#hary styles fanfiction

[cupid-styles]

bodyguardrry x stripper!y/n?

pink pony club

in which harry is a bodyguard at the club y/n dances at

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: spicy content, minor violence, a small unwanted touching scene, smut (thigh riding, spitting, dirty talk, breast play, one "sir" mention, minor slapping......I think that's it gkdfjgkjd)

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Harry doesn’t care much about his job.

He’s not all that interested in working night shifts that start at 8:30 p.m. and don’t end until 4 a.m. He’s not tempted by the constant flow of alcohol, the endless lines of powder that decorate the bartop and booth tables, and the half — and sometimes fully — naked girls that make their money by twirling around oiled up stripper poles and sweet-talking businessmen. 

His job as a bodyguard is simply a means to an end. A paycheck. A way to survive. 

Unless Y/N is working.

The second she started at Pink Pony Club, it felt as if his world brightened up. She emitted an effervescent pink hue everywhere she went, bathing Harry in it with her bright smile and sweet eyes. He’s always kept a special eye on her — while he didn’t care for the logistics of his job, he took the safety of the dancers seriously, and Y/N was no exception. In fact, maybe she was the exception. 

He was the only dancer he watched. She was the only one he spoke to. His pretty, shy, pink girl. 

When she took one-on-one dances in the Red Room, he was the guard she asked to accompany her. He never minded. No, he dropped everything to be there with her, even if it meant standing there stoically, watching as she grinded on the lap of a man that would tip her too little. 

If it were him, he would never take her perfect presence for granted. 

He would sit back and let her take her time. Shower her in every compliment his brain could churn out. He’d comply with the strict no touching rule, but god, if his hands wouldn’t tremble at his sides. He’d have to sit on them to stop himself from doing something stupid.

Sometimes, it’s what he wished those grimy men would do. Like this piece of shit, who’s been shelling out hundred after hundred dollar bills to keep Y/N locked away in the Red Room all night. It’s been hours and the guy can barely keep his head up straight. From Harry’s spot in front of the door, he can tell Y/N’s tired and in need of a break. And when the song comes to a crawling end, he’s ready to step in and tell the guy to get lost, but he’s already digging in his pocket for his wallet. Harry grits his teeth as he watches Y/N’s shoulders fall. 

“Another one,” the idiot mutters, stuffing three hundred dollars in the waistband of her panties. Y/N jerks away from his touch and the man stills, flashing her a confused expression. “What? I’ve paid you your entire yearly salary tonight and I can’t put some fuckin’ money in your panties?”

Harry’s fists ball up at his sides, already taking heavy strides towards them as Y/N’s mumbling out, “you’re not allowed to touch the girls.”

“Oh, give me a fuckin’ break,” he wails, sending a look of disbelief to Harry, as if he should agree with him. “This girl’s a cocktease!”

Harry snorts and Y/N shuffles off the man’s lap. He stands in front of her, creating a physical barrier between the two. 

“You heard her, you’re not allowed to touch any of the girls. Doesn’t matter how much money you’ve paid.” Harry says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you gonna get lost or are we gonna have a problem?”

The guy rolls his eyes. “You’re telling me you’re always here watching over this one and you’ve never once copped a feel? She’s out with her fuckin’ ass and tits out and you—”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish whatever disgusting sentence was coming out of his mouth because Harry’s already pulling him up by the shirt collar. The guy yelps as Harry’s strong grip yanks him off the couch and he scoffs, resisting the urge to spit in his face.

“Disgusting piece of shit.” he mutters, throwing him up against the maroon velvet wall. “You know that? You think you can fucking talk about her like she’s some kind of object?”

“She’s a stripper!” he exclaims, raising his hands up in mock defense. 

“I don’t fucking care,” Harry growls, “She could be an escort for all I care, but you don’t touch anyone without their fucking permission. Especially her. Do you fucking hear me?”

“Yeah, man, whatever! It’s all good, I promise!”

“Oh, it’s all good?” he mocks, keeping him pushed up against the wall with his hand up against his chest. His other arm cocks back and his hand forms a tight fist, his knuckles white as hot adrenaline courses through his veins. He’s ready to beat this guy until he’s unrecognizable — until he hears it. 

A small, quiet whimper of his name. 

Immediately, he turns around. Y/N stands behind him, looking small and helpless with glassy eyes. Again, she repeats his name. “Harry,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s not worth it, I don’t wanna lose my job. Just let him go.”

And just like that, he does.

He lowers his fist, his hand unfurls around the cheap fabric of his button-up, and he’s free to go, scrambling out of the Red Room before Harry has the chance to tell the other bodyguards to escort him out. But he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the teary eyed girl with trembling fingers. 

“Baby,” he breathes, fear surging through his chest as he wraps a tender arm around her waist. He sits onto the crushed velvet bench and pulls her into his lap, keeping a soothing hand placed at the small of her waist. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She quickly shakes her head, allowing the tears to flow a bit more freely now. “I-I’m okay. Just scary.”

“I know,” he mumbles, biting his lip. “Was it— did I scare you?”

“No, no. I know you were just… trying to protect me.” she says softly, blinking her eyes at him.

“I was, sweetheart. I promise. I would never do anything to hurt or scare you.”

She nods. “I know.”

“How much longer do you have left of your shift? I can take you home. You shouldn’t be working when you’re upset.”

Y/N glances down at the watch around Harry’s wrist, nibbling on her bottom lip as she thinks. It’s already 2, which means the club closes in less than three hours.

“Just another hour. I can make it,” she replies as she straightens her posture in his grasp. “I’m just… I don’t think I’m ready to go back out there yet.”

“That’s fine. We can stay here as long as you’d like.” And he’d certainly knock out anyone who threatened to give her shit for it.

They sit in silence for a bit and Harry keeps a protective arm looped around her waist the entire time, drawing soft circles into her exposed hip. He feels relief at knowing that she doesn’t express discomfort at being in his arms and frankly, if it were up to him, she’d never leave them.

Harry’s torn from his thoughts when she runs her fingers over the expanse of tattoos that cover his arms. Glancing down, he watches as her manicured nails slowly float from the anchor on his wrist all the way up to the ship on his bicep. He swallows, staying impossibly still as she analyzes the ink. Eventually, she lands on the cursive A on his shoulder.

“Girlfriend?” she asks, peering up at him. He shakes his head.

“Mum,” he murmurs, “Do you have any tattoos?”

Y/N nods. “One.”

Harry’s tongue peeks out to moisten his lips as he maintains heavy-lidded eye contact with her. He’s seen nearly every bit of her skin and prickles form in his stomach, thinking about where her hidden tattoo could be. 

“What is it?”

Slowly, she shifts off of his lap to stand in front of him. Using deft fingertips to peel the waistband of her lacey lingerie down, she reveals a simple red rose inked into her skin, just above where her mound begins. Harry swallows harshly at the sight. 

“Do you like it?” 

Harry huffs out a laugh. “Gorgeous.” he mumbles.

“I was thinking about getting another one,” she breathes as she shimmies the fabric just a bit lower. She taps the small patch of skin across from the rose. “An H, maybe.”

“That would be a silly decision, sweetheart,” he says lowly, leaning back against the bench and spreading his legs a little wider. “You don’t want an initial for the guy who beats up idiot losers.”

“I do, though. I love knowing you’re there to protect me.” she replies. Briskly, she climbs back into his lap, this time straddling his waist and placing her knees on either side of him. As if on instinct, he wraps his arms around her to steady her, pressing one palm to the back of her thigh. 

“I’ll always be there to protect you,” he mumbles, chest tightening as she leans closer. Her lips are centimeters away and it makes his breath catch in his throat. His throat bobs as he swallows, angling his head ever so slightly to minimize the small gap between them, and then he whispers: “Stop me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” she’s so close to him that her breath ghosts over his plush lips, “Kiss me. Please.”

That’s all he needs to seal their lips, her shaky hands finding purchase at the back of his neck. It feels so special to have her hands on him as their lips meld; slowly at first, and then she’s straightening her back to push her chest forward, desperate to be closer, closer, closer. 

It feels like their only source of oxygen is coming from one another. Harry’s hands grip her ass firmly, squeezing the plump skin in his palms. He’s content with keeping things here at a steady PG-13 level until her wet mouth breaks away for just a moment, only long enough to murmur, “touch me, I need it.”

A groan oscillates from his throat as his hands travel down to her neck, her shoulders, her chest, and then finally her breasts. His hands find the covered peaks of her nipples and she inhales sharply, shuddering beneath his touch. He smirks as he settles on the right side of her chest, using his thumb to gently brush over her nipple. She straightens her spine and leans into the sensation as he slowly rubs it back and forth. 

"Always gonna keep you safe. You know that?” Harry mumbles into her mouth, licking at the seam of her lips. Her eyes squeeze shut and her thighs threaten to close around his wide, spread legs. “Uh-huh,” she nearly whines. He swallows as he watches her, noticing her quick descent into desperation. He gives her nipple a soft squeeze before quickly pausing to unhook her bra and toss it to the floor. He resumes his teasing just a moment later, leaning forward and attaching his lips to the hard bud. A quiet, shaky mewl falls from her swollen lips. He parts with a pop but only to spit messily onto the peak. She gasps when he takes her nipple into his mouth again, hissing as he bites the skin. It’s not hard or long enough to elicit any real pain, just a sweet sizzle in her stomach that makes her tug at the curled ends of his hair. He chuckles softly at her reaction before licking over the bite and tucking the bud back between his lips. Once he’s gotten his fix, he removes his hand from her breast and moves it up to her mouth. "Open." he commands. As if under a spell, her bottom lip drops open and Harry pushes two of his fingers inside, pressing them down against her tongue. "Dirty little mouth, hm?" He murmurs. She nods submissively and he grins, "Suck." She closes her lips, encasing his long fingers in her mouth as she begins to slowly bob up and down, taking them further. His fingertips make contact with her throat, eliciting a short gag as the muscles contract slightly around them. Quickly, he removes them. "Did I hurt you?" She shakes her head and reaches up to wipe away some of the drool that had escaped her mouth. "No. I like it." "Are you lying, baby?" He asks, moving her hair over her shoulder, "This isn't fun for me if you're just doing what you think I want." "I'm not lying, I promise. I like it." Harry's lips curl into a smirk. "Tell me what else you like, then." As she opens her mouth, he shifts his thigh between her legs, the muscles flexing firmly against her core. She gasps, though Harry pretends like he hadn't done anything, instead nodding at her shortly; an encouragement to follow his directions. "I like gagging on your fingers." She whines as he begins to move his thigh back and forth, just slow enough to create some friction between their bodies. "Yeah? What else do you like?" "You," she whimpers, gently rocking her hips against his jean-clad thigh, "When you keep me safe.” "Ah, my pretty baby likes feeling protected?” She nods as she begins to quicken my movements. He stills her hips but before she has a chance to whine about it, he mumbles out a "budge up, baby" so he can slip her panties off her legs. She resists the urge to hiss at the contact, her stomach tightening at the feeling of his thigh muscle against her. For a moment, he inspects the sodden underwear, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You made quite the mess in these, baby. What got you so turned on?” She swallows harshly, her chest shaky. “Y-you. Seeing you threaten that guy for me.” He smirks but decides to leave it at that, feeling the desperate warmth radiating from her core. "Go 'head," he mumbles, leaning back. "Let me see you use me." She feels her hole contract at his words, mentally cringing as he chuckles. He feels how needy she is and he absolutely loves it. Slowly, she starts to grind against his thigh, holding in pathetic whimpers at the solid surface making contact with her clit. Harry tsks when he notices her roll her lips into her mouth. She looks down as he moves his hand towards her lower half, momentarily excited that he’ll pet at her the way she’s craving. The dream is short lived when he parts her pussy lips instead to look at the wet mess between them. "Don't hide your sounds," he scolds, pressing the pad of his fingertip to her clit, rolling it in small circles. "They're too pretty.”

She nods, prepared to continue her movements when she gasps out in surprise. Harry had delivered a swift slap to her clit — not painful enough to ask him to stop, but just enough to deliver a sizzling sensation to her core. "Tell me you'll moan for me." "I will, sir," she whines, rutting helplessly against his hand. He smirks and pinches the skin at her inner thigh before nodding again, a wordless order to continue. Hesitantly, she rocks her hips, building up a slow and intentional pace that hits her clit at the perfect angle. She’s dripping now, embarrassingly so, and making a mess both between their legs and on Harry's, but she’s too turned on to care. There’s something about knowing he’s watching her get off and doing exactly what he asks of her that sends her to another dimension. It’s not long before she feels a familiar tightening in her stomach. They’d built each other up and up and up, teasing one another until they could barely stand it, so she’s not surprised when her muscles started to clench, pathetic gasps falling from her swollen lips. "Is my good girl gonna cum?" Harry teases from beneath her. She nods jerkily, her nails digging into his stomach. "Let me see. Cum all over my leg, baby. Make a mess." Harry's dirty talk is finally what does her in. With a few more rocks of her hips, she’s in heaven, whimpering out calls of his name as she peaks. He holds her hips to keep me on his leg as she bounces helplessly through her orgasm, her eyes slowly blinking open to find a smirk on his face when she finally begins coming down. "You're heaven sent, y'know that?" he mumbles. Y/N laughs breathily as she shakes her head, her blushy gaze falling to his lap. He thumbs at her bottom lip and gently nudges her chin up. “Lemme take you home tonight,” he whispers, cupping her cheek in his palm, “I wanna take care of you.” She nods. “Yeah, okay. You’ll wait for me to finish my shift?” “Of course,” he murmurs as he presses his forehead against hers. “Always.”

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Finished my first full harry fic (Devil’s Due) and…OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD SO GOOD OMG OMGOMGO THE ENDING IS SO FUCKING GOOD SOMEONE PLEASE SCREAM ABOUT IT WITH ME PLEASE LOL

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[babyyhoneyyy]

I wanna kiss your neck H.S

“You mean a lot to me too, Harry. You’re my best friend.”

He grinned. “Oh? You let all your best friends eat your pussy and choke you, then?”

“Don’t be a dick,” she smacked his chest lightheartedly, “we can try like… friends with benefits?”

Or,

The one where Y/N and Harry are best friends, but they’ve crossed a big, fat line that says otherwise.

You can read this as a stand-alone but its more fun as a part two to this one <3

word count: 4K

content warning: mature. I got a little carried away 😭 also fwb!harry (my fav)

When Y/N woke up the next day, Harry was pressed tightly to her back, arm slithered around her waist and stuffing her impossibly closer to his slumbering body. She could feel the rumbling of his snores against her spine and he must have sneaked into her bed after she fell asleep, ditching the couch pallet she prepared for him in her living room. He had a habit of doing that so she wasn’t shocked or alarmed by his sudden appearance behind her.

All Y/N could really think about was what the actual heck happened the past night when Harry offered to ‘make her feel good.’ She would be lying if she said he didn’t make her come harder than anyone else ever had. The way he worked her body had her all hot and bothered again, restless in Harry’s tight grip when he groaned all of a sudden, all raspy and deep right in her ear, “stop moving, Berry.”

Berry.

He hadn’t called her that in a while. It was a nickname he often resorted to when Y/N and him were little, their first meeting being one where Harry caught Y/N blue-stained and sticky-fingered in the playground because she was inhaling the berries her mum packed her for a snack. He pointed at her face with a stern look and said the singular word, Berry. And from then on it stuck, all the way up till they were seniors in high school, where the name lost its appeal and Harry got whisked away into the hot, popular persona he adopted at the time.

After that he sparingly said the word, it only slipping out in unconscious or vulnerable moments, and apparently that morning was one too.

When she twisted in his grasp so she faced him, Harry blinked one eye open, “go back to bed. It’s the weekend for fucks sake.” He shuffled so he was facing her on his side, not withdrawing his hand fully as it still rested in the dip of her waist and thumbed over the smooth skin there. He had ditched his sweater for the night, just in a pair of soft sweatpants. His hair was pulled back in a bun but most of the strands were free now, thanks to his restless tossing and turning in bed. “I know it's the weekend, it doesn’t mean we laze around all morning. I have things to do.”

“Who said anything about all morning? Just five more minutes.”

Five more minutes turned into ten, and ten minutes later Harry somehow made his way between her thighs again. It started with him stroking her side, up to her shoulder and scratching his nails against her scalp. When she would try to make a move to leave bed and freshen up, he thumbed over her jugular and pushed her to lay on her back, scooting closer to her so he could lean over her side.

“Want me to eat you out again?”

It’s a terrible ploy to keep her in bed— one so outrageous it actually works and Y/N finds herself quickly nodding, slipping her hands in his hair to pull his hair tie. He kissed down her neck, sloppy and slow, all the way across her tummy and the tops of her thighs. She didn’t wear anything on her bottom half since she thought she was going to be sleeping alone but that proved a good decision when Harry had easy access to her sopping cunt.

From then on it was as good as it was the first time. In fact, it might have been even better. He was passionate as he stuffed his face into her, lifted her thighs so they bracketed his cheeks like he wanted to suffocate himself. His tongue was unrelenting, wriggling between her folds and making those noises that made Y/N’s face and neck go red as she pulled his locks harshly between her fingers. When he pulled out his favourite move of isolating her clit and flicking the tip of tongue against it hard and fast, it had Y/N shaking and whining out loud. She was brought to the edge very quickly after that, back arching and a loud gasp spilling from her mouth.

Harry popped off from her with a filthy sound, wiped his chin with the back of his hand and smirked up at her fucked-out state.

After that, it became some sort of trend.

Every weekend, Harry would come over to her apartment like he normally did, they’d chat about their week, pick out a movie and crack open a bag of chips only for Harry to nudge her mid-movie with his eyes sparkling and lip between his teeth and he’d ask her if he could go down on her again. So he would, and it would be amazing every time. Somehow he was even more enthusiastic than he was the last time, licking into her eagerly. It was like he wanted to drown in all she offered and one night he refused to let her go, slicking her folds over and over again until she came about three times.

Everytime he made her come she’d ask to return the favour since he was always sporting a painfully large bulge when he pulled away from her. Yet every time he politely declined— told her he was fine and would take care of it himself.

But this time Y/N was not letting that happen.

She was hell-bent tonight on getting him to come, no matter how much he persisted she didn’t need to do anything for him. Y/N knew tonight would be like the others— he’d find himself face-first between her thighs within 20 minutes of walking through her door. It’s not like she didn’t appreciate his very obvious oral fixation, it was just that her body was beginning to get used to his delivery of orgasms every weekend and she now had a different sort of ache that she needed to get fixed.

The ache to be filled up by him.

The burn of his cock inside of her was one she found herself craving often. She knew he was big by the way he would sometimes press his bulge against her thigh for some relief. All she wanted was for him to sink inside of her, reach all those spots she just knew he’d be able to hit and fuck into her nice and deep.

Obviously this was crossing a big, fat, red line.

Y/N and Harry were friends.

Best friends, in fact, ever since they were in the playground. Just the fact that he was spending his weekends suffocated by her pussy was definitely against the rules childhood best friends were bound to follow, but maybe they could venture into something more than just that— and Y/N didn’t mean dating.

Maybe something like a friends with benefits situation.

Yeah, Y/N didn’t mind having an arrangement of that sort with Harry. Besides, she trusted him, and surely their bond was strong enough to go through with it.

When he arrived at her door at about 7PM, Y/N jumped to quickly open it, finding Harry standing there with a single dimple making an appearance, hair pushed back and clad in a pair of matching sweatpants and a hoodie. He didn’t waste a beat in pressing himself against her, his greedy hands all over her waist as he walked her back into her apartment. “Hey,” he breathed, kissing her just below her ear, “I missed you.”

Y/N heard the door shut behind him, her eyelids fluttering under the feel of his lips against her skin, suckling warm kisses across the skin. “You saw me last weekend.”

“Mm. Too long.”

Harry’s voice was muffled against her skin, and he pulled back to brush his nose against her, his hands now sneakily resting against her bare waist. “It’s just seven days you horndog.”

“Heyy. Don’t say that like you hadn’t missed me either.” He pouted, shoving her hip so she fell back on the couch. Harry quickly climbed over her, hips snug between her thighs as he tenderly brushed her hair away from her forehead. Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up as he stared right at her. “Yeah,” she accepted defeat, like his eyes had fed her some sort of truth serum, “I missed you too. A lot.”

He must have liked her answer, because he pecks her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, then skips right over to the top of her chest exposed by the low neckline of her shirt, “did you, now? What about me did you miss, Berry?”

She didn’t respond for a while, lost in the feel of his mouth against her skin, trailing lower and lower until he pushed her shirt up and over her tits. The peaks of her nipples were pebbled, practically begging for Harry to wrap his mouth around them. Warm fingers slivered up her tummy to squeeze both her tits in his palm harshly. “Asked you a question.”

“Fuck,” those same fingers travelled over to her nipples, pinching the sensitive bud until her back arched off of the sofa, “um, your mouth.” The words barely left her throat as she struggled to keep her composure, squeezing Harry between her thighs so tightly he was afraid he’d get bruises on his hips. “That’s nice. Using me for my mouth, then are you? Quite selfish if you ask me.” Y/N knew he was only joking, but she couldn’t help bucking her hip into his, twisting his hair between her fingers.

“I’m not selfish! Just… need you.”

She barely recognised her voice, it sounding whiney and desperate as Harry finally dragged his tongue against her nipple, index finger and thumb bracketing her breast as he held it to his mouth. The way he moved his tongue was almost calculated; careful and thoughtful as he figured out the way to best please her— flicking the muscle against her bud, grazing it with his teeth and lulling long, slow circles around it. “S’okay. You can have my mouth. It’s all yours anyway.”

He popped off from her chest, leaving her a heaving and whimpery mess, though before he could fit his shoulders between her thighs, Y/N was quick to pull him back up with his hair so he was level with her face. The burn against his scalp made him groan as he stared down at Y/N, quite annoyed that she stopped him from having his treat.

“I want something else tonight,” she breathed. His eyebrows dipped slightly as he brought a large hand to wrap around her throat— one of his favourite ways to hold her, “what do you need, princess?”

He was subtly grinding his hips against her, pinning her against the couch as she tried to figure out the words to say what she wanted. “I need you to fuck me. Please.”

All movements paused. His fingers tightened around her throat and his eyes became a shade darker. “S’that what this is then? All needy to get my cock inside of you?” Harry’s thumb subtly caressed the side of her throat as he nudged his nose against hers, “hmm?”

”Yes, please. I need it so bad, Harry.”

She gave him the best doe eyes she could, biting her lip for added effect. Even though Harry was a weak man for a pretty pout, he had to think rationally here. His eyes softened as he stared down at his best friend— if he could even call her that at this point. “Are you sure, Berry? I don’t… I don’t want to do anything that could ruin what we have,” his thumb made its way to her cheek where he stroked lovingly, “you mean a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me too, Harry. You’re my best friend.”

He grinned. “Oh? You let all your best friends eat your pussy and choke you, then?”

“Don’t be a dick,” she smacked his chest lightheartedly, “we can try like… friends with benefits?”

This made him somehow smirk even wider and Y/N’s cheeks got warmer, “gosh I just am that irresistible aren’t I?” She rolled her eyes, “don’t make me take it back.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He kissed her forehead then her nose, “‘course I’ll fuck you. I’ll do whatever you want, baby.”

With that, he pulled his sweater off of his head and helped Y/N with her shirt. She had seen him shirtless before numerous times but never allowed herself to ogle him in a sexual way. She didn’t hold back as she let her fingers trail all over his tanned skin, squeezing his sides and pulling him closer so there was practically no space between the two. Harry giggled at her desperation. “Horny, Berry?”

Y/N smacked his head for real this time. “Shut up.”

He rubbed the spot she struck, “that hurt.”

“Well too bad,” she let her fingers work on the knot of his sweats, hastily trying to push them off of his hips but Harry had other plans— long fingers came to wrap around her wrists, pulling her hands away from him and pinning them next to her head. “You’re so fucking bratty all the time. Thought maybe all those orgasms were helping but clearly I wasn’t giving it to you hard enough.”

She whined in his grasp, trying to break free. While he held her hands in one of his, he let the other trail down her body and slip into her shorts. He came into contact with her wet cunt immediately, sliding his index and middle finger through the folds, slowly, surely. He tsked, “slutty pussy.” The words went straight to her throbbing clit as she bucked her hips against his hand, though she was crying out loud when Harry let his fingers slap over the bundle of nerves. “Be patient, Y/N.” She frowned at his words, trying her best to keep her composure.

All the while his fingers continued to explore her folds, not applying any pressure where she really wanted, just feeling around like her wetness amused him. The moment she felt like she was actually going to cry, he slipped a finger into her heat. “Fuck,” he pumped his digit slowly, “perfect little cunt.”

Y/N’s fingers twisted and writhed under his hold, back arching as he showered her in praises, lips pressing against her jaw and neck. Her thighs shook when he curled his finger against that one spot, and she knew a couple more seconds of this and she’d be coming undone around his fingers.

Before she could succumb to her orgasm, Harry pulled his fingers out and stuffed them into her mouth. Her opportunity to protest was taken away from her as he forced her to taste herself, stroking his fingers against her tongue, “s’that good, baby? You’re lucky I’m sharing today. Can’t let anyone else know how sweet this pussy is for me.”

Once she was done sucking him clean, he straightened up to pull her shorts off and got off the couch to kick off his own sweats and boxers. His cock slapped up against his abdomen, long and thick and the way it throbbed looked like it was almost painful. One of his hands came to wrap around it while the other pulled a condom out of his wallet. He climbed back on the couch and pulled her by the hips. Y/N slid closer to him, “ready for me, Berry?” He murmured as he rolled the condom on his length.

Y/N couldn’t find the words to tell him how badly she needed him, only let her nails dig into his skin and nodded eagerly, “yes, yes, yes please. I’m so ready, Harry, need i—“

He didn’t let her finish, cutting her off with a deep groan as he impaled her with his dick. She could feel him snug against her— all of him inside all of her. The squelch that resounded in the room when they came together was loud and embarrassing as Y/N moaned uncontrollably, pulsing rhythmically around him trying to adjust to his size. His slow place built up to something faster and harder, the sound of skin slapping skin making Y/N even wetter.

It was a surprise he wasn’t straight up slipping out of her with how wet she was. She could feel it coat the inside of her thighs when he brought one of her legs up and over his shoulder. The new angle made everything feel a hundred times better— he was hitting places she didn’t even know she could reach. Harry’s hands held onto her hips tightly, one of them sneaking over her mound as his thumb came in contact with her clit. The added stimulation made her squeeze her eyes shut, head angling away and into the sofa beneath her.

He didn’t let her look away, though, as he bit back a moan and brought his free hand to grab her face. His fingers squeezed her cheeks as he manhandled her to face him, “don’t fucking look away from me,” he leaned closer to her. His hips stopped pumping and he resorted to deep, filthy grinds against her g-spot. “Look at me when I’m fucking you. Bet no one’s ever given it to you so good, hmm?”

She can’t find it in herself to come back with a witty remark, so far gone with the feel of him stuffed inside her. It was like he reduced her to nothing but babbles and whines, “uh-huh, uh-huh, yes please, Harry.” Her fingers found his hair again, pulling the locks hard and then tucking them behind his ear. He found himself locked in a tender moment when his eyes met hers, and he pressed a soft kiss to her brow bone before he began thrusting again.

Somehow he was harder, deeper, faster and pulling so much out of Y/N she was ready to burst. Her moans began sounding annoying to herself but she just couldn’t help it, especially not when he began circling her clit again. It took only a couple more seconds and she was coming around his cock, back lifting off of the couch almost too harshly as she clamped down around him. “Tha’s it, gorgeous. So beautiful you are, Berry.”

Harry worked her through it, her warm, wet walls beckoning him closer to his end. “Wait!” She called desperately when her orgasm subsided, “come… come in my mouth, please?”

“Jesus Christ.” He pulled out quickly, ripping the condom off and letting his fingers gather her arousal. The sensation made her flinch in sensitivity but she got over it when she saw him use her arousal as a lubricant, pumping himself as he leaned over her body. Y/N dropped her mouth open and stared right into his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he came, it was a lot.

White, hot spurts that Y/N tried to catch with her tongue, and he just kept coming and coming and coming. The sounds he made were enough to make her all riled up again— his eyebrows furrowed, hair tickling his upper back as he tilted his head. Some of it landed on her jaw and chin but she swallowed as much as she could; which was only what actually made it on her tongue. One long stroke was delivered, and only then was he done, posture slouching as he lazily eyed Y/N. “Incredible.”

She giggled at his praise, still covered in his release. His eyes on her were burning and a second later a mischievous glint made her tummy flutter, “one second.” He leaned over the couch to grab his phone, pulling open the camera app. Y/N’s eyes widened when she realised what he was implying. Harry smirked, “just as a keepsake.”

One of his ringed hands came up to her jaw, cupping it tightly as he forced her head to face the camera. The sight could make Harry come all over again— Y/N’s lips were parted, his come painting her jaw and chin and decorating the edge of her bottom lip. Her neck was littered in purple bruises from all the time he spent there and his hand served as an accessory which she wore with pride. His rings felt cool against her skin when they slid across her jugular.

“Say ‘queef’!”

Y/N’s nose scrunched, “Harry!”

He laughed when she slapped his hand away and quickly kissed her forehead, “I’ll be right back, babe.” Y/N hummed as he left to go to the bathroom, the sight of him covering his dick with his shirt with his bum out making her laugh.

She was so happy.

It might have been the post-orgasm high, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. Obviously the fact that she was doing all of this with her best friend was a big, blaring red flag but it was like she just didn’t care. He made her feel good and confident in her skin— something she hasn’t felt with a number of her past partners.

Just as she fluttered her eyes shut, the sound of Harry’s phone startled her. It was probably his roommate, Niall, wondering where he was. It was nearing 9PM.

She grabbed his phone to silence it, but what she saw made her freeze in her spot.

A picture of a gorgeous brunette flashed across the screen, her eyes twinkling and lips painted red.

Chelsea 🩵

She was smiling wide, and just on the corner of the screen did Y/N catch a glimpse of Harry pressing his lips to her temple.

Her Harry.

The one who’s been her best friend ever since she was in diapers.

Her Harry.

The one who just fucked the living daylights out of her.

Y/N didn’t know what to do so she just watched the phone ring and ring. It was like all the air from her lungs was stolen. Suddenly she felt gross lying here covered in Harry’s come, all that confidence melting away from her body. She felt used. Before she could let the tears threaten her eyes, Harry appeared in the living room. She dropped his phone before he could see.

He walked over to her with a towel in his hand. “You alright?” He asked her, noticing her stoic expression and quiet demeanour. “Mhmm.” Harry must have thought she was just tired after her orgasm, humming as he ran the towel across her thighs and then her jaw. “We did make quite a mess didn’t we?”

He was smirking, trying to get a rise out of her but she just couldn’t stomach the lump in her throat. She faked a laugh, “yeah.” If he noticed her dull responses, he didn’t say anything. When he was done, Y/N sat up and pulled her shirt over head. She was gnawing harshly on her lip, swallowing down tears and anger and confusion as she watched him pick up his phone. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything okay?”

She didn’t know why she asked. Whatever he would say would only make matters worse for her. “Uh, yeah. Jus’ Niall wondering when I’ll be home.” He flashed her a small smile and Y/N felt like the walls of her apartment were crumbling around her. “I have to call him back, Berry, I’ll be right back.” A kiss was pressed to her cheek as he quickly left the room.

Y/N felt like she was suffocating under the weight of his lie. She was disgusted by herself— the same touches she yearned for and looked forward to each weekend now felt like a burden on her body, dirtying her. She wouldn’t let herself cry; she couldn’t let Harry see her like this.

a minute later he walked back in and began dressing himself. “I’ve got to go, Y/N. Sorry, I feel like an ass leaving you so soon but Niall needs me urgently,” he walked over to her, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She swallowed down another sob, “mhmm.”

He pecked her forehead and whispered goodbye, leaving swiftly without so much as another glance in her direction. Only when her door slammed shut did she allow her tears to spill over her cheeks. They poured and poured like a leaky faucet as Y/N pulled her knees into her chest.

This was probably why he didn’t want to fuck her in the first place.

He was getting his fix elsewhere, and Y/N felt like a fool for ever believing they were anything more than best friends.

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[sykostyles]

the big day

wc: 0.4k

summary: just a cute lil wedding blurb

a/n: I'm feeling cute things. send help.

cw: none! just cute stuff!

Harry’s nervous. Months of mutual planning have gotten him to this point, and he’s nervous; In the best way possible. Tufts of off-white mixed with greenery decorate the pillars of the aisle; each delicate flower placed with a purpose along the handmade garland. He stands at the end, hands in the pockets of his slacks as his mind begins to race, but not before a hand is placed on his shoulder to knock him out of his trance. He turns, a set of hands comes to smooth the lapels of his jacket, and to adjust the boutonniere on the left hand side. A soft tap to his cheek really snaps him out of it. “Your time to shine, buddy,” his friend whispers. He nods in response and releases a breath he wasn't aware he was holding before turning around. 

Spouts of hushed murmurs between the guests as they wait for the event to unfold before them as they’re instructed to stand. Sounds of I Get To Love You by Ruelle come from the piano as they all turn around and all eyes are now on you, standing at the other end of the aisle, veil covering your face and your arm looped around your fathers. A delicate burgundy flower arrangement placed in your hands as they shake ever so tenderly. 

All eyes are on you, but your eyes are on him. He looks divine; suit pressed perfectly across the planes of his body, chestnut curls laid in all the right places. Tears in his emerald eyes as he takes you in for the first time in this state. "How lucky am I?" flashes through his brain. He thought you were beautiful when he saw you for the first time when you were sixteen; but oh no, nothing would ever compare to you now. The soft white fabrics perfectly sprawled along your frame; intricate lace patterns decorate the lengths of your arms, and the perfect sweetheart neckline that perfectly shows off the gift he sent you this morning; a platinum “Mrs” pendant to hang perfectly against the dip of your clavicle.. He thinks you look serene. He can’t wait to peel the veil from your face to really get a good look at the woman he fell in love with all those years ago.

Reaching the end of the aisle, he takes his stand next to you and your father. “Who gives this woman to this man?” The minister asks. “Her mother and I do,” your father answers beside you. Your father then turns and places your hand in your future husbands’. “Remember, I’ll go back to jail,” your father warns. Harry knows your father has never actually been to jail, but he nods anyway with a smile before he steps in unison with you to your respective spots and everybody takes their seats before the minister proceeds.

“You ready?” you whisper to him as the minister speaks. “I was born ready to marry you,” He whispers back.

c/n: thank you for reading!

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Hello Everyone! This is masterlist #1 (February) for all the fics I have reblogged on this side-blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and to reblog the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writer's mentioned, I adore you so very much and pleaseeeee keep writing &lt;33

••• FEBRUARY •••

Ghost!Harry Masterlist ♡ - @mindofharry

Wear Something Noticeable ♡ | In which they meet at a small Indian restaurant and in the midst of chaos, y/n accidently picks up his order. Part 2. - @unabashegirl

Heaven Is A Place On Earth; Hell Is Too | usually, in the story, the gang leader will kidnap a person, right? this time, it’s the other way around - @woopboopboop

Only Angel ♡ | Harry’s a dangerous mafia leader, Y/N is his favourite dancer at his strip club @stylesharrys

Harry's tipsy and can't keep his hands off of you - @purplehazed-h

Electric Love | Just some early morning loving the day after Harry returns from tour - @stucktoyou

Sweet Talk ♡ | Baker!Harry slowly falls for a pretty sweet-tooth customer who always buys the cream puffs. But could he get her name too? - @tokyoharry

Two For The Show ♡ | Jeff plans for Harry’s new opening act to be more than that - @nationalharryleague

Adore You ♡ | Harry is a single father and Y/N is a well known song-writer that happens to befriend Harry and collaborates on his album Fine Line. Will it be friendship or develop into something more? - @gucciwins

Comforting Touch | Harry comes back home to his pregnant wife after a long and draining day at the studio, she has the comforting touch that he craves - @stucktoyou

Roses and Vanilla ♡ | In which y/n and Harry aren’t really close until y/n falls in the shower, and Harry falls in love - @stylesloveclub

He Plays Pretend | You’re Harry’s neighbour and the walls between your apartments are paper-thin - @stylesharrys

You Are My Good Girl, Aren't you? | Harry Styles, London’s most feared drug dealer escaped prison. But where will he find a accommodation? Part 2. - @harryspinkhat

Crush ♡ | She was in his Monday and Friday classes and sat not far from him, he noticed. And they always ended up at the Coffee Bean on Tuesday and Thursdays, sitting not too far from one another again. - @jarofstyles

Literature ♡ | “Y/N. Harry. Can I just have a word really quick?” She asks once a large majority of students had filtered out of the room. You glance over at Harry, his eyes meeting yours before a tuft of curls fall over his face as he zips up his bag. - @drowninherperfume

Baby It's Cold Outside | “And your partner is going to be…” the hostess continues as the wheel starts spinning again and you stop to stand behind one of the microphones on the stage. You watch the wheel as if your life depended on it, the names move past and it gradually slows down until it finally stops and you almost faint right on the spot. “Harry Styles!” - @watchmegetobsessed

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[harrysmimi]

Little Miss Cry

Synopsis: One where Harry is graduating before YN and she finds life harder to navigate through college already (requested)

Ps. Please read New Student and My Favourite Cry Baby for context.

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YN was very grateful she met Harry at the beginning of her college course.

Though he initiated the friendship, he asked her out on a coffee date but she rejected him in the most adorable way - that's what he says at least -, she had grown to be way too close to him. Of course he is her boyfriend now.

The thought him graduating before her and spending two more years getting the degree gives her a weird ick. He can't walk to and from college with her everyday, he will be busy handling his dad's business, he will make new friends at work. This all unlocked new fear for her that he's going to forget her.

Her dad did that to her, when he left her at her Grandma's he'd just started his own business.

Plus having to socialise with new people made her feel sick. Harry hung out with her, he sometimes took her with him to see his friends though she always felt left out and most of them were older than her and she doesn't know how to start conversations, just being by his side is more entertaining to her.

Don't get it wrong, she is so happy and proud of Harry that he's graduating. His hard work was paying off. But she's also going to miss him, especially when he's going to move to a different place now and she can't just walk a few steps to go over to his whenever she pleases or wants. Does that make her a bad person?

"Hey, sweetheart!" Harry greeted her this morning with a kiss on her forehead and a hug, like everyday.

"Hey," she cooed hugging him back. She buried her face in his neck taking in the smell of his usual cologne.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Mhmm." YN nodded, realising that she was holding onto him for a little too long.

"Let's go then, yeah?" He suggested holding onto her hand as they walked to the lift. She stood in front of him pouting asking for a little smooch. He just chuckled leaning down he placed a kiss on her puckered lips. "You look so, so pretty today, did you curl your hair?" He noticed new waves in her hair.

"You noticed!" She was surprised, they both stepped into the lift, "and yes, Isabelle ordered this heatless curling thing online I tried last night. It actually worked."

"Of course, I notice everything about my baby!" He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her closer to him. She smiled sheepishly looking down, he grabbed her tote bag from her as they walked to their college getting little drinks on their way. "There is a party tonight, do you wanna go with me?" He asked waiting for her to get her books from her locker.

"I, uh, I don't know." She stuttered remember the first and last time she went to a party, "I don't feel like going to parties, you know especially since last time. You, you were there. Sorry."

"Yeah, I won't force you. It's Okay, we can stay in and watch a movie or something or go on a little date, what do you say?" He suggested.

"No, you don't have to stay with me it's okay." She looked at him as she stopped arranging books in her locker, "I don't want you to miss out on stuff just because I don't like to go to parties and stuff."

"It's not that," he sighed watching her resume her arranging. He also noticed his previous years notes he gave her to study from, "I have grown out of parties already, I'd rather stay at home or be with you than watch people throwing themselves at me or my friends and get shit faced."

"You're graduating Harry, it's not fun. Isn't it like mandatory you celebrate graduation like that?" She asked, now finally done with her thing as she shut her locker closed.

"I can celebrate in much more fun way with you," he smirked, "we can go to the New York City for the weekend and go see the tourist attractions. You haven't been to any, right?"

"Harry, I'd feel too guilty!"

"Don't, I want to be with my girl." He assured her. "We'll talk more about it in break, yeah? Now let's go to our classes."

......................................................................

Harry and YN were sat at their usual place in the college cafeteria eating the lunch he made today. She ranted about how she curled her hair and which products she borrowed from Isabelle and how they work on his request, he loves to hear her talk okay!

That's the only way he can get her to talk, even though he would shamelessly admit he loves her little kitten stare at him, all doe eyed as he talks about his own thing. Or even when they're cuddled up on the sofa or bed watching something. He just how quietly affectionate she is. The way she'd just do the things he forgets to, like pack a lunch, get him a water bottle, cook meals for both of them (she especially loves to bake little treats often), or if she's hanging out at his and see his laundry everywhere she's just toss it in the basket for him or help him tidy up. Just these tiny little things she observes make him fall more for her.

"Harry!"

YN was interrupted by Niall approaching their table there with few of his friends. That made YN upset because they're not going to leave Harry alone for the rest of the break, she just wants him all to herself, is it too much to ask for?

Even at home he's constantly interrupted by either Mitch now that he's got less work and more time at home or it is Ethan, Harry's other roommate constantly shit talking about his job.

YN just sat there with her shoulders slumped in the corner, but Harry slipped his hand in hers under the table seeing her all anxious. He notices her becoming more quiet around his friends.

"YN what are your plans for summer?" Sarah asked.

(Not Mitch's Sarah.)

"Oh, I don't have any plans yet. But I'm planning to look for a intership for my next term project." YN shared, happy that at least someone acknowledges her.

"You're so boring," Beatrice rolled her eyes, "always studying."

"Isn't that why you're here for, Beatrice?" Harry deadpanned. "At least she's not wasting her time."

"Are you two like together or what? You're always speaking for her." Lexi giggled.

YN didn't like Lexi. She is in Harry's class always tries to hit on him though she had only seen him not pay a mind to her. She had started to come around since the start of this semester as she's got same class at Niall and Harry.

"You don't know? Of course they're together." Sarah snapped.

YN felt so bad in the moment. "I can speak for myself." She started, "and yes Harry and I are together."

Everyone looked at her in surprise, a quiet one speaking up for themself is quite unusual. Especially for YN there. Just before anyone could comment anything on it the period bell went off.

"I have a lecture." She said to Harry before leaving the place. God she's never going to hang out with his friends. Apart from Sarah. She's very sweet and humble.

"Wait for me, lovie." Harry followed after her, "I'm sorry about that baby."

"No, it wasn't your fault." She shrugged, her voice was watery enough for Harry catch on.

"It's okay, we won't see them ever again. Just a couple of months, yeah?" He assured her, enough to make her cry. "No, no, no, don't cry." She hugged him. "Let's go sit on the grass bit for a little, yeah?"

"I, I have revision." She mumbled inbetween her cried.

"Will help you myself, baby, come with me." He wiped her tears off her face with cuffs of his hoodie. He took her bag from her as they walked to the grass groud. "You know want to study here?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Okay." He took his own laptop out to actually sit there and study with her.

She weirdly inspires him to study now actually and his academic success have grown a tad bit more with the efforts he has been putting in. He does have to stop and help her out sometimes as she studying same topics as he did during the two years of college.

By the end of the day YN had convinced Harry to really go to the party with his friends. He needs his own alone time apart from her, she said though he would rather be with her than his drunk friends really. But he said he'd go for an hour or so after her insisting.

YN went back home and got her other assignments done after work. She was all alone at home as Isabelle and Beatrice had gone to the same party themselves. She did her nightly routine and got all cosy in her bed, with her laptop to watch something new other than The Office. She had recently grown to love rom-coms, she'd watch the random one which popped on her recommendations. It was The Kissing Booth which popped up on her screen. Despite reading mixed reviews about it she still decided to watch it. Her bedding was extra comfortable today, her cuddle bear, Bibbles.

Before getting too comfortable, she noticed her water bottle was empty on her nightstand so she walked to the kitchen to fill it up and grabbed a bag of her favourite potato crisps. She heard her phone ding buried somewhere in her fluffed up blanket. She managed to fish it out and saw the text from Harry asking her to open the door for him, telling that he'd already asked Isabelle and Beatrice if he could stay over tonight and both of them said it was fine with them.

As far as YN remembered he left just about an hour and half ago, but she still went to get the door him. "Harry, you there?" She asked waiting for a response so she can actually proceed to open the door.

"I'm here, baby. Can you please-" he was interrupted when she opened the door, "Hello, my love!" She quickly stepped aside making him a way to get in, so he did and took off his outdoor shoes by the door.

"You didn't go to the party?" She asked.

"I did," he shared, "got bored and tired so thought to join you, do you mind if I?"

Harry did looked tired. He was working as well as studying his ass off for the finals. He had dark circles under his eyes by now, he was breaking out of stress, that's what he said to her.

"No, of course not."

"What were you upto, baby?" He asked, stuffing his socks back into his shoes noticed her staring at him.

"I was going to watch The Kissing Booth." She shared. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"We can cuddle and watch the movie." He suggested. Already making his way to her kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

"Yes." YN smiled shyly. She really liked how he had grown comfortable enough at her place lately. Especially since Beatrice had got off his back but she still finds her way to bully YN. He was dressed a simple black tshirt and a pair of black sweats. He'd seem to changed into his PJs from his usual button down and skinny jeans.

"Oh you've got snacks already." He chirped as he walked both of them to her room.

YN froze for a beat seeing she had her teddy bear up. She found it embarrassing to tell anyone she still sleeps with a cuddle bear. She had also managed to hide it from Harry until now, whenever he was over to spend the night with her she'd tuck it away in her closet. Harry acted like her cuddle bear to fill up for Bibbles the bear. It was only toy her cousins spared her to.

But to her surprise Harry didn't seem to notice it, or he chose not to comment on it. He followed her in bed, tucking the bear under his arm like a pillow before he was pulling up the blanket on both of their thighs. She pulled up the movie she was going to watch again.

"He's cute." He finally spoke up, "when did you get it?"

YN looked up at him finally, seeing the way he was holding Bibbles. She's quite protective of the toy. Why wouldn't she? It was the only thing she had to play with and she cuddled it at night, especially after she'd be going back to sleep after having a horrendous nightmare. The stuffed bear held bery special place in her heart. It bothered her the way he held onto it, with it's arm folded on itself. It wasn't going to break, she knew that, but still she was trying her best not to yank it away from him not wanting him to find her weird, that she's so protective of a mere stuffed toy.

"No, it's, it's very old." She stuttered, petting the leg of the teddy bear.

"Never saw it before. Does he have a name?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, relieved as Harry placed the toy on his lap properly. "I had him since I was one year old. Named him Bibbles."

"That's adorable!" Harry giggled. "I never knew you had a cuddle bear."

"It's embarrassing." She pressed play on her laptop starting the movie but he quickly paused it.

"It's not!" He exclaimed, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby." He pressed a kiss on her head. "Here you have him." He carefully placed the bear in her lap. Well, least to say she felt that much less embarrassed about it now, she sat there cuddled and bundled up next to him.

The very next morning when she woke up as if on autopilot, she found herself caged and tucked under her fluffy blanket warmly. Bibbles the bear tucked close to her chest. Familiar smell of her boyfriend spooning her became more prominent to her as she started to wake up from her sleep. She had grown to love this feeling!

YN could only hope she could still get to wake up next to him. He'd told her a couple months ago he was moving to a different place. Five blocks away where they live now. He was going to be living alone there, he'd also taken her to visit the flat (or apartment as the Americans call it) as there was some renovations going on.

She knew he's going to be the next CEO to one of his dad's company but, she still couldn't fathom how he could afford a literal penthouse getting straight out of college.

Harry was nice enough to ask her to move in with him. Well, she wouldn't mind but she wants to live on her own, at least until she graduates and look after herself. It's always been her vision growing up. She had to politely decline his offer. And they have been dating for just about a year now, it was too early for her.

But it all sunk in on her out of nowhere, the fact that he won't be just a door away from her. Though that really made her realise she had to learn to take care of her problems on her, that she can't go on crying to him almost everytime. He's a human too, he needs his own personal space. He's got his own set of problems than hearing her cry over every little inconvenience life has to offer. That's one of the many reasons she wanted to live on her own.

He just won't be on campus with her, he won't be able to walk with her to and forth from campus to home now. He's got a more demanding job now.

It gave more anxiety to her than it should to him about starting up a new job.

YN didn't realise she was crying until she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm. "Hey baby, what's wrong?" He rasped, "did you had a nightmare or something?"

"No, it's nothing." She sniffled and wiped off her face with her sweater paw.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

She felt a kiss being placed on the back of her head making a shiver run down her spine. She doubts she'd ever get used to his kisses and not have shiver running down her spine or have goosebumps make her skin itch. She's literally cuddled up next to him on her double twin bed. So, she placed her stuffed bear on the floor next to her bed and turned around carefully, not to push him or herself off the bed on accident.

"Hi gorgeous, good morning." He beamed, petting her hair and instantly embracing her in a bear morning hug. Her face found a home against his neck. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning. I did sleep well." She mumbled, "did you?"

"The best sleep I've had in longest!"

"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" She suggested.

"How about I take you out?" He counter suggested, "on a little date, how do you like the sound of that? Wanted to take you out last but you forced me to go this party!"

"Yes, I want to go." She agreed. Of course she did! They haven't been out on their little dates in a while.

"Get ready whilst I go get ready as well, yeah?"

"I want to cuddle for a bit." She held onto him tightly.

"You sure you alright, baby?" He enquired again and earned just a humm from her. "Don't go back to sleep."

"I'm not." She whined.

"You know how much I love you?" He whispered, pressing soft little kisses on her head.

"Mhmm."

He gasped, "your answer should have been no. But I'm gonna tell you any way. I love you so much, can't even comprehend!"

"I love you so much too!" She mumbled against his chest.

"Yeah? You do?" He teased her, "are you going to let me look and kiss your pretty face then?"

YN shifted her head to look at him so he can kiss her and he did. His lips smeared over hers in a delicate good morning kiss, before he pulled apart enough to pepper the rest of her face with tiny sloppy pecks. Her fist tightened when she felt his hand creep down to the rest on her bum, finger tips digging gently in the full of the flesh as he buttoned his mouth back on hers. Much more needy, it felt like to like.

It had her heart racing even though it wasn't the first time, but the last time was interrupted by his other roommate knocking on his door looking for waffle maker. They don't have anyone at her's now to interrupt them. Feeling his hard on pressing into the soft of her thigh through the layers of both their sweats had her pulling away trying to catch on her breath. She was taken back by surprise with his forwardness this morning. He haven't touched her like that intentionally this way before, though she didn't mind in the moment she doesn't want to lead him onto something which she really doesn't feel comfortable with.

"Ha-harry?" She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I, I think I, I don't like this... Please!" She requested which had him immediately pulling away and retreat his hands away from her watching her sit up on the mattress.

"I'm, I'm really sorry baby." He cooed, blood draining from his face immediately as he looked ather with concern, following her to sit up straight. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, just got carried away, I'm so, so, so so sorry!"

"No, no you didn't, you didn't know." She stuttered, "we just haven't- I, I mean you never touched me there so it was something new. I was just surprised not uncomfortable, I promise. I don't want, to you know... go any further. I don't know if that's something I want just yet."

"We, we're not." He assured her, "oh my- baby I am really sorry!"

"It's okay." She rested her hand on the back of his own on the mattress. "Hug?"

"You sure?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded jerkingly. "You told me to ask you stop if I wasn't comfortable with anything, didn't you? So I did. Not that I'm uncomfortable with you, I feel more free around than anyone else. I just don't want to want to you know..." She shrugged punctuating her confess with a sheepish look on her face. That had him sighing in relief. His heart was thumping in his ears as he tried hard not to breakdown. His vision clouded with tears pooling up in his eyes.

"C'mere!" He offered her a hug which she gladly accepted. "Thank you so much for telling me, baby, you know I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, right? I really didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't." Her hand rubbed strokes up and down his back. "Harry, are you crying? It's okay. I know you didn't mean it."

"I know, I know." He assured her, breaking the hug as he sniffled.

"It's alright. I love you." She leaned forward to place a sweet ticklish kiss on his cheek, it had him breathing out a giggle.

"I love you."

"Can I, can I tell you something?" She suggested.

"Anything." He pulled the blanket upto his thighs, he wasn't hard anymore with intense feeling of guilt clouding his brain.

"I don't want to have sex until I'm married, I know we never talked about it and it might sound old fashioned but I think that's what I want." She shared, "just want you to know so I'm not leading you on with anything unintentionally. I don't mind kissing and cuddling and stuff."

"If that's what you want then who am I judge, hmm?" He felt less guilty there, at he knew where to draw the line with her, and respect her boundaries. And the fact that she rarely opens about herself and he has to guess almost everything that she's actually sharing something with him, which warmed his hear. "Thank you for telling me."

"Your welcome." She smiled shyly.

"What got you all shy?" He chuckled, "it's okay you can talk about it if you want."

"No, it's nothing." She shook her head, "I grew up you know in environment where this is a taboo subject to talk about. And girls and even boys are told about it very little just a day or two before they're getting married. They don't even teach girl about good and bad touch, I mean my cousins were not but I was when I went to school in London. They taught us about what is that. So I just got ehmmm, a but flustered to tell you about it."

"First off, that's very fucked up." He started, "and second of all it's very fucked up. I'm glad you told me about it."

Well, that was good way to start the morning. Or was it? YN didn't know how to feel about that in that moment.

But as the day went on she really made peace with it. They had their take out brunch at a park near by Harry's new place and later went on to check on the little renovation going there. It was his mum's pent house she just gave it to him because she never uses it.

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As the Autumn started new academic year for YN started well.

Harry graduated. He had a blast. He was also nice enough to include her in his fun, dragged her along to the parties where she could go as she was under aged to drink in America (but apparently old enough to take out a huge loan). Well, why wouldn't he? She's his girlfriend afterall!

It was also nearing to their one year anniversary in December. He had already been bugging her to tell him what she wanted to do already. Though she didn't want him to spend anything or do anything for her other than bake a few cookies or a cake and cuddle whilst drinking hot chocolate and just listen to him talk. In her heart she wanted to go back and relive their first date, go to the Time Square and share a kiss like they did.

But it's still a about four months away, she's got plenty of time to make up her mind. She was just happy seeing her boyfriend happy that he finally graduated.

Oh she totally gets him!

She's already dreading to go to classes or maybe it was her seasonal dipression kicking it.

She didn't know what was kicking in but college was already kicking her bum.

Just a couple of weeks in and she already has at least three breakdowns everyday. All she wants to do is now drop out and start her own bakery, well, Isabelle suggests that they both should go be strippers but she'll pass on it. Mainly because she's not that comfortable in her body yet. Atleast Harry would support the idea as he giggled and showed his support through the phone call they managed to squeeze in between in his hectic schedule.

But that's all she got. It was nearing the three week mark since last seeing him in person or kissing him or hugging. She was missing.

YN had a really bad start of her new academic year so far, she dreaded to do her assignments and was struggling to find intership for her project study. Every where she went to interview said they weren't hiring interns in the field she was majoring in. Well, she could wait until it's closer to turning in the project but jt would be too late as all the students would cram in to get that intership. She just needed a certificate of a completed intership that's all. And she made another huge error in her class presentation.

She knew she hated public speaking!

Her work life was a total disaster. Her shifts were odd all of a sudden. And maybe it was her bad luck following her to work that she had deal with rude customers.

YN was so grateful he invited her over for the weekend to his new place now that he had moved in and settled down. On her way from college she made sure to pick up a cute and small bouquet of flowers and chocolates. Well, chocolates were for her but she was willing to share.

She's just started her period okay!

She had a bad month so far. She's just excited to see her boyfriend over the weekend there. The walk was killing her but she made a stop by hers to get a change of clothes like he asked her to and her toiletries of course before making another walk the same distance from college to home to his mew place. On her way she picked up a small bouquet of red and white roses for her boyfriend. He was home when she texted him that she's down his building and just getting in the lift.

Just for YN surprise after Harry left her on read he was stood by his front door, already reaching for her duffle bag weighing it, to guess if she packed enough for the weekend or not. He seemed pretty pleased with it. He pulled in and shut the door behind him.

"Hi baby!" He sighed gathering her in a long craved hug from his lover being mindful of the roses she hugged near her chest. "I missed you!"

"Hi, I missed you so much!" Her came out muffled against his chest and felt him relax in instant as she rubbed her hand on his back, up and down his spine.

"Yeah? You did, huh!" He teased, giving her a light squeeze.

"Mhmm so much!" She lifted her head up to look at him witha subtle pout on her lips which he caught onto. He dipped his head down, just centimetre away from her mouth.

"Can I get a kiss?" He mumbled.

Least to say, butterflies in her tummy were going to have a field day today!

YN decided to give in first by initiating the kiss by smearing her lips onto his in a peck as delicate as Harry saw her to be. If he wasn't holding onto her, she would have been a puddle on the marble tile of his new home. A quick little kiss was placed on his dimpled cheek before she hugged him again, this time clinging onto him by his neck. He heard a few sniffles from her.

"You alright, my love?" He asked, concern weighed his voice down. "You crying?" He reluctantly pulled away enough to look at her, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I don't know why I'm crying." She giggled but she was crying. It was confusing.

"Awh!" Harry cooed as he gathered her in a hug. "Come on, I'll show you our bedroom. It's all done now. I guess at least, unless you want ." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand, laced his fingers through hers as he grabbed her duffle bag for her.

Well, she caught onto his word of choice to describe what's probably the master bedroom of his new home. It wasn't a big deal when she found herself saying the same thing, but when he said that it made her heart flutter a little.

Last time she was there he was sleeping on an air mattress on the floor for the time being in the living as he was getting his (both their) bedroom repainted and redecorated. He was taking full advantage of his father funding it, he said.

"You got the vase!" She exclaimed, excited about the vase she found online which she thought would look amazing in his house. It was fairly expensive so she didn't thought he would be getting it, but he got it! "And I got you flowers!"

"Thank you baby," he cooed taking the flowers she handed him.

"It's really good quality too, isn't it?" She inspected the new vase.

"Mhmm." He agreed as he plopped down on bed in front of her, "my girlfriend picked that up for me."

YN blushed and rolled her eyes as she placed the glass display back to where it was, on the little coffee table beside his bed by the floor to ceiling window. "You can place these in the vase now."

"Right!" He plopped the arrangement of flowers in the vase for the time being. "Also got a bed finally. My back was fucking killing me on the air mattress."

"Is it fine now?" She enquired.

"The pain it a little better yeah, just that I haven't slept on the floor since I moved out." He giggled sheepishly.

Harry moved out when he got into college. The cheapest dorm he got did not come with a single piece of furniture, not even an air mattress. So he slept on the floor with a blanket for a week before he got the time to actually upgrade to an air mattress.

He continued to show her some more new things he got for a little bit, before he got her to unpack despite her saying there is no need to as she's only over for the weekend. But he still cleared out a small section for her in his walk-in closet there and helped her unpack, by placing her makeup and stuff she brought along in the bathroom.

He knows it's just the beginning, they've been dating for barely half a year but he still wishes to share half of everything he has with her. Maybe someday he'll get to do that too.

"There are some sanitary pads and everything to hopefully help you, decided to stock up just in case." He informed YN as she watched him make a whole new corner for her little travel sized skin care stuff, replicating his own.

"How did you know I got my period?" She was surprised.

"I didn't." He admitted, "always keep this stuff. My sister adviced me actually. Have got many friends who get their period and it's nice to have stuff for everyone in case they decided to crash in. And especially since I've got myself a girlfriend."

It was bare minimum, he would say, but YN hasn't had anyone doing the bare minimum for her. Like ever. You see, it made her cry her.

No, it's just her hormones being all over the place!

"Thank you so much, Haz!"

"Don't cry!" He cooed. "This is just bare minimum I can do for you, baby." A soft laugh was what she heard before she felt a kiss on her forehead. "You alright now?"

"Yeah, it's my period I promise I don't cry this often anymore." She sniffled.

"That's okay!" He giggled, "do you want to go have lunch now? Then we can cuddle and watch Office or maybe take a nap, yeah?"

"Mhmm."

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YN and Harry ended up falling asleep after lunch. Both of them tired from long month and time away from one another.

His new bed was very comfy, YN figured that the moment she lied down and sleep was taking her in a bear hug. But that peaceful and much needed sleep of hers was disrupted rather quickly when her cramps woke her up. She barely managed to get out from under Harry's arm wrapped around her to make a run for the bathroom. But it was too late and it was a crime scene.

"Shit!" She mumbled to herself. Luckily her white tshirt was saved all throughout her cleaning herself up, despite cramps killing her she somehow managed to wash up her bloody pants and knickers and clean up after herself, halfway though, it was still going to be a struggle to get rid of the stains.

"YN? You alright?" There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"No!" She rushed, "I'm fine. I'm fine. Can, can you please get me a change of clothes clothes, I, I need to change, please?"

"Sure."

She could hear his footsteps pad towards the closet where she left her bag, it took him barely thirty seconds to get back to her which made her sure he made a mess of her perfectly organised duffle bag.

Harry knocked on the door again. He held back his giggles watching her just stick out her hand creaking the door open and shut it closed.

Harry saw a little spot on the bedsheet, so he got to change those. He was done changing up the sheets in barely five minutes as he hadn't got that many pillows on his bed yet. He was just about to load the sheet into washer but heard her gasp on the other side of the door to the bathroom.

"You alright, baby?" He asked.

"Yeah!" She sounded, "five minutes."

Oh boy, it's going to take her a long time. It's usual for herself to bleed so much on either the first or second day but she made a mess of his toilet. Plus she's got bloody panties to try and get rid of the stains so Harry doesn't see those. She's going to ruin his washer, it was a new one she reckoned. But she got herself dressed decent first.

"Baby, you alright in there?" She heard Harry again, "what's taking so long? Talk to me."

"I'm fine Harry, don't worry." She called.

Oh he does need to worry, she was already feeling nauseous and dizzy.

"No you're still worrying me baby, I know you've passed out on me one time while you were on your period." He reminded, "can I come in? I promise it's fine."

"No, it's-" she hissed feeling like her insides are being ripped out, "- it's okay. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Are you really sure?" He asked again as he could really hear her sobbing. "YN, I'm coming in now." He did not give her much time to pull herself together as he walked in. "What's wrong baby?" He found her cleaning her pants and knickers which just got ruined, clearly she was in a lot of pain.

"Hey, look at me." He held onto her wrists, "you look like you're in so much pain baby, let's get you to bed yeah?"

"But I need to clean-"

"Don't worry about that." He assured her, "come with me. It's okay, I promise."

"Let, let me wash my hands first."

He waited for her to wash up her hands before he walked her out to his bed, he tucked her in carefully.

"I'm going to get you some painkiller and something to eat and drink, okay?" He shared, "gimme five minutes." Placing a soft kiss on her cheek he jogged down stairs and came back quicker than he told her. He held a bunch of her favourite junk food, a bottle of water and painkillers.

"Harry, I need to wash up my clothes first."

"Don't worry, we'll just throw those into washer- separately if you wish. Just rest for now okay?" He assured her, "eat up before you take the medication. I'll go put up the sheets and your clothes in the washer."

"Wait, did I ruin your bedsheets." She started crying again, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Baby, it's okay. You can't control this. You don't have to stress about this." He assured her. "It'll come off in the washer, if not we'll buy a new one."

"I promise I'll buy you new ones, just throw those away." She panicked.

"It's alright, we don't need to throw them away." He kept reassuring her.

"It is going to ruin your washing machine!"

"Baby, honey, love, it's alright." He held onto both her hands, "look at me please?" And she obliged, "it's not going to ruin our washer, it's just a drop of blood, angel. I promise."

"No, you don't know, it, it broke one back, back at grandma's." She was having a full blown meltdown and a panic as she coked in between her rambling, yet she looked like she had no energy to even keep her eyes open.

"I'm sorry baby, but I am sure it wasn't because of that." Harry tried to be as calm as possible even though it made him furious. "I want you to lay down, or maybe take a nap yeah? I'm gonna go make us something to eat then we'll cuddle all day on the sofa and watch The Office again. We can eat these snacks later. How does that sound?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, "good."

"Okay, I love you!" He placed a delicate kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I love you!" She squealed a little cry, as the corners of her mouth tugged down.

"No, no," he warned her softly, "take these meds now okay, I'll be up with breakfast in a few."

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They did just what he decided on. Watched yet another re-run of The Office. YN practically laying on top of Harry curled up in a ball, dozing in an out of sleep. TV running on a super low volume.

"Baby?" He called, running his hand up and down her back.

"Hmm?"

"I don't know how to approach this, but, who told you that your stained clothes would break the washer?" He was just so confused.

"I did broke one, my aunty told me the one that broke, that broke back at her's was my, my fault," she was still sleepy but up to talk, "as she caught me washing my clothes in it."

"Well, that's clear bullshit you know?" He sighed, "it won't break anything. It's just blood. Tiny bit of blood. It's okay."

"Okay." She nodded sniffling, "I'm sorry, I've been having a hard time."

"I know, baby!" He placed a kiss on her temple, "you you can talk to me right?"

"Hmm." She sounded, "it's been very difficult, since, since you moved. I got used to seeing you everyday even if it was for five minutes. I don't want to be dependent on anyone, it just happened. You, you always calm me down and encourage me. I find it hard that we can't even talk on the phone."

"What if I tell you, I find it difficult to navigate life now too?" He suggested, "I've gotten so used to you spoiling me, making all these healthy foods and forcing me to explain you certain topics on a weekend. Quite frankly, I miss that a lot baby. You sure you don't want to move in with me yet?"

"Mhmm." She nodded again.

"Then we'll figure something out, to at least talk on a phone everyday, if we can't see each other in person." He made a plan, "we can face time and have dinner or lunch together. Or you can come over to my office if possible. It's not going to be easy but we can make it through, yeah?"

"Yeah, I like that idea." She agreed, "why did I bad to get into college so late! You graduated so early!"

He chuckled, "you got in at the right time for yourself, love, and I got out on right time. It's okay. You know we can get through this. Just three more semesters and then you're done."

"Please don't remind me!" She started crying again.

"No, no, no I'm sorry!" He cooed, "do you want to take a nap now?"

"Yeah, I'm sleepy."

"Gimme a kiss and we can go back our bedroom, it's more comfy there." He announced and she did. Lifting her head up she gave him a soft peck on his mouth before he was walking both of them back to the bedroom.

He made sure there was everything for her, a bottle of water, some dark chocolate bars, a hot water bag to help with her cramps and himself to cuddle beside her.

She's a bit sensitive, Harry had figured that out a long time ago but he's grown to love her.

"I'm sorry, I'm being little miss cry all day. I can't help it." She looked at him with a sad puppy face. But the choice of her words made him laugh softly.

"Where did you hear that? Little miss cry?"

"Don't laugh." She scoffed, "Beatrice has been teasing me all day, because I cried after messing up my presentation!"

"It's okay to mess up, you learn from your mistakes." He assured her, "and don't listen to her, she just likes to be mean to everyone. I love you. So much!"

"I love you!"

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N O T E :

I almost had a little cuteness attack.

This was requested on Wattpad.

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Exhibition Times

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife + tuition teacher!Y/n

Word Count- 1.4k

Warnings- None! Some slight angst, a very pinch of it!

A/N- Hope you enjoy reading <3

The water ran into the sink, almost more than halfway to filling it up as the dishes slowly got submerged.

A book was placed on the window sill in a standing position. Y/n read from it out loud while brushing her hands through her daughter's curly hair, wishing for it to dry down as fast as it can but that wasn't to say she wasn't enjoying listening to the small puffs of breath her little baby took and the giggles or squeaks she let out every once in a while when Y/n got too good with her storytelling.

"Pooh pulled his hand back out and cheered in amazement" Y/n read, slowly creeping one of her hands out of the girl's hair and reaching for the small ceramic pot in the center of the very table she had been supporting her bottom on.

Still weaving her fingers through her locks, she continued. "His hand was dripping with thick, golden, and oh-so-sweet Honey!" She squeaked, raising her finger dripping with honey in front of the greedy girl's face.

Opal clapped her hands messily while squealing, bouncing on her bum as Y/n let her lick the honey off her finger. "Do you like it?" She asked her, washing her fingertip under the tap water and chuckling when the girl could only confirm by squeaking and nodding.

Y/n dried her hands using the kitchen towel hanging from the handle of the old microwave. Shutting off the tap, she wrapped her arms around the girl's small chubby body. "Let's get you dressed and your hair done, yeah?" She suggested, taking her to the bedroom she and Harry shared; and for now, Opal as well.

Going straight for the bathroom, she made sounds that'd sound creepy to Opal but quickly turned on the lights before she could start wailing.

To say y/n was grateful to Opal for not being fussy today would be an understatement.

Harry had been working on a painting, or should she say many paintings, considering his exhibition was creeping closer and closer and he was a little behind on his schedule. He would come to bed after Y/n was asleep and be out of it before she would wake up- somedays she suspected that he didn't even come to bed.

All he asked for was silence. So they had decided to send Opal to Anne's, let him get in his element, and then bring her back after a few days.

And, she had come back just yesterday. Anne dropped her off as Harry was being too stubborn about getting his work done while he still got the inspo. Y/n worried he wasn't getting enough rest to be energized enough- that he was stretching himself out to his slump or burnout.

She even tried to get him to spend a few hours out of his studio, if not the whole day and that was when Opal came into the play.

Opal was a daddy's girl through and through, and somewhere she had inherited his stubbornness as well. So it wasn't hard for her to convince Harry to take her out to the park or travel with her in the metro for a couple of stations, and come back and let her have a cup ice cream.

It was a much-needed break for y/n, even if it lasted only a couple of hours. Having to handle a growing child alone because your husband needed to isolate a little in order to do his job and bring home money was hard. Especially when the child wouldn't even take a breath without her daddy around. It was like constantly working, she loves her daughter, of course, but there's a reason it takes two people to handle a child.

And on top of that, not being able to spend any time with your husband because he's sure you'd understand was just excruciating.

So, Y/n didn't do anything while the only two loves of her life went outside. She asked Harry to bring home some takeout for dinner and lied down in silence before taking a warm bath. Once dressed, she had her tea in the kitchen while watching nature outside through her window and solving a rubik's cube.

Today she felt perked up- at least not exhausted. Harry too seemed a little relaxed today. He woke up with her, made some tea for both of them before doing his usual routine, and then went back into his studio after pressing a small peck on her lips.

"I love you. And, thank you," he had said, kissing her forehead.

Once she was done finishing Opal's hair, she bounced her pigtails once, telling her how cute she looked. She couldn't help but think about Harry when she had tied his hair in pigtails back when he had grown it out a little in college.

Smiling, she let the girl down and let her walk outside. "Freeze!" She called from behind, laughing when she actually did.

Catching up with her, Y/n quickly picked up the girl, pecking her cheek and placing her on her hip while searching for her clothes with the other hand. "What about this orange one? Looks good?" She asked and pulled it out without ruining the pile, the experience has started showing off lately.

Pulling the green patterned shorts up her legs, Y/n plopped the girl down in her playing space, a carton full of her toys placed in the corner which would surely be empty by the time Y/n'd come back to take the girl for her lunch.

Taking a fist full of almonds out of the water, she made her way to Harry's studio. It was just a small room, but he liked to call it his studio. It was filled with all of his art supplies, journals, a very old sofa, and a stool before a canvas stand.

It was y/n who had put some plants in there, and an earthen pot filled with water to remind him of hydration. "Hi," she greeted softly, happy to see that the windows were open to let in the fresh air.

He smiled back sweetly, perking up his lips for a kiss. His arms remained folded in front of his chest but opened up as soon as she pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, inviting her to sit with him for a little.

"How's it going?" she asked, sitting on his lap, facing him but he rotated on his stool so that he was facing away from the canvas and instead, she was facing it.

She gasped in amazement, but Harry only closed his eyes, placing his head in the crook of her neck and pressing a chaste kiss where he could trace a vein.

It wasn't anywhere near complete, but the part that he seemed to be on right now was enchanting already- a threatening night sky. It was covered in black clouds, creating a tense atmosphere. He had painted a full moon in the middle though- the melancholy moonlight spread out more and more as it went lower. Below it everything was black, he hadn't started with that part yet.

"This is ...mesmerizing, H... Dear god, it deserves to end up in the NYC Gallery." She pulled back to look him in the eyes, cupping his warm face. "I'm serious! What if this one becomes your outbreak!?" She exclaimed, not feeling any doubt because she could see he had the same hope in his eyes.

They both knew this one was something entirely different he had ever painted. It was tense, but he has drawn tense before. It was dangerous, threatening almost.

"Where do you plan to go from here on?"

He turned back to face the painting and she got up, sitting on his thigh when he urged her. "I'll paint the perilous rocks known as the Needles of the Isle of Wight, here," he traced the farther part of the canvas, away from the center and front. "Then, a group of fishermen in small boats are in danger at sea- the waves would be crazy," he narrated with suspense while pointing at two spots, both on each side of the center and a little apart from each other. "The warm light of their lamp would be puny against the vast darkness and the cold moonlight," he finished his narration, looking at her to see if she could interpret and picture much.

"Okay... sounds vicious. What do you want the painting to mean- to display?"

"Oh, I've thought about this many times. And, I think I'm pretty sure now," he told her. 'As a potent display of nature, the painting juxtaposes the vulnerability of humankind and the treacherous waves.'" He said, sounding proud and practiced.

"Ooh, sounds like you're telling this to an interviewer," she teased. "Harry Styles, the only 21 years old artist of the famous painting: Fishermen at Sea!" She announced loudly, dropping a few almonds from her fist.

Hii! Hope you liked this! Photo of the painting and the description creds to: website dailyartmagazine.com ! Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

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The One That Got Away - Part 4

A.N. - Part 4 is finally here! I hope everyone enjoys - please let me know your thoughts or even pop into my inbox so we can talk :)

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Harry's stuck in a sticky situation where he has to ultimately pick between his own personal life and his role as a father. However, what happens when he wants to take some time alone and runs into his daughters mother while she is supposed to be with him?

Word Count: 4.1K

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Harry 

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“Harry, I love you too but I don’t believe that you’re in love with me as much as I am to you.” Liz’ confession stings me because that's not true in the slightest. Her big blue eyes are starting to brim with a few tears and my heart sinks even more. I in no way wanted to make her feel this way, even in the slightest. 

“Liz, that is absolutely not true. I-I-I-I don’t even know what else to say right now, I feel as though I have said and done everything to prove to you that I am ready to move further with you and this relationship and it doesn’t seem like you’re listening to me.” I am starting to become irritated with this conversation now. I don’t know how many times I can tell one person that I love them and want to move forward with them but my life is complicated and it’s not as easy as she thinks. Her life compared to mine is much easier, she does not share a child with someone else, nor does she have to take someone else's needs into consideration, for all intents and purposes she could move across the country tomorrow if she wanted to and there would be nothing holding her back here. 

“Let me move in with you.” 

“What?” Her demand comes as a surprise to me. 

“Let me move in with you. If you're serious as you say then let me move in with you.” 

“Baby, you know it’s not that simple.” She knows that making this type of demand comes with a lot of planning and consulting with the mother of my child. She is fully aware of the agreement that Alena and I have and, again, I have someone else to think about in this situation. 

“See Harry… This is our problem - you always have to ask for permission from her before you can do anything with your life, well I am sorry, but I am not waiting around nor am I sharing our life with her." My patience is running thin at this point - she has no business nor right to make that statement, especially when I have been an open book with her about most of my wrong doings I have done in my life. Her words are spiteful. 

“ If that’s the case, then I don’t think it would be wise to continue seeing me then.” my chest is continuing to ache and my stomach is at the bottom of the pit currently. “ I have a beautiful daughter that I share with someone, and her mother is going to continue to be a part of my life in one way or another and if you can't accept that, then I don’t think we should continue this relationship we have.” 

“But Harry?” my words have obviously affected her, however, I am not going to make promises I can’t keep, she is aware of my circumstances and what comes along with being with me. I typically would have some empathy for her because she truly is a sweet and kind hearted girl but she is being spiteful and I am not going to allow her to try and gaslight me as if I am the problem. 

“Liz, I think it’s best you go inside and we revisit this conversation another time. I don’t want to argue about this, especially because my mind is not going to change on this.” And with that, she unbuckles herself from the passenger seat, gathers her belongings and gets out of my car. She did not mutter another word. I don’t know if this means that I won’t be hearing from her anytime soon or she’s just over this conversation. She is typically a very talkative and expressive person so her silence was sharp and knife-like. I watch her make herself into her apartment building and I wait until I see her living room light turn-on to signal that she has made it inside her apartment safely. 

As I drive off back toward my mothers house, instant regret and sadness over-fills me. I don’t understand how this day started off happy,to now being  most likely it's the end of our relationship. Elizabeth is the first girl that has really sparked something inside of me in a while, she was the total package but no matter how great she is - she has to accept the biggest part of my life, with the good and the bads and if she can’t do that then that's a deal breaker. 

- 

“Harry, dear, what's wrong?” I have just arrived back at my parents house to pick-up Aria but on the way here tears just began to spill out. I didn’t even shed this many tears when my daughter was born - how pathetic of me. 

“Mum, I really don’t feel like talking about it.” I scan the room but don’t spot Aria. 

“ Where’s my princess?” Aria really did save me. I truly believe that if it weren’t for her, I would be in a much darker place in my life. 

“She’s asleep…” my mum pulls out a chair from her kitchen table as do I and we both take a seat. My mum is sitting across from me and I can tell just from her facial expression the concern and worry she has for me now and will do her absolute best to pry out the truth from me. 

“ I think Elizabeth and I have broken up.” 

“W-What, Harry, I thought everything was going great between you two?” her face is now covered by confusion and worry. “For fuck sakes, Harry, I just met the girl tonight and you’ve already broken up with her?” She's now rubbing her temples with both hands. Her face is illuminated by the single dim kitchen light fixture, yet I can still see her facial expressions clear as day. 

“Mum… she was trying to give me an ultimatum that I can’t agree to.” 

“W-Well what was it? Not going out, not drinking, not smoking? What is it?” her ignorance is bliss, she’s talking out of her ass. 

“No, she asked, no, demanded she move in with me. She feels as though I am not devoting enough time to her and not making her a priority.” 

“Well is that true? Is she not a priority for you?” 

“She is - but she needs to understand that my daughter comes before anyone else. It’s not as easy as she may think it is.” This conversation is starting to irritate me, I don’t need to justify my reasonings for anything to anyone - not Liz and not even my mum. “My role as a father comes before my role as a boyfriend, and if she can’t accept that, then that’s on her.”

“ Harry, don’t be so harsh on the girl. I’m sure it’s difficult for her as well - sharing her time with someone else, a child that you share with someone else - a child that will have things come up and plans with said girlfriend may have to be rearranged.” My mother lays her hand on top of mine and gives it a squeeze. “Don’t be so stubborn, and don’t be so serious - I’m sure she didn’t say anything inappropriate about Aria.” 

“No, she did not.”

“Harry - I think you should leave Aria with me tonight - I will take her to your home so she can sleep in her own bed because it’s getting late and you get yourself together, go for a walk, stay here - I don’t care but you don’t come home to your daughter until you get yourself together.”

“Fine.” 

- 

After my mum left with Aria I did not go for a walk, nor did I stay at her house, I drove to the first place that I knew would help me get my mind off of things. I just valeted my car and made my way to the entrance of the building. 

“Styles! I haven’t seen you in a long time. What is going on?” Josh, an old buddy of mine is at the door, carding and greeting people into the establishment. Josh is a stocky guy, with dark brown hair and a bit of facial hair, he hasn’t changed much since I last saw him. 

“ Oh, you know, busy with life my man. I hope all is going well with you.” Josh is a great guy, no doubt about that, but after a few drinks one night he has professed to me that he didn’t feel like he had a purpose in this world, didn’t go to college, didn’t have any hobbies that motivated him besides women and drinking, which is why he most likely started at this place and unfortunately I don’t believe he will be leaving anytime soon. 

“ That’s great to hear man, hey, I’ll catch you inside after my shift if you stick around!” I swiftly nodded my head and flashed him a smile, but I’m hoping that I get one or two drinks in me, calm myself down and head back home to Aria, I am not trying to stay out all night - I can’t go back to my old tendencies. 

As I make my way through the double doors, then the vestibule, I am reminded of the familiar scenery and scent of this club. It’s one of the most popular clubs within the city, and it is the place to be. It’s constantly filled with beautiful single women waiting to be flirted with, taken care of and 9 times out of 10, be taken home and shown an even better time. I would be lying if I said I never partook in any of those activities, in fact I could probably count a few things that I’ve done in that private stall to the left of me. 

The bar seems to be occupied with people ordering and then making their way back to the dance floor, which fortunately enough for me means that there's a few empty seats at the bar. The same old bartender that’s been working here for the past few years greets me as she always has. 

“Hey there Stud, y’d like your usual?” She’s a petite woman, with short blonde hair and these piercing blue eyes, she really is a looker, her name is Shannon. When I first started to come around to this place, Shannon had just started working here and she was fresh to the scene, she was very naive at the time and was known to give some special “deals” while she was working during her shift. For instance, one random Saturday night she was flirting with me at the bar, had her pretty blue eyes keep batting away at me and her tits were pushed up to her chest and her ass cheeks were hanging out of her shorts the perfect amount and one thing led to another and we ended up in the bathroom, she gave me a blowie right then and there. For months I was fixated on the way her plump lips wrapped around my cock, so I kept coming back for more and more until I became fixated on someone else. 

“Yes, please.” 

“Where’ve you been Stud? I miss you.” She walks over to grab a glass and some ice to put vodka club in and as she walks by, I notice she has a similar pair of shorts on as she had on the night we had together in the bathroom. 

“I’ve been around - haven’t been getting out much.” She’s the last person that I want to discuss any personal dilemmas with. 

“You? Not getting out much? You’re either seeing someone or knocked someone up." She laughs at her own comments and walks away to assist another customer calling her name, but I’m sure she wouldn’t be laughing if she realized both were true. 

- 

I’ve been here for about 30 minutes and I’ve had roughly about 4 drinks. I had capped myself at two but drowning my thoughts and sorrows of the day with alcohol just feels too good. The alcohol has me feeling loose and calm, it almost feels as though all of my past, present and future problems have no meaning because I’m just in a state of serenity right now. I’ve been chatting with Shannon on and off while I’ve been sitting here at the bar, and she’s already offered twice to go into the bathroom and relive a past endeavor but I’ve declined twice. I may be drunk and emotionally unstable, but I am not stupid enough to do something I will regret once I am coherent again. 

I am just about to get up and go to the bathroom when I hear a familiar voice shouting up at me. 

“ Harry, where the hell is Aria?” It took me a second to realize who it is but once I do, I am shocked. Alena, the mother of my child, is standing right infront of me in the club. She looks immaculately and effortlessly beautiful, her dress is skin tight and leaves little to the imagination while making me feel a little over protective of her? Why is she even wearing something so tight? I can practically see her nipples, and her curves hug her dress in all the right places. I recognize this dress - she wore this dress once before and dare I say that she looks even better wearing it now. 

“What the hell are you even doing here and what are you wearing? You look silly.” I’m lying to myself and to her, because she doesn’t look silly, but I can’t let her know that I think she looks effortlessly gorgeous. 

“Harry, do not fucking play games with me. Where the hell is my daughter and why the hell aren’t you with her right now?” I tug her arm gently so she can take a seat next to me, so she isn’t shouting in front of everyone, but also if I stand up for one more second I may actually piss myself. 

“Relax, she’s at my house with my mum. I came out for a drink or two and headed home.” I don’t want her blowing this instance out of proportion but I know deep inside, being here while I am supposed to be caring for Aria is not the most responsible decision. 

“Harry, do not tell me to relax.” her cheeks are puffing out like they always used to when she was annoyed or frustrated with me. “Is this” she’s pointing around the club, “what you are  doing while she’s with you during the weekends?” 

“What the fuck - no. Do you think I’m that much of a piece of shit?” I can’t believe she thinks this low of me to assume that I am doing this every weekend while our daughter is at my house. I may have been a shitty partner, but I vowed to never be a piece of shit father who doesn’t care for his child. 

“ Don’t act like that would be so far-fetched. We both know what you’re capable of.” If I wasn’t already feeling like a horrible human being, this really is the icing on the cake. “Oh why thank you, because you’re the mother of the year - I apologize for not being as perfect as you.” the alcohol was starting to kick in and I wasn’t even aware of what was coming out of my mouth, however, I can tell by Alena’s expression she’s brewing with anger. 

“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you here, Harry. Enjoy your night, and don’t you worry about dropping Aria off in the morning - I’ll come pick her up bright and early.” I didn’t even know what to say next, so I didn’t even bother stopping Alena from walking away and apologizing to her for what I said. Before making matters even worse, I pay my tab, ask for a bottle of water and make my way home. 

-

I’m woken up by the sound of two little feet patting their way across my bedroom and soft sniffles. When I’m finally woken up, I pull Aria under my duvet and lay her next to me. 

“Bubs, what’s a-matter?” Her tear stained face nuzzles into my chest as she makes herself comfortable. 

“U-U-Uh I-I-I had a bad dream, and I’m scared.” Her broken voice breaks my heart, but I know this is normal for kids her age, she has a bad dream at least once a month while she is with me and we go through the same routine in which she comes and lays in bed with me and we fall back asleep together. 

“ T’s okay Bubs, you’re safe here with me now.” I can feel her drifting off to sleep and selfishly I’m thankful for that - when looking at the time on my phone it clearly read 5:23 AM. Which means I’ve only been asleep for roughly about 3 hours. After my interaction with Alena at the club, I was left so embarrassed that I sobered up as quickly as I could and drove myself back here. It wasn’t enough that Alena gave me a piece of her mind, but as soon as I got home my mum could smell the alcohol on my breath and I had to hear it from her as well. I was embarrassed beyond belief, but all I wanted to do after the night I had was check on my baby girl and then go to sleep. 

“I love you so much, daddy.” I could never get tired of hearing that. 

- 

I’m woken up again by the vibration of my phone. Alena texted and called me to notify me that she’s outside waiting for me to let her in, while getting out of bed doing my best to not wake up Aria I glanced over at my phone and see that it reads 7:38 AM, she wasn’t kidding when she said bright and early. I slip out of my pajama pants and slip on a pair of lounge shorts and make my way down my stairs and into my foyer to let Alena in. 

When I open the door, she’s standing there in a pair of leggings and a cropped t-shirt, her hair seems to be styled in the same waves that it was last night. Her face has now been washed away of all that make-up she had on last night, and she seems to have a softer aroma on her. 

“Where is she?” her demeanor doesn’t seem to have changed since last night. 

“She’s up in my bed asleep, she woke up about 2 hours ago because she had a bad dream. The only way she seems to fall back asleep is if she nestles herself into me.” I’m hoping the topic of our daughter and her unfortunate nightmare softens Alena up. 

“Yeah, she does the same with me too. She likes when I wrap my arm around her.” I lead her through the open-floor plan of my home and lead her to my kitchen island so I can make us some coffee. 

“Listen, Harry, I apologize for snapping at you last night the way I did. I shouldn’t have done that.” she has no reason to apologize here but as always, she has to be the bigger person. “It just really took me by surprise to see you there the way I did.” 

“There’s no reason for you to apologize, however, if you had allowed me to talk last night I would have gotten to the reason why.” I truthfully would have told her everything last night if she had allowed me to, but out of frustration, she let it out all at once. 

“ I was irresponsible last night, and after an argument I had with my now ex-girlfriend I needed to get out. I probably should have gone for a walk or even a drive - but I went somewhere that felt comfortable and went ahead of myself.” 

“Oh?” her eyes are fixated on me while I talk, which is something I admire most about her. No matter who is speaking to her, she makes it a point to make them feel like they are the most important person in the room and she is just absolutely transfixed with them. 

“ I’ll spare you the details, but, I think it’s important for you to know that she asked if she could move in here and I told her no, because my relationship with our daughter is more important to me than any romantic relationship I may encounter.” her face begins to soften, and she waits for me to complete my thought before she speaks up. 

“Harry, you don’t have to share the intimate details of your relationship with me.” 

“No I don’t, but I also don’t want you to think I would ever do something to jeopardize my relationship with Aria or make you feel uncomfortable.” The coffee pot chimes signaling it’s beginning to brew. I swing my weight onto my counter top, where I perch myself up. “I know you have your thoughts about me, and rightfully so, but I will do everything in my power to prove you wrong.” These words weren’t supposed to come out as threats, but more so as promises, because I promise to be the best father I can possibly be. 

“ I’ve never said anything negative about you to anyone, not to my friends, my parents, your mum, no one - especially our daughter.” 

“Yes, but I’m sure you’ve thought about it.” 

A gasp escaped her lips, “ Yeah, and I’ve also thought about marrying Leonardo DiCaprio but it doesn’t make it true.”

This playful banter is not common within our relationship, if that's what you would even call this - but it’s refreshing. 

For the next 30 minutes, we stayed sat like we are, drinking coffee and making small talk about Aria, my mum, her parents and just random news we’ve heard about in the world, sitting and having light-hearted conversations with Alena is different than our norm, but I’m happy we are moving in this direction even if it may be in very small increments. 

Aria woke up not too long after, and came downstairs searching for me but as soon as her eyes caught sight of Alena, it was game over for me - she attacked her mother with hugs and kisses and expressed how much she actually missed her. 

Shortly after, Alena and Aria made their way back home and I am left alone again with my own thoughts and contemplations on what I should do about my situationship. But, instead of dealing with it like an adult - I decide to take the high road and go upstairs and lay back in bed.

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Another Quick Blurb

Here’s some more of Piper and Harry time! Please give me all the feedback! What else would you want to see?

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As the finishing bars of The Christmas Song floated through the air, Piper closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hates this time of year. The whole world won’t let her forget that this month was supposed to be filled with happiness and family and cheer and love. Piper’s December was not filled with any of that. It was a time filled with triggers and anxiety and fights and loneliness. 

She rarely went home to visit her family. All that ever happened was hurt. They hurt her. She’d sometimes hurt them back. No one was happy when she was home so she cut down the visits to once a year- at Christmas. 

Harry has tried to convince her to just spend Christmas with his family. He would do the cleaning. His mom would do the cooking. His sister would do the presents. Piper could just do the drinking. But Piper knew she would never hear the end of it from her mom and sister if she didn’t go home for a bit. 

So home she went. She drove the few hours to see her family and it was fine for about 24 hours. Piper was shocked at who broke the peace this time, though. Her younger sister was playing her Christmas music at full volume and the song was one that brought all of the shit of Christmases past right to the surface. Piper could feel the anxiety attack coming.

“Can we just turn down the music? Or turn it off?” Piper turned away from her sister. Piper reached toward the volume control on the stereo. 

“God, why did you even come home if you were going to be such a killjoy?”

Piper’s head snapped around to look at what she expected to be her mom, but no. It was her sister saying those things to her.

“Everything has to be just like you want it, doesn’t Piper? You’re just like mom.”

Piper couldn’t talk as her sister just turned the music up, making it heard throughout the house. The tears welled up in Piper’s eyes and she turned the knob down. Her sister pushed her and turned the knob back up. 

“God, just go home.”

So Piper did. She hadn’t wanted to come in the first place- she was guilted into it, just like every other year. She silently grabbed her bag and started walking out the door. 

“You can’t even spend Christmas with us? You hate us that much?” Her mom’s voice hit her ears. Piper didn’t even bother stopping. She was too upset to be effective like her therapist taught her. Whatever Piper said would be twisted and turned around. She was starting to wish she had taken Harry’s offer. 

She closed the door behind her and got in her car. She pulled away from the driveway before she let the tears fall. She refused to let them see her crying again because of their words. They didn’t need more ammunition. She cried the rest of the way back to her apartment. 

Persephone, her little tortoiseshell kitten, came bounding over to her, the little bell on her collar tinkling. She made little squeaks to show her confusion. Mom had set out food for a few days and took her bag, which usually meant a few days of ruling the house for the small cat.

“Hi, little miss. I know I’m home early but I just missed you too much to stay away, Sweet Girl,” Piper scratched the cat’s belly as she flopped over at her mom’s feet. 

Piper set her bag down and picked up the cat to really give her some love. When she started wriggling in Piper’s arms, she put her down and went to change.

 Harry had left his forest green pullover at her place before they both left to visit family. She picked it up. It still smelled like him. She took off the nice outfit she had put on for the Christmas Eve festivities and pulled the oversized sweatshirt over her head. Pulling the sleeves over her hands and putting them up to her face, she inhaled deeply. Even from miles away, Harry was bringing her some comfort on this awful night.

She grabbed her blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her as she walked back to the couch. Persephone cuddled up right next to her as she turned on the shitty reality tv show she had been watching on Netflix. Piper just wanted to forget what happened and drown her sorrows in drag queen drama.

About 20 minutes into the episode, her phone began buzzing. At first, she ignored it. It was most likely her mom wanting to chew her out for leaving. It finally stilled. Then the phone buzzed again. It was Harry trying to FaceTime her. She slid the grey circle to the right, not even bothering to unwrap her head from the blankets she burrowed into earlier.

“Lovey! I proper miss ya, don’t I? Been chatting me mum’s ear off about it so I figured I better call ya instead!” Harry kept going, “She and Gem are making cookies and I snuck away to call. I can’t wait for you to try- wait. Are you on your couch?”

Harry’s mom and sister had come over from the UK to visit Harry. They were staying at a hotel near his tiny one-bedroom apartment near campus. That’s why he had wanted her over so badly, to just stay home this year.

“Yeah.”

“But I thought- shit.”

“Harry watch your language while your mother is here!” Anne called from the next room.

Harry rolled his eyes. Piper just stayed quiet. Harry knew Piper didn’t get along with her family, knew that she only went home once a year for a reason. It didn’t take much for him to connect the dots. 

“I’m coming over.”

“Harry, no. Your family is there to see you. I’m fine. Just go help with the cookies.” There was no way she was letting him come over and ruin his family time.

“We don’t need him messing up our cookies. Please let him over, just for our sakes!” Gemma’s face appeared on the screen. Harry looked at his sister horrified, then back at Piper.

“Even though that was mean, it doesn’t change the fact that I am still coming over.” And with that, the call ended. 

Chuckling, Piper shook her head. Anne was not going to let Harry out of her sight on Christmas Eve. They had come in from across the ocean. No way.

So when the door starting opening 10 minutes later, she was confused. Her head popped up over the back of her couch to look at the door and Harry busted out laughing. She was all wrapped and bundled in her blankets, much like a burrito, and just her eyes and nose were visible over the couch. 

“Anne wasn’t supposed to let you leave.”

“You’re practically her second daughter. No way in hell she wasn’t going to let me come see you.” He smirked at her, “Plus I’m an adult so I can do whatever I want.”

“You trying to tell me or yourself?”

“Heeeeeyyy!” Harry whined as he walked over to her nest on the couch. He picked up her legs so he could sit down, putting them over his lap when he settled. 

“What did your mom do this time?”

“It was my sister, actually. Told me I was just like mom,” Piper said quietly, looking at her twisting fingers.

“What the fuck,” Harry sat up from his lounged position, “That’s literally what you’ve been working on in therapy for years. You are the furthest thing from being your mom. She’s the one being like your mom!” His voice started to rise. Piper started to shrink. Harry checked himself when he saw this. “Sorry, lovey. I just can’t believe she would say that to you. No matter what happened.”

Piper smiled the beginning of a smile, her right cheek lifting with the corner of her mouth. Harry was so protective of her therapy work, of her. 

“Harry, it’s ok. I’m ok. I left before it got worse.”

“Allison is gonna be so proud. I’m proud.”

Piper’s cheeks got warm. They were definitely reddening. She’d never get used to the pride that her therapist and her best friend offered her consistently. So Piper just snuggled into Harry’s side as Harry’s tattooed arm pulled her closer. 

“Have you seen the space challenge in this season yet? The challenge twist was insane!”

And with that, they watched the drag queens as they battled it out. After an episode and a half, Piper turned the television off. 

“Hey! The next episode is the best one in the season,” Harry whined.

“Harry, you need to go spend time with your family. So get your cute ass up and leave.”

Harry just frowned at her as she got up from the couch. The blankets fell in a pile around her feet. His eyes widened as he took in her pant-less state. Her, Harry’s, sweatshirt rode up her thighs as she stretched. Harry looked away. Piper pulled the sweatshirt back down. 

“Sorry,” she murmured. Harry stayed quiet, still not looking at her. She figured he was annoyed with her wearing his sweatshirt so she hurried to change. “I’ll get this off so you can take it with you when you leave.” 

Piper rushed to her room, spooking the sleepy kitten on her bed. She found some jeans and a comfy shirt to throw on as Persephone got up and stretched her little legs and then resettled. 

Piper went back out, pullover in hand. Harry was still sitting on her couch, head in his hands. He looked up when she stopped in the doorway. 

“You’re gonna freeze, love. Put the pullover back on so we can go,” Harry told her as he stood.

“Go?”

“Yeah. Go. Back to my place.”

“Harry I’m not intruding on Christmas with your family.”

“Not intruding, babe. Never intruding,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her and looking down at her with those green eyes.  And that’s how somehow she ended up with the sweatshirt on and back at Harry’s apartment, his mom and sister twittering around her. 

“Oh, you’re even prettier than Harry said!”

“Your necklace is just the cutest!”

“We have been dying to meet ya!”

“Come get some cookies!”

“Did ya eat yet? Harry get her a plate.”

Piper didn’t even have time to be overwhelmed with the women. They gave her food and drinks and hugs. They asked her how her masters was going, all about her work in the schools, how her tiny cat was doing. It was like catching up with her oldest friends. 

Harry had planted himself right next to her and refused to move all night. He constantly had a hand on her: an arm around her shoulder, a hand on her leg, fingers twisted with her own. Piper was used to the affection- Harry was always so clingy. But tonight it was more than the usual. She figured he was just happy his family was here and tipsy on his red wine.

Around 11, Anne and Gemma started saying their goodnights and gave hugs all around. 

“I’m making a full English tomorrow for breakfast so you better be here hungry,” Anne squeezed Piper tightly. 

“Mum’s gonna proper spoil ya tomorrow,” Gemma giggled in Piper’s ear. 

Anne whispered in Harry’s ear and his cheeks turned a dark pink before he kissed her cheek and ushered the women out the door. 

“What’d she say?” Piper asked him.

“Nothing,” Harry shook his head and chuckled. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

“Ok, let me grab my phone and we can leave.”

“What? No. You’re staying over.” 

“I’m not staying over when you’re family is getting here early. Especially on Christmas Eve.”

“It being Christmas Eve is all the more reason to stay.” He replied quickly, the smirk he wore turning it into a game.

“Your couch is covered in presents from your mom.”

“You’re taking the bed so that’s not an issue.” He smirked, thinking he was winning

“What about you?” This was Piper’s winning move. There was not enough room in this apartment for both of them.

“Well, I was taking the bed, too, actually.”

Oh. 

The butterflies erupted in her belly. He wanted to share a bed. With her. They had spent the night at each other’s places before, but always on the couch or the floor in front of the Netflix marathon they were in the middle of watching. This was so different. They would be so close, bodies almost touching, all night. There was no way Piper would get any sleep if he were that close. She stood there, guppying her mouth open and closed. The glint in Harry’s eye told her that this was the reaction he was going for. 

“Only if you’re ok with it, that is.”

“Yeah. No. Why wouldn’t I be fine with it? I’m totally fine with it.” She was rambling now. It was just making her butterflies worse.

Harry nodded his head once and started to lock up the front door. Piper took a deep breath. It was too shaky to bring her any comfort as Harry called over to tell her he was going back to his room to change. This did nothing to steady the shaky breaths Piper pulled into her lungs. She took one final breath and started back to the bedroom. With a small knock, Piper checked to see if Harry was decent. 

“Come in, lovey,” she heard through the door. So she opened the door to find Harry ready for bed. Her eyes scanned from his slightly messy curls down the inked skin of his toned torso all the way to the grey joggers resting low on his hips. He was so beautiful that Piper almost let out a sigh. 

“Looks like you’re overdressed. I thought you might want this so I pulled it out for you.” Harry pointed to the worn Rolling Stones t-shirt that Piper stole every time she could her hands on it. She smiled to herself as she picked up the shirt and held it gently in her hands. 

“I’ll- um, well, I’ll let you change real quick.” He hesitated and then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Piper quickly switched clothing. Looking in the mirror hanging on Harry’s closet door, she tugged the bottom of the t-shirt down just a little more. It skimmed her thighs and the bottom of her panties were just peeking out. There was a small knock on the door before Harry stuck his head in and stopped. His eyes widened as he took in the girl standing in front of his mirror. He cleared his throat and Piper turned around, still tugging at the bottom of the borrowed shirt. 

“It’s a little short,” she said quietly.

“Mmm,” was all he did to acknowledge her statement. He just looked at Piper. 

“Well I’m getting kind of tired, so…”

This seemed to shake him awake, “Yeah, of course. I’ll get the lights.” Piper climbed into the right side of the bed while Harry switched off the overhead lights and plugged in the strand of fairy lights above the bed. He climbed in beside Piper and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her. At first touch, Piper stiffened. Her skin tingled. But she relaxed into Harry’s touch when he placed a gentle kiss to her hair.

And that’s how they slept the whole night. With Harry’s arms around Piper and her cuddled into his chest. 

Piper woke up to the sound of soft laughter and the smell of breakfast cooking. Piper quickly pulled on a pair of boxers she found in Harry’s drawers and walked out to the kitchen to Anne cooking at the stove, Gemma rummaging in the fridge, and Harry standing by the toaster. 

Anne was the first to notice her, “Oh! Piper! Harry told me you’re a vegetarian. Gem is, too, so there are tons of things for you two to eat.” Piper smiled as she said her thanks. Harry looked over at her, face lighting up. He walked over to her and wrapped her in a hug. His tall frame towered over her as he whispered, “Ya look so cute in my clothes, lovey.”

Piper’s cheeks burned as she pulled away. She asked Anne for something to help with. She was tasked with cutting the bread for the toast that Harry was buttering. After their full English, the four started the present opening. Piper took over the job of photographer for the crew, capturing the reactions to each present and each sweet moment between the family members. She was shocked when the last two presents had her name on them. Harry handed them to her. One had her name printed in beautiful handwriting and the other had her name scrawled on it in Harry’s messy handwriting. Piper looked at the three people surrounding her, mouth agape. 

“We hoped we would get to see you while we were out here so we got you a gift. I hope you don’t mind,” Anne told her gently. Piper opened the gift from the women with shaking hands. The paper opened up to a deep red leather-bound journal with her name pressed into the bottom right corner in a swirling script. A long satin ribbon was sticking out of the book, marking the first page. Piper spent way too much of her free time journaling, already filling up 3 journals this year. This was a perfect addition to her collection. She thanked the women with tears in her eyes.

“Of course, sweet girl! You’ve brought so much happiness to Harry’s life, it’s the least we could do. Harry told us you always have a journal with you and go through them so quickly.”

“My turn now,” Harry nudged the next gift toward her. 

“I don’t have yours here,” Piper replied as she picked up the gift. 

“Doesn’t matter, love.” Piper pulled the paper away and she was met with a box to open. She looked over to Harry with a confused look and he just nodded at her to keep going. She took the top off and gasped. Sitting inside were tickets. Tickets to her favorite artist. Tickets in the front row. The tickets she had tried so hard to get when they went on sale but sold out before she could get any. She had saved up for months to get these tickets. Piper looked up at Harry. He was just smiling, dimples popping. She couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

“Did I mess up, lovey? These are the ones you wanted, right? I got two so I could go with you, if that’s ok,” Harry worried. 

Piper just nodded, trying to calm down her breathing. She threw her arms around his neck. He returned her hug, pulling her close and kissing her hair again. She drew away, wiping at her eyes. 

“Thank you all so much.”

The rest of the afternoon was filled with giggles as they all cleaned up the aftermath of the gift exchange. Piper couldn’t remember a Christmas that she felt this loved and this cared for. 

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‘I think that might be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me’

This was requested literally a year ago, I hope I did the prompt justice! Also it sort of goes along with ‘Please forgive me, I need you baby’, kind of like a prequel! xx

(Warnings: smut and mature content but also some fluff too, minors DNI) 

You hated going to parties, Harry thrived in those kinds of setting, you however did not. You’d spent most parties by Harry’s side, admiring his ability to talk to anyone like they’re old friends, never shy or embarrassed not matter the topic of discussion. You admired that about him, his outgoing personality balanced your somewhat introverted one. 

You’d been at the party for an hour or so, and if you were honest, you weren’t really sure whose party it actually was, but either way you were there, milling about with a few acquaintances, Harry carrying the conversation as usual. You take another sip of the quite large glass of red in your hand, scanning the room as it filled with more and more people, trying to pick out anyone familiar when your eyes landed on the last person you wanted to see, Mel. Mel was a ‘friend’ of Harry’s, but it was abundantly clear to anyone who watched them interact that she wanted Harry and Harry was oblivious. 

Whenever they hung out she was always touching him in any way she could, an exaggerated laugh that ended in her hand playfully swatting at his chest, or her touching his bicep as she spoke to him. It was obvious that she was flirting, and it pissed you off every time you were witness to her behaviour. After all, Harry was yours. You trusted him fully, but Harry’s biggest flaw was undoubtedly his ability to see the best in everyone whilst completely missing large red flags. 

Mel caught you staring, faking a smile before sauntering over to the two of you. “Harry!” she chirped, completely ignoring you, Harry turning and greeting her with a big smile. “Hey Mel! I didn’t know you were coming!” “You know I never turn down a good party” she says, giving Harry a hug that lasted longer than you would like. Mel turns to you, another fake smile thrown your way “Oh hey I didn’t even see you there! How are you?” she says, her voice sickly sweet. You attempt to force a somewhat believable smile before responding with a “Yeah good thank you”, Mel already focussing her attention back on Harry before you could finish your sentence. For the next 45 minutes she dominated the conversation, the acquaintances involved people slowly but surely wandering away until it was just the three of you left, and by then you had downed two more large glasses of red and were well and truly tipsy. 

On top of being borderline drunk you were more than a little angry, you were filthy, seething even. Mel had gotten on every last one of your nerves and then some. Your heart was racing as Mel continued to carry on about something stupid probablym you really couldn’t focus on anything but how much you couldn’t stand her. “So Harry, I’m planning on heading to Malibu next weekend, do you want to tag along?” Mel says completely ignoring you in these plans of course. “I mean we’re no-” “Sorry Mel we’ve got plans, remember baby?” You say confidently, taking Harry by surprise as you cut him off. “Come on Harry I was planning on hitting up that vintage shop you love” Mel says boldly. “Sorry Mel did you not hear me? We have plans and they don’t include you” you spit back, Harry remaining quiet not daring to show how much he was loving this side of you. You could tell Mel was pissed but trying to cover it up, “Alrighty then, I’m gonna go get another drink” she says, walking away in a huff. “Baby you ok?” Harry says, turning to face you. “No Harry she’s ridiculous! She just tried to invite you on a weekend away with her! Who the fuck does she think she is?” You were pissed and Harry was turned on. “Don’t worry about it, I’d never go, although I do like that vintage shop” he joked, leaning to kiss your forehead.

Your mind was spinning, which may have been the alcohol, but you needed to show Mel that you weren’t intimidated by her. Suddenly you grab Harry’s hand, pulling him up the stairs of whoever’s house this was and into the first bedroom you find, closing the door behind you before pushing him up against the wall. Harry looked at you slightly shocked as to what was happening “what are yo-” you cut him off with a kiss, the anger and alcohol surging through your veins. You fisted his hair, deepening the kiss before dragging your hands over his chest, down his torso and eagerly fiddling with the buttons on his pants as he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere else in the room along with his pants. Harry wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, your lips remained on his as he carried you to the bed, throwing you down before hastily pulling your pants down your legs. “I don’t know what has gotten into you but I fucking love it” Harry says, tearing his shirt off and taking you in for a moment before leaning down trail kisses down your collar bone, his hand finding your inner thigh. You writhe at his touch, knowing exactly what he was about to do. He takes his time gently tugging your underwear down before positioning himself over you, placing his lips back on yours. This was all too slow for you; you were hot and needy, and you couldn’t wait any longer. You reached down, hastily tugging his briefs down, before grazing your fingers along him, feeling him grow harder and harder as you reach the tip. You knew it sent him wild. “Stop” he moans, firmly grabbing both of your hands and putting them above your head, holding them in place with one hand, the other trailing along your belly and down to where you so desperately needed him. His fingertips finally reach the sensitive skin, rubbing achingly slow circles with his thumb and forefinger, a moan leaving your lips as the motions quicken. “Harry please” you beg, bucking your hips up, needing him. Harry obliged releasing your hands, lining up, giving himself two pumps before crashing his lips back on yours as he pushed himself in. You feel yourself stretch around him; the first movement slow to allow you to adjust before he quickened his pace. You take a sharp breath as you feel him go deeper and deeper with every thrust. Your legs wrap around his back, needing him to go even deeper. Your breath quickens along with his, a string of uncontrollable moans leaving your mouth. The anger from the night was slowly dissipating as the two of you got lost in each other. 

Your fingers gripped his shoulders tighter as the two of you began to hit your peaks. Just as you were nearly there, the tingle in your toes already building, the door creaks open followed by the sounds of heels and an unbearably whiny voice called out ‘Harry? Harry hun are you in here?’. You knew who it was before she even opened her mouth, but you didn’t let it stop you. Harry’s head snapped up, disconnecting his lips from your neck ‘For fucks sake Mel don’t you knock? Fuck off!’ a smirk growing on your lips the second the words left his mouth. Mel looked like a deer in headlights, you swear you see her knees almost buckle at the site of you as her cheeks grew more red by the second ‘I fuck- uh I’m sorry, shit I’ll j-, I’ll just leave’ she said in an absolute panic as she tried to avert her eyes but you weren’t trying to avoid her gaze, instead something spurred you on, wanting to really make crystal fucking clear that he was your, not hers. You ground your hips harder against Harry’s, he hadn’t dared to stop throughout this whole ordeal as he was desperately close to hitting his climax. You moaned his name loud enough for Mel to hear as she scrambled her way out of the room. The door slammed shut and you bit your lip, allowing yourself a small moment of victory before turning your full attention back to the man between your legs. ‘She’s gone baby, now finish me’ you whispered in Harry’s ear, eliciting an almost pornographic moan from his lips as he quickened his pace, reaching down to rub your sensitive bud, wanting to push the both of you over the edge so badly. The second his ring-clad fingers touch you you’re gone, the tingle starting in your toes as the coil tightened in your belly, ‘baby, I’m near- fffuck, nearly ther-oh god’ you moaned as the coil snapped and you lose it, hitting your peak. Your toes curled, fingers digging into Harrys broad shoulders as you rode out your intense orgasm. Harry continued to thrust deep into you, becoming just slightly sloppier, relishing in the moment as he’s finally pushed over the edge as well ‘shit you’re so fucking good baby, so fucking good’ he panted as he came, taking you in as he started to come down off his high. Allowing his body to collapse atop of yours, Harrys lips found your jaw once more, placing wet kisses on your jawbone. “God love you so fucking much” he says taking a moment to rest his head on your chest, a giddy smile on his face, “I love you too baby” you said, placing a kiss on the top of his just slightly sweaty forehead. 

“I was going to suggest that we go back out to the party but If I’m being totally honest, all I want to do is go home and do this all over again, what do you say?” Harry says, shifting from his position up onto his feet, reaching a hand out to pull you with him. “I think that might be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me” you teased, stealing one last kiss before the two of you got dressed and made your way back out to the bustling party hand-in hand. It was obvious to anyone who saw you what had just transpired, but you couldn’t care less what any of these strangers thought. You walked back into the main living area, to collect your things, immediately spotting Mel standing rather awkwardly with a group of people, trying to ignore your smug look. Harry led you through the room, waving a few quick goodbyes as you made your way out of the house and into the waiting Uber. You knew that Harry, being the kind person he is, would eventually apologise to Mel for everything but that didn’t put a damper on your victory because all that mattered was she finally knew that Harry was yours, and only yours. You’d won and god did it feel fucking good. 

Hi lovelies, this was requested pretty much a year ago but my goodness I’ve been through so much in this last year that I haven’t had much time to write. I hope you enjoy reading this little piece, I surely enjoyed writing it! If you have any requests just let me know. All the love, E xxx

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Deep End - Chapter 10: Risky Business

…in which Ezi finds out about sex.

Word count: 3.5k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: sorry about the short chapter, I had a horrible week. I'll do better 😂

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That kiss had changed everything.

Ezili had thought that it would bring Harry closer to her, but it had done the opposite. He had stopped going to her room to say goodnight before bed. And he would leave so early in the morning that they had barely spoken to each other in two days, except for when they were in public and had to act like they were in love. Ezili believed in herself. She was smart and powerful, and nothing was impossible if she was determined to make it work. However, this tasted almost like failure.

Maybe Koa was right about her not being able to finish this mission. Harry would never fall in love with her, and she would have to face her mother and admit that she was never worthy of the throne.

The idea had sent her spiralling down the pit of depression, and she wished there was a book to guide her through this. Did humans have books for every situation?

Anyway, now she must consider her backup plan.

“Hey, Dawson.”

“Hey, Ezili!”

Dawson sounded so cheerful on the phone that it made Ezili feel bad when she imagined ripping out his heart. Dawson was the only male human who had not done her wrong. If anyone deserved to live, it should be him. Still, it was either her or him, and she must be selfish for once.

“How are you?” she asked while sitting cross-legged on the bed. Chilli hopped onto her lap and nudged her tiny head against Ezili’s stomach. Ezili smiled and petted the animal. If only cats could live underwater. She was going to miss Chilli most when she left this place.

“I’m good.” Dawson’s laugh pulled her out of her head. “I’m surprised you called. Harry gave you my number?”

More like she got his number from Harry’s phone while Harry was asleep.

“Yeah. I just wanted to make sure we’re okay.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You know…the other day,” Ezili said while fidgeting with her fuzzy pink sock. “I just don’t want you to think I’m using Harry. I’m not a horrible person, I swear.” Well, not a person at all.

“I could never think so!” Dawson said, sounding appalled. “You’re literally one of the nicest girls I’ve ever met.”

“Really?” Now Ezili was in shock. Her? One of the nicest girls he’d ever met? Well, either she was good at pretending or he hadn’t met that many girls in his life.

“Yeah,” Dawson chuckled. “I’m sorry about the things my mother said to you.”

“Don’t worry. My mother wouldn’t like you, either.”

Dawson laughed then stopped when he realised she actually meant that.

“Oh. Why?”

Ezili shrugged even though Dawson could not see her. “That’s my mother. I’m not even sure she likes me. But let’s not talk about our mothers.”

“You’re right. Not gonna lie, I was kind of worried when I heard you were dating Harry.”

“Really? Why?”

There was a pause. But Ezili knew Dawson was going to say something bad about Harry. Who could blame him? Speaking from her own experience, Harry was a very hateable person.

“You’re just so...different,” Dawson said. “At least from the way I see it. Pretty sure Harry has commitment issues.”

“Yeah, that’s very clear,” Ezili said. She wanted to tell Dawson that Harry had been acting weird since they’d kissed that one time in his mother’s closet, but she didn’t want to make this whole conversation about Harry. This wasn’t why she’d called.

“Would you like to go out sometimes?” she asked.

Dawson sounded taken aback. “Just the two of us?”

“Yeah. My boss told me about this book fair in Central London this weekend. I have no one who would wanna go with me. And I’m new here so—”

“But you’re still dating Harry for PR. Is it alright for us to be seen alone together?”

“You’re Harry’s cousin. It’s fine for me to hang out with his family.”

“Right,” Dawson sighed, and Ezili could make out a smile in the tone of his voice. “That’s great then. I’ll pick you up?”

“Sure. I’ll message you the place and time.”

When Ezili hung up the phone, there was this sinking feeling in her stomach. At first she thought she was just feeling sick, but it wasn’t that. It was worse. It was guilt. She wasn’t supposed to feel bad about trying to finish her mission and return home. Her sister had said that the queendom was in grave danger, so she must do her part as their future queen and sacrifice Dawson for the greater good.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she told Chilli, who was silently judging her. “I know you like Dawson, but you’ll get over it.”

Chilli didn’t react.

Ezili sighed and lifted her arm to take a sniff. “Also, do you think I might actually have a smell now?”

Quietly, Chilli got up and jumped off the bed.

Ezili groaned and got out of bed as well. She must tell Harry that she was going out with Dawson this weekend. She hated that she had to ask for his permission, but considering how much he’d overreacted the last time she’d gone out with Dawson, it’d be safer to just let him know.

“Harry, we need to talk!” she called out loudly while heading down the hallway to Harry’s room. But as she got closer, she heard something. Ragged breathing. Moaning. Weeping sound of a helpless woman.

What was going on in there? Could it be…Oh no, Koa!

“Koa, do not take my human!”

“What the fuck?!” Harry screamed and fell off the sofa when Ezili sent the door flying with one kick.

He was pallid, staring wide-eyed at her with both hands covering his crotch. Why was he naked?! He wasn’t being killed by her sister?

Her gaze jumped to the telly. On the screen was a naked girl sitting on a man’s lap with her back facing the camera and his tail inside her—

Ezili flinched when the telly got switched off.

“Ezi, get out!” Harry shouted.

“What were you watching?” she asked, yet he didn’t respond.

She remembered having seen something similar in one of the ‘forbidden’ books in the bookstore. Her eyes grew wide at her own recollection. “Were they mating? Was that what you were watching?”

Harry ignored her and got up to grab his clothes from a chair, his tail hanging there shamelessly as he pulled on his shirt. Ezili wanted to tell him how funny it looked, but she didn’t think the joke would be appropriate when he was this angry.

“What did I tell you about entering my room without my permission?!” Harry asked through gritted teeth as he caught Ezili by the arm and pulled her to the door. Well, the doorway. Because she had literally kicked down his door.

“Great, now I don’t have a bedroom door,” he huffed. “Thank you, you troublemaker.”

“I thought you were in danger!”

“How?!”

She yanked her arm out of his grip before he could kick her out of his room. “I heard you moaning like you were in pain. Then I heard the girl moaning as well. I thought it was my sister!”

“Why would your sister even be in my room moaning?!”

“Why were you watching other humans mate?”

Harry slapped a hand against his chest and gasped. “You said it like I was a cuck!”

Ezili tilted her head, confused. “What’s a cuck?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Harry exhaled. “Well, basically, a cuck or cuckold is a man who enjoys watching his significant other have sex with someone else. I don’t get it, though. Like why would you want to sit and watch people have fun without you. Not to mention that I get jealous too easily, so I can only get off on POV porn.”

Ezili stared at Harry for a long moment, trying to absorb what he’d just said. “I had absolutely no idea what that meant,” she admitted.

Harry’s shoulders slumped as he groaned into his palms. Then, he sat up straight, his brows furrowed thoughtfully. “Okay, so for humans, we don’t always have sex to have babies. Many of us have sex because it gives us pleasure. And when we can’t have sex, we must release the—” He gestured aggressively with his hands. “Tension. By doing what I just did.” His face suddenly grew red. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“Why can’t you have sex then?”

“Me? The whole world thinks I’m in a relationship with you.”

“So?”

“When someone’s in a relationship,” Harry said. “they can only have sex with their partner.”

Ezili pursed her lips, curious. “What happens if they have sex with someone else?”

“I mean…if you love your partner, you shouldn’t even be fantasising about someone else.”

That really got Ezili pondering. She didn’t get to read about this in those relationship books. So according to this new information, Harry could only be in love with her when he stopped watching these naked girls on the internet and touching his tail. In order for that to happen, he must have sex with her.

“I want to have sex with you.”

“What?” Harry’s eyes went round in reaction to her proposal. “That’s not how it works!”

“Why not? I’m a female and I have the same hole—”

He grasped her hands before she could undo her pants. “No, no, no. Don’t show me that!” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Look,” he breathed, still holding her hands. “I can’t have sex with you.”

“Like now?”

“Like ever.”

Ezili blinked. “Why not?”

“Because…it’d be wrong.”

“Why?”

“You’re like...a child. That’d make me a pedo.”

“What do you mean? I’m turning twenty next week.”

Harry flinched in surprise. “Wait, what? Your birthday’s next week?”

Ezili nodded. She didn’t want to think about her birthday right now. It was supposed to be her coronation day, and now she was here on this impossible mission with the most stubborn target she had ever encountered.

“Yeah,” she said, shaking off those thoughts to resume the conversation. “So you wouldn’t be a petal.”

“Pedo.”

“That.”

“Still,” Harry blew out his cheeks. “You’re like…”

“Like?”

He eyed her up and down. “Innocent.”

“I’m not.” Brave of him to call her innocent when she’d been plotting to rip out his heart since the moment they’d met.

“No, like, you don’t know what sex is.”

“That’s why I want to try it.”

“Not with me,” Harry said with a small smile. Ezi didn’t think she’d said something funny, though.

“Should I ask Dawson then?” she asked, genuinely. Because Dawson was the only male human beside Harry that she knew. There was also Niall, but Harry had made it clear that she could not be friends with his friend.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” Harry hissed.

“But you said it’d give me pleasure.” She kicked her feet and tossed her arms in the air. “Of course you want to deny me pleasure. You literally hate women. What’s the word for it? Misogynistic. Yeah, that’s what you are.”

“How?!” cried Harry. “I love women. I love women so much I watch porn with only women.”

“You’re the worst,” Ezili scoffed, crossing her arms. “I hope you accidentally break your tail the next time you play with it.”

“That’s physically impossible. See? You know nothing about—“

Without letting him finish his sentence, she shoved him right off the bed and stormed out of the room.

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“You asked Dawson out on a date?!”

“What?”

Harry could not believe it. How could she sit there and eat her cereals after she’d pulled this shit?

He stormed towards the kitchen table and slammed both hands on it like he was a detective about to interrogate a guilty person. “Don’t lie to me.” He stabbed a finger at her. “A reliable source told me you asked Dawson to be your date to this book fair in Camden.”

“Who’s the source?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, because I wanna know who betrayed me.”

“Niall.”

“You said a reliable source and then it’s just Niall?” Ezi scoffed. “How did Niall even know?”

“Does it matter?”

“Just answer the damn question, Harry.”

“Niall heard it from your boss,” Harry smirked and licked his lip. “Well, well, look at that. The one person you trust has betrayed you.”

Ezi rolled her eyes and scooped another spoon of cereal. “Do you think I care? Even my own family hates me.” Then she started chewing like nothing was wrong while making eye contact with him. “Yes, I asked him to go with me. I was going to tell you yesterday, but you were busy yelling at me.”

“You broke down my bedroom door!”

“To save you. Gosh, at least be grateful for once.”

Harry groaned into his palms and shoved his fingers into his hair. He could not say two sentences to this girl without wanting to rip his hair off. What was it about her that set him off this way?

“We’re still dating, don’t you forget.”

“So?” She arched an eyebrow and leaned back into her chair, arms crossed. “I’m going with Dawson as friends.”

Harry tried his best not to laugh. “You know it’s not like that for him. He doesn’t think it’s going to be a friendly hangout.”

“How do you know what he thinks? You can read minds now?”

“I’m a guy. I know what guys think.”

“Sounds like you’re projecting,” Ezi said as she leaned forward, chin resting on her knuckles, a smile on her face. “Is it because you’re in love with me?”

Harry pulled back with a dramatic gasp. “How dare you accuse me of being in love with you when you literally destroyed my door to save me?”

“You’re right,” Ezi breathed and shrugged. “I’ll just let you die next time.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Harry said defeatedly.

Ezi seemed unfazed. “Why are you so mad, though?”

Yeah, why Harry? asked the voice inside his head, which he ignored.

“Because it’s Dawson of all people,” he said. It wasn’t really true, but it was the first thing he could come up with.

Ezi didn’t seem convinced. “Dawson has not said a single bad word about you, yet you’re always at his throat,” she said.

Harry ran his hand over his face in frustration. “It’s always Dawson this, Dawson that,” he huffed. “You act like you know him.”

“I know him better than you do. You don’t even make an effort to get to know him.”

“I’ve heard enough about him from other people. I’m good.”

He was about to drop the conversation here, but Ezi was as stubborn as she was. She knew she was winning, so she’d rather die before she stopped. Slowly, she got up and walked up to him. “Oh, so your ego’s hurt?” she asked, face so close he could feel her breath against his cheek. “Is that what you’re saying?”

He glared at her, cleared his throat and stood up straight. “I’m done with you.”

“No, I’m done with you!”

“I was done with you first!”

“I was done with you when you started ignoring me when we got back from the manor!”

That one caught Harry by surprise. He blinked. “What? I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“Yes, you were,” Ezi said bitterly, her voice lowered.

Harry shook his head. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy stroking your tail more like.”

“Hey, that was so uncalled for!”

“Whatever,” she let out a mocking laugh. “I don’t know what the kiss did to you, but rest assured that it won’t ever happen again. You can now stop avoiding me like an angry child. We don’t even need to speak of it.”

“What if I want it to happen again?”

“What?”

What?

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I’ve been avoiding you because every time I see you, I would think about the kiss, and if we were alone together I would want to do that again?”

What. The. Fuck?

Harry’s limbs went numb as he started replaying those words in his head. Had he really said that out loud?

“What?” Ezi repeated. She was just as shocked as he was. He should shut up and leave before it got worse, but now that he’d said it, he could not stop.

“Yeah, it’s always Dawson this, Dawson that. Dawson’s so nice. Harry doesn’t have feelings.”

“Hey!” Ezi grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back before he walked off. “I never said that.”

“Whatever.” He shrugged her off, not sure if he was mad at her or himself. “Be my guest. Do whatever the fuck you want."

“Are you kidding me?” Ezi chuckled but she didn’t sound happy. “You know what? You're the most hateable person I've ever met!”

“Yeah, because you’re into Dawson, aren’t you?” He mimicked her laughter even though he was well aware of how childish it was. She just stood and stared at him with her mouth open. “It’s such a huge turn off by the way,” he said. “You liking Dawson. Ew. Basic.”

“Okay, fine!” Ezi put her hands in the air and backed away. “Whatever.”

“Fine! Have fun on that stupid date. I hope you’re allergic to the food.”

“I hope your tail falls off the next time you touch it!” she shouted after him as he left, but he didn’t stop.

“Real mature, Ezi,” he muttered to himself as he headed out. “Real mature.”

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.

.

“Hey, excuse me. Have we met before?”

Koa jumped. Her body froze as she was now standing face to face with the tall four-eyed man. It took her a moment to remember where she had seen him. The day in that castle. He was the cousin of Ezili’s human lover boy.

“Oh, hi!” She put on a smile and took his hand to shake it the way she’d seen humans did as they greeted each other. However, she must have done it too aggressively, because the man looked a bit frightened.

He tried to conceal his fear of her with a broken grin. Pathetic.

“You were the cook at my aunt’s manor, right?” He pinched his forehead and shut his eyes like he was trying to remember. “Dolores!”

“Y-yes,” Koa laughed dryly. “You remember me.”

She hadn’t expected to be recognised in this marketplace. There were so many people around. If he started suspecting her, there was no way she could escape. What if this was a trap? What if the humans had found out that she’d eaten a man and stole his clothes and place to stay? Unconsciously, she reached for the necklace. Her trident. She could use this to kill all these humans and escape if she must.

“I’m Dawson. Annalise’s nephew. We were looking for you that day. You disappeared,” Dawson said, looking rather friendly. But why? She wasn’t his friend. He didn’t know her.

“Sorry,” she said with a light chuckle. “Something urgent happened at home. I talked to Annalise about it afterwards and she completely understood.” That was a lie. She hadn’t been anywhere near that castle ever since that day, but now that she’d run into this man, maybe he could lead her to her sister.

“Where are you headed to?” she asked him with a smile. This human seemed to enjoy smiling, so Koa thought she could make him trust her by acting like him.

“I’m going to this book fair with Ezili.” Koa nodded while trying not to cringe at the stupid grin spreading across the creature’s face when he said her sister’s name. “I don’t know if you remember her, but she was at the brunch, too. She’s dating Annalise's son.”

Koa pretended to be surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. But he’s busy today, so I’m going with her.”

“Great!” Koa clasped both hands together. “I’m also heading to that book fair!”

“No way.”

“Mind if I join? The more the merrier.”

Hesitantly, Dawson adjusted the black frame sitting on his face. “I-I probably should ask Ezili to see if she’s fine with it.”

“Oh, is that her?”

Dawson turned, and his face brightened as he saw Ezili from afar. He lifted his arm to wave at her. She was smiling, too. But the smile dropped as soon as she saw Koa.

Hello, Sister.

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The Quarantine Couch (Harry Blurb)

A/N: First things first, I would like to make a subtle flex and let you know that this is 95% based on the sex I had last night. I literally could not stop thinking about it so I turned it into the filth that is this blurb. 

Word count: 2.1k

What it is: filth, bby. we got oral, we got riding, we got railing. all in a cute lil package. enjoy. 

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p.s: this is not proof read so do not come for my neck

You and Harry were staying with your parents for quarantine. It was definitely not the plan, but you had been visiting them when the state’s stay-at-home order took into effect and despite your protests, Harry thought it would be best to stay and not add to the insane number of people still traveling to get to their families when there was no reason to. You had argued that you two had every reason to get on a plane and go somewhere else; he needed to be with his team to sort everything out, he needed to be in a space where he could make music, and you needed to get away from your family.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your family, because you did, but they could be a lot and your house in your small town was small and quarantine didn’t exactly have an end date. Harry swore to you that it would be fine and he guilted you by bringing up the fact that you two never really spent much time with your family despite the two of you dating for almost two years. The condition of your agreement to stay with your family was that you would leave as soon as the stay-at-home order was lifted.

The first two days went fine, but on the third day you tried to initiate sex with Harry and that’s when you learned how badly quarantine was going to suck. Your parents were letting you sleep together in your childhood room after you argued about it for almost an hour, yelling about how you were two grown, mature adults, so that wasn’t the problem. The problem was, Harry thought having sex down the hall from your parents was a bit disrespectful. You didn’t have a lock on your door and the walls were thin.

You two had been arguing about it since quarantine started and you had become so sexually frustrated that you wanted to punch him in his pretty face. It had been almost eight weeks since you had touched each other and every time you brought it up, he said “Babe, we’ve gone weeks without sex before. We’ll be fine.” You then had to remind him that it was different because the tour meant not seeing each other. Now, you were sleeping in the same bed every night, but couldn’t touch him. It was torture. You knew it was killing him too; every time he looked at you or touched you in any way, he had to readjust himself. You tried to use his obvious need to your advantage several times, accidentally brushing against him when he was obviously already hard, readjusting the position of your ass when he was cuddling you at night, and stripping in front of him every chance you got--but none of it worked. He was too god damned respectful. Usually, you loved that about him, but now, it had become your least favorite trait.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in the living room, slightly wine drunk and on your third movie of the night. Harry’s arm was thrown around you, his fingertips brushing circles at the back of your neck. If it had been any other time, it would’ve been comforting, but in that moment, it only felt like a tease--everything felt like a tease. Any time he touched you lately, you felt yourself become wet and it was awful because your frustration just kept building and building and you knew there would be no relief.

You leaned into his side and his arm dropped to your shoulder. You placed your hand on his thigh, close to the hard on you knew he had and started rubbing. He leaned over and kissed you on the temple. “If you don’t stop doing that, we’re going to have a serious problem on our hands.” He whispered.

“You could be in my hand?”

He chuckled, “Trust me, I wish I was in a lot of places, namely your mouth, but you know that can’t happen, love.”

You heaved a frustrated sigh and turned to face him, “Harry, come on! I can’t do this anymore. It’s two o’clock in the morning. No one is awake. No one would know.”

“But I would know and I still have to be able look your parents in the eye tomorrow and I can’t do that knowing I fucked their daughter a few feet away from their sleeping bodies.” He twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, “It’s just two more weeks babe. May 15th we can leave. We just have to hold out for two more weeks.”

“Fuck two more weeks.” You said before closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him hard. The two of you had made out in your bed since quarantine started, but it was always soft and slow--this was anything but. You bit at his lip and he groaned before pulling away, “Babe, we can’t.”

“Harry, please.” His hand moved to cup your cheek and you climbed on top of him, making sure to grind against him. He let out a moan and grabbed onto your hips.

“(Y/N).” It was a warning.

“Please.” You fought the pressure of his hands and pushed yourself down against him harder, loving the way he felt against you, despite the layers of fabric in between. You gave him a couple of soft pecks, being sure to say “please” in between each one. “Come on, Harry. I’m literally begging.”

“I know.” He sighed, “Baby...I-” You wrapped your arms around his neck before grinding your hips against his again. “Fuck...fine. Okay. But you have to be quiet, okay?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded, biting your lip and trying to hide your smile. He pulled you off him and motioned for you to lay down on your back with your legs over his lap. He trailed his hand up your bare leg before tugging at the hem of your shorts. He pushed the soft material to the side and let out a small moan when he saw you weren’t wearing any underwear. “You did this shit on purpose, didn’t you?”

You laughed, “It was plan B if you didn’t give in the first time.”

He stared at your folds as you spread your legs slightly further apart. He brushed one finger over the length of you, making you shiver. “You’re soaked.” He licked his lips before readjusting his body and laying down so he was eye level with your clit. He continued to brush his fingers over the length of you lightly and you tried to hold back the moans that were trying to slip out. He leaned in and brushed his nose against your mound before dipping his tongue inside of you.

“Fuck…” You moaned, unable to hold back. After weeks of nothing, the sensation was too much. You knew it wouldn’t be long until you came. He shushed you before going to work on your clit, swiping his tongue over it quickly, sucking and biting. You bit on your lip and tried to keep quiet; you were successful until he pushed two fingers inside of you. Your back arched and you gasped, moving your hips against his tongue and fingers.

“Oh, my god...I’m gonna cum.” Your hands moved down to his hair as you pushed him further into you. You could feel the vibration of his moans against you and he began curling his fingers as they moved inside of you.

“Fuck...Fuck, Harry. Oh, my God.” Your body shook as you came undone, pulling on his hair as he continued to lick you, refusing to let up until your legs were shaking, and you were so sensitive it was almost painful. He gave your mound a kiss before climbing up and hovering over you. He brought his fingers up to your lips, signaling that he wanted you to taste them. You opened your mouth and let him push them inside, sliding them against your tongue as you sucked, pulling out a low moan from him. Once you had licked his fingers clean, you pushed him off of you so he was in sitting position. You scooted off the couch and onto the floor, taking your spot on your knees in front of him.

He watched as you pulled down his sweatpants and grabbed at his hard cock. You brushed your fingers along the shaft, and then over the tip, getting your thumb wet with precum. When you ran your tongue lightly along his length, he moaned and grabbed onto your hair when you took the tip into your mouth, giving it a hard suck. You took him into your mouth as his grip on your hair tightened as you bobbed up and down, making sure to hollow your cheeks, and releasing the tip with a loud ‘pop’.

“Holy...fuck.” He groaned. You went to take him again, but he pulled your hair back and stopped you. “No. Get up here. Now.” Happy to be receiving orders, you obliged  and stood up. He grabbed onto your hips and pulled you over to him and then down, so you were back to straddling him. He leaned closer and brushed his tongue over your nipple which was still covered by your t-shirt. He continued to lick it and nibble on it, teasing you until you couldn’t take it anymore. You reached for the hem and pulled it over your head.

“(Y/N),” Harry chastised, “put your fucking shirt on.”

You bit your lip and smiled, “No.”

One of his hands moved from your hip to your throat and you felt the pressure as his fingers closed down around it. “Baby, put it back on.” You knew it was slightly reckless and that if someone had come down the stairs, you would be entirely fucked, but you were so turned on that you didn’t care--and you could tell that he was too. His hips were bucking slightly to reach yours and his pupils were blown with desire.

“No.” You repeated and his grip on your throat tightened. You let yourself relax down onto his hard length and started moving your hips back and forth. “Fuck.” His head fell back as he kept one hand on your throat and the other moved from your hip to your chest, pulling at and squeezing your nipple. He moved towards the other one and nibbled, periodically letting his tongue slide over it.

You reached behind yourself and grabbed his cock. You gave it a few strokes as you moved your pajama shorts to the side and lined it up with your center.

You stopped and hovered over him, waiting for him to look at you. “Please…” he sighed and you let yourself sink down onto him, letting out a loud moan.

His hand moved from your throat to the back of your neck and he pulled you into him so that his shoulder would muffle your moans. You moved your hips against his at a slow pace as he bit into your shoulder and gripped onto your hips so hard that you were sure there would be bruises.

“Faster…” He said as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

“No.” You sighed as you felt your mound brush against his skin.

He didn’t say anything in return. Instead, he gripped onto your body and turned the two of you so you were on your back on the couch. You let out a small squeal of surprise before he slammed his lips down against yours. Making sure not to break the kiss, he moved one of your legs over his shoulder. “When I tell you to go faster, you fucking go faster.” He let out a low groan as he slammed into you. His thrusts were hard and fast and you could feel it every time his tip managed to hit your g-spot. You were gripping onto his t-shirt as his hand moved over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Fuck, (Y/N). I wanna cum.”

You nodded your head and gave him permission, since his hand was still covering your mouth.

He moved his hand and fell into you, burying his face into your neck as his thrusts became sloppy and his moans became louder.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming.” He groaned into your neck as your hands went into his hair. You felt him release inside of you and he slowed down his thrusts, riding out his orgasm.

For a moment, he laid on top of you, still inside of you and brushed his fingers over your sensitive nipples. He placed a few kisses on your neck before moving to your ear.

“Can you put your fucking shirt on now?” He chuckled and you joined in, before placing a tired kiss to his hair.

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[daddy-drarry]

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[harrysmimi]

Still Want You

Synopsis: Harry wants a restart but YN still feels guilty for what happened

More of my work | Based on this ask

I really hope you like this anon. Took me pong enough to write this.

PS. I haven't edited this cuz I am too lazy. I'm sowwyyy :(

Harry was nervous knocking on the door. He tugged on the neckline of his t-shirt as he dripped the small bouquet of red and white roses, a box of chocolate covered almonds and a small pack of cat treats.

He was there to see his favourite girl and his favourite boy ever.

It's been almost a year he has seen YN. He was finally ready to start over and get his life together, since past ten months he's had a great tour, released a new album and was back on a little break.

YN and Harry have been together for well over two years, inseparable and madly in love with one another. Harry loved the fact that she was his little secret that he so selfishly wanted to keep with him. Which unfortunately was one of the reason which drove them apart.

His breath hitched when she opened the door and first thing a white fluffy cat with big green eyes came to greet him. That was Prince, the cat he adopted for her for her birthday, he was (and his) their son. Prince loves Harry deeply to say the least.

"Harry?" Her voice was barely audible but he hear her nerves getting through her just loud enough. She is an anxious person, he knows that.

"YN!" He greeted her with a pleasant yet sad enough smile. She moved aside so he can come in and closed the door when he did.

It was a new place, just three streets away from the place he rented for them to move in together, as a surprise. It was small, just enough for a person and a pet. Everything looked dull and gloomy, there was just a bed with a pillow, and a sofa seperating the room into a living area and a bedroom. It was like her old flat she first moved into, but a little smaller and two rooms less as she shared that one with a roommate, there was a seperate living room at least.

YN got him a glass of water the first thing as he took a seat on the sofa. He could see she had set up her laptop up on the coffee table with a dozen unread emails and half eaten plate of Rice and Daal with a side of raw mango pickle. She sat on the other side of the sofa waiting patiently for him to start the conversation.

"I wanted to see you." He started to which she just smiled. "YN look I am sorry for what happened, but let's start all over again please!"

"I should be the one apologising." She looked at him with the same guilt he saw all those months ago.

It was months ago YN and Harry were starting have little arguments here and there. It was unusual for him. Yes, YN would have her bursts of frustration and anger here and there but Harry always made sure to be the mature one understanding the circumstances of situation. He'd be the one sitting her down and making her talk her mind and heart and share the same when she'd unknowingly hurt his feelings. He's always been patiently wonderful with that.

But they were both particularly bitter about the situations which were coming up one by one. It started with when YN wanted to bring home with her for her Diwali break. Even though her and her family did not celebrate it, they were willing to meet up with him and spend the holidays, even one of her cousin was getting married right after Diwali. It was a huge thing for YN, he knew that. But he had chosen to back down.

A festival and a wedding means there would be people, and where there are people, means there would be countless pictures and with his lifestyle, he prefers to keep his private life private. It means he wouldn't have been able to keep his dreamy little secret, a secret. He wanted to meet her family but in private. While her intentions were never vile, he knew the internet would ruin her mental peace.

But soon after they had to stop going out together on dates, to eat out. She had to stop being seen with him. Which made YN feel hurt.

She wanted to everything with Harry. Yeah, she was willing to endure everything given what came to be with him, hell she was even sceptical for weeks after he asked her out for the first time for the same thing! But once she was all in, she was willing to risk it all. She even put on an armer and spoke to her very strict brown parents about him.

YN was angry at him for months.

All she wanted was share what they had with not having to constantly look over their shoulders. And him protecting her got no where, still to this date she recieves nasty comments online. Even her LinkedIn profile is not safe for her to log into gor work.

Though she feels guilty for what she did. Despite her annoyance and frustration what she did was not right in any sense.

She was out with her colleagues and had kissed her colleague Harry hated the most, to which she came clean after whole three weeks. Just when Harry had cooked her an amazing meal and bought her favourite flowers to apologise for being so overly protective and to ask her to move in with him. She wasn't drunk that day, she has never touched alcohol in her life.

Just as YN was about to say something, her work phone started ringing. He somehow forgot she works from home most of the time and it wasn't a weekend. She excused herself to answer the ohone to ask to person to postpone whatever she had to do.

"I'm sorry about that," she placed the phone face down on the coffee table to look at him. YN still hasn't been able to forgive herself for what she did. She should have been mature and talk to him.

Since their time apart her life had a big down fall, and it's falling down in the blackhole some hell universe. She had switched her job, her family back home was going through hell and she couldn't go back because who would help her family if she went back home. Her grand dad had passed and their family business was crashing each passing day. Her dad and his brother could do so much with handling biggest loss of their life. She was going through a lot in that moment. But that does not justify her actions what so ever!

Harry told her, he needed some time. And by some she never thought it was be more then ten months and few rebounds later. They never officially broke up or even had that conversation. She deserved to see all that, she made herself believe that. She was more upset with herself than she was to be with him when they never actually called off anything. That was that.

"Have taken me long enough to come in and say that I accept your apologies." He spoke as he carefully tried to move closer to her. He doesn't want her to move away. "I was equally responsible for hurting you after the same."

Harry could see her relax a bit but stiffen up again, so he carefully moved closer to her. "Look we can at least be good friends." He softly spoke as he took her hand, still remembering the feeling like it was yesterday. Her hands still held that warmth he never forgot and they still felt tiny against his own.

YN let out a shaky breath. She have been trying. Trying so hard to get over little heartbreak, it was more harder than when she had her heart broken for the first time. She thought about being friends with him and actually trying to reconcile just so she can have a great person like him in her life again.

Alas she is a jealous person, and she can see him with anyone else. She don't want to be that toxic friend to anyone, so she had made up her mind that if Harry didn't wanted to be back with her she'd never ask to be at least his friend. She looked up at him through her lashes as tears filled her eyes.

"I can't." She admitted.

"Hey, come here!" He whispered as he wrapped his arm around her.

YN never thought she'd be so vulnerable after seeing him again. She had been preparing herself to be strong and act like she has grown much mature and not breakdown, but she did. "I am so sorry!" She started chanting in muffled voice, guilt of hurting him stil felt so saw like it happened just a minute ago.

"Hey, hey, you're fine, you're fine." He gently smoothed her hair as he rubbed her back.

"I still, I still can't get that out of my head!" She muffled again his shirt.

"It's gonna take time." He admitted, "but if you give us a chance, we can make it work. I promise will try my best love. It's been so hard to breathe without you."

"I cheated on you. I don't deserve you, you deserve someone so much better than me." She broke from the hug, a little frustrated maybe. At herself to be exact.

"So did I." He admitted too. Maybe it's not right to get together back again but he have seen being get through so much worse together. Maybe, just maybe they can work it out. Yes, they can work it out. "Told you need a break and did the same. Maybe this is wrong, to get back together. But maybe we could make it the best thing ever. I promise I won't try so hard to protect you from every little thing which comes with my profession."

"I still haven't forgiven myself, Harry," corners of her mouth quivered, "I haven't."

"You want some time, take as much time as you need. Still want you, my love. That's all."

She just nodded and they sat in silence for what felt like ages until YN broke the silence with her sniffles, she wiped her tears and looked at him. "You want some daal chawal?" She knows how much he loves that.

He let out a soft shy chuckle, "you know I am not going to say no."

"I'll get you a plate." He nodded and walked to the kitchen.

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It was four months later. YN and Harry started to talk more recently and back together officially, giving one another time they need.

It wasn't until just just on Sunday YN agreed to go on a date with him for next weekend, her day off. He was going to take her see Niall at the Wembley. It was Monday and Harry couldn't wait already.

Waiting for Saturday and going to studio like a torture to him for the first time. He haven't got to see YN much since he visited her, she had been busy with her work. Apparently she was getting a promotion, she'd be the youngest senior manager at her firm and the pressure was too much so he did not wanted to be in her way. But they spoke, stayed on phone calls on her lunch break and texted throughout the day as both of them got free time. Late replies did mot seemed so bad after all now.

It was finally Saturday and Harry was there to pick up YN at her flat. He was all stocked up on the water bottles as it was hot, he knew she wanted to stand in the merch line and buy almost every single thing even though she can get everything delivered to her doorstep on her one command. She is a true Niall fan. He still remembers the first time she got to meet Niall, she was freaking out and now they've become best of friends.

"Hello my love." He greeted her as she opened the door.

"I am so sorry, I forgot to send this important file that why I am late." She anxious ran to her bathroom to where he followed her.

"It's alright love, the show doesn't start for next six hours." He assured her. "And knowing Niall, it won't start for next ten, so don't worry about it." She laughed at that comment.

She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a large white shirt keeping it simple and cute, should he add. She had her hair in a braid and put on a pair of silver hoops. And they were ready to go. "Oh we're matching!"

"Oh yeah!" He realised.

She rolled her eyes, "when are you going to stop copying me." He just chuckled and walked a step forward to place a soft peck on the back of her head.

"Never." He mumbled taking in the smell of her shampoo."You look very pretty, love when you wear Kajal."

"I am going to look like a panda real quick." She grabbed her glasses off the counter and put them on.

"A gorgeous panda, might I add." He added and recieved a elbow to his rib before they both fell in fit of laugh. She grabbed her sling bag on the way out. But Harry stopped her at the exit of her building.

"Before we walk out, I have to tell you something." He let out a anxious breath. "We are taking Sam with us, just to be safe, okay? Don't want anyone of us getting hurt unknowingly."

"Okay." She nodded. Well that's understandable, if not for her, for him at least. No one knows her there but every fucking one knows him there. Once they walked out of the building, he found he even got a chauffeur for the day.

"Oh yeah, one more thing." He reached the back pocket his jeans and pulled out a tennis bracelet.

It was the Tiffany bracelet he got her one random day just because, and she wore it every single day no matter if it went with her outfit or not since then. He recieved that back when she returned all his stuff back to him with all of his hoodies and the tad bits of gift he gave her.

"You still kept it?" She looked rather surprised.

"Of course I kept it, know how much you cherish this." He gently grabbed her hand and placed the bracelet around her wrist, he tried to approach her with a kiss but she cuddle close to him swiftly dodging the moment. He just needs to give her some time so he settled with placing a gentle peck on her head.

They reached the venue in half an hour, stood in the line to buy the merch and just making it in time for lunch with Niall. YN did not expect Harry to get VIP passes, even though the performer is literally his best friend. She still did not expected to go to a concert with VIP passes. Yes she saw Harry perform multiple times but it was with his family in the privacy box standing by the side of the stage. This was whole knew experience for her. They were going to the VIP tent there with Niall's mum and girlfriend.

"Be careful here." Harry grabbed her hand as he guided her through the metal walkway around the stage to the pit area where the tent was. He knows these things are nasty slippery even through they have little bumps on them which are supposed to be slip resistant.

The whole evening Harry wasn't afraid of how people would treat the girl he loves so much. He wasn't afraid of hold her thinking about all the nasty things people might say. He sang and danced all evening along with her with his best friend performing there. It was when Niall was playing This Town with his guitar trapped on, at the end of the cat walk.

Harry's got his arms around the girl he adore so much to sing along, just so she can hear him. "If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you, over and over the only truth, everything come back to you." That made her turn her head around to look at him, he couldn't hold back the bright smile as he placed a kiss on the apple of her cheek, "you still make me nervous when you walk in the room, them butterflies they come alive when I'm next to you, over and over the only truth everything comes back to you, hmmm!" YN leaned into him there. She could start crying.

"You wanna take a picture?" He suggested as the song ended.

"Oh yes!" YN pulled out her phone from her bag and the posed for a few selfies and Harry clicked a few pictures of her while Niall was in between set change.

After the show, Harry her took her to her favourite place for dinner. And that was about the night before he drive her back to her place with all the merch she bought.

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It was a few more months later.

YN mostly worked from home, she only ever had to go to work if there was a meeting or briefing to be done. It was one of those days for her, but more important somehow. Her day at work ended at three in the afternoon as she was early reporting to work. She had taken in a cab there as her car at the service centre. So Harry decided to go pick her up.

Harry waited for her outside her work building as he couldn't go in because the security won't let him in without an ID. He don't have that obviously, because he is not an employee there and he knew YN was done anyway so he didn't mind waiting for her by his car. He was dressed all comfy in a pair of sweats and puffer with a beanie on his head. It was November already and getting colder already.

YN did not liked Mondays, that's what he knew really. But this particular Monday she was very giddy and got up at six in the morning and reported to work at eight sharp. He wasn't sure what was so special about today but she seemed very ecstatic about it.

"Harry!" He hear his name as she ran out of the door, dressed in a baby pink suit and her black coat on top of it with her laptop bag slung around her right shoulder. The first thing she did was jump in his arms to place a firm kiss on his mouth. Taking Harry by utter shock. It was the first time they kissed, he did not mind it, he rather loved it actually. "I. Got. The promotion!" She squealed stomping like a little toddler. He could see little tears of joy in corner of her eyes.

"Oh my goodness!" He was surprised to hear that too, she has been after this promotion for so long, "I am so proud of you baby!" He pulled her in a warm hug. He had seen her obsess about this project wanting it to be perfect for one of the biggest clients in her firm, followed by which she would happen her promotion.

"You are?" She cooed, sounding like she'd cry.

"Yes baby, I am!" He exclaimed as he squeezed her tighter, "so, so, so proud of you my love!" He carefully pulled apart enough to look at her. "You deserved it." He placed a kiss on her forehead. She just buried her face in his chest.

"I need to call Mumma." She chuckled as she pulled away to wipe her tears.

"Yeah?" He smiled, "give me this, call you mum." He grabbed her laptop bag and proceeded to place it on the back seat as she made her way to the passenger seat calling her mother already.

They had the day planned out already, they were going to go to his place. The new place he got just a month ago in a more gated area with more security for her personal safety.

"You kissed me." Harry said as he closed his front door, she had already taken off her coat. His puffer was already off in the car itself.

"Yes..." YN nodded anxiously, "I am sorry if you didn't wanted me to."

"Are you kidding me? I've been dying to kiss you my love!" He took a big step towards her as he grabbed her by her waist to place a gentle kiss on her mouth. "Oh I've missed this!" He place another feathery kiss on corner of her mouth, he could feel her melt in his arms there as her knees almost gave in. With his arm on her back and behind her knees he picked her up as he spun her around.

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It was another day of celebration for YN as she was able get another big project in to the firm just a year after her promotion, her superior arranged a little dinner party for her. It was a very formal event, with the CEO and all the vice presidents present there. Of course she took Harry with him.

Harry had drove YN back to her place his place as they planned last minute on spending the weekend in at his. They both changed into some comfy clothes.  Luckily Harry kept all of her clothes as they were.

They both got comfy on the sofa. "Need some water." Harry got up from his place and walked in the kitchen. The kitchen at his new was surprised put of sight from living room and it was weirdly quite at his, except Prince snoring next to her. Harry was watching him for the day while YN was at work. He had a blast the three hours Harry was at the dinner with her, running around the house that he passed out on the sofa there.

Harry came back, acting a bit fiddly. He watched as YN flipped through Netflix. He knew he have to do this. He wants to do this.

He placed a kiss on her mouth before he got on both his knees with her hands in his, their laced finger layed on her lap. He had to resist himself from giving her get another kiss or he would forget to say what he is going to say.

"What happened?" She asked looking at him confused.

"I've got say something." He started with a bright smile and flushed cheeks. "Rather I've got something to ask you."

"If you're asking me to move in, then not until—"

"We get married, I know." He interrupted her, "I actually wanted to ask you, will you marry me? You don't have to answer now, take as much time as possible. As long as it takes, I still want you." He could feel his heart thumping in his ears.

"You are serious with this?" She asked in a low voice, not believing what is happening, as her eyes welled up with tears. "You want to get married?"

"Yes, I am damn serious about this." He announced. "I want to get married."

"Yes, I will marry you Harry!" She exclaimed as pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly there were claps heard from the kitchen as her family and Harry's family walked out. "What the—" she hid her face in Harry's shirt as she knew her kajal was all messed up already, Gemma was recording this. Harry laughed as he looked at her face and helped her fix her face, wiping her tears with the sleeve of white shirt he wore.

"It's okay, your cute panda face is just for me to see." He whispered to her making her chuckle.

"It's official now!" YN's mum announced. It was just their immediate family. Harry's parents and his sister, her parents and her brothers. And they knew there was going to be a proper engagement ceremony done, not today but someday.

Harry wanted to give YN a heads up, given the fact how their relationship took a turn and how hard it was mend things and beat the odds. He didn't expected her to say yes then and there but he was prepared with a ring. Anne handed him the ring he had custom made just for his girl.

"Want to make it official, official." He opened the box to reveals a beautiful ring, which he took time in sliding onto her finger.

"Even we have a surprise for you." YN's brother announced as he handed his sister a box too. It was a platinum band in there. Just a cultural thing where it is permissible for men to wear gold or jewels, Harry respects that. He knows they are going to have a proper engagement ceremony planned out in future all abiding by her cultural rituals. This was just for family and their eyes only.

She slid the ring on his finger too. And they were officially, officially engaged now.

This wasn't something Harry imagined would ever happen.

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N O T E :

Well... Had this in my inbox for a while while now. I am so so so sorry this took forever to post! 🤧 Hope you liked it. Ik I'm a bit rusty that I haven't wrote anything since like January.

I love you xx

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