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narrycherries · 6 months

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living in a daydream (part3)

Harry helps you with your confidence, while treating you to a nice surprise.

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, smut, mature situations, cheating/affair

It was your first full day with Harry since your husband left for the week. You were beyond excited as you held onto Harry’s hand while you walked through a store. He was treating you to some new shoes and a purse, at this current location. Those were just a few of the things he wanted you to buy. You were a bit nervous, as you normally were when it came to spending his money on yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t let you get away from the stores without a bag or two.

“I dunno why you spend all this money on clothes for me.” You said with a smile as you ran your hand over a dress that was hanging on a rack. You didn’t want it, but you were tempted to feel the fabric as you passed by. “Especially since.. we’re always naked.”

He chuckled beside you, giving your hand a squeeze. “You can’t walk around naked, baby. I have to make sure you have clothes.”

“Don’t want anyone to see me naked, hm?”

He grunted. “Don’t even joke, darling. You know m’selfish.”

“I still hate that you spend so much money on me.” You sighed out just as he stopped you in front of the display of heels.

Harry completely ignored the attendant that was walking up to you and he turned to face you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. One of his hands settled in the small of your back, the other lifted to your jaw.

“You’re my girl, babe.” He mumbled to you, leaning his face into yours. “I love spoiling you and buying you pretty things. I have money, so why not use it? Besides.. I get to take these pretty clothes off of you.. so we might as well both enjoy them, yeah?”

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, mainly because there was a woman waiting a few feet away to assist you. Your hand pressed against his chest and you closed your eyes, moving your head so that your cheek was pressed against his. He didn’t mind.

“You’re the sweetest.” You pecked the corner of his jaw. “I love you.”

“Mmm, I love you more.” He gave your butt a quick squeeze before releasing you. “Now, try on some heels for me, peach.”

You let out a soft sigh as he stepped away from you and sat down on the small sofa in front of the shoe display. This store was one of his favorites to bring you to. They sold very nice things, and he always wanted you to have the best.

“After this we’re going to that cookie shop.” You gave him a stern lift of your brow as the woman grabbed a shoe that you quickly pointed to.

“Whatever you want to do, baby.”

“Mr. Styles, I usually don’t see you here during the week.” The woman gave him a polite smile. You recognized her, but didn’t remember her name.

He smiled back. “Took a few days off.”

“Well needed, i'm sure.”

“Definitely.” He nodded back.

“I.. I don’t like this.” You said with a frown as you stood up and looked at your feet in the big mirror.

Harry didn’t say anything, he only ever commented on what you tried on if you asked him directly. You slipped the shoes off and the attendant returned them to their shelf and picked up another pair instead. These were gold and sparkly with a strap around the ankle. You bit your cheek as you slid them on and secured the straps, trusting her judgement. These were nice.

“Oh.” You said, surprised that you liked the brightness of the shade of gold. “These are pretty.” You kicked your leg back, just watching the lights glimmer on the shoes. “Harry, do you like these?”

He rested his fingertips on his chin as he looked at the shoes, then up to your face. “They’re very sexy, doll.”

“Harry.” You huffed, hating when he did things like that in public - especially when the woman was literally standing next to you.

“I like them, yes.” He smirked, satisfied by teasing you.

“So these are a yes?” The woman asked as you took off the shoes.

“Yes, for sure.” You couldn’t hold back a smile. The shoes were beautiful, and they were quite comfortable, too.

“Are there any others you see that you want to try on?”

You looked at the display and pointed to the dark blues strappy heels. “Those, please.”

When she looked at them, she didn’t pick them up. “I’ll have to go grab your size.”

As she was walking away, Harry was getting impatient. He wasn’t annoyed by anything, he just wanted to be all over you.

“C’mere, babe.”

You sat down on his lap and he hummed, his arms wrapping around you. He was kissing your temple, wishing he could undress you and love on you.

“How many shoes do you want me to get?” You asked in a soft voice.

“Only what you want to get, baby doll.”

You sighed. “I just like the blue ones.. and the gold, of course.”

“Mm, okay. That’s fine with me.” He pecked your cheek. “What about the bags? Did you want to look at them?”

You shrugged, not interested in a new hand bag. “Can.. can we look at the.. jewelry?”

He chuckled, rubbing your waist with one hand and thigh with the other. “Baby, don’t be shy. We can look at whatever you want to.”

You lifted your arm and put it around his neck, your fingers falling into his sculpted hair. “I hate spending your money on stupid things.”

He shook his head. “It’s not stupid if you like it, baby.”

“I don’t need all this stuff.”

“But you want it, and I want you to have it.” His logic definitely wasn’t sound, but you didn’t want to argue so you just gave him a kiss instead.

“Harry.” You sighed back, still not convinced that spending his money was right.

“Here you go.” The woman returned with the shoes in your size.

You pecked Harry’s lips before standing up. He gently smacked your behind and your face went bright red. You ignored him though, in an attempt to not entertain his teasing.

You tried on the shoes and immediately fell in love with them. You smiled in the mirror, then turned to show Harry. He nodded, rubbing his fingers on his chin again.

“I’ll box these up for you.” The woman said as you started to take the shoes off. “Mr. Styles, are there any other items you’d like to see?”

“I think we want to look at the jewelry.” He said while standing up, fixing his sleeves.

It was hard for you to convince Harry to wear casual clothes while he went out, especially for a shopping day. But he can’t resist slipping on his fancy trousers and a long sleeve shirt that he always rolled up to his elbows.

“Would you like to see our public display or our more.. luxurious display?”

“Show me the expensive stuff.” Harry laughed gently as he slotted his fingers with yours.

“Will do.”

You both followed the woman towards the back of the store. You’ve seen the certain display she’s taking you to before, and you were always so shy when it came to picking something. Harry always insists that you get more than one thing, but you never actually did. You hated even getting that one thing, let alone multiple.

“I want you to get whatever you want, okay?” He said, squeezing your hand tight. “If you don’t pick stuff out, then I’ll do it for you.” The laugh he let out made you smile and shake your head.

“I’ll try.”

“Hm, try hard.” He kissed your temple just as you entered the back room.

“The cases are open. Feel free to try anything.” The attendant gestured to the display cases full of jewelry before she went over to the register in the corner to ring up the shoes.

“Rings, necklaces, bracelets.. what first, my love?” Harry moved his hand to the small of your back to guide you over to the glass cases.

“Necklaces.” You said in a soft mumble.

You happened to be right in front of the necklace case. Harry leaned his arm on it, looking down at the top shelf. That was where all the most expensive pieces were set out. He hummed, skimming over the diamonds and gemstones, wondering what you were eyeing.

“See anything you like, honey?” He asked, licking his lips as he looked over at you.

You were gazing down at a ruby necklace. You always loved the color of rubies. Harry’s first gift to you was a pair of ruby earrings that you adore more than anything. This necklace reminds you of the shape of them.

“The ruby one.. with the diamonds around it.” You whispered, blindly searching for his hand beside you.

He glanced down at your wandering hand and grabbed it, knowing you were getting a bit overwhelmed by doing this. Shopping was fun, but actually picking out and purchasing things always made you feel funny. It was almost like you were embarrassed and ashamed to ask him for anything. If he picked something out and gave it as a gift, then that was a different feeling for you. He was making the choices regarding his money in those instances.

“S’quite beautiful. Do you want to try it on?” He leaned closer to you, his voice deep and low.

You nodded to him, but didn’t look his way. You felt your stomach churning as he used his free hand to slide the front of the case open. With these displays, they lock in both the front and back. When customers are with an attendant, they always keep them unlocked for easier access.

“H-how much is it?” You nervously asked as he sat the box down on the glass so he could take it out.

“Doesn’t matter.” He shrugged while gently pulling the necklace out of the velvet box.

Harry stepped behind you so he could put the necklace around your back. He moved your hair to one shoulder and carefully laid the necklace on your skin. You grabbed the box while he was distracted and turned it over to see the price. You nearly choked as you saw the several digits.

“Harry, no.” You shook your head just as he secured the clasp and pulled your hair back over your back.

“Shh.” He kissed your temple, his arms slipping around your waist. “Don’t act like that.”

“It’s.. it’s almost six thousand dollars, Harry. It’s.. it’s a necklace.”

He chuckled gently, rubbing your stomach with one hand and your hip with the other. “I don’t care. You love it. I can tell.”

“Not that much.”

“Baby, i saw how your eyes were sparkling.. your lips fell open as soon as you saw it. You adore it, and.. and I want to get it for you. Don’t.. argue with me, okay?”

You stood silent for a second as you thought about everything all at once. If you were going to allow Harry to pay for a lawyer and for alimony and god knows what else, how much more could you possibly want to suck out of him? Six thousand dollars for a necklace?

“Please don’t.” You whispered under your breath, too nervous to say anything.

“Find something else, too. We can start stocking your vanity.” You could hear his smile.

Harry was always so excited to buy you things, whether it was a new pair of shoes or a bouquet of flowers. There wasn’t much he enjoyed more than spending money on you and giving you nice things. He had plenty of money, why would he want to be so stingy when it came to you? You just couldn’t understand it at all, why he would want to waste so much money on you. He loved you, simple as that.

“Nothing else.”

He grunted. “Baby.. you’ve gotten two pairs of heels.. and a necklace. That’s hardly anything.”

“From here, Harry. I’ve got other bags.” You reminded him, laying your hand over his. “I don’t want anything else.”

“You haven’t even looked at anything else.. just this one shelf.” He shot back quickly, wanting you to stop being so stubborn and just find something else.

“I don’t want anything else. I wanted a necklace.. and I got one.”

He huffed. “You’re being bratty, doll.”

“No, m’not.” You frowned. “I just don’t want anything else from here.”

Harry opted not to argue any further and told the woman that he was ready to check out. You kept quiet by his side the entire time, watching the price jack up on the screen of the register. No words came from you at all as Harry grabbed the bags and then your hand, ready to guide you to the next location.

Thankfully, he remembered what you asked for earlier. You were heading straight to the cookie shop. Harry didn’t mind stopping to get a snack, as long as you were content, he was fine with anything. You were glad that before going into the previous store, Harry ran your other bags to his car so you wouldn’t have to lug them around. You took the shoe bag from his hands so he could get out his wallet, there wasn’t much of a line to wait in. You dropped the small jewelry bag into the larger bag, your heart dropping at the thought of losing it.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, his eyes trailing over the menu on the wall.

“Um, let me look.” You leaned closer to him, your eyes peering down at the display cases. “A chocolate chip and a peanut butter one. And… a water.”

“Alright.” He breathed out as he stepped up to the counter.

You took the opportunity to sit down at one of the small tables. Your feet were starting to hurt from walking around so much and trying on different shoes. A yawn suddenly came from your mouth, making you bring your hand up to shield it. You watched Harry as he ordered and paid for the cookies. He waited patiently as the woman sat them all in a box and grabbed the drinks, he also got water.

When he came back to you, you were about to stand up, but he took a seat across from you instead. He slid the box over to you and sat your water in front of you, as well. You smiled when he glanced at you, but you noticed something was off. You swallowed a lump as you opened the box and took out one of your cookies. You noticed he got a few more than you had requested, and some that you assumed he wanted himself - but you didn’t say anything.

“You look tired.” He said in a sigh.

“Just a little.” You shrugged, not realizing it was noticeable - but then again, he knew you so well.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked, rolling in his lips as he stared at you.

“We don’t have to.” You shook your head.

Harry gave you that look he always gave you when he knew you were lying. You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, biting into the cookie you were holding. He licked his lips, and watched you for a moment, before speaking again.

“We can go home.”

You nod, not really feeling like arguing - especially since you actually wanted to go home. “When are we looking at houses?” You ask curiously, remembering that the man had to cancel for Saturday’s plans.

“Sunday. Is that good with you?”

“Mhm. He gets home Sunday night.” You smiled at the thought of a long week with Harry.

“Perfect.” He smiled back. “We’re going to up to the lake on Wednesday morning, staying til Saturday evening.”

“Really? I love it up there!” You grinned from ear to ear, happiness radiating off of you.

Harry chuckled. “I know, bunny. That’s why we’re going.”

You sighed. “I don’t have any sundresses. You know I love wearing those up there.”

“We can run by your house and get you some.”

Your eyes went wide as his offer. “My house? You.. you can’t go there, Harry.”

He smirked. “You can go in, darling. I’ll wait in the car.”

The thought of Harry being seen on the security cameras made your gut wrench. You kept your feelings and worries to yourself and just gave him a nod, continuing to eat your cookie like nothing was wrong. He kept on watching you, and it was sort of worrying you more than it should’ve.

“What?” You asked, taking a sip of your water.

“Just thinking about.. the little show you’re going to give me when we get home.” He bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes trained only on you.

“I think you just like watching me get naked.” You giggled gently, kicking his foot under the table. “You don’t care about the clothes.”

“I care.” He lowered his brows and smiled at you. “But.. I do enjoy seeing you change. It’s quite the show, my love.”

You twirled around in the middle of his bedroom, the pretty dress you picked out flared up in the breeze you created. Harry smiled as he saw how flattering the light blue color was against your skin. The fabric was soft and loose around your waist, but it fit nice against your chest. The straps were thin, the neckline low enough to show your collarbones, but not too much cleavage.

“S’very pretty, baby.” He gave you a nod.

You walked the short distance to the chair in the corner of the room where he sat, by the closet door. You grabbed his hand off the arm of the chair and sat it against your hip.

“It’s really soft.” You mumbled, looking down at his hand.

He squeezed your hip, then rubbed his hand over the fabric. “Mhm. It’s beautiful on you.”

You shrugged your shoulders cutely at him before going back to the bed. Harry licked his lips slowly as he watched you pull the fabric over your head and lay it out on the bed, knowing you would properly hang it up once you were done. Next was the dress that Harry insisted you get. It was low cut in the front and quite short at the bottom. You wiggled into it, trying to seem as comfortable as possible. The big mirror by the bathroom door was the only help you were getting as of now.

Once you had your chest adjusted, and the fabric pulled down as far as it’ll go, you turned to face him. Instantly, his smirk grew larger and his finger motioned for you to spin around. So you did, slowly so that he could see every part of you. The dress was stunning, you definitely liked it - but you wondered if it was a good fit for you. Did this style match your vibe? You weren’t sure.

“C’mere.” Harry gestured to you.

“It’s a bit snug.” You mumbled as you reached behind you, trying to pull it down further on your thighs. It was hardly covering the area where your legs met your butt. “Is it supposed to be this tight?”

When you reached him, Harry grabbed your waist and rotated you around, your backside facing him. You heard him moving in the chair as he sat up to get a better look. He pinched the hem of the dress between his fingers and gave it a hard tug. You grunted as you felt pressure release off your stomach and your butt.

“There. It was bunched up.” He said with a gentle laugh as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, this is better.” You nodded as you faced him now, looking down at your chest. It was more exposed than you usually aimed for, but that was okay for now.

“Gorgeous.” He gazed up at you, his pupils blown out.

You knew what that meant. He hadn’t been drinking anything, he was completely sober - but he was full of lust. He bit the inside of his cheek as you naturally sat your hand on your waist and pushed your hip out, eyes watching his closely.

“And where am I supposed to wear this to?” You asked, lifting a brow.

“In this room.” He winked. “Whenever I can finally take you out.. whenever you want, baby.”

Your eyes rolled as you went back to the bed to get the final piece of clothing you had bought, another dress. Harry watched you somewhat patiently as you got yourself out of the dress. You grabbed the next one and slipped it on. This was fairly simple to do since it was loose fitting all over, the straps about an inch thick. It was more modest than the other two, but it was still cute.

“Precious.” Harry smiled.

“You don’t like this one.”

He sighed. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“Mhm, sure.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “My boobs aren’t showing… it’s not glued against my ass.”

“Hey, stop.” Harry frowned at your words. “You look beautiful in anything you put on, baby, whether your tits are out or not.”

You didn’t bother going over to him. You were tired anyways and just wanted to put on something comfortable. You took off the dress and laid it on top of the other ones. Harry realized you were finished, so he stood up and came over to you. He took the dresses and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Wait til I get back.” He grunted as you started to unclasp your bra.

“Hurry then.” You said with a bit of sass, making him smack your butt.

Harry was quick to put the dresses away in the closet. He knew he didn’t put them in the places you wanted, but you could fix that later. Besides, you organized all of the time in there so it’s no big deal. When he came back to you, his hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you against him, your butt hitting his crotch.

“Let me do it.” He insisted, reaching up to grab the hook.

You sighed. “This doesn’t mean m’gonna do anything, baby.”

He chuckled in your ear as he worked the hook out of the loop. “I’ll change your mind, baby doll.”

Once your bra was on the floor, he slid his arms around your stomach and let his hand wander down to your panties. You felt tingles running through you as his lips peppered kisses on the side of your neck, and his hand began to go lower, his fingertips softly touching the material of your underwear.

“Can’t believe you’re mine, baby girl, can’t believe i get to touch and kiss and love on such a beautiful thing.” Harry was whispering to you, knowing exactly how to coax you in. “Gorgeous tits.. perfect ass.. and this pussy, god.” Harry’s fingers massaged your clit through your underwear.

“Harry.” You sighed out, closing your eyes as you felt the sparks in your chest and the shudders of pleasure run through your body.

“S’good, baby?” He asked, a smirk over his lips as you let out a breathy moan.

You didn’t answer him, but he didn’t worry too much about that. You weren’t always verbal or very loud when you had sex, mainly because your husband didn’t allow or entertain any of that. Harry has gotten you to come out of your shell in the past, but he was okay with you being more modest with what you said. He knew he’d change things for good eventually, once you were officially his and you wouldn’t have to worry about being quiet in that damn storage room..

“Harry.” You muttered, grabbing his wrist.

He figured you were just wanting to touch him, but he grunted as you pulled his hand away from your crotch. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He immediately asked.

“I’ve missed you.” You said as you turned to face him, your hand sliding onto his neck. “I.. I wanna put you in my mouth.”

When the smile toyed on your lips, Harry felt his dick twitch. It was rare that you said things so bluntly like that, but he didn’t mind. You were too tired to have sex last night - so he’s definitely missed you just as much.

“Babe, I wanna touch you.” He chuckled. “Can you be patient for me?”

You huffed. “I.. I guess. M’just tryna.. be.. sexier.” You looked down at his chest, thinking you were over doing it and making a fool of yourself.

“Hey.” He grabbed your chin to lift your head back. “You’re the sexiest human on this planet, baby. You don’t have to try.”

“I.. I mean like.. doing different things.. saying things.. like we talked about.”

Both of his hands slid onto your waist, ignoring the fact you were half naked and he was fully clothed. He pressed his lips against your temple, feeling the softness of your skin. For a moment, you were completely flustered and worried that you ruined the mood.

“Do.. do you re-remember?”

“I remember, baby, of course I do.” His lips moved down to your ear. “I remember everything we’ve done together, every word you’ve said.”

You groaned softly as he pulled you against him, your hands tightening on the fabric of his shirt. You wished you could feel his skin, but you were too nervous to make any moves. You haven’t been this nervous with him since the very start of your relationship.

“Whatever you wanna try.. just tell me, or do it.. I’m not going to deny you of anything.” He told you as he pulled back, his eyes looking down into yours.

You knew you could trust him with anything, so why were you worrying over this? Without saying anything, you pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his trousers. He lowered his hand to your hip to squeeze you, watching closely as you bit your lip - the buttons getting undone now.

“I want to be more confident.. you always do all the work.” You mumbled to him, distracting yourself with the buttons.

“How about we.. try some dirtier talk, hm?” Harry said in a light voice as you tried to push his shirt off of his arms. He took over and got rid of the fabric.

You nod to him. “If you want.”

He smirked gently, but returned his hands to your waist as you started to mess with his belt. You were getting frustrated with the buckle, it kept getting stuck. He grabbed your hand and moved it to his bulge, pressing hard so you’d be able to feel him. You began to grope him as he worked on getting the belt loose and his pants undone. You kept massaging his bulge, pulling grunts from his throat. Ever since the beginning of your intimacy with him, you’ve struggled with making the first move - even when it came to grabbing him. He always guided you, always helped.

Before you realized it, he was naked and his hands were roaming your body, his mouth latching into yours. It had felt like ages since you felt his body moving against yours - skin on skin, creating a new warmth between you.

He threw you on the mattress, climbing on top of you and rubbing his erection against your belly, wishing he was deep in you. A breathless moan left your mouth as he moved his dick between your legs, now rubbing it on your slit.

“Mm, fuck.” Harry grunted as his lips moved to meet yours. “So wet for me, baby.”

You tensed up slightly, and he noticed. He let it slide though, because what could possibly be wrong? This wasn’t the first time you’ve warmed up this way, you actually love it when he does that.

He was going to let it go unmentioned until he felt your hands go frigid on his body, like you had turned to stone. He gave you a grunt as he pulled away from your neck.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He froze, not wanting to keep going if you weren’t liking it

When he looked down at you, you got a fearful gleam in your eyes. “I.. nothing.”

“Do you not like that? I’ve.. I’ve said that before.” You could tell he was confused, but more concerned than anything else

“No.. I just..” you shook your head as your eyes fell shut.

His lips began pecking your cheek, soft and slow touches. “If you aren’t comfortable, I need you to tell me.” When you grunted, he kissed the corner of your mouth before leaning back up.

“It’s not you.. it’s me.” You mumbled, feeling embarrassed for no reason. “I don’t know.. what to say.”

You’ve said things like that to him several times, but going further than that, filthier - well, you were nervous and unsure.

“If you don’t want to say anything, you don’t have to. I’ll do it.. so you can get used to it.” He says with a smile. “You’re extremely tense, darling. Do you want me to get some wine or something?”

You were getting even more agitated. “I don’t need wine.”

“Okay, okay.” He lifted his brows as you looked at his eyes, they were soft and filled with concern. “What can I do?”

He was slightly thrown off guard when you reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, his mouth on yours. He moved in sync with you, letting his tongue find shelter in your mouth for a long, long moment. You wanted to get lost in him, feel him all over your body and just melt together. Yet, you were struggling to fight your nerves.

When you pulled back from him, you directed his head towards your neck. He didn’t hesitate to start a trial of sloppy kisses and gentle sucks until he reached your shoulder. You were running your hands through his hair, the other holding onto his shoulder.

The feeling of his teeth sinking into your delicate skin made you shudder, eyes closing as you soaked up the moment. As he did it for the third time, biting down and sucking on the area just seconds after, a spark lit up your chest. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled him up. He grunted, smirking as he caught a glimpse of your face before you attached your lips to his jaw.

You let the instincts kick in as you sucked marks up his jaw, moving down to his neck. His hand snaked down between your bodies, his fingertips circling over your clit. You moaned softly in his ear as you took a second to breathe. Harry squeezed your hip as hard as he could as he felt your teeth nibbling at his skin.

“Markin’ me up good, hm, baby doll.”

“You’re mine.” You whispered against his skin, your tongue sliding over the teeth marks you left on the side of his neck.

“Gon’ make sure everyone knows, yeah?” He kissed your skin softly, rubbing you with more pressure now. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You groaned as he sped up his fingers. Your head fell back against the mattress and your eyes found his. You held onto his hair with one hand while the other was on his side. He licked his lips as your mouth fell open, another moan coming out.

“Baby, can I try something?” He asked, gently raising his brows.

“Mhm, whatever you want.” You smiled back, pecking his chin.

He dropped his forehead on yours, eyes watching closely. You grunted, eyes squeezing shut. A familiar feeling was bubbling in your stomach and rising up through your chest. You sucked in a breath, eyes as tight as ever.

“Harry.” You gasped, on the verge of your release.

He suddenly pulled his fingers away and your stomach dropped. Your eyes shot open and you looked very confused.

“I.. I didn’t-“

“I know.” He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth. “It’s called edging.. it’ll make your orgasm way better.”

“You’re cruel.” You said through a laugh.

“Is it okay? I won’t do it unless you wanna.”

You thought about how you wanted to do more things with him. Knowing that he was wanting to do the same was very encouraging and it made you feel confident. You grabbed onto his nape, eyes barely opened as you looked at him.

“You can do it.. but only sometimes. Now is fine.”

He smirked. “You make the rules, darling.”

“I want you.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He moved his mouth down to your ear. “Want my fingers.. my mouth?”

“Want your mouth.” You muttered back, kissing his jaw.

He grabbed your arms and moved them down onto the bed. He then took your wrists and held your arms down, his mouth peppering kisses down your collarbone and chest. You gasped as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and licking over your hardened nub.

“Need you, please.” You huffed as he moved to your other breast.

“Patience, my love.”

Harry kept your arms down as he kissed a trail towards your mound. You giggled softly as his touch tickled your stomach. He noticed of course and gave you a swipe of his tongue around your navel. You grunted, wiggling your fingers against his arm. He let you take his hand, tangling his fingers with yours and you squeezed him tight.

“Pretty please.” You mumbled through a whine, staring down at him as he teased his lips against the spot above your slit.

“Want my mouth, baby doll?” He lifted his brows as he gazed up at you, in awe at the curves of your body - the swell of your breasts.

“Yes, please, please give me your mouth.” You managed to get your fingers around his wrist where you sunk your nails in deep.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Make you cum for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Harry.. please.” You were trying to control your breathing but it was all over the place.

He didn’t tease you any longer. He let go of your wrist and wrapped his arm around your thigh, his fingers spreading your womanhood, exposing the pink flesh and the small folds. He licked his lips and let your skin go. He didn’t like to hold you open too much, sometimes his finger pressure would make bruises and he hated seeing those down there.

The moment his mouth touched you, you let out a heavy moan. He chuckled against you, vibrations racing through your body. You grabbed onto his hair and began pulling at his roots. His tongue was swiping through you, wetting your skin more than it already was.

“Oh, baby.” You whined, pulling his hair as you watched him lap up your juices, taking long moments to suck you into his mouth. “Fuck, Ha-Harry.”

He felt his cock twitch as your head fell back and your back arched off the bed. He used his free hand to hold your pelvis down on the bed. You immediately grabbed his forearm and began scratching him. He grunted as he sucked on your nub.

“Harry, Harry, Harry!” You were practically screaming as he aucked as hard as he could on your clit. “Edge me.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure if he actually wanted to torture you like that. But, as you drug your nails down his arm to his fingers, grasping them as tight as you could, he knew you were close and you were about to come undone.

“Please! Just once! Please, Harry!” You were begging at this point, wanting to experience it like he suggested minutes ago. “Oh, fuck.”

That last little whine made him grunt and pull his face away from your pussy. You groaned, cupping yourself as you felt the bubbles shatter - the feelings so strong, but unable to burst the way you needed them to.

Harry moved your hand out of the way and spread you again, looking at the redness he created and the soaking wet mess you made - your entrance oozing with sweetness. He let you go, but kept his hand on your mound as he looked up at you.

Your hand was pushing into your hair, your breathing was quick and sharp. It was easy to see that you had gotten built up so high, but it was taken away from you.

“I dunno if I like doing that to you.” He said with a soft laugh, crawling back above you.

When his lips met yours, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him, knowing you’d taste yourself. He was surprised when you grabbed his jaw and swirled your tongue around his chin, gathering the wetness that was on his skin. He found that extremely hot, making him groan and squeeze either side of your waist.

“Tastes good, hmm?” He smirked against your mouth, knowing you were enjoying these more intimate moments.

“Mhm.. M’sure you agree.” You whispered back, your eyes barely opened.

“Wanna taste some more?” He asked as his arm moved downwards, his fingertips slipping into your slit.

You hummed at the feeling and he licked over his bottom lip as his two fingers were trapped in the hot warmth of your skin, soaking wet. He circled his fingers around and slid them through your folds, making little sparks go up your spine in the process. When he brought his hand up to you, he leaned up so he could watch. While you had done this while being alone, you hadn’t ever done it with him.

You opened your mouth, inviting his fingers in. He felt precum forming on his tip as you sucked his fingers and swirled your tongue around them, cleaning them free of your flavor.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He huffed, swallowing hard as you released his fingers. “Good, hm? See why I love your pussy so much, angel?”

You smirked, letting a soft giggle come out. Just as he moved his arm to make a second trip down there, you grabbed him and shoved his arm away - while letting yours go down your body and in between your legs. He was practicing laying on your right thigh, resting his weight. But you were able to easily get to your slit, where you coated your own two fingers. A moan came from you as your wrist rubbed your clit.

Harry smirked, watching your face contort as pleasure burst in small, sudden sessions. When you brought your hand back, he groaned as he saw how wet it was - almost more than his had been. He thought you were going to stick your fingers in between your own lips, but he realized he was wrong as your other hand grabbed his jaw and you brought your fingers to his lips.

He let out another groan before opening his mouth, your fingers slipping in so easily. You were throbbing between your legs as he sucked on your fingers, wrapping his tongue around them, cleaning your skin off.

“You’re so hot.. love watching you taste me.” You whispered.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, his cock was aching with every word you said. You giggled lightly, your hand falling to his neck. He kept your fingers in his mouth, grabbing your wrist to maneuver the other two into his mouth. You watched with glazed over eyes, lust filling every inch of you.

He sucked on your digits for a few long moments, then you withdrew them from his mouth. You bit down on your lip as you reached down and searched for his cock. He shifted slightly, allowing you better access. When you wrapped your fingers around his tip, he moaned and instinctively bucked his hips.

“Harry.”

“Hmm?” He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Your hand slid to his nape and you held him tight. “Can.. can you.. um.” You got nervous suddenly, which made you irritated.

Harry quickly kissed your cheek a few times, distracting you from the upset feelings. “Whatever you want, baby doll. Just tell me, or show me.” He encouraged you, knowing you needed that.

You nod softly, then press your own lips to his skin. You just wanted to kiss his cheek and his jaw for a few moments. He let you do whatever you wanted of course.

“Just want you to rub against me.. then I want you in my mouth.” You said in a soft tone, your eyes closed even though he wished you were looking at him.

“Hm, like this?” He asked as he adjusted his cock between your legs, resting it on your slit.

You nod, nails sinking into his nape. “Please.”

Harry started moving his hips, dragging his length against your wet skin. You moaned as his tip shoved itself against your clit. He couldn’t help but smile as your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open - every hit against your nub made you go further and further into the pleasure. You were over the moon.

“My baby must want my cock to taste like her pretty pussy, hm?”

Harry’s words made you gasp, along with a nice clit stimulation. He chuckled, playfully swiping his tongue up your jaw.

“Mhm, wanna taste us at the same time.” You said, your breath fanning the side of his face.

He kept up a good pace, rubbing his heavy cock against your pussy. You were loving every second of it. Thankfully, he always did this before slipping into you, but this time he wouldn’t be going straight in after. You squealed as his tip nudged your clit hard then rubbed over it.

“Ooh, baby.” He cooed at you. “Your little nub is sensitive, hm?”

You nodded, lifting your other hand to his shoulder. “The.. the edging.. works.” You breathed out.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Gonna edge me, baby? Make me feel so good.. then take it all away?”

Your eyes opened as curiosity flowed through you. “Wan’ me to?”

He smirked, in awe at your eagerness and surprise. “Mhm. Unless you want me to cum in your mouth.”

Your stomach bubbled as he said that. You’ve tasted him plenty of times, but it was rare that your mouth was filled with his seed - normally he just did it in your pussy or on your stomach if you didn’t want to be messy. You would always wipe it up and taste it if it were on your stomach, so you knew you definitely loved it.

“Can you.. uh, will you be able to cum again.. in me?”

He smiled. “Are you doubting my abilities?”

You giggled as he pecked several kisses against your cheek. “I don’t wanna make you overdo it.”

“I can definitely do it twice, baby doll. Want me to fill your mouth and your pretty pussy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, sucking on your cheek. “Wanna be full.”

He groaned, loving this newfound confidence and filth you had. “Full of my cum, yeah? I’ll fill you up, baby girl.”

You moaned softly, your fingertips trailing to the side of his neck. “Love it when you call me that.”

“I know.. such a sexy thing you are, baby.” Harry looked at you for a moment, even glancing down at your breasts.

“I wanna use my mouth now.” You said with a gentle pout of your lips.

Harry made sure to kiss you nice and slow, his tongue wiping against yours as your arm wrapped around his neck. His cock was still against your pussy, but it still felt so nice to have him there. He was being so considerate and patient with you right now - letting you easily explore new phrases and let out your dirty thoughts. You felt so loved, so appreciated.

“Now, please.” You mumbled as you pulled away from his mouth.

His hands went onto the mattress, pushing himself above you. “How do you wanna do it? On your knees or what, baby?”

You thought for a second, then touched his chest. “Lay down.”

He lifted his brows, but didn’t hesitate to move onto the bed beside you. He put an arm under his head as he watched you move onto your knees. You were slightly unsure about this, but you wanted to at least try.

“Is.. is it okay like this?” You asked as you got between his legs and laid down, your arms resting on his thighs.

“Are you comfortable like that?” He asked sweetly, always wanting you to be happy.

You nod back to him and he smiled. You grabbed his dick with one hand and pressed your other against his hip bone.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your hand, baby.” He said as the drool was pooling in the corners of his mouth - he was rock hard.

You smiled cutely and pressed a kiss to the slit on his tip. He twitched in your grip and grunted hard. Harry’s reactions always made your stomach bubble. He was so hot and everything he did was so good, so attractive.

“Gonna suck me off, baby? Use that pretty mouth on me?”

His filthy words made your pussy tingle. “Mhm, make you feel so good.”

As you closed your mouth around his tip, he let out a moan and closed his eyes for a second, not wanting to miss the beautiful sight.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” He grunted.

You kept on sucking him into your mouth, going about half way. Harry never forced you to go to a certain point, mainly because he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. He always let you take control and do whatever you wanted.

He was loving every second of this. You’d release him from your mouth to take a quick breath, then start twirling your tongue around the tip, then going up and down his length. Squeezing the base, holding it tight as you sucked. He was in Heaven.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck..” Harry groaned as you started pushing him further into your mouth.

He watched in awe as you sat up some so you could easily take him down your throat. He nearly burst as your nose hit his trimmed pubes, your throat enclosing around him. He heard you grunt and felt your throat reacting to being full. He grabbed your hair gently and tried to pull you up.

“Baby, please don’t hurt yourself.” He said with a sigh as you ignored his efforts.

You held him for a few more seconds before your body couldn’t handle it anymore. You took him from your mouth and gasped for air immediately. He rubbed his thumb against your swollen lip, wishing you’d listen to him. You rested your head in his hand as you worked on pumping his length, knowing your mouth needed a break.

“Did.. did I do good?” You asked as innocently as ever, your eyes moving up to his for approval.

He hooked his thumb in the corner of your mouth. “You did so good, my baby. So, so good. But.. don’t wan’ you to hurt yourself, yeah?”

You nod softly, humming as his thumb moves to press down on your tongue. He was loving this dirty action, you both were so comfortable saying and doing all these things you hadn’t really done before. He realized that he loved hearing you ask for praise. God he loved that so much. He figured he should tell you afterward, because it seemed that you liked it just as much.

“Always so good with your mouth.” He assured you as you kept pumping him. “Love it when you squeeze me, babe.”

His thumb slipped out of your mouth, but rested on your chin. “Mm, m’so..” You didn’t finish your sentence because a moan came out i stead. Harry noticed you were moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the bed. He grunted, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Rub your pussy on my leg, baby. Make yourself feel good.” He suggested with a deep breath, your grip was so tight on him.

You smiled, silently thanking him for saying that. You let his cock go for a moment to throw your leg over his and basically straddle his shin. You moaned as you lowered your hips and felt your clit rub against his skin. The hairs on his leg provided you some friction and it was like Heaven.

Harry was so far gone now - his girl was sucking and tugging on his cock while rubbing her cunt on his leg, making herself feel nice while giving him pleasure. He was eating it up.

“Your pretty pussy’s so wet, baby.” He said with a chuckle as you looked up at him, your hand wrapped around his cock now.

“Can’t wait to be full.” You whispered, biting your lip as he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groaned. “Keep talkin’ like that and m’gonna cum.”

You giggled softly and decided to just tease him while gripping him tight. “It feels so good.. rubbing on you.” You pressed down harder against his leg.

“Yeah?” He raked his fingers through your hair, grabbing the side of your face. “You just love putting that sweet pussy all over me, hm?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

He groaned as you squeezed his base. “Oh, baby. So close.”

You aucked on your lip as you pumped him quick and hard, making sure to tighten your grip at the base and the tip. He was a moaning mess, his fingers wrapped in your hair as you brought him to the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” Harry gently knocked your hand away and you knew what that meant. It had been so long since you did this, but you surely hadn’t forgot how.

You aucked his tip into your mouth and held him tbere as your hand pumped the rest of his length.

“Oh. Fuck, baby.. m’gonna fill you up.”

He grunted hard and you watched his belly contort as the pleasure whipped through him. Within seconds, he was spilling into your mouth - thick stripes of cum covering your tongue. You hummed around him, making him shudder.

“Oh, baby girl.” He muttered in between moans, shooting a thick, heavy load into your mouth.

The taste was filling your senses, the weight of his cock against your tongue was comforting. You adored him in every way, especially in his most vulnerable moments like this.

You swallowed as much as you could with him in your mouth. His hand fell from your head and his head hit the pillow, his breathing heavy and deep as he tried to come back down. You gently pulled him out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip, cleaning him off completely. You swiped up the little droplet that has fallen down his length, making him groan loudly.

Once you were satisfied with the clean up, you started to move, intending on laying down beside him but he grabbed your arm to halt you.

“Get on me, babe.” He said, glancing down at his rock hard cock.

“Harry.” You mumbled, a bit of shyness in your tone. “I.. I don’t like being on top.”

He leaned up on his elbow, just to be a little closer to you. “Don’t have to fuck me like that, babe. Just wanna do some things with you.”

You smiled sweetly. “Things?”

He gave you a smirk and sat all the way up, his legs bending at the knees to get comfortable. His heavy hand moved to your waist while the other reaches for your hand.

“C’mon, wanna tease you a bit.”

You lifted a brow. “Teasing is mean, bubby.”

“Oh, but you love it so much.” He grinned back, his fingertips grabbing your nipple suddenly. “Trust me, baby doll, I won’t torture you.”

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call it what you want✨part1

Harry is your best friend, but one day things started to change..

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, bestfriends to lovers trope, fluff, smut implied/mentioned

It all happened very innocently, out of the blue and probably due to the built up tension between you two. It was a cool fall day, nearly a year ago, when your big group of friends decided to play a friendly game of baseball together. It was a Saturday afternoon, you were playing your second game of the day. Everyone was having fun, especially your brother and his best friend, Harry, who both love the sport. Harry went to college on a sports scholarship, as did your brother, so they were both very active. A few of your other friends have always played the game growing up, including yourself, so it was always a good time whenever you all planned a game.

But that particular game will always be lingering in your mind. You were running when you caught a bad cramp in your thigh. Harry wasn’t on your team, he was actually trying to get you out when you tumbled over and started crying. Everyone instantly became worried - fearing you broke your leg. But Harry reacted the quickest, and the calmest.

He tossed his glove onto the ground and made the short distance to you, dropping to his knees instantly. His hands grabbed your face and he tilted your head so he could see you.

“Hey, peach, are you okay? Did you twist your ankle?” He asked in a sweet tone, his eyes skimming your lower half for any obvious breaks or bruising.

You shook your head and grabbed the back of your thigh. “Hurts.” You muttered back.

“Pulled a muscle, yeah? I know that hurts. Want me to get you up?”

A whimper came from your mouth as you nodded. His arms went around you and he picked you up off the ground. Your arm flew on his neck, whining began to erupt as you realized it hurt to put pressure on your leg.

“Everything okay?” Austin, your brother, appeared at your side.

You weren’t sure if he had been there the whole time or not, because whenever Harry was around all you could focus on was him. And he had been talking so sweetly to you, his big hands touching you gently. You were lost in a trance.

It wasn’t uncommon. Harry and you were close, due to his friendship with your brother. You hung out a lot more with each other than others did in the group. He was your best friend these days, not really your brother’s anymore. It was platonic, though.

“I dunno.” You sighed, eyes shifting to Harry’s. “I can’t walk.”

“Want me to get her?“ Austin asked.

Harry shook his head and suddenly swept you off your feet. “I got her.”

He carried you to the dug out while the game started back up. You weren’t bothered by not being able to play. You felt horrible, your leg ached like it was on fire. Harry sat down on the bench and sat you on his lap. You were still holding onto his neck, fingers tangled in his long hair. It wasn’t unusual for you two to sit this way - but normally it was in private. Like on the couch as you watched a movie or the nights Harry gets drunk and you look after him - he’s very clingy with you and always, always wants to hold you. But now, in front of all your friends and your brother, this was different. You figured everyone would brush it off and just blame your injury and slightly dramatic reaction.

“Feels like my leg is gonna fall off.” You said with a pout as Harry rested his hand on top of your hurting thigh.

He chuckled, squeezing your waist for a moment. “M’sure it’s fine, doll. Just a cramp.”

“What if I can’t walk tomorrow?”

He smiled, leaning closer to you to lower his voice. “I’ll stay with you tonight. Take good care of you, yeah?”

“Please, bubby. It hurts so bad.”

He pressed a comforting kiss to your temple. “M’gonna give you a massage when we get home. Make it better, promise.”

You nodded back. “You’re the best.”

“Mhm, I know.” He smirked as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Still cocky, though.”

Harry insisted on going back to his apartment instead of yours that night. He had a drawer system he was building for his room and he wanted to get it done this weekend. So you went to his place, not minding staying there for the night. You were curled up in his bed, the soft blanket you picked out months ago wrapped around your body.

You always slept so comfortably in his bed - ever since that time he assured you nothing had happened in this particular bed and no other girl had ever been in it. The idea of you laying where someone’s naked body had been, even if the sheets were clean, was weird. You took a little pride in knowing you were the only person who’s been in his room.

“Are you done yet?” You whined as he walked back into the room. The dresser he was building was finished now and in its new place, yet he was still walking around occupying himself. “Harry.”

He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. “Few minutes, darling.”

“I miss you.” You mumbled into the pillow, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I’ll take a nap with you in a minute.”

You grunted. “Gotta rub my leg first.”

A shudder rippled through your body as you felt his weight press down on the bed, his lips against your forehead. “I know, sweet girl.” He pressed a kiss to your skin. “Five minutes, okay?”

“Four.”

He chuckled. “Five.”

“Three.” You pushed your luck.

Harry couldn’t resist it. He smiled against your skin. “Three, lovey. I promise.”

You always got what you wanted when it came to Harry. It made you feel special and loved - he cared more than anyone else about you. You kept your eyes closed as you felt him move away. You didn’t want to bother him because that would ultimately increase the time he had to stay away from you. So, you let him be and laid there silently, waiting as patiently as you could manage.

—

Harry was your favorite person to be around. Sometimes, you forget that he hasn’t always been your favorite person. You met Harry when you were thirteen and he was fifteen. He was the new kid at school, from a different country, but he was great at sports so he fit right in. He met your brother, Austin, and they became best friends. He was always over at your house on the weekends and during summer breaks. You used to argue with him over any little thing - more than you did with your own brother.

It was like that for a couple years. He would just join in on Austin picking on you, you’d get aggravated and tell them off to your parents. It all changed when you were eighteen.

You were at a party with your friends, and Harry and Austin just so happened to be there with their friends, too. This was before your two groups mixed together. A guy decided he wanted to flirt with you and when you didn’t return his behavior, he got touchy.

Harry had been watching your encounter from across the room, without you being aware of that. Austin went to do something, leaving Harry in charge of keeping an eye on you. It was an unspoken rule between the two of them - something even you didn’t know. The moment the guy’s hand grabbed your butt, and you shoved his chest in an attempt to get away, Harry knew what was happening. He shot through the crowd. His big hand grabbed your waist and he pulled you away from the guy and into his body instead. You were about to freak out, scared out of your mind, until you looked down at the arm around your stomach and saw some familiar tattoos. It was Harry.

“Back the fuck off.” He said coldly to the guy, eyes full of anger.

Your nails sunk into his wrist, wishing he could just sweep you away. But Harry loved confrontation- and he wasn’t about to let this guy get away with anything. Besides, you were only eighteen. It was the first big party you’ve been to, Harry knew you were going to be vulnerable.

“Gettin’ selfish, Styles? Didn’t know you were fuckin’ Austin’s sister.” The guy laughed, the realization immediately hit you - this guy knew Harry and your brother. “Does he know?”

“Fuck off before I shove your head through the fuckin’ floor.”

“Do it, then. Know you like to fight, Styles. Let’s go,”

Harry dropped his arm from your body, his skin ripping against your nails in the process. He grabbed your elbow to pull you behind him, but you spun around and quickly snaked your arms around him. He stood frozen for a split second, surprised that you did that but he figured you were terrified.

“C’mon, loverboy. Don’t let a whore stop you,” The taunting continued.

But Harry wasn’t paying him any attention. His left arm went around your shoulders, keeping you against him. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the guy's collar. He held it tight, twisting the fabric to create more tension.

“If you ever touch her again.. I’ll fuck you up.” He spat out, then let the guy go.

Harry immediately turned you away from the guy and rested his hand on your lower back, not quite sure what to do. You were shaking, tears dripping down your cheeks as you kept your face pressed against his hard chest.

“S’okay, now, sweetheart.” He said in a mumble as he let his chin rest against your head. “I’ve got you.”

—

A happiness filled your heart as Harry finally came to the bed. He motioned you to roll over onto your back, so you did. You stretched your arms out as he pulled the blankets away from your body. You were wearing a pair of his briefs as shorts, along with one of his shirts. You had clothes at his apartment, but you always wanted to wear his stuff instead.

“Gotta relax for me, alright? Don’t be so ticklish.” He said with a lift of his brows, trying to be stern with you.

You smile sweetly. “I know, I know.”

Thankfully, all those years of him playing sports has taught him things about healing cramps and pulled muscles. So you never once doubted what he was doing. He grabbed your ankle and pulled your leg up, resting your foot on his shoulder. You winced as the position forced your muscles to stretch out.

“Harry.” You whimpered, reaching to grab your leg but he swatted your hand down.

“Relax, peach.”

“Rub it.. don’t pull it.”

He smiled when your eyes met his. “I know what to do, honey.”

You groaned as he grabbed the side of your knee and began moving your leg, pushing your knee to a bend - pulling a grunt from you in the process.

“Don’t want this part, Harry.” You felt tears swelling in your eyes from the pain. “Please, pretty please, just rub it.”

“Darling, if I don’t do this, the rubbing won’t make a difference. Please, trust me.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. A mutter fell past your lips. “Never said I didn’t.”

Harry was well aware that you hated it when he said things like that - if it was the slightest bit against you, it made you upset. Of course you trusted him, why would he say that? Is he insisting you aren’t trusting him? Is it not obvious? Obviously, he knew and you knew he knew - but his reassurance was read wrong, you were slightly upset now. A bit dramatic, for sure.

“I know, lovey. Let me take care of you, yeah?” He said, the pads of his fingers were now digging into the back of your thigh, right where he knew you were aching. “Y’know m’always gon’ take care of you, peach. Don’t get upset.”

You nod a few soft times, your eyes shifted to meet his as you realize you were being a bit childish. Your arms fell to your sides and you took a deep breath.

“Play some music, lovey. Get relaxed for me. I’ll work your leg.. don’t worry about it.” He insisted as he took his phone from the pocket of his pajama pants and gave it to you.

You typed in the password, your birthday of course, and opened his music library. You had your own playlist saved, so you started playing it and slid the phone away from you on the mattress. He chuckled as you snarled your lip at his actions - he was stretching your leg again.

Harry couldn’t help but to stare at you as your pretty eyes closed. You were laid out on his bed, his hands on your body. He swallowed as he pulled his mind out of the gutter. You playfully wiggled your toes against his neck as he brought your leg up. He shook his head, grinning at you.

“I think you’re faking it.” He mumbled, gripping the back of your thigh as hard as he could, making you wince.

“Harry!” You squealed, kicking his hip with your other foot.

“Fine, fine.. I guess you’re really hurt, hm?”

“Yeah, obviously.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

He kept on with the rough, but pain relieving massaging. You let out small grunts here and there, each of them making his eyes flick to your face to make sure you were okay. You were content, despite the discomfort, because he was with you.

A few more minutes passed before your arms fell down to reach for the phone. Harry gave you a funny look as you changed the song and dropped the phone back down. He noticed the red blush coating your cheeks, your eyes avoiding his.

“Thought you liked that one.” He said with a chuckle as you let out a deep breath.

“It says the p word.” You muttered back, not wanting to talk about it.

Of course he wasn’t going to let that slide though. He kept his hands focused on your thigh as his eyes watched you so closely, not wanting to miss a reaction.

“What, pussy?”

“Harry! Stop!” You whined instantly, pulling laughs from his mouth.

He was amused by your distaste for that word. It wasn’t anything he wasn’t aware of, but usually the songs don’t bother you. He licked his lips and decided to give your leg a bend, working your muscles as much as he could. You winced as he pushed your leg, your knee bending.

“You’re such a grandma sometimes. It’s just a word.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t like hearing it.”

He lifted a brow, even though you hadn’t looked at him. “You only get irritated when I say it.”

“Because you’re my best friend.. I don’t want to hear you say it.”

“You’re so mean to me, yeah? Won’t even let me talk.”

You nudged him with your foot again. “Leave me alone.”

“Fine.”

The moment he let your leg go, you whined and tried to sit up to grab him. You failed and a spark of pain shot through your leg. He grabbed your thigh again, chuckling as you struggled through the discomfort.

“You’re the mean one. That’s the second time you hurt me.”

“Cause you’re bullying me.”

You smacked your lips. “It’s your fault I got hurt!”

He gasped. “What?”

“Yeah! You were gonna get me out so I had to run faster and hurt myself.” You lifted yourself up by your elbows, a pout on your lips as you gave him a hard glare.

“You know I always go easy on you.. I wasn’t going to get you out.” The curl of his lips into a smirk made your stomach bubble. “You get special treatment.”

“Yeah, cus you’re a pussy.” You cocked a brow at him, a cheeky grin covering your face.

“Me? If either of us is a pussy it’s you.” He chuckled. “You’re a bit of a crybaby.”

“Don’t say that!” Your smile dropped to a frown.

“See, you’re getting upset and I’m just joking with you, honey.” He leaned down a little, just to get a closer look at you.

“You’re so mean to me.” You huffed as your arms fell and your back hit the bed.

You knew he was joking and it didn’t really bother you, but the idea of him teasing you always made your stomach churn and your heart race. Every little snide comment was followed by a comforting mumble or touch, it was just teasing.. and it drove you crazy. Nobody else gets that treatment from him, and it makes you feel so special.

“C’mon, don’t be sad, angel.” He sighed out heavily as he realized you were still pouting after a few minutes went by.

You grunted, keeping your response very limited. He let go of your thigh and gently moved your leg so that it was bent and your foot was resting on the bed. You glanced at him, somewhat concerned as to what he was doing. You didn’t want him to stop, not even for a minute.

“Smile for me, peach.” He rubbed his fingers against your calf, knowing you were oddly ticklish there.

You groaned, trying your hardest to ignore his efforts. He didn’t like how you were acting, so he figured he could try to help. He ran his eyes down your body, but stopped as he saw your shirt had rode up a little and your stomach was exposed. If you were ticklish anywhere, it was definitely your stomach.

With no warning whatsoever, he shoved his hands up your shirt and started tickling you. You shrieked, kicking your legs up as he moved his fingertips against your skin. His laugh filled your ears and you couldn’t resist it anymore. You started giggling and squealing as he dug his fingers into your sides and stomach.

“Harry! Stop!” You whined through your first of laughter as he leaned down to move his arms further under your shirt, tickling up to the band of your sports bra.

“No, you won’t smile for me so I gotta make you.” He said with a chuckle as you tried to grab his arms.

“You’re so-so mean!” You couldn’t stop laughing, which was making him laugh just as much.

“Hey!” He yelped as you grabbed his elbow and sunk your nails into his skin. “That’s not fair.”

You grinned. “Don’t be a baby.”

“That’s it. I’m done going easy on you.” He chuckled out as he slid his hands down to your tummy, tickling around your navel and above the waistband - an area that drove you absolutely mad.

“No, please! Ha-harry!” You cried out with the biggest smile on your face.

He couldn’t help but laugh along with you as he tortured your nerves. It felt like a never ending sensation and it was causing you to curl your toes and squeeze your hands into fists. He was enjoying this entirely too much, and that was making you feel like you had the disadvantage.

In an attempt to throw him off guard, you tried to use your feet against his thighs to push him away from you. It was hard to concentrate your strength when you were gasping for air and twisting in his hold. Harry anchored a knee on the edge of the bed to strengthen his position. He was too strong for you to fight, but you didn’t give up.

“You’re a bully!” You said between laughs as you grabbed his forearms and tried your best to tear his hands away from your body, but it was a poor attempt.

Harry kept on, lightening up his movements every now and then to allow you time to catch your breath. But it wasn’t much time. He didn’t want you to retreat back to your previous mood. He wanted to see you laugh and smile and be playful with him. He wanted you to be happy, always happy.

For just a moment, he slowed down his fingers and shifted his eyes to your face. He needed to make sure you were okay and not too overwhelmed by everything. You caught his gaze and instantly grinned at him, a layer of blush covering your cheeks. He figured it was your body’s reaction from the tickling, a soft flush was covering your arms as well. The moment he decided to set aside for you grew into several long seconds, allowing you the perfect opportunity to get him back.

You grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward, immediately grabbing his waist to start tickling him. He let out a laugh as you curled one hand around his neck and brought him down even further, you needed better access.

“Don’t do it!” He said amusingly as you started pinching the skin behind his ear. He was sensitive there and it always made him cackle.

“Payback.” You smacked your lips, then shaped them into a smile as his eyes met yours.

You hadn’t realized how close you actually were to him. He was letting you have your way now, pulling him as close as you wanted and doing whatever you desired. His fingers had stalled on your waist, which surprised you. He had been so intent on tickling you that it seemed unusual that he stopped.

“Finally give up?” You asked with a giggle, but it was too late. He slid his arm under the small of your back and started lightly rubbing his fingertips across your skin - causing you to burst into a fit of laughter. “No!”

Your nails let go of his skin and you instinctively grabbed his nape, applying pressure that caused him to lean further down. Your body began to flop around and limbs were twisting around his body, trying to be freed. He kept on, laughing the entire time as you went through hell.

The leg you had injured was resting on the bed, but the other had wrapped around the back of his thigh. “Please, please.. need a break.” You begged through a whine. The tickling was now truly hurting you.

He decided to be sweet to you, so he stopped moving his fingers, but kept them in place. You whimpered softly, feeling your body start to realize the pain was over for now. It felt nice to come down from the intense high, but you feared it would end quickly. To your shock, Harry dropped down so his head was next to yours, his lips gently pushing against your temple.

“I’ll stop.. for now.” His words were soft as his warm breath caused goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“Thank you.” You whispered back while your fingers trailed into his hair.

“Only because I don’t want you to strain your leg.” You felt his smirk against your skin.

A heavy breath filled your lungs and slowly left your parted lips. “You’re supposed to make me feel better.. not make me hurt more.”

“M’sorry, peach.” He let out a low chuckle. “Want me to take care of you?”

“Yes.. that’s your job.”

He licked his lips and carefully placed a kiss on your temple again. “My job, hm? You’re a bit bossy.”

You shifted your head slightly to catch his eyes. You silently admired how pretty the color was. It was obviously something you were familiar with, but every time you saw them this close up you become intrigued. He furrowed his brows and gave you a smile, slightly unsure as to why you were looking at him that way. Little did either of you realize, he looks at you the same way all of the time, even if by accident. He had been doing it when you decided to distract him just minutes ago.

“Did I really hurt you?” He asked in the softest voice he could manage, not wanting to be too loud this close to your ears. He cared so much about you, even the simplest things were always being considered.

“No.. just made my tummy twist up.”

He licked his lips gently, turning his lips to a smile. “I can always rub the twist away.”

“I do like a good tummy rub.” You giggled back, thinking of the times when you would be on your period and he would insist on rubbing your cramps away. Just the slightest touch of his skin on yours would always make you feel better.

“I know you do, peach.” He quickly pecked your cheek, making your face flush even more.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You curled your fingers into his hair. “Even though the tickles hurt.. i feel better.”

“You don’t ever have to thank me. Like you said, it’s my job.”

A meaningless sigh slipped past your lips. “Can I give you a hug? As a thank you.”

Harry gave you a soft smile. “You don’t have to ask me that, y’know.”

Without saying anything else, you slid your arm around his torso and the other around his head. He let out a soft grunt as he fell against you, his face nuzzling against your shoulder. The amount of security you felt was incredible. You never wanted him to move. You were the safest when you were with him, that you were sure of. Harry moved his other hand off the mattress and under your body, pulling you even further together.

“Can I stay with you all weekend?” You asked in a mumble.

He swallowed softly. “M’supposed to go to the bar with the guys tomorrow night.”

A displeased grunt came from your throat. That made him smile. He turned his head, pushing his face into the side of your neck. You wanted to beg him to stay home so you could be with him, but you didn’t say anything. The fear of seeming too annoying or clingy was something you had to deal with a lot. Harry was your friend, that’s all..

“But.. I can always go with them some other time.”

You sunk your nails into his back. “So, I can?”

“Of course you can.” He pressed a kiss to your neck without even thinking about the location - it made you gasp. “Um, sorry.” He nervously laughed out, about to lean up but you tighten your arm around his head.

“Don’t get up yet.” You muttered, closing your eyes as you savored the feeling of his lips lingering on your skin.

It felt wrong to soak up the pleasure like that, but at the same time you were so consumed by it that it didn’t matter. You were not at all mad about his little action, in fact you wished he would do it again and again. But, in the end, Harry was your best friend and you shouldn’t feel that way. Maybe you were just tired and overthinking how you felt.. or maybe you were really being honest with yourself for once.

“I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Shh.. it’s fine.” You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you relived the moment over in your head.

“Do you.. wanna take a nap?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.. my leg still hurts.”

A laugh left his mouth. “Want me to get back to that?”

You thought for a moment about everything that had happened. The way you felt when his hands were touching your body, the way your heart melted when his lips pressed against your neck, the way your eyes seemed to get lost in his.. every little thing. Perhaps you were tired, and your judgment was altered. Or maybe you were tired of pretending the feelings you always got were fake.

“Can you.. do it again?” You asked in the softest voice he had ever heard you use.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t confused. He gulped as he thought about what to say back. Did you mean what he thinks you did? No, surely not.. you weren’t interested in him that way.. or were you?

“The.. massaging?” He asked innocently, hoping that was what you meant.

It wasn’t that he was opposed to the other possibility, he just didn’t want to seem desperate or weird by insisting that. To his surprise, you answered him truthfully.

“No.. Kiss me.. just.. just one more time?”

Harry’s heart began to race in his chest, causing his entire body to receive sparks. There wasn’t anything he wanted more right now than to give you what you want - whatever you want. He licked his lips and carefully placed them on your skin. You released the quietest moan he’s ever heard - it was hardly even a sound, and that alone made his heart explode. Even though you asked for just one, he decided to give you a few more. He created a short line of kisses along your warm skin, hoping you’d be okay with that.

“Harry.” You whispered his name, making his stomach drop. “Don’t stop. I.. I like it.”

He listened to your command and gladly kept going. He didn’t hesitate to move further up your neck, marking your skin with his lips. Your stomach was churning in the best way possible, making a wetness grow between your legs. You tried your hardest to ignore that, but it was difficult. Harry meant the world to you, he was your favorite person. Now here he is.. kissing your neck and holding your body like this, like he really, really cared about you.

A small lump began growing in your throat as he covered your jaw and suddenly came to a stop by the corner of your mouth.

“You’re so soft.” He said through a breath. “Gotta be gentle.”

You smiled sweetly. The movement made your mouth touch his lips just slightly. “You’re always so gentle with me.”

He pressed a feathery kiss to your skin, still avoiding your lips. “s’because you’re my little peach, hm.”

A breathy laugh slipped from your lips. “I.. I.. never noticed this.” You brought your hand to his cheek and gently used your index finger to tap on the little freckle.

He couldn’t help but grin at you, his dimples sinking into his cheeks. You bit down on your bottom lip as you trailed your fingertip over his skin, admiring the feeling and searching for new freckles. You didn’t see anymore though. Harry’s eyes watched yours intensely as they moved across his face. He felt like the world had stopped and time was frozen. It felt magical to be so close to you.

“You’ve got the slightest bit of.. green in your eyes.” He said quietly, which grabbed your attention. “Just a tiny spot of it on both.. barely there.. the blue almost hides it.”

Hearing him say that made your heart flutter. You realized how close he had been looking at your eyes because those spots he’s referring to were very faint and small. You only ever noticed them yourself when you were doing your eye makeup close up in a mirror.

You gently laid your hand over his jaw. Your thumb was rubbing against his cheek, the stubble growing from his skin was scratchy. You took a deep breath and pushed it out slowly.

“You’re so beautiful.” He muttered the words as quietly as he could, his eyes locked with yours.

Your cheeks were on fire. Despite his weight literally being on top of you, you felt weightless and blissful like this. Harry leaned his face back down, his lips peppering soft kisses across your cheek. You closed your eyes and mustered up every ounce of courage you could. The grip you had on his jaw tightened and you pulled him over, his mouth brushing yours. He wanted to so bad, so desperately bad. You swallowed, trying to keep your composure.

“Please.” You uttered out.

He didn’t wait any longer. His lips touched yours, pushing against your mouth as he let out a soft grunt. You moved your hand to the side of his head, your fingers grabbing his hair as you squeezed your eyes tightly, trying to savor the moment forever.

Harry’s hands were glued to your body. One had snuck down to your waist while the other was on your back. You hoped he’d never move them. You wanted to melt into his body, never be torn away. A whimper fell from your mouth as he gently moved his lips away from yours.

“Harry.” You whispered faintly, unsure of how to tell him you wanted more.

“I.. I, um.” He paused to swallow harshly. “I can stop.”

“No, don’t have to.” You said through a gentle whine.

His eyes moved to yours and you instantly felt your heart overflowing. He gave you the sweetest smile and lowered his lips back to yours, but he didn’t kiss you just yet.

“Your lips are so soft.” He whispered, chuckling as you gave his waist a playful squeeze in an attempt to distract him from your flushed cheeks. “Peaches are soft though, hmm?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a cute smile. “I guess so.”

“I know so.” He winked, then pushed his lips on yours.

Your stomach turned to knots as he started to move, guiding you with him. It was purely just lips, but the feeling was phenomenal. Harry’s gentle hold of your waist caused tingles to shoot through your body. You wanted him to squeeze you tighter, but you feared asking him. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin everything by doing too much.

A deep grunt filled your ears and made you pull your lips back. Your hand froze on Harry’s head as his eyes opened to look at you. He furrowed his brows slightly, wondering what was going through your head.

“Do you want to stop?” He said quietly.

You shook your head. “No, please.. no. Just.. wanted to see you for a second.”

He curved the corner of his mouth. “See me?”

“You’re.. you’re very nice to look at.”

His chuckle made you whine and furrow your brows at your own words. He gently kissed your cheek then made sure to return his eyes to yours. Your cheeks were covered in flames.

“You’re attractive.” You muttered once you gained some courage. “You know that.”

“You’re quite attractive yourself, peach.”

You scoffed. “Am not.”

“If you weren’t.. I wouldn’t keep doing this.”

His lips pressed onto yours yet again, sending an explosion of sparks through your body. You whimpered softly against his mouth while your fingers twisted into his hair. Naturally, his body began to relax against you, his pelvis nuzzling between your legs. You hadn't really noticed that your legs had fallen apart for him, the uninjured one was still wrapped around his thigh.

The kiss lingered for a few more moments before you decided to take it a step further. You stopped the soft pecking and parted your lips. Harry didn’t say anything, but he did copy your actions to slot his lips with yours. Before you could process anything, his tongue was slipping into your mouth. He grunted when your hand returned to his face and gripped his jaw, keeping his mouth on yours as you returned the favor with your tongue.

Your heart skipped a beat with each touch of his tongue against yours. You felt your core tingly, your stomach bubbling as his hands got greedy with your body. He was squeezing and sliding under your shirt, his hot skin burned against yours.

There was nothing in the world that could ruin this for you. You were both completely engulfed. Harry was grunting while you kept softly moaning into his mouth. He wanted more from you, wanted to show you how he felt but he didn’t. When your nails scratched down his bare waist, he let out a breathy moan, his lips tearing from yours for just a moment.

“Harry.” You muttered out and grabbed the fabric of his shirt, pulling at it.

He understood your unspoken request and he quickly snatched it off his body, throwing it onto the floor before returning to you. Your hands immediately hit his body - you rubbed over the contours of his muscles and ribs before settling on his sides again. You loved to cuddle with him and hold him there, so right now it was more than you could have ever imagined. It felt like he was yours and you could do whatever you wanted. Little did you know, he would tell you that if you asked.

Just as things were starting to heat up, you realized what was happening and who it was happening with. You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes the instant you felt his hardened crotch rutting against yours. He was deep in the kiss, both hands possessively holding your body. You gulped and turned your head so your lips could be freed. He huffed and tried to reconnect to your mouth, but you quickly brought your fingers to his lips.

“Harry.” You whispered, a frown covering the lips he had made swollen.

“What’s.. what’s wrong?” He asked nervously, unsure of what was going through your mind. Was it too much? Did he do something you didn’t like? He started to worry, his heart was racing for a different reason now.

“Just.. not this.” You mumbled back, gently pushing up against his hips.

He lifted his body up some, dropping his brows as your eyes returned to his. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You whispered back, making sure to give him a sweet smile.

He licked his lips and flicked his eyes to your mouth. “Are we.. done?”

A thousand thoughts ran through your head but you settled on just one. “We don’t have to be.”

That brought a smile to his handsome face, which made you feel relieved. “Yeah? I.. I don’t wanna be.”

“Me neither.”

Harry placed a kiss on your cheek then chuckled against your skin. “Then let’s keep going.”

He practically swallowed your giggle, he wasted no time hitting his mouth on yours. Within a moment, you were locked back in. He picked up where you left off without any trouble or hesitation. It made you feel like you were worth something, like he really cared about you. Despite feeling that way, you constantly pushed back the lingering thought in your head: he doesn’t like you like that. He doesn’t love you the way you love him. He doesn’t want to be with you the way you want to be with him. He just wants to hook up. He just wants to use you.. Your mind kept twirling with the same thoughts over and over again, which were making you lose the sensations you had felt before you stopped the kiss. It didn’t feel magical anymore, it didn’t feel perfect - it felt scary. What if he never wanted to talk to you again after this? What if you went entirely too far?

“No.” You suddenly broke the kiss and whined to him, your hand gripping his shoulder while the other stayed on his waist. “Harry.. we can’t.”

It wasn’t for nothing, though. His crotch had been pressing into yours again, making your toes curl and your heart drop. It didn’t need to happen. He was your best friend, he was your brother’s friend - it can’t happen..

“No?” He furrowed his brows.

“We can’t do this.” You shook your head, letting your hand go down to his pelvis just so you could push him upward again.

He obliged with your movement and lifted his hips again. He hadn’t even noticed that they fell down. He was just as lost in the moment as you were. But now he felt like he had messed up. Was it too much? He should’ve never kissed your neck..

“Not now.. not ever.” You whispered out, squeezing your eyes shut as tears began to swell. You wanted to break down, but you hated when he saw you cry.

“Hey, honey, don’t get upset.” He sighed softly as he realized you were holding back tears. He recognized that every single time. “I didn’t mean to.. m’sorry. I really am. We.. we can keep .. going if you want or if you don’t.. that’s okay.”

You turned your head away from him, your hand coming up to cover your eyes. There was nothing you wanted to do more right now than cry your eyes out. Harry took a deep breath and gently tugged your arm away from your face. You didn’t fight him, there was no point. He was much stronger than you.

“No, Harry.” You felt a tear trickle down your skin. It was such an embarrassing moment for you, but Harry remained calm.

“Hey, if you don’t want to keep going.. It's fine. And.. if you don’t ever want to do it again, that’s okay, too. I won’t.. tell anyone or.. bring it up.” He told you with the sweetest tone and comforting squeeze of your fingers.

“You-you don’t.. get it.” You choked out.

He licked his lips and let go of your fingers. He gently pushed your hair away from your face. “Tell me, then. Tell me what’s going on.”

You huffed. “I want to, Harry. I want to keep going.. so bad.”

His hand found yours again and this time you didn’t try to push him away. You laced your fingers with his and gently whimpered as he gave you a squeeze. His eyes were glued to your face and you could feel his stare on your skin. You could also feel how warm your cheeks were and how wet they were getting from the tears.

“That’s all you have to say, peach. We can-“

“No, Harry.” You cut him off. “We can't! I can’t.. do this with you. You’re my-my best fr-friend.”

“Sweetheart-“ He tried again, but you didn’t let him get far.

“Harry!” You suddenly cried out his name, tears flooding your eyes as your head shifted on the pillow.

You felt like you were going to fall to pieces beneath him. He cupped your jaw and started rubbing his thumb over your skin. You loved it so much when he did that during a normal situation, so surely you’d like it now. You did. You felt comfort from his warm, soft skin. But yet you were still sobbing.

“Hey.. listen to me, okay?” He said quietly as you tried to turn your head in his hold. He shushed you for a moment, trying to ease you back down. “Listen, sweetheart. Calm down.. just take some deep breaths.”

His deep voice caused your stomach to burst with butterflies and your skin to get chills. He could look at you and you’d explode with emotion, but his voice drove you mad whenever he spoke like that. So low, so sweet and kind and comforting.. He wanted to take care of you, make sure you knew he was right there.

“There you go.” He smiled to himself as you started sucking in deep breaths and pushing them out through your nose. “Whenever you’re ready.. M’right here.”

His reminder was followed by the softest peck against your temple. He didn’t want to overdo it by touching your lips again. You needed some time to cope, and he knew that. He knew you so well. It made you feel safe. Harry knew how to take care of you and what to do when you were overwhelmed. You loved that about him.

After a few quiet minutes of thinking to yourself and trying to slow down your heart, you opened your eyes and looked directly at him. He gave you a smile and relaxed his features, waiting for you to speak.

“I.. I want to.. I really like kissing you.. I.. just can’t.. risk it.” Your voice was incredibly soft, but he listened.

“What are we risking?”

“Everything. Our.. friendship.” You whined, but tried your best to not let the tears return.

He rubbed his thumb against your cheek to wipe away part of the tear stream. “Why is it at risk, honey? We both agreed we liked it.. nothing wrong with that.”

“We’re friends, Harry. I can’t.. have these feelings for you.”

He frowned slightly. “Why not? I have feelings for you. You know I do.. you mean the world to me.”

“Harry.” You breathed out quietly.

“I’m serious. I’d kiss you to the end of time if you wanted me to.”

You licked your lips and swallowed harshly. “We can’t.. My brother would freak out.. everyone would.”

Harry exhaled, wishing he could make everything go back to how it was just minutes ago. But he couldn’t do that, and he felt guilty and responsible for the mess up. He should’ve controlled himself. He should’ve paid better attention.

“We don’t have to tell anyone about this.” He watched your face closely as you went from being sad to being annoyed.

“Harry, I know what guys talk about.”

“I would never tell anyone anything about you.” He was quick to retort your comment. His voice got stern and it made you lock eyes with him. “I would never disrespect you like that, ever.”

You huffed through your lips then pouted them out. “I’ve heard the things the guys say about girls they’ve-“

Harry interrupted you. “I would never tell a soul about anything that happens between you and I in private. Whether it's kissing or cuddling or anything.”

You couldn’t dare tear your eyes from his, so you just stared at him. You could tell he was being serious but he was also hurt by your assumptions. You gulped gently, pushing down the lump in your throat.

“You don’t trust me?” He asked in a mutter.

“I trust you more than anyone.” You gently hit your hand against his chest, forgetting it was bare until just now. “With my life.”

“Then why are you so worried about this?” He sighed back. “Nobody knows about the cuddling we do.. how you sleep in the bed with me or.. don’t wear pants while you’re here. You never have to worry about that stuff.”

“I dunno.”

“Do you really think I’d do that to you?” He furrowed his brows again.

“No.. I know you wouldn’t. I just.. need a reason.. for this to be wrong.”

“It isn’t wrong.” He muttered.

“Then why does it feel wrong?”

Harry lifted his head some, just to give you some space. He was about to move beside you on the bed when you let out a whimper and slid your arm around his waist to keep him there. He gave you a smile and shook his head in disbelief.

“If it felt wrong.. you wouldn’t want me to stay right here, peach.”

You shrugged. “Do you actually.. care about me?”

He scoffed. “Of course I do. You’re my favorite human. I’d do absolutely anything for you.”

You thought for a second about everything and eventually exhaled slowly. Harry watched you as your eyes moved to the ceiling, your mind was lost in thought. He waited patiently for you to say something.

“Would you keep this a secret?” Your eyes shifted to his and you surprised him by moving your hand up to his neck. “Like.. whatever we do together.. kiss or.. or whatever else.”

“Of course, peach.” He assured you with a smile. “I’ll never tell a soul.”

You gave him a nod and let your hand fall to his chest. The feeling of his chest hair against your fingertips made your heart jump. You had a weird thing you liked where you rubbed the light hair on his chest. He always found it funny, but he admired how it made you relax. It was comforting.

“Can we keep kissing now?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” He chuckled before finally returning his lips to yours.

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[a/n: of course, this is just the introduction to this new pairing and short series! I am so excited for this one, It’s one of my favorite things i’ve ever written. Hope you enjoy! + this is more of a story telling format that includes “flashbacks” so I hope it’s not too confusing!]

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