#harry styles x au

[watchmegetobsessed]

MY BEST GIRL

SEQUEL TO GOOD GIRL

A/N: oh my god! it's been almost an entire year since i posted good girl and its crazy that it has over 4k notes now! you guys have been begging me for a sequel and it took me long to write it, but now its finally here!! so join our lovely couple for one last ride!

PAIRING: CEO!Harry Styles X Reader

WARNING: sexual content (kinda slightly?)

WORD COUNT: 14.3k

SUMMARY: It's been a year since your arrangement with Harry turned into a love story. Now you're living happily with the man of your dreams, but something causes some trouble in your little paradise. Or maybe someone...

MASTERLIST

The expensive, silky sheets are hugging your naked body softly, the mattress underneath you feels like a cloud and makes you want to never get up. You hate how comfortable Harry’s bed is, makes the mornings a hundred times harder and you’re already not a morning person. He should have gotten a wooden box, that would be easy to leave, not this ocean of comfort he calls his bed.

Well, it’s not just his anymore, it’s yours too. Because two months ago you officially moved in with him. You basically already had most of your stuff here, but you finally ended your lease and moved the rest over to his place, taking this next step in your relationship that’s been going strong since that one hell of a night when he barged into the bar you were staying at, you both made a jealous scene of your own before you realized you’ve wanted the same thing all along: each other.

Now he is your boyfriend. Oh God! It sounds so amazing, calling him your boyfriend. Harry Styles, the hottest man in the business is yours and you get to come home to him every day. Well, most of the time you get home before him, but you don’t mind it. You love waiting for him to return from work, all tired but always radiating power, you just can’t keep your hands to yourself. Not that you need to, Harry is always just as eager to be with you as you are.

Sometimes, you feel like you’re a teenage couple, always handsy and horny, so passionate about each other, you have no idea how people around you still put up with the two of you.

Speaking of others, your relationship is so official you’ve already met each other’s parents. You were a nervous wreck before meeting Anne, so afraid she might think you’re not good enough for her son, that you’re just a little girl, not the person she imagined for her extremely successful son. But it all turned out to be the opposite, she was such a delight and kept telling you how happy she was to finally meet the woman who swept Harry off his feet finally.

“Mum, you act like I was ready to live in celibacy for the rest of my life,” Harry protested over dinner when Anne said she thought she would never see him with a woman by his side.

“Well you didn’t bring anyone home, what should have I thought?!” she talks back, making you smile while Harry just rolls his eyes at his mother. “But I’m so glad you are in great hands now,” she added, her hand finding yours on the table, giving it a loving squeeze that almost made you tear up.

Harry met your parents as well and though he looked confident, you knew he was shitting his pants, especially because you told him your dad might be judgmental because of the age difference. Essentially, you were right, you could feel the tension upon arriving even though your mother was an angel and welcomed Harry with so much love. But with a little time and warming up to each other, your dad also saw that Harry is treating you right and that he should be happy about you finding the man you’ve been looking for all your life. Though he didn’t let Harry leave without a fatherly talk of ripping his balls off if he hurts you. Harry took it very seriously while you just laughed at it, because your dad is not the aggressive type.

Now it’s been an entire year of being so hopelessly in love with this man you live with and it’s been the best year of your life. You’ll be graduating soon and you already have a job offer for after school, one you got for your own hard work and not because Harry pulled some strings. You made it clear you don’t want him to interfere in your career and he has been nothing but respectful of your decision. Everything is coming up so great, sometimes you don’t even believe it’s your life.

Soft lips meet the back of your neck and they travel down your naked back, peppering your exposed skin with sweet kisses as you hum into your pillow.

“I know you’re awake,” Harry teases you, his arm snaking around your waist to turn you over. You blink your eyes open rolling to your back as you finally meet his bright green eyes and tousled chocolate locks. “Morning, Love,” he smirks before leaning down he kisses your lips.

“Good morning, what time is it?” you ask, curling your arms around his neck to keep him close to you.

“A little after eight.”

“It’s Saturday, why did you wake me up so early?” you pout at him, but you don’t actually mind it.

“Because we are having brunch with my new partner, remember?” he hums, kissing your lips again before peeling himself out of your arms, a whine leaving your lips as you watch him stand from the bed.

A little over six months ago Diana broke the news that she was finally pregnant. Despite the rocky start of your relationship with her, you’d been getting along with her quite well once it was cleared that she is not out to steal Harry from you. When she told you and Harry that she is pregnant you felt nothing but happiness for her, but it also meant that she would eventually have to put work down for a while. It took some time for her and H to find someone to replace her, but the person was found last week and Harry has been bugging you to meet up with Alana, his new partner. So this brunch was arranged with not just you and her but also a few other people from the company who’ll be working close with her. A little get to know each other over great food, that can never be a bad idea.

“Don’t even try to go back to sleep, baby,” Harry warns you chuckling when he sees your eyes closing as he is getting around the room.

“Mm, just… resting my eyelids a little more,” you mumble. A moment later you feel the mattress dipping on either side of you, Harry holding himself up above you, a smirk tugging on his lips when you open your eyes and look at him.

“If you go back to sleep, you’ll miss the chance,” he murmurs, his eyes wandering down your naked chest.

“The chance to what?” you arch an eyebrow.

“To fuck in the shower,” he bluntly says before pushing himself up and heading into the bathroom, leaving the door open. That wakes you up, shower sex is just way too good to miss out on, so you spring to your feet as soon as you hear the water running, joining your boyfriend in the enormous walk in shower, but instead of cleaning up yourselves, you rather get dirty in there…

A few others are already there, people you’ve met at events you attended as Harry’s plus one and you’ve gotten along with them pretty well. When you became official with Harry you were afraid people around him wouldn’t take you seriously and see you as just an immature girl. There were a few occasions that proved your fear right, but most of your experiences have been quite positive. No one really has the guts to treat you bad when you have Harry by your side.

The two of you are welcomed warmly upon arriving, joining the table, but the group is still not complete, Alana is still not there.

“So what is she like?” you ask Harry quietly, secluding yourself from the conversation at the table. He shrugs.

“Highly competent to take Diana’s place, that I’m sure about.”

“And that’s not what I wanted to know. I figured she would be good at the job,” you breathe out, finding it a little funny that this is what he thought you wanted to know about. But before you could rephrase your question, the person in talk walks in. And your jaw drops to the floor.

You like to think that you don’t get jealous and insecure easily. Not after spending so much time with Harry, the absolutely most handsome man in the city. You have to be the real deal to score a man like him. But the moment Alana strides into the place, all male gazes are glued to her tall, supermodel-like figure with legs that never seem to end, her tight dress doesn’t cover much of them either as well as from her cleavage, though she tried to make the outfit decent with a blazer. Her dark, extremely dark, thick hair is in a stylish pixie bob style, something you could probably never pull, at least not like she does. Her makeup is flawless, judging from her features one of her parents might be Asian, her almond shaped eyes appear even longer with the perfect eyeliner running along her lashes. Plump, red lips, freshly manicured nails and a smile that could charm anyone basically. That’s Alana. The woman your boyfriend is gonna work with very closely.

“So sorry for being a bit late, there’s been an accident in my street this morning and I could barely get through the barricade,” she apologizes right away and your blood boils when you hear the British accent.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Harry smiles as he stands from his seat and greets her with a short hug before starting to introduce her to everyone around the table.

Everyone turns into a fangirl basically as they get to meet the woman, as if she was some kind of celebrity, while you’re sitting there, waiting for your turn, trying not to look as insecure as you feel at the moment.

This woman is going to be working with Harry? This is worse than when you met Diana. Bless her soul, but even she looks like a wanna-be Instagram model while Alana is Naomi Campbell.

Last in the line, she finally reaches you, Harry standing next to her as you get up from your seat, plastering your best fake smile across your face, holding out a hand to her.

“And this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Harry introduces you and for a split second, you see the surprise in her eyes.

Ha! Yeah, you heard that right! Girlfriend!

“Oh, girlfriend! Wow, it is so nice to meet you!” she sing-songs as you shake hands shortly.

“Nice to meet you too! Though I don’t work at the company, I’m sure we’ll see each other often,” you smile at her, but there’s some spice in your words. It was a warning, that you’ll be around, so she shouldn’t try with any funny business.

The way she stares back at you lets you know that the message went through, though you’re not sure how she welcomed it. You can’t read her expression as she smiles and nods before you all take your seats and of course, Alana sits next to Harry.

She really is smart, that you can tell pretty early on and it makes you even madder, because she is not only a bombshell, but she also got the brains, which is highly unfair. It seems like she enjoys the attention that she easily gets from all the men around the table, and while you’re trying not to be bitter, you can’t help but feel tense about her entering your life all of a sudden.

“Everything alright?”

Harry’s hand squeezes your thigh gently under the table, grabbing your attention. Glancing up at him from your plate you nod with a soft smile, even though you want nothing else than leave as soon as possible.

“Yeah, just… got a bit lost in my thoughts.”

“Hope you are not stressing about school again,” he smiles at you curiously, making you laugh.

You’ve been a little all over the place about finishing school, there were times when you really didn’t think you’d finish, but Harry was always the one who pulled you back into reality and made you realize that you got this. He truly is your biggest fan and he is also convinced you have nothing to worry about, you’ll ace everything.

“No, surprisingly,” you chuckle as he smirks at you and leaning closer he kisses your temple.

“You guys look so adorable,” Alana chimes in from Harry’s other side. “How long have you been together?”

“A year and three months,” Harry answers easily. You always get surprised how great he keeps track of it, a lot of men can’t remember dates this well, but not Harry. In fact, for your first anniversary he flew you out to Paris and the two of you spent the most romantic weekend at a luxurious hotel that had the best view of the Eiffel Tower. Though it was your first time in Paris, or even in Europe, you didn’t get to do as much sight-seeing as you hoped, but you don’t mind, because the time you spent at the hotel was just as unforgettable as exploring the city.

“And how did you guys meet?”

“Um,” you hum and then let out an awkward chuckle. “He was a guest at one of my lectures. He asked me out after his presentation,” you tell her giving her the shorter version of what happened.

“Like, university?” she asks, pulling her perfectly shaped eyebrows together.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, so how old are you then?”

You should have expected it. You really should have. But still, you want to slap her across her pretty face to bring it up.

“I’m twenty-two,” you answer with a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh, you’re so young! I wouldn’t have even guessed!” she answers, but you can hear the meaning behind it: “I didn’t think Harry would date a little girl like you.”

As an answer you just give her a forced smile before turning back to your plate, not wanting to carry the conversation on. Bless his soul, Harry is so oblivious to what’s going on between the two women by his sides, but at least he is not giving you a hard time for being jealous.

At one point, Alana excuses herself to go to the restroom and you were planning to go at the same time, but you wait a little so you don’t have to go together. When you think she will be returning any moment you head to the restrooms as well. The room is designed that upon entering the ladies restroom there’s a short corridor and then you have to turn left to arrive to the area with the sinks, the stalls further down. Just as you walk in, you stop at the door upon hearing Alana’s voice who is definitely on the phone with someone.

“No, she is like… ridiculously young. Would have never guessed he would date a girl like her.”

She is talking about you, the sneaky little bitch is gossiping about you!

“I mean she looks pretty, but nothing extraordinary, if you know what I mean.” Your mouth hangs open at her comment. It’s not that you think you are the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the planet, but her words are unnecessarily hurtful, even though she doesn’t know you can hear them.

Leaning against the wall you keep eavesdropping with no hint of shame, if she chooses to talk shit about you publicly, it’s her fault she does it at the wrong place.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she chuckles at something the other person said in the phone. “I was taken aback when I learned that he is not single, but she is no competition. I’ll have him wrapped around my finger in no time.”

Your blood is boiling, this is not how you imagined this morning to go. And the worst thing? You can’t tell Harry. Men are so quick to assume you’re throwing a fuss because you’re insecure and not because it’s the truth and you don’t think he would be different. At least it’s not what you’ve experienced with your previous partners and you don’t want to risk making Harry think that you’re an overly jealous little girl.

Right now, it’s a problem you are facing on your own. And you have to solve it smartly, because there’s too much on the line.

When you hear Alana ending her call in there you quickly leave the restroom and head back to the table, so she doesn’t know you heard her. Harry gives you an odd expression for returning so quickly, but you just tell him you only wanted to wash your hands. Alana soon returns with absolutely no idea that you heard her phone call, which is an advantage for you, but you still have a lot to do to get rid of the woman who is trying to steal your man.

“Leaving without your morning coffee?” Harry asks in surprise on Monday morning when you are rushing around, getting ready to leave a lot earlier than you usually do. Most times he leaves way before you, but now he is still sipping on his coffee when you are about to leave, which is a new thing.

“Yeah, I have an early meeting with a TA who is supposed to help with some of my thesis work,” you explain, putting on some shoes and shoving your notebooks you left on the kitchen island last night into your bag.

“Oh, that sounds great!” he hums, nodding into his mug.

“Yeah. Hopefully this way I’m gonna finish it a little earlier than planned and I’ll have time to double check everything before submitting it.” Rushing over to him you cup his face and kiss his pink lips that now taste like coffee. “See you later?”

“Yeah. Have a good day, I love you.”

“You too and I love you too,” you giggle, before stealing another kiss, then swinging your bag over your shoulder, you’re on your way.

Because there’s still plenty of time before the first classes start, the campus feels awfully empty, just some of the early birds lingering around. As you make your way towards the library, you check the time again to make sure you’re not late. You wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on this TA who is saving your ass with his help. One of your professors offered to link the two of you, his name is apparently Logan, he is doing his masters and his research has a lot in common with yours, so in return for the help he can use some of your data for his work. For you, that’s a fair share and worth the time you save for yourself with having another person next to you.

It’s not hard to spot him, because he is the only one in front of the library, very much looking like he is waiting for someone. He is tall with dark hair and welcoming, warm chocolate eyes. The oversized hoodie doesn’t give away much about his physique, but it couldn’t be that bad, that you’re sure of.

As you walk towards him and he realizes that you’re the person he’s been waiting for, a small smile lights up his face, pushing himself away from the wall before taking a few steps towards you.

“Y/N, right?” he asks and you nod smiling back at him, stretching a hand out for him.

“And you must be Logan.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles softly. “Let’s sit down and have a talk, shall we?”

Luckily, the library opens super early on campus, so you are able to take a table in the far corner where you won’t disturb anyone, not that there are many around so early. You then explain everything you’ve been doing for your research and go into details about the part where you need his help. He listens to you carefully and even takes notes. When you’re done, he tells you what data he’ll be most likely using for his research and then you make up a plan about how you’ll go with the whole thing. He seems super nice and eager to help, so you know the two of you will get along well during this process.

“Thank you so much, you are saving me so much time,” you tell him as the two of you walk out of the library.

“No need to thank. I think it’s beneficial for the both of us,” he smiles at you, swinging his bag to his shoulder. “Where should we meet for our sessions?”

“I’m mostly either around here or at home, but I’m flexible so whatever works for you.”

Logan thinks a little, his eyebrows pulling together as he runs his tongue across his lips.

“Well, the library could always be an option, but I’m not opposed to go to your place to have a little more peace, if you don’t mind it.”

“Sure, both could work for me,” you nod.

The two of you agree on the next time you’ll meet and then part ways. You’re more than satisfied with how it all turned out to be.

This time of the semester has got you a little busy. With the end of your studies nearing, you always have something to do, something to work on, or just simply stress about. The days pass by you in a rush and it all mushes into one big mess, you can’t even tell what day it is.

You get so caught up with school work that for a little while you forget about Alana and only focus on the work you’re doing with Logan, often staying in the library long after your classes. Harry has been full of meetings too lately, the changes coming with Diana’s withdrawal and Alana’s introduction takes up a lot of his time, making him work late sometimes.

But at the end of the day you always go home to each other and for you, that’s all that matters. You’ve sensed that both of you have been in desperate need of some time together that doesn’t end up with one of you dozed out on the couch or in bed. It���s not that you haven’t been in the mood to get intimate with each other, you just didn’t have the energy for it with the workload that’s been towering above both of you.

So on Friday, you cancel on Logan, even though you feel bad about it, but you need to make time for Harry as well.

“It’s all good, I understand,” he smiles at you warmly as you break the news to him. “I’ll work a little on my own tonight, if that’s alright though. My roommate is out of town tonight so I’ll have some peace to go through the data.”

“I wouldn’t want you to do extra work, Logan,” you tell him, definitely not wanting to take advantage of his helpfulness.

“It’s not extra work. Some other day you might be the one working on it alone,” he smirks at you shrugging his shoulders. “It’s fine, honestly. Don’t worry about it. I’ll text you where I ended tonight so you can catch up for the next time we meet, how does that sound?”

“Thank you, that’s a great idea,” you nod, giving him a smile before the two of you part ways.

With a little scheming, you got one of Harry’s assistants to clear out his afternoon, so he can be home on time. Luckily, he wasn’t suspicious at all, he texted you happily that he’d be home by the time you arrive back from school. Little does he know that you’ll be the one waiting for him.

The two of you have gotten so used to Suzan cooking for you, it seemed like a good idea to cook together for once, spending time together, so that’s what you planned. Making a quick trip to the grocery store you buy everything you need for the menu and then head home to change and wait for him in the right attire.

Harry has let you know several times how much he loves seeing you in thigh high stockings, so you’ve bought a nice pair with some lace on the top, matching it with a short dress that will surely drive him crazy if he sees you, the apron covering your front. As you fix your outfit, you can’t help the satisfied grin that tugs on your lips, just when the doorman informs you for your request that Harry has arrived into the building.

Quickly, you put on some soft music and make your way out of the bedroom, waiting for him at the kitchen island with all the ingredients on top of it. He will see you right away when he walks in.

Harry opens the front door thinking that no one is home and he stops in his tracks right away when his eyes fall on your figure. After the momentary surprise, he blinks a few times and you see the tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth as he takes in your attire.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school, miss?” he hums, dropping his stuff onto the couch on his way before he reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist as he pulls you against him, planting a kiss to your lips before you could answer.

“Wanted to surprise you a bit, got ourselves a free afternoon,” you smirk at him coyly, running your hands over his shoulders until you can lace your fingers through his hair at the back of his head.

“So you had something to do with my canceled meetings today?” he narrows his eyes at you, but he is not at all mad at you, of course.

“Maybe,” you shrug innocently.

“And what did you have in mind, wearing this?” he questions, one of his hands sneaking underneath your dress, giving your ass a nice squeeze.

“We are going to cook together and then have sex on every possible surface in the house,” you state confidently.

“In that order? Can we maybe switch them?” he murmurs, his lips already busy kissing along your jawline.

“Yes, so behave a little,” you giggle.

Well, he tries, at first. But you don’t even get through the first few steps of the recipe when he is fucking you from behind in the middle of the kitchen as you hold onto the countertop, your moans and the slapping noises melting together with the music you put on before. As you expected, the stockings really stirred his imagination and he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

When you’re both satisfied, you finally finish dinner and you set the table nicely while he opens a bottle of fine wine.

“Diana asked about you today, she’s been missing you,” Harry tells you over dinner.

“Ah, I’m sorry I haven’t been around the office lately,” you sigh sadly.

“I told her you’re busy with school.”

“I’ll text her sometime, maybe we can have a little shopping spree or something. Also, we have to buy something for her baby shower,” you remind him.

“It’s crazy that she is gonna have a baby soon,” Harry hums, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

“But that’s what she always wanted, right? So it’s a good thing.”

“Of course,” he nods. “I’m happy she found her person, the one she can be happy with for the rest of her life.”

There’s something odd in his tone that you can’t really put your finger on. Something that’s been definitely running in his head for a while, but not wanting to push him, you decide to wait for him to figure it out himself and bring it up to you whenever he wants to.

After dinner you move outside with the rest of the wine, watching the spectacular view of the city at sunset, just talking and enjoying each other’s company in peace. Once the glasses empty out, you definitely get back in the mood to stick to the original plan you had for after dinner, Harry hungrily tearing your clothes off as you get back inside, ready to make up for the busy times lately.

“Are you still my good girl?” he murmurs into your ear, pressing you up against the dining table before biting into your soft skin on your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, his shirt abandoned somewhere on the way from the sliding doors to here.

“Always,” you gasp, sinking your fingers into the hard muscles on his back. He growls as his mouth travels down your chest, taking his time with swirling his tongue around your nipples, giving equal attention to both of them as you basically turn into jelly in his arms. He knows your body so well, almost better than you do, he knows exactly what you need to make you go absolutely feral and desperate for him.

His lips are getting closer to where you need them the most as you lie on top of the table, your legs hooked over his shoulders. But just when he could work his magic, his phone goes off somewhere on the kitchen counter, interrupting the fun you’re having.

“Fuck, let me just mute it, baby. I’ll be back in a second,” he growls, kissing your stomach before rushing over to the device that’s still screaming for his attention.

Panting heavily you push yourself up and watch him grab it, but for your surprise, he doesn’t decline the call right away, just stares at the screen.

“Everything alright?” you call after him.

“I… I think I need to take this,” he answers, looking at you like a sad puppy.

“Do it. I’ll be right here,” you chuckle. He sends you an apologetic smile before answering the call.

“Alana? What is it?”

And just like that, you regret letting him choose the call over you. What does that man stealing bitch want from him when you made sure to clear his schedule? You made sure to have his assistant on board with you to get him just one free afternoon and evening, so why does Alana have to ruin your plans?

Folding your arms over your naked chest, you try to figure out what they could be talking about. It’s a good sign Harry is not trying to hide the conversation from you, but you still don’t like it that you have no idea what she is saying.

“No, that’s not—“ he protests against something. “I told you, I don’t want that to happen.”

If she was here, you’d love to get a hold of that ridiculously smooth looking hair of hers and throw her out for bothering you.

“Lana, that’s not happening. Have you talked to George?”

Lana? Since when is he calling her that? Are they best buds or business partners?

“Fuck, okay, okay! I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just don’t let them sign it.”

And just like that, all your plans go out the window because of Alana. You hop off the table and grab your dress from the floor, already knowing you won’t finish what you started.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Harry sighs, walking back to you just as you put your hair up, trying your best not to lose your temper.

“It’s fine,” you sigh, hoping to make yourself believe it’s the truth. Harry cradles your face in his hands as he forces you to look at him while chewing on your bottom lip, still avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me, please,” he begs you, running his thumbs along your cheeks. At last, you give in and lock eyes with him. “I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t truly important.”

“I know,” you say and it’s the truth, but it still feels like shit. And kind of like a déjà vu, just like when he left you in bed that one time Diana was calling him. Because that turned out to be nothing like what you thought it was, now you’re just trying to keep your cool and not overreact.

“I just… really wanted to be with you without interruption or any of us half asleep.”

“I know, I’m sorry, baby. I wanted it too. I’ll try to take care of this issue as fast as possible and come back so I can make it up to you.” He kisses your lips softly, over and over again until he sees the pout disappearing. You link your arms behind his neck and kiss him properly to let him know you’re not mad at him.

“I’ll be waiting,” you purr against his lips and you can tell how hard it is for him to leave you too just from the way he is clinging onto you.

But then he peels himself off of you and getting dressed quickly he is out the door in a few minutes.

You change into some comfortable clothes and then clean up after dinner, and then just wait around for a while, watching TV, hoping to see Harry walk in anytime, but hours pass by and there’s no sign of him so you decide to make the best out of the extra time.

Texting Logan you want to check where he left off so you can catch up with him in work. He answers right away and after exchanging a few messages you find yourself in a video call with him.

“What happened to your plans?” he asks. From what you see, he is probably in his bedroom, notes and books laid out in front of him, his face illuminated by a little desk lamp.

“Uh, don’t even ask,” you roll your eyes, still pissed at Alana for ruining your evening with Harry.

“Trouble in paradise?” he chuckles.

“No, just a series of unfortunate events, I guess,” you shrug and then get down to work.

You manage to get a lot done together and even when Logan has logged out, you’re still lying in bed, your laptop next to you, notes and books splattered over the covers. At one point, you fall asleep, not making it until Harry arrives back home.

It’s almost midnight when he finally makes it back, exhausted and disappointed in himself he wasted the time he could have spent with you, on work. He sighs deep seeing the cleaned up kitchen before he makes his way into the bedroom from where he sees some light coming. When he sees your sleeping form in bed, your laptop illuminating your beautiful face, his heart breaks knowing you had to end tonight alone, doing school work.

He rids himself of his clothes and before going to take a shower, he gathers your notes and books, careful not to wake you up, putting them to the dresser. Then he grabs your laptop and just as he is about to close it, he sees what’s open on the screen.

Though Logan has been offline for a while, his profile is still open since you forgot to close the tabs and shut the laptop off. His picture catches Harry’s attention and he zooms in on it so get a better look at the guy you’ve been spending time with lately.

It’s not often that Harry feels jealous or even insecure. Confidence has become one with his personality, but when he sees the young, handsome lad’s photo, his stomach drops in an instant. He is quick to jump into scenarios in his head where the two of you are doing more than just school work, because in his thoughts, there is no way a guy like this doesn’t fall for a girl like you. The image throws him down the rabbit hole.

Why wouldn’t you be into the age appropriate guy from school who looks good and is probably smart too. You’ve been raving about how great working with him has been, so you must be hitting it off during your study sessions.

Shutting your laptop he puts it aside as well before locking himself up in the bathroom, taking a cold shower to cool himself off.

He’s been definitely the confident one in the relationship, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been pushing his fears of you leaving him down. With the major age difference, Harry always had a tiny, evil voice in the back of his head telling him how you’ll most likely want to ditch him for a younger guy sooner or later and now these fears have surfaced more than ever.

He loves you more than anything. Can’t even imagine his life without you and even though you never showed any sign of not returning these feelings on the same level, he is now doubting himself more than ever.

Returning to the bedroom you’re still sound asleep as he gets under the covers, he just lies on his side and watches you for a bit, completely and so hopelessly in love with you.

As if you could feel his gaze on you, stirring in your sleep you blink your eyes open and see that he is finally back home with you.

“Hey! Sorry, I fell asleep,” you mumble half asleep as you cuddle closer to him, his arms locking around you, keeping you tight in his embrace.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come in time. I’m so sorry, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your forehead.

“It’s okay. I’m just happy you’re home now,” you mumble with a sigh and the way you call this place home has his heart in a grip.

“I’ll always come home to you,” he whispers back.

It’s a god sent gift that two of your afternoon classes gets canceled on a Tuesday, so you suddenly have the rest of the day freed up instead of sitting in class until five. After Harry mentioned how Diana has been missing you, you shoot her a text asking if she wants to grab a late lunch with you. The past few weeks she’s been pulling herself out of business, working less and less to the point where he only goes to the office just once a week, and today is that day.

DIANA: Absolutely!! I wanted to leave early anyway!

Y/N: Great! I’ll be at the office in thirty!

You try to call Harry too, but he doesn’t answer, so he is probably at a meeting. You reach his assistant and she confirms your suspicions, Harry has been in a meeting for hours and is not expected to be free anytime soon. It’s a bummer you won’t be able to see him, but you’re also not going there for him.

You’re already a well-known face in the office, no one ever questions your presence whenever you drop by, the front desk workers usually greet you with warm smiles when you cross the lobby of the building and head up with the elevator. Today is no different.

Diana has texted you that she has to finish one last call before leaving, so you decide to wait in Harry’s office that’s supposed to be empty since he is at a meeting.

“Hi, Daisy!” you smile at the assistant you’ve come to know well, though she is not the only one, she has two part time helpers to handle the workload she’s been dealing with.

“Oh! Y/N, hi! Mr. Styles is still in his meeting, I’m afraid.”

“It’s okay, I’m here to meet Diana. I’ll just wait for her in Harry’s office, if that’s alright,” you say, already heading towards the door.

“Um, sure, it’s just that… never mind,” she mumbles and you can’t really tell what’s gotten into her.

Pushing the massive double doors open you walk in, expecting the place to be empty, but you stop in your tracks when you see an all too familiar supermodel-like figure, lying on the leather couch Harry has in the corner of the room.

Alana is resting there like she has no worries in the world, her skin tight pencil skirt has ridden up on her thighs, showing off the lace on her stockings, the top few buttons of her shirt undone, giving you a nice view of her cleavage. That’s the state she is lying in your boyfriend’s office.

She opens her eyes at your arrival and her eyebrows rise, as if she has the right to be surprised to see you there when she is the one treating Harry’s office like her bedroom.

“Oh! Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming in!” She sits up, but takes her sweet time to fix her outfit, as if she was doing you a favor with covering herself up.

“Didn’t know I should call you beforehand every time I decide to come by,” you quip with an irritated smile.

“Oh, I’ve been just having the worst migraines and Harry is always so nice to let me use his office to crash! They are still working on mine and this couch is just so comfortable!”

“And your migraine gets better when you undress?” you purse your lips.

Originally, you wanted to keep your cool around Alana, not let her see just how annoyed you are by her, but you just can’t hold yourself back, this woman is crossing the line. What if Harry walked in instead of you, finding her half naked in his office? What’s worse, what if he is totally fine with it?

“Ah, I just got hot for a minute,” she smiles and shrugs innocently as she stands up, your eyes immediately sliding down to her perfect body. There is not even one flaw in this woman’s appearance and you hate her for that. “Harry is busy right now, want me to give him a message?”

“No thank you. I’m waiting for Diana, actually.”

“I see,” she smiles, but there’s nothing nice or even remotely friendly in her expression. “I’m sorry about ruining your plans the other day, Harry told me you weren’t too happy he had to come in.”

“It’s just rather upsetting when you make sure to clear his schedule and he still gets called in, you know?” you smile back at her viciously.

“I understand. But this is how this business works. You can’t really understand if you’re not in it.”

This is for sure an insult on so many levels, but it’s mostly calling you out for not being the right fit for Harry.

“Oh, I understand it just fine, don’t worry.”

“The transition is a stressful time, Y/N. And though I’m doing my best to take over things smoothly, Harry is the real boss, it can’t happen without him. He needs to focus on his business now.”

You’re moments away from slapping that perfect little face of hers, the top of your ears are on fire at this point from the boiling rage inside you.

“How nice of you to watch out for him. I’m sure you know just what he needs,” you smile at her with forced sweetness in your tone and from the look on her face, she must think she really did something here with her little comment, but you’re not done yet. “I make absolutely sure he’s got everything he needs at home though, don’t worry. I know he focuses the best if he gets his pleasure just how he likes it and I’ve been paying extra attention to that. He’s got quite the hunger, if I’m being honest, but it’s such a luck we are so good together in and outside of the bedroom.”

You see the evil glint in her eyes when you talk about sex with Harry, one thing she will never experience as long as you’re breathing. You refuse to let her get her hands on your man, not on your watch.

“Good to hear,” she smiles with blank eyes and clenched jaw and you take this as a win.

The door opens and Diana walks in, her plump belly appearing in your sight before her. She is glowing, even more than before, wearing a baby blue flowy dress that’s got enough room for her bump.

“Hey!” she smiles, her eyes quickly snapping from you to Alana and you notice her tensing up just a tiny bit. “I’m done now, you want to get going?”

“Sure,” you nod before turning back to Alana. “Maybe next time you have a migraine just take some pills,” you scoff at her before walking out of the office with Diana by your side.

“Are you currently plotting Alana’s death?”

Looking up from your food your eyes meet Diana’s over the table and she cocks her head to the side, already knowing the answer to her question.

“Is it that obvious that I despise the woman?” you huff with a frown.

“It’s written all over your face,” she chuckles. “What happened in Harry’s office?”

“If I tell you a secret, would you promise me not to tell Harry?” you ask her in a discreet tone.

“Of course, what’s up?” she nods, cupping her bump as an instinct.

“We had brunch with Alana a while ago, her and some other board members. I went to the restroom and I heard her on the phone. I don’t know who she was talking to, but she was talking about me.”

“What did she say?”

“That basically I’m too young for Harry and I’m no competition for her. She wants him, Diana. She wants to take him from me.” Your throat closes up as you say the words out loud for the first time. You’ve been keeping it to yourself all along, but now that you’re sharing it with someone, suddenly it feels a lot more real.

“You heard her say that?” her mouth hangs open.

“Yeah,” you nod nervously chewing on your bottom lip, poking the food around on your plate.

“I kind of knew something was wrong with her,” she sighs shaking her head. “But why didn’t you tell Harry?”

“Come on, he wouldn’t believe me. He would just tell me I’m jealous for no reason because I’m sure Alana has been acting just fine around him.”

“What if she’s been flirting with him?”

“Then fuck them both!” you snap, but you both start laughing. “If that’s the case he is either oblivious to it and hasn’t even noticed, or he did notice and chose to keep it from me. I don’t know which one is better, if my boyfriend is blind or if he acts blind.”

“Y/N, Harry is obsessed with you. He would never do anything to hurt you.”

“But I’m not like Alana,” you groan. “I’m too young for him, I’m not a business genius like him and I definitely don’t look like Alana.”

“Why would you want to? You look fucking amazing!”

“Not as amazing as she does!” you whine.

“But Harry is in love with you. Does that not matter to you?”

“It does, but is it enough?” you ask the question you’ve been chewing on for a while. Is love enough to keep you together forever? You’re not entirely sure, especially with people like Alana around.

“Honey,” Diana sighs and reaching over she takes your hand in hers. “What I’ve learned from my relationship is that you have to be honest with your partner. If you feel a certain way, you need to share with them and if they truly care about you they will handle it the right way and you’ll get over it together. Keeping this from Harry will probably not end well and as a friend of his, I know he would want to know if you felt this way.”

Deep down you know she is right. It’s childish to keep things from Harry that could poison your relationship. You love him so much, you’d hate it if you messed it up so bad that you end up losing him. It doesn’t matter how scary it is to bring it up, he is your partner and you trust him to treat your emotions and feelings right. Hopefully, he’ll tell you that there is nothing to worry about and Alana is not a threat, at least not to you.

Following your conversation with Diana you’re determined to talk it out with Harry and mentally note to bring it up as soon as possible.

Later in the afternoon you plan to meet up with Logan, but for a change you ask him if he is fine with coming to your place. You’re not quite in the mood to sit around in the library again, today has been way too exhausting to tolerate more people than what’s necessary. He has nothing against the idea so you wait for him at home, setting up your base at the kitchen island with all your notes and your laptop. You’re nearing the end of the phase of data analysis and you can’t wait to get your whole thesis done with already.

The doorman calls up to let you know that Logan is on his way up and you wait for him in the foyer. When he walks in, he stops and looks around with wide eyes, exactly the reaction you were expecting. Not many would think this is how a 22 years old girl lives in her last year of university, most of the people you’re friends with in school share a tiny apartment with more roommates than they probably should while you’re here, living in this luxurious penthouse that’s big enough to hold at least three families.

“Holy shit, Y/N. This is where you live?” he gapes, walking further into the place.

“Well, it’s not exactly my place, it’s my boyfriend’s, I just moved in with him,” you chuckle softly.

“Um, who exactly your boyfriend is?” he asks, following you into the kitchen. It’s not like you go around shouting at everyone that you’re dating Harry Styles, it simply never came up talking to Logan, you’re not hiding Harry.

“Harry Styles, I’m not sure if you’re familiar with—“

“Are you shitting me right now? You’re dating Harry Styles?”

“Yeah,” you chuckles, finding his shock pretty entertaining.

“I once saw the man at a conference, he looks intimidating as hell.”

“That’s just his tough act, he is a softie, I promise you,” you smile. “Alright, let’s get down to work, shall we?”

You easy into hard working mode pretty fast, making great progress with everything that’s left and you even get more done than what you expected. As a break, Logan shows you his work and what he has used your data for so far. It’s not an entirely different topic, but he is surely working on something you would have never thought of and it amazes you how your work fits into the picture. You start talking about school and then everything but school and while you heat up some leftover for the two of you, your thesis gets forgotten pretty soon as the two of you are just having a nice time together.

Harry got to leave the office a lot later than he intended. It’s been so hard to stop at the end of the day and today has been especially tiring so when he finally parks his car in the garage and heads up, all he can think about is to have a nice dinner with you, then make love to you, preferably either on the couch or in bed and then fall asleep with you in his arms.

He is surprised and not in the best way when he walks into his home and hears a male’s voice along with yours coming from the kitchen. His heart leaps upon hearing your bright laughter, but he is definitely not pleased that you’re not alone.

As he approaches the kitchen a broad back and dark haired head comes into his vision, sitting at the kitchen island with you next to him, two empty plates on the counter, your notes, books and laptop shoved to the side. Laughing at something your guest just said, your head is falling back as he is adding something else, but Harry can’t get himself to focus on what he is saying.

Then you see Harry standing there and though he catches the way your eyes light up, he would rather have you here on your own than with a guy who he assumes is Logan, the only guy that could get him to doubt himself.

“H! Hi! I didn’t hear you arriving!”

Hopping off the stool you stride over to him and pull him down for a kiss that softens him for a second, the touch of your lips working like magic on him, but then his eyes land on Logan again and the tension is back in his muscles.

“Hey baby. Didn’t know we were gonna have guests.”

“This is Logan. We were just working a bit.”

“I can… see that,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Mr. Styles, it’s so nice to meet you!” Logan smiles a tad bit nervously as he holds a hand out for him. “I’m Logan Wright.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he nods, giving his hand a firm shake. “I see you guys are having a break huh?” he nods towards the plates and though it’s not obvious, you can feel the slight spite in his tone.

“Yeah, we actually made great progress so decided to just put it aside,” you nod, examining his face with suspicion and you notice how he is avoiding to look at you, it’s making your stomach churn.

“Alright,” he nods. “I’ll be… in the study,” he sighs before turning around to walk out but you stop him.

“Aren’t you hungry? I can heat something for you or even cook something quickly?”

“I’m not hungry,” he answers shortly and with that, he is out of there.

You don’t like how this just went down, not even a bit and you have to get to the bottom of it before it eats you away with everything else you’ve been carrying with yourself.

“Logan, is it okay if we end this session here?” you turn to him with an apologetic look, feeling bad that you’re throwing him out.

“Don’t be silly, I was just about to say I better get going. It’s getting late and you must want to be with your man,” he smiles at you warmly, not even an ounce of anger in his tone.

“Thank you. I’ll text you about our next time, I think that might be our last one with everything we got done today.”

“Yeah, absolutely, we are so close to the end. Thank you for the dinner,” he nods, packing his stuff and swinging his backpack to his shoulder.

You walk him out and thank him for the work again before he leaves and you waste no time to go after Harry. At first it seems like the study’s door is closer, but getting closer you see that it’s open the slightest, almost like a tiny invitation for you to go in.

“Harry?” you call out softly as you push the door open slowly and poke your head in. Sitting at his massive desk he is turned around towards the window behind him, staring out at the twinkling lights of the city’s skyline. Hearing your arrival he turns around, his eyes flicker to you. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” you ask softly, taking a few more steps further into the room and then stopping.

“No, go back to Logan,” he answers and you catch the bitterness in his tone.

“He went home, it’s just the two of us.” You stride closer to the desk and stop right in front of it, folding your arms on your chest, feeling not too welcomed in the room right in this moment. “Something happened at work today?”

“I just had a tiring day.”

“How about a bath together? I can give you a massage, wash your hair…”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Is it because of Logan? Maybe I should have texted you before bringing him here, I’m sorry—“

“It’s your home too, you can do whatever you want, Y/N. It’s fine.”

There are so many concerning thoughts swirling in your mind as you stare down at him while he is avoiding to look at you. It hurts, makes you feel like something is wrong with you, but you have no idea what it is.

Maybe what you’ve been fearing is now becoming reality. Maybe the point where you’re not enough for him has come.

“If there is anything you want to talk about, I’m here,” you manage to speak up, giving him the opportunity to be honest with you. The silence following your words however is painfully long before he speaks up.

“I know. I have to take care of a few things now,” he says and it’s a clear hint for you to get lost.

Swallowing your tears back you turn around and walk out of there as fast as possible.

Harry knows he has lost his rational side and he is being a dick, but he can’t help it. Walking into his home he shares with you and seeing you have a blast with another man just set his worst insecurities free inside his head and he has no idea how to deal with it.

He has never felt this way before.

Sending you away when all he wanted was to hold you in his arm was a mistake he made out of spite and jealousy and though he knows he is acting like a caveman, the thought of losing you is scaring him to death.

Especially these days when he’s been planning to do something major, something that he never thought he would ever do in his life.

Standing from his chair he walks over to the safe where he keeps some of his most important documents, some money in case of emergency and there is one more thing sitting there. Punching the code in which is the day the two of you met, the safe opens and his eyes land on the tiny, blue jewelry box that’s been hiding in there for months now.

He knew he wanted to marry you for a long time. Maybe not since day one, but he definitely didn’t need much time to fall for you harder than ever and it sparked the idea of marriage in him very early on. He bought the ring just days after your one year anniversary and he’s been trying to figure out the best way possible to propose.

But the more he’s been plotting, the more scared he is getting that you might not be feeling the same way. What if it’s all too fast to you or worse, you don’t plan to stay with him for the rest of your life like he does?

Seeing you with Logan today just strengthened his ridiculous fears for some reason. You seemed so carefree and happy around him, he can’t help but think how Logan might be a better match to you than he is.

He takes a look at the ring and tries to clear his head and control his emotions. There is so much he has to figure out, but he knows one thing for sure. He doesn’t want to lose you and the way he acted was unacceptable. Placing the box back into the safe he shuts it closed before taking a deep breath and heading out of the room to look for you.

As he nears the bedroom he hears your shaky breathing coming from inside and it shatters his heart.

“Baby?” he calls out, walking into the room and finding you sitting on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, your forehead resting on them. Your head snaps up at his voice and you’re quick to wipe your cheeks, trying to hide the fact that you were crying, but it’s obvious.

Crossing the room he approaches the bed and sits beside you, unsure what to do at first, but then he places a hand to your knee and when you straighten your legs out, it moves up to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he breathes out, while you chew on your trembling bottom lip.

“For what exactly?”

“For… being a dick. I didn’t mean to, I just… I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“But I told you that you can talk to me about anything! And instead of opening up to me you just…” You take a deep breath, swallowing down your tears again as you shake your head.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just came home and saw you laughing around with that guy and I lost my temper, okay?”

You blink at him, trying to comprehend his words, make it make sense how laughing with Logan pissed him off, because it just sounds way too absurd right now.

“What are you talking about?” you breathe out.

“I fucking hated seeing you with him,” he growls clenching his jaw.

“Seeing me with him? We were working on my thesis, Harry.”

“It didn’t look like that,” he answers right away, his anger and jealousy starting to bubble in his chest again. “I don’t like that he is around you.”

“I repeat, we are working on my thesis, he has helped me so much with my analysis, I would be nowhere without him. Why are you making it to be something it’s not?”

“How do I know it’s not?” he snaps suddenly, once again losing his temper and deep down he knows it’s not how he should be dealing with the situation, but right now he is seeing red. Jumping to his feet he starts pacing the room, his hands on his hips and his chest is heaving. “How do I know what’s happening during these study sessions?!”

“Harry, do you even hear yourself? This is fucking nonsense!” you snap back, taken aback by the accusation. “And if I’m being honest, very ridiculous coming from you,” you add scoffing. He stops and looks at you with his eyes practically on fire.

“And what does that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you being jealous of Logan is basically a joke when you’re working with Alana! She is fucking obsessed with you and I know for a fact she is trying to seduce you!”

“You’re just making this up to cover your mess right now. Alana would never do anything, Y/N, where is this even coming from?!” he raises his voice, but you are not gonna shut up this time. It’s not how you planned to bring the issue up, but you will not let him accuse you of cheating when he is the one working closely together with the woman who wants to fuck him.

“It’s coming from facts! I’ve heard her talking about it before and when I was at the office last time she was fucking sprawled out on your couch with her blouse unbuttoned, like an open invitation for you to fuck her!”

“What the hell are you talking about, no one is allowed in my office when I’m not there!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! She said you invited her to use the couch! Don’t try to make me believe it’s all a lie!”

“But it is, you fucking made it up because you’re fucking your little study buddy!” he barks and his words are like punches in your stomach.

“You’re the only person I’m trying to fuck, but you’re always out there up in Alana’s ass, or should I call her Lana? Is that how you call her when you fuck her in your office? Just tell me!”

“I’m not fucking Alana! She is my business partner, what’s so hard to understand about that?”

“And what’s so hard to understand about me not fucking Logan and Alana wanting to hop on your fucking dick?” you scream back, louder than you’ve ever been in a fight. Tears are streaming down your face as you’re kneeling on the bed and he is standing at the end of it, the two of you staring at each other with heaving chests and red faces from the heated fight. You’ve had arguments before, but none of those were anything like this. Not even close.

“It’s so fucking typical, that you see a pretty woman and think that she is someone you have to compete with. But news flash, Alana did nothing wrong, she’s been nothing but professional. Can you say the same thing about your little friend?”

After the screaming and shouting he is now talking rather quietly, but it just makes his words even more sinister. And you’re done with explaining yourself for something you never did.

Without giving him an answer, you get up from the bed and rush into the wardrobe, grabbing one of your bigger handbags and start throwing everything you need for the next few days into it. Harry appears at the door and looks at you with bewildered and confused eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” you ask with a sniffle, pushing your way past him out of the wardrobe and into the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“It is! Why are you leaving, Y/N?”

“Because I won’t just stay here and listen to your accusations when I did nothing wrong! And if you don’t fucking believe me about Alana, I’ll not fight against her just to be treated as a liar, Harry!” you snap back and something breaks in Harry.

“Wait, no! Please, don’t go, Y/N. I’m sorry, let’s just talk this out, just please don’t leave!”

He runs after you as you return to the wardrobe again, grabbing a hoodie and tugging it over your head, getting ready to leave.

“I need space, Harry,” you tell him when he tries to touch you but you jerk away. “I need to think things over.”

“Baby, just stay here, please. I’ll sleep in another room, I swear I won’t bother you, just please don’t leave!” he begs, but you still don’t stop. With the bag and a pair of boots you storm out with Harry following you right behind.

“How come you’re begging me now, but when I was telling you about an issue, you didn’t even take me seriously? You made me appear like a liar and a cheater, Harry. And I’m neither of those.” Dropping your boots in the foyer you start to pull them on, knowing well nothing can make you stay at this point.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for the way I reacted, I was a dick. I just don’t think that Alana would do anything to hurt you or me.”

“See, it doesn’t matter what you think. I, as your partner, told you about an issue and instead of believing me and treating it with care, you used it against me and accused me. And that’s exactly why I was afraid to tell you about it.”

Harry watches you get ready to leave and he is paralyzed, shattered to see you leave because he hurt you so badly you don’t even want to stay in the home you share with him.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice barely more than just a whisper. “Please, I won’t go after you, I just want to know you’ll be somewhere safe.”

“I’ll probably go to Cece’s.”

“And when are you coming back?”

“I don’t know, Harry. I need some… time to think. I think you need that too.”

He wants to protest, he wants to beg you to stay, but he knows he has to let you go now, however painful it is.

When you get into the elevator and turning around face him, your heart breaks seeing him so lost and broken as he just stands there and watches you leave.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out just as the doors close.

Even though you call ahead Cece is shocked to see you at her place with your stuffed bag and red, puffy eyes, because of course, you cried through the whole way to her place in the taxi.

“Come on, I’ll make you a tea,” she urges, inviting you inside.

You don’t tell her what happened, you don’t want to talk about it even for a second. Luckily, Cece accepts your silence and lets you be. That night you cry yourself to sleep in your best friend’s guest bedroom, spending the night away from the man you love the most for the first time in so long and it slowly rips you apart.

Harry arrives to the office after getting zero sleep last night. How could he even rest his eyes without having you home? He couldn’t stop thinking about everything he did wrong, which is a lot, and it was easy for him to fall down the rabbit hole.

He fucked up. Big time. He shouldn’t have even brought up Logan, he’s got no idea why it triggered him so badly and why he couldn’t communicate his issues like the grown man he is supposed to be. He knows if he doesn’t figure out how to win you back, he’ll lose his whole world.

He is basically a zombie walking around his office all morning. Zoning out, missing phone calls, only thinking about you and if you truly hate him by now, not wanting to do anything with him.

He is so deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear the knock on his door, only snap back to reality when he sees Alana walking in. The sight of her brings back even more pain from last night and he needs to take a deep breath to keep himself collected.

“I sent you over the new versions of the Maxwell contracts, have you checked them out?” she asks, walking closer to his desk.

“Erm, no, sorry. I haven’t. I will do it now,” he clears his throat opening up his emails.

“Everything alright? You seem very… off,” Alana softly speaks, tilting her head to the side.

“I just… Y/N and I had a big fight last night, I’m just worried.” The news are like an angel’s song to Alana, a window thrown open just for her to climb in and never leave. Walking closer with a daring move she sits sideways onto his desk, but he is so distracted he doesn’t even notice how much she is showing from her thigh, his eyes glued to the screen, though he can barely comprehend anything he is reading.

“I’m so sorry, do you want to talk about it? I’m happy to listen,” she coos softly.

“I was just a dick to her. A complete asshole, I don’t blame her for hating me.”

“What happened?”

“This guy was there when I got home last night.”

“She cheated on you?” she gasps, assuming the worst right away, but Harry frowns shaking his head.

“No, of course not. I know she would never do it, he is just helping her with her thesis works. They did nothing, it wasn’t even a fishy situation, I just… lost my temper over seeing her with someone who is younger and probably a better fit for her. I started acting like a dick, even made her cry… I was horrible to her.”

“It sounds like you two are not really on the same page.”

“It was just a momentary slip. I love her, I want to be with her. I just have to figure out how to get her to forgive me,” he sighs leaning back in his seat. “I think I’m gonna take the day off, Lana. I can’t fucking focus on anything.”

“Why don’t you sleep on it a bit? It’s still so fresh, maybe you should think things through.” Alana is quick to try to change his mind, not wanting to let him run back to you this fast.

However Harry finally picks up on what might be happening. Looking up he realizes the way she is sitting on his desk and the sugarcoated meaning behind her words and all of a sudden, everything starts to make sense.

“You know what else came up last night? You.”

“Me?” she smiles innocently. “What about me?”

“She said you’ve been actively trying to seduce me. Do you know anything about that?”

“Come on, that is ridiculous, I would never do that,” she laughs, but Harry doesn’t find the situation that funny.

“Have you been in my office when I wasn’t here?”

“What?” she asks, her mouth going dry. “Everyone knows no one is allowed in here but Y/N when you’re not here. I would never break your rules.”

“Then why did she tell me you were lying on my couch when I was at a meeting the other day?”

“That’s ridiculous, I’m pretty sure she made that up, I haven’t even seen her in a while,” she scoffs, but Harry sees through him, finally.

Pushing himself back from his desk he stands up and heads towards the door. Alana jumps to her feet, panic rising in her guts.

“What are you doing? Do you not believe me?”

Harry walks out of the office without bothering to answer her, heading straight to Daisy’s desk. The assistant’s head snaps up right away and she squares her shoulders upon seeing her boss standing in front of her.

“Daisy, has Alana been in my office when I wasn’t here?” he asks, panic washing over the young girl as her eyes switch to Alana’s form standing not too far away, a ruthless look on her face.

“I, uhh—“

“Daisy, look at me,” Harry tells her and the girl obeys. “You’re not in trouble, just tell me the truth. Has she been in my office before when I wasn’t here?”

Daisy hesitates, but nods at last.

“She… She heard me on the phone with Y/N the other day, she knew she was coming in and she just walked in. I tried to tell her she can’t be in there, but she said you said it was fine. I’m so sorry, Mr. Styles, I—“

“Don’t worry, Daisy. Clear my schedule for the rest of the day, will you?”

“Of course,” the assistant nods eagerly, getting down to work right away as Harry heads back into his office.

“Harry, come on! Do you really believe her? Daisy has hated my guts since day one!” Alana tries, following Harry as he gets back to his desk, the lack of emotions on his face is alarmingly upsetting.

“Daisy has been working here for years and I trust her with everything. Unlike you. Now, I want you to pack your stuff, you’re done.”

“Done?” she gasps with a surprised chuckle. “What do you mean done?”

“That you’re no longer working here. We’ll arrange the paperwork and have you come in to sign your resignation.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“I’m very serious.”

“Even if this crazy story was true, how does that affect my job here?” she scoffs, folding her arms on her chest.

“I will not work with someone who I can’t trust, who tries to hurt me and my loved ones. Your character does not fit into the picture we are building around here.”

“For fuck’s sake! Are you really throwing me out because your whiny little girlfriend is insecure?” she gapes at him, definitely not able to control her emotions like Harry can. “It’s nonsense, you can’t be that into her!”

In the meantime, Harry is packing his stuff up without a bother, getting ready to leave as soon as possible so he can beg for you to forgive him, that’s all that matters right now.

“Harry, stop, let’s talk this out!” she begs, quickly dropping the confident act and trying everything she can to save herself.

“Leave,” he simply tells her, grabbing his phone and briefcase.

“Harry, I just—“

“Leave!” he barks. “I don’t want to see you again. And if you come near me or my girlfriend again, I will get a fucking restraining order against you. It’s not just an empty threat.”

Alana is frozen and devastated, just stares after Harry as he walks out of the room without another word. It’s over for her. She lost.

She lost against you. Not that she ever stood a chance.

You didn’t expect to have another study session so soon with Logan, but he said he wouldn’t make any other days work in the next two weeks so you have to finish your work today. Though you wanted nothing more than to go back to Cece’s place after your classes and just sleep the pain away, you agreed to meet up with Logan.

The night was a total disaster, you barely had just a few hours of sleep and even when you managed to rest, you kept having nightmares of Harry and Alana, walking in on them in a situation you wish to never witness. It still feels surreal, how you parted ways with Harry last night. Everything happened so fast and you felt betrayed by the man you’d do anything for. The way he couldn’t take you seriously about Alana and just kept accusing you felt like a knife was stabbed into your chest with every word that left his mouth.

And the worst part is that you still love him.

You still have no idea what to do, leaving him would destroy you, but staying with him right now feels just as painful.

You’re on your way to the library when your phone starts ringing, it’s Logan.

“Hey, I’m almost there,” you say answering the call.

“Change of plans. Can you meet me in room B23?”

You stop in your tracks, already in front of the library, but you turn around and make your way towards building B.

“Okay, but what happened?”

“Oh, I just, I had class there and asked the professor if we could use the room, thought it would be a bit better. You know where it is?”

“Sure,” you huff. You know that room pretty well, it’s where you had your class with Professor Robertson, the one where you met Harry. You can never pass the room without thinking back at that day and though most of the time it warms your chest, now you have bittersweet feelings about it.

Building B is close to the library, so you’re still on the phone with Logan when you’re nearing the room.

“Are you almost here?” he asks over the phone.

“Yeah, just a minute and I’m there. What’s up? You sound so exciting,” you hum.

“I just can’t wait to finish with the work, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess. Okay, I’m walking in now, see you in a sec,” you chuckle, ending the call. Slipping your phone into your bag, you let out a long sigh and push the door open, expecting Logan to be in there, but you freeze when someone else welcomes you.

“Hi,” Harry breathes out, standing by the teacher’s desk.

“Harry, what are you… Where’s Logan?” you ask, looking around, but it’s just the two of you.

“He is not coming. I asked him to help me a little to get you to come here.”

“What?” you huff, not entirely sure what this is about.

“I knew you probably wouldn’t come here if I asked you, so I’m sorry for playing you, but I just had to talk to you.”

You don’t reply, mostly because you have no idea what to say, so you just keep standing there and he uses the opportunity to tell you what he wants.

“Y/N, I am so sorry for yesterday. I lost my head completely when I saw you with Logan and couldn’t control my emotions. I know it’s not an excuse for the way I acted, but I really am sorry.”

“I just don’t know what was so upsetting about it!” you sigh, folding your arms on your chest.

“It’s nothing you did. It was… I got scared. I saw you with a guy who is your age and smart and he made you laugh and I got scared that one day you might realize that I’m not what you want.”

“Harry,” you deflate, especially seeing the hurt in his eyes. There’s no question he is telling you the truth.

“I know, but I’ve been fighting this feeling for a while. I’m always worried that I’m not the right person for you and I let my insecurities take over me. And the whole Alana thing? You were right.”

“What? Did she do something?” you ask in panic.

“She just tried to turn me against you this morning, but I could finally see clearly. Daisy told me that she really was in my office, just like you said. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, I was just… I was too hung up on my issues that I couldn’t see the whole picture.”

“You really didn’t notice anything on her?”

“I didn’t,” he chuckles bitterly. “But only because I’m so fucking in love with you that I see no one else when I have you.”

“You’re so sappy,” you say, the tiniest smile finally tugging on your lips and Harry finally dares to walk closer to you.

“I am and an idiot and such an asshole. I’ve been just so scared that you’d end up breaking my heart, I wasn’t thinking.”

When he is finally standing in front of you, with a moment of hesitation he reaches up to your face at last and cups your cheeks in his palms. His heart leaps out of his chest when you lean into his touch.

“I’ve been scared too,” you speak up quietly.

“About what?”

“The same thing,” you admit truthfully. “That you realize that I’m just a stupid little girl.”

“Oh baby. You’re everything to me,” he breathes out, kissing your forehead. “You’re my good girl,” he smirks. “No, you are my best girl.”

“Stop,” you chuckle even though tears are dwelling in your eyes.

“But it’s the truth. I could never be with anyone else, you’re everything I need and want… God, we’ve been so stupid.”

“Yeah, very stupid,” you chuckle through your tears as your arms wrap around his waist and you bury your face into the crook of his neck. He holds you tight for a bit before pulling back, way too soon for your liking and you’re just about to complain, but he is the first one to speak up.

“And that’s why we need something better to remember this time for.” Before you could ask what he meant by that, he lets go of you and taking just a tiny step backwards, you watch him get down on one knee and you almost faint.

“Harry!” you gasp, seeing him pull out a little jewelry box as he looks up at you with tears shimmering in his eyes while you’re full on crying already.

“Y/N, the moment I saw you in this exact room I was blown away by you. I couldn’t take my eyes off you and I knew I needed to see you again. Thank god that idiot Nick gave me the chance to talk to you, that’s the best thing he has ever done in his life,” he chuckles and you laugh with him through your tears. “I fell for you fast, though we messed it up a bit back then too, both of us so stubborn to just speak up about our feelings, but I’ve been the happiest since then, getting to share my life with you, coming home to you, it’s been my absolute favorite thing and I know that I want to have it for the rest of my life.” He pops the lid of the tiny box open and you gasp seeing the massive diamond ring inside. “These past few days just made me realize even more that you’re everything I need and want in life. So… Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You’re in shock, you made up just moments ago after your worst fight ever and now he is proposing to you. It’s more than what you can process in such a short time.

“Are you asking me to just make up for the fight?” you ask with trembling lips. “Because I really want to marry, but I don’t want you to feel pressured, I forgive you without the ring,” you add as tears keep rolling down your cheeks.

“Baby, I’ve had this ring for months,” he chuckles, finding it cute how you’re making an excuse. “I was already planning to propose, but I couldn’t find the right moment.”

“So, you mean it? You really want to marry me?” you breathe out, most likely looking like a mess, but Harry still thinks you’re the prettiest thing on earth.

“I would be crazy not to,” he smirks. “So, what do you say?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, I want to marry you!” you cry out, throwing yourself into his arms, sobbing and gasping, a complete emotional mess, but happier than you’ve ever been. When you pull back and kiss him, your lips are wet from your lips and you can barely breathe, but you just need to feel him and taste him.

“Let me put the ring on,” he chuckles against your lips, the two of you are kneeling on the floor, but you couldn’t care less. Harry takes the ring out of the box and you watch as he puts it onto your finger with so much care before kissing it lovingly. You throw yourself at him again, just hugging each other in silence, bathing in the joyous moment that’s the first one of the rest of your lives.

“I love you,” you mumble against his neck, still in shock that all of this just happened.

“I love you too. My beautiful, good girl,” he hums, kissing the side of your face over and over again as he keeps you tight in his arms, never planning to let go of you.

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[erodasfishtacos]

i have an idea for gangrry

what if one of Harry’s old one night stands sees y/n with harry and warns her that he’s just gonna use her for sex like he did with her and y/n is just like he’s my husband and father of my kids 😐✋

Irrevocably Hers

prompt: ^^

warnings: mentions of drugs, abortion, child neglect

an: hi welcome to night one of Eroda’s Week of Fics. Enjoy, mini tacos!

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-

YN and Harry were with his associates at one of the higher end cigar bars on the north side of London and it was nearly one in the morning.

The babies were tucked away safely at home with their trusted nanny and team of security but they didn’t like leaving them for too long.

It was a deal for a large quantity of weapons from off the coast of Greece.

YN was being the typical eye-candy distraction so no one found their dealings suspicious, it was hard to pay attention to anything other than the beautiful woman in a sexy red cutout dress ***.

When the foreign men get up to order another round for the table, YN saunters over to her husband, and smiles when his ringed hand automatically cups the back of her neck possessively.

“You look like a fucking wet dream tonight, darlin’. Y’gonna put out tonight? Let me fuck you till you cry?” He rasps quietly, his eyes constantly darting to ensure their security.

YN’s voice is low, so no one else could have a chance at hearing, “Do…do you think the babies are okay? Olive was so fussy before we left. I’m just anxious that they’re okay.”

“Brat, our babies are fine. I have the security cameras connected m’phone and I’ve been checking on them every couple of minutes,” He tells her lowly, his thumb rubbing the ridge of her spine to soothe her.

And he wasn’t lying, when she looks down - his phone is on his lap and the screen is dimly lit with a view of their twins cribs as they sleep safely and soundly.

It was just….YN had to still pinch herself at what a good father her husband was to their children from a man who swears that he’s never felt love for anyone before YN - he’s changed so much.

-

“Can you leave me alone?” YN hisses at him, shoving him back and storming down the dark corridor of the club.

“Get the fuck back here,” Harry barks with irritation, storming after the girl to grip her shoulder and pull her backwards.

She whips around, a open palm connecting with his check, “Don’t touch me.”

And it has him shoving her against the wall, making the framed pictures shake as their nearly nose to nose, “Tell me where y’put my god damn keys, I know y’stole ‘em. I need to leave.”

“Why? Have a wife and baby at home?” YN scoffs, eyes blazing with irritation and challenge - but she’s not trying to get away - their lips are almost touching.

Harry let’s out a low laugh, “Fuck that. I’ll never have a wife and kid to go home to. Love doesn’t fuckin’ exist and I’d rather shoot myself than have a kid.”

-

Little did he know that a few years later he would have two little clones of himself at home that he loved unconditionally and would die for at any given moment to protect.

He learned love through YN teaching him that if existed, even when she doubted it did at some points.

Harry didn’t understand (or really want to) how people loved so many others - he had his wife and his two babies and that’s all he needed.

“See? They’re perfect, know I’d never let anythin’ happen to them,” He reminds her, grip on her neck tightening to pull her in for a rough kiss before the men arrive back and she pulls back, fluttering her eyes at them.

“I could have gotten those drinks for you!” YN remarks with an airy, overly generous tone as she smiles like they’re the most impressive men on earth.

“Don’t hurt yourself, dear. Just stay there and look pretty,” One of the men simpers with a congested chuckle as Harry has to hold back his protectiveness.

“Yes sir,” She nods with a faux giggle, running her hand over the man’s shoulder before she leans over to whisper in his ear, “I appreciate the compliment.”

The older man definitely appreciates the feel of her breasts on his back and her lips near ear as she keeps eye contact with her husband.

His jaw is clenched, watching intently as his wife’s fingers deftly dip down into the man’s suit pocket to snatch his phone before quickly standing up and hiding it behind her back.

Harry is always impressed by his wife’s skills, he had to constantly swallow down the urge to grab and mark her up during these types of meetings but he would save that for later.

“Would you leave us the fuck alone, bitch?” Harry barks out to YN, men unaware they were married - thought Harry had just brought some arm candy.

“Sorry, Diablo,” She murmurs obediently, moving to head back to the bar to resume her position.

He can’t help but smack her arse with a bit of force before shaking his head to the men, playing the role, “Atleast she’s got a nice arse, pathetic girl.”

They agree, like the disgusting pigs they are, and YN can’t wait for her repayment when they get home - Harry acting this way during their meetings towards her meant soft, loving time together later.

YN takes her place back at the bar, slipping the phone into her purse before she orders another drink - just a sprite.

A beautiful, leggy brunette saddles up next to her at the bar, ordering a cosmo before she looks YN up and down with a judgemental stare.

“Are you Harry’s bed warmer this week?” The girl smiles with a condescending lift in her voice as she sips her alcohol.

YN raises her eyebrow, trying to swallow down a rude remark back but instead just plays clueless, “Oh, you know him?”

The girl kisses the back of her teeth, a stormy look passing over her face, “Not anymore. A few years back, we hooked up once at a club but he’s an asshole. You better watch it, he’s just going to use you to get off and then move on to the next one.”

“Maybe you two just didn’t connect?” YN offers, still playing dumb as she watches out of the corner of her eyes as Harry finishes up the deal - shaking hands and standing up.

Legs laughs in disbelief, “If we didn’t connect, you two definitely wouldn’t. He’s going to use you and drop like he always has done. He’s just a scumbag.”

YN is absolutely delighted when Harry steps up to the two of them, he hates having to treat his wife like that during their schemes despite how they originally treated each other.

His tattooed hand comes to her jaw, pulling her in for an explicit kiss in front of the brunette. He doesn’t hold back, tongue slipping into her mouth to show her who he belongs to.

“Can I fuckin’ help you?” Harry barks at the girl who’s staring at them - he doesn’t recognize her at all and doesn’t care to.

“I was just telling your new girl of the week that you’re gonna use her for sex and drop her,” She shrugs, trying to puff her chest out with fake confidence.

Harry’s eyes light up with a secret humor that he shares with his wife, he looks at YN and grins wickedly, “Hear that brat? I guess I need t’drop you.”

“I must be a record, five years is a long time for a bed warmer,” YN giggles, welcoming her husband’s hand resting on her inner thigh.

“Can’t help it, y’got the best cunt I’ve ever been in,” He shrugs crudely, his other hand coming up to thumb at her bottom lip, “Never had m’cock sucked as well as you do it.”

YN bites just thumb - making his eyes darkening with desire as he wants to shove two fingers in her mouth to press on her tongue to make her gag.

“Guess that’s why you married me, huh?” She sighs dramatically, gathering her purse over her shoulder and hopping off the stool.

The girl’s mouth is gape open, eyes widening in utter surprise as Harry takes her hand, intertwining them before saying one last thing to the brunette.

“And how about you mind your own business? Don’t ever speak t’my wife again. Just because you aren’t anything near special doesn’t mean you need t’be so desperate,” Harry chuckles meanly before turning away without another glance.

When they’re out of earshot, on their way to the vallet, YN mutters, twinged with a bit of irritation, “She said you two hooked up in a club bathroom.”

As they’re waiting for their car to be pulled around, Harry can’t help but huff in a bit of disbelief at his wife’s disgruntled tone.

“I don’t fuckin’ remember her. Cut it with the jealously, yeah? You know I belong to you. You act like you didn’t dance with arse naked in a club f’years for people.”

Now who has jealously in their words?

“Doesn’t mean I slept with any of them,” She quips, she did not sleep with any men she had ever met at the club…except for Harry.

“You gonna sleep with me?” His voice is dangerously low, his hand slips through the cutout of her dress to palm at her belly, “Yeah, y’gonna put out tonight. Right brat?”

YN wants to roll her eyes at how turned on he’s making himself but she kisses his jaw softly and shrugs, “If you think you deserved it. You smacked my bum and called me a bitch.”

“Never mean that,” He replies with a growl, “Did I hit y’nice and hard?” His hand moves to her backside, squeezing a cheek with a firm grip.

“Mmm, it hurt,” Her voice kittenish to make him bristle at the tone, her bottom lip poured out like she was injured.

“Isn’t that sad? Shouldn’t have married Diablo if y’didn’t want to get fucked up a bit,” Harry chastised, he is standing broad behind her, pushing his hips into hers.

-

The sexual tension eases during the car ride, YN can actually sense Harry’s anxiety when it’s usually the opposite.

“What’s wrong?” YN asks, his free hand was placed in her lap and she was running her fingers over the tattooed name of their daughter on his knuckles.

“S’nothin’,” Harry doesn’t even take a moment to think before responding, even after multiple years together - he still struggled to talk about his feelings because no one had cared about them before her.

“Don’t lie to me,” YN replies sharply, frustration at his unwillingness to talk sometimes, “Just talk to me.”

His voice is a low rasp, shrugging like it’s not a big deal when he says, “Just miss the babies. Don’t like bein’ away from them.”

YN’s demeanor softens, rubbing his hand and bringing it up to her lips.

He’s avoiding eye contact because he’s embarrassed by the vulnerability, is always like this after he admits something that makes him look “weak”.

He’d only ever be this way with his wife.

“Well that’s why we’re going home to them. Only been gone about three hours,” YN replies, eyeing the clock on the dashboard.

“S’too long. What if they think we’re not coming’ back? I don’t want them t’get scared,” Harry grunts aggressively, he’s not angry with her but he just…he never wants them to be sad or afraid.

YN kisses his knuckles, “They’re not you, H. Remember that please.”

“Bloody never goin’ t’be. How could parents just fuckin’ leave their kid at home for days on end? Without the ability to find food or clean water?” Harry roars, the sound reverberating of the luxe interior.

YN continues to pepper kisses on his knuckles, to support him because that’s what he needs right now - just someone who will listen and not talk.

“Fuckin’ only reason I survived was from figuring out how t’turn on the god damn tub faucet,” Harry scoffs without humor, “Then they come home four days later and throw a bag of crisps at me t’make up for it.”

“Not m’fuckin’ babies. Never be hungry, cold, thirsty, none of that. They’ll always get what they need and never want for anythin’. I used to wish I had a fuckin’ carton of juice, daydream about it,” He swallows harshly, his hand was white from where it was gripping the steering wheel too hard.

Neither say anything as they pull into their heavily guarded home.

He gets out and opens her door like a gentleman, gripping her hand tightly enough to ache as they walk the stairs to the twins nursery.

Harry’s chest deflates, must be in relief, when he sees with his own eyes that they were safe in their cribs.

Beau was out like a light, on his back with a binky half-way out of his mouth and legs curls up - it looked uncomfortable but apparently not.

As for Olive, she was sitting up with her pacifier between her full lips and when she sees her parents, she yanks it out of her mouth and tosses it.

Harry had to let out a chuckle, she was much for fiesty like her mum whereas Beau was more quiet, calculating like his dad.

“Mumma! Daddy!” Olive squeaks happily, standing up and grasping onto the bars to await them coming closer, bouncing with excitement.

“Shush, Ollie. Don’t want to wake up y’brother,” Harry simpers lowly, scooping up the sleep-warm toddler and just hugging her so tightly into his chest, “I missed you so much, lil’ brat.”

And when she instantly nestles into his hard chest with a content squeak and her little hand rests on his neck, tucking around the chain - well fuck, he’s so gone for her.

It makes all those nasty feelings that were conjured up in the car disappear because this little child radiates so much love from such a small body.

YN can tell Harry needs a moment, she kisses Olive’s forehead and murmurs a few sweet words before rubbing her husband’s shoulder and leaving the nursery.

Harry slumps into the plush, velvety rocking chair - rearranging his baby until she’s tucked neatly onto the cradle of his arm.

“Dadadada,” She babbles lowly, green eyes heavy as she blinks up at him - thick, long lashes casting shadows on her warm cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah m’your daddy,” Harry murmurs back, flexing his leg until he starts a slow rocking rthymn - he hates feeling this emotional.

Sometimes he just still can’t believe he was a father, it was something he never ever dreamed of doing or wanting to do until he met YN.

“I’m home now. You can go to sleep, sweet thing,” Harry comforts her, she struggled to sleep when her parents weren’t home and that hurt his chest to think about.

She continues to babble for a little but isn’t squirmy, just gazing lovingly up her father and at one point, tugs at his hand until she can wrap her small hand around his index finger.

He didn’t understand how his parents could have not cared about, neglected him, and have left him for dead multiple time.

When Olive and Beau were placed into his arms after a long labor, it felt like the world shifted a few inches, and life was completely different.

Everything in his body screamed to take care of them, not just the necessities but to love and make them as happy as he could.

-

“I might be pregnant,” The brunette tells him seriously, if he squints - he vaguely remembers sleeping with her a month or two ago.

Harry doesn’t have time for this bullshit, he never fucked a random broad without a condom - knew girls lied about being on birth control.

Many girls have tried it on the past, wanting to be the one who finally tamed Diablo but it was likely, he wouldn’t finish inside them even with a rubber.

He’s in the middle of a business meeting at the club, didn’t have time for this, “Get rid of it then. And don’t ever fuckin’ talk to me again.”

-

But when YN had told him she was definitely pregnant with his child, it was a monumental, life-altering event.

After a few minutes of rocking, Olive’s eyes finally fluttered shut and stay that way, puffy pink lips parting as her breathing steadies out.

Very carefully, Harry shuffles his daughter back into her crib and pulls her little fleece blanket over her shoulders, places her binkie that she chucked next to her in case she wants it at some point.

Beau was still asleep, splayed on his back with no care in the world - he could sleep through anything without stirring.

The white-hot tension that was palpable in the bar and while they were waiting for their car had dissipated with Harry’s admission of emotions.

YN was sat in the middle of the bed in a soft cotton nightgown, flipping through a parenting magazine about making organic baby food.

Harry leans against the doorframe, a soft smile gracing his face as he watches her, “I really domesticated you, hm? Tough lil’ thieving stripper turned best mum looking through baby magazines.”

The magazine getting thrown directly at him shouldn’t be a surprise.

His grin widens like the cat who got the cream, stalking towards the bed like he’s now after the mouse who’s glaring at him from their bed.

“You’re the one to talk. You left a drug deal early last night to make sure you were home to help me bathe the babies,” YN accuses defensively, holding herself and eyeing her husband viciously as he knees onto the bed.

“Mm,” Harry agrees shamelessly, hand wrapping around her ankle to pull her closer, “S’not a bad thing, brat. Love that you’re a proper mumma. It’s so sexy.”

YN twists her lips a bit, in disagreement but spreads her legs to let Harry in between them, “You have to say that.”

Harry sneers at her, hand coming to grip her jaw, “I don’t have to say shit. You’re the most fucking gorgeous girl on this earth who gave me two perfect children.”

“Kiss me,” YN whines, hand coming to weave through his hair and pulls him even closer until his lips brushed against hers.

“Stop it,” He demands with a sour expression, focusing her gaze again, he was so used to seeing her so confident - he hated when she didn’t feel good about herself, “Say you’re sexy.”

“I’m sexy, must be because I landed you,” YN’s face lifts a bit, hands moving from his locks to fist his shirt and tugging it over his head - revealing his unfairly nearly chiseled from stone chest and stomach.

“Got me hooked from the moment I met you,” Harry breathes out, breath minty from his gum and the tobacco of his cologne making her deliciously dizzy.

“Lies,” YN replies against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip as she skillfully undoes his belt and the buttons of his skinny black jeans, “You wanted to kill me for the first few months of knowing me.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t- fuck,” He groans as she dips into his briefs and wraps her hand around his warm length, pumping him slowly but with a grim grip.

There was something so satisfying about Harry stuttering and becoming breathless with pleasure from her alone.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck you from the moment I saw you,” Harry huffs out, pushing his hips into her palm to get the friction he desired.

YN allows it, she can’t lie and say she doesn’t get a bit memorized, watching his pretty, thick cock slide in and out of her palm - his abdominal muscles flexing and twitching with each motion.

When she looks back up, Harry is watching her fondly with a knowing glance, he nuzzled his nose against her cheek and murmurs, “My body is yours, brat. You fuckin’ own me.”

She can’t wait any longer, she pushes him until his back hits the bed, straddling him, and thanking god she didn’t put on underwear.

YN sits down on him until her bum is tucked in the cradle of his pelvis, hands scratching at his chest, as he lets out an indecent moan.

She doesn’t believe she’s the ‘best’ he ever had performance wise, knows there’s many who have had more skill, grace, technique when it comes to sex impress him.

But she had something that none of them had, that really makes the sex phenomenal- the emotional connection, the love.

The love that blinds Harry into think she’s the best he ever had even when she whines about a leg cramp two seconds before he comes and he has to flip her over and work them back into a rhthymn because she completely threw it off.

He never met a girl so selfish for her own pleasure.

YN wasn’t riding him for all her worth, not moaning loudly or tweaking her nipples to make it more of a show for him to get his rocks off.

No, she was in a lazy pattern of grinding her hips back and forth so his pubic bone brushes against her clit while he taps at her spot with his tip.

It was for her benefit, she was chasing what was rightfully hers, and Harry doesn’t think he could even imagine something hotter than that.

Sure, it felt amazing for him but the slow pace with barely any movement wasn’t going to get him off, YN knew that and didn’t give a fuck.

Shit, he was in love.

Harry palms at her breasts, thumbing over the sensitive peaks as he lets her take what she needs, spewing out endless encouragement and praise.

And when she hits her high, riding it out shamelessly, she then blinks open her eyes and rolls of her back, pulling Harry on top of her and goading him back inside until he’s found his end.

Harry was irrevocable hers.

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please make a timeline of jenner!y/n and ceo!harry…you got me so interested in them 😭

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A/N: THIS IS AN AU! EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS NOT REAL! THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL.

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2012

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enews Y/N Jenner seen leaving a party tonight in New York with her friend Hailey Baldwin!

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y/nfan4 they are so pretty omg

y/nfan6 i love their relationship so much 🥹

y/nfan8 DID ANYONE SEE THE PICTURES OF Y/N WITH A GUY?

y/nfan5 what no?! explain please 😭

y/nfan7 there was this guy with y/n at the party! you can’t see his face but he had his arm wrapped around y/n’s waist!

random9 don’t know who these girls are but they’re beautiful

y/nfan11 the fact that they’ve been best friends since birth…sobbing 🥹

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harrystyles New York with her.

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y/nfan10 is this who i think it is

y/nfan12 OMG IS HE THE GUY Y/N WAS WITH TONIGHT?!!?

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harrystyles I love you more darling.

y/nfan14 SHUT UP THEY ARE ALREADY SO CUTE 😭

y/nfan16 just realized this man is british….

kyliejenner I AM CRYING!

y/nfan18 stalking his instagram now 🤭

2013

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yourinstagram we’ve been keeping a little secret.

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y/nfan13 "little secret" girl you damn well know…

y/nfan15 SHE’S HAVING A CHILD WITH A BRITISH MAN…ICONIC 😭

harrystyles You are truly the love my life.

yourinstagram i am so in love with you

y/nfan17 sliding down the wall

y/nfan19 to everyone saying she’s only 18…she’ll definitely be a better mom than any of you guys.

kendalljenner CANNOT WAIT TO BE AN AUNT

y/nfan21 well we all expected it and i’m not complaining 🙏

kimkardashian my little sister is growing up

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harrystyles Italy with my Indie.

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y/nfan20 "my indie" harry’s so cute 😭

y/nfan22 INDIE IS BREAKING THE INTERNET ALREADY

yourinstagram i love my babies!

harrystyles And we love you so much.

y/nfan24 the way she’s grabbing onto harry ☹️

kyliejenner I NEED MORE PICTURES OF INDIE

haileybaldwin ME TOO!

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y/nfan26 dilfrry. dilfrry. dilfrry. 🫡

2014

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popculture Harry Styles arriving at a Gucci event in Malibu tonight. He was officially named the CEO of Gucci last month after Y/N Jenner released her collaboration with the brand, which sold out in less than five minutes.

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y/nfan27 him and y/n together are so iconic 🤭

y/nfan29 HARRY IS SO HOT

y/nfan31 now i understand why y/n wanted to have his child

y/nfan28 LITERALLY HARRY IS SO 🙏🙏

y/nfan30 a major dilf

y/nfan33 his tattoos…his unbuttoned shirt…his rings…

y/nfan35 girl you’re in heat 😭

2015

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y/njennerupdates Y/N AND HARRY IN ITALY YESTERDAY!

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y/nfan36 they are so in love it’s sick 😭

y/nfan38 HARRY’S TATTOOS MAKE ME GO FERAL

y/nfan40 the way y/n is laying on top of him….they’re so cute

y/nfan37 and the way harry holds onto her…☹️

y/nfan39 BEST COUPLE EVER

y/nfan41 i need them to get married asap!!!!

y/nfan43 give them privacy…

y/nfan45 literally! this is why harry avoids us

2016

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y/nharryupdates HARRY AND Y/N AT KIM’S BIRTHDAY PARTY LAST NIGHT!

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y/nfan43 couple of the century

y/nfan45 harry and kim’s friendship gets me going

y/nfan47 FOR REAL! THEY ARE THE FUNNIEST DUO EVER

y/nfan49 when they both bullied kourtney for making fun of y/n 😭😭

harryfan46 remember when they sued someone together 🤭

y/nfan48 love how harry and y/n make the internet crumble

y/nfan50 they are the moment.

2017

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karjennernews Y/N VIA VOGUE’S YT CHANNEL!

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y/nfan52 "before her wedding" WHAT I’M SCREAMING

y/nfan54 she’s so pretty 😭

y/nfan57 y/n is officially y/n styles….crying in the club

y/nfan55 when she started crying i cried ☹️

y/nfan59 YOU COULD TELL SHE WAS SO EXCITED

y/nfan56 i know! it was so adorable

y/nfan58 finally!!! she deserves to have a ring on her finger

y/nfan60 her dress is so beautiful 🥹

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yourinstagram feeling like the luckiest woman alive.

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y/nfan61 Y/N LOOKS PERFECT!

y/nfan63 she’s so happy 🥹

harrystyles Still can’t believe you’re mine, I love you Mrs. Styles.

yourinstagram i love you more mr. styles!

y/nfan62 THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER I’M LITERALLY SLIDING DOWN THE WALL

kyliejenner I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU Y/N 🤍

y/nfan64 now have more kids!!!!

y/nfan66 the necklace y/n’s wearing is literally over five million dollars 😭

arianagrande HOLY SHIT! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

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y/nfan65 i love their relationship so much

y/nfan67 HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HER…I’M JEALOUS

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harrystyles And i adore you darling.

y/nfan66 y/n is such a goddess 🙏🙏

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y/nfan68 HARRY TOOK THIS OFF GAURD….WHERE CAN I FIND A MAN LIKE HIM

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OMFG CAN YOU USE CINDY KIMBERLY AS FC FOR THE HARRYCHELLA BLURB?????? IF YOU WANT

and here’s the harrychella night two blurb ! cindy was perfect for it <3

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harrystyles Coachella II, April 2022.

To my band, crew, horn players, and everyone at Coachella who worked so hard putting this show together, I thank you.

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[fkinavocado]

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Warning: 18+ (please no minors!!!), smut, daddy kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual)

Status: completed

Masterlist:

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ] [ 9 ] [ 10 ]

[ 11 ] [ 12 ] [ 13 ] [ 14 ] [ 15 ] [ 16 ] [ 17 ] [ 18 ] [ 19 ] [ 20 ]

[ 21 ] [ 22 ] [ 23 ] [ 24 ] [ 25 ]

bonus: excerpts

(wondering why some chapters are missing? read my announcement here)

Extras (can be read as stand-alone):

cockwarming Harry

Harry has a breeding kink

Valentine's Day special

a moment of silence

intimate

it's us

spanking for good measure

no kink shaming in this house

maybe

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505

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a blurb, but then it turned into this, so)

Warnings: Guys, this is dirty, rough sex, oral (fem rec), spanking, hair pulling, praise kink, unprotected sex( this is fiction, please wrap it before you tap it), probably more that I forgot.

A/n: again, my requests are open. Also I reread and checked this so my anon who said my grammer and writing was atrocious I hope this is better cause I’m hella proud of this

You and Harry have been friends since you were toddlers. As the two of you grew up, you developed a crush on him. By sixteen, you were completely in love with him, and by seventeen,  let's just say there were a lot more people than just you in love with him. When Harry got famous, the two of you stayed friends as your bond from childhood could never be broken by distance, but going from seeing Harry almost every day to close to never hurt. You were there for him cheering him on for the x-factor; you then watched from afar as he rose to fame touring the world. You knew all his songs and went to any concert near you just to see him. You adored the other boys in the band as well, and you loved their music, but you can’t lie when you say you were relieved when they broke up because Harry came home. There were so many times you wanted to come clean on your feelings in hopes he felt the same way, but you were ten months younger than him when he preferred ten years older, and every time you saw him with someone else too broke your heart.

Harry had been stopping by your apartment almost every day since the hiatus, which he had also done tonight, this time planning to stay the night bringing drinks, which is how the two of you got onto a topic you would never talk about sober. 

Your sex lives.

“Where the craziest place you’ve had sex,” Harry asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I haven’t had sex anywhere crazy, so probably my car; how about you” you chewed at your bottom lip, wondering why you were indulging his sexual questions. 

“In the ocean during the day,” he smirked, leaving back into the couch.

“Jesus, exhibitionist much?” you raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. 

“It’s more fun when you could get caught.” 

“It's all fun until you do, though,” you added.

“So you’re vanilla is what you're saying,” Harry stated, and your eyes widened.

“Harry, I am not vanilla,” you exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and slapping him with it.

“Well, what kinky shit have you done then” he smirked, and your cheeks turned bright red. The sex you had in the past was with your ex, and he was highly vanilla, too gentle, never exploring anything past that. You always thought you had kinks hearing things your friends would talk about; some of it sounds hot, but you had never actually acted it out. 

“Well, I haven’t done anything rough cause my ex wasn’t into it; that doesn’t make me vanilla,” you defended.

“So you think you have some kinks” he questioned, and you nodded, slowly downing the drink, knowing this conversation needed your intoxication levels higher. “So what do you think you’re into” 

“Harry, I can’t talk about this with you” you blushed to bury your head into his shoulder to hide your embarrassment. 

“Come on, Y/n were best friends. It's just sex, nothing to be embarrassed about; it's a part of life,” he assured, lifting you from his chest. 

“Well, you know I have daddy issues, and not in a sense I want to call someone daddy. I just couldn’t do that unironically, ya know,” you started, and Harry nodded his eyes, urging you to continue. “I have wanted it rough; praise has always turned me on.” 

“Continue,” he urged as you swallowed heat going to your core by the way he was eyeing you. 

“Choking sounds pretty hot” you looked down at your hands, picking at the skin on your fingers. “Spanking, overstimulation, hair-pulling,” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eye. 

Harry, at the moment, had never been so turned on in his life. He knew he shouldn’t be picturing doing these things to his best friend, but each kink that came from her mouth sprouted a fantasy making his jeans grow tighter. 

“What positions have you done it in” Harry choked out. 

“Only missionary, but I’ve always wanted to try doggy style, riding, and maybe up against the wall” you felt more confident with your words when you noticed the bulge in Harry's sweatpants. You couldn’t believe the conversation was turning him on. “I’ve always wanted to get bent over the counter in the kitchen.” This time you met his eyes which his usual green replaced with darkness and lust. You knew your panties were ruined as Harry leaned close to your lips mere inches away from each other. The tension in the room was thick, and you swore someone had turned up the heat, your face burning. 

“

“I can make all your fantasies come true if you let me” he bit his lip, his voice deep with a rasp leaving goosebumps along your skin. 

“Harry, we shouldn’t” you closed your eyes as Harry’s hands trailed up your thigh while his other hand ghosted around your neck close to choking you, causing a whimper to leave your mouth.

“If you want me to stop, I will, but if we do this, it can just be for tonight, and we never talk about it again” his lips were at the shell of your ear, nibbling slightly. You knew, in the long run, this would hurt you. Your feelings for him would increase the second you gave in to your desires; you knew it was just for sex, but your self-control was thin, and when his large hand finally wrapped around your neck with no pressure, you gave in, needing release. 

“Fuck Harry, please,” you begged, and you felt Harry smile against the shell of your ear, his confidence burning off him. 

“What do you want to try first” he inquired, his hand still hovering around your neck.

“Anything,” you breathed as Harry lifted you from the couch into his lap, making you gasp at the feeling of his hardness against your cunt. 

“You’ll have to be more specific, love,” he sucked on your neck, leaving a dark mark causing you to tilt your head to give him better access. Instead of speaking, you grabbed one of his hands, placing it around your neck. 

“Good girl,” Harry smirked, squeezing your neck slightly before connecting his lips to yours moving them fast against yours. Well, you could check off choking and the praise kink off the list as you were definitely into that. Your hands flew to his hair, scratching at his scalp, making Harry moan out, gripping your neck tighter. You could still breathe, but his grip lessened your oxygen flow, creating a floating feeling. You were high on him and so turned on you were subconsciously grinding against him, desperate for any friction you could get. Harry's hands released your neck, your lips detaching from his to catch your breath. Your face fell into the crook of his neck, moaning as his hands flew to your bottom, grinding you into him roughly, the friction sending shockwaves through your body as you gripped his shoulder, digging your fingers into his flesh because of the pleasure. 

“Did your ex make you cum” Harry asked, and your face dropped slightly in shame. Truthfully he had never made you finish, and you faked it almost every time. You tossed it off as something many women struggled with, relying on your fingers to get you off, which never failed you.  

“No,” you mumbled into his neck. Harry quickly pulled you from the crook of his neck to look at him, your face flushed red.

“The prick never got you off; you were together for months,” Harry said in shock. “God, I could kick his ass for not pleasing you. The girl should always cum before you, and preferably more than once.” 

“It’s hard for girls to orgasm, though,” you shrugged.

“Not if the guy knows what they are doing,” Harry grinned before gripping your hips and flipping you onto your back. “Heres the plan, I’m going to eat you out until you beg me to stop, then if you want, I’ll indulge your interest in spanking because I’d love to see my handprint on the cute little ass of yours, as I fuck you in the kitchen, sound good” you practically came from his words your heart racing. You were dripping onto your thighs, and you had no idea how someone could make you this turned on. 

“Please,” you whimpered, and Harry smiled. Before sliding your sweatpants from your legs, throw them somewhere in your living room. You gasped when you heard the sound of ripping fabric, your eyes going wide as you watched Harry's muscles flex as he tore your panties from your legs. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Harry groaned, collecting your juices with his finger. Harry wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to tease you have you begging for him, but he had waited years for this, and he was desperate to taste, and even more desperate to fuck you, so the sooner he had you cumming on his mouth, the sooner he could be inside you. Harry immediately put his mouth against you sticking his tongue into your hole, causing your back to arch, a hand flying to Harry’s hair pulling him closer. Harry moaned into you, the vibrations you felt through your whole body, making you close your eyes, throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt Harry attach his mouth onto your clit sucking hard, making you jolt. Harry used one of his hands to ground you to the couch. 

“Harry,” you cried out as you felt him insert one of his fingers, moving it in slowly. After feeling how wet you were, he added another, rubbing the spongy spot in a come hither motion while sucking and licking your clit, your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast. 

“You taste amazing,” he said from between your legs, his fingers moving in and out faster than before, your toes curling as the know got tighter. 

“Fuck” you gripped his hair tighter as he went back to licking with precision eating you out like it was his last meal. You felt his teeth graze your clit, sending you over the edge, your vision going white, your back arching as you repeated his name with breathy moans. You had never come that hard before your legs shook, and you swore you were going to blackout as Harry’s fingers continued to move in and out of you at the same intense speed, the stimulation having you crying out.

“Jesus fuck Harry,” you squirmed. Harry removed his fingers from you, reattaching his mouth to your clit, sucking hard while his two free hands pushed your hips down. You were close to screaming, and you were sure you were going to pass out if he kept going, and you needed him inside you. “Fuck Harry, stop” you pushed him from your core, his chin glistening with your juices, a smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth. Your body relaxed into the couch. Harry kissed up your body as you tried to catch your breath. 

“How was that,” Harry asked, his forehead coming against yours his hot breath against your mouth.

“I think you almost killed me” you breathed out a laugh, and he smiled.

“No more than” he pulled away from your body, and you shot up, pulling him by his shirt back on top of you. 

“I was promised more than just that, H,” you mumbled against his lips, and he grinned.

“Good because I’m so fucking hard right now” he stood up, taking your hand in his helping you get up from the couch, your legs wobbly from your first orgasm. He led you to the kitchen of your apartment, pulling you into his body placing his lips against yours slowly this time, much more intimate than the desperate kissing from before. He pushed you against the edge of the counter before lifting you on top of it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, gasping at the feeling of the cold counter against your bottom. You were still wearing your oversized t-shirt, but Harry was still fully clothed. You detached your lips from his moving to his neck lightly. 

“You have way too much on,” you whispered, your hands falling to the bottom of his shirt, helping him out of it. You stared at his open chest, your hands tracing over his tattoos, feeling his muscles clench at your touch. 

“Are you going to let me fuck you against the counter now” he groaned tiredly of your teasing touches needing to be inside you. 

“I’m on birth control, and I just tested. I’m clean if you want to do it raw I’ve always wanted to try without, and I trust you.”

“I’m clean too,” he said, quickly lifting you off the counter, spinning you around, slamming you down over the counter hard, enticing a gasp. You heard Harry step out of his sweatpants. He gripped his throbbing cock jerking it slightly. He moved closer to you, his hard cock hitting your bum. You wouldn’t admit it, but you had looked at him before to judge his size over the years of knowing him, and you knew he was big. You felt Harry's hand ghost your bottom, his rings cold against your skin. One of his hands guided his member to your wet folds rubbing it against your wetness. I whine left your mouth as you pushed back against him, urging him to enter you, but he stopped you, a hand threading into your hair pulling your back against his chest, his breath heavy against your ear.

“Behave,” he growled into your ear, and you swore you almost had a heart attack. He pushed you back against the counter; instead of moving inside you, his hand came down on your ass lightly, making you jump the wetness between your legs, managing to grow even more. You could tell Harry was holding back, and you knew it was dirty and honestly fucked, but you wanted him to spank you harder.

“Harder,” you whimpered, and Harry almost came right there.

“Fucking hell, you want me to spank you hard?” he groaned.

“You said you’d leave handprints, so do it,” you said confidently.

“Holy fuck” he breathed out before swinging his hand harder, this time the rings digging into the skin of your ass, making you jolt forwards.

“Was that too hard?” he asked softly, and you shook your head, the pain turning to pleasure, making you drip onto your thighs. Harry rubbed soft circles on the raw skin of your ass, his cold rings soothing the hot skin. Without warning, Harry hit your ass, making you cry out, clawing at the counter as he eased the raw skin once again, admiring the red handprint that you would feel for days.

“Do you want me?” he asked, leaning over your body, his breath hot against your back.

“Yes,” you whined, moving your hips back against his hard length.

“Then beg for it.” 

“Harry fuck please,” you begged as he swiped. He slipped the tip of his dick into your folds, waiting for you to say more. “Harry, I swear to god if you don’t put your dick in me in the next five seconds, I will get myself off in my bedroom.” 

Harry slammed into your entrance, the feeling of him raw, making you grip the edge of the counter as he rammed into you, grunts leaving his mouth as he fucked you at a brutal pace. You could feel every texture of his member as he slid in and out of you. Harry was fucked at the feeling of your tight warm cunt as hit clenched around him, sending him into a frenzy, the feeling making him feral. His muscles were burning as he fucked you hard, knowing he would certainly be sore just like you in the morning, but he couldn’t care less. 

“You like that,” he purred, gripping your hair, pulling your head up slightly, burying his face into your neck, nipping at the skin.

“You feel so good, please don’t stop,” you moaned, his cock hitting places your fingers could never reach, sending you into a frenzy.

“I’ll never stop. You don’t know how many times I imagined this, how long I’ve wanted you,” he groaned, and your eyes widened in surprise. He had thought about this before; he wanted this before today. You swear you had to be dreaming. You had been in love with this boy for ages thinking he would never look at you more than a friend, but here he was fucking you telling you he's pictured it before. Although it didn’t love, it was something. You craved the intimacy from him specifically, and he was finally giving it to you. The sound of skin slapping and your moans filled the room.

“Want to ride me,” he asked, slamming into you hard, causing you to cry out.

“God, yes,” you whined as he pulled out of you, dropping down to the kitchen floor, desperate to have you on top of him. You backed away from the counter, dropping to the floor on top of Harry, lining him up with your entrance sinking onto him with ease, your walls squeezing him. His hands went to your hips, gripping hard. You felt his nails dig into your skin, leaving half-moon-shaped marks as you began moving up and down, moaning out at the new angle he was hitting from this position. Harry released his hands from your hips, letting you do the work, his hands going up your shirt, gripping your breasts since you weren’t wearing a bra. He pinched one of the nipples, making you moan and fall forward against his chest as he began to meet your thrusts fucking into you with precision, the knot in your stomach growing.

“Harry, I’m close” you dug your finger into his skin, the feeling overwhelming. One of Harry's hands moved to your clit, rubbing fast circles.

“Cum for me, I need to feel you,” he begged need to feel you around him. He continued thrusting into faster and more rigid than before strings of curses leaving your mouth as the knot came undone, your body shaking on top of his, your vision going white, this orgasm more intense than your first. 

“Fuck Y/n,” Harry moaned, pulling out of your cum landing on his stomach as his toes curled and his legs shook from the intensity of the orgasm. You fell forwards onto his chest, the both of you panting on the kitchen floor. 

“I know I said this could be a one-time thing, but fuck, I love you, Y/n,” Harry breathed out, and you shot your head up looking at him. Tears fill your eyes in a post-orgasm haze.

“You love me,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“Yes, I love you,” he smiled, his heart swelling.

“You’re not just saying that cause we had sex-”

“Y/n Y/l/n, I am so in love with you” he kissed your lips softly.

“I love you too.” 

-

Jesus fucking christ, someone get me a bible.

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[all-my-love-for-harry]

Happiest birthday.

summary: Y/n gives Harry the best birthday gift he’s ever had. 

word count: 5.3k (got a little carried away)

a/n: hi friends! a little fluff piece for you while i get the longer pieces done, i’m sorry if itsn’t that good. I used Lover by Taylor Swift for this imagine, i hope you don’t mind <3 if you like my work please reblog or give me some feedback, it means the world to me :)

you can read the rest of my work here. 

italics mean flashbacks 

When it came to birthdays, Y/n was the most competitive person ever. She enjoyed showering her loved ones with gifts, wanting nothing more than make them feel special on their special day. Now, she gave very thoughtfully, unique gifts for everybody, so when it came to her boyfriend, her favorite person in the world, every birthday of his had to top the last one. The thing was, it was difficult to buy gifts for someone who already has it all. There was no material thing the man didn't have or couldn't buy himself, so Y/n decided to make his presents. She figured that way would be more intimate.

To be completely honest, Harry loved opening the box and not seeing an expensive watch or a Gucci shirt. He was utterly enamored with his girl, so he adored anything she gave him. Their first year together, she gave him a book filled with pictures, notes, receipts, and tickets of different places they went to through that year. It meant so much to Harry how she kept every single little thing from the tickets of the movie they went to see on their first date to a picture of them that Gemma took when they went on a double date. He was so moved by it he was sure he shed some tears and was not ashamed of saying it every time someone would ask him what was that book that left its place on the coffee table of his home.

"Most thoughtful gift I've received. Cried like a baby when I opened it."

On his birthday, Y/n decided to learn how to knit. It was challenging, and she thought of giving up more than once, but once she saw Harry's flabbergasted smile as soon as he opened the gift and saw the red cardigan carefully folded, it was all worth it. He refused to take it off the rest of the night and even the day after when they went out for brunch and it was so damn hot outside but he didn't care.

Each anniversary, birthday, album release, Y/n was always there with a gift that, according to Harry, always topped the last one. That was until she ran out of ideas.

It happened when she was starting to plan what to give Harry on his birthday and she sat there for an hour and couldn't think of anything. She couldn't just go and buy him a bottle of perfume, or a shirt. Not when she knew Harry looked forward to her gifts the most.

"You could get the man a rock and he'd still think it was the best gift he's ever received." Mitch observed as his friend phased around back and forth in the room. Y/n had called him to ask him for help, not really sure why but they were close and she was desperate. 

"Mitch, I need real ideas."

"Why don't you write him a song?" He shrugged. Y/n let out a laugh. "Hear me out, you're already a great writer."

"I don't know how to write wongs." She mumbled, taking a seat next to her friend.

"You write poems, right?" She nodded. "Well, it's not that different. Think about it, he's written dozens of songs about you, returning the favor would make him shit his pants." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully at Mitch but thinking about his idea. "I would help you."

"Really?"

"Sure." He shrugged, thinking it wasn't a big deal. "I could help you edit down the lyrics so it isn't too long." 

"I guess writing him a song would be a cool gift." She said. "But who would sing it? I mean, if I give it to him on paper it would be just a poem."

Y/n saw Mitch do something he didn't do too often. He smiled. A wide grin spread through his face as he looked at her. "You'll sing it."

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon Y/n/n, you can sing. We've seen you after three shots of tequila." 

"Shut up, Mitchell."

//

It took a little coaxing, but Y/n agreed to his idea and soon they were working on Harry's birthday gift. Mitch booked a small studio in London where they could work on the song. So far they haven't had much luck though. Y/n seemed unable to decide what she wanted to write the song about. It was obvious it needed to be about Harry, but they've been together for three years and have gone through loads of moments both good and bad so how could she pick just one?

"I'll head out, promised Sarah I would pick up dinner on the way home." Mitch said, putting the guitar aside and rubbing his eyes. "Are you staying?"

"Yeah, just a little while. Harry's on a late meeting and I want to use the time." 

Mitch nodded, saying his goodbyes before grabbing his stuff. Once he left, Y/n let out a sigh. She didn't think writing a song would be so hard, and she couldn't understand why. She's written poems about Harry. About his eyes, his lips, his tattoos. Y/n had a million ideas yet she couldn't land a single one to make a coherent song. Even a verse. 

Now, she wasn't musically inclined. At least not in the way Harry or Mitch were. However, she knew her way around a piano as her grandfather was a music teacher and she would spend hours watching him play the piano at home. She knew how to play a couple of songs but has never created a melody from scratch. She let her fingers brush the keys, playing random notes until she found a couple that sounded good in her ears. 

"You're my, my, my, my... lover" Whispering the words, she repeated the melody over and over, letting it sink in. It was a good start though she wasn't sure what has just happened. 

She unlocked her phone, rushing to the notes app so she could type what she came up with. She also recorded the melody she played so she wouldn't forget. Y/n let her fingers type on her phone whatever she could think of, finally knowing what she wanted to write about. 

That night she left the studio with a smile on her face. Her present was finally starting to come along and she couldn't wait to see Mitch and show him what she had. She decided that instead of writing about just one moment with Harry, she would talk about their relationship as a whole. 

"I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all." Mitch read the lyrics on Y/n's phone. 

"Is it horrible?"

"No, this is really good, Y/n. What if we write the bridge as if they were wedding bows?" Mitch rushed to the piano, playing on sol major and mumbling random words. "I have had this idea for a while, it plays off of the walk down-ish." He started playing the instrument, trying to brainstorm some more ideas. Mitch's strength wasn't the piano, however, he played it very well. 

She sat next to Mitch. "I have no idea about the bridge yet but what if the chorus is something like, Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?" Y/n sang softly, taking over the piano. "And ah, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my lover." 

"Y/N..." Mitch started and she waited for him to tell her it was either too much or too simple. "You're a genius. I think this could be the whole chorus. Just simple, existential questions that you ask yourself when you're in love." Mitch wasn't a man of many words, but right now he seemed way too invested and way too excited to contain himself. "I think we might need a whole band to perform this song."

"I don't know... wouldn't it be too much?"

"In my opinion, this song would sound great with some drums. We could figure it out later but the band will be at your house for Harry's party, I'm sure they'd agree with no problem."

They kept bouncing ideas back and forth, trying real hard to paint an entire picture in the song. They were loving what they were creating but Y/n just hoped Harry would love it as much as she did. 

"We need to re-visit this lyric. I think We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til April doesn't sound right." Y/n pointed at her phone. "I think January is more fitting."

"But doesn't everyone leave their Christmas lights up till January?"

"Exactly! It's not about it being a crazy thing, it's about how mundane it is. Harry loves Christmas and never wants to take down the decorations, I think that's one of the first things I learned about him when we started dating." Normally Y/n would go shy while talking about Harry and how much she knew about him, but Mitch was a good listener and he's seen firsthand how much those two loved each other. 

Later that night Y/n was making dinner with Harry when she started humming the melody of the song. It was very soft, almost inaudible but Harry was next to her and his ears perk up at the sound of his girlfriend humming. Harry had only heard her sing a couple of times as she always got too shy around him, she'd squirm and say he was way better at it than her. So every time he got to hear her sweet voice he put his full attention on it.  Usually, it would be a song they both liked, one out of their joined playlist or sometimes, and Harry's ego loved every second of it, it would be one of his songs. However, tonight he couldn't recognize the melody she was humming.

"What song are you singing, m'heart?" He asked as he finished chopping the onions.

Y/n was doing it involuntarily, not realizing Harry was there and she wasn't alone. "Oh- Just a new one I heard on the radio." 

"Never heard it before." He said. "Sounds good, you should add it to our playlist. Do you know what's it called?"

It was then when she realized Mitch and her had been so wrapped into crafting the whole song that they'd forgotten to name the song. She was shit at naming things, never settling with one idea and changing it a million times. She did it at work, with playlists, even with pets she had as a child. 

Yet, the word rolled out of her lips effortlessly. "It's called Lover."

//

The song was ready. Mitch had to physically take Y/n's phone away to avoid her to keep changing more things, assuring her it was perfect as it was. They've managed to tell the band without Harry knowing. They were all touched and amazed with what Mitch and Y/n had come up with and quickly got on board with the whole thing. Adam got a pretty sick hook with the bass that pulled the whole song together and Sarah suggested a drumbeat to take it to the next level. 

Y/n has been in the studio with Harry before, she has watched as he and his team worked through an idea and turned it into a beautiful thing. She has seen the moment they've come up with a beat, a melody, a lyric that turned fundamental to the song but has never experienced it. Being part of it rather than witnessing it was magical in its own way. 

She had never been more excited for anything in her life, all she wanted to do was show the song to Harry and watch his reaction. She had practiced on the piano every single day so she could memorize the keys until they came out of her naturally and without really thinking about it. She also messaged Harry's usual vocal coach and asked him to help her through some exercises and ways to improve her voice a little so when she sings it to her boyfriend everything would be perfect. Y/n was beyond excited, beyond exhilarated. Harry's birthday couldn't come sooner. 

Despite being wrapped up in her present, Y/n didn't forget to plan Harry's birthday party. When asked, Harry said he wanted something low-key. Mitch, Sarah, Adam, Anne, Gemma, Jeffrey and his girlfriend, Glenne and Y/n's little brother, Matthew. She was sort of relieved of that, knowing that she wouldn't be able to sing in front of more than ten people unless she was drunk. 

She had asked Jeff for help to set everything up for when it was time to give Harry his present. Sure, at first he was confused as to why was she asking him to get a drum set in their living room without Harry noticing but quickly caught on. 

February 1st rolled in and Y/n made sure everything was perfect. From the moment Harry woke up she was there to spoil him. Usually, he was an early bird but this morning he had slept in, allowing Y/n to make him his favorite breakfast and put it in a tray to surprise him in bed. She also walked the short distance to a small bakery close to their house to get him a cupcake to stick a little candle in. The cake would be picked up by Gemma later for the party but she wanted to sing happy birthday to him first. 

"Darling?" Harry pushed himself on a sitting position, trying to rub the sleep off his eyes. "What's that?"

"Happy birthday, H." She said with a sweet tone, carefully placing the tray on his lap. She kissed him on his cheek then another one on his lips. Harry welcomed the feeling of her lips on his, loving that it was the first thing he felt in the morning. 

"Thank you, my love. This looks delicious." Harry motioned for her to join him, grabbing the fork and knife and insisting on feeding her from his breakfast. "What time did you get up to do all of this?"

"Well, it is almost eleven in the morning so I had plenty of time." She giggled. "Hang on, let me get the lighter for the candle." Harry could easily represent the heart eyes emoji as he was listening to the love of his life sing happy birthday to him. He thought it couldn't get any cuter but then she pulled out a birthday hat and put it on his head, clapping as he blew the candle. 

He didn't ask for anything. Everything he could ever want was right in front of him, sitting on their bed wearing nothing but one of his shirts and the most gorgeous smile he's ever seen. 

"Can we stay in bed all day?" He said after putting the empty tray on the nightstand and pulling Y/n to his chest, sighing happily as he kissed the top of her head. 

"We can't, handsome. I have a whole thing planned for today and there's no way you'll attend to your party on sweatpants."

He groaned playfully, pulling her even closer to him when she tried to get up. "How long until they come?"

"A couple of hours." She said as she looked up at him, kissing his nose. Under other circumstances, she wouldn't say to stay in bed with Harry all day, however, she was so excited about her present that she knew she'd end up spilling everything if she didn't get to work soon. 

After some coaxing and a lot of kisses, Harry agreed to get up from the bed and went to take a shower. Y/n got down to the kitchen and took everything she had pre-cooked out of the fridge. She had planned a whole menu with different options for everybody, always the best host she was. 

Harry walked down the stairs and offered his help but Y/n quickly turned him down and sent him away, claiming today was all about him and he wouldn't lift a finger. 

"Baby, would you give me my present before they arrive?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist. It was no secret Y/n's presents were his favorite thing in the world, and they had a tradition where he opened them when it was just the two of them, making it more intimate. 

"Not this time, no." Harry squeezed her waist.

"Can I have a peak?" 

"Nope." Harry didn't give up though, he tried to convince her by letting sweet, wet kisses on her neck and pressing himself against her. "You won't get your way, mister. I'll give you my present after you've opened everyone else's."

Harry groaned again but didn't press any further. He already knew he would love whatever she'd give him simply because he loved her. 

Everyone brought gifts for Harry, leaving them on a table Y/n has prepared outside for. It was a beautiful day and she wasn't going to waste it having the party inside, plus she needed everybody out so Jeff could prepare everything. She has never been more grateful for that stupid piano room Harry insisted on having. 

Y/n went around making sure all of their guests had drinks on their hands and a smile on their faces. Especially the birthday boy, who was feeling extremely clingy, making grabby hands at her every time she'd passed by him. 

"Hey, don't be nervous. Harry's gonna love it." Mitch reassured her, noticing how she started biting her lip, something she did when she was anxious. 

"I just hope it isn't too much. What if I just play it on the piano? I can cancel the drum set and put Harry's guitars back in his office."

"Don't be a pussy and serenade your man, Y/N." Mitch rolled his eyes. "Besides, Harry's a big softie. He'll love every single second of it. Stop worrying." 

"Everything was delicious, my dear. You're a great cook." Anne praised, making Y/n blush a little as everyone else at the table agreed with the older woman. Harry cooed at her and pinched her cheek, his heart fluttering at how adorable his girl was. 

"Thank you, guys. Who wants cake?" Y/n got up from her seat and hurried inside for the cake, eager to get to the part when Harry opened his presents. She returned with the cake and the candles lighted up, everyone started to sing for Harry.

The curly-haired man being his usual self, he basked in the love and attention he was getting, pulling Y/n on his lap once she reached him at the head of the table. He squeezed his waist as he nuzzled his nose on her shoulder, hiding his wide grin as he looked at his friends and family. In the end, everyone clapped as Harry blew the candles. He grabbed a little frosting with his finger and put it on Y/n's cheek, feeling extra playful as he then licked the same spot. 

He swore his day couldn't get any better as he started opening his presents with his girlfriend still on his lap, feeding him spoonfuls of cake. He was so happy he didn't notice when Jeff slipped inside to prepare the room for Y/n's gift, and he certainly missed the gazes his band and his girlfriend were sharing. 

"That was the last one." Gemma said after she passed him the last box wrapped in colorful paper. 

"Actually..." Y/n started, getting up from Harry's lap. "My gift is inside so let's go." She pulled from Harry's hand excitedly, guiding him and everyone else inside of their home. 

"What is it, baby?" Harry asked, matching Y/n's excitement mixed with the tiniest bit of amusement at the sight of her much smaller body dragging his through the house. 

As they entered the piano room even Y/n was surprised with how Jeff turned the space around, even placing a microphone on the piano for her. It truly looked like a mini-stage. Harry looked at her, confused but letting her guide him to his seat on one of the sofas, his confusion only growing as each of his friends went and grabbed an instrument. 

Y/n walked the short distance towards the piano and rubbed her palms against the fabric of her dress and the rest of the group took a seat on the couches, Anne taking the empty seat next to Harry. 

She let out a breathy laugh as she placed her hands on the keys, she knew that at this point it was obvious that she was going to sing him a song but felt the need to explain the whole thing. 

"So... A couple of months ago I started planning Harry's birthday gift, trying to come up with the perfect one, as usual." Everyone chuckled. "But what could you possibly give this man that he doesn't already have?"

"That's why I give him socks. To humble him a little." Gemma joked, taking out her phone to record the entire moment.

"After I had no luck on my own, I called Mitch for help. Now, he doesn't talk much but he suggested what I thought was the most absurd idea." She smiled at her friend before starting to play the melody of the song softly. "Why don't you write him a song? He said. I don't know about you but I've never written anything like that before, but I agreed to try it out. Then he just kept suggesting crazy things. Why don't you sing the song? Anyone who knows me knows I wouldn't even dare to sing on karaoke nights. The only place you'd catch me singing would be the shower so how in the world would I pull this off." She paused. "But here we are."

The group cheered and Y/n's eyes found Harry's, whose knee was bouncing with excitement as he looked like he was about to fall off his seat with how close to the edge he was. His eyes held nothing but pure adoration and pride, and she could swear she saw some tears gathering at the corner of his emerald eyes. 

"I really wanted it, the song, to sound like a song people who are in love would want to dance to. Like, slow dance to." She continued. "What I pictured was two people 3 am, swaying in the kitchen thinking about nothing else than the person in front of them. Luckily, my co-writer here helped me land that idea." Y/n praised Mitch once again as she felt like he deserved just as much credit if not more than her. "I've always loved the word 'lover' yet I've never called anyone that. But we all know that you're not anyone." She said directly to Harry. "So, I said what better occasion to use it than this? This is "Lover" She finished her little speech, positioning her fingers on the right keys of the piano to start the song. 

As the song began, Y/n locked eyes with Harry once again. She didn't want to miss his reaction but she also did it because there was nothing that calmed her nerves more than looking at him. And Harry? Well, Harry was already a mess. He allowed some tears to spill from his eyes as he couldn't believe what was happening. 

His girl, his little love has written a song just for him. He knew he was a lucky man but as she started singing he couldn't help but reminisce their moments together. He paid attention to every single word she was singing, feeling his heart grow twice its size at how much adoration he was feeling for her right now. 

As the chorus came, Harry completely understood what she wanted to say as he felt it himself very early on in their relationship. 

They were just seeing each other, Y/n wasn't even his girlfriend yet but Harry acted like she was. He couldn't help but follow her around like a lost puppy, taking every opportunity to spend time with her. It didn't matter what they were doing or where they going, he just wanted to be with her. 

"What are you doing today, love?" He had asked over the phone. He wanted to see her but didn't want to come off too clingy as they saw each other the day before.

"I need to go to Ikea to pick up a new rug. I might've fucked mine up after trying to wash it." 

"Can I go?" He didn't think twice. 

"I'm afraid I'll scare you away after you find out how picky I am even to pick a rug." She joked. 

"I'll be fun. Besides, I need some things for my house too." Lie. He didn't need anything, he just wanted to see her. 

"Okay, pick me up in an hour." 

Harry was awfully punctual and a part of him couldn't believe how fucking excited he was over going to Ikea. If his mates saw him they'd make fun of how whipped he already was. Somehow he wouldn't mind. 

He let her drag him around the store, trying to find the rugs yet getting distracted every two seconds. He found the woman in front of him unbelievably adorable, not minding for even a second at how excited she'd get over a pillow she saw or how she took over twenty minutes looking closely at each rug before picking the first one she had seen. 

"I have my rug, now I can help you with what you needed for your house." She smiled sweetly at him. 

Harry blushed but tried to cover it with a cough. "W-well, I needed... plates?"

Two hours after, Harry walked out of the store with a set of baby blue plates, two fake plants, and a small coffee table he did not need. He didn't know it then, but he'd continue to follow Y/n around everywhere, basking on every moment they got to spend together and losing the fear to ask if he could go anywhere she needed to go. 

"And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you," She sang with a little bit of attitude and Harry knew exactly what moment she was talking about. 

Harry had surprised her by taking her to her favorite restaurant for dinner. It wasn't a special date or an anniversary, he just wanted to treat his girl to a nice meal, a bouquet he had picked up on the way home and enjoy each other's company. 

"Hi, I'm Lucy and I'll be serving you tonight." A young, blonde woman appeared at their table. "Have you decided yet?" Now, Y/n wasn't a jealous person, at least not to the point where she couldn't stand another female close to her boyfriend, but she could swear Lucy kept only looking at Harry while talking, moving her body slightly so she would be mostly facing him. 

"Not yet, but if you could bring us a bottle of wine it would be great."

"Sure, red or white?"

"Baby?" Harry asked even though he already knew what she wanted. He just knew her too well.

"Red, please." 

Lucy left and they continued their conversation, however, Y/n now had a little voice at the back of her head telling her to pay close attention to the cute waitress who seemed to have the collar of her shirt a little lower every time she came back to their table, which was more often than usual. 

"Would you like more bread?" Lucy asked directly to Harry, this was the third time she's come back with them in less than fifteen minutes. 

"No, thank you. I think we're fine for now." Y/n truly didn't want to come off as rude, but she hasn't been able to have a proper conversation with Harry because the waitress kept interrupting them. Y/n noticed how Lucy was annoyed by her, but she was even more annoyed at the blonde so she didn't care.

"You know you're cute when you're jealous." It was the first thing Harry said after the blonde left. Like it was stated before, Y/n wasn't a jealous person, and Harry loved each time she got possessive over him. Of course he had noticed the looks Lucy was sending him, how her questions would be only directed to him and how she would magically appear every time they were having an intimate moment. But Harry was too nice to say something, and he knew his girlfriend knew he only had eyes for her.  

"Shut up, I'm annoyed." She pouted but in reality, she wasn't really upset. She couldn't. Not when she knew Harry hadn't looked at Lucy even once. "I'm sorry I was like that, I just don't like when people hit on you."

"Hey, I'm not mad. If you want we could go to the bathroom and you could give me some hickeys, you know, to assert dominance." 

"Do not get too excited, I'm not getting kicked out of another restaurant for doing that."

"I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all" Harry smiled. He too wanted them all. He was sure he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with anyone but her. She was it for him and he was it for her. He already knew that but it still made him all soft hearing her say that. 

Harry's eyes were focused on her yet he could feel Anne's hand on his knee, her too feeling emotional. He could also feel Gemma's phone pointing at him to catch his reaction, he just hoped someone was recording Y/n sing. He was sure he would be watching that video over and over again until his eyes burned at how much he was looking at his phone. 

He couldn't think he could get even more emotional, then the bridge came and that's when he fully cried. Were these... wedding bows? They couldn't. But they sounded like wedding bows to him. "I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover" Harry sniffed, feeling overwhelmed in the best possible way. "And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me"

"Ew!" Gemma exclaimed, clearly joking around as the wide grin on her face gave her away. 

"And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover"

An unspoken agreement they had since very early on in their relationship was that they would always sit next to each other. Dinners at Anne's, out with friends, industry events Harry took Y/n to. People always joked about how they seemed to be sewed to each other's hip but they didn't care. 

It was true they spent a lot of time together, but there were also times when one of them wasn't able to attend a dinner or a party, and the other would sit alone. 

The joke started after Y/n had a work trip and Anne invited Harry for a Sunday roast with their family. Gemma had sent Y/n a picture of her little brother sitting at the table full of people yet the seat next to him was empty. 

"He grabbed the chair and didn't let anyone sit on it! Said it was reserved for Y/n."

It was true and he had no shame in admitting it. 

Harry tried to wipe his tears but it was no use because a new one would quickly form in his eyes. No one has ever written a love song for him, a song about how much he meant to the person or about how that person loved him. Never in his life has he felt more special and it was all because of Y/n. She took the past three years of their lives and summarized them on an incredibly emotional, most amazing love letter he has ever received. 

He knew he said it every time Y/n gave him something, but this... this truly was the best gift someone has ever given him. 

"Darling, you're my, my, my, my... lover" 

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PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

WHAT IT'S ABOUT: You've been struggling to finish your assignment for Professor Styles' Creative Writing class. Inspiration is seem to be avoiding you, so to relieve some stress, you mess around with your roommates and write a rather dirty fiction of the hot professor everyone is into on campus. Due to a fatal mistake however, you end up uploading the wrong file as your attachment to your assignment and your wildest fantasies end up in the hands of the person they are about.

A/N: This story is fully FICTION! There might be things you don't agree with morally, characters are made up, they don't resemble the people they are in real life, so please keep this in mind while reading!

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⚫️ PART ONE

⚫️ PART TWO

⚫️ PART THREE

⚫️ PART FOUR

⚫️ PART FIVE

⚫️ PART SIX

⚫️ PART SEVEN

⚫️ PART EIGHT

⚫️ PART NINE

⚫️ PART TEN

⚫️ PART ELEVEN

⚫️ PART TWELVE

⚫️ PART THIRTEEN

⚫️ PART FOURTEEN

⚫️ PART FIFTEEN

⚫️ PART SIXTEEN

⚫️ PART SEVENTEEN

EXTRA BLURBS

Blank Page - Y/N and Harry decides to move in together.

Nostalgia - Y/N and Harry take a trip down memory lane as they visit the campus again, this time as a family of two and a half.

Welcome To Creative Writing - The first time Y/N and Harry saw each other.

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[erodasfishtacos]

i can imagine willow not having a filter though😭 like she doesn’t mean it but like maybe his assistant is bothering him so he mutters something under his breath about them and willow goes “my daddy says you’re not doing a good job:)” and of course he laughs at his little girl

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Harry had just come back from a meeting where he had to explain simple skills to the people he’s paying hundreds of thousands of pounds to for their expertise.

Rarely did a meeting ever put him in a good mood.

What did put him in a good mood was opening the door to his office, where his daughter was perched on his secretary’s lap with a thumb in her mouth- watching raptly as Dorothy clicks around on the computer.

It’s the best feeling to Harry is when she lights up at the sight of him, honey hazel eyes sparkling and she slips off Dorothy’s lap to scamper over to him with a squeak of, “Daddy!”

“Hi lil’ red,” Harry murmurs, trying to keep the sharp edge out of his voice and swallow down the irritation as he scoops her up.

“Missed you,” She coos sweetly, always the lovebug and daddy’s girl, and nuzzles into his chest - like his heart wasn’t gone for her enough.

“Precious girl,” Harry chuckles, making eye contact with his secretary who was watching with fondness, she still - all these years later and three kids later found it astonishing how much Harry had changed.

“Willow was wonderful for me, as always,” Dorothy tells him with a kind smile, sipping at her hot tea that she enjoyed.

“Mmm, that’s m’girl,” He praises with a kiss to her nose but he taps her pouty lips gently with his index finger, “I saw that thumb in your mouth, Low.”

Even though his voice was soft and non-confrontational, just a passive chide, Willow’s face crumbles and drops.

It’s quite funny how different their children were, how all their personalities were so polar opposite from one another.

Harry thinks back to when he would have to remind Ivy not to suck her thumb and she would glare at him and keep her finger tucked tightly between her lips with a deeply furrowed brow and tell him ‘no.’

Willow takes any ‘scolding’ if you can even call it that as if she’d been hollered at.

“Sweetheart, c’mon,” Harry chuckles lightly, bouncing her a bit and humming, “Daddy’s not mad. We’re done with the binkie, yes? And our hands get germs so it’s not good to put out fingers in our mouths. Y’could get sick, my love.”

She mumbles a bit before burying her face in his neck, not seemingly wanting to move anytime soon from there.

“My lil’ red crab,” He smiles to Dorothy as he rubs Willow’s back, “She really misses her binkie. I’ll be in my office. Thank you for watching her for me.”

As the older woman watches Harry tote his middle daughter back past the massive oak doors, whispering about how much he loves her.

It just makes her reflect on the person he used to be.

-

The secretary’s day at work had been wonderful, her daughter, Lynn, had stopped by with her granddaughter, Julia, who was freshly three years old and just an absolute ray of sunshine.

Harry had just walked in from a meeting, face stoic and emotionless, his jaw must hurt from how it’s constantly clenched.

He looks at Dorothy and the toddler, doesn’t say anything and just nods before trudging into his office and closing the door.

Julia has a perplexed expression on her little face, not used to being ignored by adults despite her toothy smile at him.

“It’s okay, dear,” Dorothy assures her grandchild, rubbing her back, “He’s just having a bad day.”

That’s not even the tip of the iceberg.

-

Dorothy happens to get a call that distracts her from watching Julia, who takes the opportunity to sneak through the door of her boss’ office.

By the time the older woman notices, it’s too late, and she watches through the crack in the door as Julia toddles fearlessly towards Harry who’s sat behind his desk, eyes darting back and forth on his computer monitor.

His eyes flit up as he watches the child toddle toward him with a toothy smile, his hard expression not bothering her for a moment.

Dorothy worries she’s going to get in trouble for letting it happen but something stops her from interrupting.

“Hi,” Julia squeaks out, her voice high-pitched and chipper, as she takes it upon herself to pull herself up into one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk from where he’s sitting.

“Hello,” Harry murmurs back, eyes curiously watching the little girl but doing nothing to stop her as she leans forward to grab at paperweight shaped like a skyscraper, he chuckles when she struggles to pick it up “S’that heavy?”

She looks up at him with twinkling eyes and nods but manages to pick it up and glances at it, mistaking it for a toy.

Harry just watches silently as she examines it before getting bored of it and letting it fall onto the chair next to her.

Julia gazes at his desk again, to find her next toy, and spots a bright red pen in his writing utensil holder, when she goes to grab the pen - it tips the cup and the pens go rolling off the desk.

The toddler instantly pulls back, an automatic response of sniffles and tears at the fear she is going to get in trouble.

Harry’s brow furrows but his face softens, the wrinkles of his smooth skin disappearing as he lets his lips relax into less of a frown, “Hey, hey. No tears, s’okay.”

He stands up and rounds his desk, squatting down to begin to pick up the pens, he hands her the cup, and asks, “Will you hold that for me?”

Julia nods despite her soft whimpers, holding the cup diligently as he places the pens back into it with a light clunk!

“Thank you for being such a good helper,” Harry praises as he hands her the red pen she had wanted before placing the cup back on his desk.

“You’re nice,” Julia observes out loud, twirling the pen between her chubby fingers.

Dorothy watches as Harry’s face crumbles a bit, like her words hurt him for some reason, and so she knows that’s her cue to go collect her from his office.

-

Lynn had picked Julia up not too long after the incident and Harry had stayed quiet in his office the entire time.

Not even coming out to say goodbye to his assistant like he did almost every day.

As soon as she got to her car, she realized she had left her cell phone at her desk - after a hectic day at work.

As Dorothy slips back into the private office, she is startled to hear a commotion behind the large oak doors that hide Harry’s office away.

She realizes the door is partially open, in her caring nature, she had to make sure that he’s okay - he’s like a son to her.

When she peeks through the gap, she watches as Harry hangs up his office phone with a cracking sound of the plastic by how harshly he’d done it.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He roared angrily, cocking his fist back and punching it directly into his computer monitor, shattering the screen as it falls backwards off the desk and onto the floor.

Dorothy’s heart absolutely sank.

Harry had always been a troubled, deeply angry man - ever since she met him but it had gotten worse steadily over time.

She felt like this was the lowest she’d ever seen him and she didn’t know how to help him.

It also scared her because she felt like she’d already seen him at his low multiple times before.

“Harry?” Dorothy asks anxiously, eyes wide as Harry shakes out his hand where the skins already becoming pink and irritated.

He looks up and makes eye contact with the woman, a woman he respects very much, and instantly feels guilt that she saw that.

Instead of an explanation, Harry clears his throat and puts on his most professional tone, “Hello. Something I can help you with? I thought you left.”

Dorothy knows it might be unprofessional on her part but she turns into parent mode with him, her voice becoming stern, “Harry.”

His face crumbles once again, like it did earlier but he looks at the ground, “I’m already fucked up. I know that.”

“I didn’t say that,” Dorothy argues, stepping into his quarters and noticing multiple broken things across the floor, “Why? What’s caused all this?”

“I…” he hesitates like he’s debating whether or not to open up, he rarely does but he feels like he has nothing to lose at this point, “Julia. I…She was adorable and sweet. Why can’t I have that, Dor? Why can’t I have a baby that loves me?”

She goes to speak but he interrupts, more anger flaring up in his voice.

“I’ll tell you why. I can’t find someone who actually likes me for anything besides the numbers in my fuckin’ bank account. Sure, they’d give me as many kids as I wanted but it would never be true happiness, a real family. I’ve ruined it for myself, I would have rather been dirt poor with a wife and babies than this.”

There’s tears rolling down his cheeks at this point, desperation in his voice as he whispers, “All I want is to be loved. To have a wife to love. To have babies that I can love. And it fucking tears me up that I’m never going to get that.”

-

From the man who thought he’d never had a family to having an amazing, supportive wife with three precious daughters.

From saying, “I’m never going to have that.”

To him murmuring to his middle daughter as he walks back to his office, “I love you so much, more than anything. Y’know? Being such a good girl without your paci.”

But just as he’s about to shut his door, a employee steps into the main office with a flustered look on their face.

Harry raises an intimidating brow at the man, a pursed expression as he drawls, “Why are you in my office?”

The man stutters, wringing his wrists, “I-I have a question about how to file the payroll recipes b-but my supervisor is off today.”

The CEO doesn’t hide his annoyance, depositing Willow back with Dorothy as he leads the man back into his office.

After the man leaves, with sweat stains on his underarms and the desire to never be back in his boss’ office - Willow is disgruntled.

“No more, daddy,” She gruffs with a knuckle to her eye as they get heavy with drowsiness, “Need a cuddle.”

Harry’s frustration melts off his face, he scoops her up and tugs her close to his chest, “Okay, lil’ red. M’all yours.”

He then mutters to Dorothy, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who is so bad at their job and m’paying him nearly ninety thousand pounds.”

Dorothy still can’t believe that he is the same man she knew who was miserable, unhappy, and unsatisfied man.

-

“Dorothy, I appreciate you trying to set me up with someone,” Harry states as he gathers his briefcase, “I just…I just am not interested in dating right now.”

“But dear, I -“

“I said no,” Harry’s voice is tense, final but he softens, “I’m sorry, Dor. I didn’t mean to be sharp. I just, it’s not in the cards for me. It’s fine, I accepted it.”

-

As the day ends, as in a tradition, Harry stops at the Starbucks in the lobby to get Willow her favorite cake pop.

The man from earlier happens to be in line behind them, tapping his foot anxiously, and hoping Harry doesn’t notice him.

When Harry is swiping his card and taking the bakery bag from the cashier, Willow recognizes the man from where she’s propped on her father’s hip.

She gives him a dazzling smile before saying, “My daddy says you’re not good at your job.”

It was honestly an Ivy move.

The man’s face drops and Harry can’t help but to let out a low chuckle, ignoring the man as he strides off towards the front doors.

“You’re going to rule the world one day, Low. That’s my girl.”

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[lovecanyon]

since they’re married maybe a child on the way? or like people assuming she’s pregnant! <33

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pagesix Duchess Y/N Styles seen in Holmes Chapel this morning visibly pregnant. Her bump was large enough to know that she is far long! Our sources say that her and Prince Harry are planning to keep the birth of their child on the down low. Click the link in our bio for more.

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fan3 IM SCREAMING

fan1 been waiting for this one! turn it up!

fan4 deuxmoi already told us about y/n being pregnant 😭😭

fan7 prince harry is probably so happy

fan9 NO BECAUSE HE LITERALLY ALWAYS WANTED KIDS

fan6 love the way she’s more famous than harry

fan8 IN LOVE WITH HER 🥹

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harry_lambert she’s glowing.

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fan15 SHE ALREADY HAS THE BEST ROYAL CHILD

fan13 y/n is really living the life 😩

fan12 who’s the person that posted this? is he like related to y/n or harry?

fan16 harry lambert is their stylist!

fan14 she really is glowing

fan10 OH MY GOD Y/N’S REALLY PREGNANT

fan17 isn’t it against royal code to post on social media?

fan19 no! she can post on social media if she wants!

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popculture Prince Harry seen with his child for the first time in London. Neither him or Y/N have released the gender or name yet. Many sources say they plan to keep their child’s life private and away from the media.

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fan21 DILFRRY DILFRRY DILFRRY

fan23 crying and throwing up 😭

fan25 "they plan to keep their child’s life private and away from the media” yet you guys posted these photos of harry

fan22 he looks so happy omg

fan24 LITERALLY IT’S SO CUTE ☹️

fan26 this is so adorable i will cry

fan28 SOBBING AT HARRY’S SMILE

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y/nstyles Diana Iris Styles.

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fan30 did she just…

fan32 WAIT IS THIS REALLY Y/N’S INSTAGRAM

fan34 i mean the account is verified and followed by many celebrities so probably 😭😭

zendaya she’s so cute awe

tchalamet congratulations mrs. styles!!!!!

fan33 diana already breaking the internet 💅

fan35 everyone loves the diana’s

arianagrande OH MY GOODNESS! DIANA IS SO ADORABLE

tomholland13 can’t wait to meet her!

fan31 HER NAME IS DIANA?? I’M SOBBING

taylorswift SHE’S SO PERFECT

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y/nstylesupdates Y/N SEEN IN LONDON WITH DIANA!

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fan37 motherhood already suits her well

fan40 how are we feeling now that she has instagram??

y/nstylesupdates hoping we get a lot of content from her 🙏🙏

fan42 IN LOVE WITH EVERYTHING SHE DOES

fan44 her whole outfit literally costs more than my rent

fan41 the fact that diana is named after princess diana 😭😭

fan43 STOP MAKING ME CRY

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[harrysfolklore]

ma’am PLEASE do another part of victoria de angelis at coachella i’m begging 🥺🥺🥺

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yourinstagram i’m playing coachella with my boyfriend this april. no biggie.

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harryupdates Harry (and also Sarah and Mitch) via YN’s instagram stories, they’re rehearsing for Coachella !

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wc: 6k

warnings: explicit (18+), smut, aftercare, heavy drug and alcohol consumption, high reader, biting, teasing, hard partying, cursing, & jeff azoff.

pairing: harry styles x female reader (euphoria inspired)

note: if you’re not into dirty smut then turn away. also this club is inspired by the one jules goes to in the city with her friends in s1.

being a single woman in a giant city like los angeles is tough.

there’s an infinite amount of people but not enough to satisfy your high standards.

there’s the jocks coming from their small hometown and instantly turn into nobodies once they step foot in the city.

the popular girls who realize they aren’t even popular- and then girls who are actually popular, mostly models who drink green juice 24/7.

you and your friends don’t fit on the mental scale you’ve created. some of you may not be the best people to be around, but you all have so much fucking fun.

it’s saturday night and all of your friends have come over to your mid-city los angeles apartment to pregame before heading out.

there’s countless bottles of hard liquor lining your countertops, the air reeks of marijuana, and some of them are going in your bathroom and coming out with red noses.

there’s only six of you. five girls and one boyfriend. kinda sounds like a porno title, if you’d ask me.

‘in the party’ by flo milli is playing loudly through the speakers of your tv. laughter is ensuing in your living room, lighters sparking and smoke hangs heavy in the air.

you finish perfecting your makeup, cyan glitter in a bold wing design surrounds your eye. you have on a black corset top with a mesh bodice and tie-up straps. on the bottom, you’re wearing a black mini skirt, and leather platform boots.

you pop your lips after putting a heavy amount of lip gloss over them, smiling at yourself in the mirror.

damn, you look hot as fuck. you can’t deny it.

you grab your purse and fix your necklace before walking out of your bedroom. “ayeeeeee!” your friends scream and clap as you walk out like it was a runway.

“hey bitches!” you yell as your friend, mia, passes you a joint.

you pinch it between your pointer finger and thumb to bring it to your lips. you gently suck on the paper, the warm smoke travels into your mouth to fill your lungs.

the slight burn makes you cough, the yellow tinted smoke puffs out into a cloud in front of you.

you hand em back the joint, she takes a much longer hit than you. “girl, you’re fucking crazy.” you laugh at her.

you walk over to your friend, maisie, and her boyfriend making out on the couch, “get a room.” you scoff.

“yours is the closest.” she pulls back from being on top of him to wink at you but you ignore her.

she rolls off of her boyfriend and plops down next to you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “you look spicy, mama.”

you giggle from her compliment, “so do you, mama.”

she laughs and stands up to walk over to the counter to pour herself a shot, “we should all go!!” she brings the tiny glass up to her lips, pushing her head back to down it.

everyone stands from their spot, some tipsy and stumbling and others slightly sober.

once everyone packs up their things, you all leave your apartment in a group to head to the club.

your whole group passes around a small joint, careful to hide it from people passing by. maisie on the other hand is scooping up white powder with her fingernail.

she quickly snorts it, shaking her head vigorously and lets out a tiny gasp.

“want some?” she offers you the tiny bag in her hand, “no fucking way. i’m not putting any shit up my nose.” you laugh.

she rolls her eyes, “fine, more for us then.” she elbows her boyfriend to join her.

once you all walk up to entrance, you remember you put your name on the list to cut the enormous line. “come on!” you gesture for your friends to follow you.

everyone and their mother wants to be here on a saturday night. it’s an a-list club and somehow you’ve become a regular. countless celebrities and influencers party here. it’s always the place to be.

you quickly give the bouncer your name, he checks the list and everyones id’s then lets you pass through, “oh fuck yeah.” your friends boyfriend says with a fist pump to the air. you just roll your eyes at his reaction.

the bass in the club is vibrating throughout your whole body, the lights are bright and neon. you instantly make your way to the bar, ordering tequila shots for you and mia.

maisie and her boyfriend run to the dance floor, and the other two people in your group disappear somewhere in the club.

you quickly down three shots, licking the salt and shoving the lime wedge in your mouth after each one. “fuck. that burns.”

mia laughs and pushes her last two shots to you, “i cannot drink these.” she shakes her head with her face in a grimace, “i’m gonna go smoke.” she stumbles away from you toward the bathroom.

you groan in annoyance and take her shots. the bartender grabs the empty glasses as you pull your purse to the front to scavenge for money.

“add them to my tab.” a deep accented voice sounds from your left.

your eyes lift up to see a man beside you, he has wavy brown hair and black sunglasses on his eyes. he’s wearing a brown button up that’s unbuttoned just enough to see his muscles. he has a neon green blazer on top and dark blue trousers. he also has a long star necklace on paired with a pearl necklace, a bit of stubble on his jaw and above his lips. (click here!!!)

the bartender nods and puts away the empty glasses to tend to the other customers.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you yell at him with a smile, the music is so loud.

“your friend ditched you!” he laughs.

“no! she went to go smoke weed.”

his eyebrows raise with a sly smirk, “weed? do you have any more?”

“i don’t know, do i?” you play stupid with a laugh. he gestures for you to come closer so you lean in, the room is spinning more and more by the second. his mouth lingers right above your ear.

“i have molly, do you want to meet her?” his voice is smooth, but still has a rasp to it. that british accent is orgasmic when he speaks. there’s no reason for you to trust this man but something in your heart is telling you to.

“molly? yeah.” you breathe out in surprise.

he swivels the bar chair toward you, reaching his hand into his blazer. his hand returns with a little bag with tiny colored pills in it.

he looks around before taking two blue ones out, keeping them in his palm so he can put the bag back.

your brain is telling you not to take drugs from a a stranger, “have you ever taken it before?” he talks normally, but it sounds like a whisper to everyone else.

you nod your head yes and lean in more, almost touching his head. he closes the space by resting his forehead against yours and passes your pill to you.

he grabs his drink off the counter, just a clear bubbly liquid with a lime wedge inside. “tequila soda.”

he pops the pill into his mouth, then takes a sip of his own drink before offering it to you. that made you feel safer, so you do the same.

once you swallow it, he gives you the most charming smile. “this will be fun.”

suddenly, another man comes up to his side. he claps his hand on the british man’s shoulder to shout something in his ear- but you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

‘hey ya!’ by outkast starts to play loudly over the speakers.

the man in front of you shoos him away then grabs your hand to pull you to the dance floor. “let’s go!” his accent is strong and slurred as you both jog to the middle of the floor.

he starts to jump, his hair and glasses bouncing with his arms moving up and down. you copy his moves, laughing and singing.

“don’t try to fight the feeling cause the thought alone is killin’ me right now!”

“thank god for mom and dad for sticking two together ‘cause we don’t know how!” he screams the next verse.

“hey yaaaaaa!” you lean forward to sing in his face.

“hey yaaaa!” he does the same to you.

you shimmy your body, twirling and swinging your hips as you do a full 360.

his larger hands engulf yours to dance with you, flailing each other’s arms around everywhere. a euphoric feeling floods throughout your body, every touch and movement feels like fireworks igniting on your skin.

the lights around you are bright and absolutely stunning. his hands gently glide up your arms as yours fly to his hips, just needing to touch the beautiful fabric of his waistband.

your mouth hangs open, eyes blown wide. the sound of the music around you and the feeling of him under your fingertips is sending you even higher.

your body feels as if it’s floating and the only thing keeping you grounded is his touch. he suddenly stops dancing, his hands cup your cheeks as he pushes his sunglasses into his hair.

“are you okay?” he seems concerned, his eyebrows knitting together.

your eyes tear themselves away from the lights to look him in the eyes. he looks so familiar all of a sudden.

the multicolored lights shine upon his beautifully sculpted features, shining a whole perspective on him.

“yes, oh my god. i feel amazing!” you throw your body into his and he instantly holds onto you. his laugh sends shivers down your spine.

you pull back again, looking up into his eyes. your hands reach up to his face, oh so carefully cupping his cheeks. the stubble underneath your palms pinches your sensitive skin, but you refuse to pull away.

“are you real?”

he chuckles from your words, obviously not as high as you are yet. “yes, i am.”

he keeps his hands at a respectable level on your body, sitting at the natural dip in your waist.

“i think you look a lot like harry styles.” you mumble as you knead his face like dough.

he cackles loudly and leans into your gentle touch, “do i really?”

you nod in amazement, a permanent smile on your face. you’re pretty sure the alcohol and drugs hit you all at once.

maisie comes around from the back of him, popping her head between you both. she looks

completely strung out and fidgety.

“oh mais!” you exclaim and lunge into her open arms. she stumbles back and hugs your body tightly, “you’re dancing with harry fucking styles?” she squeals as quiet as possible in your ear.

your hand cups the back of her head and smooth over her soft blonde hair, secretly smelling her fruity shampoo scent.

“i know!” you yell so they both can hear you, “he looks just like him right?!” you scream and throw your arm over his shoulders to pull him down.

god, he smells so good too.

“no, that’s like actually him, dude!” maisie laughs at you loudly, her pupils are huge and her smile is oddly wide.

nausea suddenly overcomes your body as you look up at harry, realizing that it really is him.

“woah.” you murmur as you stumble into his side, he grips onto your body as you stare up at him in pure shock.

you turn your head to talk to maisie but she’s long gone. “what the fuck…” you breathe out as your hand goes to your forehead.

harry’s chest is jumping with laughter and you can’t help but laugh along with him. this has to be a dream. a random man has drugged you at the bar and now you’re dreaming of harry styles. there’s no fucking way.

you look up again, seeing the swallows peeking from his collarbones. your hand involuntarily moves to run your fingers over the ink, disappearing under his soft shirt.

his skin is smooth and supple. you’re literally touching harry fucking styles right now. he leans down to pull your body in even closer.

harry feels absolutely amazing right now. all he wants to do is touch you, smell you, even bite you- but in a good love bite kinda way.

there’s a ethereal glow surrounding your body in his eyes, the glitter on your eyes is shimmering beautifully. you’re like an angel.

“i want to kiss you.”

you look up at him through your eyelashes, giving him an innocent doe-like look which sends him in a spiral. the look makes him feel even higher. once he sees the beginning of a nod, he swoops down to capture your lips with his.

god, it feels even better than you imagined.

you instinctively moan into his mouth, your hands gripping his shirt to pull him closer.

his lips are slow and intense against yours, his hands travel farther down your backside. he palms the plumpness of your ass, squeezing the soft skin there.

you can feel how hard he is growing against your stomach, the thought alone makes you whimper into the kiss. he softly bites your bottom lip, pulling back and letting go so it bounces back.

“fuck. you feel so good.” he groans against your lips then starts to attack your neck.

harry can’t believe he is doing this in the middle of a dance floor, but he had seen people literally fucking each other in the corner earlier, so this is nothing compared to that.

you feel so relaxed, not one bit of anxiety in your body. you feel at peace, and so does harry. all

you both can think about is touching one another.

the song playing through the speakers is ‘pose’ by rihanna. the beat gives you the urge to dance, to move fluidly with the music.

“i know that you ‘wit it. pose bitch.”

you gently turn yourself around, pressing your backside into his front to softly grind against him. his hands rest on your hips, creating a v shape as they rest over the front of your skirt.

your hips move expertly against him, swinging side to side as he moans in your ear. he bites at your shoulder and whispers praises to you.

telling you how beautiful and amazing you are, and how badly he wants to take you to the car right now to fuck you in the backseat.

the mention of even having sex with him makes your underwear soaking wet.

you open your eyes to look around, the lights look fucking crazy. they’re bouncing everywhere and so bright. you squeeze your eyes shut tightly, breathing heavily as sweat makes your hair stick to your forehead.

“harry…” you groan breathlessly into the air. the bodies of other people surround you both as you dance, but it seems like you’re the only two in this club.

“what’s your name?“ he whispers into your ear.

you softly whisper it into his ear and he smiles against your skin, pressing a kiss to the damp area. “mm, gorgeous.” he continues to kiss your sweaty skin.

your hands rest on top of his, softly grabbing them to allow him to roam along your body. you guide his hands up your sides, over your breasts and back down to your ass. “fucking shit. your hands feel so good.”

he gently bites down on the junction between your neck and shoulder again, it makes you cry out.

‘6 inch’ by beyoncé starts to play next. your hips automatically adjust to the new beat.

the ceiling above you ignites with red lights. the hue casts a sensuous vibe over the whole club. the smell of sweat and alcohol lingers in the air, fog fills the room or maybe it’s just humidity from all the bodies.

“six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody’s business.”

you open your eyes again, just noticing how many people are so close to you both. panic grows in your chest.

“god damn, she murdered everybody and i was her witness.”

“i need to get out of here.” you turn yourself around, hiding yourself in harry’s sweaty chest.

“yeah? let’s go.” he grips your hand tightly as he leads you out of the crowd.

mia is hanging on a couch with a girl, her hand rests on her thigh then you realize that they’re making out. go mia!!!

“i want to leave.” you look up at him with pleading eyes.

he starts to pull you toward the entrance, but stops in his tracks. “we can’t leave… from the front…” he slurs his words as he looks around. you curl against his side until he spots the person he’s looking for.

it’s the same man that came up to talk to him at the bar.

harry guides you with him through the club, dodging people as he walks up to their group.

“hey, jeff. we’re leaving.”

the man looks up at harry and stops in the middle of his conversation. he looks over at you then harry, “yeah, i’m coming. wait a sec.“

the man continues his conversation, his hands moving as he talks to the group he’s sitting with. they all seem very posh, and filthy rich.

“harry.” you stand on your tippy toes and whisper into his ear, “i need to go to the bathroom.”

his grip tightens on your hip, “okay. i’ll walk you. come on.”

harry leans down to jeff, his hand rests on his shoulder. he quickly tells him he’s taking you to the bathroom before leaning back up to guide you.

he moves you to the back of the club, down a dim hallway littered with couples making out against the wall. “i’ll wait for you out here.” he leans down to peck your lips, which makes you smile.

harry gives you a questionable look, wondering why you haven’t left him yet.

“come on.” you tug on his blazer, pulling him closer to the bathroom door. “no i’m not fucking you in a dirty bathroom.” he mumbles so only you can hear.

“hm, man of class i see.” you let your fingernail drag down the middle of his exposed chest, evident goosebumps form on his skin.

“have you ever fucked someone in the bathroom of a club, harry?”

when you glance up into his eyes, they’ve somehow grown darker. whether it’s the lighting or the heavy amount of lust pulsing through his body.

“i have. have you been fucked in a dirty bathroom like this one?” he questions you back.

“no, i haven’t.” you say back with an innocent tone to your voice and a bat of your eyelashes.

his green eyes shift darkly from your confession, he glances around to determine that nobody around you is paying attention.

suddenly, his body is against yours as he lips attack your own. he swings the door open to the ladies bathroom, pushing your body backwards with his own and into a stall. he quickly pushes the lock over so the door stays shut.

you’re so overwhelmed with it, you don’t even realize your back is pressed against the door as his hands firmly grip your thighs to pull them up to his waist. you easily straddle him, tightening your grip around his hips so his cock presses against your core from underneath your skirt.

his hands swoop under the fabric of your skirt and bunch it around your hips so your lace panties were in full view.

“fuck. you’re so bloody hot.” he says as he bites your bottom lip again, but harder this time. it makes you gasp in shock but the feeling is glorious.

the mdma you took has you on a high to seek pleasure; harry has never felt so fucking horny in his life, and the same with you.

“oh god harry. please fuck me.” you whine loudly, making him suck on the sweet spot right below your ear.

his hands let your legs drop to the floor so he can pull your panties down in one quick motion. he doesn’t even give you time to get the fabric off your other foot as he picks you back up again.

“hold onto me tight. i don’t want you to fall.” he mumbles as he lets go of your legs. your panties hang on your foot, swinging with each movement.

your thighs grip his sides tightly as he reaches between you both to unzip his trousers and pull his cock out.

“oh wow.” you blurt out, your swollen lips hang out in astonishment. he’s big, the best size kinda big and it’s perfect.

he reaches into his blazer pocket to pull out a foil packet. a condom. “do you have like everything in there?” you say jokingly, making him chuckle as he rips it open with his teeth.

“let me.” you take it from his grip. you place the rolled up latex on the tip of his leaking cock, slowly rolling it down his shaft. his head rolls back in pleasure, closing his eyes as you gently touch him.

he feels amazing under your fingertips and palm. you want to keep touching him, to have him cum in your hand, but you know you’re both so worked up neither of you will last long.

you pull your hand back to hold onto his neck for leverage, making him hiss from the loss of contact.

one of his hands reach below, brushing against your inner thigh. oh so slowly, he pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you.

“fuck you’re soaked.”

you couldn’t help but let out the loudest moan, throwing your head back against the surface of the door. your skull hits the surface with soft thud. he takes this opportunity to attack your neck with bites and his tongue.

the coldness of his rings gently press against your hot core as he moves his fingers cunningly against that sweet spot inside of you. “jesus!” you yelp, your whole body jumps.

he pulls out his fingers, making you whine in protest. “hold on, baby.” his voice rasps.

he lines himself up perfectly with your entrance, teasing you by rubbing his cock through your folds, “fuck. oh my god. you’re gonna make me cum by just doing that.”

he lets out a breathy laugh at your comment and lets his hips push forward to slide into your heat. his head buries in the crook of your neck, leaving little kisses against your skin. a guttural moan falls from his pink lips, his body shivers with anticipation as he bottoms out.

“oh harry.” your fingers dig into the fabric of his blazer above his shoulders.

he pulls his hips back before thrusting sharply back inside of you, “ah!“ you yelp.

you press a kiss into his hair as he pins you against the door, “you okay?” he whispers into your ear and you nod swiftly.

he starts to gain speed, his hips aim at the perfect angle and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the empty bathroom. he’s absolutely railing the shit out of you right now.

you can hear the muffled music outside switch from a rap song to ‘softcore’ by the neighbourhood.

“fuuuuck.” he groans into your skin, attempting to keep himself quiet even though you’re the one letting out the loudest pornographic sounds ever.

you grab onto the hair at the nape of his neck, gripping it as your body bounces up and down from the force of his hips.

harry wouldn’t usually admit this but he’s already close, he’s always lasts long and aims to please his lover for as long as possible- but with all the molly and alcohol in his system, he can’t help but feel the need to release.

he lets out a soft moan of your name against your skin, his nails dig into the flesh of your ass as he rams into you.

“i might need you or i’ll break. are we too young for this?”

harry looks down between your bodies, watching how he disappears inside of you repeatedly. that about sends him over the edge, until the door squeaks to the bathroom followed by loud laughter.

harry’s hips snap against yours, all movements stopping as his head flies up from your shoulder to look at you. your eyes are wide with fear, knowing exactly who’s laugh that is. it’s maisie.

a loud snorting sound comes from behind the door, following by a girl squealing. god, what is she snorting now?

harry’s hand presses against your mouth in attempt to silence you when you go to speak, he shakes his head no. you look into his eyes, noticing how dilated his pupils are, the back almost covers all the green of his iris.

you gently bite his palm and he pulls back with a disapproving look on his face, shaking his hand in pain. “it’s my friend.” you mouth to him and an evil smirk curls on his lips.

no. don’t you dare, harry.

his eyes darken slightly as he goes to pull out of you, his hips snap back up to slam back into you. the door against your back rattles and you accidentally let a moan slip from your lips. his hand cups your mouth again, leaving your nose out so you can breathe.

the group outside of the door quiets down from the noises. “is someone getting fucked in that stall?” a nasally voice speaks which is not maisie.

“we should probably just let them be.” another girl says.

“hurry the fuck up and snort that shit. it was expensive. i wanna get out of here.” there’s maisie.

someone groans and then a snort loud follows.

“let’s go. it reeks in here. smells like sex.” the group of girls giggle from that comment as they all start to make there way out of the bathroom.

once the bathroom door shuts, harry’s unrelenting pace starts again. his hips slam back up into yours, making you shout out in pleasure.

“fucking hell.” he groans into your throat, licking a stripe up your neck. the feeling of his tongue sliding against your skin makes you feral.

you push off his expensive blazer, the fabric falls to the floor with no care in the world. your hands attack his chest, pulling at the buttons so you could feel his skin against yours.

one of his hands tug at your top, letting your breasts spill over the underwire. his hand completely surrounds your breast as he palms it. he leans down to give attention to the other one, gently capturing your nipple in his mouth.

“fuck harry. i’m so close. keep doing that. oh my god yes!” you scream.

it feels like the drugs and alcohol in your system are at their peak when your body ascends to your climax.

you pull his face up to yours, barely kissing him as you both breathe heavily through your mouths. his nose presses against yours, moans and curses falling from both of your lips mix together.

you feel like you’re on top of the world right now.

harry’s strides becomes a bit sloppier as he grows closer to his own climax. your whole body tingles with euphoria, the bliss of your orgasm electrifies your nerve endings and explodes as if a star is being born.

the white hot pleasure surrounds your whole body as all the air in your lungs escapes. your hands tug at his hair, making him whine from the feeling.

his arm wraps around your back when you arch away from the door. harry shudders as his hips still against yours, a deep groan falls from his lips. he couldn’t help but open his eyes to watch you, the view of your screwed up face makes his own orgasm hit even harder.

he bites down on your collarbone as he slowly pumps himself into you, riding out his high.

when your eyes reopen, you feel as if you’ve been hit by a bus. your whole body is trembling, your jaw is even shaking as if you’re cold. one of the symptoms from the drug you took.

harry brings one of his hands up to cup your cheek, gently rubbing the skin there. “you okay?” his voice is quiet and soothing as he continues to hold you up from the ground.

he presses a soft kiss against your lips, which you delay in returning since your brain is slowed down. “y-yes. i’m perfect.” you smile as you quiver in his arms.

he slowly eases himself out of you and pulls off the condom to tie up and dispose of it in the trash. you wince from the sudden feeling of emptiness.

“i’m gonna let you down nice and slow, okay?”

you nod as he lowers your legs to the ground, your knees buckle from holding up your weight but he keeps his grip on your back. he helps you conceal your chest back into your top and pulls your skirt down.

he picks up his blazer to place over your shoulders, your arms slide into the oversized sleeves. “you are fucking amazing.” he swoops down to grab your underwear that had fallen off and stuffs it in the pocket of the blazer that’s on you. he presses a kiss to your temple and he opens the door.

he guides you to the sink to wet a paper towel down, pressing it against the back of your neck.

you look at yourself in the dirty mirror, your makeup is smeared, your pupils are huge and your jaw is chattering. despite feeling like this, you have a glow to your skin from the godly sex you just had.

“you’re so beautiful.” he smiles at you through the mirror, making you blush even more.

a girl walks into the bathroom, obviously tinted green. she stops in her tracks when she sees harry then runs right into the stall you were just in and pukes everywhere.

“are you harry styles?“ she manages to speak as she belches.

“yeah, i am.”

the sound of puke hitting the toilet makes you grimace.

“let’s go.” he quietly chuckles as he leads you out of the bathroom.

as soon as he walks out, jeff was standing there on his phone leaning against the wall. “you ready?” he casually says as he looks up at you both with a sly smirk.

harry hums cheekily at him in response, “hi, i’m jeff.” he reaches a hand out to shake yours then realizes he probably shouldn’t.

you laugh sheepishly and introduce yourself. jeff leads you both out the back door, another bouncer opens it for you and escorts the three of you to a car that’s idled in the alleyway.

you then realize the bouncer is his driver when he opens the back door for the two of you to climb in and jeff climbs into the passenger seat.

harry let’s you climb in first then climbs in right after you. he helps you buckle up before doing his own buckle and wrapping an arm around your smaller frame to comfort you. the car then starts to drive and pulls out on the main road.

you eye the time, seeing it is almost four in the morning. you had gotten to the club around midnight. has it really been that long?

you can feel the drugs effects wearing off, fatigue aches at your bones and sleepiness causes your eyelids to grow heavy.

you don’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep until you feel weightless with pressure on the back of your neck and behind your knees.

you open your eyes to see a ceiling above your head, the room sways. you glance to the right to see harry’s head. he’s carrying you.

“what’s going on?“ you grumble.

“we’re back at my hotel.” he chuckles. something beeps and harry thanks someone as he walks into a room. cold air blasts against your skin, making you shiver.

harry walks you down the foyer, through another room and then through open french doors. he passes up the bed and walks into the bathroom to place you down on the surface of the counter. he busies himself in the drawers in the bedroom and comes back. he grabs a clean towel for you, hanging it up near the shower.

you plop off the counter to slowly undress yourself, throwing the discarded articles of clothing on the floor and toss your shoes off of your feet.

he turns toward the shower to turn on the water, letting the warm stream run for a bit. he undresses himself then helps you into the shower. he follows behind you, stepping into the warm water to help you wash your hair and body. god, the aftershock of molly is really hitting you hard.

after cleaning you and himself, he turns the water off and helps you get wrapped up in a towel. “come on.” he leads you to sit on the edge of the bed then busies himself in his drawers.

“here. something comfy to wear.” he smiles down at you sweetly and then goes to grab something for himself to wear. the clothes he picked out for you is a cream beastie boys band tee and a pair of boxer briefs.

everything you do feels like you’re in slo-mo. you unwrap the towel and pull the soft clothing onto your body. you plop back onto the bed, your legs still hanging off.

harry comes back in a pair of loose shorts with a plain tee shirt on, in his hand is a warm washcloth.

“for your makeup.” he crawls behind you, tapping his lap for you to come closer. you smile and wiggle your way up to rest your head on his thigh as he carefully wipes your makeup off of your face.

just from the feeling alone, you want to fall asleep. “mm, you’re so tired aren’t you?” you hum in response and nod.

“thank you for taking my makeup off.” you smile up at him and he nods. “of course. i would want someone to take mine off if i was this tired.”

you just let out a soft giggle in response. harry tosses the wet rag somewhere in the room once your face is cleansed of all the product, then cards his fingers through your hair to brush it. it’ll have to do for now.

“let’s get to bed.” he guides your half asleep self under the warm covers, letting you curl against him with your limbs sprawled on top of him.

harry’s own brain is foggy from the drugs but he knows it hit you harder than him and he’s so thankful he was the one to be taking care of you.

he can tell you’re already fast asleep by how heavy your body has gotten, he takes this time to scroll through social media. he sees countless pictures of him arriving at the club and thankfully none from inside.

fuck.

panic starts in his chest as he scrolls to a low quality video of someone zooming into the dance floor. it’s him and you grinding on him, but your face is turned away from the camera thankfully.

he reads the caption:

HARRY DANCING WITH A GIRL AT A CLUB IN LA TONIGHT via @emily.harris98

god, why does it have so many likes already?

he locks his phone and takes a deep breath. all he keeps thinking his how thankful he is your face isn’t shown, but hopefully nobody has another picture or video from another angle. this is exactly why he dreads opening instagram.

he looks down at you and brushes your wet hair out of your face. he presses a kiss to your forehead and closes his eyes to let sleep consume him.

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note: it was a little bit out of my comfort zone but i think it turned out good!! what do you guys think?

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[dontworrysunflower]

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart | h.s.

summary: you and harry met in 2013 when he wrote a song for your album. since then you’ve grown close and recently got married. you guys have never performed the song together…until now.

a/n: this came to me after his first performance and i couldn’t get it out of my head

warnings: cringey cuteness

word count: 2.44k

masterlist | enjoy!!

(not my picture, credits to owner)

You sat on a stool inside the recording booth, exercising your voice and testing out the equipment. You sang a couple of ranges and moved the microphone around until it was in your face. You watched your manager rush in, a big smile on her face. You smiled nervously at her antics since she was always composed and professional. “What’s with you?” You asked as you took off the headphones from your head and walked out of the booth. 

“It’s been so hard to keep this from you, but I have been in talks with someone who wanted to work with you and he’s written a song for you. He’s on his way up to show you the demo.” Your manager, Sofia, does a little dance behind Lily, who was your sound producer for this album. 

“Who?” You chuckled, looking over at Lily, who just shrugs at you.

Sofia giggles as she plops down on a sofa that’s tucked into a corner of the studio. “You won’t believe me. He’s very famous right now and gorgeous.” 

Your eyes widen at her choice of words. “You, Sofia, find a man attractive?”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “I’m gay not blind.” 

Both you and Lily start to laugh but it's shortened by a knock. Sofia jumps off the couch, “Come in, Harry!”

Your eyebrows furrow, that name sounds familiar, you thought. 

And you would be right, because the door diligently opens to present a tall man, tattoos on display on his golden skin, and his brown hair styled to look messy. He wore a plaid shirt that had the first couple of buttons open, showing off his multiple necklaces and more tattoos. 

Harry Styles. 

You’ve only seen him in passing at award shows, since you can’t get close enough to mutter an introduction. Sofia was right, he’s very popular. He was in the biggest boyband in the world, and he wanted to work with you?

“(Y/N), pleasure to meet you. I’m Harry.” He stood before you, his green eyes piercing into yours, a hand adorned with rings staying between you two. 

You gave him a tight lipped smile and took his hand, shaking it firmly to hide your stress over the situation. “It’s nice to meet you too, Harry. I’ll be honest, I didn’t know you were coming until thirty seconds ago.” 

He laughs and looks over at Sofia. “Yes, well I had asked Sofia to keep it a secret.” He chuckled nervously, his dimples indenting his cheeks. “Thought it would be fun.” He fully smiled down at you. 

He introduces himself to Lily, who was a little starstruck. Before you knew it, he got to work. Pulling out his phone from his back pocket and going into detail about his song. 

Just a little bit of your heart. 

+++

 That was almost ten years ago. After that day, he came by for every recording session, and not just for the song. But for the entire album. Outside of your family, he was the first person you showed the album to, and it was then you realized how important you were to each other. 

You hung out more after that, mainly as friends at first. But it soon turned into more. Harry kissed you at your release party, when he had pulled you away from the bustling crowd to give you a gift. You did your best to keep your relationship a secret, but it became harder as you both acclaimed more fame. 

Around the time he became a solo artist, you both decided that you didn’t care. You guys would go on dates and kiss in public, and everyone ate it up. You would talk about each other in interviews, and you guys would even do some together. His favorite thing to do is talk about you.

It was during lockdown that he had proposed to you. It was late at night (it was barely 10PM, but that was late for you guys) and you were lounging around in your shared living room. You guys were sitting silently when he jumped off the couch, startling you. 

“I’ll be right back.” He mumbled before he ran off to go upstairs, nearly tripping as he took two steps at a time. 

You could hear him shuffling around, his feet loudly stepping as he looked around for whatever he wanted. You hear him running back down the stairs, your smile softening as his hair bounced with every step he took. 

Before you knew it he sat back next to you and took your hand, smiling nervously at you. He opens a velvet box to show a beautiful diamond ring. “I have been meaning to do this for a long time.” He spoke softly, his voice breaking. Tears flooded his eyes. His painted fingers rubbed the skin of your hand delicately as he sniffled before he spoke up again. “I’ve known you for a long time and I have been in awe of you. I’ve spent every day for the past nine years with you, and I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?”

You chuckled through tears, your smile just as bright as his when you nodded. 

You got married in May of 2021 in an intimate ceremony with your closest families and friends.

And the rest was history. 

Here you were now in LA, two weeks before his Coachella performance. He was making his rounds on radio shows to promote his new song As It Was and his upcoming album Harry’s House. He sat in the dining room, playing around with the computer as he got ready for another interview. 

“Baby!” He whispered harshly. 

You turned around from making your coffee, seeing him looking at you in distress. You walked over to him, resting your hand on his back. “What?” 

“I can’t hear anything.” He looked at the screen nervously, seeing the interview laughing. 

You leaned down to look at the screen better, lighting smiling at the interviewer who waved but you couldn’t hear. “Computer…audio.” You pressed a couple buttons before turning towards Harry who was already looking at you. “Does it work now?” You asked him, looking over at the earphones in his ears. 

He nods and mouths a thank you before he kisses your arm. You kiss his head and walk back to your coffee. 

“Oh,” He chuckles. “Yes, that was the missus.” He looked over at you for a second. “After so long, you’d think I would get this zoom stuff down by now.” He giggled. 

It’s silent for a little longer. “It’s good, married life isn’t as different as I thought, but it's better if that makes sense.” He smiles as he talks, his eyes shifting towards you for a split second.  

You smiled into your mug, turning around to wave at him behind the computer before walking out, sending him a small wink. 

+++ 

Harry had been sitting in the same spot all morning, busy with interviews and meetings about his upcoming performance at Coachella. 

He had told you a couple of nights ago that he was going to have Shania Twain perform with him the first night, and you could tell by his little smile that he was excited but nervous. 

He had just gotten off the phone with her and Jeff when he called for you. You stayed put on the couch, your feet tucked under your bent legs. Your fingers played with the ends of the page of your book, your nail picking at the corner as you waited for him to find you. 

He appears a second later by the hallway, and a smile spreads on his face when he locks eyes with you. You smiled back at him as he made his way to you, a boyish smile playing on his lips. You bookmarked your page and placed your book on the coffee table in front of you as he jumped next to you, a giggle leaving his lips. His arms wrap around your middle and bring you to sit on his lap, your hands rest on his shoulders to steady yourself. 

“How’d it go?” You asked softly, your gaze shifting between his emerald eyes and his rose lips. 

His finger played with the frayed string from your shirt when he leaned in to kiss the corner of your lips. “Really good actually. I’m really excited.” His hands had moved to the inside of your shirt, his warm hands rubbing up the curve of your back. He kisses your clothed shoulder. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” His eyes stayed away from yours, showing just how nervous he was about what he wanted to bring up.

Your hands moved from his shoulders up the expanse of his neck and into his hair, taking off the clip on top of his head and ruffling his hair, giving him a middle part in his hair. 

“What if…in the second show, you come on stage with me? We could sing just a little bit of your heart.”

Your hands stilled in his locks and you looked at him with widened eyes, shocked at his sudden interest to perform together. In all the years you’ve known each other and your relationship has grown, he had never mentioned wanting to perform together, even when fans urged for it. You both have sung it separately, and you would be lying if you said you never thought about it, if you never hoped for it.  

“You wanna sing with me?” You asked, your smile growing, as well as his. 

“Of course I do, I feel like it’s the right time.” His dull fingertips scratch at your hips. “So is that a yes?” 

You answer him with a kiss. 

+++

April 22, 2022

You watched from backstage as Harry and the band finished a song, your hand wrapped around a wireless microphone, your in-ears tucked into your ears as you waited for Harry to introduce you. 

The band calmed down and got ready for the next song, a stagehand giving Harry an acoustic guitar to swing around his neck. Harry stands in front of his mic stand, his guitar pick in between his teeth as he runs his hands through his hair. 

He clears his throat. “This next song, I haven’t performed in a long time. Um, as many of you know, or maybe not. I wrote this song and gave it away-” He’s interrupted with screams. “I gave it away to a wonderful, talented singer. She’s a very indie artist, I don’t know if you know.”

You chuckle as his little joke, your foot tapping nervously. 

“Who knew that down the line, she would become my wife.” Everyone awes and screams. “Please help me welcome my beautiful wife, (Y/N) Styles!” The crowd gets louder as you walk out, your eyes adjusting to the change of brightness. You stand next to your husband and take his hand he held out. He kisses the ring on your finger that he gave you, making you blush. You wave to the crowd as stagehands bring you and Harry stools to sit on. Harry keeps a hold of you as you sit up. He adjusts himself on his seat and rests his guitar on his lap. He looks over at you, giving you a small nod with his eyebrows raised. 

“This is just a little bit of your heart.” 

The crowd claps and cheers as Ny Oh plays the piano behind you, a metronome and countdown playing in your ears before the backtrack starts. 

You sing the first verse, your eyes shut as you feel the music and lyrics. You both sing the chorus and then he sings the second chorus, your voice vocalizing behind him. 

When it comes to the bridge, you both sing, taking turns at singing each line. 

You inhale deeply, your eyes slightly opening to meet Harry’s as you get ready for your high note.He sends you a wink as he continues to strum his guitar. 

As you belt out, you realize that you can’t hear his voice in your ears but you don’t think much of it since you start to hear again a few seconds later, just before the song ends. 

You open your eyes fully to turn to the crowd and then to your husband, who had since stopped playing his instrument. He takes his microphone off the stand and takes your hand in his other one as you sing the last words together, the band behind you closing out the notes. 

The large audience erupts in screams, making you smile. You start to stand off your stool, your hand still in his as he yells “Give it up, for (Y/N) Styles!” 

You squeeze his hand and smile up at him, your eyes squinting at the changes in light. 

Before you walk off stage, you wave off into the crowd just before Harry pulls you into a hug and kisses your head then playfully shoves you. “Alright, my turn to shine now.” 

You shake your head and chuckle at him, secretly blowing him a kiss before walking off stage. But not before you give excited waves to the band before they continue on with the show. 

+++

It’s a couple of days after the show and you guys are back into hiding, staying in the comfort of your home before it all gets chaotic again, since his album is set to release in about a month. 

You’re bundled up on the couch, a fluffy blanket covering you up just below your ears as you scroll on TikTok; your latest obsession. 

You come across a video from your Coachella performance, both you and Harry sitting up on stage with a mic against your faces. You notice how Harry looked at you the entire time, his eyes trained on you as you sang your verse and the chorus. The video captures the moment between the two of you before your high note, your cheeks lightly heating from the memory of the wink. Even after so many years together, heh can still make you nervous. 

This video gives you the answer as to why you couldn’t hear his voice. He had completely stopped singing, had halted his fingers on the strings of his guitar as he admired you, a smile splitting his face. You see the moment he realizes he stopped performing all together, and as he starts up again his eyes never leave you. 

You can’t resist as you look at the comments, your face heating up at every lovely post. One pinned comment catches your eye. 

harrystyles: She has every bit of my heart. 

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hard times [dad!au]

a/n: i need everyone to ignore the title because it is impossible to think of titles and i didnt want to have boner in the title lol (also thank you to everyone who has read and reblogged by other stuff!!)

summary: harry can't help but be in love with his wife

wc: 1.5k+

tw: just some dad fluff but boners are mentioned like twice

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Everyone knew that Harry was obsessed with his wife. The only thing that surpassed his love for his wife was his love for his wife as a mum, and his little twins.

When his twins were born about a year ago, he thought his heart was going to explode. Hearing his little boy and girl cry for the first time made him fall to his knees gasping for air, unable to stop tears from streaming down his face. He had anticipated the day for years, daydreaming about holding his children for the first time and marvelling at their beauty, but when the moment arrived, he was so overwhelmed with joy that all he could do was sob.

His family occupied his whole heart, and having them join him on his last tour was so special to him. Being ‘The Harry Styles’ and being a dad were his two favourite things. Performing to tens of thousands who practically worshipped him was great. Performing to tens of thousands who practically worshipped him and then going backstage to see his beautiful wife and children was even better. Getting to rock his babies to sleep and watch y/n nurse and take care of them never got old.

Now that tour has been over for a month or so and the Styles family had gotten the chance to settle into a new routine in their London home, Harry was high on domestic bliss. His babies were adjusting to their new schedule and were transitioning well to solid foods. But you couldn’t have guessed from the way y/n was frantically writing out a detailed schedule and double checking that the food for the night were prepped and ready to go.

It was her first time going out with friends since becoming a mum, and despite having no reason to worry, she was worried. All the coffees she drank to try and last through the night did nothing to help her nerves, hence, her checking everything over and over.

A fond smile stretched across Harry’s face as he watched y/n potter around the kitchen from the hallway. She was already dressed for the night in a glittery black one-shoulder dress, matching heels and a smudgy black eye liner look with a sharp red lip. Harry knew that this was her go-to when she wanted to look and feel her best. Despite still carrying some baby weight, seeing y/n all dressed up again took his breath away and immediately made him hot all over. She somehow got even more stunning. Her body was a reminder of how she provided for two babies, how she gave him the greatest gifts of his life, so of course he worshipped her body. In fact, he thinks he lusts after his wife even more now.

Once her bump started to show, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her – stroking it, speaking to it, and kissing it. His favourite part of the day was when they were finally in bed and he could get his hands on his wife. He loved moisturising her bump for her, massaging her legs and feet to help with the swelling, and when the twins came, rubbing nipple cream after they were done nursing, taking advantage of the opportunity to pepper little kisses all over her. And almost every night without fail he would get hard. He couldn’t help it, he was insatiable. His heart and his prick would both swell with affection and love upon seeing how good of a mum she was.

Dylan tugged at his curls, causing Harry to wince and say softly, “Ow baby, ya hurtin’ daddy.” He gently untangled his curls from Dylan’s little hand and smacked a kiss onto his cheek. “Bored of just standing here with daddy huh? Let’s go see your sister and mummy yeah.”

As he walked into the kitchen, he let out a low whistle and said, “Look at this absolute babe in the kitchen.”

“Stop it H,” y/n muttered shyly. Even after all these years he never failed to make her blush.

“Wha’? Am I not allowed to give my wife compliments anymore?” He cupped her face with his free hand and pressed his lips against hers. He nibbled at her bottom lip and his hand travelled down her body to wrap around her waist and press her body against his. As he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, something firm pressed against her stomach, causing her to pull back and gasp playfully.

“H!”

“What!” he pouted.

She shook her head and teased, “We kissed for five seconds and you got hard.”

“Wrong,” he sang, raising his finger as if correcting her, “I’ve been hard for five minutes before we started kissing when I was watching you from over there.”

This earned him an eyeroll and a playful smack to the stomach.

“I can't compliment my wife, I can't get love boners, what's a husband supposed to do huh? You are so beautiful, and you take such good care of our babies, of course I’m gonna get hard. You make me feral. Hottest woman alive.”

“You are ridiculous.” She brushed him off getting shy again and started going through the babies’ routine for the night to try and take his attention off of her. “Make sure you test how hot the food is on your wrist before you feed them, and they need to finish their portions if not they will get hungry in the middle of –”

“Lovie,” Harry interrupted, “we'll be fine ok. I have done this a thousand times and the babies have been so well behaved yeah. Don’t worry about us and have fun, you deserve it ok.” He pulled her into him again and said, pressing soft kisses onto her face in between every word, “Go and enjoy yourself.”

“Okay, okay.” She passed Darcy to Harry who immediately nuzzled into her father’s warm chest. Harry carrying a baby on each hip was quite a sight, y/n supposes she understands his struggle because dad Harry did something to her.

Now that she didn’t have a baby on her, she felt exposed. Being in an outfit she would have worn before becoming a mum made her feel almost corny.

Sensing her change in mood immediately, Harry lowers his voice and asks with concern, “What’s wrong lovie?”

“It’s nothing,” she said, not wanting to bring down his mood. But of course, Harry knows his wife better than that, so he nudges his nose against her temple and whines, “Tell me, please.”

Her shoulders drop with a small sigh and she plays with the hem of her dress, her gaze refusing to meet his. “I just feel a bit … old. I’m a mum, almost turning 30 and I’m dressed as if I was still 20 years old.”

His brows knit together. “Hey! You’re not old. So what if you are almost 30, you look smoking hot in that dress and that makeup is sexy as fuck. I’m so fucking easy for you I got hard just from lookin’ at ya.” He then starts bouncing up and down to make his babies giggle. “Look at your mummy. Isn’t she the most beautiful woman ever? Aren’t we so lucky to have the best mummy ever?” Putting on a high pitched voice, he mimes the twins saying, “We love you mummy. We will be good for daddy so that you can get drunk. And when you come back you and daddy will make out and –”

“Harry Edward Styles!” she scolds. She gently hits his stomach again with a growing smile as he chuckled cheekily.

With one more goodbye and a kiss to each of her three babies, y/n finally left for her night out.

-

Closing the door behind her, y/n quietly unbuckled her heels and followed the low mumbling from the tv to where she expected Harry to be. In the living room was her 6ft husband curled up on the couch with Friends still playing. She knelt down beside his head and gently stroked his cheek and kissed his forehead. “Honey, wake up.”

With a whine, he uncurled himself and did a big stretch. When he blinked open his eyes and saw his wife, his mouth settled into a pout and asked hoarsely, “Kissy?”

“Of course honey,” she mumbled through a smile. He was too cute.

On their walk to their bedroom Harry refused to let go of her. He hugged her arm to his chest the entire time, pushed her hand away when she tried to unzip her dress herself, and hugged her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder and nuzzling into her neck as she took off her makeup and brushed her teeth.

She turned to face him and muttered into his cheek still buried in the crook of her neck, “You alright honey?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “just missed you tha’s all.”

“I missed you too. You wanna cuddle now?”

He squeezed her tighter and nodded. Unable to escape his embrace, y/n opted to walk to bed with her pouty husband clinging to her. When he found a comfortable spot cuddled up against her chest, he whispered, “I love you. Our babies are perfect. Our family is perfect.”

She couldn’t agree more.

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omg pls write smthg ab harry eating the reader out then they hear her roomate come in the house and instead of stopping he just gets under the covers and keeps eating her and her roomate comes in and like has a conversation with her and she s trying so hard not to moan while he s just going down on her like theres no tmrw😩😩😩😩

in which harry carries out eating you out under the blanket when your roommate walks in on you

Recordstore romance- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings 

Recordstore romance/ alternatively, read on wattpad

Insufferable (word count: 1.8k)

“Harry” you scoffed, then felt his chuckle vibrate against your chest. He was resting his head just atop your boobs while you were lying in bed, watching a movie on your laptop. Every so often, he would sneak a hand under your top and start fondling your breasts since you’d forgone wearing a bra.

“Can’t really expect me to just have them under my nose and not wanna play with them, can you?” he mumbled, dragging the pad of his middle finger ever so slightly around one of your nipples

You fidgeted, making the laptop slide off your thighs. He was getting to you “Look what you’ve done!” you sighed audibly

He raised his head slightly then, looking at you all smug “Fuck the movie. Got something a lot more interesting right here” he pinched your nipple then making you gasp and him grin wickedly and you could just kill him for it

“Harry, you’re being insufferable. You know we can’t, here. We’ve been through this before”

“Do I? I don’t remember that I do. Remind me again, why the fuck not?” there was a slight edge to his voice and you realized he really wasn’t just teasing you this time around

“Because” you raised an eyebrow “This is a fucking bunk bed! We’re gonna break it if we even try! Not to mention there’s hardly any room, it’s a single mattress. You can’t even sit up straight without hitting the ceiling—"

“Why would I need to sit up straight?” he interrupted you, contorting his face

“Aaaand” you interrupted him, in turn “The whole reason this is a bunk bed in the first place is because I have a roommate, in case you’ve forgotten? Meriam? The one who sleeps on the bottom bunk?”

“Yeah, and she’s at that Marron 5 concert, isn’t she?”

“Harry, cut it out” you warn but that only makes him hover over you fully, his elbows on each side of you, both his hands now under your top, fondling your breasts

“She’s not gonna be here for another 2 hours at the very least. Would you relax?” his voice was deeper, barely audible over the sound of the movie that you haven’t even paused and would now have to rewind. The laptop had slid off to the side towards the wall, and before you could protest any further, Harry took the hem of your top between his teeth, dragging it over your breasts. You hissed at the cold air hitting your naked upper body, your dorm room was especially chilly this time of year, late in the autumn, when the heating wasn’t on yet for some reason you couldn’t comprehend. That’s why you and Harry had been cocooning under your blanket looking at a movie in the first place.

“Sorry, baby” he brought the blanket further up and over his shoulders “Here, lemme warm you up, hm?” he attached his warm mouth next to one of your hardened buds and you mewled contentedly, suddenly forgetting all about why this had seemed like such a bad idea “Gonna get you all sweaty in no time” he liked at your breasts and you could barely hear him all muffled, what with the blanket over his shoulders and his long hair tenting his face, you were surprised he had any air, but he was a man on a mission. You arched your back when he finally slid his hand down the front of your sweats and palmed your pussy over your panties “It’s working already. You’re burning up” he raised his head to look at you- smirking, of course, to which you rolled your eyes but you ended up throwing your head back entirely when he fingered your panties to the side and started dragging his finger up and down your slit, spreading your wetness

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” you grunted, pushing yourself onto his fingers, your body betraying you

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it. You hate my fucking guts, I can tell” he then smacked your pussy sharply using the tips of his fingers and you jumped at the impact, enabling him to drag your sweats down your legs along with your panties and kicking them to the edge of the bed somewhere under the blanket.

He hit his head to the ceiling when he sat back on his knees to help you undress, though. “You deserved that” you giggled and he narrowed his eyes at you

“Oh, I’ll show you what you deserve, then”

God knows how many eternities later in, and you were a sweaty mess. Harry had made good on his promise. He’d been edging you for God knows how long, eating you out and fingering you to the brink of orgasm only to then chuckle at your needy whimpers as he kissed you and played with your breasts enough to have you come down a bit. He would then resume his attentions to your cunt and you just didn’t know if you hated or loved him for it.

“Harry” you moaned “Please. I can’t take it anymore. Please…”

“I love it when you beg” he groaned against your pussy and you moaned a bit louder than you’d intended at the vibrations that had caused. He was the one that kept having to remind you now that you were at your dorm. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Just before you were about to make a sassy remark that would’ve probably earned you a few more rounds of him edging you, you heard quick footsteps to your door accompanied by the unmistakable voice of your roommate.

There wasn’t much time to do anything about it, so you simply pushed your top down and grabbed the blanket that had been long ago thrown to the side, covering yourself up, along with Harry, thankful that the movie was still ongoing this whole time.

“Yeah. No, I know! You told me. Hey, listen, I just got back to the dorm, text you in a bit” Meriam hung up her phone and threw it on her desk “Shit, Y/N. Would it kill you to open up a window from time to time? I know you’re always cold, but Jesus! It’s like a sauna in here!”

You glanced at your roommate over the railing of your top bunk, hoping upon hope that the angle did a good job of hiding the big lump under your blanket

“Sorry. Hey, but weren’t you supposed to be at the concert? Is it over already?”

“Get this! The two numbskulls I was going with bought the tickets from God knows where and when we got to the venue, turns out they were fake! Fucking Naomi and Connie, man…”

You could hear Harry feign a gasp from under the blanket, parroting your roommate “Naomi and Connie…”

You pushed your hand under the blanket and found his hair, tugging harshly at it, eliciting a wince from him. You cleared your throat, hoping Meriam hadn’t heard any of that “Shit, that blows. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to it”

Your roommate scoffed “I dunno why I let them handle the tickets, it’s my fault, really. Like when have they even done a thing right. Never, I swear to God if I—"

You yelped, interrupting her when Harry’s finger plunged right back into you, followed closely by his lips sucking intently on your clit. You’d already been on the brink of your orgasm several times, and you were incredibly sensitive. And he was now, finally working you exactly the way he knew you liked it, hitting your g-spot perfectly and sucking your clit using just the right amount of pressure

“Are you alright?”

“Huh? Why?”

“You sound a bit nasal. And you look kinda sweaty, maybe you’re coming down with something. Your eyes are glazed over. Want me to go make you a cuppa?”

“Ohhhh. Oh, my God. Yes! Please!” you sighed, probably sounding a bit overly enthusiastic to Meriam, who had only offered to make you some tea “Uhmm… That sounds… Amazing”

She giggled “Ok, weirdo. You could’ve asked. Just don’t get me sick, I’m still gonna try and get tickets for the day after tomorrow, but guess who’s not invited this time around! Hey maybe you can come too, if you’re feeling better?”

“Mmmhm. Gonna come!” you squealed, your voice strained. Harry was relentless, even though you definitely pulled on his hair hard enough for it to hurt, it appeared that he wasn’t stopping until you saw stars

“Think you might have a fever” she laughed “Ok, ok, I’ll be right back with that tea”

Just in time with Meriam closing the door to your shared dorm room behind her, you finally came- so violently that you thought for a brief second that you might both end up on the other side of that top bunk. He milked every last twitch out of your body before throwing the blanket off of him and gasping for air, his sweaty hair glued to his face, panting heavily.

He barely got in a lungful of air before you had to cover him right back up, your roommate kicking the door open unexpectedly “Forgot to close the window, don’t want you catching pneumonia on top of that cold”. She then made her way back to the door “You look like you’re about to pass out. Should I be worried?”

You shook your head in slow motion, with what little energy you had left after that mind blowing orgasm. She made for the door and stopped for a second, just as she was about to leave again, as if to turn around and say something else, but ultimately decided to leave anyway.

You sighed heavily and Harry emerged once more from under the blanket. He looked as though he’d just ran a marathon. You couldn’t help but breathe out a faint laughter “You deserved that, too”

He exhaled audibly as he made quick work of jumping off the bed “Oh yeah? Lemme know how you explained these to Meriam. There’s no chance she didn’t spot them” he flashed his trademark devilish grin at you as your eyes widened, watching him get his Chelsea boots on as well as his fedora he’d carelessly tossed by the door when he’d gotten there “Enjoy your tea, darling. She’ll be serving it to this whole campus. Bet Naomi and Connie are already in the loop” and with a final wink, he was out the door leaving you half naked and burning up even more than before.

Property of Harry Edward Styles

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