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I genuinely LIVE for your soft smit. Do you think you could possibly give us something where maybe Reader is stressed out or something and Harry just takes care of her? I love when he's all soft and mushy

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Kiss in the Kitchen like it’s a Dance Floor

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Closing the front door behind him quietly, Harry takes his shoes off at the door before heading out in search for his wife. He already has an idea, though, because of the soft music coming from her cooking playlist and the fact that moment he stepped in the house he was met with a smell that was nothing short of delicious. So he quietly makes his way toward the kitchen, and the sight he’s met with makes his heart melt but at the same time he feels his cock hardening in his pants.

Seeing YN doing something so domestic is nothing new, but it never fails to make his mouth water or his mind go foggy as he watches her. From the pout of concentration on her lips to the sway of her hips, he doesn’t think he can keep to himself for much longer.

YN is simply in the kitchen, cooking stuffed chicken breast, something he’s sure is a surprise because on Fridays they usually get takeout. She knows it’s his favourite, though, and she just thought she’d do something nice since he’s been so busy lately.

He just continues to watch her in her element, a soft smile on his face and the ache of his cock a bit further back in his mind. The moment she finishes searing them she puts them in a baking dish, ready to put them into the oven. As she bends over, though, she feels a sharp slap against her left ass cheek and yelps as she nearly drops the food. She places the pan into the oven before turning around with a scowl and smacking Harry in the head with her oven mitt. “Fuck’s sake, Harry! You almost made me drop our dinner,” she grumbles, folding her arms over her chest and playfully glaring at a chortling Harry. He just gives her his signature dimpled grin before gently grabbing her waist and pulling her to him.

“m sorry, baby. You just look so good all concentrated that I couldn’t help it,” he teases, leaning down to peck her lips again. When she tries to pull away he pulls her tighter, deepening the kiss. They moan into each others’ mouths, and Harry lets out an actual whine when YN pulls away and turns back to the stove, ready to cook the vegetables for the meal. “I need to cook, babe. I actually want to eat at some point,” she responds, but he can still hear the teasing in her tone.

“Well how about this; you keep making what we’re gonna eat later, and I’ll work on what I’m going to eat before dinner,” he whispers against her ear then starting to kiss down her neck. He smirks against the skin of her neck when she starts to squirm and press her thighs together, her breathing picking up as well as her pulse.

“Harry, you always do this. Sometimes I just want to cook,” she replies breathlessly, a quiet moan leaving her lips as he begins to suck on the sensitive skin there. Harry just continues to smirk against her, rubbing up and down her hips with a hum.

“So if I stick my hand down your panties you won’t be soaked?” he asks, to which he shakes her head.

“Not even a little bit,” she says, a playful smile coming to her face as well.

“Let’s see then, hm?” he says, and he waits for her to nod before reaching into her shorts, where he finds that she’s not wearing panties. He slips a finger between her folds, her wetness helping him to move along. He gathers a bit on his fingers before using it as lubricant to rub at her swelling clit. Her knees nearly give out as she chokes on a moan and bucks her hips to his torch but he just wraps his other arm around her, keeping her in place.

He sets a steady pace instantly, pressing kisses to her bare shoulder as he works her clit with intent, each circle calculated and precise to push her toward her orgasm. Harry keeps this up for no more than two minutes or so before he feels her legs start to shake slightly and her hand flies up to grip his wrist as she begins to grind down onto his hand.

“That’s it, take what you need. You can cum whenever you have to,” he rasps, not changing anything about what he’s doing to her. “Let it out, you can cum for me. I’ve got you,” and that’s her unraveling. Her body goes completely rigid for a few moments but he knows better than to stop or slow down, and then she’s relaxing entirely and letting out a loud moan of pure pleasure as she rides out her orgasm against his hand.

“You did so well for me, bet that was a lot, huh?” he coos against her ear, rubbing her clit gently as she comes down from her high, bucking her hips against his hand in overstimulation. He moves away when she begins to squirm a bit from discomfort, slowly pulling his hand from her shorts.

She sighs happily, a dopey grin on her face and a glow like no other as she turns around to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Can i cook now?” she asks him jokingly, and he just hums as he ignores the question. In response he just brings his hand up to her mouth, tapping at her chin for her to open before slipping his fingers inside. She immediately closes her mouth around them and moans at the taste. Harry can barely keep himself together as he feels her tongue move around his fingers, cleaning all of her orgasm off him. Pulling his fingers out, he smiles at her.

“Of course,” he responds to her earlier question before stepping back and leaning against the kitchen island on his elbows. “Don’t mind me.”

YN is confused because she surely thought this was going to go further. But she shrugs and turns back to the vegetables while the potatoes are boiling. The second she puts the asparagus in the oil she feels her hips pulled back and her shorts pulled down. She gasps in shock and looks back to see Harry dropping to his knees. Before she can get a word in, though, she feels him spread her open and swipes his tongue all the way from her clit to her opening. The moan she provides him with is full of surprise as she slams her hand down onto the counter, gripping it tightly.

Her other hand goes back to grip Harry’s hair, her hips bucking against his tongue. He groans against her at the feeling of her hand tangled in his hair, the delicious burn only making him need her even more than he already does. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulls her closer to his face while simultaneously pushing his face closer where he can feel her throbbing against his tongue.

He’s lapping eagerly at her, suckling on her clit for a few moments before slipping his tongue inside her throbbing hole. YN can only moan and begin to clench around his tongue when the tip of it just slightly grazes her g-spot. Her knees are about to give out but he doesn’t let her fall, gripping her tighter to his face. Her moans get louder and he knows she’s close again , so he groans into her once more, the vibrations sending her catapulting to the edge but she’s not there yet. He takes a hand and rubs her clit quickly, pulling away for just a moment to give her some encouragement.

“Let go, honey. Cum on my tongue, you can do it,” he encourages, his other hand going to rub at her belly because he knows that more than one orgasm can make or break his wife.

She only shakes her head, trying to squirm away from the pleasure. It feels too good, so good she feels like she can handle it. YN starts to feel tears build in her eyes from the intensity as the ball in her belly only seems to get heavier with each circle of her clit. “Too sensitive,” she whines, slamming her fist down onto the counter again as her entire body begins to feel hot. He’s relentless, though, rubbing even faster at her sensitive nub, holding her even tighter.

“I know, honey. But you can take it. It’s alright, just cum for me. Let it go, you know you can take it,”

She just lies her head down on the cool counter and lets her body begin to surrender to the pleasure. He doesn’t let, going back in and putting his mouth on her again. Her eyes roll back and her whole body locks up, her orgasm washing over her intensely. A broken sob leaves her, and she’s left unable to think as her vision goes black, her mind blank.

The orgasm starts at the tip of her toes, traveling all the way through her body and the tension finally releases out of her, covering his mouth and chin in her cum. Their connection is so intense that just the sound and feeling of her falling apart causes him to cum as well, the warmth spurting out of his throbbing cock, untouched. His hips buck against the back of her leg, and he groans out, still licking her gently to work her through her orgasm. Once they are both back down, he stands up and turns the stove and oven off, not wanting the food to burn. He guides her to the bathroom, cleaning them both up before putting more pajamas on her before placing her in bed, gently pecking her lips.

When she’s all tucked in and comfortable Harry runs downstairs to clean up the kitchen and plates their meals, grabbing some drinks and heading up the stairs.

While he was downstairs, she turned on their current television fixation, ‘Criminal Minds’ and waited for him to come back up. She melts when she realizes he brought their food up, thanking him quietly, and when he slides into bed next to her she kisses him deeply.

“You’re always so good to me. Thank you, baby,” she whispers, running her fingers through his damp curls. He nuzzles into her hand with a hum of contentment before he responds.

“No, thank you. Thank you for always being there for me and just for being everything I could ever ask for. I look forward to spending the rest of our lives together,” he responds, thumbing away some of her tears with a dimpled grin. “Okay, okay. Enough tears, let’s get some food in you before y’get too sleepy,” he chuckles before picking up her plate and passing it to her.

Once they’re finished eating, they take their dishes downstairs, vowing to do them in the morning. They spend the rest of the night cuddling until they fall asleep.

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Shy Lover

Summary: Harry is the shy boy in school and y/n boyfriend. She gets to know him over the months and see him growing comfortable around her. So comfortable that he’s ready to make love to her for the first time.

Pairing: shy boyfriend!harry x fem!reader

Wordcount: 3,3k

Trigger warnings: soft dom, use of pet names, light teasing, begging, choking, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, mention of handjob, hair pulling, short mention of scars, protective sex, aftercare

A/N: I don’t write much smut, so it isn’t my best, but it’s soft and caring. Please give me some feedback I appreciate it s lot :) I kinda wanna write more about them

For three months she has been Harry y/n boyfriend. She loves to hang out with him. They always study together at her house or they go on walks.

Y/n noticed how shy he is. When they go out to eat dinner he asks if y/n can order for him. Of course, she says yes. She doesn’t want him to get too nervous around strangers. If he does he picks on his painted fingernails. He’s a good boyfriend, the best she ever had.

Harry hides his hands in the sleeves of his oversized sweaters. That’s one thing she loves about her lover.

Y/n liked him for over two years and finally took the courage to ask him out. She noticed over the two years how he blushed when he talked to his friends about something and often he looked at her. When she was with her ex boyfriend he looked sad and his friends tried to cheer him up all the time. He watched her a lot when she was with his ex lover. He couldn’t help it but always had his eyes on her no matter what.

Harry thought y/n is the most beautiful girl in school. She’s smart, soft, beautiful and so talented. She’s good in art class. He loves her sundresses and her big sweaters. He wants to steal one from her.

There is no reason not to have a crush on her.

"H can I braid your hair?" She asks sweetly. Her eyes scan his face and she sees how his cheeks grew red. It’s adorable to see him like this.

"Y-you want to?" He asks her back in a whisper.

"Mhm, you hide that face too often," and before he knew it his whole face was red. "May I?" She pressed her nose in his temple. He nods. She pulls his grey hood down and can’t help it, but look into his forest green eyes.

Y/n wanted to open his grey cardigan. He laid his hand on y/n. "’M only wearing a shirt, I’ll get cold." His voice comes out in a whisper.

"Okay," she kisses his hot cheek. Y/n love doing his hair. When he allows her girlfriend, she makes her boyfriend some pigtails or braids them. Sometimes she uses just some colourful hair clips. On other days he asks for buns with those colourful hair clips. Sometimes the shy boy asks her to make him some pig tails as well. Harry likes them a lot.

He’s too shy to talk to her on some days, that’s the reason why she always plays music. Y/n parents even talked to her about it and told her to have safe sex. Always use protection and that she doesn't have to do anything that makes her uncomfortable or don’t want to do.

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After four months of being Harry’s girlfriend he opens up more. He’s still shy, but it gets better. He kiss y/n soft hair that smells like flowers. He loves smelling her hair or just watching her doing her make-up. He sometimes asks if he can curl her hair and of course she says yes. Harry loves helping her.

Harry brought his girl home one time to show her where her boyfriend lives. "Mom isn’t home don’t worry," he says walking into the kitchen. "Food?" He asks simple, still nervous.

"A yogurt, if I’m allowed to," he nods, taking the yogurt out of the fridge and a spoon with him upstairs.

She looks around watching him change out of his sweater into a long arm shirt. It’s the first time y/n sees how he’s looking under his long clothes. Y/n never really thought about how he looks under his big clothes, maybe a little belly that would be cute. But she never thought he had a trained back.

Y/n unlocked her phone and started to scroll on instagram she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable by looking. "Are ya still hungry?" Harry turns around and looks up at him and shakes her head.

In school her lover let y/n eat with his friends just for a few days in the week. It makes him really nervous. She sat there and ate with them. Harry picked again on his fingernails, "you don’t have to be nervous," she whispers in his ear before kissing him on his cheek. He gives her a simple smile and tangles their fingers.

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Harry’s hugs are big, warm and comfortable. He was so shy, but grew more comfortable around her and touched her. He wanted to share physical touch with her. Harry hugs her now, touches her arms sometimes or kisses her face. Or talks a lot more than she was used to.

Today is a day where her boyfriend wants her to stay at his house. His sister is at home and Harry had to introduce y/n to Gemma. "Hi, it’s really nice to meet you. Harry mentioned you a lot." He turns shy, again. Gemma hugged her, they talked a lot. The prince stood by the two girls and held y/n hand patiently. Waiting for y/n to come to his room.

When they went into Harry's room he put some music on and asked y/n for pigtails. She did not put two strands in the braids, because it looks cuter.

H almost dropped his phone, when she pressed her soft lips against the delicate skin of his neck. Harry never admitted it, but he loves tiny neck kisses; it was the tingles that ran down his spine. He loved the intimacy of it. A little moan escaped his soft lips.

She was bold for the first time in their relationship. "S-sorry," she whispers and hides in his neck.

Something snapped in Harry’s head. He doesn’t know she feels that way about him. "Don’t hide from me, pretty girl," he turns his body to her. Harry can see how red her cheeks are. Now she knows how he feels around her.

He puts his hand under your chin and gently till’s her head up. "Hi," she smiles.

"Hi," he kisses her forehead. It's strange for her how gentle he holds her face in his big hands. Her eyes are big and glassy. Even with his pig tails he looks dominant. He freed his hair out of the hair ties.

He wraps his fingers with his rings around her throat and squeezes her sides with light pressure. She curls her fingers around his wrist. No one ever choked her. It's new, but it sends a rush through her body. His grip around her throat gets tighter. She can see the pleasure in his eyes just from choking her.

It’s strange to see his dominant side.

"H-harry?" He loses his grip around her throat. He smirks, he grabs her face between his palms to bring her down to his lips, he kisses her softly for the first time. She’s scared to touch him at the moment. The kiss feels so good, but she’s not sure if it’s okay to touch him now.

"Love?" Harry asks.

"Mhm," he chuckles.

"Can I touch you?" His voice is confident. H’s warm hands are smoothing over her hips. She swallows hard, "it’s okay if you don’t want to," he leans in for a second kiss.

"Do you actually like me?" She asks unsure.

"I can’t stop thinking about you for more than two years. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last when I go to sleep. You’re the best that ever happened to me. You help me a lot. I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. I told my mom about you before we even dated." She hugs him tightly, her eyes are teary. He rubs her back.

"You can," she said quietly, "I‘ve done it only once." She’s insecure about it for no reason. She knows he had more girlfriends in the past so he’s more experienced then her. One of his exes is y/n old friend. She was toxic. Y/n was happy to finally leave her behind. She told her how good he is and what they did even though she knew y/n likes him a lot at that time.

"No sex until you are 100 percent sure," he kisses her temple short. But there is another reason why she feels so insecure about it. "There is still something wrong," he murmured. "What is it?"

Her eyes closed, "you were with Lana and she told me so much stuff, what you did to her." Harry softly kissed her forehead, he stroked her knuckles.

"She was my girlfriend, but I never was intimate with her." Y/n eyes open again. Before her, he wasn’t shy. Maybe she used him, there was a rumour that he has scars on his body. She did something to him. She was never really in love with him. After she left him he was shy and insecure. Her boy won’t be the same. She did something he will never be the same.

She changed him.

"Can we wait a little longer?” He nods short.

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Y/n found out after six months that her boyfriend is shy, but loves to take control in the bedroom.

He often finds an excuse why he needs to see her. Is it for homework or a project he wants to help her mostly it ends in a make out session. All he wants is to taste her lips.

He’s adorable.

H is still so shy around her, but he takes control over her, it makes her feel things. She never thought he could be like this. Not the shy boy.

She loves that about him.

Harry takes y/n out to picnic dates, in the summertime. He surprised her with a lot of dates in the past three weeks. They go book shopping or just go for a walk in the park and feed the ducks.

Harry invited y/n over, he’s alone at home for the next couple of days and he wanted to spend some time with her.

Y/n laid on his bed, he watched the pattern’s of her breathing. He tells her things she never heard before. He asked questions to the ceiling and never knew what she was thinking.

But she liked it, he liked her. He thought a lot about it. He laid his hand on her soft skin and started to stroke her inner thigh, teasingly. He saw how y/n breathing picked up. Her gaze stays on the ceiling above her. His fingers outlined her panties.

Harry loves it when it’s summer and y/n wears skirts and her pretty sundresses. Barney Stinson said it’s never too late to wear sundresses.

"Harry," she whines. His lips leave only a chuckle. It’s mean to tease her, but she looks so cute when she squirms under his touch. He can’t help it.

"Mhm, want me to touch you? Eating you out? You would like that, wouldn’t you?" She nods eagerly. "Words, bunny," he orders.

"Please touch me, need your mouth, please," a smirk grows on his lips. He hooks his fingers in her underwear and pulls her white lace panties down and puts them in his jeans pocket.

He settles his body between her legs and presses some light kisses against her skin. His fingers pull her sundress up to her belly. His plump lips suck eagerly purple bruises into her skin. Y/n reached her hand down to tangle her fingers in between his ringlet’s, "so impatient," he shakes his head and leaves a hickey on her hip bone. His tongue starts with slow board licks, y/n tugs on his hair.

"More please," she whines out. He flicks his tongue skillfully over her clit. She remembers that Harry told her to say what she wants. "C-can you maybe—" she got cut off by a moan.

He lifts his head up, "what do you want to tell me," he teased her by kissing, licking and biting her spread thigh.

"Can y-you maybe, um, suck a-and glide up," Harry nods and hums short. He brings his mouth back down to kiss her clit. The vibrations from the hum shoot through her, with the action she asked for making her eyes roll back in pleasure.

He repeated these actions using the tip of his tongue to play with her clit. All her soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears. He pulled her hips closer to his mouth. One of y/n boyfriend's hands slides down from her soft inner thigh to insert two fingers into her pulsing heat. She immediately clenched down on him. "You taste amazing," he murmurs between each stroke.

Y/n can feel how Harry brings her closer to her climax. "F-fuck…" she whimpers into the air. Her grip on his hair gets stronger, she earns a moan from him. Her legs tighten around his head. "I’m— I’m gonna—" a whiny moan comes over her dedicated lips

"Cum for me, bunny," he said out loud. Some seconds later her mouth leaves pornographic sounds. Y/n eyes are pinched and her mouth hangs open. "Good girl," Harry’s favourite sight. "You okay?" She nods. Harry kissed her hard and shoved his tongue in her mouth to let her taste herself.

“Thank you,” she pulls him down on his neck and keeps him close to her body.

“Can I– can I fuck you?” His voice comes out in a whisper.

“Please,” he opened a brown drawer from his nightstand to look for a condom. Y/n lunches inside, she sees some condoms, lube, tissues and chocolate. “Why chocolate?” She giggled.

“’M hungry after, uh, t–touching myself and too lazy to get something,” his whole face turned red and his voice broke at the end of his sentence. If she asks him, if it’s her she thinks about while doing it, he couldn’t answer her. It's too embarrassing for him. He’ll always be the shy boy around her. Obviously it gets better, but there is a part he always stays like this.

“It’s just me,” she spoke softly to him, kissing his cheeks and seeing some of her juices drip down his chin. “No reason to be nervous, you did amazing.”

“Can I stay dressed? I take off m’jeans and boxers, but not more.” He sounds really insecure, y/n don’t want to ask what it is. Why does he feel like this? She doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Of course she accepts him for who he is. She’s in love with him.

She’ll ask him what he has to hide and why he always wears big clothes at some point.

“Can I help?” He murmurs a quiet “yes” She sits up and fumbles with his belt when she finally undid it, he stands up from his bed and pulls his light blue wide jeans down. Her eyes scan his lower half. A long shirt covers his thighs a bit up. It looks out from under his sweater. “You are so pretty,” a shy smile formed on his swollen lips. H, crawled back between y/n legs.

He lets the loose straps from her dress fall down, “no bra, y’know my birthday isn’t anytime soon.” He smirks at chest. He had an obsession with her boobs. He often just grabs them or hides every bra she left at his house, so she never puts one on and Harry just stares at her chest with a shirt on. He loves them.

Y/n dress hung in her middle, Harry’s boxers lay with his jeans on the clean floor. Y/n gave him a lot of handjobs. But they are both horny teenagers. Knowing he will be inside her is intimidating for her. He’s not small.

He tugs a few times on his cock. “You sure about it?” She whispers a “yes” and takes his soft hand in hers. Y/n have seen him a few times but only a amount of times she can count it on her two hands. He opens the condom and rolls it carefully up. Y/n watched him, his pink tongue always pokes out when he concentrates. “We can stop whenever you want,” he pressed a kiss on her forehead. He grabs the bottle of lube, puts some on his hand and spreads it on the condom.

Her lover noticed how her face scrunched up in pain and he stopped. "Bunny? You alright? Do you want to stop?" He whispers in worry, stroking her cheek softly.

“No you’re just massive.”

“Oh bunny, you never had a cock this big?” She shakes her head, “’M sorry that it hurts.” He pouts and tangles their fingers. “I know you can be a good girl and take it.” His thrusts are slow and gentle. He doesn’t want to hurt her. He wraps her legs around his waist. His shirt and sweater are ridged up. She looks at his beautiful, soft and innocent skin.

The sunlight was bleeding through his curtains. Some whines and moans escaped both of their lips. He kept the pace filling her up to the brim, pleasure filled both of their systems. Harry peppers kisses around her chest, kitten licks her breast. He teasingly took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked lightly. Each time he did that she moaned. “You are so handsome,” her fingers go through his damp hair.

She wraps her legs tighter around his waist and pulls him in deeper with a soft moan. “You are doing great, angel.” His hand holding her face tilted her up with tenderness, kissing her swollen lips as he ground his hips deeper into her due the new angle.

She stroked his cheekbone, her orgasm came over her. She whines and moans into his mouth and Harry is close too. He can feel his balls tightening, heavy and waiting. Two more thrusts and he shoots his load into the condom. His head drops to y/n shoulder as he rides his orgasm out.

He stayed for a short moment inside her, “Aww, did I wear you out, love?” She nods lightly and covers her chest up, he then pulls out of her. He throws the condom into the bin and returns with a warm washcloth and wipes the mess between her legs, clean.

Harry helps her to put on some of his boxers and slides the dress down from her middle. He puts a shirt over her body, “I am officially obsessed with your body.” She hasn't seen his body completely yet but she knows it makes him feel good about himself.

“Hungry?” He asks her while pressing soft kisses against her forehead and cheeks.

“Can we eat some chicken nuggets?” She kisses all over his face, brings him down on his neck holding him close. Y/n don’t want him to leave her for bringing food. She knows it’s important for him to take proper care of her.

“I must say I’m the slightest bit offended that we just had the hottest sex ever and you’re thinking about chicken nuggets,” he chuckles and sees the biggest smile on her plump ips. He went downstairs, put some dinosaur nuggets into the oven. When he comes back he sees y/n snuggled up in his bed with his teddy in her arms. “Love, I have your nuggets,” she opens her eyes, lazily grabs the water glass and drinks it. She eats a nugget. Harry ate some as well.

She kisses his chest and murmurs, "you are the best boyfriend ever,” before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

He whispers in her hair, “I love you,” but she didn’t hear it. She’s asleep. “You’re the best that ever happened to me.” He pulls her closer to his chest and kisses her forehead one last time before he falls asleep as well.

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she can't finish and they fight - part III

warnings: drug/alcohol abuse, mention of purging, slight mentions of sexual activity (but not really)

"fuck you, harry."

part I & II

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she had slept in her car that night.

more specifically, she had parked in her gym’s parking lot and fell asleep in her car. her idea? get to the gym at 6 in the morning, run for an hour straight at an ungodly speed that might make her sick, shower and scrub her body so thoroughly that it hurt, get ready in the bathroom of said gym and arrive at work bright and early as if nothing ever happened. she even thought about getting some iced coffee on the way. you know, as a treat.

she also felt numb. so, so numb.

after she had left home - no, harry’s place - she wondered if all of it was a nightmare. some sort of hallucination that manifested itself into her brain after 6 weeks of straight malnourishment and sleep deprivation. never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that he would ever speak to her in that way or do something like that to her; question her trust like that. she asked herself if she even knew who he was or if the last four years had been a lie, but somewhere between taking an impossibly hot shower and slapping tons of concealer under her eyes in an attempt to cover her dark circles, she had decided to not think about it for as long as she possibly could. she just wouldn’t think about it, wouldn’t talk to anyone about it and she definitely, definitely, definitely wasn’t going to face him anytime soon.

and so, she arrived at work at 8:54 am, ready to get some work done and pretend that everything was as it should be. fortunately for her, it seemed to work out - for most of the day, that is.

she had greeted some co-workers, wrote down a list of to-do’s for the day, checked off those to-do’s one by one, had some coffee, ate some lettuce wraps for lunch and threw up said lettuce wraps, returned to drinking coffee and nothing but. with a few meetings here and there, some office gossip and a pile of work later, her work day was finished. she found herself wishing that she could be stuck in that loop for the rest of her life - or at least for another few hours - so she could escape the reality of things for just a tiny bit longer. things don’t seem to go to plan for her lately.

“you’re leaving early? is it christmas already?”

she turned around to find tony, one of her coworkers, looking at her with an expression that indicated humour. she wasn’t really up for humour right now, but she also didn’t want to seem any more off than she probably already did. so, she forced a chuckle and answered.

“well, technically, I’m not leaving early. I just finished my work on time and don’t really feel like staying longer today, honestly.”

“so compared to your usual hours, you’re still leaving early.”

she looked at him with a frozen smile that didn’t reach her eyes. she hated when people - no, men - repeated her exact words back to her as if she were stupid. she hated it with a passion. harry never spoke to her like that. she should tell him all about it once she gets home, she thought. 

as she realised that she couldn’t do that, she quickly turned away from tony to resume packing her bag.

“I suppose you’re right, tony. what can I do for you?”

he hoped her tone indicated her lack of interest in their conversation. she truly desired nothing more than to get out of this office and figure out her plan for the next few days.

“some of us wanted to get some drinks at this bar down the street. you know, the one that does trivia on wednesday nights? would you like to join us? you can tell your boyfriend to come!”

every single part of those sentences made her feel woozy. the idea of having drinks with her coworkers was absolutely atrocious; she couldn’t physically think of something that she would’ve liked to do less at that moment. however, the mention of him made her suddenly want something to drown out her thoughts with. she usually never resorted to alcohol, but the burn of some heavy liquor in her throat would for sure help her out, at least for now. she needed to feel something. so, without giving it much more thought, she turned around, smiled, and almost robotically replied.

“sure, I’d love to come. thanks for the invite! I’ll ask if he can make it.”

+++

8pm arrived and y/n was piss drunk. 

when they arrived at the bar her coworkers ordered a round of different dishes for the table while she immediately went for the drinks. beer wasn’t her favourite, so vodka would suffice. one drink turned into two, two turned into four and before she realised, she found herself 7 drinks deep into her own abyssal torment. none of her coworkers seemed to notice, either because they lacked interest or she was too good at hiding her intoxication. she barely spoke at the table, anyway. 

“so, y/n! where is that lovely boyfriend of yours? we haven’t seen him since last year’s christmas party. he was fun!” one of her older coworkers, maude, chirped. 

y/n looked up from her drink, slightly disoriented at first. she kept forgetting that the outside world wasn’t aware of how her life crumbled into pieces at her feet. 

act normal. act normal. act normal.

“oh, he’s been pretty busy. you know, with his music and stuff. I’m sorry he couldn’t make it tonight.” she replied. funny how she didn’t even know where he was, right now. 

“oh, that’s a shame. make sure to bring him around again soon! he did a whole coffee run when he visited you last time. even paid for my extra pumps of hazelnut syrup, the ol’ charmer.” maude giggled. y/n forgot how older ladies seemed to adore him. then again, everyone did.

she also did.

in an attempt to seem flattered, she shook her head with a smile on her face. she couldn’t possibly have any of them suspect anything. the last thing she needed was to be the subject of infuriating office chitchat. luckily, she found it quite easy to keep up fake conversation and with that, fake emotion. she truly didn’t care for the people she worked with. a job was a job, nothing more. sure, she loved what she did, but it didn’t change the fact that her job wasn’t her life, or at least, shouldn’t be. she barely cared about her boss, but she did care about the money. a lot. 

for all she cared, she was going to keep up the lie for as long as she had to, and she was fine with that. but maybe, just maybe, it gave her an excuse to pretend that everything was still okay between her and harry. she might as well treat her workplace as an alternate reality; a parallel universe where she could still go home to her lover and had never been kicked out of her own home. a home she helped to build with all the love she possessed in her heart. 

oh, what a waste of love, she thought.

“y/n, are you still with us?” 

“huh? what?”

people laughed. her eyebrows furrowed. she glanced around. she was confused. she felt embarrassed.

“oh, darling, maybe cut back on those drinks you’ve been chugging! I mean, I know you’re a heavyweight and it’s the weekend, but you just totally spaced out on us!“ lena - a younger coworker of hers - said, giggling her way through her remark.

“oh god, sorry. it’s been a long week, you know how it is.” she tried to go along with the joke, while truthfully feeling mortified for letting her guard down. “what were you saying?”

she honestly couldn’t care less. 

“oh, we were just talking about potentially making this a regular thing! you know, to strengthen team morale and all.”

she smiled. there was no way in hell. 

“sure! sounds fun.”

they nodded in agreement, believing her made-up enthusiasm. maybe she should’ve gone to acting school with how believable her act was. or they might just not care about her, just like she doesn’t care about them. they definitely didn’t care enough to ask.

the question was: who did care about her?

her coworkers don’t seem to do so. she’d barely seen any of her friends for a long while now. she hadn’t spoken to her family in what felt like forever. 

she always thought that harry cared.

harry. oh, harry. 

harry. harry. harry.

she suddenly rose up from her seat, pulling everyone’s eyes in her direction.

“I’m gonna use the restroom.”

and gone she was. 

her heart was beating unbelievably fast. she wasn’t feeling good, at all. maybe the alcohol did take a toll on her.

without checking her surroundings, she almost bolted to the restroom. as soon as she entered, she picked one of the empty stalls and found purchase on the sticky floor, almost dramatically sliding down along the closed door. she needed to breathe. her head hung low between her bent knees, her hands clasping around her ears. with her eyes screwed shut and her hearing now impacted, she was now robbed of most of her senses, grounding her somewhat. ‘please, please, please’ was chanted in her head like a mantra; she couldn’t lose her composure like this, anything else was not as important at this moment. 

“everything okay in there? should I get someone?”

her head shot up. fuck.

her breathing must’ve been heavy or maybe the words she repeated weren’t as quiet as she thought. she wasn’t sure who was behind the door, but she wasn’t strong enough to face them.

“uh, I’m okay! thanks for asking.”

silence. 

“y/n? is that you?”

wait, what? she knew that voice.

she got up to open the door and was suddenly faced with a very familiar face.

“jane?”

+++

harry doesn’t remember the last time he felt so hollow. with every moment that passed, he felt more and more like he was drowning. like he was making a terrible, terrible mistake.

the last thing she had said to him before she went to pack a bag was ‘fuck you, harry.’ and truthfully, at first, he was angry. angry at how they argued, angry at her for leaving, angry at himself for not asking her to stay. it was a little later though, right after the door slammed shut behind her that he realised he couldn’t have asked her to stay when he was the one who told her to leave.

and then it dawned on him. he told her to leave. he kicked her out. in the middle of the night. in a city where he himself had been robbed at knifepoint not too long ago. 

the panic kicked in soon after.

so, he called. and called. and called.

but she never answered. 

after the 30th call, her phone went straight to voicemail. that was when harry really started freaking out. 

where did she go? was she safe? what if something happened? harry wouldn’t forgive himself if something were to have happened.

he bit and chewed on his fingers until they bled. he didn’t sleep. his mind and soul were surrounded by an image of her in danger. in pain. hurt.

though, he hurt her that night. 

he was the one who put her in that situation. he hurt her. why the fuck did he do that? why the actual fuck did he do that?

when the panic passed, the self-loathing soon followed. he didn’t understand how things were so quick to turn around when they were more than okay a mere few weeks ago. he treated her like she was disposable and he doesn’t think he will ever forgive himself for it. 

when the hatred for himself outweighed the worry he had for her, he resorted to pills to find slumber that night. the sleep was terrible, but it was better than nothing.

he woke up the next morning, finding himself on his kitchen floor. he must’ve passed out then and there. he checked the clock just above the fridge. the time was 9:15 AM. if she was okay, she must be at work. he could go there to check on her, see if her car was there. but, then again, he felt like he was the last person she wanted around her at this moment. if she was even alive, that is.

his rationality came back to him somewhere after 11 in the morning, just after his shower. she was a strong and capable woman, she was probably fine. she had to be, or he was never going to be fine again.

he went back to the kitchen to fetch himself some water for his run. if there was one thing that helped him, it was running for miles and miles and miles ahead and drowning out his surroundings with music through his headphones. as he opened the fridge he was faced with a bowl that was filled with cubes of fruit. the bowl was shaped like a lemon and had the colour to go with it. he remembers how y/n had picked it out online, gushing over how cute and fitting it is.

‘you always sing about fruit! might as well have a lemon-shaped bowl, if you ask me.’

he remembers how he had chuckled in response, pulled her in for a kiss on her temple, and replied ‘whatever you want, love.’

why do those days feel so far away now? 

he looked all around the kitchen and observed how every nook and cranny of this house had pieces of her littered all over it. the kitchen clock; a soft yellow one with slender, roman numbering on it - she chose it. the light pink cabinets - she painted them. actually, they painted them together and made sweet love on that very floor when they were finished. every piece of decoration - she had collected them whenever they had travelled. he particularly took notice of a framed picture right next to the sink. a moment captured when they made fresh pasta at his mother’s house when they were there for her birthday, two years ago. he remembered the moment so, so vividly.

‘harry, for goodness’ sake! you’re making a mess!’

she was the one who rolled out the dough by hand, since harry had previously dropped the pasta maker on the floor, resulting in its break. feeling a little useless, he wanted to do whatever he could to make her laugh. so, he did what any child would do: poured flour over them. first, her nose. then, her cheeks. shortly after, her head. and when she was sick of him, she grabbed the packet from his grasp and poured every last bit over him. her glimmering eyes looked straight at his playful ones. she bit her lips, in order to deny him the satisfaction of a laugh, and he looked just about ready to burst at the seams. 

in that moment, his sister quietly took a picture, making sure to get it back to them for one of their birthdays. when she was done, she clapped her hands to gain their attention, and suddenly they stood there like deers caught in headlights. 

then, laughter erupted. loud, hearty, full laughter. 

harry had to physically shake his head to lose the memory. when a sudden sickness overcame him, he found himself emptying the contents of his stomach right into said sink. was this kind of behaviour normal after a breakup? he didn’t know.

breakup. breakup. breakup.

the word swam around his vision, making him want to gauge his own eyes out. were they broken up, now? could she ever forgive him? then again, could he forgive her for lying to him? his mind was swarmed with all sorts of questions that he had no way of finding an answer to, at least not anytime soon. 

he needed to go on that run.

so, he did. and ever so conveniently, he ran by her workplace. low and behold, her car was there, unscathed. relief flooded him, but so did dread. because if she was at work, that meant she was fine. which also meant that she didn’t pick up his calls on purpose. she didn’t want to talk to him. 

good. maybe they shouldn’t talk for a while. whatever. 

he ran back home and didn’t leave the house for the remaining day.

+++

jane was y/n’s lifelong friend. they went to high school together and were usually inseparable. however, with both of their schedules being as crazy as they were, they rarely saw each other these days. when jane saw the state of her in that bathroom stall, she paid for her tab and drove her home. y/n didn’t say much in that time, still in a state of sensory overload. it was only when she saw how they were approaching harry’s driveway that she spoke. 

“we can’t go there.” 

jane whipped her head towards the passenger seat. “what do you mean, petal?” 

y/n stared straight ahead. “we can’t go to harry’s place. can I stay with you tonight? I’ll explain everything.”

jane looked at her for a few beats longer, worry etched deep into her features, until she turned her car around and drove to her own apartment. just over 30 minutes later, they arrived.

y/n soon realised how drunk she truly was, especially when the glare of the white lightbulbs in jane’s bathroom made her head throb and her guts churn. she ended up leaning above the toilet bowl in an attempt to empty the contents of her stomach, however, her attempt was in vain; nothing left her stomach. and yet, she felt so empty. 

she wished that she had shouted at harry, maybe even slap him across his annoyingly pretty face. she wished she had done something to stop him from doing what he did. but alas, just like nothing left her now, nothing left her then. she was always so perfectly contained. harry had even told her on multiple occasions that she needed to let loose, even if it was just a little bit. he was good at helping her with that. she always felt so unbothered and carefree in his presence. 

oh, harry. what have you done?

“god, harry. you fucking idiot.” 

the first sob of the night left her. then came the second. the third quickly followed. all of a sudden, she found herself crying in agony over her best friend’s toilet.

“y/n, you okay?? can I come in?” jane called from the other side of the door, but y/n didn’t hear. the echo of her cries within the toilet bowl was too loud for her to be aware of her surroundings. thus, a very worried-looking jane came bursting through the door. as she found y/n in literal shambles across the bathroom floor, she couldn’t help but choke up herself. she’d never seen her like this, and it truly broke her heart.

“hey, hey pretty girl, it’s alright. I’m here, good god, I’m here. let it all out.”

jane ended up cradling y/n, almost like you would calm a crying baby, and y/n didn’t realise how much she truly needed it. however, she still didn’t dare to speak. she feared that, once she recalled the events out loud, they would become reality. she wasn’t ready for that to happen, not yet. maybe not ever, but definitely not now. 

so she cried and cried and cried until there was nothing left to give. jane and her wordlessly went to bed that night, bundled up in blankets to keep out the cold. 

y/n feared she might never feel normal again, if she even knew what that was. she felt like harry completed her, and that scared her to death.

when she woke up the next day, she finally threw up. with the vodka finally out of her system and her stomach basically cleansed, she felt a lot better than she thought she would. the headache was manageable and the nausea came and went. she could survive this.

she didn’t know about the rest of her circumstances, though. 

whenever the thought of him popped into her head, she did whatever she could to distract herself. first thing in the morning? she showered after her journey to the toilet bowl. after the shower? extensive skincare. when she saw her tired expression in the mirror? left the bathroom to borrow some of jane’s clothes. eventually, she had run out of distractions in the bedroom, so she escaped to the kitchen. when she started preparing breakfast and turned up the radio just a touch, she was reminded of him, again. soon enough, she realised that everything reminded her of him, and there was nothing she could do about it. would be too easy, right?

for the first time in a while, she felt vulnerable. raw. like there was no skin over her pain and a gust of wind could make it bleed.

the realisation knocked the air out of her for just a moment, but it was enough for her to turn the stove off and sit down. she felt as if she had just run up the stairs, in fear that somebody was chasing her. she felt out of breath, disoriented and weirded out. maybe she should go to that doctor to talk about her anxiety, harry had always-

“hey, you! making some breakfast? how kind.” jane chimed, bright and chipper, ripping y/n out of her thoughts. she caught her gaze, offering a smile. “oh, I was just up early today. the eggs are probably burnt, though. just a heads up.”

jane nodded and went straight to her bag of toaster waffles and popped one of them into her mouth. a quick turn later, she faced y/n with an apologetic expression. as much as she wanted to grant y/n her bit of privacy, she needed to know what happened. before jane could open her mouth, y/n spoke. she spoke and spoke and spoke, retelling the whole thing, from the moment she felt overwhelmed at work, right up to the point where harry kicked her out. this was the second day she wasn’t at his place, refusing to refer to it as ‘home’, and everything still felt awfully unreal. jane listened and listened until she snapped. 

“hold on, what? you slept in your damn car? why didn’t you call me? y/n, that was so unsafe, dear god!” 

she was pacing up and down her lengthy kitchen, trying to wrap her head around how her best friend’s picture-perfect relationship went to shit without anybody else noticing. 

“I know, jane, I know, but I wasn’t really thinking and I didn’t want to bother anyone. the two of us have barely spoken lately, and-“

“as if that matters! y/n, you’re my best friend, okay? my ride or die. it doesn’t matter if I see you once a week or once a year, I am the person you tell these things to, okay? I’m the person you ask for help!”

y/n didn’t answer, shame clouding her senses. instead, her gaze turned downwards and she started picking her nails.

“you’re staying with me until we figure this out, okay? I don’t want to hear shit.” 

when y/n didn’t answer, jane physically forced her to look at her by nudging her hand under her chin and gently dragging it upwards. “got it, petal?” 

y/n nodded.

“wonderful! oh, and if I see harry, just know I’m gonna beat the shit out of him. lord knows he deserved it-“

“you will not, okay?”

jane looked at y/n as if she had grown a third head. confusedly, she goes: “wait, are you planning to forgive him, or something?”

y/n became frustrated. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet, okay? I just don’t know. I can’t face him for a bit, but I can’t tell you what’ll happen afterwards. please don’t hurt him, I know that you actually would.”

jane listened, processed, and nodded. she didn’t want to cause her any more emotional turmoil. 

“okay, dude. whatever you say. now, let’s plan this sleepover of ours!”

+++

it’d been seven days since harry had last seen her. with every day that had passed, his emotions spiralled.

his first phase: hatred. 

he hated her. he hated her boss, her work, her mindset. he hated all of the things he could blame for their fallout, thus also hating himself. he hated himself so much that he couldn’t bare to look at himself. when he wasn’t excessively punching things in his at-home gym, he got high and broke stuff. he called her and spoke spiteful things onto her voicemail. he cried angry tears and listened to angry, devastating music. 

the music triggered the second phase: sorrow.

he cried and cried and cried, especially to sad coldplay songs or the old records that his stepfather used to collect. the crying made him tired, so he slept a lot during this phase. though, as soon as he woke up, he’d be crying again. 

when the crying stopped, the depression came.

heaviness shaped his form. his feet felt too heavy to lift,  thus his bed became his permanent residence for a bit. his mind was hazy and everything he attempted to do sucked every last bit of energy out of him, resulting in a permanent state of exhaustion. 

his empty bed triggered his longest phase: loneliness.

he missed her. so fucking much.

he missed her smell. her peaceful, sleeping state. he missed how she would always have to collect individual hairs off of their covers because her hair just shed in heaps during her slumber. he missed how she’d look up at him when the first few moments of consciousness kissed her in the morning. he missed how he could lay his head on her soft chest and listen to her steady heartbeat. he missed how she would sometimes lovingly grab him by the jaw and pull him down to kiss his forehead. he missed how she used to make him coffee in the morning and he’d eat her out on the kitchen table to say thank you. he missed her body, every mark and every freckle. he missed her voice and wished he’d recorded it at some point. he missed the way she’d hug him from every angle. he missed how she could talk to him for hours about anything. he missed making love to her.

he missed being able to love her. 

he feared that she was gone now. far, far away from his reach. he had to make peace with it, though. right?

thus he welcomed his current phase: apathy. 

he didn’t care anymore; he wasn’t going to get her back. he’d fucked up too bad, so he resorted to resenting her for her mistakes. the negative emotions that were previously directed towards him only were now evenly distributed amongst her, him, their situation and the world. he didn’t want to talk to anyone, reach out to anyone, or even acknowledge his feelings in any way. as he cleaned up his house from the shards and pieces of the the things he had destroyed, he found a weird sense of serenity in the acceptance of his downfall. all was lost now, what else could go wrong? 

then, his phone rang.

he checked. it was sarah. 

he wasn’t going to pick up, but she’d called him a few times now. he didn’t want to worry her, so he finally picked up.

“hello?”

a sigh of relief left her.

“goodness, harry, where were you? I’ve been trying to reach you for ages! look, some things need to be picked up for the rehearsal dinner on tuesday. could you maybe handle it? I wouldn’t ask you but mitch and I have been super busy with everything else. pleeaasee?”

harry’s brows furrowed. rehearsal dinner?

then, he remembered. the fucking wedding.

mitch and sarah had been officially married for over a year, yet they never had a proper celebration due to obvious restrictions. and honestly, he’d completely forgotten about it within the last few days. a wedding for his best friends, which she was also supposed to attend. how on earth could he make this right?

“oh! and tell y/n to call me back, please! I’ve been meaning to talk to her about the dresses for the bridesmaids, but her phone is dead or something.”

without missing a beat, harry replied. “yeah, sure. I’ll tell her. also, send me what you need picked up and I’ll get it to you.” 

if there was one thing harry and y/n had in common, it was this: they would always put other people’s needs above their own, especially if it concerned their loved ones. there was no way in hell he would make one of his best friends worry about him when her wedding was just around the corner. he’ll pretend if he had to. but he was not going to fuck this up for them.

“oh, you’re an angel! I’ll send you all the details, thank you! I have to go now but give y/n a kiss from me, please. love you! see you later! bye!”

the phone beeped until inevitable silence.

right, so he had to hope that y/n would attend the wedding. no, he had to be sure that she would be there. not only that; he had to hope that she would agree to act normal around their friends, for now. 

harry needed to find a way to reach her. he might’ve fucked up his own relationship, but he was not going to spoil his friend’s wedding. 

wonderful. what could go wrong? except for absolutely everything?

+++

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PART THREE IS HERE HELLOOOOO

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Summary: April comes home to find Harry asleep and not feeling the greatest.

Sickrry

To be fully honest this is like 90% fluff

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No matter how much shit I talk about living in Los Angeles, the one thing that I’m never going to even entertain badmouthing is the ocean.

Even though my favourite colour is green, there isn’t much that beats being able to sit outside with a glass of wine as company to admire the masses of blue that stretch over the horizon.

My adoration for the view had been a fairly big selling point in Harry’s speech when he listed all the reasons why my moving in with him would be a no-brainer.

The speech had honestly been completely unnecessary. I would have said yes to moving into a hole in the ground right next to an airport if that mean living with him.

Lucky for me, I get to live with the love of my life and a view of the sea that sucks the air out of my lungs.

Taking a deep breath, I tear my eyes away from the water. The mesmerizing reflection of the afternoon sun riding the higher points of the waves had me in a spell the same way it always does.

After a rather stressful day, I somehow always end up wandering around the house instead of through the front door when I get home, needing some of that calming blue before I do anything else.

Today had been one of those days. Job interviews will do that do you.

Before Harry had gone to the studio, he had sat me down to have a ‘serious conversation’ with him. He needed to make sure I knew that he was expecting a full report on how the interview goes.

A full report is what I’m prepared to give him as I finally step into our shared home, giddy with pride. Harry had called me to tell me that he would be there when I got home while I was getting a well-needed manicure to destress after the interview.

Home he is.

The first thing I notice when I get into the living room is that the TV is on. An episode of friends filling the silence.

Second thing is that the back of a head of curls is rested on the back of the couch, face out of view.

“Hi, love. How was your day?”, I ask as I put my purse down by the bottom of the staircase before padding across the light wooden floors.

Realisation dawns on me when Harry doesn’t even lift his head at the sound of my voice, but it stays in the exact same position. He’s asleep.

His body lays horizontally across the comfy, grey furniture, his upper back and head propped up with the edge of the sofa and an arrangement of colourful throw pillows. His laptop is open in his lap, but the screen is black, one of his hands splayed over the keyboard and the other one draped across his stomach.

His eyes are closed and his pillowy, pink lips are barely parted. Mocha brown, curly strands of hair fall across his forehead so delicately.

Trying to be as careful as possible so I don’t wake him from his slumber, I reach for the TV remote on the coffee table to shut it off, silence replacing the noise.

Just as I start to retrace my steps back to the stairs to let him sleep in peace, a groggy, “Hi.”, has me stopping in my tracks completely and twisting my head.

Great job, April.

“Am I still dreaming? Or is an angel standing in my living room?”

My eyes widen in surprise momentarily before I burst out laughing. “That’s horrible, H.”, I tell him through tears of laughter, hand over my heart to calm my breathing down again.

“Meanie.” Even though Harry offers me a sad pout at the insult to his horrible attempt at a pickup line, he’s still got that bright glint in his eyes I love so much.

Setting his laptop on the coffee table next to the remote, Harry throws his legs off the sofa and pats the space on his left as a silent request for me to sit down next to him. That’s something I do happily, giving Harry a peck on the lips as I make myself comfortable.

Tucking my legs up on the sofa, I lean into Harry, basking in the feeling of being close to him again. The familiar scent of him has a warm and fuzzy feeling wrapping around my heart as he curves his arm around my back. His fingertips brush comfortingly up and down my side, allowing me to relax further into him.

I take his free hand between mine, absentmindedly playing with his rings as we sit in comfortable silence. Hands in his jean-clad lap. My head rested on his shoulder, the side of his face against the top of my head.

He’s probably got a nose full of hair by now.

“How did it go today?”, Harry asks, his voice courser than normal. “Did she have common sense and realise what a genius my fiancé is?”

A small smile decorates my face when I take my attention away from the hole that’s ripped through the course material of his dark jeans, exposing the tanned skin of his knees and a small part of his thigh.

“Yeah. She’s gonna call me back in to discuss some further details next week.”, I tell him bashfully.

There’s a beat of silence. And then before I even realise what’s happened Harry’s manoeuvred me so I’m fully on my back. A knee planted firmly on either side of my body as Harry peppers my face with kisses, mumbling praises in between them.

His silly, playful mood is infectious, and I can’t help the laughter that falls from my lips as he reaffirms every kind word with a kiss.

After peppering another round of adorable kisses on my flushed skin, I return one to each of his soft cheeks. “Thank you, pretty boy.”

Harry shakes his head, “No need for that. You know I’m always proud of you, right?” His words have a cheesy smile crinkling the corners of my eyes. “And I you”, I return with a tap on his nose. He matches my expression, stars in his eyes as he kisses the tip of my finger.

“Now go get changed before you start complaining about your jeans being uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, I lie through my teeth as Harry removes his body from mine completely. He hums, seeing right through my lie, “Whatever you say.”

Striding away from him and the sofa and up the stairs, I refuse to acknowledge the shit-eating grin I know that Harry is probably sporting right now from being right. For whatever reason, he’s comfortable lounging around in jeans. How the man does it, I genuinely have no idea. I however am the kind of person who can’t get them off quickly enough.

He knows me too well

Once I’m rid of the uncomfortable jeans, I slide a pair of grey sweats up my legs before trading the top I’ve worn all day for one of Harry’s graphic tees.

“So. I was thinking we could watch a movie while we eat?”, is what I hear when I descend the stairs again. Much more comfortable than I was two minutes ago.

My heart swells in my chest as I spot Harry in the kitchen, looking at me expectantly with a plate in his hand and the sound of the microwave telling me what he’s up to. “Are we doing Me Before You or I Feel Pretty?”

Harry takes a moment to ponder over our two options before he shares his decision. “Me Before You.”

Nodding in approval, I take a seat at the kitchen island, resting my chin on my hands folded on the countertop. “How did it go at the studio today? Did you guys figure out that song you told me about the other day?”

“It actually went really well. I think we’re set on pretty much everything. All that was left really when I left was recording the guitar solo. Mitch and Tyler were about to get started on it when i went home. It’s gonna be good.” The pride is obvious in his smile as he switches out the plates in the microwave, crossing his arms above his chest and leaning against the fridge.

I hum approvingly. “You land on a title yet?”

Having a habit of keeping me on my toes and never spilling anything about his new projects, I’m taken by surprise when Harry smirks at me and gives me the answer I was looking for, “She.”

From what he has told me about She, and now the title, I’m fairly certain that this might end up being the death of me. Much like everything else the man does.

“I can’t wait to hear it.”, I tell him seriously. Harry’s cheeks gain a pinker shade, a sheepish smile as he thanks me.

Tutting and shuffling over to him, I tilt my head back to keep eye contact with him to make sure he knows I’m serious. “You are freaking amazing, H. You inspire me every day by just being yourself. I know you’ve been a little bit anxious about experimenting more with your sound and everything. And I am so fucking proud of you for not letting your fears dim your light.”

Seeming at a loss for words, eyes glossy with emotion, Harry wordlessly wraps me up in his tight embrace, burying his face in my neck. I hug him back just as tightly. He doesn't need to say anything and neither do I.

It’s the beep signalling that the food is finished heating that makes us break apart, a soft kiss exchanged before we take one plate of leftover lasagnes each and make ourselves comfortable on the sofa again.

Harry is in the chaise, legs stretched out while I sit cross-legged next to him. We balance our food in our laps, he uses my thigh and knee as a second armrest.

Pressing play on the movie, we make quick work of our meal. I hadn’t even realised just how hungry I was until the first piece of lasagne touches my tongue.

It’s fucking delicious is what it is.

Once we’re done with our dinner, Harry tugs me towards him, letting me cuddle into him.

It’s not really a secret that movie night is a favourite for both Harry and me. We have a rather long list of movies we want to watch, even though more often than not, we circle back to our favourites.

Whenever we’re watching one of our usuals, Harry can never seem to keep from reciting the lines along with the characters with the same emotion and conviction the actor playing has.

No matter what’s on the TV, he’s always needing to have some part of his body touch mine. Whether it’s just a simple hand on a thigh or tangled together the way my hair gets if I don’t brush it out the second I get out of the shower.

There is no need to even have a conversation about what his love language is. Touch.

So who am I to deny him?

I’m shaken out of my thoughts when I feel Harry remove his cheek from the top of my head, tapping my hip to get my attention.

“I’ve gotta get up for a minute, love.”, he explains when he’s got it. I nod, frowning when I notice how pale he looks. Maybe it’s just the reflection from the television that’s making his complexion sickly. “Sure. You feeling ok, Dimples?”

“I’m good. Don’t worry.” He kisses the space between my eyebrow I know is creased right now before he makes a move to get up. But it doesn’t do much to ease the concern as I take over the spot Harry just left.

He shuffles his feet to the drawer next to the sink where we keep our medicine. Observing as he places not just one but two pills from the Advil bottle on his tongue before chugging it down with water. He rubs the side of his temple as he puts the medicine back in its rightful place.

When it comes to Advil, harry barely ever takes two at a time, hating the drowsiness that comes from the pain reliever enough with just one. So the fact that he chooses to swallow two and has kept rubbing his temple, tells me that he’s got a headache worse than he can deal with on his own.

Not that he would admit to it voluntarily.

Opening my arms as an invitation, Harry lays down on his side, putting his head in my lap. The light from the TV highlights the closest points of his face, long eyelashes fanning across the tops of his cheeks as he lets his eyes fall shut.

Just as I redirect my attention back to the movie I had nearly forgotten was playing, Harry nudges the top of my thigh with his nose, “Play with my hair, please.” His eyes are still closed as he lays completely still, arms tucked into his chest.

And so I do. But not before taking the blanket that was folded across the arm of the sofa and draping it over his body. As well as I can, seeing that I can’t do much more than throw the end.

The satisfied hum Harry lets out once I run my freshly manicured fingers through his curls has me suppressing a giggle.

I bet all that I own that having his hair played with is very high on the list of his favourite things from the way he always seems to turn to putty when I do just that.

Before I know it the end credits are rolling along with the tears. My hands are still absentmindedly making little braids only to undo them in his growing hair.

His breathing is deep and even, his body completely relaxed and his nose is buried in the fabric of my sweats as if my lap was a pillow. I don’t even want to try to wake him up. The thought had crossed my mind when I’d first noticed him starting to fall asleep. Just shut the TV off and get his ass in bed. But I decided to just let him doze off completely since it was obvious that he needs it.

Knowing Harry, if he sleeps on the sofa through the night, he’ll be bothered by his neck the whole day.

I take a minute to admire him in awe. He looks so peaceful like this. Like there isn’t a thing in the world that could ever interrupt him and his peace.

Apart from me apparently.

Being as careful as I possibly can, I slide myself further away from him while lowering his head to the cushion, freeing myself so I can get up. After shutting off the TV, the living room now nearly pitch black from the lack of light, I rid Harry of the blanket and fold back over the sofa arm.

“Darling, you gotta wake up.” I caress his cheek tenderly, watching as his eyelids slowly but surely flutter open. “There he is.”

“I wanna sleep.” His pout thankfully melts into a small smile when I kiss his nose.

Before he actually does let himself fall asleep, I take his hand in mine as I get off my knees, a reluctant Harry actually sitting up in the process. His fingers are back to soothing his table and it has an instant feeling of guilt settling in the pit of my stomach.

Pulling him the rest of the way up, I don’t even question it when Harry leans most of his weight on me, arms looping around my waist and his face settling in the crook of my neck.

“Would it make you feel better if I pamper your face how you like?”, I offer. He hums and nods but makes no move to take a step in any direction.

So I remove his arms for him, slinging the closest one around my shoulders as I wrap my own around his waist so he can keep using me as his own personal crutch. Which he does all the way up the stairs, down the hallway, through our bedroom and into our bathroom where he lets go and seats himself on top of the closed toilet seat.

Thankfully the lights were already dimmed, and it doesn’t look like he’s too bothered by them either.

As I’m setting up the products I know are his favourites, I glance over at him every few seconds. He looks like he could sleep for a week and still not be fully rested.

Dark circles and heavy under eyebags are more visible from how dull and pale his skin is. It’s lacking that glow and shine of life that’s always adorned his features as if he was an angel sent from heaven.

I wash my hands before getting his hair out of his face with the use of his fluffy, baby-blue headband.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s bothering you?”, I ask him as I start to cleanse his dampened skin, taking my time to get all that funk out of his pores, careful to keep the product out of his closed eyes. The way he has his head slightly tilted back makes it a lot easier.

“Head hurts.”

It actually feels like someone just took a tug at my heart. And not in a good way. “I’m so sorry, my love.”, I murmur, kissing the top of his head.

Keeping his hands comfortably at my hips as I stand between his legs, Harry just shrugs his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal. “S’fine.”

He’s full of shit and we both know it.

But knowing him I don’t try to argue and just continue with the task at hand in silence. With the exception of the hums of appreciation every now and then.

Doing his skincare routine for him isn’t going to magically take away his troubles. But if it can put a little bit of pleasure and comfort into the mix, I would happily stand and pamper him for hours on end.

Once he’s all done, I take his headband off for him and with a giggle, I give him the kiss he’s silently asking for by puckering his lips.

Harry watches me with tired eyes and his toothbrush slowly cleaning his teeth as I make quick work of my own nighttime routine.

Even though it’s way earlier than we normally even think about going to sleep, Harry is obviously about ready to throw in the towel where he sits judging by how slowly he’s brushing his teeth. The events and stress of the day have tired me out as well, to be honest.

His mumbled, “I love you”, through a mouthful of toothpaste had me giggling as I returned the sentiment.

Harry tries to help me put everything in its rightful place again, pouting when I tell him to sit his pretty little sick ass right back down again and let me take care of it. If he’d been his usual, not sick, self, he never would’ve listened.

“C’mon, Dimples. Time for bed.” “Yes, ma’am.”

I shake my head at the poor attempt at a smirk the man makes that quickly morphs into a grimace from his headache as I help him back onto his feet.

As if his body knew how close he was to finally be able to lie down and sleep again, the second his eyes lands on his final destination for today, he releases a yawn that makes his eyes all but disappear.

He plops down on top of the duvet, getting to work on shedding off his pink mickey mouse sweater as I slide my sweatpants off my legs and drop all the decorative pillows on the floor with them. Since neither of us bothered with turning on the light when we entered the room, there’s no need to make the short walk to the switch by the door.

“Do you need anything else?”, I ask as I fold back the duvet. I jump in surprise when I feel something hard meet my back the second I stand up only to realise that it’s just Harry when he hugs me to his chest and kisses the top of my head.

Swaying us slowly from side to side, he murmurs against my hair, “All I need is you.”

The butterflies that are going crazy from just how much I love this man in my stomach, stay there.

They keep buzzing around long after the warmth of the duvet envelops our bodies. The kiss goodnight Harry laid on my lips didn’t make them go away. They only increase when Harry nestles his face into my chest with his arm slung across my stomach. As if those little creatures could feel just how close he was.

I’m pretty sure they kept floating around long after I drifted off to sleep.

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Sweet girl

Sinopse: S/n é fã de Harry e acaba tendo uma oportunidade irrecusável.

NotaAutora: Olha acho que tô meio enferrujada pra hots então não sei se ficou tão bom assim.

Aviso: +18, muito flerte, me perdoem se tiverem erros.

Pedido: a gente bem que podia ter algo bem hotzão inspirado nessa preciosa foto 😍🥵🔥

Sarah havia convidado sua prima para o show do Harry nesse fim de semana. S/n havia acabado de fazer 21 anos e foi presente perfeito, afinal, ela era muito fã do cantor.

— Minha prima está vindo nesse final de semana, tem problema? — A baterista questionou ao Harry que finalizava seu cabelo para o show.

— Mas você não pode ficar com ela — apontou o dedo para o cantor. — É sério, Harry.

— Nossa, eu nem sei quem ela é! Por que eu faria isso? — Colocou a mão em seu peito, fingindo estar ofendido. — Além disso, eu ainda nem a conheci, não sei por que tanta preocupação.

— Assim que você a ver, você vai querer ela, S/n é seu tipo.— Mitch entrou na conversa.

— Meu tipo? — Styles Ficou intrigado.

— Tipo a garota dos seus sonhos. — Afirmou o amigo.

— Então por que não posso ficar com ela? — Fez um biquinho. — Por quê?

— Ela é minha priminha, só tem 21 anos, Harry! Só 21 anos, ela é muito nova para você, eu não quero que fique com ela. — Ela chegou mais perto, quase encostando o dedo indicador em seu rosto. — Promete!

— Tá! Tá! — Afastou a mão da amiga. — Eu prometo.

Mas Harry nunca foi bom em manter promessas, porque no instante que S/n passou pela porta o mundo pareceu estar em câmera lenta, ela era linda, com aquele sorriso encantador nós lábios, uma saia rosa curta, bota de cowboy, regata branca justa dando a perfeita visão de um belo decote, ele sabia que estava ferrado.

— Recomponha-se. — Mitch deu um belo cutucão em Harry, o trazendo-o de volta à realidade.

Ele a queria.

— Sarah.— A linda garota pulou nos braços de sua prima. — Mitch! — Seu namorado foi o próximo.

Calorosamente ela deu um aceno a todos que estavam ali e então se virou para o popstar.

— Olá, Harry, muito prazer. — Estendeu a mão.

— Oi! Eu sou o Harry, Harry Styles, Harry. — Ele estava nervoso?

— Oi, Harry. — Riu segurando a mão dele, balançando. — Eu sou a S/n.

— Sarah falou bastante de você.

— Espero que somente coisas boas.

— Ótimas. — Ele ainda continuava segurando a pequena mão.

— Então. — Sarah puxou sua prima para mais perto, a afastando de Harry. — Está com fome?

— Faminta, foi um voo longo até aqui.

— Vem, vou pegar algo para você.

— Tchau! Harry. — A garota sorridente deu uma picadinha.

Como ele iria sobreviver essa noite?

S/n era a própria fan girl, ela torceu e vibrou a cada música que Harry cantava, dançando e gritando como todas as outras garotas que estavam ali o venerando, mas tinha algo nela que fazia Harry se interessar ainda mais, talvez fosse o fato de Sarah proibi-lo de se quer pensar nela ou talvez seja por ela ser muito gostosa e qualquer um ficaria totalmente caidinho por seu olhar penetrante e sorriso inocente.

Pós-show, todos se reuniram no hotel onde estavam hospedados para um after. No bar, Harry estava sentado com seu segundo copo de isque na mão, seus olhos só acompanhando os movimentos de S/n, observando cada detalhe enquanto ela conversava com alguns membros da banda.

S/n podia sentir seu olhar, até porque Harry não estava nem disfarçando para olha-lá, isso a encorajou a ir ao encontro dele.

— Oi? — Com um leve sorriso, ela sentou-se ao lado dele.

— Oi! — Timidamente respondeu.

— Você está bem aí? Parece solitário.

— Estou bem. — Seu tom estava ríspido.

— Posso?— Ela pegou a bebida de sua mão. — Nunca provei uísque.

— Você não acha que é muito nova?

— Não seja puritano, Harry. — Ela sorriu, tomando um gole, olhando diretamente em seus olhos. — Não é tão ruim quanto pensava.

— Acho que já vou dormir, tenha uma ótima noite. — Foi se levantando quando a mão dela agarrou seu braço.

— Por que tem me evitado?

— Eu não tenho. — Mentiu.

Era o que Harry tem feito a noite toda, afinal ele queria ser um bom amigo para Sarah, mas S/n não facilitou nenhum um pouco para ele, então ficar longe dela e ser mal-humorado era a única opção.

— Você tem, sim, você não gostou de mim? — Fez um biquinho triste. — Eu fiz alguma coisa?

— Não, não é isso, não é nada. — Ele se atrapalhava nas palavras. — Eu gostei de você, você parece ser uma garota muito legal.

— Gostou? — O sorriso voltou a aparecer. — Se eu sou tão legal, por que você não me leva para outro lugar? — Mordeu os lábios.

— Sabe, eu e você, isso não pode acontecer.

— Direto. — Ela riu. — Calma, eu só queria me divertir um pouco, queria conhecer você melhor. — Soltou seu braço. — Sarah falou para ficar longe de mim? Por isso parece um gatinho assustado?

— Eu não estou assustado.

— Não? — Ela levantou-se aproximando-se de sua orelha, o coração de Harry começou a errar as batidas. — Relaxa, eu não vou agarrar você, só se quiser. — Sussurrou, um leve sorriso repousando em seus lábios.

— Pare de brincar comigo.

— E então, aonde vai me levar? — Continuou a provocação.

— Eu vou?

— Vai, eu sei que vai. — Pegou o copo em cima do balcão, tomando mais um gole com os olhos fixos nele.

— Se eu levasse, aonde iria querer ir?

— Me mostra seu quarto?

— Meu quarto? Acho que não é uma boa ideia. 

— Ah! Vamos, eu só quero ver o que tem no quarto de hotel de um famoso popstar. 

— Nada muito interessante, você não vai gostar.

— Me leva e aí eu te digo se gosto ou não.

— Somente ver?

— Eu prometo.

— Tudo bem — Harry disse enfim.

Ela era bem insistente e ele estava querendo saber onde isso poderia chegar. 

Ambos se entreolharam enquanto as portas do elevador se fechavam, depois que Harry apertou o botão do andar. Um calor estava se espalhando pelo local. Styles parecia nervoso, o que era raro, afinal, ele sempre tomava iniciativa em uma relação. O frio na barriga se instalou nele até as portas se abriram. Ele foi o primeiro a sair, guiando-a para fora do elevador e pelo corredor luxuoso. Logo, aproximando-se de uma porta na qual ele passou um cartão e a abriu.

— Então é isso. — Deu espaço para ela entrar. 

S/n entrou na suíte da cobertura, toda luxuosa, com grandes janelas do chão ao teto que ostentavam uma vista incrível.

— Uau! — Comentou antes de aproximar-se da janela. — Olha, está vista.— Logo depois, ela se acomodou na beira da grande cama. 

O colchão era macio, lençóis de seda, S/n aproveitou e se jogou ali.

— Está gostando? — Harry se segurou para não se juntar a ela.

— Ainda não sei. — Fingiu, sentando-se. — Serve uma dose para mim? — Indicou a bandeja com uma garrafa de uísque no quarto.

— Tem certeza? É forte e você nunca tomou antes.

— Você pode tomar comigo então, não é? Assim, você não me deixa beber demais.

Três doses depois, ambos já pareciam meio altos, risos ficaram mais frouxos, o mundo mais devagar. 

— Essa câmera é sua? — Ela ficou curiosa ao ver o objeto na cabeceira da cama.

— Sim. 

— Posso ver?

— Claro.

Era uma Polaroid retrô, branca, bem bonita, parecia ser cara. S/n mexeu nela, tirando uma foto sem querer.

— Desculpe. — A foto borrada saiu logo em seguida. — Acho que não sei nem como mexer numa dessas. 

 Mas ela começou a se aventurar, sentou-se na ponta da cama e apontou para a vista. Outro clique, tirou algumas fotos de si mesma. Harry estava sentado em uma cadeira à sua frente bebendo, era uma pose perfeita para mais uma foto.

— Diga cheese. — A garota alertou antes de apertar o botão.

Com um sorriso sonolento Styles posou para foto, assim que a foto saiu, ela guardou para si mesma. 

S/n estava determinada a provocá-lo, ela levantou a saia, tirando uma foto de sua calcinha. Assim que a fotografia saiu, ela caminhou em passos largos, indo até ele, inclinou-se, colocando a foto guardada em seu bolso.

— Para você.

— Não vai me deixar ver?— Questionou curioso.

— Você quer ver? — Mordeu os lábios, parando bem entre suas pernas.

— Sim.

S/n ergueu a saia até a cintura, deixando à mostra sua calcinha rosa. Bem na frente, estava escrito Harry Styles em vermelho.

— Gostou?

— Porra!— Engoliu em seco. 

— Toque-me. — Implorou em um sussurro.— Eu quero que você me toque.

Harry deixou sua bebida de lado, suas grandes mãos tocaram em suas coxas, apertando-a.

— Não assim. — Bufou.

— Você queria que eu tocasse em você. — Harry fingiu-se de desentendido. — Estou fazendo o que você pediu.

— Você sabe que não foi isso que eu quis dizer.— Olhou para ele desapontada.

— Mas estou me divertindo só conversando com você.— Defendeu-se. — Você já sabe o que penso sobre nós. 

— Você vai se divertir mais me fodendo, e você sabe disso.

Harry sorriu enquanto balançava a cabeça.

— Você devia parar de me provocar. — Avisou com uma intensidade em seus olhos.

 

— Oh! É sério? E o que acontece se eu continuar?

— Acho que você sabe o que acontece.— Ele não conseguiu esconder seu sorriso.

S/n, vagarosamente, foi descendo o zíper lateral de sua saia em frente ao Harry, até que a peça estivesse no chão.Os olhos dele a devoravam avidamente, todo seu corpo implorava por ela, uma necessidade de tê-la, mais do que qualquer outra coisa. As botas foram logo em seguida, sua blusa foi junto. Agora ela estava em sua frente somente de roupas íntimas.

Harry não conseguiu se segurar mais, passou o braço em volta de sua cintura, seus dedos longos e agarrando-a pelos quadris trazendo a para cima dele, S/n montou nele antes de unir seus lábios aos dele, ela não perdeu tempo a jogar seus braços sobre os ombros, jogando sua toca para longe agarrando seus cabelos, pressionando ainda mais lábios nos lábios macios e quentes.

Era fácil se perder naquele beijo, saboreando o gosto de isque em seus lábios, sua colônia amadeirada enchendo seus sentidos, a barba a fazer roçando em sua pele. O beijo estava tão intenso que enviava sensações de arrepios, as mãos dela serpentearam para dentro do moletom dele, puxando para cima.

— Apressadinha. — Riu, tirando a blusa, revelando seu abdômen tonificado.

— Você é muito gostoso.— Deixou escapar, enquanto seus dedos percorrem o tanquinho bronzeado.

Styles a puxou para outro beijo, desta vez mais lento, ele sugava suavemente seus lábios, descendo seus beijos desleixados em seu pescoço. Um pequeno “ai” surgiu nos lábios dela, quando Harry mordeu seu pescoço, sugando deixando algumas marcas.

A calcinha dela já estava molhada com o quão excitada estava, pelos movimentos que fazia no colo de Harry provavelmente havia uma pequena mancha de excitação em sua calça, ela só precisava um pouco de alívio, agarrou a mão dele e a empurrando entre as pernas, os dedos de Harry alcançaram seu clitóris vestido e ela não conseguiu segurar um gemido, balançando os quadris mais rápido. 

— Você tem um gemido tão gostoso. — Murmurou baixinho em seu ouvido, apertando seu quadril.

 

— Porra, querido, não pare. — As últimas palavras foram abafadas pela boca de Harry. 

Ele não cansava de beija-lá, senti-la se contorcendo contra ele, Harry estava com tanto tesão, ele precisava estar dentro dela. 

— Eu preciso de você agora.— murmurou em seu ouvido, dando beijos em seu pescoço.

Ele a ergueu o suficiente para baixar suas calças até o calcanhar. Harry soltou um suspiro de alívio quando finalmente libertou seu pau dolorido. A camisinha que estava no bolso de trás pousou em suas mãos rapidamente, deslizando em seu pênis. Styles sabia que tinha um pau grande, então a deixou sentar devagar, deslizando para dentro tão lentamente que o fez gemer e jogar a cabeça para trás.

Novos gemidos preenchiam o quarto, cada vez que ela rolava os quadros sobre ele. Era tão bom ouvi-los, eles ainda eram mais doces em cima de seu pau. 

Logo ela pegou o ritmo, subindo e descendo, mais rápido, foi nesse ponto que percebeu que Harry Styles não era quieto na cama. Aquela voz rouca ao pé do ouvido, implorando por mais, a estimulava a continuar. 

— Quero ouvir você gemendo meu nome.— As mãos dele capturam suas bochechas. — Quando você geme, eu fico louco.

— Harry. — Sua voz era tão manhosa, ele quase gozou só de ouvi-la. — É tão bom sentir você dentro de mim, Harry. — Fechou os olhos com força.

As pernas dela começam a tremer, o som da sua boceta escorregadia na pele dele estava ficando cada vez mais alto. 

— Desse jeito, eu não vou aguentar... Isso é tão boom. — Lagrimejou.— Quero estar olhando para você quando gozar. — Seu indicador ergueu o queixo dela, tornando quase impossível desviar o olhar. — Olhe para mim. — intimou.

Com a testa colada nele, seu olhar fixado nas grandes iris esverdeadas, S/n sentiu a euforia se aproximando, seu coração bateu mais rápido, respiração ficou ainda mais ofegante, pequenos gemidos escaparam de seus lábios trêmulo, foi difícil manter o contato visual quando seu corpo começou a se contorcer e o prazer intenso a tomou.

Ver a carinha dela de prazer acabou com ele, o orgasmo o atingiu sem nem mesmo dar tempo para segurá-lo, seu corpo trêmulo agarrou-a, os gemidos roucos em seu ouvido enquanto seu rosto estava enterrado em seus cabelos.

S/n desmoronou no peito de Harry. Ambos estavam exaustos, sonolentos, ainda tentando se recuperar.

— Eu adorei essa buceta. Você combina tão bem comigo. — Confessou, puxando para um beijo desleixado. — Acho que nunca fiquei com uma garota tão ousada como você.

— Eu só tinha uma chance, não podia desperdiçar —Seus olhos cansados sorriram para ele.

— Não se preocupe, bebê, eu vou colocar meu número no seu telefone e você me liga caso queira ter uma segunda.

— Olha, que eu ligo. — Riu ao brincar com os seus cabelos.

— Vou estar ansiosamente esperando por isso.

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[whitemancumslut]

2022 Winter with Harry and his family (short version)

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[celestialhrry]

It’ll Be Okay

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, has bipolar disorder, and no one can bring her out of her episodes other than him.

WARNING: There is going to be mentions/actions of alcohol abuse, drug use, outbursts of anger, sudden changes in mood and domestic violence in this story. Harry does smoke in this as well. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue reading.

Y/N’s POV:

I sat on the couch with the bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, mascara and tear stains on my cheeks. The alcohol and drugs were the only two things that made me feel at peace in this moment. Serenity.

A sudden click of the lock causes me to immediately put out my cigarette and hide the bottle of vodka. I attempt to walk up to the door, my steps going every which way. When he walks in, his face immediately changes, the scent of the marijuana pungent on my clothes and in the house, the smell of alcohol fuming off my breath.

“Oh, Harry! Hello. How was work?” I say, my voice slurring with every word I speak. I lean into his chest, putting all of my weight into him, making him tumble back a couple of steps.

“Are you okay, honey? You’re having another episode, aren’t you? Let’s get you on the couch, okay?”

“No, I wanna go upstairs! Have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” I say, a smirk present in my face.

“Absolutely not. You legally cannot give consent if you’re under the influence, baby. Stay on the couch, okay? I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.”

“No, no water.”

“Yes, water. You need some in your system, love.” He leaves me on the couch with a kiss to my forehead to go get some water.

I sit patiently on the couch, and after deciding he was taking to long, I grab my lighter and another cigarette. After lighting it, I take a long drag and inhale the smoke for a couple of seconds before puffing it out, when Harry walks in.

“Baby, what did we talk about? No smoking inside, right? That’s for outside only, my love.” He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it out in the ashtray next to the couch.

Suddenly, your mood changes drastically and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Harry immediately notices and is by your side in an instant, god knows what he did with the glass of water in his hands. For all he knows, it means nothing to him right now.

“Baby love, what’s going on? You having another episode, pretty girl? You can talk to me.” He says, his voice softening at the quick change of your emotions.

“I-I was just thinking about my past. My dad. And how he used to hit me. And I was thinking about it and I just brought the thought into my head that maybe that would be you one day and my emotions got the better of me. I know you would never do that to me or anyone for that matter, but my emotions got a hold of me. I’m sorry.” Harry sits there in silence for a second, probably out of sheer shock that I would ever think he would do something even remotely close to lay a finger on someone without their verbal consent.

“Oh, baby, my love. I would never ever do such a thing to you. I know how much you despise your father and although I’ve never met him, I despise him as well. He ruined your life. No one deserves to go through that. Especially you, my angel.” He ever so softly pecks your cheek, being as gentle as possible with you, knowing you’re at your most vulnerable right now.

You fall further into his arms, seeking for a safe haven, which he was yours. He wraps his arms tightly around you, placing a few kisses on the top of your head.

“I know that smoking helps you calm down so if you want to go into the backyard and do that you can feel free, my love. I’ll even join you this time. Stressful day at work.” Harry says and your heart grows a little more for him. You really only smoke to calm your nerves, but it turned into more of an addiction now. Harry rarely ever joins you for a smoke, it’s not really his thing but when he feels anxious or stressed about something related to his career, he’ll join you.

“That would be amazing, baby. I love you.” You peck his lips and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter from the table next to the couch, grabbing his hand with your free one and leading him outside with you to the bench you have out there.

He sits down before you and you sit down, putting your legs over his. You hand him the box and he takes one out, lighting it before handing you the box and the lighter. You watch him blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth before placing the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.

You adjust your position, curling up against Harry’s side, him moving his arm above your head to take another puff of the cigarette.

“Thank you for always being here for me, H. It really does mean a lot to me. I love you.”

“Of course, baby. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, lovie. I love you so much more.”

And he locks that in with a kiss to your lips.

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Sorry for not posting since like August. School started and it’s my senior year so I’ve been super busy with college apps but I finished yesterday so I should be posting more. Love you guys so much!!!!

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[britswriting]

When Mummy's away; we play! h.s

Summary: Harry's baby surprises him on stage!

Request: No

Warnings: All fluff Xx

Pairing: Y/N + Harry are married

Trope: Dadrry!

MC: Harry

Rate: Everyone

Word Count: 500

Repost/translations: No

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Harry was standing at his mic, beautifully singing Matilda when he noticed the crowd's screams were a lot louder than normal; popping his eyes open, he scanned the audience, confused.

He made eye contact with a fan, seeing him pointing at the big screen, cranking his neck to see; a big grin landed on his face.

There was his son being filmed, crawling up the stairs.

"It appears we have a guest" He chuckled, hearing the screams.

Harry happily walked over to the side where the steps were, squatting as he opened his arms; encouraging his son. "Come here lovie!" The mic picked up, the crowd cooing at the words. "Come to dada, come here! — Good boy!" Harry cheered, his baby finally reaching the top of the steps. Harry happily picked up his son, kissing his cheek and adjusting his mic.

"Wembley! This is my son, he's learned to crawl" Harry laughed, kissing his son's cheek again. "Where's mummy?" He questioned, walking over to where his wife normally was. "Did mummy abandon you? Where's your mum? Y/N?" Harry spoke into the mic, confused. "I guess we do have a guest, I don't know where your mum went" Harry hummed, bouncing his son a little.

"I guess we're having an intermission" Harry spoke in a baby voice, his son wiggling out of his hold. "They weren't kidding when they said once they learn to move, it's all they want to do!" Harry told the crowd, keeping an eye on his son who was crawling across the stage towards Mitch. "I guess I'm to blame for this one" Harry chuckled, "During sound check I sort of uh.. encouraged this earlier. Ya know? When it was safer… — has anyone located my wife?" Harry questioned again, eyeing towards his manager.

On the big screen showed Harry's 1 year old son messing with Mitche's shoelaces, Mitch wiggling his foot which was frustrating the baby,

Harry covered the mic with his hand, moving it away from him; his back to the crowd as he called for his son, gaining the baby's attention.

Harry and Y/N had decided to keep his name a secret, but the baby quickly turned around at his name, a grin on his face, ignoring whatever Harry had said which ended in Harry walking over and picking him up.

"Terrible twos came early" Harry muttered in the mic, the crowd laughing.

"I guess I'll be sitting down with my little love for this next one! If anyone has located my wife, let me know!" He announced, carefully sitting down on the stage, his son now in his lap, fascinated by the corded mic.

As Harry sang Matilda, he kept looking down at his son, not being able to hold back his smile.

This was home.

Harry was informed once the song was done that Y/N had been located, tsking his wife as she climbed the steps.

"Want to tell the arena where you were off to?" Harry spoke in a fake parental tone which made his wife grin.

"I had to go to the loo! Jeff was babysitting!" She defended, grabbing her baby from her husband.

"So it was Jeff's fault! Typical" He tsked, chuckling, removing the mic and leaning in, whispering in Y/N's ear before covering their faces and then kissing his son, waving bye bye.

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[smilesstyless]

older h buys you a stuffed animal because you had a rough day

"Sunshine, I'm home," Harry yells through the house. He hates it that you have a rough day. Je asked Niall at work what happened and he told him everything.

"I bought you a present," he leans in the door frame of his bedroom. You pull the covers over your head.

Harry walks over and sits down next to you, he release the covers. "I fired her," he smiles like a proud child.

"You did what?!" You sit straight up in the bed. You never thought harry would fire someone because she was mean to you.

"I fired her, she made you sad. I hate to see my sunshine sad, so I bought you a stuffed animal, to light your mood up," he holds out a brown teddy bear with a red tie around his neck.

You smile at him, as you take the teddy bear.

"Thank you h," you whisper against his lips

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[harrysmimi]

Happy Birthday Daddy

Synopsis: One where Harry's daughter plans something special for his birthday, and ends up confessing anymore to things to his baby mama

CW: A butt load of Fluff and a pinch of angst.

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Harry was home, exhausted even on his break.

He's been taking care of little Alba whilst her Mummy is busy with work, also taking care of all the other house chores as his house keeper was on a vacation. He was still finding little pieces of confetti as he cleaned the house from Alba's birthday just last week they celebrated at his house. She turned three!

YN was there to pick up Alba on her home from work, she's usually got their daughter, especially when he's touring and all. But Alba is still her daddy's princess.

"Have a nice day with Mummy, okay Princess?" Harry kissed all over his little girls face, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes!" Alba chirped, "we gonna eat cake!"

"Yeah, we're gonna eat loads of cake tomorrow." He chuckled and looked up at YN who was patiently waiting for them to be done with their goodbyes for the day.

YN had gotten off work early today, she wanted to spend a day with Alba as she felt too bad not being able to be with her since her birthday. Alba loves both her parents though she's too young to understand her parents are not typical pair of parents, like most of her friends' from nursery.

"You're gonna be there tomorrow?" Harry asked, still crouched with a wiggly toddler in his arms.

"Oh, I'll have to see. Not sure though." YN shrugged.

"Alright." Harry sighed, "what are you two upto today?"

"We're going to get our hair and nails done, then we'll go eat out go home and watch a movie, won't be Alba?" YN cooed looking at her daughter.

"Yes!" She clapped her tiny hands in excitement. "I wan'to get fwenges, Papa!"

"Yeah? You're gonna look so pretty with fringes baby." He beamed at his little one, "and you do need a little hair cut don't you?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded, "wess go Mummy!" She turned around to give her dad a little kiss on his mouth before running to put her shoes on.

Even though Harry doesn't mind outside shoes in his house she still carries the manners of not wearing dirty shoes inside. She knows it's very dirty and not hygienic. Such a smart little kid she is. Harry walked them out, strapped the little girl in her car seat whilst YN put all her stuff away in the booth.

"I'll drop her off at ten tomorrow." YN said.

"Okay, drive safe." He smiled watching her get in her car.

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Rest of the day Harry spent in his house, reading and making himself some lunch at home. He instantly missed Alba as she would tail around him and make a mess trying to help him cook, but she deserves to be with her Mummy as well.

He did kept getting loads of updates of her though, like she got her nails done in pink and gold, got her hair trimmed and her fringes cut like she had asked for.

"You're being so brave, Alba, I'm so proud of you." YN spoke in the video behind the camera as Alba got her hair washed.

He remembered YN telling him before her birthday they did went to get her hair cut but she got too overwhelmed and scared. Today she was being very brave. It was her second hair cut ever. It was a long video. The hair dresser asking YN if she's filming and her telling the man that she's sending the video Alba's dad and the hair dresser called him her husband on accident but she did not bother to correct him.

A few pictures of Alba making silly faces with a white towel wrapped around her head. She looked ditto like his mini version. The same eyes, same lips, same dimples, same nose, same way of posing for pictures, Same curly blonde hair which are slowly turning brown.

About half and hour later he got pictures of Alba's hair all styled with her natural curls dropping to her shoulders, her chubby cheeks looking more prominent with fringes framing her face.

More pictures of her messily eating a pizza and ice cream and sipping on what looks like strawberry milkshake. It was quite late so the updates stopped, he reckoned they both went back home. She was having a field day.

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On the other side, YN thought it would be a good idea to get Alba on the idea of making her dad a gift bag. He had strictly asked not to get him anything but he won't be able to say no if Alba is behind it all.

So they went to stores YN knew she could afford which was H&M, Alba picked a very pretty baby blue button down shirt for her dad. YN didn't know his pant size so they opted for a necklace instead, a little H and A and a heart charm on it. Alba wanted to add some socks to the bag as well. From the kids section she picked a tiny white cat stuffie with a pink nose and green buttoned eyes. A couple of hair clips YN picked out knowing he uses those.

"Mummy, I wan this pwease!" She found a little barbie RV for herself.

She did get a load of presents this year but YN couldn't get her much other than a cake and a few clothes so she plopped the toy in the cart. They also found Tiaras, Alba picked three one for each of them.

From the next store they picked out a pair of new Nike workout shoes, YN wanted to get him a pair as she had seen his old ones are holding onto it by threads. And they were off to craft store next where YN picked a shimmery paper bag and decorative tissue papers. And two cards.

He did the same for YN last year. They also picked his favorites chocolates and sweets from the bulk store.

Alba had a little tantrum wanting to go to Build-a-bear again even though she went just two days ago with her Aunty Gemma.

After getting dinner outside, both the girls went back home and Alba was off to bed in no time. She even skipped her nightly bath time she was that tired. Just as she was about ready to get Harry's gift bag ready after all the other house chores she got a call from him, he usually calls in before Alba's bed time to talk her to sleep.

"Hi," YN said.

"Hello," he chirped, "is Alba asleep?"

"Mhmm. She went straight to bed after we got back home." YN informed him.

"She must be really tired then." He said, "just wanted to talk to her before I headed out with me friends."

"Oh, yeah no, I think she's in deep sleep." She checked up on Alba who seemed to be in deep sleep. "Yep."

"Alright." He let out a sighed and hung up.

The next morning, YN got to preparing for breakfast. She knows Harry's gonna be hung over and she thought she'd make him some too knowing she has to make some for herself and their daughter food. After getting Alba ready they got to writing on the little cards.

"Mummy, hwelp me pwease?" Alba asked, she had a green Sharpie in her hand and she climbed up on her mum's lap.

"What do you wanna write for your Papa?" YN asked.

"Mmm," she looked up thinking with her pointer finger tapping onto her chin, "you are the bwest Papa, Alba love you soooo much!" She announced.

"Yeah? And do you also wanna write Happy Birthday on it?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded.

YN held her hand as they wrote the little message onto one side. The little girl wanted to make a little drawing for her dad on the other side. So she got to that. YN got a little card for him too so she wrote a little something onto it.

They placed all the things in the bag and his it all with decorative tissue before getting to make breakfast and head out.

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"Papa, I go' you gwifs!" Alba made a run towards her father as soon as she got to his place.

"You didn't had to my love!" Harry cooed already scooping the little girl in his arms. "You look so pretty in your new dress!"

Harry was still in his PJs, probably hung over, black basket ball shorts and a worn down gray t-shirt. His mug filled with his usual black coffee. He still uses the mug YN got him ages ago.

"Mummy, gimme bag!" She demanded as her dad carried her to the living room. She talks just like Harry, she had also picked up on his accent very much, well, it was meant to be really.

"That one's got breakfast in it, Alba," YN reminded her, "the one with the tissue paper."

"Oh!" She sounded and carried the bag with decorative tissue paper to her dad. "Happy birfday, Papa!"

"Aw thank you baby!" He cooed watching ber struggle to carry the bag twice her own size but he opted not to help her. She's an independent girl, and she'd throw a tantrum if he tried to help her.

"Open, open, open!"

"Okay, okay," he placed his empty coffee mug on the coffee table chuckling at her excitement, before he got to opening the bag, it was yellow sparkly bag with green tissue on it. The first thing he saw was card Alba wrote for him.

"Happy Birthday Daddy." He read the cover of the card and glanced at his daughter who was leaning onto his thigh looking at him in anticipation and adoration as he opened and read what's written inside. "You are the best Papa, Alba love you so much!!- you are the best daughter, I love you!"

"Love you!" She grinned, getting on her tippy toes she placed a tiny little kiss on his mouth. "Look, Alba draw a heart, an' a smiwey fo' you," she pointed out the little drawings, "this you, this Mumma an' Alba."

There was a stick figure drawings of her little family. She was also holding a balloon in the little painting. She even used gree for both their eyes and brown for her mum's. He liked it, there is so much a three year old can do.

"I really appreciate this baby, thank you." He gave her a little forehead kiss.

"Yo' welcome, Papa."

He got to the next thing, it was all the chocolates and sweets. And then he got to the necklaces and charms. "Oh, this is so pretty. I'm gonna wear this now." He put on the necklace.

"You look so pwetty." She squealed.

He even named his first Gucci collection after both of them. "HA HA HA" which stood for "Harry&Alba Harry&Alba Harry&Alba". Though no one knew he's got a daughter now, it was something he wanted to do for her. He even got little blazers made of her size so they could match for her birthday last week. He asked her to pick out the next thing.

"Papa, wear this too." Alba demanded picking out the blue shirt she picked for him.

"This is so nice, my little angel, thank you so much." He smiled at her and not before glancing at her mother who was sat at a distance on a love seat watching both of them. She probably took a few candid pictures and videos of them.

"That's all I could afford, hope you like it." YN said.

"No, this is so thoughtful of you." He smiled, "even though I told you I don't want anything, I really appreciate it. Thank you."

"Yo' welcome!" Alba chirped making her parents laugh, she had already gotten into the little bag of the sweets which her dad's.

"Papa this," Alba realised and fished out the Tiaras from the bag, "pwetty papa!" She celebrated after placing one her dad's head.

Harry laughed, "now your turn." He placed the pink one on her head to match her dress. She gave him a little twirl giggling loudly. Next Harry picked out the stuffed toy, he cooed.

"Her name is Alba as well." YN pointed out as Alba was not likely going to explain it to him the same way she did yesterday at the store, "she picked it out so you can take this Alba on tour with you always."

"Awe that's so sweet!" He chuckled, "what what's this?"

"I pway with this?" Alba asked.

"Of course, princess." Harry gabe the toy to her.

"Fank you." She grabbed the toy and ran to the play corner, leaving her dad to pick last two things.

"No, you didn't had to get me these!" Harry exclaimed. "These are very expensive YN."

"I know, Alba got those for you." She shrugged.

"But you paid for it."

"She did." YN pointed at the girl chowing down on vegan gummy bears busy with her wooden kitchen set. Harry knew it he won't get to eating any of those, so he didn't mind her eating his chocolates and sweets.

He just squinted his eyes at YN playfully as he picked out last two things in the bag, it was another card. This card just read Happy Birthday. He opened it to find a little note written on it in nice handwriting.

"Anyway, I need to get going now." YN announced before giving him a chance to speak up, "you can drop her off tonight whenever."

"You're not going to stay over for breakfast?" He seemed visibly upset.

"I've got to go to work today, took a half day."

"Would you want to come over for dinner then? Mum is coming over to help me later. Please, YN?" He asked.

"Okay, I'll see." She agreed, giving into his puppy face. The same puppy face she couldn't resist yesterday buying the Barbie RV toy.

"Alright. I'll see you tonight then." He smirked trying to hold back his excitement as he walked her to the doo after she was done bidding Alba bye.

YN's sound engineer, so she needs to work whenever the artists she's working with want to work. She's fairly new to the industry but her job is as demanding as Harry's.

That's how they both met. She was twenty when he was writing his first solo album. They became good friends. Up until about four years ago when they both drunkenly spent together, hence an angel named Alba was born.

Sure it did put a strain on their friendship. They were both joined to hip the first they met. Spent all their birthdays together, YN travelled a lot because of him. Especially during his first tour and his movie press.

YN started working in the studio after Alba was born as it was nearly impossible to travel when she was heavily pregnant and after with a fussy baby. Yeah, Alba was a fussy baby. YN was afraid to fly her to different timezones. And new shift to her job felt more zen to her, so it worked out all together.

It wasn't the pregnancy that put a strain on their friendship. It was when YN confessed him of her feelings. It wasn't that he didn't felt the same way, his work was way demanding and he wasn't ready for a relationship, even though he was thrown into fatherhood. There wasn't a doubt that Alba wasn't his. Harry knew YN never slept around with random more like he does or used to, but they still went withthe paternity test due to all the pressures she was put into. Especially by his rep and management team. Alba is indeed his. She's a clone of him.

They found out about the pregnancy way later when YN started showing and feeling Alba move inside her. It was way too late to take any actions. And none of them wanted to choose alternatives like foster care or adoption after she was born, especially when both of them were completely able to take care of the child.

It was hard to adjust to co-parenting but there was nothing they couldn't do together.

YN was so hurt, he said he wasn't ready for a relationship yet he went onto date someone else. Hence her distanced and stiff behaviour towards him. It wasn't easy for her to move on, especially when he's so nice and kind to her, especially when he tells her that he loves her but not in that way, or at least that's what he likes to think.

He's been trying to talk to her, feeling way too guilty. He wanted to sort things out with her because she tries to be nice to him for Alba and he doesn't want that. He wants his friend back.

They have had arguments with YN not wanting Alba around any of his girlfriend's, who clearly turn out to be toxic as time goes by. One even went as far as teaching Alba that she's her step mama, that was last straw for YN. She even threatened to get the lawyers involved if that kept happening.

YN's very protective of Alba, even though she hardly ever shows it.

Sighing he went back his daughter, had a little play with her after breakfast and she was off to her afternoon nap. Anne came over to help him with the dinner.

"Mum, do you think I am going wrong somewhere?" He asked, helping his mum by making the salad.

"Whatever for, love?" Anne cooed.

"With YN, she seems so closed off. We used fo be best friends. Even a year after Alba was born." He explained, "I know my ex-girlfriend did some shit which is no excusable. I just want to talk to her, some or the other excuse come up and she has to leave."

"I know." Anne nodded, "It was triggering for her, hearing what happened. I mean your girlfriend wanting Alba to call her Mama. You know she's had a rough time after giving birth. You just need to give her some time, it still takes a lot of time to get out of postpartum period. Your body heals up but you mind needs more time."

"Mhmm." He nodded, "I miss her, you know. I love her and I don't know how to tell her. I don't even know if she'll believe me." He placed the knife down seeing his vision get blurry with tears.

"Come here." Anne pulled him in for a bear hug. "It's okay, I'm sure she will come around."

Well, he cried on his birthday. It was a ritual.

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Like YN said, she made in time for dinner. Also because Gemma texted her.

YN's not that bad of a person to make someone sad or upset on their birthday. So she went.

She still found both of them wearing the tiaras. Alba apparently made him wear the shirt she got for him. She was being super hyper, apparently few of the chocolates had coffee in it and it was working on her. Instead of having a sugar crash she was running around.

"YN!" Gemma announced as soon as she got the door and embraced her in a big hug. "I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too Gemma!" YN hugged her back. "How have you been?"

The girls got to talking and gossiping.

They got to dinner right away, and played a bunch of fun games including Alba until she fell asleep on her dad. Apparently both of them went to park earlier today so she was extra tired. She was lied in between both her parents watching Turning Red on top her mum, her head on YN's chest facing her dad.

"Oh she's asleep." Harry announced, quietly. YN looked down at her little one drooling over her shirt.

"I'll put her to bed." She announced getting up, she walked to her bedroom at her dad's house. Tucking her in bed, YN walked out to collect her things and leave.

"You're leavin'?" Harry asked watching her grab her stuff.

"Mhmm, she's asleep. You can drop her off at the nursery tomorrow before you leave." She shared, "I, I'll ask Anne or Gemma to pick her up later."

"Can I talk to you for a little bit first?" He asked, subtly gesturing her back to the living room, luckily it worked as concern took over her features.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I am completely fine, thank you." He smiled, "I'll make us some tea first."

"Uhh, Harry, I, I have an early morning tomorrow. I can't stay this long." YN stuttered hesitantly. Now Harry was the concerned one.

"You're working so much, is everything alright?" He sat on the next cushion, keeping a modest distance from her. "You look so tired as well."

"No, I'm fine." She shrugged, "what did you want to talk about?"

"Yeah..." He trailed off, "no, I just wanted to catch up. It's been a while since we had a proper chat, haven't we?" YN looked at him confusedly. Even before things happened, their friendship wasn't something where either of them had to keep up with one another. They could just pick up where they left.

"Now if you wanna keep these aside." He grabbed her bag and her jacket to place it down on the floor. "Come on, talk to me."

"You're making this awkward, what you want me talk about?" She scoffed confusedly.

"I don't know," he sighed in defeat, "About our little princess, I guess."

"She's fast asleep right now. Probably dreaming about cats." YN chuckled at her daughter's new found obsession.

"Yeah, today she was petting this feral cat in the neighborhood." Harry felt his confusion lift off his shoulders. "I was shocked at the cat let her pet it."

Today Alba had made a miracle by petting an animal which doesn't want human breathing around it. Even had a nice play time with it at the park.

"She's very rowdy." YN agreed.

"Isn't she!" Harry giggled, "she said that you got me a little birthday card too."

"Mhmm." She nodded, "did you read it?"

"I didn't actually, I'll read it later." He shared, "who you're working with these days?"

"Confidential."

"Hmmm, I see." He nodded, "look, 'm gonna get straight to point, why have you been acting like I'm a stranger to you?"

"I'm not," YN looked at him more confused, "I've just been so busy lately that's all."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

"Oh god!" He sighed running a heavy hand over his face and through his hair. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's all good. I think even Alba thinks that way. I haven't been able to give her the time she deserves as well." YN shared, "it's all good."

"I'm sure it's not like that love. What are you talking about?"

"No, it's nothing really." She was so persistent on not telling him anything. The truth is, she's working extra time and she is very stressed lately.

First she came to London to study Medicine like her parents expected her to, she took out a huge students loan but ended up going to college for just one semester. That was when she got a few smaller projects to work on and met Jeffery, Harry's manager and they started to work together.

Her parents were furious when she told them she left college but it was only for a day or two, they're very supportive of her now in her career. YN was doing amazing, travelling and earning enough. She bought her parents a flat back home and all that good stuff. It was a different story when she told them she was pregnant. It took them long enough to wrap their heads around what really happened.

Recently she bought a new house for herself and her daughter. She could deal with the drunk college students who lived next to her at her old place. She just wanted her daughter to have a nice place to grow up at. Plus she wanted Alba to be closer to her father.

Paying the mortgage, her loans off was stressful enough that she was feeling guilty of not giving her daughter the one-on-one time. She basically got no one in London she can turn to, her parents live in a completely different country. Plus she haven't gotten out of her postpartum down period, and yes her daughter is three years old now.

"You can take the day off tomorrow?" Harry asked, "we can stay in and spend time with Alba together. I know you haven't been able to be with her that much. And you can also stay for a while, we can watch a movie together."

"Harry you're making me feel bad now I really can't take a day off I've got deadlines to meet I'm so sorry!" She rushed.

"It's alright, I get it, I get it." He said, "you want me to drive you back home, then? It's getting quite late." YN looked at her phone for time, it was already half past eleven. She'll only get four hours of sleep before she has to rush to the studio to finish up some work and then rush to the O2 arena to check in for a concert.

"I'll manage it, don't worry." She started looking for her car keys, she knew it made a thump when Harry snatched her stuff from her earlier.

Harry's heart was just a minute away from bursting out of his chest there. He still was lost as to how he should tell her or even bring up what he wants to talk about. He's simply too nervous and scared.

"Alright Harry, please text me when you've dropped Alba off to nursery." YN caught his attention once again as she was now ready to head out, busy fiddling with her bag.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too." She said back.

Now it was a norm for both of them to say those words, platonically. YN has gotten over her feelings now and it doesn't really bother her anymore.

"No, I mean, I, I love you." His voice was soft but she could still hear him. He watched her stop doing whatever she was doing with her bag, probably trying to zip it up properly.

"What?"

"I love you." He repeated but earned just a sigh from her. "I, I know I shouldn't say it like this but I don't really know the proper way YN, really. But I've fallen in love with you, I always have been in love with you."

"Harry, this is mot the right time to talk about it!" Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she took three long strides towards him. It honestly intimidated him but he was surprised when she pulled him in a warm hug. Took him long enough to realise he was crying, probably why she hugged him. But he didn't miss the opportunity and hugged her back.

"You're so stupid, you know?" She mumbled, her fingers ran through hair on the back of his head.

"I know." He sniffled.

"Why are you crying!" She cooed.

"I don't know, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I've put you through such an emotional rollercoaster. I just didn't want to loose you as me best friend." He cried like Alba in the moment, "I'm so sorry!"

"Harry, don't cry please!" Her hand ran soothing circles on his back. "We can talk about it." She'd let him cry it out, like she does with Alba.

He's just a grown up version of Alba okay!

"You good now?" She enquired and just earned a nod from him as he still held onto her tight, "I know you're feeling big emotions but we can always talk about it, you know?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. She says the same thing to their daughter when she's overwhelmed or throwing a fit.

"Okay!" He agreed.

YN pulled away enough to look at him. "You know I called you stupid for a reason this time?"

"Yeah, the other times were for no reason at all. I get it, I get it." he still laughed to cut through this anxiety.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Just couldn't hold it in anymore." He shrugged, "was going to tell you after Alba was born, but I didn't know how you'd react. You've changed so much, it is a good change, but we don't travel together like we used to, you don't write and work with me anymore, we barely see each other. It's mum or Gemma bringing Alba to see me when I'm on tour. We don't see each other anymore, nor you talk to me anymore. Thought you hate me now."

YN's heart dropped to her stomach when he said that last thing. Yeah, she tends to hold grudges and be petty as fuck towards people who wrong her, vut she can't do that to him. She still loves him and will always love him, yes, she have dated a couple of people since Alba but it did not work out (she never have them meet her daughter ever). Yeah, he broke her heart by rejecting her. His feelings matter too, that time he did not felt the same. She's gotten over it. Though it became a norm when YN distanced herself, well, because she wanted space to clear out her mind. Now they're not joint to hip like they were used before. And it's okay.

But she'd never bring herself to hate him.

"I don't hate you, Harry!" YN cooed, "god, I did not know you felt that way. It's just that I've been working so much recently. It's not that I hate you, I could never. You're still my best friend, and now father of my first born."

"I thought it was because of what happened before Alba was born."

"Harry that was four years ago, five even. I've gotten over it really." YN explained, "I have always loved you. I could never, ever bring myself to hate."

"You still love me?" He asked, "if, if not then it's okay. I under—"

"I do." She interrupted him.

"You do?"

"Mhmm." YN nodded. Before she could say anything else his mouth was on hers, it did not take her long to give in though.

"I love you!" He kissed her again, "I love you!"

"I love you." YN chuckled softly, "but we need time, not going to jump into it all together."

"Not going to." He agreed. Because, let's be honest, it might or might not work out between two of them. But both of them are unspokenly ready to give it a chance.

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Aurora and Harry finally realize there are consequences to every decision they make. But have they realized this too late?

AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora

Chapter Content Warnings: mature content

Date of update: 10/12/22

Harry's POV

Being a human was confusing. There were so many emotions that came with it. Things that I had never really felt before. Everything was still fresh and new, and I was still getting into the swing of things. It was a lot to take in, even if I had already been here for a while.

Although, given my age outside of Earth, was it really that long at all?

Aurora's kiss was something that set something off in me. My chest felt like there were butterflies flying around on the inside and it made my palms sweat. I had never felt that way with someone before. It could have been caused by the possibility that things were felt differently on Earth than back on my planet.

But, I wasn't all that worried about the logistics of feelings. I was worried that I pushed her away with my advances, but last night reassured me that we were okay. She was feeling the same things that I was feeling too. I didn't have much time to celebrate the victory in my case, because I was quickly reminded that this was the opposite of what I should have been doing.

I felt nervous that my father was going to find out somehow. I wasn't even supposed to be around her. I wasn't supposed to grow a relationship with anyone. I did feel incredibly nervous that my father would scold me, or even worse, throw me off the mission. This was my one shot to show him that I could save the world. To show him that I wasn't a lost cause. I could be equal to Leon, if not better.

I laid in bed, staring at the wall as my eyes flickered around the rays of sun that danced across the wall from the blinds. I counted the streams of lights over and over again, but I couldn't get my mind off of Aurora. The way her hands roamed around my body, or the way her lips felt on my skin. It burned, but it was a good burn. A confusing burn. One that made me twitch from between my legs.

I rolled over onto my back letting out a sigh as I tried to get my mind off of it. Alas, the feeling still persisted deep within me. Painfully so.

I blinked hard, looking down at the hardened length that now created a rise in the blankets. I was embarrassed, as I hadn't thought about exploring my new human body. I took showers, I used the bathroom, but that was all it was good for. I had never explored any further.

Never thought I needed to.

Though, this situation that was resting between my legs had been similar to what it felt like when Aurora was rubbing up against me. I remembered how good it felt, and how it made my legs shake. It was an other-worldly feeling. I had almost wondered if I could make myself feel that way without her presence against me. By myself.

My fingers tapped against my stomach softly, deep in contemplation as my length still throbbed in my underwear. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as my fingers slowly slid down to my briefs, toes curling in anticipation for what was to come.

I didn't even know what to expect, all I knew was my mind was telling me to keep going. That this was what I was supposed to do.

So that was what I did.

Gulping thickly, my fingers slid carefully under my briefs. My two fingers ran across a slick mess and I almost retreated my hand in confusion. It was wet. Sticky. Was that from me? From being–I suppose, excited? Feeling this way? Aurora told me this was what excitement felt like one time.

My breathing was shaky as my two fingers started to rub up and down my shaft. My cock shifted at the feeling, my breathing nearly stopping as I felt the same sensation from the night I was on acid with Aurora.

I took a flat palm, rubbing up and down my dripping cock slowly as my eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Pleasure flowed through my thighs, my stomach clenching as my breathing shortened. I bit down on my lip, shifting my hips up carefully to create more friction. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was Aurora. She was all I could think about. My body seemed to have some sort of reaction to it. The sticky mess was getting lost in my pubic hair, pooling around my pelvic bone as I continued to rub myself more and more.

"Oh my stars." I whispered to myself breathlessly. One of my hands reached out to grip the sheets as I continued my embarrassing act, my head tilting back and forth at the pleasure that I brought myself.

My toes curled harder, getting lost in the moment. My forehead started to sweat at the feeling, head swimming as the unfamiliar—yet so familiar—feeling overtook me. I felt as if I was close to peaking this cycle of pleasure. I was on top of the world, my body shaking with euphoria.

I was gonna—

A loud ringing noise rang through my ears. I nearly yelped, my hand sliding out of my pants as I pushed myself onto my ass. My breathing was staggering, nose flaring. I immediately started to feel as though I had done something wrong.

Did I break my human form? What just happened?

Gulping down the frog in my throat, I followed the noise of the ringing.

It was my phone. Vibrating and making loud noises to let me know Aurora was calling me. I quickly ran a sweaty hand through my hair and picked the phone up.

"H-Hello?" My voice cracked. I quickly cleared my throat. "Hello? Aurora?"

"Why do you sound like you just ran a mile?" Her soft, yet flirtatious voice came through the speakers. A giggle broke through her words as she then waited for me to reply.

I bit on my lip, shaking my head as I pushed back the truth that sat on the tip of my tongue.

"I was working out." I breathed out shakily, trying to ignore the still-aching, yet extremely sensitive, feeling in my pants as I slowly sat back onto the bed. "Everything okay?"

"Oh..." She whispered out. A silence fell for a few seconds before her breathing picked up. "Actually, can I come over? To talk? It's nothing...too bad."

My brow perked. What could possibly be wrong that she wanted to come talk? Did I do something wrong again?

"Is it something I did?" I asked softly, although the nerves in my voice came through much more than I had intended them to be.

"No, no...well..." She elongated, sighing out softly. "No, not really. I can just tell you everything when I come over."

"Okay..." I nodded to myself, my fingers digging into the bed slightly. My nerves were shot from the sudden uneasy feeling of the conversation we were about to have, but I swallowed the nerves and tried to put on a brave face.

It was kind of weird that I was more nervous about seeing Aurora than the other stressful matters at hand.

Like the Earth ending.

Or whatever.

When we got off the phone, I let the throbbing feeling in my pants go away before I took a long shower. I tried to push the thoughts of my sinful, awkward actions to the back of my mind. Having a human body was quite weird. There were so many sensations that this body could feel; one of them being pain and pleasure. Maybe even both at the same time.

Back home, our feelings came from our soul. It wasn't a physical feeling. It was mental. I wasn't foreign to intimate settings. I wasn't ignorant to it either. Although, on Earth, I was a bit ignorant to the new body languages and feelings.

When I got out of the shower, I hurried myself into the kitchen to get myself a cup of water. Lately, my energy had been much more drained than I was used to. I had hardly ever felt this way back home, but I was quick to realize the vast difference between being a star-being and human being. It wasn't until I had become human that I realized how fast this energy could drain.

I had also slept a lot harder on Earth than I ever had before. Some mornings I even found myself waking up and going back to sleep just because. Which really said something considering I didn't have to sleep in order to survive here. Yet, I still found myself craving that bliss of rest anyway. Maybe it was just a "placebo" effect. I wasn't sure. Aurora taught me that word, but it sounded made up.

A knock came to the door, my body stiffening with sudden nerves. I gawked at the door as if it was going to bite me. My palms started to sweat slightly, but I made myself open the door anyway. I blinked, and there she was.

Beautiful.

Aurora stood with a soft smile on her lips, but her eyes were sullen. I wasn't entirely sure about what she wanted to talk about, but the look in her eyes told me it wasn't necessarily good. I offered her a reassuring smile as I moved to let her in.

"Hi, Aurora." I shook out.

"Hey." She sighed with a sad smile as she made her way into the living room. She sat her things down onto the table before sliding herself onto the couch. Looking up at me, her smile began to falter as I approached her timidly.

"Is everything–"

"I'm scared." She shook out, picking at her fingernails quickly. Her leg started to bounce slowly, but picked up the pace with each moment. "I should've told you sooner, but I didn't because—everything that happened, it was just too much. I..."

"Aurora? What's going on?" I sat by her side quickly, turning my body towards her as I set my hands onto hers. Her fingers interlocked with mine as she took in a deep breath. Her body language was different than I knew it to be. She was upset.

"You can tell me anything, you know?" I whispered to her. She glanced towards me out of the corner of her eye, biting down on her plush lower lip before it disappeared into her mouth. It took her a couple of moments to regain her composure, but once she did, I wish that I had never heard the words come from her mouth.

"Professor Collins knows something. He's been tracking the star, he knows from the moment it lands to the moment it leaves." Aurora's hands grew tighter around mine as she looked deeply into my eyes. "What are we going to do? He wants me on this assignment. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just being paranoid–but there's no way he would know it's you, right?"

I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say. The uncomfortable feeling of anxiety shook my chest as I inhaled a sharp breath.

"Okay." I breathed out harshly, running my fingers through my thick curls slowly before nodding towards her. "Okay. This is...news. Um..."

"Is there any way you can travel somewhere else to go home? Instead of going home in the park, maybe I can drive you somewhere else and–"

"It won't work." I interjected. "Stars can be seen from millions of miles away, no matter the direction. The plan would fail. We must think of something else."

Silence fell between the both of us. I was supposed to go home tonight, but now I was too scared to. If I left and got caught, all of the work would have been tarnished. Ruined.

I felt so foolish. I had been so caught up with Aurora and all of the human activities surrounding me to notice Professor Collins. I should have been more careful. Remembering back to when I first landed, Collins had mentioned the backwards star, but I had forgotten that he was speaking about me. I was that backwards star on the news. They were looking for me. If I were to get caught, it would compromise everything I had worked for.

Father would be so mad at me. Disappointed.

I don't want to fail him.

Aurora nervously picked at her cuticles, glancing towards me briefly. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she was choking it back.

We both spoke at the same time.

"Harry–"

"Aurora–"

"Sorry, I just–" Aurora breathed out with a sad smile curved on her lips. She suddenly turned towards me, pulling my hands into her lap as she looked up at me. "Stay...stay here. Don't go back. It's too risky right now and–"

"Aurora..." I frowned. "I can't. If I stay too long, my life force will drain. I only get weaker the longer I stay on Earth. If I were to overstay, I–I don't know what exactly would happen, but my father told me it would be bad. I can't–"

"I'll take care of you!" Aurora interjected with a bounce of her body as she moved towards me. "You can stay at my house, I will take care of you if you get sick. We have so many hospitals and doctors and everything here, I promise. I'm just so scared, Harry...I don't want anything–to..."

Her eyes started to well up with tears, shining up towards me with her glossy pair. My heart felt like someone was taking a pick-axe and it had started to chip away at my heart. It was shattering piece by piece. Her hands shook in mine, and I slid them out of her grasp and quickly wrapped my arms around her to pull her into me.

"Okay." I shushed her while my fingers trailed up and down her back slowly. My face hid into her hair, my brows pinched together tightly. I felt her pain. I didn't know how. But, I was in tune with her. "Okay, darling, okay. I...I will stay."

I just hoped I wasn't making another stupid decision.

The first day after I decided to stay felt normal.

Well, not normal, but normal enough.

I wasn't sure if I was just hyper vigilant of my body, expecting it to explode into a million pieces—or evaporate into thin air, but the joints that kept my body together seemed to be working overtime to keep me afloat.

I kept my demeanor calm though, for Aurora. She kept checking on me every few minutes as if she wasn't already in the same room as me.

Sometimes she would even ask if I was hungry, but then would press her palm up to her forehead whispering something along the lines of, "Gah! He doesn't eat, remember?"

It made me laugh, even though she looked genuinely quite flustered over her forgetfulness.

Her bed was comfy though. We had decided it was best to conserve as much energy as I could, so she put me on what she called "bed rest." She had made me a bowl of liquid. It smelled delicious, and it made my mouth salivate at the smell. Something that had never happened to me before. Even if she knew I couldn't eat, she made it for me anyways. She insisted, saying that her mom used to make her this soup when she fell ill and it made her feel better every time.

And I ate every bit of it. It was delicious.

She even moved the TV into her room from the living room. She would try to hand me the remote every time, but I would deny it each instance. I always said it was because there were too many options, which was true, but really I just liked her to pick her favorite shows.

Watching what she liked to watch in her free time seemed to tell me more about her that I didn't already know. The way her eyes would beam when The Office theme song would ring through the speakers, or how she would be doubled over in pain from laughter when It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia was on.

I never understood the humor, but watching her laugh never failed to make me laugh the same. I didn't even care if laughing exerted more energy, it was worth it if I could keep watching her smile the way that she was.

If happiness was a person, it was Aurora.

My Aurora.

Throughout the days, though, I felt–empty. Weak, even. I started to question the conditions of staying for too long. All I could hear in the back of my head was my father scolding me over and over again, really ingraining into my head that I shouldn't stay for more than three days. Even if he wasn't specific, I wasn't ready for what was going to happen to me.

On the third day of my stay with Aurora, she came home and made her way into the room where I was laying ghostly in the bed. I felt better when she was home, like I wasn't alone and that made me feel somewhat safe. Even if my body was somewhat deteriorating into nothing overtime. When I woke up later that morning, I subconsciously went to rub my eye and ultimately felt nothing.

And that was when I looked down to see that my body was quite literally see through. I was defying gravity and the laws of physics in many ways. I was just laying on the bed looking like some spirit that haunted an empty home. I continued to appear as strong as I could muster, but Aurora was terrified and had immediately regretted her choices. I tried to reassure her that I was okay, even if I had a hard time speaking or even breathing. Sometimes it felt like I was dead.

"You're obviously not okay." Aurora was nearly in tears as she tapped her feet around the room, grabbing her things carelessly as she tried to choke back a worried cry. Something that I had never seen her do.

And I hoped to never see it again. To be quite honest, it was heart wrenching. Seeing her tore up in such a way.

Worried.

Because of me.

"I said I'm okay." I tried to reassure her once more, but my voice was gravelly and raspy, which made Aurora shoot a look back at me. One that could even kill me if she stared a second longer.

"Aurora..." I sat myself up off the bed, weakly, feeling a sharp pain in my chest just doing that. I hissed.

"Stop!" She couldn't hide the frown on her face even if she tried. Aurora rushed to my side, placing a hand onto my chest, but in doing so, it went through like I was nothing. I was something of a ghost. "Harry..."

"I know." I tried to calm her, but she could only do so much. The only thing that sucked about this was that I couldn't feel her anymore. The first few nights she held me and it was calming. She was like a natural relaxer to my uneasy joints. She made me feel better.

"I shouldn't have suggested that you should stay here." She rushed out as she chipped away at her nails softly. She watched my body as I laid back down. There wasn't much more that I could say, or even do. I felt tired. Tired to the point where I really couldn't continue to be much more active than I already am. Even if it's just laying there.

Everything hurt.

"Can you just–go back home?" She crawled onto the bed, making a nest next to me. She laid on her side, staring into my tired eyes with a sniffle.

I just shook my head and closed my eyes.

It wasn't that I couldn't go home. It was that my energy was so low, I couldn't make it to my planet even if I tried. Hell, I wouldn't be able to make it a foot off the ground. I should've listened to my father, but I didn't want to get caught. I couldn't get caught. It could risk everything my family and I had built for this mission so far.

"Harry?"

"Mm?"

"Say something." She whispered shakily.

"Something." I whispered back, a smirk curling onto my lips lazily.

She rolled her eyes, rolling herself onto her back as she stared at the ceiling. I watched as she held her breath for a moment, her shaky chest becoming still as she closed her reddened eyes. I caught a wet stream gliding down the side of the temple. I reached out to wipe it away, but I couldn't even touch her. She couldn't even tell that I tried.

"Maybe this is why your dad told you not to stay here longer..." She trailed off. "What if you..."

Her voice trailed off once again. I laid there, feeling like I wasn't really there. Like I was just in the room but not in the room. I was dissociating, but I wasn't. I was silent, feeling myself drifting off. My eyes closed shut as I tried to relax myself with deep breaths.

"Harry?" Aurora's head rolled towards me, but this time I didn't have the energy to say anything back. I gave up on trying. "Harry, say something."

I'm trying.

"Harry??" Her voice showed panic. I let out a weak sigh, trying to let her know I was still there with her.

I'm okay.

"Please, wake up." Aurora's voice choked up. I felt the bed move, and felt her body come closer to me as she begged me to say something.

"Mm."

"No, say something." She wouldn't take it as an answer, but that was all I could give her. Just a hum. Or a sigh.

Aurora lifted herself from the bed and rushed out of the room. I didn't know where she was going, but I felt myself become a lot lonelier. My eyes slowly batted open, but my vision was blurred. I was fading away. I didn't regret staying here with Aurora, but I did regret not listening to my father. Perhaps I could have left earlier but not waited this long. Till I was truly unable to shoot myself back to my planet.

All I could do was hope.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. One that could've been my last breath, but thankfully it wasn't. Each breath I thought would be my last, but I kept breathing. I could only think about how I let myself down, and I let my whole planet down. There was nothing that Aurora could do at this point to save me. Even Earth's freshest water wouldn't have done anything, not that I could get it down anyways. The first couple of days helped, but I was quite literally transparent in my own form.

Moments later, I heard loud thuds and feet clunking against the hardwood floor. I felt myself smile, even if I wasn't physically. Just having Aurora near me made me feel safer.

But it wasn't Aurora.

Far from it.

"Harry?" A deepened, raspy voice filled the room. One that was too familiar.

Was that...?

"Harry! I got some water–!" Aurora busted through the room, but she was quickly silenced at the tall man in armor that was standing in the middle of the room. She nearly dropped her drink from how stunned she was. "What the–"

"Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?" He sighed with a roll of his eyes as he walked over to my ghostly frame. "What have you done, brother?" He tsked.

"Brother? Wait, who are you–"

He glanced towards Aurora out of the corner of his eye. "I'm Leon, Harry's brother." He spun on his heel, now looking at her with hooded eyes. Aurora gulped thickly as she took a step back while Leon nearly boxed her into the corner of the wall.

"I should be asking who you may be." Leon's eyes scanned over Aurora's face in slight disgust before his gloved fingers grabbed her chin lightly, making her body go frigid in fear. "A human, of course." He paused as his hand fell to his side. "I'm here to get my brother, I'm not here for you, I can assure you of that."

Aurora felt her body relax as Leon turned back to me.

"How did you know?" Aurora's voice shook as she watched Leon get out a egg-like shell and open it. She was curious, squinting her eyes at him as a blue light beamed from it. Even if I couldn't see it in its full form, I knew what it was from the vague blue light that impacted my blurry vision.

Just like how humans had adrenaline to potentially save someone's life, we had something similar. It was invented ages before I was even born, and was used as a last resort if our body was to die—or be on the brink of dying, like mine was. I was relieved that Leon thought to bring it otherwise I would have been fucked.

"He hasn't been home in sometime." He said shortly as he looked down at the capacitor. "Our father sent me down here to come get him."

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. "Is he..."

"Dead?" Leon shot her a daring look before letting out a dark chuckle. "No."

I wanted to kick myself in the ass. If I wasn't dead now, my father was surely going to kill me whenever I got back up to our home.

Leon kneeled beside the bed, placing the capacitor next to my body. Blue shadows worked its way out of the shell, landing down onto where I laid. Slowly, I felt myself come back to normal, but just enough to make me feel somewhat alive. Aurora watched as the glassy view of my body became more visible, one that she could reach out and touch–only if she dared.

But Leon stopped only halfway.

He wasn't going to let me off that easily.

"Harry, are you okay?" Aurora rested her hand onto my leg as she watched my chest shake with each breath I took. My arms hugged my body as I nodded softly. With parted lips, I mouthed a small 'okay' to her. She squeezed my leg carefully, letting me know that she was here for me.

I groaned out in pain. I could feel the muscles of my human body ache, and I stretched my legs out tiredly as I rolled onto my back with a huff. Aurora took a step back, watching as I struggled to get comfortable. There was a thin layer of sweat on my forehead as I stared up at Leon. Just the disappointing look he gave me was enough to make my stomach ache in pain.

"Leon..." I rasped out thickly, but he raised his hand to stop me from talking. I looked over towards Aurora who was standing at the end of the bed, her hands shaking as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

"The only rule was not to get involved with humans." Leon cut to the point as his leather gloved fingers grabbed my jaw to make me look at him. My eyes rolled back as I sighed out, placing a weak hand onto his wrist. "And you've already exposed yourself."

I blinked hard.

I didn't know what to say. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I did it anyway. One of my weaknesses that I hated to admit was that I hated being alone.

And Aurora filled the void and more.

"Get up." Leon let go of my face as he stepped back. "Let's go back home before you nearly kill yourself again."

My creaky bones lifted myself painfully off the bed, shamefully. I felt embarrassed having Aurora watching me be scolded by my brother. I glanced towards Aurora with a frown, and she just stared at me, but spared me a small smile. I died a little inside knowing I would be away from her. Even with my health the last couple of days, I had enjoyed being with her. Around her. Even when I knew I shouldn't.

"I'm sorry, Aurora–" I choked out through a dry throat as I shook my head. "I'll be back soon enough. I just need to recover."

"Okay." Aurora whispered with a nod.

I didn't get time to give her a proper goodbye before Leon pulled me out of the house. He had a tight grip on my arm as he gave me the type of silent treatment that always sent my anxiety spiraling. Just as we made it to the backyard, I pulled myself out of his grip. Leon looked back at me with a cold expression.

"Don't..." I stopped myself as my eyes shut tightly. "Don't tell..."

Leon's cold expression faltered, his lip twitching as he stared at my softened, weak stature.

"Let's just go home, Harry."

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[loversipod]

Pretty Boy

Summary: Harry is y/n boyfriend of twenty months. He’s still the shy boy around her, but now more comfortable. It leads to it that Harry stops wearing long big clothes and have sex with out a shirt.

Pairing: shy boyfriend!harry x fem!reader

Wordcount: 2,9k

Trigger warnings: mention of throwing up, use of pet names, praise, mention of handjob, short mention of sucide, unprotective sex, aftercare

A/N: I write for Niall too, I would like to write more about him. But I don't enjoy it when no one reads it and I hardly get any feedback. It is demotivating for me. I don’t write much smut, so it isn’t my best, but it’s soft and caring.

After thirteen months y/n dad insisted on meeting Harry. He knew it got serious between them. Y/n was never so long with someone in a relationship. Her ex-boyfriend just broke up after seven months and the next day he had a new one. Y/n knew something was wrong but she couldn’t prove it.

“Y/n when can I meet your boyfriend?” Her dad asks her softly. He brought her a glass of water. She stayed home, she got sick to her tummy overnight. She couldn’t rest well the night before the whole night she sat before the toilet and puked.

“He’s really shy. He doesn’t like to talk to new people,” she swallowed the water down. She lost a lot of liquid over the night and it stopped only this morning.

Her dad opened his mouth, “I love you. I just want to make sure he’s the right guy for my little girl.” She hugs him tightly. “Try to sleep a bit,” y/n lays her body on the warm sheets. “If you need anything tell me,” she gets a kiss on her forehead.

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Y/n tried her best that Harry doesn’t come over the next few days. She doesn’t want him to get sick either. But he loves her too much not to. He wore a big fabric jacket from her. His favourite actually. It’s just a plain dark blue jacket.

Harry rang the doorbell, he can feel how sweat builds on his hands. He decided to hide his face with the hood. He has never seen y/n dad. “Is y/n home,” he asked quietly. Her dad is almost as tall as Harry.

Harry saw her dad a few times and he finds him intimidating. She told him that her dad is the sweetest guy he’ll know. Something important that she told her prince is that her dad is young.

Y/n dad let her in and brought him upstairs into her room. “Look who’s here,” y/n turned her body to the door. The corners of her mouth curled up when she saw him.

She missed doing his hair so she made him braids, her eyes shining. She kissed him a lot and in return H helped her with the school stuff she missed. “Do you miss me?” He asks insecurely. He never asks anything like that. He doesn't want to sound clingy.

“Of course I did,” y/n couldn’t help but smile from eye to eye. It’s been four days since she wasn’t in school.

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The next visit to the sick. Y/n can tell something is wrong with him. “Wanna talk about it,” she put some colourful hair clips in his hair. She stroked his knuckles. He told her how pretty he feels when she puts them in his hair. She sees some tears on his cheeks shining.

“Don’t like seeing you sick,” he says. Something is off with him. He’s quieter than she’s used to.

Luckily it wasn’t something serious. Y/n just ate some old food and her stomach did not tolerate it. “My dad wants to have dinner with you,” she says.

“Mhm.”

“Is that okay, I mean you don’t like talking to new people?” He nods. “Great, he'll be happy to meet my Harry.” Her smile is so big it might burst.

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After fifteen months y/n found out the word shy doesn’t exist in her dad‘s vocabulary. “Sweetie, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Her dad asks softly, Harry looks up. He hates meeting parents, it’s the second time he agreed to this.

He loves y/n so much. Harry couldn’t say no to her begging.

“What’s wrong dad?” She asks.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I upset him?” Her dad put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

“He’s shy. I already told you that,” she’s looking at Harry. He picks his nail polish and his leg is bouncing.

He raised his eyebrows, “what can I do to get him to talk to me?” Her dad is insecure; he never had to deal with a person this shy or shy in general.

“Talk to him about something he likes,” she put some ice cream in the bowl.

“And that is?”

“Music, he’s amazing at singing and playing the piano.”

Her dad took her advice and talked about music. He opens up. She whispers some praises in his ear and holds his hand under the table. It turned out that y/n dad loves him. He never said it to him but y/n told him. She knows the signs. He’s really happy about it after his lover told the prince. He even told his mom and she saw how happy her son is after this dinner with his girlfriend's dad.

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Sixteen months into their relationship and y/n had only seen Harry in oversized hoodies, sweaters, jackets and long-arm shirts. Even when he wears long-arm shirts he wears a big jacket over it.

“I love you,” she murmurs in his chest, “so much.” Harry pulls her more into his body. “I love you, my lover.” Her grip on his body is strong. He pressed a kiss on her soft hair.

Harry loves these moments. He can be himself and he knows y/n won’t judge him. Harry heard those words for the first time from his lover.

Her prince didn’t like them. He pinched his eyes shut. It made Harry feel uncomfortable. He felt the knot in his throat tighten. The prince never thought that “I love you” would make him feel that way, again. He knows this time it’s different. His knuckles turned white from the way he holds his jacket. His chin rests on the top of y/n hair. “What’s wrong,” all she can see is his white knuckles. He feels sick to his stomach.

“Nobody will ever love me,” these words came so easily over his lips it hurt her to hear them. It sounded so painful in her ears. “You are lying! You don’t love me, it’s a fucking lie." She can hear his sobs.

“Harry,” she touched his white knuckles. He put some space between himself and y/n. His sobs are getting louder. He felt pressure, the feeling of the knot went to his chest. “What is wrong? Don’t you feel the same way about me?” She loves him, she never said that to anyone. It was the first these words came over her soft lips. She wasn't sure if this relationship works anymore. It can’t work anymore.

“You can’t love me,” the tears in her eyes form. Y/n was so vulnerable with him, and he just said those words. “Please don’t love me, I don’t deserve it.” It sounds like he doesn’t care about her. “I’m a freak.”

He always said those words but never got them back.

“Sunshine,” he turned around y/n only called him a couple of times, sunshine. “Don’t say those things about yourself.” He pinched his eyes shut; he never broke down before her. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“My ex saw me shirtless,” y/n sits down on the ground with him. Her soft fingertips wipe his tears away. He leaned into her touch. “I-I was really happy.” He swallowed the sobs.

“Yeah?” He nods, “then why are you freaking out about those words?” She asks softly. Harry takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down. Y/n helped him a lot during the process.

“I had sex with her, without my sweater. She said it’s okay we’ll leave the lights off,“ he took a deep breath before the next thing he’ll say, “she switched them on. Everyone in school was wondering what was wrong with me.” Y/n touched his hand gently, “I loved her,” he let go of his jacket.

“I would never do that to you,” Harry doesn’t answer her. He doesn't feel good.

“I’m a freak,” he whispers into her smooth skin.

“My little freak,” she corrected him. A small chuckle came over his lips.

“Your little freak?”

“All mine, every inch is mine,” his smile grew bigger. His fingers fumble with the zipper of his jacket. She helps him out of his jacket, “are you sure?” A secure smile plays on his lips. She takes the hem of his long-arm shirt in her hands and pulls it over his head.

Y/n is scared to look at his chest, his lips placed a lazy kiss on hers, “it’s okay. You can look,” his palms are sweating. Y/n hears his sniffles. “I want you to see my body, it’s okay. I really want it.” His tears are still rolling down his cheeks.

Y/n lowers her head, she takes his body in. All the tattoos he hid underneath his big clothes. His pale skin and his body look so beautiful. She takes every inch in. Her eyes couldn’t leave his body. “It’s hard to believe you hid that beautiful body of yours, all that time.” She loves his butterfly tattoo already. “Thank you.” Y/n leaves her hands by herself, she doesn’t know if he wants her to touch them.

“You meant that I love you?” She hums, “I love you too,” on y/n cheeks and runs happy tears down. She never heard those words before. “I want a hug,” he opens his arms for her.

His girl always feels so safe in his arms.

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After seventeen months she saw him walking around in a shirt at home only around her and his parents. He told y/n that he got bullied and had to change schools. He was suicidal, it this changed when he meet y/n. He wanted to be her friend and now he’s more. He told her about it and she felt sorry for him. No one deserves this.

“Harry,” she whines, “come back, it’s mine, please,” a whine came over his lips. She saw Anne in the kitchen cooking some food. She ran after him, he stole her blush and held it high in the air. She couldn’t reach it. “Harry,” she whines, “that’s unfair!” She pouts.

“Told ya, only need some compliments and you have the same effect,” she’s wearing a big shirt from him and his boxers. It’s now her shirt. He pressed his lips against her light pink lips. “It’s now mine,” she tugs his arm a bit down but he takes her blush in her other hand.

“Your 180 centimeters, that’s not fair,” she walks into the bathroom, maybe she finds something from Gemma. He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered softly something in her ear. “Pervert!”

“Can I do your blush?”

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After twenty months, Harry is so comfortable with y/n that he sleeps shirtless. She couldn’t help it but always touched his skin. She draws little hearts on his back. It’s his favourite thing she does.

He knew she was the right one for him. For the first time, he saw her. Her little smile and her rosy cheeks and her hair, she’s perfect. She heard from his friends how kind she is and that she babysits on the weekends to get extra money.

He saw her often in the schoolyard enjoying herself with her friends. She laughed so much and she still does. The sun makes her skin glow. He has seen that glow so often on her.

His parents and her dad are really good friends, but Harry was too shy to say hello so he stood by his mom like a toddler who wants to leave. Now she's sleeping next to him cuddling by his side, little puffs of air leaving her lips.

He yawned and noticed his hard one. At first, he didn’t notice, but now it’s painful and he wants y/n to help him out. Most mornings it doesn’t happen but when it does he wants y/n help.

“Love please wake up,” he whispers in her hair. “Please, love you so much.” His lips leave some wet kisses on her neck.

“You're needy,” she murmurs and nuzzles her face more in his chest. Y/n kissed his chest. She loves his smooth, soft skin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t ’M hard, hurts,” she can’t see his pout, “please baby,” he whines. Y/n couldn’t ignore it anymore. She wants him to cuddle with her.

“Handjob?” She asks.

“Need you wrapped about m’cock, please.”

“Go on,“ she whispers in his chest. Harry pulls her cozy pyjama pants down and his sweatpants. He dips his fingers in her warmth, she’s ready for him. All his whining got her worked up. She doesn't want to admit it, but it’s true.

“Can we go bare?” She doesn’t answer, “buy you a plan B after it.” She nods, “words, pretty girl.”

“Please,” she whines. Y/n opens her eyes a bit and sees him as nervous. “Just me is okay.” His head drops to her shoulder. “You don’t have to be dominant, be my Harry, please.” She keeps her fingers in his hair. She knows it calms him and he feels comfortable with her hand in his hair.

Harry grins his hips into hers, he gets some moans and whimpers out of her mouth. “Never wanted to do it without a shirt before I met you. Just nervous,” she feels his lips on her neck. She’s so happy to hear this come over his lips. She thought he didn’t want her to see him without.

It’s true love.

He’s careful with her, Harry knows that his girl is sensitive in the morning. They once had morning sex. She’s so whiny and audible in the morning. Y/n never was so loud until that one time. Y/n tried her best to keep her eyes open to see her pretty and vulnerable boyfriend. A gaps came over her lips, “love you too,” she whispers back.

A big smile creeps onto his plump lips. Her prince noticed how her eyelids fell shut, “stay awake,” he held her face “’M not going to do anything when you sleep.”

“I'm tired and wanna sleep again,” she whines.

He sees the tears build in her eyes, “‘s okay not long anymore then we can cuddle.” Harry knows how much she loved her sleep. She pulls him down on his neck and keeps his thrusts deep.

She tugs and reaches her hand through his hair “love you,” the sunlight leaves a beautiful glow in the room. She moans and whines into his neck.

It’s a beautiful late summer day.

“Look at me, please,” her prince keeps his eyes on her face. She’s glowing thanks to the sun. “Love you so much.”

They are so in love.

His soft lips left some light kisses on her own lips. His thrusts are slow and steady. She can’t help but pulls him deeper. Harry moans and whimpers too. He’s sensitive too and doing it without a condom feels incredibly good for him too.

Morning sex is the best.

All her soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears. The room is filled with sex sounds. Harry’s thrust is getting harder, clenched down on him. He hits all the right spots.

He stops a whiny sound coming out of her mouth, he pushes y/n soft, small hands from his shoulders. “Prince, are you okay?” She asks with a sleepy voice.

She knew he would always be the shy boy. It gets better but some days he doesn’t talk at all and keeps quiet around her. “Will you tell me what's wrong with you?” Y/n kissed his damp skin.

“I want to cover up.” He said with a broken voice.

She pouts, “really? Wanna draw some hearts on you.”

“That would help,” he smiles again. He takes his big hand in her small palm. He grounds his hips deeply inside her. Y/n immediately clenched down on him. She’s close, she draws hearts on his back and fills the air with pornographic sounds. “Fuck– come for me. Get me all dirty please,” he continues his deep thrusts.

Some whines and moans escaped both of their lips. He kept the pace filling her up to the brim, pleasure filled both of their systems. Harry peppers kisses around her covered chest, and kitten licks her breast. He teasingly took one of her clothed nipples into his mouth and sucked lightly. Each time he did that she moaned. “You are so handsome,” her fingers go through his damp hair.

Her orgasm came over her. She whines and moans into his mouth and Harry is close too. His balls are heavy and waiting for release. “I‘m– fuck close,” his eyes roll back in pleasure. He finished in y/n for the first time. His head drops to y/n shoulder as he rides his orgasm out. He stayed a short moment inside her warmth.

Her lover gets a warm washcloth, wipes her mess, cleans. As he promised her he cuddles again with her. She’s so tired all she wants to do is sleep. Harry helped her into some new boxers and a shirt. “Love you so much my angel,” he pressed a soft kiss onto her hair. He wore some boxers too and kept kissing y/n and thanked her.

“Love you too,” she murmurs. Another sentence she said was; “I’m obsessed with your body,” before falling back asleep. It made him smile so much and some happy tears ran down his cheeks.

They are definitely doing it again without a condom.

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[antiodote]

she helps him shave

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“can I do it?”

she was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, watching him as he stood in front of the large mirror in his bathroom. he was clad in a pair of colourful joggers and nothing else; truly a sight to see.

“hm?” he turned his head in her direction, giving her his full attention. “do what, angel?” his tired eyes were on her, the domestic nature of it all was nothing but comforting.

“shave your face, I mean. can I do it?” she realised somewhere within the second of her asking the question that the mere notion might be silly. a bit overbearing, maybe. but before she could overthink it, she was met with an amused smile from her love.

“you wanna shave my face, doll? do you have any experience? wouldn’t want you to butcher my pretty face, darling.” he mocked. they were smiling at each other, his joke clearly setting the playful mood. he always teased her to no end. “y’know what? forget I asked-“ she moved to get up from her seated position when two hands suddenly pushed her back down.

“no! no, honey, I was only joking!” he had a hard time containing his laugh. “I’m sorry, y’know I can’t help it. I’d love for you to shave my face, actually.” he hugged her close, her face smushed against his chest and his hands in her hair. she attempted to roll her eyes to further sell her annoyed façade, the giggles escaping her throat, however, cut her game short.

she really, really liked his jokes.

“hm, if you insist…”

he moved his hands from her head to her face, moving her to look at him. in one slow but swift move, he connected their lips for a sweet and tender kiss, ending the gesture with a peck on the nose.

he really, really liked kissing her.

“oh, what would I do without you, hmm?”

“I don’t know, die, probably.” she says, her arms still slung around his hips. he chuckles. “probably, yeah.”

“right, better get started then. we don’t have all day, do we?”

with that, he picks her up from the toilet seat and gently puts her on the bathroom counter, gaining a squeal from her sweet lips. she moves her thighs apart for him to stand in between them, and he does just that. within a few moments, he hands her the shaving cream and razor, wanting her to take over. he rests his hands on the edge of the counter, right beside her thighs, and leans down a bit so she can get started.

“wait, let’s get this hair out the way first.” she blindly reaches behind her in an attempt to reach the tiny wicker basket on the counter housing all of their shared hair ties and scrunchies. she coincidentally picks out a velvety pink one, matching the velvety blue one that is currently holding her hair in place. she moves to gather his longer hair in a tiny puff at the crown of his head and ties it all together. a few flyaways here and there remain, but she doesn’t mind.

she grabs the bottle of shaving cream and shakes it just enough, after which she sprays a generous amount on her palm. once it looks like it’s enough, she goes to spread it around her love’s face. who, by the way, looks like he’s on cloud nine, with the way his dopey smile adorns his face.

“what’s got you all happy today? it’s way too early for this much glee.” she asks, further spreading the shaving cream along his jaw. he takes a second to answer, making sure her eyes were on his, and chuckles once again. “well, I’ve got a terribly cute girl sitting here, right in front of me, in nothing but her underwear and my shirt, currently spreading shaving cream on my face. and once we’re done here, we’ll spend the entire day together. we’ll go for a long walk and get some coffee on the way. and we’ll be wearing those cute matching outfits that she picked out and I just can’t help but feel like it's too good to be true, that’s all.”

harry often worried that he was being too gushy around her, that his compliments and praise would end up driving her away from him; that his need to spend as much time with her as possible would be considered weird or insecure. he knew that he was diving into everything a bit too quickly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when it felt so right.

harry had only been with her for five and a half months. an incredibly short time, compared to the grand scheme of things. however, he was sure that she was his person. his endgame. the one. it sounded corny in his head, especially given that none of them had even said those three words yet. but it was a gut feeling. a safety that he had been chasing with any other partner he ever had. nothing ever compared to this; the warmth, comfort, safety and ecstasy he felt were his drugs, and he was addicted. his only hope? that she felt the same way.

“you know, those are some of my favourite things to do with you. maybe I should consider myself the lucky one, after all.”

“or maybe, I just know you well enough at this point.”

“yeah, or that.”

she started dragging the razor down his still slightly puffy face, careful to go with the grain, not against it. both of them fell silent. she was too focused on the motions of her hand to talk, and he had no problem admiring her while she did her best. or closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her breath on his face. what neither of them knew, however, was how both of their minds were running a mile a minute. her heart was still racing from his joyous description of the day he had planned. just the two of them, that’s all they ever needed. at least, it was all that she needed.

she couldn’t quite believe she got this lucky. sure, harry got jealous, got quite impatient from time to time and had a hard time telling her when something was up. but behind any of that was a man, a good and honest man, who wanted her around. who enjoyed her company. who laughed at her jokes. who appreciated her help. who held her at night. who made her feel good. she was convinced that someone like that, man or woman or whatever else, didn’t exist for her. she believed, for a long time, that she was meant to give, but not to receive. that she was meant to hold, not to be held. that she was meant to love, not to be loved.

she thinks he might love her. maybe. just a tiny bit. but she knew, with every fibre of her being, that she loved him. she loved him. she loved him, so, so much.

what she didn’t know? he felt the same. he loved her. he really, really loved her.

“all done!”

he opened his eyes and was faced with her smiling face. he stepped aside to examine her work in the mirror and was surprised to see that she had done a perfect job.

“I think you might’ve been a barber in your past life, darling.”

he stepped back in front of her to bring his arms around her waist. a kiss on the lips was her reward. “thank you, I feel wonderful.”

she kissed him back and held his now clean-shaven jaw in her hands. “you’re welcome, I’m glad you feel good. I’m sad to see the moustache go, though.”

he scoffed. “you only liked it because it was fun to sit on, angel.”

with that, she shoved him away and got off the bathroom counter, her middle finger raised high above her head as she stepped out of the room. a sweet “fuck you, styles.” lingered in the air after she made a break for the bedroom to get changed. he followed shortly after, like a lost puppy, finding her in the middle of the room. she was now in his trousers, shirt and cardigan and opted for long, worn-out wool socks to keep her feet warm in the october cold. as she stood there in front of him, he felt like he was looking at an extension of himself. a piece of his heart, growing by the minute. a piece of him with her, a piece of her with him, always. their eyes met in silence. her eyebrows rose, challenging him. his heart felt like it was wearing a knit sweater, his insides warm and fuzzy. their smiles grew and grew until they cracked.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

silence fell. and then, laughter rose. kisses given, hugs received, tears shed. but all was good, they were in love.

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1.5k words, not proofread (sorry!!) lowercase intended. i hope you like this one ! i happen to love it <3

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[katishome]

ok ok which idea

#tbh i cant promise i’ll get to it😭 #also both will be a kinda dark trope #and mysterious #harry styles #kat’s writing #harry’s home #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles soft #harry styles series #harry styles writing #dark! harry styles #rich!harry #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #ok i’ll stop now

[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 18

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de vista de Harry.

NotaAutora: Perdão a demora para atualizar a fic.

— Oi! Meu amor. — Violeta disse assim que atendi o telefone — Acabei de deixar as meninas com a babá!

— Ótimo! Já estou indo buscar você. — Tentei parecer animado, mas todo cansaço não me ajudava.

— Você quer cancelar nossa noite?

— Por que?

— Eu conheço você bem o suficiente para saber quando está fingindo.

— Só estou cansado, você já contratou a babá e também fez a reserva, vamos aproveitar.

— Tudo bem, estou te esperando.

Desliguei.

Eu não estava nem um pouco com vontade de sair para um date e não era pelo cansaço. Aurora me ligou, me mandou mensagem e eu nem tive coragem de responder.Eu era simplesmente um covarde miserável que não teve a decência de dizer a ela o que eu sentia, mas como eu poderia? Dizer que a amava não valeria de nada quando ela descobrisse sobre Violeta, porque ela vai descobrir, não há mais tempo para mim.

Assim que estacionei minha esposa entrou toda animada no carro, ela estava linda, sua maquiagem pesada e sua roupa justa, não podia negar que não mexeu comigo, que uma parte de mim sentiu sua falta.

— Oi! — Aquele sorriso um dia fez meu mundo inteiro balançar.

— Oi.

— Posso te beijar? — Ela se tornou uma mulher tímida de uma hora para outra.

— Porque está me perguntando?

— Não sei Harry, ultimamente você tem estado tão distante que nem sei mais se eu posso beijar meu próprio marido.

— Pode.

Aqueles lábios, eram doces, mas não tão bons quanto os de Aurora.

— Vamos?

— Sim. — Ela entrelaçou os dedos aos meus com um sorriso.

A viagem até o restaurante foi terrível, Violeta estava determinada a me provocar, sua mão quente ficou em minha coxa o tempo todo. Eu só queria chegar logo que assim que vi o estacionamento apressei-me para achar uma vaga, logo que o carro desligou eu prontamente fui abrir a porta para ela, estendendo a mão para ajudá-la a sair do carro.

Afinal eu ainda era seu marido, ela merecia isso, uma noite sem que se sentisse rejeitada.

— Obrigado meu amor, que cavalheiro.

Sua mão rapidamente entrelaçaram-se a minha, não hesitei, mas eu deveria?

Já não sei mais o que é certo ou errado, meu coração grita pela Aurora, eu sinto tanto a falta dela, mas Violeta é minha esposa não é a ela a quem deveria estar venerando?

O lugar era lindo, todos os nossos anos de relacionamento nunca jantamos em lugar tão chique, talvez estejamos mesmo, no fundo do poço e Violeta estava tentando de tudo para reacender a chama do nosso amor.

O jantar foi agradável, nós se esquecemos quase completamente a tensão que havia entre nós há muito tempo, nós rimos e flertamos como se fossemos dois recém casados e apaixonados, eu me senti estranho por estar gostando tanto da companhia dela.

— Foi muito legal hoje. — Minha esposa sorriu para mim enquanto caminhavamos para o carro. — Eu me diverti muito.

— Eu também — Sorri de volta abrindo a porta para ajudá-la a entrar.

— Sabe, amor. — Violeta começou assim que entrei no carro. — A noite não precisa acabar agora.— Ela parecia nervosa, ela estava nervosa eu a conhecia muito bem para ler sua expressão facial.

Eu senti meu coração acelerar, quando a sua mão delicada tocou meu rosto o virando para ela

— Eu quero você, H. — Sussurrou antes de unir seus lábios aos meus.

Eu não consegui resistir, me deixei levar pelo momento e o prazer que os lábios da minha esposa me davam, minhas mãos a puxaram mais para mim, até que estivesse sentada em meu colo, suas mãos puxavam meus cabelos, enquanto seus quadris roçaram em mim.

— H.— Ela gemeu baixinho em meu ouvido.

E um estalo, o som da voz de Aurora apareceu em minha mente, eu via ela em minha frente.

— Para!

— O que foi?— Violeta me olhou assustada.

— Acho melhor pararmos.

— Por quê?

— Alguém pode ver— Menti.

Mas eu não podia continuar.

Eu não estava mais apaixonado por Violeta, eu só estava me apagando a um passado onde nós éramos realmente felizes.

— Eu não ligo.

— Baby, vamos para casa, eu não quero fazer isso aqui.— Segurei seu rosto e forcei-me a beija-lá. — Quero fazer direito.

— Promete que vamos transar quando chegar lá? — A voz manhosa e triste dela me fazia sentir culpado.

— Claro. — Afirmei só para vê-la sair de cima de mim.

Eu não sei bem o que aconteceria quando chegasse, não sei se resistiria a minha própria esposa, eu estava muito confuso e me sentindo muito culpado.

— A babá está lá em cima, vou avisá-la para ir. — Violeta dizia enquanto tirava os sapatos assim que chegamos. — Por ser tarde talvez ela precise de carona, você pode levá-la para mim? E passar na farmácia pegar uns preservativos, acho que já encaixotei os que tinham aqui em casa.

— Claro querida.

Aproveitei o momento para ir até o banheiro, entrei rapidamente e lavei meu rosto.

— Mas que porra você está fazendo? — Indaguei a mim mesmo, várias vezes.

Eu amava a Aurora, eu a amava.

Ouvi uma movimentação na cozinha, devia ser a babá.

— Está Pronta? — Questionei arrumando a gola da camisa, sem nem olhar para cima.

Mas no instante que ela se virou eu quis morrer.

Eu fiquei paralisado ali, olhando a mulher a minha frente, minha boca se mexia, mas não saia nada.

Era a Aurora, ali bem na minha frente.

A babá!

Ela era a porra da babá!

— Aurora?! — Minha mente se recusava a acreditar. — Aurora o que faz aqui? — Como ela descobriu? Ela me seguiu? Ela contou tudo a Violeta? — Aurora, me responde. — Eu caminhei rapidamente até ela segurando em seu braço. — Como me achou?

— Achou?! Que porra você está fazendo aqui?! Eu não te achei, eu nem sabia que estaria aqui. Você é irmão da Violeta ou coisa assim? — Ela também parecia tão confusa.

— Querido?! — Violeta surgiu atrás de mim e eu quase gritei. — Aí está você, meu amor não esqueça de dar uma boa gorjeta, ok?

— Aurora!— Violeta gritou assim que a viu cair no chão. — Harry faça alguma coisa. — Eu estava paralisado. — Harry!

— Vamos tentar acordar ela.

Fui de encontro eu corpo pálido no chão, segurei sua cabeça em minha mão, tirei seus cabelos ruivos do rosto, acariciei seu rosto e a vi se mexer.

— Ei você está bem?

— Eu... Sim. — Ela tentava se levantar rápido.

— Tem certeza? Precisa de um médico? — Minha esposa acariciava os cabelos de aurora tão preocupada como eu.

— Eu estou bem, sempre acontece isso, minha pressão cai às vezes.- Aurora se levantou.

— Tem certeza? Você parece um pouco pálida. — Minha esposa tentou tocar nela novamente, mas Aurora pareceu esquivar-se.

— Sim, eu vou indo.

— Espere meu marido vai levá-la.

Porra não!

— Não precisa.

— Você acabou de desmaiar. — Violeta encheu um copo com água e a entregou. — Por favor querida, você foi tão boa para mim hoje o mínimo que posso fazer é isso, já que não quer ir ao médico, tem certeza que não quer sentar um pouco?

Aurora estava cuidando das minhas filhas enquanto eu quase trepei com minha mulher, isso não podia estar acontecendo.

— Eu estou bem, não se preocupe.

— H, ajude-a a chegar em casa, tá bem?

— Ok — Foi tudo o que eu consegui dizer.

Eu ajudei Aurora a entrar no carro, sabendo que tudo estava prestas a desmoronar.

Eu pensei que no instante que estivemos sozinhos ela iria gritar comigo, mas ela ficou quieta, um silêncio absoluto que me causava arrepios.

— Aurora. — Eu queria explicar tudo.

— Não. — Ela desviou o olhar.

— Aurora me deixe explicar.

— Eu não quero! E assim que estivermos longe o suficiente para que ela não veja o carro me deixe sair.

— Eu não posso deixar você sozinha essa hora na rua.

— Eu não posso ficar mais um minuto com você nesse carro.

— Aurora por favor.

— Já estamos longe, por favor me deixa sair?

— Não posso.

— Eu vou pular desse carro, me deixa sair. — Ela tentava abrir a porta do carro com força.

— Aurora, pare de ser estúpida, você vai se machucar.

— ME DEIXE SAIR AGORA!- Ela começou a gritar batendo em meu braço, e por um instante pensei que iria bater, única saída foi parar o carro.

— Aurora!- Gritei assim que a vi saindo correndo do carro. — Pelo amor de Deus espera por favor. — Fui rápido em ir atrás dela. — Aurora, por favor, eu só quero conversar.

— Não há o que falar. Não quero mais ver você.

— Me deixa explicar, eu sinto muito, eu não queria que descobrisse assim.

— Assim como? Na porra da sua casa?! Com a sua família! — Eu podia ver suas lágrimas caírem. — VOCÊ TEM UMA FAMÍLIA! UMA FAMÍLIA HARRY!

— Eu sei, sinto muito, mas é complicado.

— Complicado? É por isso que não respondia minhas mensagens? Eu disse que te amava, como você pôde fazer isso comigo!

— Me perdoe, por favor.

— Você tem sua família, precisa voltar para elas, eu não quero ver você nunca mais.

— Por favor. — Segurei em seu braço. — Aurora, você é importante para mim, me deixe levá-la, me deixe explicar tudo. — Aproximei- me acariciando seus cabelos. — Eu quero poder contar tudo para você.

— Devia ter feito isso antes. — Ela se afastou. — Adeus Harry.

Ela saiu correndo sem rumo, eu não sabia o que fazer, se corria atrás dela ou a deixava ir.

Essa noite, antes de ver Aurora na minha cozinha, eu até cogitei que talvez fosse melhor ficar com Violeta, não porque eu a amava tanto quanto eu amo Aurora, mas, porque era o certo a se fazer, era mais fácil tentar consertar algo que está quebrado do que admitir que aquilo não funciona mais, talvez eu sentisse que merece mais alguém como Violeta do que Aurora em minha vida, afinal Violeta era como eu, uma traidora tentando se redimir, mas Aurora, ela era pura, inocente e eu não deveria ter a metido no meio dessa bagunça que era meu mundo, mas eu fui egoísta demais para deixá-la ir antes que eu fodesse com tudo.

E agora tudo o que o meu coração mais gritava era para não deixá-la ir, eu não conseguiria aceitar a ideia de perder ela.

Eu não podia escolher ela.

Eu não deveria ir atrás dela.

Então como um covarde eu dei meia volta, entrei no meu carro.

Eu a deixei sozinha...

Eu a deixei chorando...

Eu a deixei com medo...

Eu voltei para casa...

— Tudo certo querido? — Violeta tinha aquele olhar de esperança assim que entrei casa. — Querido? — Eu passei por ela sem dizer nenhuma palavra. — Harry? — Eu subi as escadas. — Harry!? — Ela me seguiu e segurou meu braço. — O que foi? Aconteceu algo?

— Eu quero...

— O que você quer?

— Eu quero o divórcio.

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