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justmeinatree · 9 months
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Step Into The Light
Summary : you’re one of the dancers in the lights up video. harry takes a particular liking to you.
Word Count : 600
A/N : she’s a baby. a little teaser. ✌️
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they wanted individual shots for the lights up music video. individual shots of harry with each of the main dancers. which was all fine and dandy until it was your turn. “y/n, nice to meet you,” he remembers you saying with a smile as you shook his hand. this was hours ago, before the shooting began.
you had finished all of the group scenes, and harry couldn’t keep you off his mind. the way he felt a particular heat under your touch whenever your fingertips ran along his skin. the way he leaned a little closer to you whenever you were right by him for the shot. it’s like his body was being pulled to yours, craving you in some kind of way.
so now, he was supposed to stay composed and professional as he had to dance and grind one on one, alone with you. at least earlier he could keep the thoughts at bay. with everyone else around, it really felt like a video shoot, with lots of things and people to think about. but now, here you are, back pressed to his front, your hips swaying back and forth, head leaned back against his shoulder.
you had given him the okay to touch earlier, so he doesn’t hesitate to let his hands glide down your arms, to your hips. his left hand stays firmly planted on your hip, right hand splayed out over your stomach, making its way up between your breasts, over your neck and jaw, fingers hooking into your chin to turn your face towards him.
harry’s eyes lock with yours, turning you around to face him, head lowering to rest his forehead against yours. you rest your hands on his chest, hearing the director calling something out, but your brain is too foggy to register anything.
you assume he’s putting on his best act, having done this 7 times already with other actors. but then you notice harry’s teeth sinking hard into his bottom lip, his hands gripping into your hips, and he pulls you into him. you feel his cock fattening up, your eyes locking with his as you hear a faint whine leave his lips. 
“sorry love, fuck m’really sorry,” he whispers against your ear. from the angle and distance of the crew, harry knows they can’t see anything. but he definitely shouldn’t be getting hard like this. and to press you against him, he’s honestly mortified. 
“don’t worry about it,” you murmur back just as quietly, breathing out a soft chuckle. but you can see the blush rising on his cheeks and you really don’t want him to feel bad, you were just as turned on. but you had a body that didn’t make horniness quite so obvious. “would it make you feel better if i told you that i was dripping right now ?”
harry’s eyes search yours, trying to read you. and he can see it, your pupils are blown wide, your chest is rising a bit quicker as your breathing picks up. his mouth quirks into a small smirk, really seeing that he’s got the same effect on you as you’ve had on him. 
in the moment, there’s nothing he wants more than to drop to his knees and have you drip into his awaiting mouth. and if there wasn’t an entire crew of people 15 feet away, he’d do it without a second thought. harry’s so enthralled by the thought of it that he doesn’t notice himself whispering out “wanna taste you so bad.”
and since the universe loves to make you suffer, “CUT ! thanks, next please.”
Part 2
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stylesmygucci · 11 months
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-They can wait || H.S
Pairing: boyfriend!Harry x reader
Content warnings: SMUT!! (creampie, cowgirl, car sex), family/future talk, morning after pill mention.
Word count: 1368
A/n: I think this will be my last post in a while:’) it’s been a nice ride you guys! Maybe I’ll come back another time. masterlist
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His fingers pushed in and out of me. Attentive to me, and me only.
He held his mouth open, mimicking mine as I refused to let my moans out.
His thumb brushes my clit and I can’t keep my eyes open. I let my rugged breaths show my pleasure.
“Make more noise for me, please. I wanna know I’m making my baby feel good.” He kisses my shoulder.
I groan. I can’t feel his heat atop me. I open my eyes and find him on his knees.
“Har—“
“Shhh.. let me make you feel good.” His hot breath itches closer to my pulsating clit and I grow more and more eager.
“Y/n.”
He says before he teases his tongue through my folds.
“Baby, hey,” everything stops. “I’m sorry to wake you but I planned on leaving soon.”
I open my eyes, the creases in my neck sweaty and my thighs under the blanket sticky.
“Wait, where?” I wake up more, forgetting about the sex dream.
“Told you, Mitch’s… you sure you don’t want a shower before we go? you look a bit spent.” He touches my forehead with the back his hand, then my cheek. “We can stay if you don’t feel too good.”
“No, I’m fine, I’m just-“ I think about his mouth between me and sit up straighter.
“I’ll take a shower, just give me a couple minutes.” I nod.
“Ok.” He kisses my lips and walks away.
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After the shower, I expected my head to clear up and my body to calm down. I couldn’t really rub one out because I doubted Harry would appreciate me taking 20 minutes in the shower after wanting to leave early, or more importantly not just telling him I was craving him.
We were on our way to Sarah’s house for a watch party they apparently do every couple of months when they’re in LA.
Despite only knowing Harry’s friends for a couple months, we got along well. They invited me to their parties, their get-togethers. Most times I never heard of plans from Harry first, but first hand from one of his friends who kept my number. I was more than happy to go… just not today.
Right now, specifically, when my clit is throbbing and my tightly shut legs are doing nothing to relieve it.
“You look uncomfortable.” He states. I catch his brows furrow just as he licks his lips. “Baby, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to hang out with them. It’s okay to say n-“
“Harry-” I ease his rant, right as the traffic light switches red before us. “It’s not that. I’m just having trouble.”
“Trouble?”
I squeezed my thighs tighter when his voice croaked a little. I want to forget about it, I don’t want him to have to worry because I’m horny.
He stared at me for a couple of seconds until he felt the need to drag over my body. He sucks in a deep breath and grips his steering wheel tighter. He shifts in his seat. Now I know he knows.
Of course he knows. He knows me left and right, top to bottom, inch after inch.
The light that once illuminated his face red changed green.
“Harry, the light.” I acknowledged.
He went back to the road.
From all the times we’ve gone to Sarah’s house, this wasn’t the way I recognized. Even if it’s night, we always passed a bank and made a right. But instead he went behind the bank until we were at the back of a Target Superstore.
He takes off his seat belt and turns off the engine. For a moment it seems he’s mad at me, but then his face turns soft and I’m confused again.
“You can just tell me when you’re turned on and I’m more than happy to help you, yknow that?”
I looked at him like he was crazy, I could feel my brows furrow. He still turned me on, though. That smirk he put on; the way he spread his legs. Why was I so desperate?
He made his seat slide further from the steering wheel as much as he could.
“Come on.” He patted his thighs.
I looked back outside to the lit lights and cars driving by a couple of stops down. “Here?”
“Yes.”
“Harry-“
“If you really need this-“
“They’ll be waiting for us, we’re already late-“
“Woman.” He turns and gives me a stern look, it turns soft only seconds after. “They can wait.”
I hesitate.
“If someone catches us-”
“Tinted windows.”
We argue in silence, his eyes burning into me while he soothes his legs, teasing me like a little bastard.
“If we find videos of us on Twitter, I’ll never forgive you.”
He laughs as I mount his lap, making sure not to hit the steering wheel behind me. It’s only inches from my back, if I lean back too much I’ll honk and give us away.
His hands find themselves on my hips and down my waist, lower, and lower, and lower.
My breath gets trapped in my throat. He brushes over my shorts and looks up at me but I keep my sight on his fingers.
“Lift your hips.” He whispered. I did so and helped him remove my shorts.
I wasn’t worried that we were in a Target backlot anymore, all my attention went to the way his fingers felt against my skin and the way his lips hovered right below my ear.
He slid my panties to the side and touched me so satisfyingly I didn’t hold back on my moans. But it wasn’t enough. The aching was within.
“I need you please.”
“I’m right here.”
I groan into his shoulder because he hasn’t stopped.
“You know what I mean.”
His finger stop for a moment. His zipper sounds and I catch a glimpse of his boner through his briefs. He takes out and gives it a couple strokes. I clench around nothing just watching him.
He grips my ass harshly before aligning himself with me. Slowly, he fills me up. My hips sink and more and more of him disappears in me.
I can’t help but close my eyes. Shit.
“Like that?”
I nod and clench around him. He sucks in a breath.
I take one of his hands from my waist and push it back to my clit. Gently, he rubs, relieving more than half of my aching— and shit, I’m already close.
His other arm tightens around my waist, grinding me against him.
I’m gone already. My thighs quiver until I feel my climax come down.
His breath stutters and then he follows behind me, squeezing my love handles tightly as he grunts.
I hide in his neck and take in the smell of the car: sex, Harry’s cologne, and that signature smell his Range Rover has.
“Are you feeling better?”
I nod against his shoulders.
“By a lot.”
He laughs.
“This is a mess.” He mumbled. I looked down at us still together. My panties were soaked and the top of his drawers had small stains of his cum.
“I think we should go inside and buy some things.” I propose.
He looks up at me and surprises me by turning on the light beside my head.
“You mean me right? You look like you’ve been fucked.”
“I have.” I smile giddily.
“That’s not a good appearance in public, babe.” He kisses my lips.
He pats my ass and leans back.
“Come on. I’ve gotta get you a pill too.”
“You don’t want my baby?” I jokingly ask as I let him out of me.
“Oh I want all your babies. I would just like to plan it… you don’t want one right now, do you?” He sounds like he’s stepping around glass.
He won’t look at me just yet.
“I’m pulling at your balls, babe. Not right now, promise.” I kiss his cheek.
We’ve talked about it over a thousand times. Him on tour equals no baby making because he wants to be there for me. He wants all nine months tied to my hip and nothing less. I wouldn’t want anything less.
“That’s good to know.” He whispers and takes my lips once more.
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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 7 months
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✨My Masterlist ✨
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This is my official masterlist!! Thank you so much for reading my stories and I hope you enjoy them! Just a few things:
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Everything is ordered from oldest and this masterlist will have warnings as well as a summary for each work
Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated!! I always love to hear what you think of my writing!
Happy Reading! x
Series:
The Years Between US (incomplete)
age gap, smut, angst, fluff
Synopsis and Character List
Part I
Mini Series:
The Divorce (incomplete)
the one where Y/N takes on her first high profile case as an assistant at a law firm. Her first client? Harry Styles.
smut, angst, fluff and a Harry who is delightfully insufferable :)
Part I
Part II
Part III
Tolerate It (complete)
the one where Harry is a workaholic and Y/N doesn't know how long she can take it anymore.
angst, taylor swift inspired and a Harry who needs to get his head on straight
Part I
Part II
Part III
Obsession (incomplete)
the one where Y/N meets her brother's girlfriends family for the first time and takes a specific interest in a certain older Mr Styles
Part I
Stars Around My Scars (incomplete)
the one where Y/N is throwing Niall a surprise birthday party and she bumps into Harry Styles on the street while buying candles
Part I
Mr and Mrs Styles (upcoming)
the one where Y/N and Harry are assassins for rival companies and they're trying to take each other down. oh and they're married.
Mr and Mrs Smith AU
A Delicate Point of View (upcoming)
the one where recently widowed Mr Styles is looking for a nanny and Y/N just recently happens to be jobless
Sound of Music AU
One Shots:
The Wedding
the one where Y/N is stressed planning for their wedding and Harry can't seem to do anything right
Rainbows and Hospital Rooms
the one where Harry is a grumpy doctor, Y/N is his intern and she's late on her first day
Kissy?
the one where Harry simply cannot keep his lips off Y/N
Enough For You
the one where Harry kisses EmRata in Tokyo and Y/N finds out on Twitter
Spells of Fate
the one where Y/N keeps feeling dizzy and Harry is ever the protective boyfriend
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justlemmeadoreyou · 11 days
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Secret Little Rendezvous-5
Summary: The fifth and last part to Secret Little Rendezvous
Words: 3.5k+
Warnings: Angst! There's a lot of angst, fighting and cursing in this one. Hints of smut too, mentions toxic relationship. Alludes to smut.
(previous part here) | (series masterlist) | (main masterlist)
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Dylan and your relationship was blossoming. It was going well.
Given, you two hadn’t slept together. Yet.
You didn’t want to get physical so early. It had been 2 weeks or so, and the most physical affection was kisses and neck bites, and the one time you had sucked him off.
It was your idea. He was pent-up and frustrated because he was working hard on a project, and most of it was rejected by the client at a glance. That made you so angry. That person didn’t even bother to see his viewpoint, or why he did it the way he did. 
So, you invited him back to your house, right after work. Made him his favorite: macaroni and cheese.
“Hi,” he had greeted you sweetly, even though he had had a shit day. You loved that about him.
“Hi, how was your day?” you asked, even though you already knew how it was. Maybe he would want to talk about it?
“Eh, it was shit. Got rejected on the project proposal I had been working on for the past week or so, and the client threw my report in the dustbin”
“No! Why would he do that?!” you exclaimed. Saying no was one thing. But tossing reports that took so long to prepare right into the trash was another.
“I know. He’s an asshole. How are you, though?”
You smiled.
“I’m good–I had a nice day. The code I was reviewing today was actually good, and I didn’t have to revert. “
“That’s a relief. I hate it when we have to check the whole thing all over again and 
Check the security and data compromises.”
“I know, right? Anyway, go and change. I made you dinner”
His eyes lit up when you said that, and he walked over to you with his arms extended in front of him. He came over to you and hugged you, his face resting perfectly on the alcove of your neck. 
“You’re the best”
“Alright, big guy. I’ll get the food on the plate. Go and get changed”
He eventually let go of you, but not without pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
He came back a few minutes later, face fresh and looking good. He sat back and relaxed, while you brought him the plate and sat on the table adjacent to his.
He took a spoonful of the dish, the yummy smell of cheesy goodness hitting him. As he tasted it, a grin spread across his face.
"Wow," he said, nodding approvingly. "This is amazing. You really did a great job, Y/n."
You felt proud hearing his praise, a warm feeling spreading inside. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it," you said, feeling a bit shy. "It's just a simple recipe, but I'm happy it turned out well."
He kept eating, and you sat across from him, enjoying the moment. It was nice, just being together and sharing a meal. And as you watched him, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple, happy times.
After dinner, he wiped his mouth and sat back, his stomach full and he looked happier than before.
“That was good”
“Mhmm, you know, this macaroni wasn’t the only delicious-looking thing tonight”
As soon as you said that, his heartbeat rose, and his mouth fell open. He dropped the napkin on the table and looked at you with wide eyes.
“What–what do you–what do you mean?” he asked, but before he could say anything else, you were already sinking down to your knees in front of him. You smirked, pushing his thighs apart and settling down comfortably.
His hands came to rest on your shoulders softly, asking you if you really wanted to.
“You–you don’t have to do this, babe. I’m perfectly fine going to bed and sleeping, or–or if you want me to leave, I can–I can leave too, you know”
You shook your head, taking his hands from your shoulders and holding them in yours, pressing a kiss to the top of each, “Yeah, I’m sure. And it’s good. I want you to relax. Let some of that tension and frustration go away”
He nodded, but he was still unsure.
But you made all of that go away. Starting slow, you took your time with him, built the pleasure and tension perfectly, licking his cock and fondling his balls, sucking at the tip, till he was cuming inside your mouth.
“You–you don’t have to fuck–oh, you don’t have to swallow–”
He muttered, but you had already done it, smirking up at him as he picked you up and kissed you,wrapping his arms around your waist. He apologized later for not returning the favor because he was so tired. You brushed it off, knowing it wasn’t a give-and-take relationship like you had with Harry.
Harry.
Oh.
You hadn’t thought about him in a while. Sure, you would see him in the office every couple of days, but he ensured no contact between you two. It was good…for the most part.
Olivia acted like you were a witch. She frowned and scowled whenever you were nearby, and she really needed to grow up. She had her ego inflated over the fact that Harry had chosen her instead of you.
Only if she knew how much of a lie it was.
.  .  .
Dylan was up for a promotion.
He had been in line for it too when you had gotten it. He was planning on leaving the company after that, because there would be no open positions for a while. So, he had submitted an application, stating that if he didn't get the promotion, he would leave the company. And given that he was a hardworking employee, who had shown excellent growth in the 4 years he had been in the company, there was no way he wouldn’t get it.
He gave the news to you two days later when he had taken you to dinner at a restaurant.
“Sooo I’ve–I’ve been wanting to talk about something” he said, after you had been talking about each other’s families for a while.
“Yeah, sure. What’s up”
“I–I got the promotion, Y/n.”
“Oh my god! That’s amazing! Come on, give me a hug” you exclaimed, so happy for him. You got up immediately and hugged him, earning a few unwat\nted glances from fellow diners.
“Well, that was awkward” he said after, and you nodded.
The conversation had stopped after that, and you could sense the shift in his demeanor. He wanted to tell you something else too.
“Dylan, what’s wrong?” you asked, your heart throbbing erratically, sensing something wrong.
He sighed, his gaze troubled. "Y/N, I've been offered the promotion, but...it means I have to relocate."
Your heart sank at his words, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. "Relocate? But what about us?"
Dylan hesitated, his expression pained. "I don't know what to do, Y/N. I want this promotion, but I also don't want to lose you."
Tears pooled in your eyes, because you knew where this was headed.
“You–you wanna break up with me?”
Your voice was just above a whisper, and you could see by the look on his face that the answer was yes.
“I don’t know! I want this promotion, and–and this is the only way I can get it. And if I leave the company, I would have to start in the exact position I want to get out from”
You sighed, the gravity of the situation finally settling in.
“But–but, we can–we can go long-distance…”
The words trailed off in your mouth. Long distance was a big thing, and you had been dating for about a month and a half. You two hadn’t been physically involved, and that may have been one of the reasons he wasn’t too reluctant to break up, or think of other options.
“Is–is this about us not having sex? It’s easier for you to break up because we aren’t that close yet. Because we haven’t fucked yet”
He dropped the spoon, and brought his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes with it.
“No, it’s not about that. I mean, we haven’t been dating for so long, and I–I don’t think our relationship could stand that. It’s a big commitment. And we won’t be able to see each other for months, because I would be working at the same level as you. Work can get hectic, and Y/n, you know that too, right?”
You nodded, staring at the tablecloth.
“And–and I often resort to drinking every three days or so, and God forbid I do something wrong while I’m out at a club, because I don’t have you by my side. I don’t want to call you one morning, telling you that I was unfaithful”
His words sank in, and you sighed. He was right. Your relationship wasn’t that strong to take the toll of long distance, and if one of you made a drunk mistake, the other would be crushed.
With a heavy sigh, you finally spoke up. "I...I guess you're right, Dylan. Maybe it's for the best if we end things now, before it gets too complicated."
Dylan reached out, taking your hand in his, his expression filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I never wanted to hurt you."
You gave him a small, sad smile, squeezing his hand gently. "I know, Dylan. And I'm sorry too."
.  .  .
He left a month later, and you were left with a broken heart.
Why did everyone leave?
Were you just that unlovable that God saved everyone from you?
You found solace in throwing yourself into work, often staying late into the night to distract yourself from those troubling thoughts. While the temptation to drown your sorrows in alcohol was present, you knew it would only serve to bury those long-buried emotions deeper within you.
Little did you know, there was one other employee working late that night.
He knocked at your door, and it was almost 10:00 pm. You were planning on leaving soon, and the thought of who else might stay late made you curious.
“Come in” you yelled, and in came the green eyed guy, whom you hadn’t seen in weeks.
“Harry”
He nodded, leaning in on the doorframe.
“Y/n. How are you?”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“Dylan left a week ago. You’ve been working till late ever since. Wanted to check if you were alright”
“Since when do you care?” you replied, unsure of where all this was coming from, especially for a guy who had no feelings for you.
“You know I’ve always cared for you. Since before we were together till today. I never stopped caring”
Your eyes lifted up, staring into his.
“What do you want?”
He sighed, and walked to your desk. He pulled a chair out, dragged it across to your end, and sat beside you.
“Harry–what are you doing?”
“Nothing”
He took your hand in his, and stared into your eyes. It had been so long since you had done that.
“Listen. I know you feel alone right now. And–I’m here for you if you ever wanna talk”
You were not liking his two-faced behavior.
“Shut up”
“What?!” he exclaimed, as if you had said something wrong.
“Don’t give me that “I’m there for you” crap. You don’t give a fuck about me. And you made that perfectly clear when you threw me away those months ago.”
“That’s not true. I do care for you. And I did not  throw you away, okay? It was–It was you, who dumped me”
Your eyes widened, and you stared at him in disbelief.
“You’ve got that wrong! You said you were just with me for sex. And then you said that you can’t take it further because I was getting the wrong signals.”
“I never said that. I just that I was in love with someone else, and that–that I won’t be able to commit to you in the way you want me to”
You sat back, defeated.
“Why Are you pulling all this crap now? Just leave”
You pushed him back, closing the applications on your computer and getting ready to leave.
“Where–what are you doing?”
“Going home. Saving myself from you”
“But, listen–” he got up, just as you did. He grabbed your hand once again.
“What?!” you yelled.
“Just listen to me, please–”
“I’m done fucking listening. I was done listening three months ago”
“But–I–I want to say something–”
You ignored him, taking your stuff and shoving it in your bag. You fetched your keys, and opened uber to call a cab, because your car was with your sister.
“Y/n listen–”
You picked your stuff, slinging your bag over your shoulders and went to turn the lights off. But, what he said next, made you freeze.
“I love you!”
Your legs stopped working, and your eyes widened.
What the fuck.
“Excuse me?” 
You turned around, your eyes full of anger.
He lowered his gaze to the floor, and the anger within you skyrocketed.
You dropped your things to the table once again, walking to him and standing right in front of him.
“I–I love you”
He said once again, his gaze trained to the floor.
You grabbed his chin, lifting his head up. 
His eyes looked into yours. His, were apologetic. Yours, full of anger and disbelief.
“The fuck do you mean you love me? Did Olivia dump you? Or did the whole city say no to sleeping with you?”
Your words hurt him, and his heart sank.
“No! Why–why would you think that?”
“Or–Oh! Or did Natalia stop loving you? Huh? You over her? Your eternal undying love for her is finished?”
He shook his head, “No, I–I broke up with Olivia a month ago. I–I don’t like her anymore”
“Because you love Natalia, right”
“I–I don’t! I–I love you”
“You know you’re saying that to a void, right? Because you’re not getting one back from me in return. What do you want me to do? I should forget all you did to me and come running into your arms? Is that what you want?”
He gave no response, his gaze lowered, even though you were holding his chin up.
“Speak up, Harry!” you yelled, and he flinched. It was the second time you were yelling at him like that, and it made him genuinely scared.
“No, No–I’m not saying that. I–I just want you–to give me a second chance”
“Huh” you exclaimed in disbelief, letting his face go and took a few steps back.
“I’m not fucking around, Y/n. I swear. I–I just want you to take me back once again. I want you to give me a second chance. And punish me however you feel like. Beat me, throw things at me, yell at me. Please, but—but please, give me a second chance. Please”
His voice sounded broken, and tears welled up in his eyes.
“What happened to you, huh? You were, this Harry with a wall of cement over your heart. You threw away anyone who tried to care about you. You threw me away. And now you’re standing in my office, crying, and you want me to care about you once again? Forget what you did to me!?”
Your voice was breaking too, and you too, were about to cry.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you. I was an asshole, and I will never forgive myself for that. But–believe me when I say that I have changed, and that–that I love you”
You couldn’t believe him. Not after what you went through after that. He sounded like he was telling the truth, and you wanted to believe him! But you still couldn’t understand why.
“What happened with Natalia, Harry? And Olivia?”
“I–I broke up with her. I wanted to be with you. But you were with Dylan, and–and I was heartbroken. I thought that I lost you forever”
“Would that be so bad?” you asked.
He walked to you, and got down on his knees in front of you. He reached for your hand, and when you didn’t protest, he took it in his, once again.
“I realized just how much I had lost when I let go of you. I lost the one person I trusted the most. I lost you, and I realized I had no one to even talk to. I had no one to laugh with, no one to get wasted with. You were always there for me. You helped me when I couldn’t help myself, and you even went out of your way to do that. You saved me from being fired, and–and I kept believing the wrong people. When I should have believed you. I should have known you were right. I was–I was just frustrated over the fact that Natalia had broken it off with me. I still believed she loved me, and that–she would leave everything to come back to me. And–and I was wrong. I was wrong about Olivia too. All she wanted was sex, and after almost 2 months with her, I realized she was a female version of me”
You would’ve laughed at that, if the circumstances were different.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. Sorry sorry sorry. I will apologize all you want, I’ll do anything, just–just please, please, take me back”
“But–what happened with Natalia?”
He frowned at the mention of her name, and you squinted your eyes.
“You saw Natalia, didn’t you? And she has something to do with you growing up suddenly? And realizing I was right?”
He gritted his teeth, head lowering as he blinked his eyes in shame.
“Knew it. What did she do?” you said.
“She uh–I went to see her on the weekend, couple weeks before, and to my absolute fucking good luck, her whole family was there”
He raised his eyebrows, remembering just how painful and embarrassing it was.
“So—yeah, I approached her, and everyone asked who I was. So, uh, she said I was her brother”
“Yep. That’ll do it” you replied.
His nose was scrunched, lips in a small pout as he whined at you.
“I then realized she never had feelings for me. She might have had all those years ago, but–she definitely doesn’t”
You nodded. 
You sat in silence for a while, no words exchanged between you two. He looked up at you after a while, his eyes searching for an answer.
“You treated me like shit, Harry. Threw me away like trash the minute you were fed up of me–”
“I wasn’t fed up of you–”
“Let me finish! And don't you dare interrupt me once again”
He shut his mouth and nodded.
“You threw me away the second you found someone to replace me. You threw away my feelings, my emotions, everything. You threw away the trust I had for you. And–and I don’t know if I can trust you once again. You were sleeping with two people, and–and you didn’t even bother telling me! What if I got an STD? And you know how expensive healthcare is! I don’t even know if my insurance covers STDs!”
“I’m sorry”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Harry. You know that”
“Then tell me what to do! Please. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. You want me to murder someone, I’ll do it too”
“I’ll do whatever it takes”  his response was instant.
You shook your head once again.
“You’re not going to get me back so easily”
“Okay, first of all, I’m going to treat you like crap. I’m going to call you when I want, I’m going to do whatever I want. I will sleep with multiple guys. And maybe girls too. I will drink and go home with any person I want. I will run away as soon as you’ve orgasmed. I will not give you any aftercare. I will yell at you for caring about me. Understand?”
He hesitated, mouth open and in distress.
“See? How does it feel when the tables are turned? Feels bad? Huh?”
He nodded, pouting.
“Well, I don’t give a fuck. Feels good from where I see it”
He lowered his gaze in defeat, once again.
You grabbed his face, once again, making him look at you.
“It’s not going to go back to what it was in one night, Harry. It will take time. I will take time.”
“Yes, yes. Whatever you want”
“Maybe months”
“Of course!”
“Years, even”
“I can wait for eternity if It means I get to be with you once again” he declared, and you cringed.
“Wow. I’m gonna dump you right now for saying that” you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.
“Okay–sorry! I’m sorry. I can–I can wait for however long you want, Y/n”
You licked your lips, and he brought your hands to his face, kissing your knuckles.
“Alright. Drop me home. And I want ice cream.”
He smiled, nodding happily, and getting up in an instant.
“Yes!” he exclaimed, and you bit back a smile. He may be a moron, but he was your moron.
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violetsandfluff · 10 months
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Harry Styles Blog Recommendations [list 1]
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HS List 1 | HS List 2
i had and old chain of reblogs with my blog recs on it, but it got hard to navigate. furthermore, others deactivated their accounts or changed their urls. hence the new and improved version. so here you go (; 💐
@a-strange-familiar
@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy
@angelrryslut
@astranva
@atlafan
@avatar-anna
@babyiamperfectforyou
@be-with-me-so-happily
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@enchantedsoulofmine
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theshyspy · 1 year
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you learn to crochet (headcanon) - h. s
a/n: is this inspired by my own inability to crochet?? yes and I’m suffering from it.
I cooked this together in an hour and had a lot of fun so lmk if you’d like more of these🫶🏻
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You refused to tell him what you were making as you came home with yarn and crochet-needles.
He’d told you a few days earlier how he needed a new beanie, and you took the task upon yourself to make him a new one. You’d carefully chosen a colour you knew he’d like and a material that wouldn’t itch.
You never showed him what you were making, always quick to hide it if he came home from the studio early or pause the youtube tutorial if he walked in the room while you watched it.
He almost begged for some sort of clue, impatient to see what you were doing.
But when you actually were done with it…
Glancing at the finished product, you contemplated on whether you could actually give it to him or not. It was obvious that you’d never crochet before, the whole thing oddly shaped and uneven. You actually felt embarrassed at the thought of showing it to him, or anyone for that matter.
But he was so eager, always asking you how it was going and if you needed him to get you more yarn.
So you figured you could give it to him and have it rest nicely in a drawer somewhere.
“Okay, so you don’t have to wear it. But I remember you said you wanted a new one, so I made… this. I don’t know if it even counts as what I was trying to make.” You chuckled nervously as you gave him the small gift.
He was so quick to open it, a grin spreading over his face as he ripped the paper away. He immediately put it on, and you had to stop yourself from cringing at how bad it looked.
“It looks weird, so you should probably still go out and get a new one.”
“Are you kidding me? I love it! I can’t believe you actually took the time to do this for me, that- I love you so much.”
He was so soft for you, heart swelling at the thought of your dedication to make it for him. He adored it and just wanted to wear it all the time, tell everyone how you made it for him.
He leaned down and kissed your forehead before wrapping his arms around your frame. “I really do love it, thank you so much.” 
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zayndrivesmeinvain · 7 months
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The One That Got Away - Part 3
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A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!
Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles
Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?
Word Count: 3.1K
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Alena 
“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop. 
This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun. 
I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties. 
“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on. 
“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours. 
“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young. 
“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger. 
“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now. 
“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure. 
“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.
“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.” 
“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face  expression if not her tone says it all. 
“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”  
Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl. 
Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.
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The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better. 
While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight. 
“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them. 
“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well. 
“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her. 
My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is. 
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The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for? 
-
The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave. 
My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once. 
“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?” 
I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight. 
“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care! 
The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well. 
“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping. 
We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order. 
She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders. 
“What can I get you to drink, babes?” 
“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction. 
“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.” 
“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit. 
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The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night. 
Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder. 
“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot. 
“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined. 
“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.” 
“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later. 
Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings. 
“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light. 
“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable. 
“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink. 
“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.” 
I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub. 
“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet. 
“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on. 
As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark. 
“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.” 
When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter? 
“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”
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s65ns · 1 month
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i need a hug.
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bestfriend!harry x oc (jas) /wattpad link
in which Jas just needs a hug, and who better to give her a hug than her best friend, Harry.
warnings: none.
word count: 1.3k words.
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third person pov.
"I need a hug." was all Jas had to text before Harry quickly situated himself in his car to drive to her house.
He could care less that she lived an hour away or that he would be driving in the pouring rain. His best friend needed him and he was going to be there.
"I'm on my way." Harry sent back before setting off.
It was six o'clock in the evening and the sky was already dark. The drivers on the road were driving like they lost their minds. 
Harry lowered the radio as a means to help him stay focused on the road.
He didn't want to end up in a car accident and have to explain what took him so long to Jas.
Meanwhile, Jas was sitting on her bed, wiping her tears away and smiling to herself. She didn't believe Harry when he said he was coming, but she thought his response was cute.
Jas: thank u stink. can't wait to see you soon. :) she sent back jokingly.
She waited a few minutes for a response, before putting her phone down to make some tea.
Once she had finished making her tea, she checked her phone again. Still no response. 
"Weird..." she thought. Harry was usually a fast responder. Unless he told her that he was going to be busy, he would usually respond within five minutes.
Just then, Jas heard thunder roll outside. She peaked out the patio door to her apartment and saw the pouring rain. 
Jas smiled contently to herself. This was her kind of weather. It was the perfect weather for her to snuggle up with a blanket and read a romance novel.
She quickly dashed over to the couch, pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, and began to read. 
Jas had started reading a new book series called Shatter Me. It is a dystopian thriller with romantic themes so nevertheless, it peaked her interest.
Thirty minutes went by and still no response from Harry. Jas was getting really in to Juliette and Adam's story. Jas could easily relate to the longing to be touched. That's how she felt right now.
She just wanted to be touched. Not in a weird perverted way, but simply the comfort that comes with being held by a loved one was what she yearned for.
An hour had now gone by and Jas still hadn't heard back from Harry. It was unusual to say the least. She was beginning to get worried.
Jas: you okay? Nothing.
Jas: harry? Still nothing.
Jas: come on this isn't funny anymore... Once again, nothing.
Jas got got up and began to pace the floor. The bad weather mixed with the lack of response from Harry was truly beginning to worry her. She knew it was probably just her hormones still being worked up from crying earlier, but she couldn't help the bad feeling hanging over her.
She decided to give Harry a call.
"You've reached the voicemail box of 'Hello, it's Harry-'" Jas was sent straight to voicemail. Now she was really starting to panic. 
It's like when you know your parent(s) are supposed to be home at a certain time, but they're not home yet and you begin to imagine the worst case scenario.
Jas begins to dial Harry's number again. "You've reached the voi-" she hangs up the phone and tries again.
"You've reached the voice-" she hangs up the phone again. Just as Jas is about to dial his number again, a soft rap is heard at the door. She halts in her movement and peers skeptically at the clock.
7:34 PM was blinking back at her. Who was at her door when it was almost eight o'clock at night? Jas rounded the sofa and slowly made her way to the door. She peered through the peephole only to see a mildly wet Harry standing in the hall.
Jas quickly opened the door and gaped at the man in front of her. Harry stood there with a wide grin on his face as he took in her appearance.
"Harry, wha- what are you doing here?" Jas asked. Harry simply stood there and watched her. He looked deep in thought as if calculating his next move. 
Harry licked his lips before stepping towards Jas and wrapping his arms around her. He buried his face in her neck. He let his one arm snake around her waist, and held her tight for he knew that's how she liked to be hugged.
Jas could only stand there in shock, the phone calls since forgotten. Slowly, but surely she came back to reality. She was still reeling over the fact that her best friend had really driven an hour to her house just to give her a hug.
Tears began to well up in her eyes as she returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry exhaled softly while running a hand throw Jas' kinky black hair.
They stood in the doorway like that for a minute, soaking each other in both figuratively and literally.
A shiver ran through Harry's body. Not just because his clothes were damp, but because it felt so surreal being here with Jas.
Jas sniffled and it caught Harry's attention. He pulled back to give her face a one over and make sure she was okay. He placed his hands on her cheek and gently wiped the tears away.
"There's no need to cry, baby. I'm right here." he said with a smile. Jas nodded realizing how ridiculous she probably looked.
"But how? How are you here? My message was just wishful thinking. I mean-" Harry softly shushed Jas' rambling.
"You called and I came. That's all that matters." he said tilting her head up so they could maintain eye contact.
Jas shook her head with a sigh before embracing Harry again. Harry let out a soft chuckle and returned the hug.
He reached out with his foot behind him and kicked the door shut. He then walked them over to the couch all while never letting go of their hug.
Jas giggled as Harry plopped them down on the couch. Jas is the first to let go of the embrace. She sits back and just looks at her best friend.
"You are something else, Harry." Harry shrugs with a soft smile. Jas places her head on Harry's lap. Harry combs through Jas' unruly hair and gives her a head massage. Jas smiles up at him contently. A beat goes by and they enjoy each other's company.
"Hey, listen," Harry begins, "I want you to know that anytime you call for me, I will always do my best to be there. If I can't physically be here with you, I'll try to reach you virtually." Harry continues to play with Jas' hair as he speaks.
"We don't even have to talk about what is bothering you. If me just being here is enough for you, then I will do that."
Once more, tears begin to brim in Jas' eyes.
"Aww, Harry, stop." she whines. "I've cried enough for one night and then you go and say the sweetest things all because I said I needed a hug."
Harry smiles as he leans down and rub their noses together.
"If I could, I'd hug you forever." he whispers. Their eyes run over each other's faces, soaking in each other's features. Harry leaned back knowing if they had stayed like that, he might do something he shouldn't.
You see, Harry has had a crush on Jas for a year or two now. He's watched her go out with men who don't deserve her—Harry's opinion—and have her heartbroken by said men. 
Does it hurt watching the woman you love go out with other people? By all means, but he doesn't let that interfere with the bond they've built so far.
Harry's in it for the long run and if all he can do for now is be a friend that Jas calls up when she needs physical affection then that is exactly what he'll do.
Their eyes never once left each other as Harry leaned back. Jas could visibly see Harry's eyes darkening in shade. She could feel her cheeks burning up at this.
Its moments like these that make the boundaries become blurred lines. Right now, Harry wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss Jas.
And who knows...maybe Jas wanted Harry to kiss her too.
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stellarboystyles · 7 months
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a little something?!
"This is wrong."
He huffs in response, frustrated at the sudden change in morality. Why in the world would she pick NOW to suddenly take the high road?!
"We...we can just wait until after-"
"Does this not feel right to you?" he whips around, the intensity of his eye contact making a sear on the inside of her chest. "Y'just gonna believe anything anyone tells you like it's your own opinion? Of all the shallow people in the world, Violet, I thought I found someone real."
His comment should infuriate her, and it does. But wasting time defending herself in an argument like this solves nothing, he’s just pissed.
He turns around taking a few steps away from her to breathe when she starts in again.
"No! No, that's not what I'm doing."
"I didn't fuckin' ask for this." his index finger jabs his chest twice after storming over to her. "Y'think I did this on purpose? Fell in love with you? Well, I didn't." he throws his hands up in disbelief. "'Cos our lives would be a whole hell of a lot easier if this," he motions between the two of them with his hands. "Wasn't a thing."
She gives a light sigh and a pained expression, but doesn't look at him. She can't.
"If anyone else finds out-"
"They won't." he interrupts. "And if they do, we'll deal with it. I'll deal with it."
He was smoothing her over, she knows. His voice was smooth and calming.
After a situation like this, where so much has happened, you have two options.
Option A, she quits being his stylist. Walks away from everything they've done, everything they've been through. Leaves it all behind to never see him ever again.
Flashbacks of their summer together bleed through her subconscious. Skinny dipping in his pool, finding random places no one else knows about, going on quiet pho dates trying not to be seen, morning sex on the beach.
Or...Option B, she chooses to trust him.
"I know you." he breathes. "I know your heart, your soul."
"So I’m gonna ask you one more time. Do you still want this?"
"Of course I do."
"All I know," he cradles her face in his hands. "Is that this," he leans in, ghosting his lips against hers, barely there. Their chests are pressed together and it takes everything in her not to stumble backwards. "Feels right."
She looks up at him and he kisses her.
It's slow and impassioned, filled with love.
"No one can know-"
He wobbles his head in a jaunty eye roll and a playful smirk. "Until all of this," referencing to the tour. "Is over, I know."
It feels like he's towering over her, but she's in no position to object.
"But if this is wrong?"
His breath on her ear an jaw gives her chills.
"Then I don't want to be right."
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a-strange-familiar · 2 years
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Boyfriend Harry - headcanons(fluff edition)
Summary : just few fluffy and domestic things Harry would do if he is your boyfriend.
Warnings : mention of sexual intimacy and just pure fluff.
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He wakes you up in the morning by peppering kisses all over your face. And he wouldn't care about your morning breath.
He love your boobs a lot . He always finds an excuse to touch them and calls them "my girls".
While you are reading before bed he will come in front of you and spread your legs. And sleep on your tummy , and he will take one of your hands and place in his hair , silently asking to give him a massage.
He will sometimes use your shampoo just because it smells good , mostly because it smells like you.
He will always slap your bum while your passing by him. He loves the sound you make when he pinch your bumwhile you are working.
He will absolutely spoil you. He always insist on buying things with his money. And he always brings you small gifts with out any occasion.
While you both do groceries shopping he always pushes the cart and just walk behind you while you pick items and put them in the cart.
When you go to shopping and buy some cute and sexy dresses and lingerie, he will ask you to do a small fashion show for him in your bedroom.
If you both started watching a series, you HAVE TO watch only together. He would be so pissed and pouty if you watched an episode without him.
He calls you with many different nicknames. Like baby , love , lovie , darling, puppy , baby girl , honey . It's rare to hear him call you by your name.
Loves to see you wearing his clothes. He acts like he is pissed when you steal his clothes but he absolutely loves it.
He will blush hard when you call him pretty boy or give him any compliments. He will practically turn into a tomato.
He loves to suck on your boobs. Even if your not having sex. He just suck on your boobs while he can't sleep at night. And just sleeps like that with your nipple in his mouth sometimes.
He is a Sucker for cockwarimg. He always wants to be close to . He loves how tight and warm you are. And in the morning after waking up you both will have some sleeping sex because he woke up hard.
He is always the small spoon. Even if you both sleep while you being the small spoon , some how or the other he will find a way to be the small spoon by the middle of the night.
He will tell you stories of his childhood before you both go to bed. You both will end up talking like that until ungodly hours.
He loves to cook with you. He loves to goof around the kitchen with you while cooking and he will play music and you both will dance like it's either a ball room or a rock concert.
He will always ask you for kisses. He won't be satisfied if you give him a small peck. He will grab you by waist and kiss you deeply and it will soon turn out in to a full Makeout.
There is no single room or single surface in your house that both didn't have sex on. You both didn't even leave the laundry room.
He will always be proud of you and tell everyone about your achievements . He will brag about it to every one. He is like a proud dad who like to embarrass his kid by telling about them to their relatives.
He will take you to all his favorite palaces in the world and tell you about his previous experience in that place.
He always tell you ' I Love you ' before going to bed.
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Thank you, hope you enjoyed.
Please like and reblog. <3
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littledreamybeth · 2 years
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Bad Dream
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Based on this ask: Hey, love your writing. Absolutely adore it. And I was wondering if you could do imagines about harry having a worst nightmare about y/n leaving him and he gets superrrr scared later when he suddenly wake up he realises it was just a dream but still it felt so real to him he ends up crying which wakes y/n up and she comforts him and they slowly drift back to sleep. Super flufff. Thank you again.  
A/N: I changed a few things here and there and I hope that’s okay! Please don’t send asks at the moment :) Tumblr doesn’t unfortunately show this in the tags please everyone reblog
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“You disgust me, Harry Styles.” she seethed. A dark shadow casted over her normally gentle features, a countenance so intimidating and terrifying, it froze his insides and made him motionless. The way her eyes that used to hold love for him  pierced through his skull, throwing daggers, fire flames at his direction should  usually end him in a pile of pathetic dust, pulverizing him entirely, but he was surprised that he was still whole. His limbs were still attached to his body.
“What are you talking about?” he stammered, bile rising up his throat that he desperately tried keeping in his stomach. The last thing he needed was throwing up in front of her and making himself an utter idiot. “What did I do?”
She laughed while crossing her arms in front of her, a sinister sound echoing in the room Harry had never heard before- he barely knew she had it in her to be this mean. He couldn’t explain where this sudden change of her demeanor and bullying he underwent came from. “What you did? You’re asking me what you did? Haha, I cannot believe it! Open your god-damn eyes, Harry! As if you didn’t know! You’re giving me bunch, if not thousands of reasons to hate you. How come that every time I’m around you I feel nothing but severe emotional and physical pain?”
This couldn’t be. He gave everything and anything to make her happy, he put so much into their relationship, showed her that he loved her, prioritized her, read every single wish from her lips, so what on earth was she talking about for fucks sake?
“I realized there is only so much I can bear. And it has crossed my limits. You no longer are good for me. Never have been. Actually, I hate you. So much!”
Harry choked, as if he was kicked in his guts. She was lying, bluffing. It had to be.
“Y-you don’t mean it.”
“Oh, you bet I do. I should’ve stayed with Andrew, it was a mistake leaving him for a loser like you. I have no idea why I was with you in the first place.” She clicked with her tongue regretfully, as if she lamented the fact she had wasted her time on him whereas she could’ve been with men better than him. As on cue, someone rang the bell, and Harry’s eyes nearly bulged out when he saw who the uninvited guest was. The devil himself- Andrew aka Y/N’s ex.
The young woman ran into her former boyfriend’s his arms, kissing his lips relieved- seeing this transpiring right before him ruined Harry. He just wanted her to take a knife and plunge it into his chest at this point. “I’m glad you here, get me out of this place, I cannot longer bare staying in the same room with this man.” She pointed at him, looking at him as though he was some criminal.
Everything happening afterwards was fast. Y/N asked Andrew to take out her suitcase, which had been fully packed and next to her feet from the very start, out of the apartment. Only with much effort Harry was able to move- he threw himself at her, holding onto her wrist while she dragged him with her.
“Y/N, please, stay with me. Don’t go, I’m begging you, darling! Let’s talk it out!”
She turned on her heels out of a sudden, which caused him to crash against her. And she was not amused by this.
“Get lost, you dipshit, and don’t you ever touch me again! You hear me? Never!” That was like a harsh slap across his face. His hand fell from her wrist, resting against his side. With one last condescending glance, Y/N exited the room, following after her new lover, leaving Harry empty inside. Never had he thought it would end like this.
The door closed with such a powerful bang, it shook the entire apartment. Harry fell down onto the ground. Lost. Defeated. Let down. Nothing made sense at all. Where did things go wrong?
He wrapped his arms around himself, weighing back and forth. The love of his life was gone, and there had been nothing he could do. He screamed, out of despair and sadness. “Y/N!!!!!!!!”
Harry snapped from his dream back to reality with a loud gasp escaping his lips, tossing the bedsheets that used to cover him away to the side and propping himself up on his elbows. It took a few seconds for him to register that he was in his bedroom, on his king-sized bed. His entire body vibrated from the aftershocks of his horrible nightly experience in the dream world, fear and panic taking the upper hand of him. His chest heaved up and down, sweat dripping from every inch of his bronzed skin, even from his scalp down to his neck. He was basically wet everywhere. Breathing became a challenge as his lungs burned in his chest, his heartrate accelerated the more the scenario his subconscious had created appeared again before his eyes. He shook his head repeatedly, trying to erase and get rid of the images haunting and taunting him. She’d been so cold. Full of hatred. Unrecognizable. The person he’d encountered did not resemble his Y/N at all. He’d been scared many times in his life- but not this much. The brunette man couldn’t explain the reason why his brain would create a realistic dream like this as he had never wasted a single thought on losing his girlfriend- it never crossed his mind. Of course, you should never say never as the future was not set in stone, but still, he knew from the bottom of his heart that they were endgame- yes, he felt it deep down, and she was the person he wanted to settle down with someday. He was sure Y/N felt the just the same.
Dread crawled up his throat, wet tears blurring his vision. He tried stifling his sobs with his hand, but once his eyes met the sleeping, innocent beauty next to him, tugged under the sheets and resting easily- he had to convince himself that after the things he’d been through she was still there-, he completely lost it. Relief washed over him like waves, he had the urge to scream, but he didn’t want to wake her up. That’s why he instantly threw himself out of the bed and fled towards the en-suite master bathroom in the dark.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” he mumbled there over and over, splashing his face with cold, fresh water from the mixer tap to loosen up a bit. Every muscle was so tense and uptight. “Everything’s just fine. She’s still there, she’s not gone, it was just a dream, you’re safe… oh god…”
Harry grabbed each side of the washbasin so tightly in desperate need for support and stability that his knuckles turned nearly white. His buckling knees didn’t do a great job in steadying him either. In his head, there was a spiraling mess of emotions that made him dizzy. Although his body should’ve recharged from the sleep he had, the only thing he felt in his bones was fatigue. He looked at his himself in the mirror- pale face, bloodshot, hollow eyes, wrinkles on his forehead full on display, the corner of his lips drawn downwards. Incredible how a single dream made you look like you had aged terribly overnight. No wonder- he was still shaken to the core.    
Deciding on taking a shower to wash off the sweat on his body before he went back to sleep, he pulled down his boxers, and then gathering all his energy, he dragged himself into the shower cabin. He hoped his sorrow and distress would simply flow away with the water, so he cried and cried and cried. Even though he paid attention to not increase his volume, it didn’t totally go unnoticed by his partner, who had woken up as Harry had rushed into the bathroom.
After the young man was done, the pain still present in his chest, he wrapped a bath towel around his lower half, ruffled his hair dry, then finally returning to his bedroom. And what was the first thing he laid his eyes on? His girlfriend- his wonderful, beautiful girl who was now fully awake, sitting patiently against the headboard, looking at him with concern etched on her soft features upon discovering him. The lamp on the nightstand adjacent her being the only source of light illuminated her entirely, just perfectly, encircling her almost like a halo in a way that made you believe she was the one beacon of light saving you from your doom and misery. A stark contrast to the version of the woman he saw in his dream. With a tilt of her head to the side, she said, “I heard you crying under the shower. What’s wrong?”
Harry smiled weakly at her, heading towards the nightstand on his side of the bed, taking out a pair of new boxers and draping them over his legs. “Nothing, love,” he replied, clearly evading her question.  “Let’s go back to sleep.”
But Y/N insisted, sensing something was evidently affecting and bugging him. “Your body language tells me something different, Harry. Come here, my love,” she opened her arms widely, inviting him in. “You know you can talk to me. I want to know what happened.”
Although this gesture was nothing but kind, sweet and caring, with no ill intentions behind it, it still brought back tears in his eyes, because all he could think about was this cursed dream making him suffer, and he was a crying mess again.
Y/N was irritated about the unexpected outburst of her boyfriend, yet it physically hurt seeing him cry. She immediately scooted over to the edge of the bed where he was sat, positioned herself on his lap and slung one arm around his neck whereas the other hand buried itself in his curly locks. “Harry, oh my god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to make you cry, baby.”
She just felt him shake his head left and right, implying a no. “I-it’s n-not y-our f-fault.”
Even though he practically suffocated on his sobs, it was as if he was able to breathe again now that he had Y/N pressed against him. He tightened his grip firmly around her, pushing her towards his front so that not a single space was left empty between them. Feeling her smooth skin against his, smelling the alluring and familiar fragrance of her body lotion, her comforting words whispered into his ear, her hand raking and massaging through his hair- nothing could fill him with more life than this. His love for her was eternal, endless, infinite, and he was so grateful she was here with him right now, that he was not alone dealing with the repercussions of his dream- otherwise he would have lost himself.
Y/N let him cry until his tears ceased and he regained his composure. Harry was still trembling, his voice wavering when he squeezed a “I’m sorry” from his lips, but other than that, he could perfectly communicate with his partner.
“Do you want to share what happened? And please don’t tell me there is nothing- you can’t just cry and make me worry and then say “nothing” when there is clearly something that’s bothering you.”
The young woman gazed at her boyfriend expectantly yet gave him all the time he needed to open up. She intertwined their fingers, smiling at him in encouragement.
“’s stupid. You’re just going to laugh at me.”
“No, absolutely not. It’s not stupid at all if it has made you upset. And you should know me better than that, Harry. I would never laugh at something that has made you cry. I promise.”
Harry sniffled, swallowing hard. “I had a dream. About you. I don’t know what I did wrong, but you just said you hated me, and implied you didn’t want to be with me anymore. The way you looked down on me was terrifying- as if I was a pathetic pile of shit that didn’t deserve your time anymore.”
He paused, inhaling deeply and then breathing out. “Apparently, I crossed your line with the things I did. And those were enough for you to abandon me. You just broke up with me and never looked back when I begged you to stay. And as a cherry on top, you went straight back into the arms of your ex-boyfriend. It was so realistic, Y/N. For a second, I thought it was real. That I lost you forever. I never had dreams like this. Either I don’t dream at all, or they’re just weird scenarios, fun and games. Anyway, the last thing I can remember is tumbling on the ground, dramatically screaming your name. That was so bizarre in itself. You know these exaggerated and overdone screams in movies? It was like that. Then I woke up.”
Now that he was done telling his story, he bashfully chuckled. “Sounds crazy, right?”
“The only crazy thing about it is me taking back my ex.” Y/N commented, rolling her eyes. “As if I would stoop so low and do that. Hello? He cheated on me.”
She gently placed his hands on his flushed cheeks, running her thumbs soothingly over them, her eyes beaming at him.
“But no, Harry. Nothing you’ve told me is either stupid or crazy. It just shows me how much I mean to you, and judging by your reaction, I have all the rights thinking so. Besides, dreams are phenomena with no actual meanings whatsoever. They’re nonsense. Just because I dumped you in your dream, doesn’t mean it’ll really happen, so don’t worry, okay?”
He nodded. His shy expression slightly changed, he gazed up at her imploringly.
“Don’t leave me, Y/N. Ever. You can’t. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You’re my compass navigating me through life.”
“Aww, honey! Leaving? And letting go of the most caring, loving and talented man that carries me on his hands? Nope- I don’t think so! You’re stuck with my annoying ass for a veeery long time. I can assure you that!”
The laughter following her statement filled his heart with so much joy.
“Your ass is not annoying,” Harry said. “Your ass is cute.” He gave her behind a tender slap, which made them both giggle. Then he earnestly gazed into her orbs, the white of his eyes still red from crying but it didn’t let him appear less attractive, no- he looked divine as usual, sincerely blurting out, “I love you, Y/N. I love you to the moon and back. Sounds cheesy, but it’s the truth.”
“I know you do, even if you don’t tell me, I feel it in the minuscule things you do for me. And as we’re doing cheesy things, let me show you that I am…” She plastered her lips against his forehead, giving him a kiss. “Incredibly…” then kissed his both of his cheeks, “crazily…”, the slope of his nose “in love..”, his chin “with…”, and finally her lips landed on his luscious ones, sealing them into a passionate confession of love, “you…”.
Let’s say the next dream Harry had after that incident was the one of his beloved Y/N telling some douchebag she used to date to fuck off because she already had the man she needed, and he couldn’t be prouder of her.
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justmeinatree · 9 months
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So Bright Sometimes
Summary : Part 2 to Step Into The Light … harry’s wish comes true.
TW : smut
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you were now sitting in the green room, all of the dancers sitting around, some eating snacks, almost everyone on their phones, completely ignoring each other. 
you were all waiting for the okay to leave, the director wanting to check over a few shots to make sure everything was perfect before sending anyone home.
a young man steps into the large room, a few people looking up expectantly, hoping to be get the go ahead to get out of here.
“which one of you is y/n ?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear, making you get up and make your way towards him. 
you weren’t formally introduced to him today, but you definitely recognize him. he must be harry’s PA, as you’ve seen him bring water, towels, snacks, even a hair clip at some point.
by the time you reach him, everyone’s back to their phones, not caring about your interaction at all.
“hey,” you smile warmly, not thinking much of why he was here for you. “do they need more shots ?”
“no, i just have a message for you,” he smiles just as politely, handing you a note and heading out without so much as another word.
you open the folded piece of paper, reading the words quickly scratched onto it. 
still dripping ?
come to my dressing room.
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and fuck, you hadn’t thought about it since you walked away from him, hours ago now. assuming you had to shove that encounter to the depths of your brain in an effort to protect your sanity. but the words he’s written down send a pool of heat into the pit of your stomach.
with one more quick glance around, to confirm that no one is paying too much attention, you head out of the green room, in search for harry’s dressing room.
you walk down the long hallway, taking note of the signs on the doors as you pass. green room 2. women’s bathroom. janitor’s closet. men’s bathroom. green room 3. equipment storage. then finally, a computer printed paper with the words harry styles - dressing room.
you take a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself. because really, this is high up on the crazier things you’ve done. you shake off the nerves, your knuckles rasping against the door.
a moment later, the door is creaking open, harry standing on the other side, smiling cheekily as he notices you.
“i take it my message was delivered ?” he chuckles, ushering you in, and closing the door behind you. 
“it was indeed,” you giggle, feeling a wave of nervousness. you weren’t exactly sure what was okay for you to do.
harry steps towards you, standing in front of you, his hands hovering by your hips, “can i still touch ?”
“yeah,” you breathe out, nodding at him, as you tilt your head back to make eye contact with him. 
during the video shoot, you couldn’t let yourself think too much about it. but now that you’re alone with him, and you’re really letting yourself look at him, you take in how gorgeous he is. 
harry had changed into some faded blue jeans, and a thin white tshirt, dark splotches visible where tattoos litter his torso. his lips are parted slightly, tongue poking out to lick them.
his hands make contact with your hips, over your shirt so as not to push any boundaries, his eyes locked on yours, “i’ve never really done anything like this.”
“why me then ?” you ask softly, curious as to how on earth you’re the person he meets, that breaks his rule.
“because you’re the first person that makes me achingly hard during a video shoot,” he hums, fingers squeezing on your hips. “and you’re the first person that’s honestly made me contemplate dropping to my knees, opening my mouth, and waiting for you to drip on my tongue.”
a small whimper leaves your chest, hands gripping into harry’s shirt, over his pecks. his eyes rake over yours, watching the effect he has on you.
he drops his head forward, nose rubbing up against yours as he speaks quietly, “will you let me ?”
“let you what ?” you ask, just as quietly, eyebrows furrowing slightly, lips chasing after his.
harry pulls away just slightly, not letting your lips connect quite yet, tutting at you playfully. “easy tiger,” he hums, one hand raking up your body, fingertips gliding over your hip, the dip in your waist, ribs, stopping right under the swell of your breast, teasing touches making you quiver. 
“what do you want, harry ?” you ask, desperate for anything. anything he can think of. anything he wants to ask of you. right now, it’s an automatic yes. you wanted him. you were entranced by him. 
he hums, thoughtfully, his nose dragging down the side of your cheek, lips randomly peppering soft kisses as he makes his way to your ear. “want you to let me get on my knees for you,” he whispers, lips trailing over the shell of your ear. “want you to drip right into my fuckin mouth,” he adds, biting into your earlobe and tugging on it.
you whimper louder this time, unable to hold it down, as your head tilts back, displaying your neck to him. silently asking for more.
“look at you,” harry groans, his hand gliding over the underside of your breast, traveling up your sternum to rest on the side of your neck, thumb stroking over the column of your throat.
harry peppers soft, sucking kisses into the other side of your neck, murmuring, “fuckin exposing yourself to a stranger. so needy for it aren’t you, darling ? can’t fuckin wait to fix that.”
“fuck, harry, please let me kiss you,” you whine, gripping into his hair and tugging as hard as you can, trying to pull his head out of your neck.
it elicits a loud, breathy moan from harry, his lips crashing onto yours in a heated, needy kiss. both of you have teased each other to no end throughout the day. there was no time to waste now that you could finally give in to temptation. it was all tongue and teeth and uncoordinated bliss as you finally felt each other the way you were both dreaming about.
harry quickly drops to his knees, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs, helping you step out of them. he admires the large wet spot on your panties, his fingertip reaching out to lightly rub over it.
the teasing touches are making your head spin, the heat in your lower stomach growing more and more, your arousal fogging your brain.
“can i see you darling,” harry asks, fingers dancing along the edge of your panties, in your inner thigh.
“please harry, please,” you groan, hips bucking, searching for any kind of friction, your pussy aching.
he pushes your panties aside, eyes meeting your bare cunt, a string of arousal connecting your folds to the panties he’s holding to the side.
his other hand urges your thighs apart, watching you spread for him, eyes raking in your sopping, swollen cunt, “christ darling, you’re so fucking wet for me.” his fingers reach out, stopping just a hair’s width from actually making contact with you. “can i touch you ?”
you can feel the presence of his fingers without actually feeling him, and your brain is going numb. you needed to feel him. “harry please just fucking do something,” you beg quietly, needily.
the permission you grant him, unfortunately doesn’t give you everything you’d hoped and wanted. his touches are so gentle, barely any pressure, as his fingertip tease your entrance, watching the fluttering of your cunt, arousal pooling more and more.
“fuck, please harry, i need more,” you whine breathily, hands starting to tremble as you reach out for his hair, trying to move him closer to your cunt.
“not yet,” he shakes his head, despite the death grip you have on him, he’s quite stronger than you. “you’re going to give me what i want. i promise it’ll be worth it, sweetheart,” he hums, eyes locking with yours, making the heat pool even more in your centre.
harry’s eyes roam over your body, making their way back down to your pussy, smirking as he pulls his fingers away, watching your arousal drip beneath you.
“that’s it, darling. knew you could be so good for me,” he groans, positioning himself closer to you, lowering himself with his mouth open, tongue sticking out. 
he watches as your pussy clenches, your body absolutely reeling at what he’s doing. what he’s making you feel, while barely having touched you. he watches as your cunt drips, tongue darting out to catch it.
harry moans, finally getting a taste at you. he’s instantly addicted. instantly needs more.
his tongue darts out again, colliding with your heat, lapping up your juices, tongue digging into you to scoop out as much of your sweet nectar as he can.
he moans loudly, the sweetness of you overwhelming his taste buds, gripping onto your hips and thighs to hold you steady.
your body jolts, not expecting him to flip like a switch. from barely noticeable touches to full on slurping from your cunt, your brain takes a moment to catch up. 
your knees buck, loud moan leaving you as your body finally gets some much needed relief.
harry’s hands on your hips help to hold you up, pulling away from your pussy to stand up, walking you backwards towards a couch. “sit sweetheart, you’ll be more comfortable,” he smiles at you, dropping back down to his knees.
his mouth doesn’t make contact again, as you were expecting. his fingers, instead, reaching out to explore your folds. his middle and ring finger pairing up, roaming up and down over your entrance, adding more and more pressure. 
eventually his fingertips breach your centre, as a loud whimpery breath overtakes you, head falling back against the couch. 
harry works his fingers in deeper, admiring as your cunt willingly sucks them in, desperate for anything he’s tempted to give you.
once he falls onto the spongey spot inside you, he watches your thighs try to clamp shut on his wrist. “no,” he groans, prying your legs apart. “let me make you feel good.”
his fingers keep working a steady rhythm over your sweet spot, thumb beginning to stroke over your clit. 
your eyes roll back, body shivering, as you’re an absolute moaning mess. no one’s ever simultaneously found both your most sensitive spots before. he knew what he was doing to you, that much was clear.
harry adds pressure to both your swollen button, and sweet spot, clamping them together between his fingers.
the air is knocked out of you, harry rolling his fingers together, as you gasp to take a breath, body shaking.
your entire body was on fire, skin prickling, you were burning up. you couldn’t catch your breath, all of your senses on overdrive. it felt like your soul was trying to scratch its way out of your body to escape the stinging, burning, hell that is the current state of your skin.
“c’mon, know you can do it. know you’re feeling so good right now. let go for me, darling,” harry mumbles into your skin, kissing over your inner thighs.
your fingers grip into his hair again, needing something to anchor yourself to, as your orgasm rips through your body, tearing you apart, leaving you in shreds.
erratic breathing, quivering body, overheated skin, throat raw from all the moaning, lungs burning from the gasping breaths. it was everything you needed. ever bit of relief you were craving. and more.
harry slowly dropped his grip on your heat, pulling his fingers away, dragging them up your body to slip past your lips.
you moan again, loving an opportunity to taste your cum, tongue swirling around his fingers, flicking over the tip, lapping at the underside, just as you imagine doing to his cock.
“such a pretty mouth,” harry coos, having picked himself up off the ground, looming over you, feeling what your tongue has to offer.
“gonna let me taste you now ?” you ask, a smirk playing at your lips, sucking his fingers back in, moaning as you work over them.
“get on your fuckin knees,” he grumbles, gripping into your hair, tugging you off the couch, taking your spot for himself, as he shimmies out of his pants.
you position yourself between his knees, biting on your lip, as you look up at him through your lashes, hand palming over the tent in his briefs.
“how much will you let me do ?” you ask, your tongue swiping over his clothed cock.
“m’all yours sweets,” he smiles breathily. “wanna feel all the talent that mouth has to offer.”
“good answer,” you smirk. “because i love putting my tongue inside people too.”
Part 3
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Masterlist
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stylesmygucci · 2 years
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-𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 || 𝐇.𝐒
Pairing: best friend!harry x reader
Content warning: fluff, talks of Fiancé’s and Ex’s & love
Word count: 2k
A/n: guess how long I’ve had this puppy in my drafts? ok but i never give my one-shots part two’s but I’m thinking ab it… I really like it… enjoy:) masterlist
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Sex, talk, heartbreak, clogs. All a part of the most exotic parties— ones Harry threw at least.
We were three hours in; sweat drenched our hairline and underarm’s, tequila was starting to taste like water, and the weird party lights we had since god-knows-when made me dizzy until I was nauseous.
The guest bathroom was shut, moans leaking through the creaks under the door. I hated bathroom hoggers. The only restroom left in this little home was the one in Harry’s room. It was kept locked so Harry wouldn’t get infested with crabs.
It was one of those locks that could be opened by a penny, or the tip of an acrylic nail.
Every ounce of food and liquid I consumed was huddling at the tip of my tongue. I nearly missed the toilet (I halfway did).
“You’re cleaning that up tomorrow.”
I pulled away from the toilet with a blazing throat and mouth that tasted like bad dip. My head spun so much I couldn’t focus on the voice.
I’m going crazy.
The shower curtains shook open. I turned and caught Harry’s lopsided smile— the dimpled one that never failed to make my stomach bubble (in a good way).
“Why are you hiding in there?” I asked, letting the weight of my head naively rest on the toilet seat.
He huffed through his mouth. Then, I saw right past his facade.
Sarah guessed three shots, Mitch guessed two, I guessed 12 AM. The answers didn’t match, but I figured it would take time to let something devastating sink in rather than drinks. We made a bet on when the high of the party would go down and he was faced with the fact that his fiancé was now his ex-fiancé.
“Too many people.” He grumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt.
The toilet flushed and I was back on my feet throwing a towel on the puked bit of floor before making my way over the tub.
“You don’t fit.” He half-groaned, half-laughed.
“I’ll make myself fit.” I snuggled myself between his crossed legs and the cold tile beside the faucet. It was a tight space, but he was thin enough for us to both fit. Uncomfortably, that is.
“You look like you had fun.” He said.
“Hm, what gave it away?” I sighed, closing my eyes to relieve myself of the nausea that was coming back.
“You haven’t puked like that since we were teenagers.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. We had the bright idea of going to this popular’s girl party in year 11. We left drunk, and in so much trouble. One of the cops that caught us just happened to be our neighbor and drove us home without punishment.
Our mums didn’t hold back, though. I threw up my guts the next morning; as if that didn’t make me feel horrible enough, Harry had to watch as punishment, with Anne giving us a well-worded lecture about how disappointed she was and how she hopes we learn from our mistakes.
It only took us a couple tries.
“I still feel horrible about that night.” I wipe a tear away, stomach aching from laughter.
“It was very traumatizing. I thought I saw you threw up blood.”
“It was hot Cheetos.” I laughed hard, and so did he.
I closed my eyes for just a second to let myself breath. But he patted my knees.
“How’re you holding up, with the-“
“The ex-boyfriend thing?”
“Yeah…”
“Better…” I could sense that Anne ‘that’s a lie’ look he gained as he got older, so I shortened the lie and laughed, “Not so well.”
One of those laughs that reveals how hurt you are before you burst into tears.
I hated myself for leaving Him with so much power over my emotions. But it’s hard to move on from someone you saw everyday, made love to every other day, and told your secrets to because you trusted them.
Trust is a silly thing. Just as love.
Harry would know.
My face grew warm, and wet. Harry rubbed my knee, comfortingly. He knew this pain, this territory. But never were we both in the same state, disregarding our feelings to take care of one another. It felt foreign and I started to feel useless.
I hated that my heart hurt while his heart hurt, but maybe in a way, it’ll bring us closer together.
He sniffled. “God, I hate when you cry. It makes me cry.”
I opened my eyes to catch him wiping his tears. Then, I found myself crying more for afflicting my pain on him. Fuck drunk minds, and fuck stupid exes.
“Harry, don’t cry.” I whined.
He groaned before rubbing his eyes.
“Come on,” he patted my knee again, straightening himself in his spot to get up. He sniffled once more before he stepped over and offered me his hand. I stared at it, blearily. “Come on.” He said again.
Then I took his hand and stood a little too fast for my head. He held my hips in place until I gained balance.
“Don’t slip, you knob.” He laughed. He took one of my arms over his shoulders and led us the small patio outside his room.
There weren’t many people outside. Maybe a couple smoking a joint or two, converting in quiet voices.
“You think you’ll be able to climb up.” He pointed to the latter at the side of his house. If I hadn’t gone up there so many times before, drunk me would deny, but instead she gave me a boost of confidence.
“Psh! Yeah!”
He stared at me with his eyes wide. Even I heard my loud slurred words.
“We can stay-“
“Just hold my bum up, Harry.” I said, already making my way to the third step.
He gripped onto my waist firmly. All of a sudden I thought of all those times I’ve been touched on the waist; sexually, comfortingly. His hands felt hot, like they could burn a hole into my skin.
“Did you change your mind?” He says.
I looked at my spot on the latter, frozen still, then I shake my head.
I continued step after step, Harry’s grip getting looser and lower as I climbed higher.
Just hold my bum up, Harry.
Finally, I made at the very top and the weed stench was wary from here. Carefully, I roamed the top. Random tools and one of Harry’s old fisherman hats were up here.
“When was the last time you came up here?” I asked.
The latter wobbled some more before he responded with a grunt. “Erm, about three months I think.”
I could tell. The blue was turning brown and some of it was covered in bird turd. If anything it looked like it had been up here for years.
“Shit, that’s where my lucky hat went.”
He picked it up and for a second I thought he was going to put it on his head.
“Please don’t put it on.”
And for a second I couldn’t believe I doubted him.
He put it over his head and turned to look at me with a happy smile.
“You didn’t even smell it. You’ll have lice!”
He laughed and took it off to give it a whiff. Immediately, his face scrunched in regret.
“Oh god, that is-“
“Gross?”
He laughed hard enough to almost fall to his knees.
He opened his eyes to look at me with a peak of mischief. “You wanna smell it?”
“Absolutely not.” I slowly inched away.
“Just take a whiff, love.” He tilted it towards me.
“No, Harry.”
I eyed the hat as he grew closer and closer to me.
“I’m not kidding when I say I’ll murder you in cold blood, Harry.”
“You would do no such thing!” He whined.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
With a blink of my eye, he took his chance. I tried to run past him but he was too fast.
He wrapped his arm around me and waved the hat in my face. I gagged, inhaling every bit of sour, wretched, sweat infused scent of it.
“YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!”
“Plead for mercy!” He shouted deliberately.
“I plead! I plead!”
He laughed and let me go. Once the horrifying smell withered away, I joined him and tried to laugh the trauma away.
Harry threw the hat over the balcony. I laid flat on the floor to try and catch my rugged, chest-burning breaths. I got to catch a glimpse of the moon too.
“Plead for mercy?” I ask.
“Year 5, remember?” He joined me on the floor.
My mind goes back to a 10 year old Harry and a group of 5 other girls wearing head wigs and role playing as the Supreme Court. It was a sick experiment our teacher did for English. We had to defend our essay thesis’s like they were going to get executed.
Mine got executed but Harry made a scene in front of the other girls to defend me. Then one of them got fed up and stood, screaming “plead for mercy! Plead!” Panically, I did what she said. Harry made light of it by repeating it every time he could, and since then it’s always made me laugh.
“I remember. I just haven’t heard that in a while.”
“We use it all the time…” he pauses, “at least we used to.” His laugh grows faint.
It’s always like this. We get partners and slowly fade from each other, give the attention we gave to each other to them. Never the less, none of them deserved it.
“I missed you, Harry.”
We saw each other nearly everyday, but he knows what I mean. It’s never the same as it was when we were kids.
“I missed you too, Y/n.”
I turn to my side and he already has his head turned to me. I think about every memory since we were fifteen: every crush I thought I had, every boyfriend I thought I loved… I think and I think. And I don’t think I ever truly felt for them how strongly I ever felt towards Harry.
Staring at him,— the wrinkles he’s grown with age, the features that enhanced over the years; his nose, his eyes, his hair, his cheeks, his mouth— I think.
I think I’m too scared to admit what I feel… because I’ve never thought so deeply about it. I’ve never allowed myself to.
I look back at his eyes and they shrink as he smiles.
“I can see the moon in your eyes.” He says.
I take in the way he said it and realize how much I love it when he speaks.
“Do you see how much I love you?” My drunk mind voices, I know it this time because I can hear it. I can hear the hint of eagerness and pathetic validation falling from the tip of my tongue.
He nods without hesitation.
“Do you see it in mine?” He says. I look into them and get sucked in. I want to kiss him, but I don’t. I want to hug him, but I don’t. I’m still; frozen.
I do see it, Harry.
“Harry-“ I say, and he scoots closer like he’s ready to listen. I’m scared he’s close enough to hear my heart now and how loudly it bangs against my chest; how fast it’s talking like it’ll never shut up.
It doesn’t shut up.
Unfortunately, it speaks.
“I’ll never love anyone like I love you, Harry.” I say. “It’s scary, but you’re the one person I don’t think I could ever stop loving, Harry. You’re the light of my life…” I hesitate, but my heart speaks again, “the love of my life.”
Then, my heart shuts up. Like the words were a release.
He smiles. He leans forward the tiniest bit and meets his forehead with mine.
“Can I scare you a little more?” He says. I don’t respond. “I think you’re mine too. I think you have been for a very long time, Y/n.”
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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 8 months
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The Divorce: Part II
Word Count: ~3k
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex
Read Part I here
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“What does winning the case even mean? How do you win a divorce?” Lauren asked Y/N confusedly. The small cafe was basically empty as the two women sat across from each other, talking in quiet voices. 
“I’m not exactly sure. I think he just means that he leaves the relationship with everything he wants to keep. I’ll try and ask next time I see him, but he doesn’t usually let me get a word in. The man loves the sound of his own voice.” Y/N grinned as Lauren laughed at her description of the CEO. 
“I can’t believe he wants you to go out on a date with him. He literally just got out of a relationship… he moves quickly.”
“It’s not a date! Is it? It’s just a congratulatory lunch right? Right?”
“If you say so Y/N.” Lauren giggled at the bright colour of Y/N’s cheeks as she came to the realisation that Mr Styles possibly wanted to go on a date with her. 
“I don’t know what it is,” Lauren continued. “But I do know that he had a reputation before he got married.”
“What kind of reputation?”
“He was a no relationship kind of guy. He would fuck women, normally not more than once, before moving onto the next one. It’s why the media went wild trying to figure out what made Sofia different. No one knows why he gave up his lifestyle for her. Just… be careful Y/N. I don’t think you know what you could be getting yourself into.”
Y/N opened her mouth to respond as her phone buzzed.
Unknown: How’s the case coming along?
Y/N looked quizzically at the text from the unknown number. After a few moments she realised there was only one person it could be from.
Y/N: Mr Styles, how did you get my number?
Y/N: The case is fine, but you do know that I’m only assisting on this right?
“Is that him?” Lauren asked. Y/N nodded sheepishly.
Harry Styles: I have my ways.
Harry Styles: Yes Miss Williams, I’m aware that you’re an assistant. I just prefer talking to over Robert.
“Ask him what he means by “win the case.” Lauren urged. Y/N shook her head at her friends eagerness before typing out a message.
Y/N: Well since I have your number now, can I ask a question?
Harry Styles: Ask away darling.
Y/N ignored the flutter of butterflies in her stomach at the nickname. 
Y/N: What exactly constitutes as winning the case for you?
Mr Styles: If I manage to keep our house, I count that as a win. I don’t care about anything else materialistic. Just the house.
Y/N: How come?
She watched as the 3 dots indicating he was typing appeared and then disappeared. After waiting, Y/N realised she wasn’t going to get a response. 
“It’s probably something super sentimental. Which is strange. I didn’t take him as the sentimental type.” Lauren mused, reading over Y/N’s shoulder. 
“Neither did I. But I’ve only met him once. I don’t know him at all really.” 
The topic changed after that and Y/N finished her latte, bidding Lauren a quick goodbye before heading to the office for the day. 
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Sofia Styles, was quite possibly the most beautiful woman Y/N had ever seen. Cascading brown curls sat perfectly below her shoulders and crystal blue eyes made her look like she’d walked straight off a runway. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr Styles stiffen as his ex-wife walked into the room accompanied by her legal representation. 
“Sofia thank you for joining us. We’re aware that this is a difficult process for yourself and Mr Styles so we’re hoping to make this quick and easy for the both of you.” Robert smiled as warmly as he could in an attempt to diffuse the tension in the room. 
“You can address me as Mrs Styles. It’s still my name.” Sofia sniffed and Y/N refrained from rolling her eyes. 
“Not for long.” Mr Styles bit out. Sofia seemed slightly taken aback by his tone, and her eyes glistened for a moment before she blinked the forming tears away. 
“Is everyone ready to begin?” Robert asked. After receiving, albeit disgruntled nods, they began dividing everything. 
Y/N quickly realised that Mr Styles stayed true to his word. He had meant it when he said all he wanted was their house. He offered everything over to Sofia, their dogs, two of their cars, their holiday home in Italy and the small apartment in Paris. 
“And now for the house Mr Styles currently resides in. It’s my impression you purchased this home before you met Sofia?” Robert asked. 
“You could say that.” 
Y/N raised her brows at the vague response, but one look at Mr Styles’ face told her that now was not the time for questions. 
“Mr Styles has requested the house return fully in his name although Sofia’s name was added to the lease after they were married. Do we have an agreement from both parties?” Robert looked in between the ex couple warily. 
“Hold on I don’t think-“ Sofia started to protest. 
“Sofia. Please. You know how much that place means to me. I can’t lose it.” 
Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the hardened man beside her plead with his ex-wife. What was it about this house that was so special?
“Please.” He said again. 
Sofia’s gaze softened slightly before she nodded once. Robert exhaled quietly at the agreement, rapidly pulling out papers for both of them to sign. Once everything was done, Sofia stood, gathering her things. She walked around the table to where Mr Styles sat beside Y/N and squeezed his shoulder. He flinched slightly at the contact, and at this, she removed her hand. 
“I’m sorry Harry. I really am. I want you to know that I loved you with my whole soul for a time.” Sofia said.
She waited for a few moments and when it became apparent that she wasn’t going to get a response, Sofia turned and left, her lawyer hot on her heels. Mr Styles had taken an apparent interest on the going ons outside the window, gripping the arm of his chair tightly. Robert gathered his papers and motioned silently for Y/N to talk to him, leaving her alone in the room with him. 
“Mr Styles? Are you alright?” Y/N asked softly, placing a hand where Sofia’s had been. Only this time he didn’t flinch. 
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be. I got what I wanted.” He removed his gaze from the window and looked Y/N in the eye. The eye contact made her slightly uncomfortable but she held his stare. 
“Well… it would be understandable if you weren’t fine. Sofia was a big part of your life.”
“And now she’s gone. I told you, everyone leaves eventually. Or I push them away. It was bound to happen and I’m ok with it.”
“If you ever need to talk about it I-“
“I said I was fine Miss Williams. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Come on, we’re going to be late to lunch.” He stood abruptly, buttoning his jacket and opening the door for her. 
“Lunch? Now?”
“You agreed to come to lunch with me if we won. We won, hence the reason I’m taking you out for lunch. We have things to discuss.” 
“Mr Styles I don’t really have time for this right now. Perhaps another time?” Y/N waited with bated breath for his response. 
“Let’s go. There’s a car downstairs.” He continued as if he hadn’t heard her. Y/N sighed, following him into the waiting vehicle. 
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Just… be careful Y/N. I don’t think you know what you could be getting yourself into.”
Lauren’s words echoed in her head as Y/N sat across from the rather intimidating CEO, picking at the pasta he had ordered for her. 
It had been a rather quiet affair since they had arrived at the restaurant and the silence was killing her. Y/N lifted her glass of water to her lips as Mr Styles finally opened his mouth to speak. 
“Have you ever thought about being a submissive, Miss Williams?”
Y/N choked on her glass of water, spluttering and coughing for a good while as Mr Styles watched, offering her a napkin, an impassive look on his face. 
“Excuse me?” 
“You heard me. I asked whether you’d ever thought about being a submissive. Personally, I think you’d be quite good at it.” He continued to stare at her, but a small smirk appeared on his face at her disbelief. 
“I’m not quite sure what you’re asking me or trying to suggest Mr Styles.” Y/N’s cheeks were flaming. She obviously found him extremely attractive (she did think his attitude could use some work) but this was ridiculous. This was a professional lunch! Or so she had thought.
“I’m wondering whether you would consider being my submissive. Surely you know what it is to crave a release so strong it has you thinking about it for days. Many things at the office are out of my control as much as I would like to say otherwise. For me, the bedroom is the one place I can know for sure that I’m in control and know that my partner is willing to give up their control to me. I need a distraction for a while; someone I can rely on to be there when I need them. It would be mutually beneficial of course. I’m told I’m quite a natural when it comes to that department.” His smirk widened, but there was something else in his eyes. Desire.
“I find you quite attractive Miss Williams. I have since the day you walked into my office all flustered. Having someone I can take to events would also be helpful so as to dissuade women who have recently heard of my divorce from making a move.” 
“So you want to own me. That’s what you’re saying.” Y/N finally found her voice.
“No. Well. Not completely. We could go somewhere more private for me to explain all the details.”
“You’re crazy.” Y/N pushed her chair back, ready to stand and leave but he grabbed her wrist. 
“Possibly. But deep down, I think a small part of you is curious. When was the last time someone touched you in a way that had you craving more? Ever wonder what it’s like to be tied up and letting someone else be in complete control of your pleasure? Have you ever had a guy make you come more than once? Or at all? I bet all this talk is making you wet isn’t it sweetheart?” 
Y/N heart fell to her ass at the way he called her sweetheart in that delectable accent of his. She had to admit he was right. Everything he was talking about had her clenching her thighs, craving a release. But what he was proposing was madness. 
“This is ridiculous. You’re ridiculous. You just got out of a marriage for god’s sake Harry.” Y/N didn’t miss the way he grinned at the way she finally used his first name. 
“Just… think about it.” Harry said, still holding her arm. 
“I have to go. Thank you for lunch Mr Styles, I appreciate it.” She wrenched her wrist out of his grip as she left the restaurant. She knew he had let her leave, if he had really wanted her to stay she knew her strength would have been no comparison to his. 
“Holy shit.” Y/N muttered to herself as she called a cab. When she had agreed to lunch she hadn’t known it would turn into this. 
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Y/N’s head was spinning. It had been three days since Harry’s proposal and all she could think about was him. He had been radio silent and Y/N didn’t know what to make of it. She couldn’t be considering it… could she?
She had so many questions. Many of which she had typed out in a text to Harry himself, deleting them before she could press send. On this particular night, Y/N was quite a few glasses in to the bottle of red wine sitting on her coffee table as The Notebook played in the background. 
She was, once again typing out a text to Harry that she had no intention of sending.
Y/N: If I was to agree to this, you’re telling me you’d be using me for sex and as arm candy?
Reaching over to refill her glass, she groaned in frustration, as her phone slipped from her hand into the couch cushions. Y/N fumbled around blindly as she pulled it out, eyes widening at the delivered sign underneath her message. 
“Holy fucking shit.” Y/N whispered to herself as the delivered sign changed to read. She waited a beat. Then two. She sighed in slight relief as the three dots indicating a response were no where to be found. 
Then her phone started ringing.
Incoming call: Harry Styles
Y/N swiped across the screen with her eyes half closed as she tried to decline the call. The ringing stopped and she exhaled in relief. 
“Thank fuck.” She said outloud. “I did NOT want to talk to him tonight.”
“Talk to who?” The familiar low tones of his voice rumbled through her phone. 
Y/N was silent. She couldn’t believe she was this stupid.
“Miss Williams? Are you there?” Y/N could practically hear his smirk over the phone. 
“… Yes.” She mumbled out. 
“So it seems you’re considering my offer after all.” 
A/N: HiiI!!! I didn't expect to get another part out so soon but I'm so excited to hear your thoughts! What do you guys think is the reason Harry is so attached to the house? Are you liking the story so far? Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!
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harryhoney-bee · 2 years
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Lucky charm - love on tour!h
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Summary: Dom!h tells reader to take his fingers out with her mouth and things get steamy. Reader ends up squirting and getting sad because it's a mess all over the place.
Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, unprotected sex, subspace, and aftercare.
Word count: 4k
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Everybody who watched Harry on stage would have thought he was the most extroverted and relaxed person in the world, by the way, he interacted with his fans in such a casual and friendly way, but oh were those people wrong.
Harry was actually very shy and kept to himself when he was in a big group of people, only talking when he had something meaningful and funny to say. He was also rather anxious, but he always found a way to mask it with his charming personality.
The only one who truly knew this part of Harry was Y/n, close friends, and family, but Y/n still got a bit of privilege when it came to really perceiving Harry as he was. He showed her a part of him he had never shown anyone before.
Harry liked to be dominant, not only in a sexual way, he liked to bring his dominance into their day-to-day life. He first told Y/n that when they were 4 months into dating and he realized she had a lot of submissive aspects on her personality, that's when their dom/sub relationship started.
Of course, they weren’t in sub and dom mode 24/7, there were weeks when they were only Harry and Y/n, but there were also times that Y/n wasn’t even allowed to call Harry anything but “sir”.
Tonight was one of those days.
Jenny was finishing her show while Harry and Y/n were in the dressing room backstage, the man was manspreading on the black leather couch, wearing his lilac outfit while the girl was kneeling on the ground right in front of him, just liked he asked, her head was placed on one of his thighs, eyes closed while her stroke her head.
Harry was nervous because of the show, sometimes he would get into his own head and let his irrational side take over, that’s when he knew he needed to be in control of something, someone. Good thing his good girl was always so caring and obedient, she got on her knees seconds after he asked her to.
He moved his hand from her head to her face, pressing his thumb against her lips until she stuck her tongue out, his thumb quickly laid on the soft surface. Harry watched as her mouth closed around his fingers and she began sucking his tongue gently, there wasn’t any greed about it, just tender affection.
“Feeling good, puppy?” He asked as he began unbuttoning his trousers, not wanting to feel the annoying pressure the pants were causing on his belly. “You’ve been so good today, what happened? Normally you would’ve thrown two fits by now.”
She took his thumb out of her mouth, but still held his hand on her own, making sure he wouldn’t go away. “Nothing, just know you need me at my best behavior today,” she explained softly, squeezing her cheek against his thigh. “I can see you are stressed.”
“Good little puppy,” he said, smirking. “That’s true, the end of tours are also tiring, good thing I have you, right? So helpful all the time, always here to help me distress.”
He carelessly pressed his hips against her face, making her notice the nice bulge hugged by the fabric of his trousers. “Fuck, I'm hard, why don’t you suck me a bit?” Harry asked, petting her cheek as she nodded in affirmation
He lifted his hips, helping her put his pants down so he was only wearing his black boxers, the shape of his cock very prominent, part of the underwear's material was already wet with pre-cum. She kissed his shaft, before looking up to him, a silent way to ask if she was allowed to begin.
“Actually, I want you to help me with something else first,” he said unexpectedly, showing his hand to her. “Take my rings out, yeah? Don’t feel like wearing them today.”
“Ok, sir,” she answered, bringing her fingers close to his hand to take the rings, but Harry interrupted her.
“No, I want you to do it with your mouth, lift them from my fingers with your teeth, let’s see how skillful you are with your mouth, we already know how good you take my cock in it,” Harry laughed at her surprised face. He was aware they never did anything like it, but the thought of having his long fingers inside her pretty mouth was driving him insane.
"Go on, the show will start in less than 20 minutes, angel."
She carefully got closer to his right hand, opening her mouth and closing it around his finger. She made sure her teeth were around the S ring before pulling it out of the finger. With the cold ring secured in her mouth, she locked eyes with Harry, waiting for his next order, which came in the form of an action.
Harry showed her his palm, finding the situation rather amusing, but at the same time very hot too. "Spit all of them on my hand, but don't let any spit get in my clothes, or else you are the one cleaning them, do you understand?"
Her face stood inches away from his palm, the girl attentively spat the ring that landed on the place it was supposed to, which made her proud. She hoped Harry was proud of her as well.
“Good, now do it with the others as well,” Harry told her.
In less than five minutes all six of Harry's rings were on his hand, he smiled, patted Y/n’s cheeks patronizingly. “I’m very pleased with you, guess I’m gonna let you cum before the show, you deserve it, don’t you think?”
“It’s up to you, sir,” she said shyly. “But I think I do.”
“Tell me why.” This was a little challenge, both of them understand that.
Harry was very aware of how Y/n had trouble giving herself credits for the things she did, and how she could be very hard on herself, that’s why he liked to ask questions like that whenever they were on a scene, it was not much, but he hoped the words could get into her head and make her realize that she deserves nice things and of course, and be treated well by everyone.
Y/n squirmished a bit, not making eye contact and looking down. “Because I did what you asked, I didn’t mess up, and I was good today.”
He took her chin in his hand, tilting it so they were staring at each other. “You’re always good, ok? Even if you act a little bratty, always my best girl, it doesn’t matter the day.”
"You're going to need work for it though, so you're going to ride me," he continued, looking down at her and her beautiful eyes, which Harry could look at all day long. "I need to keep my energy up, I can't tire myself out, angel. But I don't think you mind that much, you are always ready to hop on my cock, am I right?"
The girl pressed her cheek to his thigh needly, wanting to feel some skin contact. "I'll do whatever you want, just need to be with you, you edged me the whole morning, "Y/n complained with a pout, remembering how Harry had no mercy over her body. He had her crying and dripping on the hotel's sheets until he decided it was enough.
"Of course I did, I can’t spoil you all the time, you need to learn that you earn your orgasm, they just don't come to you." He took her by the forearms gently, being careful not to hold her too tightly. "I don't wanna hear a single thing besides your little moans, now get on my cock, we don't have all day."
Luckily the girl was wearing a white skirt, one that she chose to make her outfit. She loved matching with him in every show, Harry liked it too, sometimes he would even choose her clothes himself.
Harry shamelessly sneaked a hand under her skirt, being met by her lace underwear. Without losing a second he took the strings of the underwear and pulled it down her legs, putting it by the side of his body as if it was nothing.
He was very horny, but he couldn’t lose the opportunity to feel her pussy. Harry loved it, it was the most perfect color and shape for him, he could spend all his days buried inside it.
"I'm gonna keep this with me, it will bring me good luck." He winked at her, placing a hand on her ass through the skirt and pulling her closer. "Now let’s see this pussy." He flipped her skirt, holding it up so he could have a good view of her lower body. "So, so pretty." He gently ran his fingers over her folds, her wetness drenching his fingertips.
"Please, I want more," Y/n mumbled, moving her hips, trying to make him see how desperate she was for him.
"You need to work for it, baby, beg for me and I'll think about it," he said, kissing her navel. "While you beg, let me give some attention to this pussy."
For someone who "didn’t have the whole day" Harry sure was taking his time with her body. He took his mouth to her clit, making Y/n stay still as he held her love handles. But whenever she was close to cumming he would stop, coming back to her clit after he was sure her orgasm had disappeared.
Y/n was a crying mess after 10 minutes. She tried to beg like he asked, but nothing seemed to get him to let her cum, what made him stop was the trembling in her voice. "Sir, you promised, I was so good the whole day, no more edging, please," she cried, taking her hands to her eyes as Harry looked up to her, softness on his face.
Harry felt guilty. He loved to play, and both of them were always ok with testing each other's limits when it cake with edging and foreplay, he just didn’t realize she was that close to breaking.
"Oh was I too mean to you, angel? I'm sorry, come here." Harry cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand before getting the girl to sip on his lap, her bare pussy touching his cock, which was begging for attention.
The girl hid her face on his neck, the desire inside her body was still very intense. "I just don't know what to do anymore," she confessed. "I did everything you asked and you were still edging me," tears were pooling in her eyes, burning her vision.
Harry gently tilted her chin so she was looking at him instead of his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I was just having some fun, I thought you were having to, I didn’t mean to make you cry, lovie."
"My angel gets overstimulated very easily, huh?" He continued, cleaning the tears from her face. "This won't happen anymore, and I promise to let you cum now if you are still feeling like it." He kissed her lips, using a gentle tone so she was sure she had a choice if she wanted to keep the scene up or not. "Or maybe we can just cuddle for a bit before the show, whatever you want, I just don't want to see you crying, you're too pretty to cry."
"No, I'm ok now," she said, putting her hand down, wrapping her fist around his cock, tugging it slowly. "I need you, I wanna feel full again."
She began rocking against his cock, making the man moan and close his eyes. "Go on then, I'm just waiting for you, sweet girl."
"Thank you, thank you," she said to him, the words falling out of her mouth like a prayer. Y/n placed the head on her opening, sinking on his cock until she was full. "Sir feels so good," She cried, closing her eyes as well and letting her head fall to his collarbone.
"So hungry for my cock, my poor baby, I haven't been treating you right, but now you are ok," he wrapped his left arm around her back and kissed her shoulder, trying to rock his hips inside her. "But you are ok now, you're where you are supposed to be, sitting on my cock and looking all pretty just for me."
Y/n saw he was struggling to move fuck her, so she started to rock against him, making C movements with her hips, making her cunt feel all of him inside. She wanted to be like this forever, close, safe, and full with Harry.
"Just like that baby, taking my cock so well," he moaned, grabbing her waist and helping her with the rhythm. Harry looked down where they were connected, watching his cock disappear into her warm pussy. "Good girl, you’re making me so proud." Harry was having a hard time speaking, being too focused on the girl fucking herself on his cock, but he know how much she liked to hear praises.
"Treating me so well, giving me my favorite treat before the show." His cock was deep inside her, her walls were contracting around him like they always did, welcoming him into her body.
As a response Y/n kissed him, cupping his cheek while biting his red lips while moving her body up and down on him, properly riding Harry.
"I wanna cum, sir," Y/n whined, resting her face on his shoulder while Harry pulled her hips faster. Harry was already showing signs that his orgasm was near, his touch was rougher against her skin, his movements were needy and sloppy.
"Touch your clit for me, angel, let me watch you drench my thigh." Harry's voice was filled with passion, there was nothing he loved more than watching Y/n cumming in front of him. It was a heavenly sight only he had the privilege to see.
Y/n held into Harry’s body with one hand while the other one rubbed her clit fastly, the girl bent her head backward, focusing on the intoxicated feeling only Harry's body could provide. His cock hitting the deepest place inside of her pussy alongside with her fingers working on her clit made shivers run through her body as she finally cummed.
Y/n dug her nails into Harry’s shoulder, contracting herself around his cock. Harry stopped his movement as he cummed inside of her, letting ropes of his seed fill her up just like he said they would.
The couple was too absorbed in the feeling of bliss on their body to realize what happened, but when Harry felt something wet on his thigh he looked down, noticing the couch by his side and his body absolutely drenched, and knew exactly what it was.
Y/n was still shaking, trying to come down from her bliss to notice that she was squirted all over him. "You had a good time, huh, lovie " Harry said gently in her ear, not wanting to startle her or make her upset since she was in a very sensitive state of mind. "My best girl," he caressed her back under the shirt, feeling her breaking on his shoulder.
"I need you to talk to me, I miss your voice," he gently turned her head to him, smiling as she opened her eyes. She was under, very under. "Look at you, so pretty! Are you feeling ok does anything hurt?"
"No, just want you," she mumbled, trying to snuggle herself to him, but Harry didn’t let.
"None of that, you know taking is good, it helps us make sure we are ok, I know I grabbed your waist roughly, is it hurting?" He looked at her lower body, pulling her skirt down, just enough for him to see the light purple bruises from her hip bone to her waist. He stroked the skin, "I'm sorry, lovie, I'll find some numbing cream ok?"
The girl just nodded her head, closing her eyes again and wrapping her arms around his neck. It if was any other day Harry would love to take a nap with her, but she has squirted and he had a show in an hour, it just couldn't happen.
"I know you are tired, but we need to clean up now, we made a mess, and the cleaning staff won't be happy if they have to clean this couch," Harry joked, trying to lighten up the mood, but Y/n was still feeling a bit confused.
All she knew was that Harry had given her the most amazing orgasm, and after that, she just wanted to feel close. Her body felt very warm, and her head felt dizzy. She just wanted to stay close to Harry, to cuddle with him and be his best girl.
"No, clean up, we can do that later, just hold me, sir, I promise I will be quiet," she whispered.
"I don't want you to be quiet, you can talk to me as much as you want, alright?" Harry kissed her forehead. "But you squirted, baby, and it's all over the place." She looked at him with wide eyes, looking at the couch and then at his thighs, realizing the wet feeling on her skin wasn't just from their normal orgasm. "But I will clean it up, don't worry," he added quickly before she could get sad about it, but it didn't work, in less than a second, tears started to pool in her eyes.
"I'm so-sorry, I didn't want to make a mess," she said, a pout on her face. "I can clean it up, it's ok."
It wasn't the first time Y/n had squirted, but she would always get embarrassed about it, especially if that happened in another place other than their room.
"Shh, don't say that," Harry cradled her cheek with his hands. He shouldn't have let him go under, he should have been more careful about that, now he had to find a way to tranquilize her and make sure her mind and body were good.
"You need to listen to me now: I'm going to help you sit on the couch, and I'll go to the bathroom and take some towels to clean you up, but you need to stay here, your thighs seem a little wobbly and I don't want you to hurt yourself." Her thighs normally shook from cumming, but since she squirted they were still trembling. The fact that she had to ride him and use her leg muscles was also not helping with the quivers."
She nodded, pearly tears running down her face. "Don't cry, angel. I'm here, you are ok." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, murmuring praises each time his lips touched her skin. "I'm gonna get everything ready, you don't even need to worry."
"But it got your clothes all dirty," she told him, her body tense.
"You didn't, I took my trousers and boxers off, and it didn't get to my shirt, plus if it had got on my clothes it would be no problem." He gently held her love handles, slowly taking her off his cock. "C'mon, up you get, press your thighs together, love, we don't want my cum to leak, yeah?"
"I wanna keep it inside," Y/n mumbled, sitting on the couch with her legs squeezed to each other.
Harry got up, taking his trousers and underwear to the bathroom, which was –thankfully– in the same room as the dressing room. Harry took some clean towels to clean his thighs before putting his clothes back on and taking a look in the mirror, his hair was all over the place, and her cherry gloss lipstick decorates his neck and jaw.
He didn’t spend much time there because his girl was still waiting for him, and Harry didn’t want to leave her alone for a long period of time. He took another towel, getting it wet with warm water, Y/n wasn't a fan of cold water.
"Sir? Where are you?" Harry heard Y/n calling for him, without wasting time he followed her voice, finding her in the same place she was when he left her.
"Hi baby, I'm sorry I took so long," Harry kneeled in front of her. "Can you open your legs for me, please?"
When she opened Harry quickly smiled, patting her right leg. "Thank you, my good girl." Harry gently rubbed the towel on the inside of her thighs, when he got her pussy he carefully tried to clean his cum, which was dripping for her. "When we get to the hotel I will prepare a bath for us, but this will do it for now."
"Thank you, sir," Y/n said, closing her legs together when Harry was done. "How much time do we have before the show? I don't wanna make you late." She watched as he cleaned the couch around her, cleaning her mess.
"I have enough time, don't worry about it, angel." Harry took her underwear, which was still lying on the couch, and carefully dressed her, fixing her skirt and shirt as he did so.
He kissed her lips, going to the bathroom again to put the dirty towel on the laundry basket.
Y/n waited for him, looking around the room, if she would focus enough, she could hear the loud noises of the fans singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody
She looked to the corner of the room, where the bathroom door was, Harry opened it and left the bathroom, now without a towel. Harry headed to the mini freezer, turning his head to Y/n.
"Alright, we have water, soda, some sandwich, and a fruit bow, what do you want?" He asked, waiting for her response.
"I don't feel like eating anything," Y/n said, laying down on the couch, head resting on the armrest. The girl was feeling sad now, she wasn't sure why maybe because she didn't have enough time to cuddle with Harry? Maybe the endorphin levels on her body were coming back to normal?
"None of that, you need to eat something, you tired yourself up," Harry told her, a bit sternly. "Let's eat sandwiches and drink water, alright?"
The girl just nodded, not caring that much about what they were going to eat. Y/n just wanted to lay down, maybe take a nap. She watched as Harry got closer to her, to sandwiches I'm his hand and a bottle of water on the other.
The man sat by her side. "Come sit with me," he opened his arm, inviting her to his body, which Y/n happily accepted. She placed her head on his shoulder as he fed her bites of the sandwich. "Are you in any pain, baby? Feeling ok?"
She finished taking the second bite of the food in front of her. "I'm just a bit lightheaded," she answered, smiling as Harry cleaned the crumbs of bread from her mouth.
He kissed her forehead. "You're gonna be ok soon, I'm here." He gave her the bottle of water, watching as she drank almost half of it.
"Do you wanna stay here while I perform baby? Or do you wanna go to the hotel? I can call some bodyguards and I can take you to the car." He took a bite of his sandwich. "It's up to you."
"I want to stay here with you, and I wanna watch the show too," Y/n said.
"Are you sure? Don't you wanna take a nap maybe? I know you're tired, your eyes seem heavy."
"No, I don't want to be here alone," she mumbled.
"Alright then, I'm gonna talk to Jeff and he can find some ear protection, the music is really loud at the private pit."
"Oh, good." she gently kissed his jaw. "Will Jeff be there as well?"
"Yes, you don't have to worry about a thing, and if you decide that you don't wanna be there anymore just tell Jeff or Tommy, they will get you to the hotel."
"Thank you, I love you."
Harry rested his hand on her bare thigh, stroking her skin. "You don't need to say thank you, I love having you here, my little lucky charm."
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(𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭) 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 - 𝐡.𝐬
summary: in which yn is heartbroken and has a panic attack and Harry comforts her
a/n: i had a really clear plan for this from the beginning. it this that plan? no because I can't stick to plans either way I think it turned out kinda good so you should probably read.
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You didn’t think it would be much of a problem when your best friend, Hannah,  moved in with her boyfriend and his roommate. But, of course, back then you had no plan on falling for the hot roommate, nor ending up as his girlfriend. It wouldn’t have been much of a…situation, hadn’t life pulled you in different directions and left you with a broken heart. 
  The cosy apartment had been like a second home, most of your nights spent safe in his arms as he gently played with your hair and lulled you to sleep. The softness of his voice and gentle words engraved in your memory. 
It was just so easy giving him your everything. You had never felt so safe in love - casually wearing your heart on your sleeve everyday. 
But now? You found the qhostlyness of the whole situation unbearable, always figuring that if you ever were to break up, you’d at least remain acquaintances. Never did you imagine how he’d make sure to be out whenever you visited or refuse to show up at events if you were there. 
However, today was too big of a deal for your presence to matter. Your best friends engagement was being celebrated and you swore that you’d be civil. For the first time in what felt like forever, you’d be in the same, old apartment together.  It was only a couple of hours, and part of your being was convinced you could deal with it.
  It was only seconds, but it felt like minutes as you stood hesitantly outside the apartment complex. The nerves crippled through you, almost swallowing the bittersweet excitement you’d nourished the past weeks. Two of your best friends were celebrating their engagement, and you refused to let anything ruin the festive evening.
Taking in a sharp breath, you relaxed your tensed shoulders as you pressed the doorbell. It didn't take long until Hannah's voice erupted from the tiny speaker, welcoming you as the door opened. 
Getting up the all too short flight of stairs, their front door came into view. You dried away the sweat forming in your palms before knocking, in a matter of seconds it swung open and revealed your best friend. Grinning, she ushered you inside and engulfed you in a side hug. 
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, letting you go as you took off and hung the small coat you brought with you. 
Smiling sympathetically, her voice softened before she continued. “But, just know you don’t need to stay, okay? Mark and I understand if it gets too hard or if you need to get out.”
Your eyes stayed glued at your coat as you offered a halfhearted smile. The gentleness in her tone tugged at your heartstrings, and having no faith in your voice, you kept quiet. 
She knew you well enough to let it be as she quickly changed the topic again. “That dress looks amazing on you by the way. I'm glad I talked you into buying it.”
Snorting, you let her wrap an arm around your shoulders and lead you into the kitchen.
You grasped that you should’ve been thankful for the kindness and loving consideration. Knowing the soft spoken proposition came from nothing but pureness. But it was useless fighting the feeling as you found the compassion rather belittling. Embarrassed you were considered in need of reassurance while he so obviously were over you. 
You’d been without him for so long, and not a day went by without you beating yourself up over how you let the memories of him keep holding in a chokehold. Why let him continue to break your heart - desperately hoping he’ll regret it - when he so clearly wouldn’t? 
Theoretically, you knew she was the last person to ever judge you or your grieving process. But the fact that he had moved on, and you still found it hard not to break down as his voice played over the radio, was nothing but embarrassing.  
  Moving into the crowd, the humid air quickly embraced your bare arms. A distinct scent of alcohol travelled through the room, and your throat itched as it hit you. Partly in need for something to cool you down and for something to ease your throbbing heart.
Dancing queen blared through the speakers, and the “small gathering” Hannah had gone on and on about turned out to be anything but small. The optimistic side of you figured it was a good thing though, seeing how it lowered your chance of running into him. 
You could just picture him, looking so effortlessly cool and completely unbothered by your presence.  His body moving in that ridiculous way he insisted was dancing, but you both knew wasn't. Just knocking the air out of your chest as he cruelly reminded you of the times you missed.
“Here.” 
Hannah’s loud voice was barely audible over the bass as she pulled you out of your thoughts. Waving a beer in front of your face, she grinned as you took it and gulped it down.
You normally wouldn’t, but you had no intentions on dealing with nerves keeping you on high alert. The night would be impossible to enjoy if you were to spend every second staring at the door, waiting for him to waltz in. 
As the effect of your second and third bottle slowly oozed in, the night passed in a blur. You hadn’t felt that relaxed for weeks as his new songs had played over and over at the radio, (making the task of shutting him out impossible). You could block him on every platform and permanently remove his number from your phone, but what good did it do when the world seemed content reminding you he was out there, and thriving.
But now the alcohol was cursing through your veins, and you enjoyed the feeling. Swinging to the music and having your mind rest on anything other than him. It was nice, really nice.
Until he graced the corners of your eyes, demanding your attention and sobering you up.  
He moved in the corner, away from the crowd with a girl by his side as they swayed to the music. Your heart dropped, every little piece of your body tensing up as you watched the scene. His hands were wrapped around her waist, the gentle grip he’d held you with a million times before. You could still feel his touch, the softness engraved in your mind. 
As much as you wanted to, it was impossible to tear away your gaze. The scene burned itself into your brain and there wasn't a doubt in your mind it would haunt you for months. 
Your breath hitched in your throat as his wild eyes met yours. With a burning sensation in your lungs you forced in a sharp breath as the room suddenly seemed too small for the both of you. 
Automatically, your hand flew to the necklace resting on your collarbones and rubbed the hard material. The simple motion grounding you as your stomach twisted in the awfully familiar way.
It almost hurt, the way your heart slammed against your chest and your pulse rang in your ears. You must’ve been quite a sight, standing wide-eyed and tense.
Yet his expression felt gentle and familiar and you couldn’t help but long for the times he calmed the unease in your chest with a similar look. 
Overwhelmed, you forced your eyes away and turned to Hannah. With a tight smile plastered on your lips, you mouthed how you needed some air as you tried to keep your cool. She must’ve been a little drunk, because she only sent you a thumbs up and grinned. You didn’t think much of it as you pushed through the flock surrounding you within a second of her response.  
A few concerned glances were sent your way, and hadn’t it been for the high-pitched ring echoing through your ears, you would’ve minded. But you were too occupied dealing with tightened airways as you shut the apartment door behind you. 
You rushed down a flight of stairs and lunged yourself down at the last step. 
The breaths escaping your lips turned hyper and ragged as you rested your elbows on top of your knees. Your fingertips numb as they continued to fidget with the necklace.
Disappointment lingered in your stomach, almost feeling embarrassed over how little control you had over your own reaction. Just seeing him pushed you over the edge, bringing an overwhelming mixture of emotions to your chest and heart.
You couldn’t even tell what you felt, but something resembling a mixture of anger towards yourself for still being so caught up on him. And heartbroken at the sight of his body clinging to someone else, of how it reminded you of the early mornings spent dancing in the kitchen as the coffee brewed. 
The amount of sleepless nights you’d spent fantasising about seeing him again in the familiar apartment were countless. You had rehearsed the reunion a million times over in your head, picturing how you’d play so nonchalant as you swept past him. 
But as he actually stood there, right in front of you with the same gentle eyes and warm smile, you lost every sense of control and felt yourself spiral. It triggered some weird emotion and broke your heart all over again.
    The air stung in your lungs as you pushed yourself upright. You couldn’t keep sitting, leg tapping as thoughts flooded your head. Pacing back and forth in the small space, you tried to calm the restlessness crippling through you. 
Instinctively, your arms crossed over your chest as your head flung backwards. With parted lips, you let fast breaths move through you in hope one of them would leave you satisfied. 
It didn’t take long before the room started spinning and you had to stretch out for the wall. With all your weight resting on your arm, the other hand pressed against your forehead. 
“y/n?” 
The careful tone caught your attention, but you didn’t turn your head. You were more familiar with the deep voice than you were with your own.
“Hey,” he cooed, jogging down the stairs until he placed himself right beside you. His arm found its usual spot around your lower back, steadying your unbalanced frame.
Every part of you reacted to his hand on your body, how his warm palm laid awfully close to your hips and the way his body fit perfectly against yours. 
You had convinced yourself that the breakup and the following distance that had grown between you changed everything, but something about him had this undeniable effect on you. As much as you thought you would  hate it, in this moment you were thankful. 
   “Hey, it's okay, you hear me? It’s okay, I just need you to take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?”
Nodding your head, you looked up at him as he offered a warm smile in return.  “Good.”
He led your arm over his shoulder and brought you back to the stairs. His hand holding you in a firm grip as he guided you down. “Here.”
Kneeling down, he faced you with a careful smile. You couldn’t tell if calmness was real or not, but either way you appreciated it as he let his hand rub against your forearm. 
“Can you take some deep breaths for me,” he asked, carefully addressing your still hyper breathing. 
You just nodded again, not trusting your voice to actually carry your words. Gaze moving away from him, you tried to keep your focus on a dot engraved in the wall before you, knowing distracting your thoughts was the best way to go about it.  
Having him so close to you again felt so odd. At one hand every fibre in your being had longed for it, for his fingers to send sparks up your spine and his loving smiles to be sent your way. But on the other, you knew it would pass and you would have to start the process of getting over him all over. This moment was already burning into your mind and the idea of the pain that would follow was enough for the world to crumble underneath your feet. 
Before you knew it, the few calm breaths that had fallen off your lips turned hyper again. 
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” His voice sounded muffled as the words met your ears. Black dots were clouding up your vision and the room felt like it was spinning. 
“Woah.” 
Within a second, his grip around your arm was tight as the other flew up to your shoulder. All your weight resting against him as your ears rang.
“I know that it hurts, sweetie, but I need you to open your eyes.” He rubbed his thumb against the bare skin on your arm, his action barely grounding you as he continued. “You’re okay, you hear me? I’m here and not going anywhere.”
Your heart felt tight in your chest as your eyes shot open. His gaze bore into yours, and you felt so exposed. Normally you would have turned away, but the gentle expression on his face almost forced your eyes to stay on him.
“It’s okay, I promise.”
You could only detect the sincerity in his eyes as the words fell off his lips. As if this moment was only a fraction of what he meant, like the whole ordeal that had gone down between you was swept under the rug for now. 
Your mind had played tricks on you before, but right now you seemed to need the statement, and you were willing to cling onto it for what it was worth. 
He offered you a proud smile as your breaths slowed down once again.
He shifted, and in no time your body was cooped up between his legs. Your back resting against his torso.
You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening, and never in your wildest dreams did the night involve this. Whatever it was. Your mind found it odd, trying to picture what the scene must’ve looked like if someone walked down the stairs and saw you. But no matter how weird it seemed in your mind, your body found the setting all too comforting. 
He felt exactly how you remembered, the smell still tempting you to just lean against him and bask in his scent. Hearing your name fall off his lips was like music to your ears, and as he started gently caressing your arms, your muscles relaxed. 
Apparently he wasn’t satisfied with your respiration yet as he spoke up. “I need you to take some deep breaths for me, love.”
Your back stiffened for a millisecond as the old pet name fell off his lips so effortlessly. Every part of you had longed for the sweet names he always gave you, but as he said it and it registered in your mind, you weren’t really sure what to feel. 
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, picking up on the small cue as your body tensed. “Old habit.”
It took a second before you recognised how pleasant it had played through your ears.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.” The ends of your lips tugged up as you let your body lean into his touch and relax against him.
“Good,” he mustered. 
Hadn’t it been for the obvious lack of oxygen in your brain, you would’ve sworn he sighed contently.
“Take a deep breath,” he said as his fingers softly climbed up your arm, inhaling with you.
“Good. You’re doing so good, now exhale.” 
His fingertips gently traced a line down to your elbow as you let out a shaky breath. Letting your eyes close once again, you rested your head underneath his chin as you kept following his deep breaths. 
You weren’t really sure how long you stayed like that, but you could finally feel yourself calmed down. The only thing on your mind was how you needed to get home and just rest. Of course, the way his body was pressed up against you made an appearance through your thoughts, but you could freak out about that later.
The bass from the party drummed through the walls, and the way it echoed through the hall did nothing to help the headache brewing in the back of your head. Preferably you’d just lay down right there and sleep it off. 
“I think I should head home,” you uttered, breaking the silence and pushing yourself to an upright position. The heat provided by his frame ceased, and you had to stop yourself from shivering as you took in a deep breath. 
“You’re feeling better?” He asked, scooting himself forward on the stair. 
You turned around, a grateful smile resting on your face as you spoke. “Yeah, thank you. I’m just tired.” As if on cue, you placed the back of your hand in front or your lips and let out a big yawn. 
“Do you want me to give you a lift?”
Hesitating, you bit your lip and looked away from him. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Harry.” 
You’d already been reminded of so many of the reasons you still loved him, and you weren’t really sure you could take more of them. 
“Are you sure?-” he asked, getting up from the stairs, “-I know how exhausted you get after these. I mean, you’re still shaking. We don’t even have to talk, I just want you to be safe.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you hated it. You knew how much he still affected you, but no part of him needed to know that. 
Just the idea of being in the car with him for 10 minutes made you nervous, but you refused to let it show. He even said you didn’t need to talk.
“Okay.” Your eyes found their way back to his, a small smile on your lips. “If you promise to not charge me for gas.”
He snorted. “I’ll just get my keys.”
-
“Nope,” he said, changing the station again as one of his songs played through the speakers. 
The interview about his new album apparently was no better as he changed the station again. Snickering, you looked over at him and watched his tensed shoulders. 
“You can talk if you want to,” you told him, fighting a smile over his nervous antics.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, I think I’d actually prefer it if you did.” It’d make the breakup more distant, seem like we hadn’t cut all contact and left me unsure as to what was okay to say. But you didn’t tell him that.
“I always imagined we’d stay friends or something, after you know. Everything.” You confessed, letting your gaze follow the buildings outside. 
You could feel how his gaze bore into you as soon as the sentence fell off your lips. You weren’t really sure where you got the confidence from, but you told yourself how you would keep avoiding each other after tonight. What did you have to lose?
You glanced at him, watching as he bit his eyes shifted from the rear mirror.
“I don’t think I could've done that.” He said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as one of his hands brushed the back of his neck.
“Really? … To be completely honest,” you started, shifting your gaze away from him again. Your eyes followed a raindrop racing down the window, trying to form the words spinning in your head. 
“I think I would have prefered to see you with someone else if that's what it took for me to still be in your life.”
He stayed quiet, the hum of the car the only thing playing through your ears as you tried to ignore the nerves running wild in your chest over the fact that the words actually had slipped off your tongue.
One of the first things that drew you to him was the way he made you feel completely at ease. You could ramble or have your nerves spew out the weirdest sentences, yet he never made you feel stupid or small. It was so refreshing and you just enjoyed being around him. When he’d later told you how he loved talking to you because ‘you always speak your mind’, you just slowly grew inseparable. 
Now, after everything had changed, you found some comfort in knowing at least that hadn’t.
“I mean at one point I would’ve had to get used to seeing you moved on.”
Your hand travelled back to your necklace, fidgeting with the small heart, not really knowing if you wanted to know the thoughts rushing through his head.
“I don’t think I ever could be around you and not just show you how much I love you.” 
He broke the silence, and you couldn’t stop your head from turning towards him. His lips formed a thin line as his brows knitted together. You could have recognised the nerves crippling through anywhere as his gaze stayed fixed at the road in front of you.
“What do you mean?” You asked as his silence told you he wouldn’t continue on his own.
“I don’t know… I just see you and wish I could go back and change everything.” 
He let out a heavy breath, and you could see how his grip around the steering wheel tightened.
“And it’s so… weird? I mean I haven’t seen you in forever, yet I see you everywhere. I mean, I know you’ve been over by the way you folded the blankets and how you put the honey on the counter instead of  the cupboard. I can’t even avoid you in my own home.”
You couldn’t tell whether your heart clenched or fluttered at his words, but your eyes narrowed trying to comprehend the words. 
“Everything reminds me of what I don’t have, and I don’t even know how I would begin to process you with someone else.” The words sounded strangled as they crawled up his throat. 
He lifted a hand, letting it rub against his temple as he let out a quiet sigh. You turned your gaze away from his pained expression, trying to figure out how to let the words sink in. 
Seeing his career blossom and flourish had you convinced you were alone in the mess. He had seemed so happy as you cried at his interviews. 
Now he seemed just as hurt as you were and you had no clue as to how to even begin to let that progress. 
You hesitated, voice low as you confessed. “I’m not sure what to say.”
“If it helps, I don’t know what I want you to say.”
“It helps a little,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck as you looked down at your lap.
He snickered and glanced over at you before parking the car. You hadn’t noticed you were back at your apartment, but as you saw the complex, your heart sank a little. 
You were glad you finally had gotten the chance to talk to him again and it hurt more than you thought now that it ended. Talking with him always eased you, and tonight had only reminded you of the power he held over your wellbeing. Like he always made you feel better no matter what.
As if reading your mind, he opened his mouth. “I totally get it if you don’t want to, but would you maybe like to grab a coffee or something next week?”
“I’m sorry, I can't.” You cursed your schedule as you saw his shoulders slump. You had dreamed of this and now you actually blew it.
“Of course,” he said, plastering on a smile. 
“But, it's only, what? Nine thirty? Do you maybe wanna come up?” You gestured to the apartment he’d been in a million times before
A genuine smile crept onto his lips, his eyes staying fixed at you. Watching as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers.
“Really? Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.” 
“You don’t,” you told him, voice soft and gentle as you smiled at him.
“Okay, yeah. I would really like that.”
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