together a sentence in his presence (even if each of those things were true, anyway).

"So," she started, watching as Harry Styles' (just Harry, remember?) whipped his head towards her with the mossy green of his eyes intensely matching her gaze, "The video's for your song?"

"Mhm," he hummed, a close-lipped smile stretching over his features, "From m'new album. Have y'heard it?"

How was she supposed to tell him that even though Fine Line came out weeks before her year end streaming stats were released, the entire album dominated her top twelve—a spot for every song?

"Yeah, actually," she nodded her head, hoping it came off as calm as she could muster, "I really like it. What song?"

"Watermelon Sugar."

She should have known—the watermelon slices were a dead giveaway.

At the mention of the title, the lyrics were brought to mind. The suggestive tone settled over the summery melody and trumpet lead chorus made her all that much excited to be apart of something like this.

"I was telling the others," Harry continued, curls peaking from around the shades on the top of his head as if they wished to flop over his forehead like she had seen in photos before, "that I wanted to dedicate this song and video to touching and human contact, so there's obviously going to be a lot of that happening during filming—between you and the others as well as myself and anyone who is in a scene with me. If at any moment you don't feel comfortable with me touching you, please let me know. I want everyone to feel comfortable, so don't feel bad if you'd prefer to only interact with the others or not be a part of those scenes at all."

(Y/N) listened intently to his words, absorbing the deep tones of his voice and the fact he was asking permission to touch her. She couldn't help but feel a bit happy that she had missed the group version of this discussion—she got to have a personal moment with Harry Styles.

A smile stretched over (Y/N)'s lips, the curl a bit shy at the edges though she tried her best to exude confidence. "I'm more than okay with whatever you had planned; I don't mind any touching or anything. Thank you for asking, though, I really appreciate it."

His grin only grew at her words. "Let me know if y'change your mind," he prompted, his eyes breaking contact with hers for the first time since starting the conversation, looking out over the beach set, "Got a bit before we'll start the group scenes, though, so y'have time."

"Yeah? What's up first?"

Harry (as in Harry Styles, who was still happily entertaining a conversation with her when she was sure he had a hundred other things to be doing on the set of his own video shoot) launched into an explanation of the vision he had dreamt up with the directors. (Y/N) had been right in assuming that the dining table scene was up first, the chilled watermelon slices on a time limit before they were no longer going to be appetizing. The rest of the video was described as an homage to pleasure and affection, different scenes requiring the field of beach towels, a run down the beach as the sun set, as well as a moment in the backyard of a beach house that lined the sandy dune of the set. A bright smile was on his lips all throughout as he spoke, detailing the vintage feel of the camera work he was hoping to capture as well as the near constant presence of different fruit throughout the video.

"This'll be fun then," she smiled, matching his excitement now that she got to hear the concept that inspired the casting call from the man himself, "They weren't lying about this being the song of the summer in the casting call."

A bubbling laugh left Harry's lips, a lopsided curl to his mouth, "'S that what they said? They've got a lot of faith in me."

"I don't blame them," (Y/N) added absentmindedly, unaware of the words before she heard them through her own ears. She felt her cheeks heat when she realized the small praise she gifted him, having hoped she could keep those rambling to herself until he was at least out of earshot.

"Thank you," he beamed, his front two teeth resembling that of a bunny, "'M pretty proud of these songs, not gonna lie; they're m'babies. I jus' try to not get too excited—I'm sure anyone could tell you, but I don't need any more of an ego."

She couldn't picture him with an enlarged ego, just from the way she'd seen videos snippets of interviews with him promoting kindness and sweet interactions with fan both on stage and off. But, she liked that he was willing to play with her a little, her nerves easing some more that the idolizing glow around him was dissipating the longer he spoke and reminded her he was a person.

"I don't need anyone to tell me, I could tell right away you had a big head." A smile itched over her lips, one she hoped he caught just so he knew she was only teasing.

He shrugged, only a single dimple denting his cheek, the fruit spread forgotten now that his full attention was pinned to her. "People tell me its the hair—too big to not be full of myself, I've heard. No matter how much I cut it or change the style, still look like a douche, I guess."

A bright laugh that rivaled the sun fell from (Y/N)'s lips, Harry matching her smile with his own proud one that his joke landed.

"Wel—"

"Harry! Come here a second!"

(Y/N)'s response was cut off at the sound of someone calling across the beach to Harry. They both shifted their attention to find a man with bleach-blonde hair dressed just as eccentrically as Harry waving to him, a set of different shaped sunglasses hanging from his hands. She watched as Harry shouted back a Just a second! before he returned his attention to her.

"Wardrobe needs me, I guess," he said, backing towards the other man with a short smile on his face, "See you in front of the camera, right?"

She nodded her head, the warmth under her skin making the sun's rays feel dim in comparison. "Right."

With a small wave, Harry turned around, stepping through the sand dunes towards whatever wardrobe decision needed him. (Y/N) couldn't tear her eyes off him, watching as his back flexed under the orange knit of his top with the curls on the back of his neck swaying in a breeze she didn't even feel.

"Isn't he so nice?"

(Y/N) jumped at the sound of another, not having noticed anyone around her with her attention so heavily focused on someone else. She looked to her left, her eyes still wide in surprise, to find another of the models chewing on a kiwi fruit beside her, a soft lipped smile on her angular face.

"Yeah, yeah," (Y/N) agreed, recalling the question she posed, "Really nice."

She hummed her agreement, absently adjusting the strap of her lemon yellow bikini top. "I was starting to think his fans were planting those stories about him being so nice, I couldn't believe someone could really be so on all the time—especially being that famous. But, after that whole speech about everyone being comfortable and coming to him if there was anything upsetting, there's no way that it's just a character. He's cuter in person, too."

Finding the bright spot of orange across the set, (Y/N) couldn't find anything to disagree with in her companion's reasoning.

He was cuter in person.

—————

The rest of the cast waited in the wings while Harry shot the first scenes, the song playing loudly over the set while he was sat at the white dining table. A few girls in large sunhats and bright sunglasses had adopted her into their group for the day, being her companions as everyone watched on as Harry Styles mouthed along to the music with fingers trailing over the watermelon wedge. She tried to contribute to the giggling conversation happening around her, and she was successful up until he buried his face in the slice and looked directly in the camera's lens.

After that, Harry Styles had the full of her attention and there was no way anything else could pry it away.

It was so interesting to see the same person who had entertained her and made her comfort a known priority, now licking his lips clean of gleaming watermelon juice with an overt 'pleasure' overtone to the whole shot. From where she was folded up on the sand, she got a half-view of the screen showcasing what was being filmed, catching just how intently he was staring into the camera. That she recognized—the intense eye contact that she quickly learned he favored over wandering eyes and fleeting attention.

She hadn't even been aware that she was leaning forward, as if she could close the stretch of sand between herself and the character he was showcasing on screen, until one of the directors called cut. In an instant, Harry leaned back, using the prop napkin for it's true purpose as he wiped off his chin. A bright smile made way on his face to replace the seductive seriousness from before.

"That good?" she heard him ask, eyes bright behind the blue of his glasses.

(Y/N) almost wanted to pipe up, put in her own opinion that yes, that was good—great even, perfect, if you asked her!—before one of the trio of girls tapped on her shoulder, manicured nail catching her bikini string.

"They want us to get set up on the towels soon, did you need to change or anything?" she asked with a bright smile (she went by Lana, but she also whispered that that was only her stage name, her real name being Brianna).

Peeking over Lana's shoulder, (Y/N) spotted a good chunk of people disappearing into the white changing booths, articles of clothing thrown over shoulders and tucked under arms. "No, I'm okay, I think," she shrugged, noticing the bright shades tacked to almost all of her castmates wardrobes, "I wish I had brought some sunglasses, though. It looked like I'm the only one who didn't think to bring any." She finished with a laugh, watching as another girl trotted past with a pair of big star shaped shades.

"Oh, did you not stop by the wardrobe department?" Lana questioned, canting her head of perfect beach-blown hair at (Y/N)'s words.

"Was I supposed to?"

Lana pointed to the same blonde man she had seen call out to Harry, finding him stood amongst a trio of short racks and fold up tables stationed around a makeshift changing stall away from the cluster of extras. "He's been handing out a bunch of sunglasses from some vintage shop for everyone, I'm sure he still has a few pairs if you wanted to ask!"

(Y/N) tossed her thanks to her new friend over her shoulder, sinking her bare toes into the sand as she stood with a slight wobble. She hadn't even noticed her limbs falling dormant while she watched Harry, too engrossed in the story he was telling through the lens.

The concrete platform the pop-up wardrobe department was stationed on felt warm under her toes once she reached the small set up. Now that she was close enough, the detail of the brightly colored outfits drove home the aesthetic Harry had so passionately prosed over. The small folding tables propped up in the space held different accessories in the form of necklaces, rings, sunglasses, and even floppy hats she wondered if Harry was going to utilize. The only free spaces left were occupied by the blonde man and one other assistant.

"Hi, excuse me," (Y/N) chirped, hands knotting behind her back as the man had his attention directed on slew of polaroids he pulled out of his bag.

He turned around with bright blue eyes that matched the beads strung around his neck, blonde brows raised. "Hello, how can I help you?" His accent was thick around the words, a lilt to his tone that was undeniably British.

"One of the girls was telling me that you had sunglasses you were giving to the extras. I was wondering if you had any left? I didn't bring any fun ones with me today and I don't want to stick out or ruin the look."

He perked up at the mention of sunglasses, flicking his gaze to the girl assisting him. "Claudia, we've still got some sunnies, right?"

"Oh, loads," she nodded, abandoning the string of pearls she was fiddling with to reach for a large box under one of the tables, "I picked up close to fifty."

"Perfect!" he peeped, grabbing the box from his assistant's hands before dropping it in front of (Y/N), pushing aside a lone scarf and (yet, another) plate of watermelon slices, "Go through these, love, and let me know if you need any help. I think, just going off of your suit, that the purple colored ones are going to be the best, though."

The blonde man gave her a chaste smile before directing his attention to the polaroids he'd abandoned, flicking through one of the racks as if to match the looks in their inventory. The assistant—Claudia—hadn't been lying when she said there were loads left over. The shallow box was heaped full of sunglasses in different tints and eccentric shapes. She took note of the stylist's advice, picking through for the purple toned shades to add to her outfit.

While she kept an ear out for any shouted instructions from the director, (Y/N) found herself absorbed in the treasures she was finding. Who knew there were actually strawberry shaped glasses, or shades made in the cutout of watermelon slices? She'd thought people only got creative like this when it came to ridiculous New Year's Eve specs.

"I think those are quite nice."

(Y/N) jumped at the sound of the unexpected voice coming from behind her. With a gasp escaping her throat and her hand fluttering to her chest, she whipped her head around to catch how had shocked her.

Harry Styles stood behind her, hands clasped behind his back as he lent over her shoulder with an amused smile. He knew he scared her—that's what he was trying to do.

"You scared me," she accused, mouth dropping in faux offense now that her heart rate leveled out.

His grin only grew, turning lopsided as he gazed down at her. "Tha—"

"Angel Sue! I was just about to go looking for you!"

Harry's gaze lingered on (Y/N) for a second longer, a twitch in the curl of his lips, before directing his attention forward.

"Susan," Harry teasingly greeted, a sing-song quality to his voice, "What did y'need, m'darling?"

"We've got to get you changed before the next scene, and I need you to pick the next outfit," 'Susan' explained, a light to his eyes now that his friend was here.

(Y/N) stood like a lone island between the two of them, the pair of eccentric shades that Harry had deemed 'quite nice' hanging between her fingers. She figured she should make her exit, feeling odd as they spoke around her, but being tucked just between the edge of the folding table and Harry's body being only a foot away coaxed her into staying just where she was.

"You can ask her, if you're not sure."

From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) saw the blonde stylist nod in her direction, handing over the stack of polaroids to Harry. She looked to him with her brows raised, not having caught the turn in the conversation that roped her in. The blonde only shot her a small smile before skipping over to Claudia to help with whatever dilemma had been proposed.

"What do y'say? Wanna help me?" Harry asked over her shoulder, a crooked smile hooked into his lips.

"Sure," she chirped, not even thinking before agreeing though she didn't have any idea what she was aiding with.

His smile shone even brighter at her compliance, nodding his head to a rack full of bunched clothing. "Come with me."

(Y/N) didn't have much time to react before she felt the warmth of his fingers looping around her wrist. He pulled her along, feet sinking silently into the sand as they rounded the station's set up. Harry led her to a rack featuring a bright red outfit, a yellow laced top, and an ensemble featuring Gucci jeans as a few of the outfits hanging up. (Y/N) tried not to focus on the absence she felt on her skin when he let her go, directing his attention to the polaroids in his hands while she absently cupped the warm spot on her wrist.

"Supposed to be doing the scene with all of you next," he prattled, fingers instinctively coming up to pluck at the full of his bottom lip, "And 'm stuck between these two."

He lent over her with the photos in hand, having to duck just a bit to allow her the same view as he. In his grip, he had a pair of pictures of him in the outfits that had to be from a previous fitting, Harry's hair casually pinned back with a clip on the top of his head and chipped black nail polish on his fingers.

First up in the spread was the bright red outfit she had easily picked out on the rack. A pair of cherry red trousers were swathed around his legs, matching with the red paisley print of the top that was tucked under the black and white knit of the sweater vest. In that picture, Harry held a slight curl to his lips, eyes looking tired as they gazed into the camera. She had a hard time tearing her gaze from that one.

The other option was displayed in a polaroid of Harry stood against a plain white backdrop with his hair pushed back with a red bandana, fingers forming a peace sign, with his tongue sticking out. The dark blue outfit seemed to be somewhat of a counterpart to the red he had just shown her, another paisley printed top with solid trousers. Though, this one lacked a sweater vest, leaving his chest in view with the help of the two out of six buttons fastened on his top. She understood his hard choice now, and didn't envy herself for being the one roped into helping.

"Which one do you like?" she asked first, glancing up at him from the stack of photos in his hand.

"This one," he said, wiggling the picture of the red outfit, "But now that 'm actually out in the sun, the idea of a sweater vest sounds ridiculous." He ended with a soft laugh carrying his words.

(Y/N) smiled at him, her fingers twisting in front of her as if they could anchor her from getting sucked into his charm and lost in the eye contact. "I like that one too—you look nice in red," she offered, feeling her cheeks heat at the compliment she let slip. As a form of distraction, she  glanced over him to the lone changing stall set up behind him, "Maybe try it on again, if you have time? See if you still like it in the heat. If not, then wear the blue."

Harry grinned at her, noticing the way she avoided his eyes after she said something so nice. He followed her gaze to the booth, nodding his head. "Yeah, I'll do that. Thank you," he smiled, reorganizing the fan of photos in his hands before reaching for the red ensemble, "If 'm running late for the next scene, jus' tell everyone 'm still getting dressed."

The same amused curl to his lips he held when he spooked her took his features again. He was still teasing her, the game never ending.

"What happens if you make it back on time?"

His smile only widened. "I'll tell them you helped me."

With that, he took his beaming smile and looping curls with him as he turned towards the changing stall. (Y/N) wasn't sure if it was pathetic to watch after him, being completely entranced by something she was sure was nothing more than a friendly interaction with an extra. But, she couldn't find it in herself to let the view of him go, especially knowing how this long day was not going to feel long enough once she had to say goodbye to him.

It wasn't until he reached to draw back the curtain on the stall (she noticed that the same bag she had seen with the pair of dirty vans was now lent against this booth, lips twitching with a smile now knowing that those were his), that she forced herself to look away. She was under a time limit, and she'd still not picked out a pair of sunglasses.

"Oh, don't forget these!"

(Y/N) whipped her head head around, finding Harry peeking out of the changing stall with the bare of his shoulders visible. She was just about to shout back that she didn't know what he meant before he tossed something to her, the object a blur of purple spinning through the air. She panicked reaching for it, fumbling her hands until her fingers wrapped around the plastic.

In her grip she found the pair of purple sunglasses, the specs shaped like a bunch of grapes with the green stems creating the arms. They were the same ones he had told her he liked, the pair she had thought she was still holding onto when he dragged her to look over the rack. When did he grab these?

She went to thank him, ask him how he had swiped these without her noticing, only to find him already tucked away again in the changing stall, leaving behind swaying white curtains. The smile on her lips almost hurt with how far it stretched across her face, her eyes pinned to the glasses in her hands.

They were ostentatious, loud, and didn't go with really anything in her wardrobe. She wouldn't be able to wear them—or really want to wear them—after today if she wanted to look sane at her office job. If not for Harry's prompting, she would have more likely picked the pair of lilac glasses in a simple rounded shape.

She hoped she got to keep these.

—————

By the time she made it to the field of beach towels, (Y/N)'s vision was tinted purple with the sunnies perched on her nose. As she should have expected, watermelons in their full form as well as slices were distributed throughout. Platters of fruits and berries were dotted between towels, offering bright spots that echoed the aesthetic of Harry's outfits strung up in the wardrobe department.

Most of the models were laid out on the beach towels offered, basking under the sun or reveling under the quiet shade given from the few umbrellas pitched into the sand. Others were put into different characters—one of her friends for the day was even given a metal detector and set to pace in the back of the scene—adding to the fullness of the shot. One of the directors was stood at the helm, getting a look at the scene before Harry would be added to the mess, hands on his hips with eyes squinted as he peered out. Once he caught sight of her, he quickly waved her over.

(Y/N) wobbled through the sand as quickly as she could, toes sinking through the grains as she adjusted the straps of her bikini top. He didn't wait for her to fully meet him or even greet her before he offered a chaste smile and pointed in the direction of a cluster of beach towels.

"I need you to join them, please!" he shouted to her, voice carrying across the beach, "Get familiar with one another before the scene starts!"

She nodded her head, grateful to not be sat alone on a towel where she would have awkwardly tried to model though she had no idea how to do that. Tiptoeing through the sand in an effort to keep from kicking any grains onto anyone's towel or sticky pieces of watermelon, she gave the group of girls she was joining a small smile before lowering herself to the edge of the towel, just beside a picnic basket that was overflowing with more fruit to pick through.

The group of them made nice with her introducing themselves with kind smiles and watermelon juice glossing over their lips. They gave her a short rundown that the other director gave them before running off to double check some other scene he was going to be in charge off, telling her that when Harry joined, they'd be interacting with each other while he laid lone in the center singing along to the song. That meant they could do whatever made them comfortable and play around while Harry did the hard work, before the scene was to shift.

Taking an offered wedge of watermelon, (Y/N) joined in on the ritual. She was roped into the chatter around the towels, cluing into the subject that was how excited everyone was that their day on the job consisted of laying in the sun while Harry Styles sang to them—a dream, one of the girls called it. (Y/N) couldn't agree more, but she kept her opinions to herself, wanting to save those small moments she had shared with him for her pillow.

It wasn't longer than another five minutes before Harry made his appearance, scaling the small dune that led to set, patches of grass peeking through the sand. A photographer was capturing his descent with a vintage looking camera, Harry catching the attention with a sly smile before swaying his arms at his sides in exaggerated waves while his feet kicked heavily in the sand. He earned a laugh from the onlookers, his smile only growing.

He had followed his instincts, wearing the bright red outfit he had shown her. Looking like a ruby colored rose compared to the beige of the dunes, she was happy with his choice, especially when he slipped the pair of cherry-colored, heart-shaped shades over his eyes. When he caught her eye, his crooked grin grew into a well balanced smile, dimples denting into his cheeks as he approached the director. His gaze lingered over her for a moment longer, her skin heating under the discreet attention he placed on her despite the literal beach full of models at his disposal.

The chatter around the set gradually quieted down to small whispered conversations now that the shoot was about to begin, Harry looking out over the scene while conferring with the director at his side. (Y/N) watched on as he nodded his head to whatever suggestion was offered, his eyes landing on a clear spot of sand not too far from where her cluster was situated.

She hoped that as where he was going to spend this scene—maybe they could talk a little more in between shots, if he was close enough.

After nodding to the director with a bright smile, Harry broke off of the conversation, and began crossing through the towels and models towards the blank spot she had hoped he would pick. He smiled and stopped to greet his co-stars as he went, his laugh ringing out through the space at something one of the other girls said.

(Y/N) couldn't contain her smile as she watching him, feeling only a little guilty that she wasn't very involved in much of the conversation going on around her while so distracted. When she caught Harry's eye, his smile bright with the tip of his nose matching the red lenses of his glasses, he shot her a small wave before settling in his spot in the sand.

Watching the way he elegantly settled into a pose on the flat of his stomach, bare feet crossed at the ankle with his chin propped up in his hand and his elbow sunken into the sand, she envied him. Harry naturally moved in the middle of the crowd, though she was sure he knew all eyes were on him along with the camera trained in his direction. His confidence in himself was something extraordinary to witness. She'd never been around anyone who was so sure of themselves and the presence they gave off.

Her attention was only pulled when she heard the sound of the director call out a last set of directions, telling all models to only interact with each other as Harry was the lone focal point in the middle. She heard one of her companions for the shot titter to herself before whispering to the group that she didn't see that being an easy task—keeping her eyes off of Harry Styles when he was right there singing about the female orgasm. (Y/N) laughed along with the group, the sound being swallowed as soon as the song started blaring over the set.

Harry was completely in his element when the camera turned on, his focus drifting over the bevy of models at his disposal as he mouthed along to lyrics of the sweetest fruits and gentlest of touches. (Y/N) had a hard time keeping her eyes off him, only sparing a few sidelong glances his way before following the directions she was given and interacting with the girls around her. They shared various fruits, laughing with one another with red stained tongues and slouching straps of bikini tops. The energy was high among her co-stars, the smiles on everyone's faces genuine in the lens of the camera with (Y/N) feeling comfortable among her more experienced counterparts.

Basking under the sun she soaked in the feeling of being on a real music video set, full of wonderful people who embodied the spirit Harry Styles himself had been pushing since the beginning of the day. She could feel absent touches of her counterparts over her shoulders and legs as everyone stretched out, reaching for more fruit or allowing the sun's rays to drape over their skin. Not once did she try to quell her laughter at the tittering conversation around her (from the corner of her eye, she'd even seen someone get bonked in the head by one of the twirling umbrellas held by another model), or from the tickling brushes of hair over her shimmering skin. The sound of a polaroid camera shuttering pinged through the shoot, capturing the moments on film—she hoped she got to see those photos. Whenever she opened her eyes, the world was tinted purple from the sunglasses Harry picked out for her.

All the while she fell into her blissful state, Harry's voice rang out through the set, a song she had loved for the better part of the last few months seeping into her bones like the sun's warmth and sticking to her skin like sunblock.

(Y/N) didn't know how long they spent in that specific formation, everyone growing more and more lax around one another, until the song was cut and the voice of the director cut through the sound of rolling waves.

"Did we want any more of that, Harry? Or do we want to move onto a few other sets before we move on?" he called, eyes never leaving the reel playing back on the screen beside the camera.

"Can we do a few more shots with me playing with everyone?" Harry drawled, a smile evident in his tone as he plucked up the sunglasses (Y/N) hadn't known he discarded.

The director nodded along, giving the go ahead for Harry to integrate into whatever group he wanted before they'd reset, his counterpart being waved over the look back at the scenes playing back.

Harry's head of curls popped up over the sea of models hoping for his attention. He scanned over the beach with a smile on his face, running a quick hand through his hair. Looking at him with the red shades over his eyes, (Y/N) wondered if his eyes would look purple behind them.

It wasn't long before he found her cluster, one of the closest set of beach towels to his original position. His smile only deepened as his eyes scanned over the group of six girls crowded onto a trio of beach towels, his gaze lingering over (Y/N).

"Do y'girls mind if I join you?" he asked, sticking true to his commitment to ensuring no one was put into an uncomfortable situation.

Though she didn't draw her eyes away from Harry to check, she was more than sure that everyone shook their head no, that he was more than welcome to join their group. None of them wasted any time before rearranging themselves among the towels, creating the perfect gap of space in the middle for Harry to plunk down.

Folding her legs underneath themselves, (Y/N) realized that Harry had wiggled into a spot just beside her, her bent legs curling around the back of him while she lent with her fist planted out to the side of her so her chest was pressed against his arm, face inches away from his own.

"Hi," he said, voice soft when he turned to face her.

"Hi," she smiled, mimicking the bright curl of his lips.

Before he could say much more, Harry was distracted by the sound of the models around him asking if it was okay that they laid over him, scooted closer, or fit themselves against his form in whatever place it was available. He readily agreed to whatever made them comfortable, again asking if it was okay if he touched their hair, shoulders, fed them any of the available fruits, or shifted to get closer. From the very corner of her eye, she saw the elusive camera she had been hearing through the shoot, finding the lens pointed at the group with Harry working as the sun at the center of the small universe.

(Y/N) listened to the interactions, basking in his presence and the inviting atmosphere he created just with asking a few questions. She hadn't even realized he was speaking to her until she was nudged by his shoulder, an amused smile she was beginning to become familiar with on his lips.

"Still there, (Y/N)?" he teased, his voice wrapping around her name for the first time.

"Yeah, sorry," she laughed, knocking herself back into the moment though she couldn't stop her eyes from trailing over his face, "What did you say?"

"Asked if it was alright if I got a little closer to you," he explained, raspberry lips curling and forming the words, "Want y'to be able to touch me if you'd like when the camera starts rolling."

The sun shone over the high points of his cheeks, creating glittering highlights over the bare of his skin. His hair had a similar shimmer traced through the strands, the tiniest of blonde highlights having formed around his hairline from all the time spent outside this past season. Through the lenses of his glasses, his lashes were long and curling towards his brow bone, and though his eyes weren't hued purple, she still had a hard time finding anywhere else to look once her gaze landed on them.

"I'm okay with that," she whispered, aware of the shuffling of the other bodies around them, the director calling for attention and slight shifts in the shot, "How did you want me to touch you?"

His smile only grew. "Anyway you'd like—I'll tell y'if I want something else."

Before she could manage any kind of response, the pair of directors called for attention of the full scene. Majority of the models were dismissed as to not crowd the background of the shot, allowing them to go off and raid the newly stocked craft services table or check their phones. Now, only the six of them, Harry, and a few others left to populate the areas surrounding were left in the shot.

Harry consulted with the directors, telling them that all he really wanted for this was optional shots of him interacting with the girls and getting a chance to drive home the theme of the video. The directors nodded their head, seemingly already distracted with how these shots were going to be stitched together, one of them giving Harry a thumbs up before they faded back behind the camera.

The second the song started up, Harry's voice filtering over the small group of them, the girls seemed to go lax and fall into something familiar around him. He wasn't much mouthing the words, instead opting to interact with the models and giggle at the tickling touches they delivered to him. (Y/N) tried not to come off as hesitant as she was, unsure of how to touch Harry when he was already being caressed and grazed over by the others.

When everyone was distracted with the wide-brimmed hat of one of her co-stars, the brim having whacked another girl on the forehead and knocked a strawberry from her fingers to roll into the sand, a round of laughter following, (Y/N) took that moment to try doling out her own affection. With her free hand, she reached up and brushed her fingers through Harry's hair, redirecting the pattern of the curls to grow messy around the crown of his head.

Harry all but abandoned whatever had drawn his attention with the other models at the touch, instead moving to look at her with a bright smile on his lips and deep dimples on his cheeks. Her hand hesitated in his hair, worried that wasn't something that he wanted to be touched during the shoot.

"No, no, keep going," he whispered to her, voice quiet under the blare of the music.

There was no way she could say no to that, now could she?

With her hand swirling through the strands of his hair, the scene continued on with giggled jokes, and shuffles of bodies against one another's. She fell in sync with the scene, following the languid movements of the others around her, forgetting the fact that she had never done anything like this before and that this was Harry Styles sat right beside her. In the middle of the blissful, summer-esque feeling that was falling over the shot, (Y/N) hadn't even been aware Harry grabbed a strawberry from one of the hallowed out cups in the halved watermelon held by one of her costars until he held it up to her lips.

With a raised brow, he offered it to her from his fingers. She knew that if she didn't want to do this, he would no doubt completely reroute his idea and allow her to keep her bubble of comfort. But, (Y/N) only shifted her hand in his hair to push back the curls flopping over his forehead before taking the strawberry in her mouth.

His lips were already curled into a smile, but the grin only widened as he watched her. He watched her intently through the red lenses, a playful gleam sparking when he realized she was going to play along. The curls that slipped through her fingers returned to their home in swirls over his head with stray curls falling over his forehead, adding to the boyish curves to his features.

The puppy pile of models and Harry Styles became nothing more than a mass of giggles and affectionate touches as sand poured over the beach towels and Harry couldn't keep his teasing comments to himself. At one point, the stylist (who she found out was also named Harry, giving the Sue and Susan names much more sense) threw one of the weaved hats she had seen at his station, the brim donning a big red bow that matched Harry's look, to the group. It seemed each of them took turns with the hat on their head before it landed on Harry's while he was fed various berries and fruits from the girls all around him.

At one point, one of the directors called for "More! More touching Harry, girls!". From one glance, Harry let them know that they didn't have to if they didn't want to, no one was expected to show out for the camera with things they weren't comfortable with. But, it seemed the models piled around him didn't mind the call for more at all.

The girl between his legs, fell back to lay into his chest, her hair draped over his middle while she gazed up at him with bright eyes. Another laid herself over his thigh, her head cushioned by the other girl's stomach though she didn't hesitate to reach up and trail her hands over Harry with watermelon sticky fingers. He was surrounded on all sides, (Y/N)'s counterpart on his opposite side lent into him, head landing on his shoulder, knocking his hat off his head with a small laugh. All the while (Y/N) tried to find her place in the puppy pile, tried to find a balance of showing affection while not going overboard and outshining the rest of the group or Harry himself.

Her eye caught the deep dimple in his cheek, the curls of his hair swirling around his sharp jawline as him cradling the dip and draw her eye. For a split second, she wondered what that dimple would feel like under her lips.

With her hand landing on the broad of his shoulder, (Y/N) played to the camera as if she were whispering a giggling secret to him, dipping close to Harry's ear while his attention was placed on the bubbling blonde laid against his chest.

"Would it be alright if I kissed you," she whispered, a smile on her lips though she felt a sudden wrack of nerves shake her spine, drawing her hand up from his shoulder to poke her fingertip against his dimple, "right here?"

Though it seemed he was taken aback at first, his shoulders dropped and his expression relaxed even moreso at her soft touch. "Please do," he murmured, voice soft as if they weren't in the middle of the most innocent orgy happening in SoCal.

(Y/N) only lingered for a single second, eyes dragging over the profile of Harry's smiling face (he had such a nice nose, she hoped he knew that) before leaning forward and planting her lips over the dent in his tan cheek. She felt his smile broadened under her kiss, skin warm and soft from the sun. The faint scent of sunscreen skimmed under her nose, covered by the sugary sweet fruits that had been shared all morning.

Drawing away, Harry turned his head to match her gaze. If she hadn't been so aware of the heat of the sun shining over them, she would have swore he held a blush on his cheeks.

Spurred on by the show she gave and the director's praise behind the camera, Harry was suddenly pulled around and brought into a slew of affectionate kisses planted over his face with the help of hands pushing his hair out of the way. (Y/N) found her place in the mix, playing along and swaying with the group while Harry encouraged their acts with teasing jokes, acting as if he wasn't completely in love with their affection. She watched with a bubbly smile on her face as he basked under the attention, throwing his head back with eyes closed while glossy tinted lip prints were left over his skin.

In the middle of the beach, the sound of waves and bright music mashing together, (Y/N) forgot about the bulky camera stationed in front of her. Nothing felt more natural—more like herself—than sitting in a puppy pile beside Harry Styles with the beat of her heart matching the rhythm of the song. This moment was her sugar high.

—————

(Y/N) swore a glow clung to her skin through the whole lunch break that was offered in the middle of shooting. Harry had given his beaming thank you's to the girls who remained in the scene with him, giving (Y/N) a lingering smile, before disappearing off with his stylist and creative director who she found out was named Molly through a few calls across the beach.

"Lucky you," Lana (Brianna) had teased (Y/N) once she had rejoined the group on the sand with a caprese panini on her plate, "I saw you were the one who kissed him first. I'm surprised no one beat you to it."

She smiled shyly at her prodding, directing her eyes to the sandwich she wasn't sure would fit in her stomach given the butterflies plodding through the cavity. "They just keep asking for more, and that was the only thing no one else was doing."

"Like I said," she sang, flipping the floppy brim of her hat out of her eyes, "You're a lucky girl. What I wouldn't give to have been in that scene."

In the midst of all of Lana's teasing words, the dramatic flare to her tone carrying through the space, (Y/N) had to remind herself where she was and what she was doing here. The butterflies in her tummy and the tricky way her mind was trying to convince her that the sunburn on his nose and cheeks was actually a blush that ignited in her presence were not helping. He was such an easy person to get along with, making everyone around him laugh and feel comfortable and confident around him, made it all that much easier for the bubbling crush she had on him prior to balloon into an infatuation she knew she was going to carry with her long after this shoot.

But that's all this was, she reminded, a shoot. She was here to be a part of his music video, sign an NDA to not share any details until the release, then go home and anticipate the moment she would see her face plastered over YouTube beside Harry Styles'. If all went well, she might even get the elusive instagram follow from Harry.

That was where this would stop, she had to emphasize to herself. She'd go home with another wonderful recount of how amazing Harry Styles was as a person with how gentle and kind and funny he was the whole day, even if in her heart she swore she was already halfway in love with him.

A smile grew on her face at the thought that she still had more than half of the day left with him, the shoot having been scheduled with the last scene being recorded at sunset. She was going to make the most of this.

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(Y/N) fell into the grass with a breathless laugh. Though her eyes were closed, she was well aware of what was going on around her if the giggled instructions were anything to go by.

After having a brisk costume change—with a few borrowed pieces from the blonde stylist and the return of the purple sunglasses—she had been herded to the backyard of a bordering beach house, leaving the dunes of the shore behind while the rest of her co-stars were left to sunbathe and graze the craft services table before being called back for the final shots. The grass was soft under her body and a little too lush to be naturally taken care of in this climate, but she was grateful for the lack of sand, especially since she was wearing clothing that wasn't hers. Aside from the other models called for the scene, there was nothing but a row of quilts laid out in the backyard, leaving the space wide open for whatever was to be shot.

Which just so happened to be an impromptu yoga class with Watermelon Sugar playing around their laughter.

It had been Harry's idea really, having learned that one of the girls also taught an amateur yoga class during the week. He had been all too giddy to try out the poses, despite the less than desirable attire everyone was dressed in. Nonetheless, Kira was directed to take over for the 'class', makeshift yoga mats made out of the quilts with three people to a section.

(Y/N) knew she was the worst in the class, but it wasn't her fault, really! With every single pose and bend of her body, the macrame-style of her borrowed top tickled at her skin with the help of the crocheted fringe hanging off the knit causing her to lose her balance more often than not. Plus, her mat-mate was not particularly helpful.

When Harry made a beeline for her end of the quilt at the beginning of the session, (Y/N) tried not to let the butterflies in her stomach make their way to her throat. It was hard not to be distracted by him as is, but when she had seen his costume change, it only added another layer of pressure knowing she was supposedly meant to keep her balance when he looked like that.

He was barefoot when he approached the green, a pair of baggy, ripped jeans dragging through the blades of grass behind him. A beaming smile was on his face, having been escorted with Molly, the creative director of the shoot, with his hands tugging at the hem of his cropped, thin sweater. The sliver of revealed skin showcased the very beginnings of the laurel tattoos on his soft hips, drawing (Y/N)'s eye more often that she cared to admit. The final touch was the floral printed scarf she recognized from the wardrobe department around his neck, the fringed edges swaying around his form as he moved. He looked perfect for the seventies, Californian summer they were celebrating in the video.

It was hard to keep her eyes off him, especially the closer he drew to her when they set up for their yoga lesson. The exposed skin of his tummy, the soft of his hips hugged by the denim waist of his jeans were enough distraction; even tattoos she hadn't known he had on his knees were showcased through the ripped jeans becoming just another thing to pull her attention.

"I guess we're going to move into the corpse pose now?" Kira laughed, her voice being drowned out by another set of laughter raining around her.

Creaking open her eyes, (Y/N) found Harry mimicking her pose, laying flat on his back with a deep grin on his face, dimples denting into his cheeks as he gazed at her with sunshine eyes.

"Again?" he teased, "Y'couldn't even hold downward dog for two minutes?"

"Be nice," she whined, gently kicking her foot across to nudge him in his shin, "You fell down too, so leave me alone."

"I only fell because I saw y'face plant into the grass," he laughed, his voice flowing with the uproar of whatever was going on to the side of them—assumedly another round of failed yoga poses that would somehow have to be cut into a music video about fruit (and touching as everyone had been so eagerly reminded throughout).

"As if it hasn't been your fault half the time," she beamed, settling on the quilt with her arms folded under her head and ankles crossing behind her, "Don't act like you haven't been kicking out my ankles."

Somehow, his smile only grew. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Before she could come up with any kind of countering quip, Harry's name was shouted over the sound of his blaring song.

"Harry! What do you think of that idea?!"

It was Molly, his creative director, shouting across the green as she stood next to one of the other models. Molly looked to where Harry was laid with his hands folded on his stomach, a feline-esque stretch to his body as he bathed under the sun with his own features twisted into a smile.

"Hm?" he hummed, not having heard anything prior.

"A dance routine," the model piped up, her name not coming to (Y/N)'s mind despite the last half-hour of failed yoga bonding, "We could choreograph it to the music and everything!"

"Yeah?" he questioned, sitting up with his hand behind him to stilt him up. Across the green, (Y/N) could hear her co-star bubbling off about all of her ideas, something about a conga-line being brought up that only made her laugh. With the sun shining over his form, flares peeking through the curls on the top of his head, Harry turned to look at her with a sly smile on his lips. "What do y'think? Sound fun?"

"Really fun," she smiled with a squint of her eyes at the sun, nodding her head against her forearms.

"Should we?"

The fact he was seeking her approval on something for his shoot, made it a little too easy for (Y/N) to make herself at home in the clouds crowding her head. She knew her features were rounding out with softened eyes as she gazed up at him.

"Mhm," she hummed with a smile, "I think we should," pulling herself up from the quilt under her with the fringe of her top tickling at her arms.

Harry didn't wait a second before he turned to the two women, shouting back his agreement, that he thought it would be fun. He shot a knowing look to (Y/N) as he spoke, her heart stuttering  with the feeling that they shared a secret.

She could hear the celebration on the other side of the green, the rest of her co-stars having apparently been in on the plan while she was too busy with Harry on the other end. Molly's voice shone over the group, calling out to Harry while (Y/N) lagged in joining the small semi-circle forming around the model acting as the head of the operation.

With his voice low, Harry looked to her with a soft smile on his lips. "Try to stay on here with me when we start, yeah?"

It took everything in (Y/N) not to break out into giddy laughter. This couldn't be real, right? There was no way Harry Styles himself asked her to keep to his side, stay with him during the silly dance they were going to put together. There was no way he wanted to spend more time with her.

But, god, there was no way she was going to say no either!

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right here," she beamed, marinating in the moment when she saw Harry's grin widen. He gave a soft nod of his head, mumbling a cool under his breath before finally succumbing to Molly's calls and heading in her direction.

(Y/N) felt no urgency to leave her sun-warmed spot on the quilt, still so wrapped up in the bubble she hadn't realized they had created in that moment. She moved as if floating on a cloud, taking her to the semi-circle formed around their temporary choreographer though her attention was squarely placed on the side of the green where Harry was stood consulting with Molly about something that only served to maintain the blooming smile on his cheeks.

Working with the rest of her co-stars and Carolena—the 'choreographer' she finally remembered the name of—the silly routine that was put together was something she hoped made it into the final cut. Just as (Y/N) piped up about the conga-line she heard something about earlier, she felt the presence of someone right behind her, a warmth emanating into her back.

"That would be fun, I think," Harry spoke over her head, a smile evident in his voice.

Carolena perked up at the sound of his voice, smile beaming from her as she bubbled off praise for (Y/N)'s reiterated idea before asking if Harry had anything he wanted to add—it was his video after all, right? (Y/N) indulged herself and looked up from where she stood just underneath his chin, craning her neck to find Harry with a bright smile on his lips as he looked towards the group.

She knew he was talking from the way his lips were moving, but there was something similar to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach that went through her ears, making the rest of the scene melt away with the entirety of her attention placed on the man behind her. She hadn't realized just how entranced she had become for how long until she felt him nudge at her shoulder with his own.

"That sound good?" he teased, a knowing tone to his voice like he was well-aware she hadn't heard any of what had just transpired, "Like that idea?"

"Yeah," she nodded, blinking her eyes back into the moment as he gazed down at her, curls flipping over his forehead, "Sounds fun."

"Knew you'd think so."

(Y/N) didn't even have time to recognize the way her cheeks heated at his words before the group was dismissed at Carolena's instruction. She wished she had been paying attention when she saw everyone settle into a formation she knew nothing about. Before she had much time to panic, warm fingers wrapped around her wrist with blocky rings pressing into her skin.

"C'mon," Harry smiled, pulling her after him towards the farthest empty spots to the right, "You're with me."

Practically skipping after him, (Y/N) lost herself in the experience. She allowed Harry to take her wherever he wanted, leaving her to stand just beside him while Carolena took her instructor's spot in front of them.

(Y/N) wanted so badly to pay attention, to be just as involved as the rest of them as they worked, but she knew there was nothing she could do when there was a six foot tall distraction right beside her.

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"Could we do something like this?" Harry called over the sound of his music, stood at the head of the makeshift conga-line with his back to (Y/N).

Carolena perked up from her spot in the middle, brows raised to match the blunt cut of her strawberry blonde bangs, "Like what?"

"C'mere," Harry mumbled to (Y/N), pulling her out of line with him. Just like during the rest of this small choreography lesson, she moved whatever which way needed, having too much fun trying to learn the moves to be too critical of anything she did. He tugged her to stand in front of him, a switch from their original position before he gently grabbed at her hips. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric of her thrifted shorts, thumbs absently grazing over the beltloops and making it abundantly clear how easy it would be for him to slip through the loops and tug her to his chest. Dipping down just for her to hear, he whispered, "Is this alright? Touching y'here?"

"Mhm, it's alright" she hummed, her bright smile a dead giveaway of just how alright it was for him to touch her.

WIth dimples denting his cheeks, eyes lingering on (Y/N) for a moment longer before Harry returned his attention to Carolena. "I was thinking, instead of just going around, we could sit like this"—using the leverage on her hips, Harry pulled her to sit on his lap as he bent his knees—"and then kind of fall and roll onto the grass, like a wave, right?"

Carolena's eyes assess the proposed position, (Y/N) becoming hyper aware of the fact he had her situated on his lap. Against her back, she could feel the softened fabric of his top and the wisps of his hair that reached as far out to graze the bare skin of her shoulders. He couldn't have held her there for longer than two minutes, speaking to their amateur choreographer about what exactly he had envisioned, but (Y/N) swore it felt like hours stood with his body hugging hers.

Once Carolena's approval (not that it was needed since it was Harry's idea) was earned, Harry released his hold on (Y/N)'s hips, returning them to their original heights. She felt a bit out of place as Carolena spoke to him over her head, but there was nothing that could make her deflate in that moment. Sure, everyone had been all over each other, touching and grazing fingertips over skin, but this wasn't for a camera. He chose her to pull from the group all on his own, laying his hands on her skin for a moment that was just long enough to make her heart stutter and warm to the temperature of the sun above them.

"Let's start from the beginning then, okay?" Carolena called over the group of them, a bubbly smile on her face (Y/N) was beginning to believe was her resting position. If making up routines and choreographing made her this happy, maybe modeling was the wrong industry for her.

(Y/N) didn't need much direction to regain her spot behind Harry in their formation, eager to be back with him, knowing there was going to be a scene where she got to fall all over him just like it seemed everyone else had gotten the chance to, but her.

"Ready?" Harry mumbled to her, a smile on his face as he looked down the broad of his shoulder at her.

With the sound of Carolena counting down behind her, (Y/N) nodded her head.

"Definitely."

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"Can I have everyone line up really quick?!"

(Y/N) perked up at the sound of the director's voice, popping the bubble of inattention that was blown in her head. Her co-stars milled about around her, with the trio of girls that made up her safety for the day talking around her, while (Y/N) couldn't get the picture of Harry's smiling face out of her head.

Though the dance routine had already been wrapped, the scene being cleared while the rest of the models were called up to the green, (Y/N) couldn't remove it from her head. When they had followed Harry's direction, falling like a wave onto the grass, (Y/N) was granted with a view of his smiling face looking right at her when she had rolled over and off of his back. His dimples were deep in his cheeks with the white of his teeth gleaming like the shells sprinkling the beach. His skin was glowing with the laughter that fell from his raspberry lips, eyes crinkling at the edges from the width of his smile.

All the while, the camera poised in front of them caught every moment. God, (Y/N) really wished this would make it into the video—she never wanted to forget what it was like to lay with him as he smiled at her like that.

At the director's words, she followed after everyone else who took a spot in the impromptu row in front of him. Despite the fact he had called everyone over, once in place, the director didn't say anything. He looked over the row of them with a critical eye.

"You," he pointed to a girl just behind her, "I want you over there, standing in the back row," his finger shifting to point at a row of chairs situated at the edge of the green, the beach becoming the backdrop. She took her spot in the newly formed 'back row' of the scene, standing lone behind the folding chairs that would somehow work as the center piece of the scene.

From then on, the director pointed out individuals and placed them in different spots along the rows; some sat on the grass in front, others stood in the back, with a select few sitting in the limited amount of chairs. From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Harry approaching the group, taking the wooden staircase that led up to the beach house from the dunes of the beach with a platter of watermelon slices splayed over his arms. A crew followed after him, kicking sand as they seem to be carrying an unlimited amount of watermelon with them.

Though she knew she should probably be keeping her attention on the director in front of her since she was still waiting for her own placement, (Y/N) couldn't keep her eyes from flicking to Harry every few moments. Even with a furrow to his brow and concentration creasing his features as he watched the wobbling top pieces of melon, she could see the ghost of the smile he shared with her, eyes still holding the bright light that seemed like it could rival the sun.

As Harry joined them on the green, the director's analytical gaze finally broke to pay attention to the star. Harry shot an endearing smile to his co-stars as he placed his platter on a foldout table that had been carted up just before him. Wiping his hands over his sweater (which earned a chastising glare from his stylist who had helped him bring up the slices of fruit), Harry took his spot next to the director. Leaving the rest of them to stand in their row, the pair of them stood whispering to one another as if there wasn't an audience.

Harry listened first, his corded arms crossing over his broad chest as he bent just a bit at the knees to lend his ear to his director. As he listened, he flicked his gaze across the line of models, a slow smile spreading when he caught (Y/N)'s eye. She swore she was paying attention, fully immersed in the moment and the job she was being hired to do, but the second she saw that smile, she felt a bit of her clock out, giving her permission to admire the dream that was standing before her.

Her eyes followed when it was Harry's turn to speak quietly to his new confidant, his mouth moving in languid motions around words she couldn't hear though his crooked smile never slipped. She could have sworn he even looked in her direction for a split second.

"You," the director called, bringing (Y/N) back to the surface for a moment. She stiffened, shoulders squaring when she realized that his finger was pointed exactly in her direction. "Center of the back row, please." He jerked his finger in the direction of the chair, the single space left in the back just behind the middle chair now claimed as hers.

(Y/N) nodded her head, moving her nervous fingers to play with the folded hem of her embroidered shorts. Her bare toes curled in the grass below her, feeling Harry's eyes stitched to her form. Once in her spot, hands folded at her back, she only caught the few remaining seconds of quiet consultation before the two of them broke apart with the creative administrator grabbing for Harry's arm, leaving the director to make the last few calls on the placements.

It was explained that this scene was going to start out with everyone indulging in the plate of watermelon that were brought up, allowing Harry to mouth along to his song before a cue would be given for the shot to dissolve into nothing more than berry-scented chaos with shared slices and sticky watermelon juice being imprinted on everyone's skin. A flutter of chatter started up once their director was pulled away, leaving everyone to get excited over the playful chaos they would get to play a part in.

"Harry's probably going to be sat right there," the girl beside her bubbled off, pointing at the single remaining chair that was left empty, "So you'll be able to get him perfectly!"

"If he'll let me, yeah," (Y/N) laughed, cheeks growing hot at the idea of another opportunity to brush his hair from his face and return the favor of feeding him like he did her.

"Of course he will," her new friend laughed, the curls of her shag haircut being thrown over her shoulder with an incredulous look on her face, "He's been so nice to you all day—you're so lucky! You out of everyone will be able to get him the most!"

While (Y/N)'s heart stuttered at her friend's words, her beaming smile only grew as she listed off possibilities she hoped she could try once given the cue. (Though (Y/N) was more than sure that the climbing over the chairs idea was going to be quickly shot down in favor of no one cracking their head open or leaving with broken bones). (Y/N) knew she had been lucky enough to spend almost every scene close to Harry, with a few moments being shared inbetween takes that only solidified the crush she had on him prior to today, but she hadn't thought anyone else would have noticed—especially since Harry was overall just so nice to everyone around him. It made her feel special.

Before her row-mate could get too carried away in her ideas, Harry made his entrance then. For the first time that day, she sense something kind of shy falling over him as he tugged at the hem of his sweater as if to cover the sliver of revealed skin. "Hi," he greeted, his smile still bright as he worked his way between the front row of extras.

A chattering of reciprocated greetings came from the group of them, (Y/N) feeling a bit too happy when his eyes landed on her. She gave him a quiet wave, her smile feeling like a secret just for him despite the yard full of people all around. She watched as he bit into his bottom lip, somewhat hiding the smile that grew on his mouth as he took his spot right in front of her. He curled up in his chair, his long limbs only taking up half of the space she knew he wanted.

With trays piled high with watermelon, the crew that helped bring them to the beach house made their rounds passing a slice to every person. When Harry's row received theirs, she could see over his head the way he tapped the wedges against his two partners' on either side of him. Down on the bottom row, she spotted a pair of her co-stars nibbling at the points of the slices, something they were explicitly told not to do until cameras were rolling.

Before much more could conspire, the director made his return, clapping his hands loudly. "Ready?" he called, eyes landing on Harry, "Ready, H?"

No one piped up until Harry gave his own approval in the form of a chipper nod of his head and thumb's up with his watermelon free hand. A couple more calls were shouted from their director before the music started up again with a signal for everyone to share a synchronized bite before Harry was cued to sing along to his music.

At the sound of the song that still hadn't gotten old despite the hours they'd spent listening, the rest of the cast fell into the lazy summer affection that had followed them all day. Sticky watermelon juice dripped over chins and fell in cloying pools around their feet. Calls from their director asked for more interaction between the girls, leaving Harry as the focal point while everyone else tipped over to feed one another, steal bites off of another's slice, or just to dance along to the music. From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Harry bopping his head to the beat, curls flopping over his forehead with each movement. She could already imagine the kind of smile he was mouthing through, dimples in his cheeks and eyes bright.

After a few takes, the camera panning around the group and getting as many shots as they could to be featured in the video, a break was given just for another round of fresh melon slices to be handed out. The director called over the serving, sharing that this was going to be the moment for everyone to let loose, create a little bit of controlled chaos in this beach house with Harry meant to be the center of all their affection.

Chatter arose while cameras were being repositioned and set up with the needed views creating a lag between takes. (Y/N) curled her toes in the grass, trying to channel that energy she found on the beach that made it easy to interact with semi-strangers in an intimate way without feeling like she was overstepping.

Harry broke her from her deep breathing as he tipped his head backwards, a soft smile on his upside down face. "Ready?" he asked, voice taking a throaty overtone from the odd angle of his neck.

"I think the real question is, are you ready? We're supposed to basically terrorize you for the next five minutes," (Y/N) countered, raising a brow.

A breathy laugh escaped his lips. "Be gentle with me, please?"

"I can't speak for everyone else, but I'll try."

Before a response could be shared, the director called for attention, readying for the shot to take place. Harry lingered for just a second longer, a closed lipped smile on his face before he adjusted his posture and faced forward.

Just when the song resumed, the cue was given to start their controlled chaos.

It was almost immediate the way everyone started falling all over each other. The girls on either side of her took it upon themselves to wrap their arms around (Y/N) and shared their watermelon slices over her. Pools of the juice landed across the grass, sticking over her skin and glossing over her lips. Around her, she saw her co-stars doing much of the same—climbing all over one another and feeding the slices to smiling mouths. All the while, Harry was trying to keep doing his job, mouthing along to the lyrics of his song while being pulled and pushing in every direction possible.

With her mouth full of a shared bite of watermelon, (Y/N) reached towards Harry, gently running her still clean hand through his hair. The girls around her distracted themselves with each other and others in the row in front of them, while (Y/N) pushed Harry's hair out his face. She took his request as seriously as she could, gently cupping his cheek in her palm. She ducked her head down close to his, feeling the wisps of his curls brushing against her cheek.

"Is this okay?" she whispered to him, bringing her slice of watermelon around to his front.

"Just get it over with, (Y/N)," Harry laughed, eyes falling closed as he said her name.

(Y/N) prepped him with a small kiss to his cheek, the leftover print watermelon scented and sticking to his cheek, before bringing the slice to his lips. He smiled around the bite, his dimples appearing under the palm of her hand. Once the others caught sight of her breaking the barrier of grabbing for him and touching the star of the shoot, they followed suit. Harry was then bombarded by slices of watermelon almost eaten down to the rind, (Y/N) resorting to being the one holding his hair back while others reached for his face and smushed his cheeks around his full mouth. She  could see him shaking his head, trying to chew and swallow the fruit to get back to singing his song.

From there, the scene only grew more and more chaotic with laughter spilling from every section. The lines of the rows were blurred as the front row turned to join the chaos behind while the middle row was filled to capacity with (Y/N) group wiggling their way into the puppy pile developing.

(Y/N) didn't want to hold back, but didn't want to step over anyone or hurt someone with a misstep. Before she could think too hard and lose the summer-scented character that had accompanied her all shoot, she felt a strong hand grab at her waist. In the middle of the melee, Harry had reached for her, his chunky rings glimmering in the sunlight as he pulled her through the group to join him at the center of the mess.

"Y'have to protect me now that y'started this," he laughed in her ear, settling her on his lap as if to act as some sort of shield to the chaos.

Though the shoot dissolved into nothing but sticky watermelon dropping all around them with hands brushing along bare skin and laughter roaring almost as loud as the song playing overhead, nothing was more grounding that Harry's grip on her hips as he kept her steady in his lap. His chest shook against her back with his laughter only a moment before she felt his forehead dropped to the back of her shoulder, tip of his nose skimming her heated skin.

Despite the fact it was the middle of February, (Y/N) doesn't think she's ever had a better summer moment.

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"...And, action! Go, go, go!"

At the shouted instruction, (Y/N) took off down the beach with the rest of her co-stars as Harry led them from the front. A camera followed along, capturing their run along the beach bathed in sunset tones. Harry was a bright spot to follow in the lacy, yellow top he changed into before these final shots, pearls gleaming in the waning sherbert-toned light.

This was the final shot of the day, Harry having insisted on wanting the warm sunset tones to close out his beach day. After having cleaned up the back of the beach house from their fruit studded chaos, the rest of the day was spent with Harry proposing different shots he'd had in mind to help pass the time. He worked as an extra cameraman with a borrowed Super8, filming the models around him as they interacted with one another and worked through the remaining platters of berries. He gave them little direction, instead asking them to do nothing other than whatever felt natural. (That is until they made their way back to the beach where he instructed a few of them—including (Y/N)—to lay flat in the dunes with a triangle of watermelon over their swim bottoms. That made her cheeks heat more than the sun could ever hope).

Now, all that was left was a run through the sand with the waves lapping at their feet. (Y/N) skipped along with the middle of the pack, watching as other kicked up the sand and waded through the extending waves. Breathless giggles were shared between everyone, Harry occasionally looking behind himself to glimpse at the rest of his team.

They kept going until reaching a designated spot in the dunes with a worker from craft services holding one of the last remaining intact watermelons in his arms. The group converged around him, watching as Harry took the melon. The models around him danced through the waves, waiting for any other direction he might have with the final prop of the day. From her spot trying to hold her own in the chilled ocean, (Y/N) watched as Harry did nothing there than throw the fruit over the top of his head. It sailed through the air as he continued to face the camera before splatting in the middle of the rolling waves.

Cheers erupted around them when the fruit was unearthed with a thick crack right down the middle. She watched as Harry took his upon himself to dig his fingers into the rind, the camera coming close to watch as he tore the melon in half after a couple of tries. The girls created a semi-circle around him, beaming smiles as he shared one half with them while he tipped the other into his mouth, sipping out the juice from the crushed flesh.

(Y/N) couldn't help herself in that moment, twirling away from the group towards the chilled waves lapping over the shore. Her feet spun through the sand, the periwinkle shade painted over her toes matching that of the sky above her as she threw her head back. Her smile was bright as she gazed above her, the music wrapping around her body in muffled runs the farther out she went from the group.

She'd never had a feeling like this before. The waning sun's warmth was balanced out by the chill taking over the slowly growing night sky, though her heart was glowing in her chest with skin still heated from the affection that was poured all over her for the day. Before today, she never really considered the effect of sharing touches and affectionate grazes of skin could have on her mood; maybe her love language was actually touch. Harry Styles being at the center of it all was the cherry on top that made butterflies float in her stomach and her heart squeeze every time he touched at the bare of her skin or even looked at her with that lopsided grin.

Just when the ocean had reached the middle of her thighs, the waves lapping up as far as her waist, a familiar hand reached out and curled around her wrist. She knew who it was before he even spoke.

"Come dance with us," he smiled, tugging her towards the shore, "'S not the same without you."

She'd never forget this.

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"What are you still doing here?"

(Y/N) emerged from the white changing stall, clean and dry clothes now adorning her body for the drive home. In the same spot she had met him, stood Harry with his back to the booths, now in clothes it looked like he arrived at the set in. A loose t-shirt covered his back, rainbow lettering she couldn't quite make out stamped over the fabric, with a pair of grey sweats over his legs to protect him from the quickly chilling air.

Harry whipped around to face her, sliding his phone into the covert pocket in his pants. "Oh, (Y/N)," he smiled, running a hand through his hair, "I-uh-I jus' usually stick around to say bye to everyone and help where I can. I didn't think you'd still be here."

Of course he would stick around to say goodbye to everyone and try to help clean up, of course he would. Because he's Harry Styles.

She shrugged, dropping her eyes to her tote bag hanging from her folded hands. "The line to change was really long, and I didn't really feel like fighting over them."

"So, 's just me and you then?"

"I guess so."

With the sunset scene long gone, the sun had sunk completely behind the horizon, only the smallest of rays trying their best to light the sky from their position, (Y/N) realized the day had really come to an end. This was where she was supposed to say goodbye and hang onto these moments only in memory with the hopes of a visual reminder coming from the video that would be released in the months to come.

"Tha—"

"I wan—"

Their voices converged as they spoke at the same time, the syllables mashing before they both stopped with an apology on their lips.

"Y'first," Harry offered, kicking his toes through the sand (how he could bare being barefoot in this temperature, (Y/N) didn't know).

Feeling the intensity of his gaze on her form, (Y/N) distracted herself with plucking at the stay threads on her worn totebag. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything today. I'm sure it was obvious that I've never really done anything like this before, but I don't think I've ever been so comfortable with a group of strangers and I think that had a lot to do with you and the tone you set for everyone." She allowed her gaze to slip from the spot on his forehead she had picked to keep herself from stuttering under his attention, "So thank you for doing that and making everything so fun. I'll never forget this."

Harry's features grew unbelievably soft as she spoke. His lips curled into a crooked smile with a deep dimple in his cheek while his eyes melted as he gazed at her. Though his cheekbones still stood high with his jaw sharp, there was something boyish about the way he looked at her in that moment. She wasn't lying when she said she'd never forget this.

"That really means a lot, (Y/N). I had no idea y'hadn't done this before, honestly," he said, taking a short step towards her, "Y'were perfect. I wanted to thank you for coming out and agreeing to be apart of this for me. This entire album and everything is really special for me, and I really appreciate y'being a part of this with me. I had a lot of fun with you."

Though it did little to hide the grin splitting her cheeks, (Y/N) dropped her head to direct her eyes to their feet. She didn't know what to say back that would adequately convey what was going through her head, how much it meant to hear him say that to her and how much she would miss this.

"Thank you," she peeped, unable to think of anything else that might let him know where she was coming from. "Do you know when the video will be out?"

Harry shrugged, softened gaze trailing over her form, "Probably closer to the summertime, but I wish it was be ready now. I want to see it all."

"Me too, but I really hope they cut that part of me tripping out, or I will have to boycott," she laughed, rolling her eyes at the memory of her inches away from face planting into the wet sand at the end of the day.

A serious facade was pulled over Harry's features though he struggled to keep his mouth from curling into a smile, "Oh, was I not supposed to request that, that's in all the promo?"

"You're annoying," she smiled, shaking her head with strands of hair falling from the clip pinned to the back of her head, "I should have known today was all an act."

He huffed out a laugh, his hand coming to run through his curls again as if to busy his hands. As his laughter died down, his expression settled into something tender in the limited light. "Maybe I could message y'when I know the video's coming out? Send you the rough cut of some of our scenes when I can?"

If he was asking what she thinks he was, (Y/N) was almost sure she was going to drop dead before being swallowed by the sea. There was no way he was asking for...

"D-Did you want my number then? Maybe? Or I can give you my Instagram?"

Harry's smile grew over his features, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as if to conceal just how happy her words made him. "I'll take your number if that's alright?"

(Y/N) felt like she was working on something like autopilot when she took his pink-cased phone from his outstretched hand, a rushing noise working through her ears that sounded like the waves down at the shore. Her fingers shook as she programed her number in his phone, putting a watermelon emoji beside her name in case he forgot who she was. When she passed it back, she didn't know what she looked like but she could imagine there was nothing but giddy happiness settled in her gaze with crinkles appearing by her eyes with the width of her smile.

"I'll-uh-message y'later, yeah?"

Just as (Y/N) opened her mouth to respond, Harry's stylist shouted for him across the beach, waving his head at him to beckon him to the makeshift wardrobe department. He called down that he'd be there in a second, telling his friend that he was saying goodbye to someone first.

"It looks like you're needed again," she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She wasn't dreading this moment as much as she had five minutes before, especially not now that there was a chance she might get to relive some of this feeling with her number in his phone.

"I guess so," he sighed, backing away towards the dunes, "But I'll talk to y'soon, (Y/N)."

"Bye, Harry."

She waved to him as he made his way to the station, unable to take her eyes off him. Just when she was going to relent to turning around and making her way through the crowded parking to her car, the sound of her name being called stopped her.

"Wait! I almost forgot to give y'these!" Harry called, having backtracked a few paces as he reached into his pocket. He threw a blur of purple towards her, the object glinting in the sliver of remaining light.

(Y/N) fumbled in catching them before they dropped to the ground, earning the sound of Harry's floating laugh as she bent down to grab them from the sand. In her hands were the pair of purple, grape-shaped sunglasses she had worn for the better part of the morning: the one thing she had hoped she would get to take home with her.

Looking up, she intended to thank Harry for his gift only to find him being enveloped by the wardrobe department, his offer of help being put to use. She guessed she'd just tell him thank you when he texted her.

God, was she happy she responded to that casting call.

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ahhh!!! this is an idea I obvi had a long time ago when the wms had just come out and what I wouldn't have GIVEN to be apart of that chaos!!!! but I mean I figured there was still something to be posted w this so I really hope everyone enjoyed!! thank you so much for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any requests or anything like that please please send them in!

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8- “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

10- “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!”

It was the night of your work Christmas party, and even though you and Harry had been dating for close the three years and engaged for almost six months, tonight would be the first time he would meet any of your colleagues. They didn’t know you were seeing anyone, let alone Harry Styles or better yet engaged to Harry Styles. You were a private person, and this meant that you spent most of your time keeping to yourself at work and keeping out of the public eye as much as you could in terms of Harry. He understood that the spotlight wasn’t for everyone and so he respected your decision to keep your relationship private rather than going down the public route. He was also a private person for the most part. Of course tabloids would write about him incessantly, each month he was dating someone new, or perhaps he was gay, or perhaps he was bisexual. He had warned you what the tabloids would be like but you didn’t care for the media or their stories, never once looking at one. Unbeknownst to the two of you, your private life after tonight would be non-existent, with every aspect of it about to be thrust into the public eye.

You were finishing you hair and makeup and Harry was finishing a quick shower, you had laid out some clothes for him on the bed and put away the bright green and red suit that he wanted to wear, instead choosing a navy pin stipe tuxedo with a white shirt for him. When he returns to the bedroom from his shower he stops to look at the clothes on his bed, confused about where his Christmas themed tuxedo had vanished to “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!” There’s a bit of humour in his voice. “I thought you liked that suit, remember when I wore it to the band Christmas party last year, ya didn’t mind it then” you look up at him “No dear I think you’re memory might be a bit foggy from that night, I enjoyed taking that suit OFF of you more than anything else” his face turns red remembering the mischief the two of you got into last Christmas. “and I do like that suit, I just think it’s a bit too merry and bright for tonight, perhaps you can do a costume change when we get home?” He cocks his eyebrow in reply.

He doesn’t argue with you, he knows you enjoy his fashion sense but he also knows tonight is a big night for you. This is your first year as a partner at your firm and you want him to make a good impression. You don’t doubt that he will, you know he will be a big hit amongst both the men and the women at your firm. A hit with the men with his ability to talk business and politics, and a hit with the women because well, he’s Harry Styles.  Harry helps you with your coat, then grabs a hold of your hand as the two of you walk down stairs and outside only letting go to lock the door before escorting you to the car. He opens the door for you holding it whilst you get in before he walks to the other side of the car. He starts the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other back to begin intertwined with yours.  ____________________________________________________________

For the most part the Christmas party is a success, the decorations and food are perfect as is the venue. You make a mental note to send a bunch of thank-you flowers to each of the assistants who helped make it possible. Everyone enjoyed themselves. As you had assumed, Harry was a hit amongst everyone... he got on well with your male coworkers and as you suspected the women will made eyes at him for the entire night. For the most part the women were respectful, they would come and introduce themselves make a nice comment or two and then move on. But the group of interns who were young, naive and a bit rude as well as drunk weren’t so respectful. You were making your way back from the bathroom as you and Harry had prepared to head home when you saw them; two girls hanging off of him. He looked uncomfortable, but being the gentlemen that he is and not wanting to embarrass you he went with it.  You on the other hand, weren’t feeling very ladylike. As you approached him he pulls himself free from the girls and wraps both of his arms around your waist. “So how do the two of you know each other?” The youngest of the girls asks. “We’re together” you reply. They’re all clearly very shocked. “Wow, how long has this been a thing?”  You think about telling them to mind their business and to move away taking Harry with you, but something comes over you and the words that come out of your mouth next shock the girls, yourself and Harry. “We’ve been dating for three years and engaged for the last six months” you realise once the words leave your mouth that you’ve just exposed yourself. They congratulate the both of you and Harry takes lead of the conversation thanking them for their well wishes and wishing them a safe drive home as well as a happy holidays.

The two of you say your farewells to the rest of the senior staff, make your way to the parked cars and get in calling it a night after the incident. At first neither of you speak for a long time. It’s not out of anger though, he knows you need time to process what had just happened and he cares enough to give it to you. But he is the first to break the silence “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.” He says letting out a giggle as a small smirk appears on his face. “Well what was I supposed to do, let them continue to fawn over you for the rest of the night whilst I just watched?” Out of the two of you, you weren’t the one with jealous tendencies. This is the first time in almost three years that Harry has seem this side of you, the jealous side. He found it slightly amusing that you could handle reports of him cheating, dating models, having fans throw themselves on him. But the small group of interns from her work, who were clearly drunk and definitely feeling flirty, they were the straw that broke the camels back. The two of you continue on in the car silent for a few minutes, he drives with one hand on the wheel and the other holding your hand. “You know this means that our news is going to be out there now...” you nod your head at him. “How do you want to go about this?” You’re unsure what’s he means and he’s able to tell from the look on your face. “Well we could either do a press release and have some kind of control over the narrative from here on out, or we could just wait until it gets leaked...” he doesn’t push you for a reply, and you continue to drive in silence until you pull into the driveway. “Perhaps we should email your manager and have a statement made up” it was more of a statement rather than a question and even though he is relieved, he is for sure shocked at your decisio thought you would just leave it and not want to comment “are you sure?” You nod. “I’ll email my management  now to let them know” he makes his way out of his side and has reached where you are sitting before you even have time to open the door. When you’re out of the car he embraces you and plants his lips on yours. When the two of you break apart you look at him and say “How about that costume change?” A laugh booms out of his mouth as he takes a hold of your hand and leads you to the front door. Even though what’s to come might be crazy and chaotic, you have him and he has you, and that’s all you’ll ever need. 

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He desired her every minute of the day from the very first day, but today it was different. His body ached for her. He needed to have her. He needed to quench the thirst that was quietly growing within him for her.

Y/N looked breathtaking. She was wearing an ocher gown. Her hair was straightened back and delicately placed behind her ears.  Alessandro had given her a pair of earrings and a ring to accessorize, but her neck was bare.

“We should stay” were the first words out of his mouth as soon as his eye landed on her. Y/N laughed as she took a few more steps closer to him. “Fuck the opera and dinner. You look gorgeous”.

“So do you. Well — handsome” Harry chuckled, turning around he reached out for a jewelry box. He had gotten a few clues from Alessandro as to what her dress would look like and with them, he had sent made a personalized necklace to adorn her neck.

“I got you a present and there is no room for arguing about it” he warned her. “Turn around”. Harry loved how down-to-earth she always was, but he loved spoiling her and tonight was one of those occasions. He just wanted her to accept the necklace and wear it out.

Y/N turned on her feet. She gathered her hair in one hand, revealing her bare neck to him. Meanwhile, Harry gently took the necklace out of the box and carefully placed it on her. It was heavy due to the number of diamonds and white gold that he had asked to have.

“Harry…” she gasped as she looked at the necklace through a mirror. She couldn’t believe the beauty or how luxurious it was.

“Do you like it?” he asked kissing the back of her neck, instantly causing her skin to break out in goosebumps.

“It’s stunning” Y/N smiled, she felt like a princess, something straight out of a children’s book. Never had she expected anyone to treat it in such an adoring way. She would have never guessed the day she met Harry that he would be swiping her off her feet and making her fall head over heels for him.

She loved him.

And not because of the expensive things or the necklace, but because of his actions and the way he looked at her and the way he made her feel.

The world made her feel constantly like she was drowning like everything was caving in, and she was going against the flow. Her anxiety kept her up at night and made her hide in closets where she could suppress herself and cry in tranquility. But with Harry things were different. When she was with him the world didn’t seem like such a bad place and the anxiety and concerns became silly. He would listen to her and would try to produce multiple solutions knowing that it was the only way that she would be able to calm down.

Y/N would sometimes feel ashamed that she placed so much on him, and she would tell him and profoundly apologize. It was natural for her. She was used to... CONTINUED ON MY PATREON!

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I don’t read that much stuff on here but it’s so disappointing to see toxic/ abusive stuff or really sort of disturbing writing on here get like 500+ notes whereas really underrated blogs/ writers who are super creative and have the best writing get like 100/200 or less notes on there writing and 1 reblog.

This isn’t about any blog in particular, I’ve just seen a lot of messed up or disturbing stuff get super popular but some of the best stuff I’ve ever read only get 100 notes.

people preach support writers but then only read from the like 2 most popular blogs.

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