#prince hair Harry smut

[eveningepiphany]

go with it | H.S oneshot

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summary: your ex boyfriend— someone you never want to talk to again— is searching for you at a party. trying to do anything to deter him or get away, you spot harry, and a plan comes to fruition.

warnings: cheating ex, surprise kiss, sexual tension, partial mentions of sexual stuff, love/hate relationship, protective! h, fluff, cuddling and lots of kissing

a/n: I’m sorry but this gif actually has me in a chokehold. his jawline, his chewing, his FROWN. literally melting 🫠

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There was never a day you thought you’d be b-lining to Harry of all people.

Especially not with the intention of once getting there, that you would be slamming your lips against his.

However, you already know you’d rather face a pit of blood-thirsty snakes then be forced into a conversation with your asshole of an ex boyfriend.

Who you know is currently seeking you out, because when you’d caught glimpse of him scouring the groups of people inside the kitchen, after coming back from the bathroom— your stomach dropped, and someone tapped your shoulder.

“He’s your ex, right?” The girl had said this with a light scrunch of her nose as she looked over to him. Her face riddled with a sense of disgust you couldn’t relate to more If you tried.

You had nodded, to which she replied, “Well, he’s asking everyone if you’re here and where you are. Going by his personality I’m assuming you’re gonna want to avoid that.”

You’d never wanted to hug someone more then her in that moment.

At the information she’d so kindly shared with you, your first priority was getting out of the house.

The front door wasn’t an option since he is near the only hallway that leads it it. So out through the back patio, where a smaller group of people were mingling by the fire, was easily your best option.

You knew this was where he’d be likely looking next, so you ran out the door. Unsure if you are about to just find a way to jump the fence and make your escape or…

Either way, you knew if he managed to talk to you, you’d be getting an unwanted earful of advances.

He’d beg with his nasally voice for you to give him a chance, and then go on about the same bitter ending you’d both faced. To his own fault, of course.

He was talking to multiple other girls over the damn state while you were together. And once you found out, it confirmed your outlook on his person.

He of course was charming and nice at first. But it was almost in a sleazy way when you think back to it. He’d yelled at you when you bought up his adulterous habits, and you never looked back after that.

Once you were outside, you were considering your options, but you spotted a person on the other side of the decking.

The second your eyes locked on Harry, it was a done deal.

If you were to seem like you were in another relationship, he would be much more likely to back off. Much more likely to never contact or try to find you again.

He was petrified of other men. Always felt so inferior around them. So this would be perfect, if you could just make it work.

All your past with him fell from the forefront of your mind as you practically ran in his direction. Maybe you had argued countless times over college projects and he could be a bit of an ass, but you still knew you could trust him.

He was leaned against the wooden beam of the patio, skin casted with a warm glow from the fire a few feet away, down on the grass.

He had a signature frown. One that creased between his brows and pouted his pink lips. Creating his almost intimidating persona. Protective in a perfect way.

“Harry.” You state frantically, moving at a pace you’re not used to, shoes hitting the wooden decking hastily.

His scowl deepened as he heard his name, being pulled from his intense train of thought.

“What—” He looks honestly pissed off, but when his gaze snaps to you, it softens a tiny bit. Still annoyed, but just a sliver less.

Also confused at your frantic and rapidly approaching frame, which is now suddenly breaching the usual metre-wide distance you both would maintain on any other day.

“Y/N? What are you—“

You plant your hands on the side of his face, and the look of surprise in his eyes is evident.

His cheeks are warm and smooth under your palms, “I need you to just go with this okay? Can you do that for me?”

He is struggling to make sense of the situation, let alone get a sentence out without being interrupted.

“What do you—“

“I— I’ll explain later just—“ you take a final glance over your shoulder, and see your ex inside still, but seemingly headed for the sliding door to come outside.

This drives the final surge of adrenaline you need to tug his face to yours, melding your lips together. His are puckered in tense shock, and a noise of surprise sounds from the back of his throat.

His hands jump to your hips, gripping them like he’s not sure whether to pull you closer, or push you away.

Your mouth moves against his, and he reciprocates with a sense of hesitation.

His own brain is in absolute overdrive. The interaction far to short to go from being people who merely tolerate one another to people who are currently kissing.

And somewhere inside of him he acknowledges the feeling of how warm your lips are pressed to his.

He senses your urgency now though, hands tensing around his jaw at the sound of the access door getting slid open.

Parting his lips, he impulsively drags his tongue over your bottom lip. You sigh a sound of almost gratefulness at his action.

Harry turns his body swiftly, pressing your back into the railing, his lips moving harder against yours.

“Y/N! Are you bloody out here?” A grating voice sounds, and he quickly picks up the pieces of the story he was missing.

The voice also pulls him out of the half trance he’d gotten himself in. Your mouth so warm, he genuinely forgot his own name for a second.

One of your hands slide down to the neck of his black shirt, securing it in an anxious grip.

The pace quickly picks up, him plastering himself to you as close as physically possible. Clashing mouths as he shadows your body with his.

“Oi, mate!” He ignores the yell, and is met with the footsteps of this guy coming closer.

“Have you seen—“

Harry pulls from your mouth, turning his head to look at the dickhead who you’re clearly attempting to get away from. And who just hypothetically interrupted someone’s makeout session— which is just fucking rude anyway.

“Do I look like I have?” Harry scowls, an angry tone over his voice.

The guy frowns, an ugly look casting upon his features, he steps closer, “No need to be a fucking di—“

He moved just close enough to see you, frowning, making sense that you were just essentially making out with someone, “Y/N I—“

“Can you fuck off? We’re in the middle of something here, that you’ve just so kindly interrupted. Read the room you twat.” His sentences come out harsh, and it’s clear he means it.

Your ex tries his luck a final time, “look I just want to talk with—“

And Harry interjects it again, “She’s not interested.”

You stay quiet, and at this he gets a disgusted look. It appalls you that he thinks you owe him anything.

There’s a stare down between the two men. But you can see in his face he’s intimidated. Also humiliated, that you’ve seemingly moved on with someone else, and that he’s clearly got no shot at winning you back.

“Fucking ass.” He hisses, and turns around, storming down the patio and back inside.

Harry turns back to you, shielding your frame with his. A sigh of relief passes through you.

You look a little shaken up, and he loosens the grip he has on you slightly. Both your lips still puffed and shining from the exchange you unexpectedly shared.

“Thank you…” you pant out, not sure if you’re out of breath from the situation or because of Harry.

The reality of what just happened comes pelting down on you both.

And it’s quiet a moment as you both clock over in your brains that you just practically made out. It takes a second for him to break the silence,

“So, stalker? Ex? Random guy who can’t take no for an answer?” He quizzes.

Feeling embarrassed, you purse your lips— but are able to to taste the remnants of his own mouth on yours. “Ex.”

“Ex?”

You nod.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t you think I could land anyone?” You scoff, trying desperately to bring back the usual snarky vibe between the two of you.

“No, not at all. Just that he was clearly batting above his level. He was a proper dickhead, and that’s rich when it’s compared to you.” You thank god he plays back into your banter.

But he pries further, “What exactly did he do to you?”

“Long story.” You attempt to brush it off, but he has none of it.

“Love, y’just came over here and slammed your bloody mouth over mine, and now you’re not going to tell me why?”

“But—“

“No,” he interrupts, still very close to you as he shakes his head, “No buts. Y’said you’d explain after.”

A sigh rattles out of you, feeling a little pathetic you’re telling Harry you got cheated on.

“He cheated on me. Like with multiple girls.”

To this, his face immediately drops.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

He fights the overwhelming urge to go hunt him down and lay a hand into the side of his fucking face. An absolute scumbag.

“What a pathetic excuse for a man.” He scoffs, “Lucky to have even got a pretty girl like you, and he blew it.”

You flush, another brief wave of quiet falling over the two of you. His compliments throwing you.

You quietly speak again, “I’m sorry about the… kiss. Didn’t really get as much consent as I’d have liked.”

You did feel guilty, you don’t usually go forcing your mouth onto unsuspecting men.

“No, it’s okay. You did it for a reason.” He shakes his head at your apology, and in all honesty, he enjoyed it.

Somehow it meant more than many of his others have. And he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“I… I carpooled here so, I think I’m gonna call an Uber and go home ‘cause…”

You had no interest in sticking around, incase your ex comes back— and you don’t want to spend the rest of your night glued to Harry’s side, because you doubt he’d want that.

“You’re not catching an Uber home.” He scoffs aloud, fishing his keys from his back pocket, “I’ve only had one drink, I’ll be fine to drive, so I’ll take you.”

“Harry, no. You’ve already done plenty for me tonight, I’ll be fine—“

He grabs at your hand, lacing them together and beginning to walk you down the patio.

“I’m driving you home.” He states, leading the you inside.

He clutched your hand tight, eyes forward and uncaring of the heads that had turned your way.

You on the other hand had burned up at the curious— and quickly jealous— eyes.

Harry was by no means a whore. There were plenty of rumours of him sleeping with certain girls. Mostly outlandish stories that eventually fizzled out to nothing.

He’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but it’d been a while since. And he’s maybe had one actual fling over the last couple months.

It just seemed he was harder to get. And many women tried their luck around the school. Yet to no avail.

You cast your sight down, walking behind him out the front door. Relishing in the quiet surroundings of the front lawn, free of prying glares.

He unlocked his car that was parked on the side of the road, and he opens the side door for you to get in. Chivalry mustn’t be dead.

Once you’re both in the car, you fight the urge to say again that he really doesn’t have to take you, because it’s clear there is no other option on his end.

So instead, you let out a tiny thank you, and he nods while starting the car.

However, your self restraint only branches so far— matter-of-fact, you weren’t even out of the street— before you blurt out, “Everyone was staring.”

He veers his gaze momentarily to you, then flicking it back to the road. Silence stretches a moment, and he recalls the heat of your lips pressed to yours with no real prompt.

And when he thinks of it, the image doesn’t leave his head. It unwillingly transpires, into something that bubbles into the pit of his stomach.

He had to blink it away, grounding himself when he hears your nervous swallow.

“I— what?” He’s confused at what you mean, while you kissed? When you walked out?

“When we walked out.” You reply, and he makes sense of what you’re talking about.

“People will always stare. They’re nosey.”

“I know.”

There’s another breath of silence, until he laughs, so suddenly that it almost makes you jump.

“Where am I going?” He asks, still chuckling as he realises he’s literally just driving aimlessly.

“Oh.” You sputter out a laugh as well, rattling off the side of town he needs to start driving to.

You wish you had more to say to him. That’s conversation usually flowed easily— filled with the sarcastic retorts it usually is. But now all that sat between you was a thick, hot slab of tension.

It wasn’t bad— not by any means— but it was easy to tell both of you were stuck in your own head. And you fear you’ve fashioned a permanent problem between the two of you.

Your voice only cut through the quiet once you were a few blocks away from your house.

He hummed acknowledgements to your each set of directions, and before you knew it, you were pointing out your house to him.

As his car pulled to a stop in the driveway, he didn’t hesitate to turn off the engine and get out.

Confused, you follow suit anyway, but wondered if he was about to walk you to your door.

And you weren’t wrong. Somehow, the guy who seems hardly like a gentleman, is waiting to walk the maybe 15 steps with you from his car to your front door.

You get your keys from your small bag, looking at him with an undeniably curious gaze as you meet his side.

He follows in sync by your side, hands in pockets. All the way up the patio steps, and he falls to a stop when you do, still next to you.

“Thank you for driving me home…” you smile, and can feel an unwilling red colouring spread over your cheeks.

“Was nothin’. Glad you’re home safe.”

“Were you seriously worried about me?” You frown, yet it’s undeniably endearing his concern for you.

A tiny scoff sounds from him, “Obviously?”

“That fuckin’ twat of an ex you have hardly seems like a good person. And who’s t’say he wouldn’t follow you home from that party and…” he stares off in thought, jaw clenching.

“Harry.” You state, stepping forward, wrapping a single hand around his wrist.

“Thank you.”

His distant gaze was snapped away at your touch. He’s never really considered himself an overly violent person, but your ex was easily about to change that.

And he hardly can pinpoint why. Or not yet.

The only thing he knows he wants to do again in sudden clarity, is kiss you. It almost shocks him, because he hasn’t felt an urge as strong as this in forever.

“Can— I need you to just go with this.” He mutters, being the one now very suddenly invading the gap between you both.

He’s mimicking what you said when you kissed him, yet you don’t realise “I’ll explain later.”

His hand cups the side of your jaw, and he leans to brush his lips against yours, a breath of relief fanning out his nose after finally feeling the contact.

You’re stood on your porch, and Harry is kissing you.

And somehow you’re all the sudden kissing him back.

Not because there’s someone you’re running from. Not because you have to. Because you want to.

He pulls you closer to him, allowing his teeth to graze your lower lip. Causing your hands to card through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You both play a back and forth game. Full of lips against tongue and tongue against teeth.

Until you’re both panting and running out of new places to map out with your hands.

“Care to explain?” You retort gently, stricken of breath.

He hums in the back of his throat, barley a rumble as he trails his mouth along your jaw, and down to the base of your neck.

“Is this enough of an answer?” He asks, sucking the skin between your two collarbones between his teeth.

Your knees almost give out at the sensation, and even the pressure behind his harsh mouth.

A near whimper comes from you, and he licks over the slightly bruised spot before he pulls back.

He cocks an eyebrow, expectant of your answer, despite having such a skilled mouth you’re pretty sure you forgot your own name for a second there.

“I— yes. That was… plenty.” You nod.

“Did it because I wanted to, and y’have an incredibly hot little mouth.” He provides anyway, a laugh coming from him as he pecks your cheek. All gentle, all loving.

You’re lacking for words completely, and can only lean your head against his broad chest. Unsure what exactly you’ve sparked between the two of you this evening, but simultaneously not caring of the future right now.

“I’m also probably not going to be able to stop thinking about it…” he whispers.

“Stay.” You blurt out, and then clarify a few seconds later, “The night.”

He chuckles at this, “Are you trying to get in bed with me now? Moving very quickly, sweetheart.”

You flush, “Not everything is about sex, you fucking addict.”

“So you were inviting me to stay the night so we could cuddle?”

“I was.” You affirm, despite not being opposed to his idea either.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your front door. Unlocking it and making quick work of sneaking him inside without the one of your three lovely housemates hearing.

All the others were luckily out at varying parties, and the only girl still home— Grace— sleeps like a log.

“You seem like a bit of a professional at sneaking people in.” He smirks, kicking his shoes off and leaving them in the corner of your room.

With only the lamp turned on, he’s lit with a warm glow, and he looks beautiful.

“Comes naturally when you live with housemates that are like your best friends. They wanna know everything.” You go to your cupboard, pulling out a jumper to change into.

He watches as you pull it over your head, yet managing to unclip your top and bra off underneath it.

“Impressive.” He nods at your easy change.

“I’m taking my pants off.” You state, “and not in a sexual way, perv.”

He lets out a defensive laugh, “I’m not a perv! You’re the one stripping off.”

You unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs to change over to sweatpants. His gaze strays around your room and you smile at his respectfulness.

Once you’re changed, you sit on the edge of your bed.

You lock eyes, and he gives a sly smile, not waiting to tug his shirt over his head and unbutton his own jeans.

You cover your eyes, sarcastically scoffing, “yea well, I didn’t plan on getting fully naked, but you go right ahead.”

“No different if we went swimming, darling. Still have my underwear on.”

You don’t get to reply as his hands tap your knee, “Budge up.”

You uncover your eyes, being met with his toned chest and calvin klein briefs.

Obliging silently, as he gets under the covers with you. The two of you rearrange until you’re comfortable.

Your head perched on his side as you cuddle into him, arm over his abdomen. His own arm curled underneath you.

“This is… an awfully weird situation we’ve ended up in.” You laugh. Because you’re cuddling in your bed right now, and if you told yourself even yesterday that would be happening, there no way in hell you would have taken it seriously.

“Guess it is.” He shrugs, turned his head to look down at yours.

“Still hate your guts.” You whisper.

“Mm, i don’t think I ever even hated you.” He muses.

You laugh, “Is that so?”

“Seriously,” he nods, “you’re too pretty. And even though you’re annoying, and can’t admit when you get a project question wrong, i think I have a little bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Gross.” You say, but he can hear in your tone— and the way it nearly shakes— that you actually are a little worked up over his minor confession.

“Cmon, you can’t even admit you like me a tiny bit?”

You shake your head, blushing profusely as you try to hide it.

He tugs you further up, so he can look at you properly, “You’re blushing though. Like you always seem to do when I get a bit sappy. Which is my most recent observation of you.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he presses another kiss to your lips again. And you smile into it unwillingly.

He pulls away mid-kiss, letting you whine a little at the abrupt ending to it.

“Admit it, and we can keep kissing.” He says, and it draws an eye-roll from you.

But he somehow knows it will work, because you quickly crack under his ultimatum, “Fine! Yes. I like you— just a little bit.”

To your response he laughs, murmuring against your lips, “I’ll take it, I suppose.”

He presses another kiss against you, and you press back again.

It becomes another makeout session, but despite being the third one of the night, it’s the first time hands can skate against mostly bare skin.

Which his own palms find their way under your jumper, and one cups gently at your breast, flicking over your nipple while his tongue dips into your mouth.

That’s as far as it goes for tonight though.

He kneads the flesh there softly, until you’re panting into his mouth with a heat budding between your legs.

Somehow there’s an unspoken not tonight agreement.

And you know that despite how needy you feel for him, it’s definitely for the best. And you’re still shocked you made it this far with him.

You roll into him further, chest rising and falling quickly as you sigh out to him, “I lied.”

“When?” He sounds completely unconcerned, despite your risky sentence starter.

“Before, when I said I only liked you a little bit.”

He chuckles at your response, “How was that a lie, hm?”

“I like you more than a little bit.”

“You’re sweet, darling.” He strokes his thumb against your ribcage, “so do I.”

To this you smiled. Eyes growing heavy at his rhythmic touches and soothing voice.

And his gentle words are the last that you hear before you fall asleep against his chest.

Both filled with a warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

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[hsdiaries]

glitter on the floor;

6.5K words

best friend!harry x best friend fmc, phh, running out of time, love confession, little itty bitty dom, little itty bitty sub, oral fmc recieving, p in v, praising, teasing.

"Can you believe after today, there is just five months until graduation, Goldie? Five months left before we never have to fight for parking in Jefferson or cross our fingers we didn't get Ferguson as our thesis mentor?" Harry chuckled over the phone, a smile instantly playing on my pink lips. That's what it did. His laugh. Turned on all the stars with his crescent moon smile.

"You mean five months until you leave me to fend for myself? Glad you're so enthusiastic about it, H." I pout, finishing up the charcuterie spread I had been working on for the past couple hours.

"D, you know I'm dreading that above anything else. Who else is going to judge people with me over an afternoon coffee? No one understands afternoon coffees like you."

I pushed off the kitchen counter, turning to walk over to the dining room table, sitting down, "I guess."

Everyday that felt like a personal countdown to adventure for Harry felt like a countdown to loneliness for me. It wasn't that I didn't have friends, I had plenty; taking in the giant city rental we would be using to countdown the new year only proved it. Still, they weren't Harry. They weren't my best friend. They weren't my everyday life line.

They weren't the man I had been deeply, painfully in love with for four years now.

"Look, tonight, we will get beyond drunk. We will eat our grapes under the table, we will jump in the giant indoor pool at midnight and wash away the stress of senior year. I need you to forget that I'm going anywhere come the new year. Let's just have the best time, okay?" He said over the phone, I inhaled, holding my breath, slowly letting out as Leigh and Olive walked in the door, waving around bags of alcohol.

"Okay, I gotta go, thing one and thing two just got here, gotta finish setting up." I said and he laughed.

"Five bucks on Leigh knocking out before midnight." He said at the same time I whispered it to him, each of us cracking up.

"Is that dimples? Tell him to leave you alone, it's girl time before he gets here and you ignore us the rest of the night." Olive said, my eyes rolling.

"Bye Harry, the girls are testy." I giggled a bit before he said bye again, and we hung up. I looked down at my phone, biting my lip as Leigh walked over, placing bottles of vodka on the table.

"Tell him." She said, her weight falling to her left hip. I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced up at her, my eyes drifting to Olive then back to Leigh.

"Tell him what exactly?" I said, my chest tight as I filled with confusion.

"That you're in love with him and always have been and you want seven kids with him and a big house wi—..."

"—Woah! I do not love him!" I cut off Olive who slammed the fridge door shut, giving me a face of unamusement.

"Goldie, baby....everyone knows. I mean everyone. Even the north wing cleaning lady our freshman year knew," Olive said, walking over, standing behind me and wrapping her arms around my neck, "He's leaving, D. For three years...as of now. What if he stays? What if he me—.."

"— stop, stop I get it. Okay. I get it. You think I don't think about it? But what if I tell him and he doesn't feel the same. Then we spend the last five months together with him being awkward as fuck. No thank you." I said, gently pushing Olive off of me and getting up. I walked over to the charcuterie spread, picking up leftover cheese and meat packages, moving to throw them away.

"Can you all handle the decorations? Imma go rest a bit before we have to get ready." I smiled small, both of them nodding as I moved out of the kitchen and into the giant living room to the master suite I knew I would even be sharing with Harry tonight.

I closed the door and locked it, moving to the bed and letting myself fall on it face first, screaming into the mattress hoping it was muffled enough no one would bother me.

Harry's POV

"You're bringing Taylor? Harry, you can't be serious. You realize you are going to shatter D into a million pieces right?" Zayn said, as I held up two different shirts in front of me.

"What are you even talking about? Goldie, if anything will make her feel welcomed, join us on a drunken night." I turned over my shoulder at him, raising both my eyebrows.

"You're so daft, Styles. Honestly. We all know Goldie loves you. And you love her, you damn idiot. Did you not hear her disappointment on the phone? Tonight for her is about you two, and you're bringing a girl?" Zayn said, suddenly my throat was tightening. I cleared it, turning away from him and furrowing my eyebrows as I looked in the mirror.

"She doesn't love me like that, Zayn. It's not like that with her. Even if it was, I'm not risking it," I closed my eyes, shaking my head that I was even letting him get to me.

"You... and her actually, are both idiots. You're both in love with each other and are going to leave here filled with stupid regret and I'm over trying to get you to see it," He said, shrugging and walking out of my room. I rolled my lip into my mouth, biting it before throwing my shirts on the bed.

"Fucks sake," I called out, throwing my head back. When my head rolled back straight, my eyes landed on the photo on my desk. Goldie and I at her sorority formal last year before she dropped. I swallowed, wondering if maybe Zayn was right.

—

I entered the sorority house watching as other couples met, taking photos and admiring each other's outfits. I rolled my eyes thankful Blondie was over this life. It wasn't her, didn't suit her. She was too kind. Too caring to ever fit in with the people she called her supposed sisters.

"So you do own a suit?" I heard a voice say from above me, my eyes moving to the stairs as Blondie made her way down them. I felt my jaw drop slightly, pressing my lips together as I swallowed. Sitting on her body was a sparkly black dress, one long sleeve, one bare shoulder. Her long blonde hair draped down her body. She was beautiful, breathtaking really. My best friend, the only girl that could get me in a stupid suit at a stupid sorority formal.

The fact Goldie was her name fit her better than I think her parents ever imagined. She was golden.

Making the rest of her way over to me, I grabbed her hand, spinning her around in a small circle. She giggled as I pulled her towards me, "You, are the prettiest girl ever to be in Sigma Kappa, shame they are losing their only true asset." I whispered as the back of her hand hit my chest.

"H, shut. No one knows yet and I would like to enjoy this last formal as my money went towards it." She glared at me a bit and all I could do was poke her nose as her demeanor softened.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Let's enjoy the night, at least the food is good." I shrugged, pulling out my phone and turning on the camera, "Alright, let's be like everyone else and show off how cute we are." I snapped photos of us, being as silly as possible before we started loading into giant charter buses taking us to the unknown location.

Once we arrived, we ate and drank with everyone else; keeping up appearances and interacting with the few girls that were actually nice to my Goldie. By the time the dancing started, I was in my own world with her, nothing else really mattered other than making sure my best friend was having the time of her life.

At one point, the drinks were starting to create an overall haze on the night. Goldie's body felt heavy against mine, her hips rolling so that her ass pushed against me, my prick fighting the blood flow she was beckoning with her movements. Her scent seemed to be the only thing my sense could pick up, cherry vanilla dreams as my nose found itself trailing her neck.

Her breath was rigid as my hands explored her waistline, fingers digging into the fleshy feel of her hips through her dress. The way her hips rolled, placed my dick perfectly between her ass, hard as ever and I couldn't find it in my drunken haze to care. She was my best friend, but she was also insanely perfect. Sexy beyond what my imagination could have ever hoped for. I wasn't blind and I wasn't an idiot. I also suddenly was ignoring any bit of logic that normally stopped me from crossing a line with her. My lips grazed her skin softly, her hips slowing slightly in their movement as I did. My lips puckered softly against her skin as the music began to slow, pulling us both out of the haze. My eyes skimmed the room, as couples began turning to face each other, wrapping up in each other as they moved to the slow music.

Goldie pulled away, slowly turning to face me, her face almost unsure as to what her next move should be. I swallowed, my hand reaching for her waist, pulling her against me, my hard cock pressing against her though making my cheeks redden in embarrassment. Her giggle made a chuckle escape my own, her hands relaxing around my neck.

"You seem to have invited a third member to this dance, H." She teased, her chocolate brown eyes searching my green.

"I think he was called over by you D, you seemed to be drawing him out in your direction," I raised an eyebrow with a tilt of my head and she shrugged innocently.

"No idea what you could possibly be referring to."

We moved to the soft flow of the music, silence surrounding us as her forehead pressing into my chin, her soft breath hitting against my neck. My fingers traced a soft up and down pattern along her back, playing with the ends of her hair whenever I came in contact with them. Her fingers massed the nape of my neck gently, tugging softly at the curls that rested there.

I could have stayed there, in her cherry vanilla heaven, layered in golden dust of magic; but the music picked up. Everyone cheered as they broke out into dance, jumping to the EDM music that slowly picked up until the beat dropped. She pulled away from me, her eyes searching mine again before looking down and over her shoulder.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom, grab me some water?" She said and I nodded, watching a look of confusion flash quickly across her before she nodded, turning and walking away. I watched her walk away, I watched her and my feet had sudden aches to follow her. To grab her and tell her I knew what she felt right then and there. That I had felt that confusion everyday since freshman year. To tell her I also felt confused on what lines I could and wanted to blur with her.

But I didn't. I turned to the bar to grab us each a water.

Blondie's POV

I looked myself over in the mirror, fisting and unfisting my hands to fight the sweaty palms that kept happening. All afternoon into the early evening my mind had been racing with Olive and Leigh's statements all circling into my current decision.

I was going to tell Harry how I felt. I was going to finally hand him my heart on a damn gold platter for his taking.

If he even wanted it.

I sighed, pulling up my black strapless dress, small pieces of silver sequins drawing eyes to my supple chest, a beautiful jeweled necklace sitting around my neck. I looked nice, I knew I did, and I couldn't wait for Harry's eyes to take me in, because they always told me how beautiful I looked. Even if the words never left his mouth.

Turning to exit the room, I opened the door to chatter and music coming from down the hall, people slowly starting to fill up the giant house. I took a deep breath, plastering a smile on my face, hiding the nerves that were slowly eating away at me. My eyes scanned the room until I found Leigh and Olive, my feet caring me quickly in their direction. They both looked at me wide-eyed, Olive clapping at my arrival, taking my hand and spinning me.

"Very well done, very well done," she said, making me roll my eyes as I took in my best friends dressed in glitter and sequins to the tens.

"And look at you both! I'm blinded!" I exclaimed as Leigh handed me a shot.

"All I'm saying is, if we don't get laid tonight, I've lost hope in all men," we all laughed, Olive picking up a shot which we all quickly cheersed and threw down our throats.

Vodka, yuck.

I scrunched up my nose, shaking my face as I looked over the room. Still no Harry, and I would lie if I said it wasn't driving me insane. I brought my attention back to Leigh and Olive as they carried on with their usual back and forth. I tried to pay attention, I really did, but half of what they said escaped me as quickly as the words left their lips.

Eventually we moved our way into the party, greeting, mingling and dancing whenever a good song on the playlist came on. I was three shots in when the door finally opened, Zayn and Niall walking in and my heart flew up in my throat knowing Harry would soon follow behind. My lips parted, my mouth drying from the breath he took away from me. He was wearing a tweed jacket black pants , with a white low cut tank tucked in underneath. The cross pendant I gave him for his first birthday we spent together sitting perfectly on his hair peppered chest.

I couldn't seem to catch my breath, but it was no longer at the mere sight of him. It was at the way I watched his hand wrap around the slim waist of a tall blonde. It was the way she smirked at him, eyes traveling down as she placed her slim fingers on the cross pendant that I felt belonged to me.

"Baby!" I was snapped out of the slow motion vortex I entered as Leigh squealed, running over and clinging on to Zayn, kissing as Niall pretended to gag next to them. He spotted Olive, blushing almost instantly, their greeting much more quiet as he kissed her cheek, holding her gently.

I swallowed, looking around desperately for a way to avoid what I knew was coming next, but Harry's arms wrapping around my waist and picking me up in an embrace ruined any plan of running.

"Blondie Michaels, that is way too much cleavage for a lady," he said, placing me down and kissing my forehead. I smiled, licking my lips and shrugging.

"Call me the town whore, I'll embrace it," I shrugged, my eyes flicking quickly to the woman behind him then back to his perfect lilypad eyes.

"Never that, you look beautiful, D. I um, I wanna introduce you to someone," he turned to the blonde, calling her over as I swallowed, "Goldie, this is Taylor, Taylor this is my best friend Goldie, or D for short."

I held out my hand, which was met with clear distaste and weak hold, "Pleasure." She spoke, pressing her lips into a tight forced smile.

My hand fell back down to my side, my entire night shifting into a direction I hadn't spent the past few hours mapping out in my head. I needed another drink, or three. My eyes quickly moved to find Leigh's already on mind, and without further explanation she was moving over to me and linking our arms.

"If you'll excuse me, Miss Michaels owes me another shot," we smiled, pulling away from the situation and I was thankful when she directed me towards my bedroom instead of the bar. Footsteps followed, Zayn soon joining my other side and wrapping his arm around both of us.

"I told him not to bring her," Zayn said as we entered the room, my lip caught between the tight grip of my teeth.

"Is he fucking dumb? Or on something. He has to be on something," Leigh said towards Zayn as I paced back and forth in front of the vanity.

"No, just a bloody idiot. But to be fair, they both are," Zayn said, I stopped walking instantly, my head snapping in his direction.

"I'm not an idiot, Zayn. I would never bring a date...not on an night like tonight." I said sternly, my breath making chest inflate, unsure how to breathe it out properly without crying. I felt the warmth of my eyes, tears slowly spilling as I reached up to wipe them away.

"Hey, hey, D, I'm sorry...I know you ain't...I'm just saying, you bo—.."

"— I was going to tell him tonight." I breathed out quietly, a soft sob coming from me. I inhaled sharply through my nose, tossing my head back to try and stop the path my tears wanted to fall on.

"You what?" Leigh exclaimed, quickly in front of me, gripping my arms, "Babe, look at me."

I swallowed my cry, looking down at Leigh's eyes and shrugging, "Obviously this is deeply one sided and for the best. I feel less of an idiot now than I would have as I handed him over my heart and he let it drop." I moved from her grip, clearing my throat, "Let's go. We only have a couple hours until the New Year, I'm not wasting it on tears."

I pushed past them, hearing their calls for my name, but all I saw was red. Red anger, red hurt, red disappointment. I was a menace the rest of the night, drinking more than I planned, avoiding Harry at all costs. Our interactions were short, yet his eyes seemed to linger on me the more I ignored him. They were burning my skin with their gaze and I thrived in it. I knew it was driving it insane and I was happy that it was.

He glared softly at me everytime I ignored Taylor, acting like she was invisible. Serving shots got everyone but forgetting hers. Asking her to take group photos but always forgetting to switch so she could be included. I was becoming the person I hated being around. I was becoming a replica of my ex sorority sister as they froze me out of the chapter.

But I was hurting, my heart slowly falling and shattering into pieces along the floor of this part; it was stepped on and demolished further as time went by.

"D," I heard his voice behind me as I made myself another vodka cran.

"Hmm?" I barely muttered out, taking a long sip of my drink, turning in his direction. We weren't alone for long, Taylor coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

His brows furrowed as his eyes searched mine, he was angry, I could tell by the way his lips pursed, "Nothing."

"Great," I pressed my lips into a smile, brushing past them, my shoulder hitting against Taylor as I did. I downed my drink, searching the room for a distraction. Any distraction. Leigh was grinding on Zayn, his lips preoccupied with her neck, Niall and Olive finally managing to figure out they liked each other enough to sit on the back couch and make out. My eyes scanned the room landing on Louis.

My ex hook up Louis that Harry hated more than anything in the world.

My feet were dragging me in his direction before common sense could hit, before I could think of a reason why I should stop.

"Hey fucker," I smirked, throwing my hair over my left shoulder, his eyes meeting mine for a time that couldn't even be measured in comparison to how they lingered on my chest.

"Michaels, ain't this a fuckin' surprise," he smirked, bringing his bourbon to his lips.

"I'm full of them sometimes," I winked, feeling like an utter idiot as I went through the motions of what I was doing.

"I see you let the puppy if it's leash for the night. Heard Taylor's been wanting to sink her claws in for a while, can't believe she managed to get him away from you," he smirked, licking his lips, waiting on my reaction.

"Realized I hate beggars," I said nonchalantly, a chuckle slipping his lips. He moved towards me, his hand slipping around to the small of my back, pulling me tight against him. He breathed into my neck, making me swallow.

"That's cause you like to do the begging, sweets, I 'avent forgotte'," he kissed my neck, flush traveling over my face. I peeked my eyes up at him, feeling a heat grow between us, my face inching up so our lips could meet when I heard a voice so angry it rattled me from the inside.

"Goldie. Outside, now!" I heard Harry's voice boom, quickly turning to face him.

"Excuse me?" I said, my face I could feel, red hot from anger of him ordering me around after what he did.

"Woof," Louis called out behind me, earning a deep inhale from me.

Harry let out a frustrated growl, grabbing my arm and pulling me with him toward the back, I quickly broke free from his grip, pushing past him and leading the way, refusing to be handled in the manner he thought was acceptable. I didn't realize how fast I was moving until he called out for me.

"Slow the fuck down! Goldie fucking stop!"

"What he fuck do you want from me, Harry? What do you want?" I said my voice raising, every bit of composure I had managed to fake slowly starting to leave me.

"I want to know what the fuck your problem is with me tonight? Why you're being such a fucking....such a —..."

"— what? Bitch? Say it, Harry. Say it like you have any balls left." I yelled back.

"Yes, D, you're being a fucking bitch to me and to Taylor. She hasn't done fucking done anything to you. For fucks sake, all I did was walk through the door ready to spend my last New Year's Eve with my best friend for a while...."

I scoffed, pulling at my hair, "Oh you're so,...and how did you plan on doing that? One hand around my waist and the other around hers? Dancing sandwiched between two blondes, oh I bet you like that idea. Now what happened at midnight in your little fantasy? Huh? You kissed her and then got some second hand high from me? Huh? God I feel like such a fucking idiot! A damn idiot!" I cried, slowly losing my mind, losing my ability to remember that I wasn't supposed to break in front of him. I couldn't fight the tears anymore.

"Hey, hey, hey...." His voice softened so quickly, his hands gripping on my arms to stabilize me, "D, baby D, come on, talk to me, please I'm going insane here."

I shook my head, trying to break from him stumbling back, his arms quickly wrapping around my waist holding me up, "Goldie, please."

"I...I was going to...I...." I cried, my gaze meeting his, through fuzzy tear filled eyes I swallowed, "You. You're the problem. You are your beautiful chestnut curls and lily pad eyes. God, I love you, you damn idiot. Why did you walk in here with her? Why her and not me? Wh—..." I was interrupted by his lips finding mine, finding a rhythm that was so messy, so needy for the next beat.

He broke away from me, pressing his forehead into mine, heavy breaths coming from both of us, "You are an idiot," he chuckled, "but so am I; because I've been in love with you since the moment I met you. And I'm sorry. I couldn't face what tonight meant. I couldn't face my true feelings, so I invited Taylor. I felt like if I directed what I wished tonight was to her instead of you, it would hurt less when I left. It would hurt less to never have called you mine."

I swallowed hard, shaking my head, "No, I've always been yours. And you've always been mine. I...I can't have you leave without knowing that," I took in his soft expression, the tears now forming in his eyes and my lips quickly met his again. Hands gripping at skin that felt so right. That seemed to mold into each other so perfectly.

"Come here," he whispered against my lips, hand linking with mine as he led me down to the boathouse near the lake. He moved quickly, pushing open the door and leading me inside. I watched as he jumped into the small sailing boat, holding his hand out to me as I climbed in behind him. He laid us down on the tarp that protected the boat, his fingers tangling into my hair.

Our kisses were now opened mouth, tongue finding each other in a tangled mess, skimming along the roofs of each. My hands slipped under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, he shimmed out of it as I untucked his tank, I wanted him in every way, and after four years I wasn't wasting any time.

"Help me, Harry. Please," I begged in a whiny voice. Louis was right, I loved begging, but only because I knew the result. He groaned, into my mouth, breaking the kiss to quickly undo his pants, my fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt and slipping it off of him. His fingers moved to my dress once his pants were off, reaching around to unzip me, fingers tugging my dress down, lips soon meeting my chest, hands pushing my tits together so that he could get his mouthful of both.

I moaned in pleasure, my head knocking back, mind lost in the idea that this was finally happening. Every dirty dream and fantasy I had of him was coming to life.

"I've dreamed about this, D. I've dreamed about what cherry vanilla tasted like, and god baby it tastes like a damn dream," he bit into my skin, making me arch into him, our skin creating a delicious friction.

"You haven't even had your mouthful yet, H," I whispered, my eyes locking with his as my hand squeezed between us, my fingers moving down my body, lifting my dress and moving into the band of my thong. I was greeted by a pool of arousal that started just for him, bringing it back up, gently pushing it into his mouth, "This is how it actually tastes."

My whispers were met with his eyes rolling back as his lips closed around my fingers, licking and sucking them clean. I pulled them out as his lips popped on release.

"Bloody fucking hell, Goldie Michaels, I'm about to fucking bust," he breathed, making a chuckle escape me. He smirked, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, as his hands pushed my dress up, releasing my lip to push my dress over my head. His eyes traveled down my body, his pupils seemed to dilate as he went, a hunger behind them soon finding their way back to mine.

"You know what I think about often? I thought about it just today actually. Your formal, that dance floor," he inhaled sharply, his hand pressing down on my hip, dragging his fingers back into my ass, kneading at it, "The way your hips pushed into me, the way I could have slipped that dress up to your waist, fit right in," he swallowed, his voice a low grumble almost. His hand pulled back, smacking my ass before kneading the pain away.

My heart raced in my chest, remembering that night, the way it was ruined just as his lips pressed into my neck, just as he was doing now. He sucked on my skin in between each kiss, up to my jawline. I whined as he ran his nose softly along it, "I would have let you. Welcomed it."

I pushed my hips forward, pressing him slightly flat, lowering onto his bare, hard cock. I adjusted myself so I could press my cunt down along his shaft, grinding it up and down his length. He reached down, moving my thong to the side, letting my wet cunt fully meet him.

"Were you as ready for me as you are now? So sweet, and wet without me even doing much?" He whispered into my ear, his thumb pressing down on my clit, making my hips jolt forward, his other hand gripping at my hip, helping me continue my movements on him.

"Mmm, mhm. Harry, I think my cunt's always been ready for you. I think it was made for you," I licked my lips, glancing down at him, then to the mess I was making, "Look at how much it cries for you, begs you to fill me up. Fill me up Harry, please."

"I have other things I need to tend to first, Goldie," He smirked, flipping us over so I was on my back, his body shifting between my legs. He placed a hand on either side of my hips, fingers looping around the band of my underwear, yanking them off me and throwing them to the side. He placed my left leg on his shoulder, kissing a path down my calf, down to under my knee and back around to my inner thigh, letting it bend over his shoulder. His nose trailed a path up to my belly button and back down, ending his journey with a soft kiss on my clit. Chills crept over my stomach as he continued to tease me, hitting it softly with his nose, moving it from side to side along it.

I heard myself whine, my legs squirming as he moved to tighten his grip on my hips, keeping me in place. He was making me feel frustrated, more than I already was feeling, "Harry, please..."

"Please what, baby D, you never had a problem with words. Why now?" He said against my cunt, his warm breath making my thigh clench.

"I need your face between my legs, please." I begged, completely whiny, completely about to lose my mind.

"It's already between your legs, you have to be more specific. I'm an idiot, remember?" He cooed, his fingers digging further into my hips, his nose dragging a bit of arousal up my stomach.

"Tell me how good cherry vanilla tastes, H. Remind yourself how good it tastes," I moaned out, shoving his face back against my cunt. I could feel the smile on his lips as he began lapping at my wet center. His tongue pushing flat against my middle, curling in a manner that shouldn't be allowed by any human being. He sucked on my swollen clit, creating a fountain of curse words from me as he did.

"Fu-uck, Harry, god..." I moaned, my fingers tangling into his hair, pulling at the roots causing him to groan against me.

Harry's POV

I was in fucking heaven, I felt like i was literally in the act of physically fucking heaven. She tasted so sweet on my tongue, her juices covering my chin as they dripped down her cunt that desperately wanted me. I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at her, her face a lovely shade of red that I had never seen on her cheeks. I took my hand, slowly moving a finger inside of her, feeling her walls pulse against them, my prick hard at the idea of her cunt squeezing itself around it in the same manner. I curled my finger forward, my digits searching for her soft center, her soft pleasure point that I knew I found by her delicious mewls. She was so whiny and needy and I couldn't get enough.

Biting at her inner thighs as I slipped in another digit, curling them more and more as I pulled them in and out of her, "Imagine taking my cock with that cunt, you take my fingers so well, I can't imagine you wrapped around me, fuck, D."

I slipped another finger in, three fingers fucking her as she palmed at her own breast, twisting her nipples and adding to her own pleasure. I knew she wasn't shy, I knew how sexual my best friend could be, but it had never been for me.

"Harry...I am so close...please don–dont, fuck yes...," she cried out, her legs starting to tremble, my lips quickly adding suction to her clit, helping her get where she wanted quicker. Her hand hit the side of the boat, gripping at the tarp as she came, her juices spilling out for me, giving me my last meal of the year. I pulled my fingers out of her, licking at her opening, pushing my tongue in and lapping up everything she gave. Her legs lazily relaxed around me, I pushed up her body, kissing along the scars from past incidents that told her own story. That made her my Goldie.

"Open, baby D, lemme show you how good you taste," I said, pressing my fingers to her lower lip as she opened her mouth; my three fingers slipped in, pushing down on her tongue, a soft gag coming from her before, my lips kissing along her jaw, "Mmm, fucking good girl."

I dragged my fingers out of her mouth, down her neck, choking her softly, "Tell me what you want now, it's all about you tonight, only you."

"Fuck me," she gasped.

"Mmm, I don't know if you really want it..." I teased, my hand moving to my cock, slowly fucking my fist as I watched her squirm under my hold.

"Fuck your love into me, Harry Styles. Fuck me so good I can't stop confessing my love to you. Please. Please, for your good girl," she said, so sweetly and whiny it was so dirty. I positioned both her legs on my shoulders, lining myself up and slipping inside her, bottoming out, her nails digging into my bare back, dragging down as I held my position, not moving, not giving her anything other than the feeling of being completely filled by me. Her head knocked back, a gasp escaped her that never seemed to return.

She pulled my face down to hers as it tossed forward, whimpering against our kiss, her chest heavy with her breath as I slowly pulled out, pushing all the way in again, "God you take me so...fucking...good," I gasped with each thrust, she was squeezing me so well. I placed my hands on either side of her, using them as leverage to lift higher, her legs wrapping around me letting me know I was hitting her G spot. Knowing I wasn't missing it, not even once.

She broke the kiss, clinging onto me and kissing my neck, biting at my skin, moaning into it as I found my face, her walls fluttering around me. She was milking me for everything I was worthy and I didn't know how I hadn't seen her bright light sooner. How I didn't realize how my Goldie was just that, mine.

I pushed up and away from her, locking eyes with her pretty brown eyes, smiling as I took in her beauty, her sweetness, the sly smile appearing on her face. I slowed my strokes, carefully moving her legs off my shoulders, I wanted to be close to her, I wanted to press into her. I lowered my body, placing my arms on either side of her head.

"I love you, my Goldie girl. My baby D. You feel that, feel how much I love you?" I said with each thrust, my left arm moving down over her shoulder, down to her breast, cupping it, kneading it, twisting at her perfectly perked up nipple.

She moaned, nodding softly, her hands traveling over my body, "I do, H. God, i love you." She leaned forward, pulling my cross pendant into her mouth, wrapping it around her tongue, before releasing it, "She touched that. But it's mine, just like you, mine."

She moaned out as her hips swiveled up into me, our thrusts meeting each other blissfully. Her walls fluttered around me, letting me know how close she was.

"I am, all yours baby, fuck, all yours," I groaned, kissing her messily, my tongue rubbing along the roof of her mouth.

"Claim me, Harry. Fill me full of you. God I wanna feel you dripping out of me, H," she whined, my hips bucking quicker. I felt the tingle build in my lower spine, my legs beginning to lose their stability, a groan building in my chest.

"Yeah, full of me, D? Is that what you would think about? Me feeling you full?" I said, my eyes hard on hers, her head nodding quickly.

"Please, H, god I need it, please," she begged. She was so damn sexy when she begged, "Ha-Harry imma, oh go-od..."

I kissed her again, thrusting as I felt her walls tighten around me, her sweet arousal covering me completely, dripping down both of us, "Fuck baby, yes.." I moaned, bottoming out as I filled her up, shooting ropes of my mess inside of her.

She whined at the feeling, whimpering and taking hold of my ass, pushing me further in her. I chuckled, pressing a kiss into her forehead, "Are you trying to seal the deal baby? Trying to keep me around?"

"Mmm, daddy Styles has a ring to it," she giggled, shuddering softly. I chuckled, catching my breath and kissing her forehead again, then her nose.

"Come with me?" I whispered.

"I already did," she giggled and I laughed, pressing a kiss into her lips. I pulled out slowly, kissing my way down her body, licking at her nipples, down her stomach. I reached her cunt, lapping up the delicious mixture of her and I, cleaning along her thighs.

"No, Goldie," I kissed her cunt, moving back up to her mouth, kissing her, letting her taste us together, "Come with me to London. I can't be without you. Not anymore."

"H..." she started and I kissed her again, deeply, meaning every bit of it.

"Just think about it."

"Okay."

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home ‘sweet’ home

i wrote this very randomly whilst i was eating my breakfast - enjoy! x

you hate where you live and harry has a sweet surprise

word count: around 2k

warnings: swearing, fluff, slight hints towards seggs, rats (ew)

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One thing you couldn't get used to in New York City was the noise. If you could change one thing about living here, it would be the raucous shouting of your next door neighbours when the flat above dropped cigarette ash on to their heads. Or the never-ending repairs that seemed to be happening a few floors down - one morning you were ready to march down and snatch that drill right out of their hand. It was all very different from what you were used to, being from a quaint village in the north of England. Your job offered you a change of scenery and you were more than ecstatic to take it, but you were starting to slowly regret it. Especially when you're roused from your sleep with a buzz coming from your intercom.

You grumble, rolling over in your sheets and stuffing your face into the pillow. The intercom buzzes and buzzes incessantly and you plug your ears, trying to imagine yourself not hungover and sleeping on hot sand somewhere in the Canary Islands. The buzzing becomes rhythmic now and you smack a fist into your pillow, dragging your sluggish body out of bed and dodging half of your belongings to get to the buzzer.

"What?" You snap. (You were learning the decorum around these places).

"Wow, good morning to you too, baby. Gonna let me up, Grump?" Harry's voice crackles through the intercom with a teasing lilt and you manage a tired grin, not answering and pressing the buzzer to let him in. Your eyes are blurred, either infection from your mascara or just tiredness, you weren't sure, but you can't find the energy to care as you bundle back into your covers, awaiting the arrival of your boyfriend.

"Fucking hell, you look rough." He laughs as he toes the door open with a click of his boot and lets it slam behind, prompting another round of shouting from the neighbours around.

"Fuck off, Mrs Wence. You still have my oven dish and I want it back!" You yank open the window above your bed and screech as well as you can from where you're lying, rolling on to your back to meet Harry's gorgeous yet humoured look once you slam it shut.

"You're turning into one of them. What would your poor British mother say?" His dimples carve out his cheeks as you grin, and although hungover, his smile still makes you feel all giddy inside. It wasn't fair how he was the better looking one of you both (although he'd probably argue against that).

"She'd tell me to wind my fucking neck in." You snort, eyes slipping over Harry's outfit and noticing the plain look, a beanie pulled over his head for extra cover.

"Damn right." He gives you a stern look as he unzips his jacket, and you ignore the shudder that travels through your body at his tone.

"Got woken up at four this morning, think two rats were having a scrap over a slice of pizza." You sigh, watching Harry move towards the small table you had in the corner, which would technically only class as a ledge, and retrieving a pink box with a glint in his eye.

"Hopefully this'll make up for it then." He reveals a selection of the most heart-attack inducing treats, glazed over so generously you could almost see your reflection. You sit up quickly.

"God." You whine, digging your hand in immediately when your empty stomach begins to make itself know. Harry stutters out a laugh and shakes his head.

"You've never made that noise with me." He snorts and you smack his bicep at the innuendo.

"You just can't go five minutes without making an innuendo, can you?"

He sighs, placing the box down on your bed and planting his hands on his hips.

"Unfortunately not, no. Should've heard the one I had about the cream horn-"

"If my head wasn't pounding so much I would get you into the tightest headlock right now." You say through the pastry in your mouth. He wiggles his eyebrows and clicks his tongue.

"Kinky- Ow! Okay!" You pinch his hip tightly under his t-shirt and he concedes, raising his arms in defence. You sit quietly for a few seconds and finish off the pastry, not caring about how ravenous you might look, or how the crumbs were falling on to your sleeping top. Harry watches you endearingly, leaning forward to swipe the glaze from the side of your mouth and suck it off his own thumb.

"Are you like, really horny today, or something?" Your eyes are squinted as you regard him. He shrugs, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his knuckles. He seems a bit more restless than usual and you can't pinpoint exactly why.

"For you? All the time."

"Shut up." You gaze at his stomach when his arms lift and feel yourself wanting to lean against his warm skin.

"Are you gonna get in for a cuddle, or what?" Your tone of faux-offence gets his attention.

"Not in those crumbs." He frowns, pointing to the pastry flakes on the mattress. You awkwardly laugh, brushing them away hastily. He finally gives in, leaning down to take off his shoes and your voice is urgent.

"No outdoor-"

"Yes, no outdoor clothes, I know." He shakes his head, but his face is nothing short of amused as he whips his shirt off, wriggling his tight jeans down his legs with a bit of difficulty and collapsing on to the bed.

Harry once said you remind him of a koala, the way you just instantly cling to him whenever he's near. Proving the likeness correct, you loop a leg around his and yank his torso towards you, burying your face in his skin that's slightly cold from the biting weather. "Mm. You're nice and warm." He mumbles.

"I've missed you." You sigh.

"You saw me two days ago." He laughs, wrapping his arm tightly around your body and stroking your hair.

"Don't ruin it." He giggles again when your voice is muffled from his skin and his hair that was growing a bit too long. There's a beat of silence between you both and you feel your breaths going heavier and heavier the longer he holds you, softly scraping his nails along your shoulder blades, just the way you loved. Your favourite days were the ones where he'd just show up unannounced and you'd spend the day in bed, keeping each other warm in different ways, ordering food, watching his favourite films (despite your inability to enjoy movies thanks to your short attention span, but you made an effort for him).

His body doesn't seem to be relaxing as you're falling deeper and deeper in to a state of sleep and it concerns you, dragging you out of the thickness of the midway between circadian rhythms.

"Hey." Your voice is soft as you peel your eyes open, leaning up to kiss him gently on his lips.

"Hey. Your lips taste sweet." He matches your quiet tone and kisses you a couple more times.

"You okay?" Your hand travels up to his shoulder and you massage the area, bringing it to play with the cross chain around his neck. He looks at you with round eyes, the green effervescent as ever, as if he's contemplating something. He looks down at your hand fiddling with the charm, grasping your fingers tightly.

"I need to talk to you about something important." Your hand retreats and you frown, nervous at the seriousness of his tone. God, was he about to break up with you? It would be a shock if he did, considering you two had been together for nearly two years.

"Okay." You manage, your brain not caring about the hanging headache from the vodka you drank last night, instead your heart pumping a mile a minute. He sits up and you sit up with him, placing a hand on his thigh when he starts to pinch his lip - telling you he's nervous.

He's about to open his mouth when a loud car honk comes from down below and loosens the tension, making you both breathe a laugh. He gazes at you, pushing your hair away from your face.

"Perfect timing." He mutters. You squeeze his leg to urge him to go on and he takes a deep breath, reaching behind for his jacket and digging in the pockets for an unknown item, prompting your hands to sweat.

"I don't know if there's any around-the-houses way to say this, so I'll just say it." This is the most nervous you've heard him since he asked you to be his girlfriend. His hand that stayed clasped shut opens, revealing a shiny silver key with a small donut keyring hanging off it, and you feel your face heating.

"I-I know your lease on this flat is nearly up. And you really fucking hate your neighbours, and wish you had more space y'know? It's hard for both of us to even fit in your bed," you both laugh in tandem and you think you see tears gathering in his ducts, prompting you to place against his cheek. "I was looking for a place here anyway, so I thought, what better than to ask you to move in with me. Make it our new home, no?" He looks so small in this moment, face unsure, body language telling you he's tightly wound.

"Seriously?" You say thickly, your throat starting to close. Your fingers delicately pick up the key and you smile at the added touch of your favourite food on the chain. He looks at you nervously, thumb reaching to wipe the tear you didn't even feel roll down your cheek.

"Yeah. Like deadly serious, baby. I wanna wake up to you. I also don't think I can stay over here one more night and listen to Mrs Wence's dreadful voice. That woman puts a foghorn to shame." He grins when he produces another spluttered laugh from you. "So?"

You place your free hand against your warm forehead and shake your head. "What do you mean, so? Of course I want to fucking with you, Harry, baby-" you don't even finish your sentence, leaning forward and kissing Harry fervently, to convey your point more strongly and wipe the insecurity off your face. He hums, kissing you back and lowering you both to the pillows, hovering over you as he leads the kiss, a lot less innocently than the earlier ones he was giving you. You drag his full weight on top of you and tangle your fingers through his hair, letting him trail kisses down your neck sweetly.

The thought of Harry buying a place with you in mind makes your heart soar, him walking around imagining the two of you co-existing inside, cooking together, making each other coffee, sharing a bed. All of it made you absolute mush inside.

"I love you." You breathe, watching his kisses go lower and lower. The key was dropped from your hand at some point, and you make a mental note of finding it later. All you can concentrate on is how Harry's fingers and fiddling with the straps of your underwear however, so it isn't the top priority on your list.

"I love you too. So fucking much." He says through a kiss planted on your navel, making you breathe out a small whine. "Truthfully, I've been wanting to ask you after about two months of dating you, but I didn't want to scare you off." You snort, "Can't wait to have more privacy at our new place, feels like we need it."

You blush at his words, remembering a time when you might have gotten a bit too loud one night with Harry when your window was open, prompting a very stern note to be slipped under your flat door. It was safe to say you couldn't look your neighbours in the eye for a good week.

"Yeah. It will be nice to have a bigger bed too." You unconsciously raise your hips.

"More room for cuddling, and such."

He kisses your thighs now, purposely dodging the place where you want him most, making your patience wear thinner and thinner. Your finger tilts his chin back up and his eyes are shining like the pastries.

"You're a tease. Bringing a girl some donuts and then asking her to move in with you, just so you can get some? I expected better from you, Harry."

He grins, looking at you darkly from his position and digging his nails into your thighs. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and it makes your entire body feel like it's buzzing. "Never said I was a gentleman, baby."

"No, a gentleman would be taking off my underwear right now." You say pointedly, and he breaks his stern look, throwing you a wink and hooking his fingers through the sides.

"I'll get to it then, shall I?"

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i’m not ignoring you all!!! I’ll get to writing part two of crying in the backseat asap <3 in the meantime, if u wish to support my writing, feel free to check out my ko-fi (no pressure!). love u all sm - M x

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[celestialhrry]

City Lights

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, their daughter, Lyla, and him take a walk through NYC at night, as he is currently doing his New York residency shows.

Y/N’s POV

“Woah, daddy, look at all the lights over there!” Lyla points at the tall building in front of her, perched on Harry’s shoulders, looking so mesmerized by everything around her.

“Yeah, they’re cool, aren’t they, bug?” Harry says, looking up at his daughter with so much love for her in his eyes. Harry slowly rubs the outside of your hand with his thumb, fingers intertwined, his other hand protectively holding Lyla’s leg.

Harry looks over at you, a loving smile on his face. You peck his cheek, making that smile of his grow a tad bit bigger, if that was even possible.

You notice Lyla’s eyes become a bit droopy, signaling she’s getting tired which most likely means she’s also getting quite grumpy.

“Daddy, put me down, pleaseeee!” She whines, hitting his head repeatedly with her small hands. Although it may not have hurt, Harry and I are trying to discipline Lyla.

“Lyla Marie, we do not hit. Do you understand me? Now, before I put you down, I want you to apologize to me, okay?”

“Yes, I understand. I am very sorry for hitting you. I won’t do it again. I pinky promise, daddy.” Harry and her link their pinkies together, smiling at each other so happily.

“Harry baby, I think we should head back to the hotel. It seems to me that little miss Lyla over here is turning into a grump. We need to get her to bed pretty soon.”

“Okay, my love. We can start heading back, okay?” You nod your head at his statement, turning around and heading back towards your hotel.

Lyla falls asleep on Harry’s shoulders, her cheek squished against the top of his head. You pull out your phone a take a picture of it to capture the memory. You and harry walk hand in hand, but silently, not to wake your sleeping daughter.

The two of you arrive back at the hotel, heading ti the top floor, which also happens ti be the penthouse, which also happens to be the room we are staying in for the next month or so while Harry does his residency shows here in Manhattan.

Harry, with your help, carefully takes Lyla off of his shoulders in one swift motion, being cautious not to wake her peaceful, sleeping body. He walks into her bedroom and carefully pulls the sheets down, placing her sleeping body on the bed and tucking her in. The both of you place a soft kiss to her forehead, before turning out the light in her room and leaving the door a tad bit open, which is how she sleeps every night.

You and Harry head back to your room, which is right across the room from hers.

“She is so perfect, you know that, honey?” Harry says to you, sighing in content. You smile at him, placing a couple of pecks on his lips.

“Yeah, she sure is, H. She sure is.”

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Sorry I’m so inconsistent with my posting. I just started my senior year of high school and am trying to balance my classes and college applications. Once college applications are over with and I make my decision, I will try my best to post more on here. Also sorry it’s so short. I love you guys so much! <3

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[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: I have a feeling some of you might really appreciate this chapter. It was a fun one to write. And I definitely laughed while creating a specific scenario.

Warnings: Some language, oral (male receiving), slight verbal degradation, attempt of physical altercation, but also some fluffiness!

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CHAPTER 17 -

FEELS LIKE IT COULD BE FOREVER RIGHT NOW

Feb 1st, 2015

You wake up, curled into Harry's body, keeping your eyes shut as you absorb his warm touch and sweet smell. Everything is so familiar, and so safe. You feel like you are happy again, like you are yourself again.

[What happened? You were so frustrated last night, so closed off… but that doesn't feel important anymore]

You didn't expect this. You didn't expect to still feel the way you do, and you definitely didn't expect to let yourself act on those feelings again.

You grab your phone to check any messages.

:natalie: where the hell are you?

:natalie: oh god y/n/n…

:natalie: the sex better have been good

You giggle quietly, knowing she'll be mad because she is protective, but also wanting every detail.

:you: things happened, not sorry

Harry starts to stir and he pulls you in even closer to his body.

"G'morning Sunshine." He says, as he places a kiss on your forehead. Your heart flutters and you open your eyes.

"Happy birthday, H." You tilt your head up and place a quick kiss on the lips and get out of the bed. You throw your hair up and put on your clothes from the night before.

"Where are you going?" He whines.

"To make the birthday boy some breakfast!" You exclaim.

He smiles, closing his eyes, letting out that exhale laugh he does with his mouth closed, and laying his head back down. You admire him for a few seconds and then make your way to the kitchen.

Your thoughts are racing though as you're making the pancakes.

[Was this a one night thing? Are you getting back together? You'd want to talk about things first, but will that drive him away? You want to be with him, right? Yes. You do. Does he want to? He said he does, but he was drunk. What if this whole thing blows up in your face and you get heartbroken again? You're still a little hurt. But you do… love him… yep, you love him. For fucks sake, just focus on the damn pancakes right now]

Your thoughts are broken up as you hear shuffling footsteps behind you, and feel his arms wrap around you as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Hello, love." He whispers, placing a beautifully sweet kiss on your cheek.

"This morning's special consists of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit. Does this suit you sir?" You joke, as you plate the food and turn around, still wrapped in his arms. He is only wearing sweatpants, and you try to subtly admire his upper body, adorned with all those tattoos.

"Yes, I think that'll do just fine. Thank you." He chuckles. "You've always been too good to me."

"Well, I'm hungry too, ya know." You wink. "But you're welcome… coffee?"

"Yes please, love." He replies, grabbing a plate to select his breakfast choices.

He sits down at the head of the dining table and you bring him his coffee. He gently grabs your wrist and looks up to meet your gaze. His dimples, that you love so much, suddenly appear in the deepest way. "I'm so glad you stayed."

You blush, and the butterflies that had once been constant in your stomach, seemed to have found their way home. "Me too, H."

You grab your own plate and coffee and sit in the seat catty-corner to him.

You both take bites in comfortable silence. It reminds you of those moments at his house and in his hotel rooms, being content as you both quietly ate some food, and then ending up talking for hours.

You are relishing in the familiarity and security you feel again.

[If you can talk things out, this is definitely how you want things to be again, just you and Harry]

You don't notice your smile as you look down at your plate, but he interrupts your thoughts.

"What are you thinking about, Sunshine?" He asks.

The nickname just makes you feel even better about all of this.

"Just how… familiar this feels…" you reply.

"In a… in a good way?" He asks, a slightly nervous tone in his voice.

You nod. You smile and look back down at your plate for a few more bites. You're a little too nervous to bring up all of your thoughts right now because you don't want to ruin this moment.

"Hey, love… I know you, umm, you wanted to talk about things, yeah? Want to do that now?" He asks, as if reading your mind.

[Wow, he remembered]

"When breakfast is done." You quickly look up at him, nervous, but he is meeting your gaze with a reassuring smile and nod.

He cleans off your plates and you make your way to the couch, sitting on one end and bringing your knees up to rest under your chin.

He comes over and matches your position. "Can I… say a quick thing?" He asks.

"Oh. Sure."

"Last night was… amazing. I know what I think about it and I know what I want, but first I just need to know what you think." Once again, he braces himself, lowering his gaze down to his feet.

"It definitely was amazing. I'm just… scared…" you admit.

"Of what?"

"Of getting hurt again."

He scoots closer. Unlike it was with Ryan, it feels right and you welcome it.

"I always want you to feel safe. I never meant to hurt you, but I know I did, and it kills me." He looks away, sucking his lips in before he speaks again. "I am so unbelievably sorry."

Tears start to form in his eyes, and yours follow shortly after.

Your thoughts go back to the morning you saw those photos, and the tears start to fall. He scoots closer, turning so his back is against the couch, and brings your legs to rest over his lap. He rubs up and down your thighs to comfort you.

"Tell me exactly what you're thinking. It's okay, I want to hear it." He states.

You do your best to calm your breathing and clear the lump in your throat.

"It… hurt… that someone was showing the affection that I wasn't allowed to." You inhale deeply. "And… that I wasn't prevented from doing." More tears fall. "I didn't so much mind our relationship being kept a secret, but that morning, it felt like it was just me that was being kept a secret." You unintentionally whimper. "And… that made me feel like I wasn't good enough."

He winces hearing your last words, but grabs one of your hands with one of his. "You are more than enough Y/N, and I know I didn't show that, so I know you might not believe it… just know that I am so sorry I broke your trust."

"It's not necessarily that I didn't trust you, Harry." You acknowledge. "I don't feel like you sought it out… it was because you let someone else do that… someone who wasn't your girlfriend, who wasn't me."

He clears his throat. "I don't have any excuse. I was so drunk, and so angry. I didn't want to be there, I didn't want that to happen, and I didn't want her. I just wanted to be with you."

You can't help but let out a little smile at that thought, but then it quickly leaves.

"But you let it happen." You sigh.

He whimpers. "I regret every single moment, Y/N, and I'm so sorry."

"I know you are. It's just always been hard for me to open up, since I was a kid, and then once I did… I got hurt."

"I don't know what I can do to ease your mind, but I will do everything possible to make it right. If you let me, if you want to let me."

More tears start to fall.

[You wanted all of it this morning, but now you are terrified again, and your instinct to protect yourself is kicking in]

He continues. "I've never felt anything even close to what I felt for you. What I still feel for you."

He moves his hand to your face and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

"You are more than enough Y/N. You are so kind, so caring, and you do almost anything for the people close to you. You even go above and beyond for people you don't know. You're so strong, and determined. You've shown so much patience with me and our relationship. If anyone is not good enough, Sunshine, it's me."

You shake your head, but can't get words out as the tears are just flowing from your face.

"Everyone is drawn to you, Sunshine. Everyone wants to be around you. Everyone loves you. I…"

Your head snaps up to him and his eyes widen.

"I… love you." He gulps but pushes out a little smile, his eyes looking scared but hopeful.

You gasp. You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, trying to get the tears to stop falling. You put your head down and exhale, then return your gaze to him. He looks scared, but he's not bracing himself like usual.

"I'm sorry if it's bad timing. It's okay if you don't feel that way. You don't have to say you love me. I know I royally fucked up and I don't even deserve it. I just need you to know. No matter what happens, I need you to know that I do."

You sit up a bit more and lean towards him. You place your hands on his cheeks and stare into the most beautiful green eyes you've ever seen.

"I do. I love you too, H."

He grins as wide as you've ever seen. He grabs your face and pulls it in to press his lips passionately against yours. He barely pulls away, resting his forehead on yours and keeping his lips close.

"Oh my god." He chuckles. "Please say it again."

You purse your lips to land the softest kisses. "I love you Harry."

"I love you too, Sunshine." Good tears are welling up now. "So much. And I'll do everything I can to show you that."

You give him a quick kiss and he pulls away just a little further. "I'm so sorry for being a total idiot. I'm so sorry for fucking it all up."

You kiss him again, enjoying the fact that you get to do it once more.

"I forgive you. We'll work it out."

He pulls you in and kisses you again. "This is by far the best birthday ever!" He whispers against your lips.

"Hmmm…" you smirk, with a cheeky thought in mind, "maybe you should get a present now…"

He has a curious look on his face, and you look down at his pants, then look back up at him, biting your lower lip again.

His jaw drops, and you feel him squirm.

"Naughty…" he states. He clears his throat, as if to break away some nervousness. "Happy birthday to me!"

You giggle, then run your hand up his thigh as he moves to lean back against the armrest. You follow to hover over him.

He hisses and bites lower lip as you move to feel how hard he already is. He reaches one hand to place behind your head and places a passionate kiss on your lips, parting them with his tongue.

You slide your hand inside his sweats, kissing the spot right where his neck meets his shoulder. He lets out a deep moan.

You grab his hips to scoot him further down on the couch, and he raises them up to take his sweats and briefs off. He

You hover over him for another second and he looks at your necklace with a huge smile appearing on his face. He quickly throws his hair up in a bun, then runs his hands up and down your sides as he whispers "best birthday with the best girl."

You smash your lips against his, biting his bottom lip and he lets out another moan. With your hand placed back on his cock, you kiss his neck, moving your lips to his clavicle, across the sparrows, and down his chest.

"Oh god." He utters.

You reach his cock and lick the tip, causing him to hiss again. You don't waste any time and place your mouth over him.

"Y/N! Oh my god!" He belts out.

You move slowly at first, licking up from his base, and over his tip again. His hands are gripped tightly onto the couch.

You scoot yourself down so you can lay on your stomach, bending your knees so that your feet are in the air, kicking back and forth slightly. He looks down at you and chuckles.

"Adorable and se-" he stops and you take him in deeper, still keeping your slow pace. "Fuck. So fucking sexy." He moves his hand to grip your hair.

"Safe?"

"Mhmm" you hum against him.

You pick up the pace, focusing on him and not gagging as you continue to take him deep into your throat.

"It's so good, babe." He states, faintly bucking his hips up. You prop up a bit with your elbows, grabbing one hip and using your other hand to hold his cock steady.

"Dunno if I can last much longer."

You pop off real quick to respond, "okay," licking his tip and resuming your previous actions.

"Safe… fuck… to cum in your mouth?"

"Mhmm."

You pop off once more as you feel the gag reflex arising, but only take a second and then place your mouth back on him, taking him all the way to the back of your throat.

"Fuck, love!!" He howls. "I'm so close!!"

You pick up your pace, not going all the way but staying as deep as you can take. You feel his whole body tense, and take him all the way to the back of your throat one more time before his cum releases into you.

You remain on him until he is done, popping off and meeting his gaze as you swallow. He throws his head back at the sight as he is brought down from his high.

You sit up and back onto your knees, as he brings himself up to sit next to you. He turns towards you, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

"What can I do for you, Sunshine?" He asks, still panting.

"Nothing."

"What? No. I want to do something for you."

"This whole morning was enough, and that…" you point to his crouch, "was all about you. It's your birthday. And that was your birthday present." You stick your tongue out between your teeth and he pulls you in for another kiss.

"That's not fair, but I know I can't win this argument." He smiles. "See? So caring. I don't deserve it."

You giggle. "Yes you do. And I think we deserve each other, H. You're my lobster." You giggle.

He leans in for another kiss. "I definitely won't argue that!"

"What do you want to do the rest of the day?" You ask.

"Dunno. Doesn't really matter, as long as I'm with you. Imma take a shower and then we can decide."

"There's the cheesiness." You laugh.

"Apparently you love it." He winks.

"No, I said I love you!"

"I know, I just wanted to hear it again." He laughs.

"Go take a damn shower!"

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You take a shower after Harry, clothing yourself in some sweats and a t-shirt that he has laid out for you to wear.

You walk back towards the living room but don't see him. You hear humming coming from his music room. You've never really been in there, but you walk down the hall towards it, stopping before you get to the door.

You walk in to find him sitting on the couch that's in there.

"What are you up to?" You ask, not sure if he knew you had been standing there.

"Hi, love!" He turns to you, caught off guard. "Just jotting down some things."

"May I come in?" You ask, not wanting to intrude on such a personal space, no matter who you are to him.

"F'course! I was gonna call you in here anyway." He smiles. "I wanna show you something."

You bite your lip and sit down next to him.

"Don't have music yet." He looks at you and shrugs. "I've only wrote part of it… but I want to sing this for you." He smiles.

"Ooh, privileged! You sure?"

"M'sure." He responds. He starts slowly tapping the pen on his leg, humming a few notes, and looking down at his notebook to read the lyrics he had been working on.

(A.M.)

Won't you stay til the A.M.

All my favorite conversations

Always made in the A.M.

'Cuz we don't know what we're saying

We're just swimming round in our glasses

And talking out of our asses

Like we're all gonna make it, yeah

"Ooh, I really like that one!"

"It's… partly 'bout you…" He admits.

Without hesitation, you answer, "no it's not."

"Oh, shit, you're right. It's about my boots. Talk to 'em all the time " He shakes his head as he chuckles.

"Harry…"

"Sunshine, you're part of the inspiration."

You feel a tear instantly run down your cheek, and he uses his thumb to wipe it off.

"I… but… are you sure you want to do that?" You ask, cautiously.

"Do what?"

"Write bits of a song about me."

"Is that a serious question?" He chuckles. "I like to pull from personal experience… and, umm… part of that is you."

He smiles with those big dimples. "I love remembering all those late nights talking… eating cookies and cheesecake… that night everyone hung out with Ronnie Wood…" He clears his throat and continues. "I know there were some bad moments intertwined, but those good moments were really my favorite ones, ever."

"Hmmm… I agree!" You giggle. "I love really do love the song so far! But now all I can think about is cheesecake. Can we order some cheesecake?"

He lets out a huge laugh.

"Oh my god. Yes. Maybe I should write a song about mini tarts?" He winks.

"Oooh, can we order those too?"

He lets out another big laugh, then leans in for a sweet, gentle kiss. "I adore you."

"If you insist." You wink and leave him with a kiss on the cheek.

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You wake up to the sound of knocking on the door, over the sound of 'Friends' playing in the background. It takes you a few seconds to realize that you had fallen asleep with Harry on the couch, and then you hear another knock.

Harry is fast asleep, so you push yourself up off of the couch and head towards the door.

You swing it open and let out a surprised scoff.

"Oh my god."

"Y/N? I knew it. I fucking knew it."

"Sarah, what's up? Umm… w- what are you doing here?" You have no idea what to do right now and of course that big sexy oaf of yours is asleep on the couch at this exact moment.

"Me? What about you? Going behind my back?"

"What? No, it's not like that…" you reply.

"You couldn't handle that Harry wanted me as his stylist! You couldn't handle that we were hitting it off! You bitch!" Sarah yells.

"Sarah, you don't know what you're talking about…" you say, surprisingly calmer than you would expect yourself to be. "What are you doing here?"

"We were having a great time at his party, and then he disappeared. I wanted more time with him, so I came by. Did you pathetically lure him away last night or something?"

"He left the party on his own." You roll your eyes.

"Did you fuck? Got your one night stand out of the way?" She yells again.

"That's none of your business Sarah!"

She shakes her head and scoffs at you. "You're such a slut Y/N."

"Excuse me? I wasn't the one obnoxiously throwing myself at him every chance I got!" Frustration is kicking in quickly.

"No, you just took your panties off for him on his birthday, while he was drunk."

You feel a presence behind you and a hand on your waist. Harry is now standing right behind, and you can feel him push his body right up against yours.

"Sarah? Hello..." He says, with such a calm but stern tone.

"Oh, Harry! Hi! Umm… happy birthday!" She smiles, handing him the small box she had been holding. "It's a little cake."

"Thank you." He replies. "I appreciate this, but I do think you should go."

She looks shocked. "Harry… I was hoping we could chat for a minute." She gives a small, flirtatious smile.

"I think we should maybe wait til tour, yeah?" He suggests.

She huffs, looking at you then back at him. Her gaze turns down to the clothes of his that you're wearing and her nose scrunches up.

"I'm sorry Sarah, we have to go, we'll catch up later in Australia." He starts to turn away.

"Harry, she just slept with you for her job!" She blurts out.

He turns back around and reaches up to grip the door.

"Excuse me?" He asks.

"She's been trying to get in your pants to get ahead in her job! That's why she went to work with you guys after the end of the tour!"

You can't help but let out a single, big laugh.

"Actually, I asked for her to come." He places his other hand on your shoulder.

She growls again.

Harry leans in and whispers in your ear. "M'gonna make a call, you okay here?"

You nod and smile, your eyes never leaving hers.

"I think it's time to go. Bye Sarah." He kisses your cheek and she doesn't try to stop him this time.

"You stupid bitch." She mumbles, as soon as Harry's out of earshot. "You're fucking done."

You roll your eyes. "Bye Sarah," and move to close the door. Before you can shut it all the way, she grabs your wrist.

You yank your arm away from her. "Don't touch me."

She suddenly swings her hand to slap you, but you block it with your arm and push her away, causing her to stumble backwards.

"Oh my god! You'll regret this. Say goodbye to your job, and goodbye to your boy-toy, Y/N!" She smirks.

Harry suddenly appears back in the doorway. "Sarah, leave, now!" He demands.

She huffs, and rolls her eyes, then storms off back to her car.

You close the door and stand there staring at it, disbelief taking over, and all you can do is laugh.

"What the- are you okay, love?"

You nod, starting to laugh even harder. That entire interaction was ridiculously unbelievable and you can't help yourself.

You catch your breath, finally, and look up at him. "It's going to be super fun on tour..." You laugh, shaking your head.

"Umm… I actually already called Caroline. Amelia is going to fire her today."

You stop laughing.

"Oh god. Harry, I don't want special treatment. I don't want to get someone fired for being mean."

"Are you joking?" He looks baffled. "Y/N… she insulted you, she tried to sabotage you, she tried to hit you! Even if you weren't my girlfriend, I wouldn't allow that on our tour and on our team."

He pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head.

"You didn't deserve any of that. I'm so sorry."

"I'm okay, H. Promise."

He looks defeated for some reason. You grab his chin and get him to look at you.

"Safe, H. I'm safe."

He smiles. "Okay Sunshine."

"Can you play some more songs for me?" You ask, trying to turn his attention to something else.

"Sure." He takes your hand in his and leads you back to his music room.

He sits back down and grabs his notebook, turning to a new page that had a lot more scribbles than the last one.

"Umm… this one isn't quite done yet either… and, umm… yeah." He bounces on the seat a little to adjust his position. He makes eye contact with you for just a moment, before blushing and turning his gaze back to his notebook. He clears his throat.

(If I Could Fly)

For your eyes only

I show you my heart

For when you're lonely

And forget who you are

I'm missing half of me

When we're apart

Now you know me

For your eyes only

Your jaw drops and so does your gaze. Some tears trickling down both cheeks now.

"You still think you're not good enough, love?" He asks, cupping your chin. "I'm taking you out for lunch tomorrow, yeah? Today may be 'about me' but I want tomorrow to be for you."

[You've never been treated this well, you've never felt this way. Even with the bump in the road, you feel like the luckiest girl in the world]

You wipe your own tears away and grab his face.

"I love you Harry Styles."

"I love you too Y/N Y/L/N."

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Series Masterlist || Chapter 16 || Chapter 18

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[emilys-house]

Types of Harry replying to…“I miss you” ✰

AN: I’ve wanted to start doing these text imagine for a while now as I did them on instagram a few years back and I started to miss making them and thought tumblr would be a better place for them this time. This is the first of many I have planned so please feel free to send in some requests for future posts. Sorry if this isn’t that good I’m a bit rusty. Enjoy ✌️

Contains: Fluff, Implications of smut

{Sorry for any grammar, punctuation or spelling mistakes, I failed all of my English exams 😂}

Masterlist ✰

Fetus Harry:

Fratboy Harry:

Prince Hair Harry:

Long Hair Harry:

Dunkirk/HS1 Harry:

Fine Line Harry:

Current Harry:

Dylan (SNL Sara lee skit character):

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[jarofstyles]

Stay Right Here

This is a variation of Alpharry prince and Omega Maid… I hope you enjoy <3 sorry in advance.

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WC: 1.6 k

Warnings: slight angst, ABO dynamics, smut, knotting mention

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“No one smells as divine as you do.” His nose buried in the crook of her neck, Y/N laid on his bed with her fingers gently combing through his hair. It was hard to be a prince. Y/N knew just as well as anyone, being on the palace property, that he had a lot of work to do and a lot of appearances to keep. Especially considering she was his chosen confidant.

“Thank you, my prince.” Her breathy voice was soft, a smile lighting her face as she felt him grumble and nibble on her skin.

“Harry or Alpha in this room.”

His pout could be felt when he released her flesh from his skin. “I am not a prince here. I am but a simple Alpha, laying with his dream omega.” The words were bittersweet. So sweet because she loved that out of all th omegas, all the people in the kingdom and the faraway lands he had travelled, she was his dream. Bitter because she could not have him. That one day, he would be betrothed to an omega of nobility. They usually avoided that topic unless it was to praise her.

“I apologize, Alpha.” She sweetened her tone, ignoring the twinge of pain she knew his heart matched. “I know you’ve had a hard day. It saddens me that you are put under such burdens.” Her voice was a vibration against him, making him relax further into her plushy body. Warm, soft, beautiful. Harry adored each and every inch. Every touch made him light up, melt, be in a puddle of the things he had been in need of and no one else could provide.

“No apologies.” He mumbled, puckering his lips on her bare skin, travellling down. “Having you nude in my chambers at the end of the day is enough of a blessing for me to overlook it. My beautiful gift.” His body was also nude, strong and unblemished besides the ink on his skin and the little scars on his knuckles from sparring, and the one on his knee from falling from a tree when he was but a pup. It had been the last time he had done so, as his father had deemed him too old for pup like behaviors- He was only 7 years at that point.

“Of course.” She replied, body arching into his touch. Y/N had felt like his since they’d met. She had begun her work at the palace when he had been on a voyage to a faraway kingdom. It was fine work, they were treated and paid fairly, and it was calm besides the balls and the pre planned dinner parties. It had been 2 months of calm, destroyed by green eyes and a killer smirk when he arrived back home.

Harry had personally requested Y/N to be his maid. His personal one. She had looked so tired at his arrival ball, so beautiful, smelling so sweet.. he felt it to be criminal to let an omega like that be worked to the bone when she could tend to him and his needs. There weren’t too many. She stoked his fire when he lit one, prepared his ritual baths, folded and set out his clothes… and soon enough, warmed his bed.

It was no secret. It could not be. His scent overpowered her own, but the royals did not care so long as she kept up with her duties and harry, his. It wasn’t uncommon for royal men to sample the offerings, and Y/N had been more than willing. They had a lovely connection and she had been able to keep the prince’s temper in control. There was also the fact that she and harry spent so much time around one another that their rut and heat corresponded, making it perfect to keep them together out of convenience. Harry need not take on any omega for his rut that they would need to check the background of, no need to question the motives. She was a benefit to the crown, so long as she knew her place. Y/N didn’t speak out of turn around other royals, aware of the position and blessing it seemed to be. They had made it abundantly clear that Harry was to marry a royal omega and she would go back to her other duties or be moved when that time came.

“You are safe now. This room is for us to relax and enjoy one another.” Harry spoke against warm skin, moving between her breasts and rubbing his face in between them. Scenting her, coating her in the second best claim he could give. “I had a hard day, but it is time for us now, sweet girl.” His lips puckered to kiss right between her breasts, slowly making his way down to her stomach. This was their fantasy world. The lock was bolted, no one could disturb their peace but themselves, and Y/N was not one to interrupt the prince when he began to drift into their dream life.

It was foolish, perhaps, to pretend to be mates in the safety net of this room. Foolish and destined for heartbreak, but when he kissed her stomach and mumbled about giving her a child in there, the rest of the world melted away and she allowed herself to imagine it. To imagine a piece of him inside of her.

When he made his way up and locked their lips, her legs spread open for him, awaiting what she knew they’d both needed after a long day. His lips swallowed her broken moan as he pushed into her, filling her to the brim as he smoothed her hair back from her cheek. The connection between their bodies, the pulsing of his thick cock filling her up comforted her. This was them. Naked and connected, relaxing in the most intimate way possible.

“I need it.” Pleas were soft against his lips, hands smoothing down his muscled back as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Alpha.. please.” Her swollen lips from his hour of kissing beforehand and her silky skin from their shared bath felt like heaven against the alpha’s body. This was what he always craved. Her honeyed scent and her sweet cunt wrapped around him while she pleaded for him. Someone who adored him and he adored in ways that were unfathomable to him. She had a faith and an adoration for him that he had always dreamt of. No one could ever be better for him than this omega. This dream woman.

“I’ll give you whatever it is you want. My light.” He rasped against her lips, pushing as deep as possible and simply letting them enjoy the connection. The slick around his cock, the need to spill into her, her fluttering around him and trying to keep him in this deep position. “I know you’re craving a knot. I’ll give it to you, little angel of mine.” He rubbed their noses together, pulling out slowly and letting her feel every bump and ridge while he did the same thing. He pressed his lips back against hers to absorb her whine, growling back against her mouth while he repeated his actions and pushed in slow and steady. Her hole adjusted to him, sucking him back in greedily. Like she was made for him, pulling him in with her heels on the curve of his ass.

“So full. You fill me perfectly, Harry.” She looked at him with wet eyes, the stretch and the fullness making her tear up. No one else could ever or would ever make her feel this complete. “I don’t want anything but your cock inside of me. It’s made to fill me and I’m made for your knot. I need it so badly I ache.” She cupped his cheek. “Please, please. Pleasure yourself too. I’ve been dreaming of it all day long.”

Harry couldn’t say no to her. Never could tell her no when she made him feel as if he was floating despite the weights on his shoulders. Made him defy gravity when everyone else was trying to keep him buried in the earth. Y/N built him up.

“I’ve dreamt of you all day long. Having your scent on me isn’t enough.” He grumbled, angling his hips a bit further out to give it to her deeper. The reward was instant, tightening up around him and her keening whine as fingers dug into the flesh of his back. “Need you wrapped around my cock all day. Need you in my lap, smell you from the source as I work. I’m going mad. I want to bite your neck and keep you attached to my knot. Perfect omega f’me.”

Y/N keened as she felt the satisfying filling of him. In and out, filling her to the brim each time. Sparks ignited behind her eyes as he pushed her to her limits, reaching spots only he ever could. She had tried to replicate it with her fingers but nothing could compare. No one got her this wet, slicking up the length so much there was a threat to slip out each time he pulled back enough to fully thrust back in. Something Harry moaned about.

“Dripping cunt, so soft for me. I want to stay here.” He melted into her neck, nipping at the skin. His teeth ached, he wanted to bite so badly it made him whine- but he couldn’t. Not without consequences, consequences that would be worse for her than him and he loved her far too much than to make that hell happen for her. “I want to stay right here. My heaven.”

If only he could.

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[loversipod]

Pretty Boy

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

Pairing: shy boyfriend!harry x fem!reader

Wordcount: 2,9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm.”

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

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

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

“What’s wrong dad?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

“And that is?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He always said those words but never got them back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your little freak?”

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

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

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

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

His girl always feels so safe in his arms.

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

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

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

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

“Can I do your blush?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Handjob?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

It’s true love.

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

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

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

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

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

It’s a beautiful late summer day.

“Look at me, please,” her prince keeps his eyes on her face. She’s glowing thanks to the sun. “Love you so much.”

They are so in love.

His soft lips left some light kisses on her own lips. His thrusts are slow and steady. She can’t help but pulls him deeper. Harry moans and whimpers too. He’s sensitive too and doing it without a condom feels incredibly good for him too.

Morning sex is the best.

All her soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears. The room is filled with sex sounds. Harry’s thrust is getting harder, clenched down on him. He hits all the right spots.

He stops a whiny sound coming out of her mouth, he pushes y/n soft, small hands from his shoulders. “Prince, are you okay?” She asks with a sleepy voice.

She knew he would always be the shy boy. It gets better but some days he doesn’t talk at all and keeps quiet around her. “Will you tell me what's wrong with you?” Y/n kissed his damp skin.

“I want to cover up.” He said with a broken voice.

She pouts, “really? Wanna draw some hearts on you.”

“That would help,” he smiles again. He takes his big hand in her small palm. He grounds his hips deeply inside her. Y/n immediately clenched down on him. She’s close, she draws hearts on his back and fills the air with pornographic sounds. “Fuck– come for me. Get me all dirty please,” he continues his deep thrusts.

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

Her orgasm came over her. She whines and moans into his mouth and Harry is close too. His balls are heavy and waiting for release. “I‘m– fuck close,” his eyes roll back in pleasure. He finished in y/n for the first time. His head drops to y/n shoulder as he rides his orgasm out. He stayed a short moment inside her warmth.

Her lover gets a warm washcloth, wipes her mess, cleans. As he promised her he cuddles again with her. She’s so tired all she wants to do is sleep. Harry helped her into some new boxers and a shirt. “Love you so much my angel,” he pressed a soft kiss onto her hair. He wore some boxers too and kept kissing y/n and thanked her.

“Love you too,” she murmurs. Another sentence she said was; “I’m obsessed with your body,” before falling back asleep. It made him smile so much and some happy tears ran down his cheeks.

They are definitely doing it again without a condom.

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[cinemastyles-blog]

Best Tutor Ever

Summary: a Wattpad request by SarahTrace789 - “The second idea was Harry is a good boy and she is the bad girl whose grade in math class is bad and she needs to get her it up to graduate so she exchanges sex lessons with Harry for tutoring lessons.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, student!y/n, student!harry, goodboy!harry, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, oral (both), filth

Master

PRINCE HAIR HARRY

“I need at least a B to pass, right?”

The teacher nods, “Yes, at least a B.”

“Got it. Thank you!” You stand up and grab your books before walking out of the room. You head to the cafeteria and sit down at the table.

“I need at least a B to pass math, then I can officially walk at graduation. I don’t know what else to do.” You complain and roll your eyes with a huff.

“Why don’t you talk to that Harry kid. He’s pretty smart from what I’ve heard.”

“Who?” You asks looking around, confused because you know someone named Harry. You grew up with him, he just kinda fell off because you became popular and he didn’t.

Y/f/n taps your shoulder and points, “The guy sitting at the end of the table over there.”

“Striped dress shirt?”

She nods, “uh huh, I guess he’s like stupid smart. Kinda nerdy. Not my vibe.”

You bite your lip, “You know what, I’m going to.”

Your friends watch as you walk over to Harry and sit down across from him. He slowly looks up at you and you’re kinda taken a back by how pretty he is.

“Hello?”

You blink and shake your head, “Sorry, i um.. i know it’s awful timing, and I’m a shitty person blah blah, but I have a favor to ask you.”

“No. I can’t help you study for math so you can graduate, y/n.”

You lean back, “How did you know that that’s what I was going to ask you.”

He smirks and tilts his head, “We’ve known each other since the second grade. You’ve never been good with math.”

You’re lost at what to say, but you need to say something.

“See. That’s perfect then. You come over tonight and we can catch up on everything.” You smile and hope he says yes.

“Mm. I’m good, thanks.” He looks back down at his notebook.

“Harry.” You whine quietly, “Please?”

He looks up and laughs, “What’s in it for me?”

You look up at him and shrug, “Whatever you want.”

“Tempting.” He leans back and presses his lips together in a dry smirk.

You close your eyes and lean in, “I will send you a picture of my tits.”

He finds your negotiating absolutely hilarious, “Wow. How classy.” He rolls his eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay. Just please actually think about it.” You lay your hands on the table, “I’ll do anything.”

He squints his eyes slightly and tilts his head, “Anything?” He asks with a smirk.

You laugh slightly and nod, “I guess, Harry. Im desperate, if you couldn’t already tell.”

He sighs and shakes his head, “Fine.”

“Yes?” You ask staring at him.

He nods, “Yeah, fine. But I’m only giving you one night. So after that, you’re on your own again.”

You smirk and stand up. Before walking away, you lean down and whisper, “Please after one night with me you’ll be hooked.”

You walk back to your table and sit down before you embarrass yourself even further, “So I’m pretty sure I just um.. exchanged sex acts for tutoring.”

——

After school you rush straight home. Ignoring everyone in your path.

If you were correct and Harry wanted to collect, you wanted to be ready.

Thankfully, your parents are leaving for a three day work trip, so you’ll have the house all to yourself.

And Harry.

You immediately stripped your clothes off and got into the shower. It was an everything shower, so you couldn’t waist another second.

You shave, exfoliate, wash, rinse, repeat.

You step out and wrap a towel around your hair and around your body. You do your skin care and go pick out an outfit.

You didn’t want to seem too slutty, but at the same time, you really did want to thank him for helping you.

So you opt for the simple, but very still very sexy bra set and put it on after you lathered your entire body in the best smelling lotion you had.

You threw on shorts and an old baggy t shirt and go to dry your hair.

You weren’t sure what time Harry was coming over, you just agreed on tonight, no specific time.

You go down stairs and it must be perfect timing because there’s a knock on your door. Suddenly, your heart decides to pick up its speed and you feel nervous.

You walk over and open the door, “Hey, Harry. Come in.” You open the door more and step aside.

He gives you a smile as he walks in, “Hey.”

“You can set you stuff wherever.” You close the door and lock it, “Thank you for actually showing up.”

You walk around the corner and lean against the wall. He gets his notes out and looks over at you. His eyes scan up your bare legs and slowly make their way to your eyes, “No problem. Do you have your notes.”

You look around, “Uh. Yes. They’re around here somewhere.” You search for them and pull them out from under your laptop, “Here.”

He nods and pulls out the chair and sits down.

You lay them down and sit down in the chair next to Harry as he goes through his notes.

You sit there awkwardly, unsure of what to say exactly.

Harry glances over at you, “I like your shirt.”

You smile and look down at your Green Bay tee, “Oh, thanks.”

Harry leans forward to move stuff around, “So do you know what you need to study?”

“She wrote it down for me.” You grab the sticky note and hand it to harry. He takes it and nods as he glances over it, “Okay. I have all of these.”

He hands the note back to you and his eyes gaze at your legs. He swallows and clears his throat.

You move your chair closer to him and reach up to grab your pen. You lean back and bend your leg up to rest your notebook on it.

Harry glances back over at you and he freezes as he sees your lace panties peaking through the leg hole of your shorts.

“What’s first?” You look over at him and rest the end of your pen against your cheek. You spread your legs just a tad bit more, teasing him.

“Yeah, first.” He turns back towards the table and picks up his pencil, “So the algebra portion, that really isn’t bad, here I’ll walk you through an easy one and we’re pick harder ones as we go.”

You nod and write down the problem as he explains it, “Now, look over that for a minute.”

Harry takes his sweatshirt off and hangs it on the back of the chair. He turns and you notice his tattoos, “I like those.”

“Wh- oh these?” He looks at his arm and pulls the half unbuttoned parts of his shirt open, “I have more.”

You bite your lip as you see the images on his chest, “Wow. Did they hurt?”

He shrugs, “Eh.”

“I just have one, it’s tiny.”

“Let’s see it.” Harry turns towards you, leaning back in the seat as he rests his elbow on the arm rest.

You smirk and shake your head, “Oh gosh, no.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He winks and starts to undo his shirt fully.

You slowly pull your shirt up, showing him the three little word phrase under your boob. You don’t even try to keep your lingerie a secret, you both know that Harry isn’t just there to help you study.

“What are ya wearin’ that pretty thing for?” Harry leans over and brushes his finger against the lace.

You bite your lip and look down at his touch, “For you.” You breathe out as you look up at him, “I wore this to surprise you for when you took my clothes off.”

He bites his lip and smiles for a few moments. He then reaches out, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him.

You fall forward, landing in his lap weirdly, “Oh shit.” You scoot up, moving your self around so you can straddle him.

He grips the bottom of your shirt and you raise your arms as he lifts it up over your head.

He drops it to the ground as his eyes start scanning your newly exposed skin, “Fuck, y/n.”

You bite your lip and tilt your head, “What?”

He blows out air and rests his hands on your hips, “I knew you were going to be hot, but I didn’t know it would be this hot.”

Harry’s words make your stomach do a somersault, “Fuck.” You gasp, “I mean.” You laugh slightly, “yeah, no. Fuck because I thought the same thing about you.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “No, you didn’t.”

“Hey, I never forgot about you.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that you never tried to reconnect with me. You got too cool for me and no-“

You cut him off by kissing him. His hands pull your closer and he presses his hips upwards into yours, “Fuck.” He groans, “You piss me off.”

“So use me to get all your anger out.” You lean in and kiss down his neck, “Fuck me, Harry.”

“I’ll also collect my tutoring payment while I’m here.” He smirks and chuckles before he leans in to kiss you. He slides his hands up your back and unhooks your bra.

He drags the thin fabric down your arms and drops it, exposing your tits.

“You got some nice tits on ya, love.” Harry reaches up and starts to knead them. You moan out and slide your hands around his shoulders, tugging at the hair your fingers can get tangled in.

“Shit.” He moans out quietly, “can you get on your knees for me?”

“Anything for the person that’s going to help me graduate.” You give him a smirk and stand up. You go to kneel down but he stops you, “Wait.”

“What?” You ask looking up at him.

“Take off those shorts.” Harry nods as he undoes his belt and jeans. He pushes them down his legs and leans back, stroking his cock as he watches you.

“Turn around.”

You bite your lip and turn around, poking your ass out towards Harry. He groans lowly, “Fucking hell. C’mere.”

You spin back around and walk over to him, getting down on your knees in front of him. You don’t wait for his instruction, you just get right to it.

You wrap your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue as you work into a slow bobbing motion.

Harry moans and tilts his head back, “Fuck.”

You hum against him and work your head down further. You relax enough and slip him into your throat.

Harry gasps, “God, you’re so fucking good at this.” He moans and lays a hand on the back of your head, “Shit, that’s it.”

You pull your head up, looking up at him as you catch your breathe.

He gives you a smirk, “No wonder you’re not good at math.”

You roll your eyes, “Was ‘you’re so good at giving head’ too hard for you to say?” You laugh slightly and run your hands up his thighs.

His eyes follow them as you run them up towards his cock.

He gasps quietly when you wrap your hand around him. You start to pump it slowly, placing little kisses up his thighs.

“Don’t tease me, y/n.”

You look up at him, “I’m not.” You move up and place your lips on the tip of his cock, slowly poking your tongue out to swirl it around.

“I should be quizzing you on your math right now.” Harry can’t help but laugh which causes you to laugh. You lean back and tilt your head with a smile, “Way to kill the mood.”

He shrugs, still laughing, “Sorry.”

“I’ll let it slide this time.”

He bites his lip and looks down at you with a look that causes your pussy to clench around nothing, “Get up here.” He grabs a hold of your wrists and pulls you to stand up.

“Turn around.” He spins you around and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He slides them down your legs, leaning in to kiss the small of your back.

“Bend over, as far as you can.” He pushes on your back and leans back. He bites his lip as he watches your pussy become visible, “Fuck.”

He slides his hands to your ass cheeks and squeezes as he spreads them apart, “You have such a beautiful pussy, y/n.”

Harry leans in and licks a stripe up your folds, getting them wet before he slips it between them. You gasp and place your hands on his knees to support yourself.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan out, “Yes, yes.”

You dig your nails into his skin and he groans against you. You push your hips back into his face more, moaning out his name in a whiny tone.

He buries his tongue inside of you for a few more minutes before he leans back, “Fuck, sit.”

He grabs his cock and holds it steady for you. You sit up and slowly lower our hips. You moan and close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock enter your soaked cunt, “Fuck, Harry.”

“Relax, y/n.. That’s just the beginning.” He smirks as he grips your hips and lowers your down onto his cock a little faster.

He groans as your walks pulsate around his cock. He lets out a few moans and groans as you grind your hips downward.

He squeezes your hips and pushes his up, causing you to feel more pressure which feels good, “Oh, shit, y-yes.”

You tilt your head back and Harry leans up, wrapping his arm around your stomach, “Lean, back here.” You lean back against his chest and bite your lip as you listed to him speak, “Bring your legs up, I’m gonna hold them.”

You nodded and did as he said, you had to slip off his cock, but once he got his arms hooked under your legs, you were golden.

You reach down and slip his cock back into you, moaning as you feel him pushing deeper inside of you. He thrusts his hips faster and you could feel your orgasm coming.

“Fuck, H-Harry..” you lay your head back on his shoulder and let out a moan as you clench around his cock, “shit, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Your orgasm hit you hard. Harry lays his hand on your clit, rubbing as your talks you through your high.

It was in this moment that you realized you are on absolute full display in your family dining room.

Like, if someone would walk through the front door, they would see you spread open, butt ass naked, with Harry’s cock pounding in and out of your pussy as he squeezes your boobs and rubs your clit with the other.

The thought of getting caught did give you an adrenaline rush, though.

“Fuck.” You tilt your head back and close your eyes as you pant, “When did you get good at this?” You laugh weakly.

He chuckles and leans in, “I’ve always been good. You’ve just been too good for me to find out.” He pecks you head quick and leans back smiling.

You shake your head and stand up to face him. You manage to straddle him comfortably, “Yeah, yeah. My fault I know.” You roll your eyes and bite your lip as you sit back on his cock.

He wraps an arm around your waist and watches as his cock thrusts in and out of you, “So,” Harry groans, “Re-remember how I said.. I was only going.. to, um.. do this once?”

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Yeah, that’s out the window.”

You smile and tilt your head back, moaning as you feel that familiar feeling building up again, “Fuck, fuck.”

He lays his hand on your clit and quickly rubs it, “There you go.”

You tangle your fingers in his long hair and pull, “Shit.” You moan and clench your thighs before leaning in to kiss him.

Your lips move in the most perfect sync. You start to grind your hips in a streaky rhythm and Harry pulls you closer. He lays on hand on your back and the other goes to your ass to squeeze.

You moan against his lips, gasping as he hits that little sweet spot every so often.

“I think.. we should make this.. a regular thing.. don’t you?” Harry asks in between kisses.

You smile against his lips, “I.. totally agree with.. that..”

He thrusts his hips up, “Fuck, you feel fuckin’ incredible, y/n.”

“I love your cock.” You whimper as you grind downward, “Fuck, Harry.”

His fingers dig into your skin, “Let’s go to the couch.”

You stand up and wait for him. He stands up and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

“You’re so fuckin beautiful.” He smiles but quickly frowns, “But you still piss me off sometimes.”

You smirk, “I’m sorry.”

He sighs as he lays you down on the couch, “I guess I’ll let it slide, just this once.”

He slips his cock back into you, closing his eyes as your legs wrap tighter around him.

He looks down at you and brushes hair from your face. He leans in and kisses you, “I’ve also missed you.”

You smile against his lips, “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry.”

You moan and cling to him as you cum around his cock again, “Fuck, fuck, harry.”

He watches your face, getting so lost in the way you look when you’re pleased, he didn’t realize he came inside of you.

“Oh. Shit. Shit.” He pulls out and you sit up, “What? Harry. What?”

He runs a hand through his hair and motions, “I didn’t pull out.”

You press your lips together and shrug, “Hmm?”

“I don’t- I’m sorry?” He laughs nervously and looks at you. You smirk, “Nothing we can do about it now.”

“Right on that one. Okay, um. Shall we actually study now?” Harry smiles as he nods towards the dining room.

You sigh and get up, “Yeah, but only if you promise to stay with me tonight and do what we just did again.” You bite your lip and giggle and you hold on to his arm.

“Mm, I’ll have to think about it.” Harry gives you a smirk and you roll your eyes.

——

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[eveningepiphany]

masterlist ✭

hello and welcome to my official masterlist! this will be updated regularly with every new work i post. thank you for all your ongoing support, all my love <3

the list is rather short at the moment, however it will continue to grow over time and we’ll definitely get a few series in here!

feel free to send in requests here

[*] indicates smut

—ONESHOTS (2022)

sick

Y/N is looking after harry when he’s got a bad case of the flu, and even though they’re both just friends, it’s clear they see each other as more than that.

and they were roommates*

when harry and Y/N have gone from longtime best friends to roommates, the lines that have been slowly blurring since their teen years are beginning to disappear altogether.

hotel room*

harry & Y/N are friends but it’s a love hate relationship with so much tension you can hardly breathe. this tension isn’t any better when they get stuck in a hotel room together for the night. and it only has one bed.

mistletoe*

[part one] [part two*]

you’re with the band at anne’s house the week of christmas and harry points out you’re both standing under a mistletoe.

—ONESHOTS (2023)

learn to knock*

not knocking on your door has led to harry walking in on you… with your hand between your legs.

lessons*

sitting on harrys couch, he gets it out of you that you have never intimately touched someone else, and he offers straight up for you to learn off him.

far from sober

[part one] [part two]

you’re incredibly drunk, and when you are it comes with you having an obscene lack of a filter. harry being the sweetheart he is, is trying to get you back into your hotel room in one piece. he was not ready for you to be so touchy.

manbun*

harry and you are about to fuck in the back of his car, and you want his hair out for it. little do you know how much he likes a bit of hair pulling.

butterfly*

you’re on a holiday with your family and family friends— including harry— who hasn’t had a shirt on this whole time and things amp up quickly in your hotel room.

reconnect*

lockdown is tough on both you and harry. you miss the feeling of physical touch so much you start chasing to fill that void in one another.

innocent*

while on the couch, harry ends up with innocent y/n on his lap, and she gets unexpectedly very worked up over his thigh being under her, and he does something about it.

tease*

seeing harry tonguing his guitar last night has you finally admitting the state he puts you in. and that’s never good when you’re a tour photographer. especially now you have photographic evidence of the moment.

go with it

your ex boyfriend— someone you never want to talk to again— is searching for you at a party. trying to do anything to deter him or get away, you spot harry, and a plan comes to fruition.

SERIES—

welcome to the final show

you take a beautiful sign to the final show and have the sweetest interaction with harry. then somehow bump into him in italy 2 days later. leading to an exchange of numbers, and a lot of falling in love.

[part one]

[part two]

[part three]

[part four]*

pirates gold

being a royal, you always knew you were meant to keep your wits about you. despite never fitting into your status, a lapse of your judgement leads you to getting taken captive by a group of pirates, and their captain, Harry.

[part one]

Insatiable*

harry is a prince, natalia is a spy for his court. both of them can’t stand one another, but natalia having to take any direct information she learns about the attempt on his life directly to him seems to put the pair in an interesting dynamic.

[part one]

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[babybluebex]

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

༻ ralph penbury (timewasters, 2017)

wizard: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done. ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. (fluff)

making waves: before a party, you do ralph's hair. (fluff)

marking ralph's cheeks with lipstick (fluff)

punishing ralphie for misbehaving (smut)

coked up ralphie fucks your ass (smut)

༻ jamie sampson (kin, 2017)

jamie tells you about harry (angst)

༻ koner (game of thrones, 2017)

only you series masterlist (koner x fem!reader): your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father marries you off to another man, and you do everything you can to stay with him and keep your love strong. (retired)

༻ peter grunauer (overlord, 2018)

reuniting after peter goes to war (angst)

sweet awkward reunion sex (smut)

༻ enjolras (bbc les miserables, 2018)

don't call it love: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed.(angst)

༻ prince paul (catherine the great, 2019)

out of the dark: marrying the prince of russia would be dream if he wasn’t such a dick, but a late night conversation leads to a mutual understanding. (smut)

paul yells at you (angst)

paul punishes you for flirting with someone else (smut)

༻ tom grant (make up, 2019)

5 minutes in heaven: your boyfriend finds an empty closet at work, and he convinces you to play a game of 7 (or 5) minutes in heaven. (smut)

stupid for you: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way. (smut)

boyfriend!tom headcanons (fluff)

teaching tom how to go down on you (smut)

tom convinces you to try anal (smut)

tom takes care of you when you're sick (fluff)

making you smile after a hard day (fluff)

cuddling with tom (fluff)

༻ pub!charlie (best move along, 2019)

pub!charlie headcanons(fluff)

nsfw pub!charlie headcanons(smut)

༻ billy knight (cb strike, 2020)

breeding kink (smut)

handjobs (smut)

camilla (fluff)

༻ eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024)

a medium place: your husband, eric, spends too much time at the office, and he assures you that you’re a priority in his life. (smut)

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[haileybeehappy]

Fuck Buddies - Harry Styles

Harry and Y/n are college friends. With benefits, rules set in place to keep each other at arms distance keep getting broken. What happens when Harry drops a bomb on her?

Warnings: none really. No smut yet. Some fluff I guess? Cute soft college Harry. Golden retriever Harry.

Word count: 2.9k

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS <3 I love you all so much and this really gave me the kick in the butt to finally finish this piece. Though I’m posting it from my phone cause I’m on vacation and don’t have my laptop with me so it’s a lil wonky <3 love you guys so much thank you.

(I fuckin love prince Harry era. Almost as much as long hair Harry soooo that’s what we’re going for here. Just sayin)

Friends with benefits with no feelings doesn't really work. Not with Y/n at least. She caught feelings fast. Especially when the friend she’s fucking is the hottest. Cutest. Sweetest man she has ever met. Harry Styles. Haz as she calls him. And as seniors in college it’s not like they have much time for relationships anyways. But here they are three months into their arrangement.

If she ever told Harry about her feelings he would end the arrangement right away because that was rule number one. No feelings. Along with no dates. No sleep overs. And no cuddles. But they broke the no cuddles rules all the time. So here she was laying in bed after a very satisfying go around and he fell asleep. She wanted to savor the feeling of laying next to him before she woke him up. She traced the scratches across his back that she had just put there a little while before. His slightly longer than normal hair was swept in curls at the base of his neck. She ghosts her fingers up the center of his spine to the dark chocolate curls. She runs her fingernails along his scalp. A whispered groan leaves his throat.

“Haz you gotta get up, go home,” she whispered. He began to mumble and whine

“I’m so tired, go away,” he grumbled.

“No Harry. Now come on I have to get ready for my shift at the coffee shop,” she whips off the covers and expose both of their naked bodies. His body tenses at the cold he turns to look at her but his eyes are still closed. He slowly opens his eyes. The soft green makes her heart skip a beat.

“Just go I’ll sleep here,”

“No sleep overs,”

“Rules are made to be broken Y/n,” He chuckles.

“You better be gone when I get out of the shower,” He gives her a chuckle and wiggles back under the covers. She gets out of bed and drags herself to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her and clicking on the lights in one fluid motion. She stands in front of herself in the mirror and examines her body. Little marks scatter her skin. Barely noticeable but she sees them. Feathered kisses that turned into sloppy open mouth breaths and then to light bite marks down the length of her torso and down in between her legs. She lets out a sigh.

“Shoulda made no marks a rule too,” she laughs. Once she’s standing under the hot stream of water she hears the door click open and shut. She doesn’t look but speaks. “You better be in here to be taking a wee,” she mocks his accent. His arms then envelope her waist.

“That was going to be the excuse but I got distracted,” he hums into the skin of her shoulder.

“Mmm, well Mr.Styles,” she turns to face him and he immediately places a kiss to her lips causing her to quiet. He pulls back only to plant another one on her. He finally pulls away for real after a few more pecks.

“Got I love your lips,” her heart jumps at the word love. Like it’s telling her to say ‘HEY! HEY! HARRY I LOVE YOU TOO!! She runs her hands from his sides up to chest crossing over his inked skin. Coming to the back of his neck to bring his face to hers. The words at the tip of her tongue. His mouth collides with her causing her head to clear and make the need between her legs grow. His hands scoop her up and bring her to the edge of the shower. A yelp escapes her as she makes contact with the cold tile. Which sends the both of them into a fit of laughter.

“Holy shit that’s cold,” she laughs. He sets her down and smiles through the kisses he continues to press against her skin.

“Sorry baby,” the nickname sends shivers down her spine. She is now back in the spray warming her body. She then pushes him away from her. A frown etches itself into his face.

“I have to actually shower before I work so get outta here,” He goes to grab at her and she slaps his hand. “No, go home you horny bastard,” He just smiles and stays where he is.

“Shower then,” when he still didn’t move she just turned around and continued her shower routine. By the time she started to rinser her the shampoo from her hair he had left the bathroom.

. . .

Once she was done with her shower and dressed she made her way out of her single bedroom into the living area. Harry was standing in her kitchen wearing just boxers and socks. Music blasting in the sound system Harry said you just had to have. He is using the whisk as a microphone in between stirring the pancake batter.

“I have to open the coffee shop, Harry. I can't stay for breakfast,” she laughs.

“I know, these pancakes are for me,” He smiles.

“Well why are you making them in my kitchen? With my ingredients?”

“I don’t have any,” He points at her with the whisk. Flinging batter in a line across her body. The white of the batter contrasted against her black outfit. Harry holds back a smile.”Shit I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Harry!” she gasps. “I’m already late,” She whined. His lips are rolled into his mouth concealing a smile.

“I really didn’t mean to do that,” he clicks off the stove and puts down the whisk. She is just standing there with her arms frozen where they were when he doused her in batter. He grabs her hands and brings them down to her sides, not letting go just letting their intertwined hands hang. “I’m sorry, let me go get dresses and you can change and I’ll drive you so you don’t have to use the bus?” she makes her thinking face. “I know you like using the bus but this will save you time,”

“Okay fine,” she didn’t like Harry offering to drive her anymore because she hated to seem like a burden. Also why not use public transportation when you can? They made their way to her bedroom and began changing clothes. As she looked over at him buttoning and zipping his pants and her undoing hers his eyes caught hers and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk?

“You like what you see Y/n?” She catches her bottom lip in a smile. Shaking her head.

“You’re so annoying,”

“That’s not what you said last night,”

“Oh shut it Styles,” She laughs. She goes to her closet and grabs another simple outfit. Jeans and one of her band tees. Well it used to be Harry’s but he left it here one night after their escapades and she has since claimed it her own. After the fabric falls over her torso Harry comes up behind her in the mirror, his eyes finding hers in the reflection. He then eyes her up and down.

“Seeing you in my clothes gets hotter every time,” he places a kiss on her shoulders. His hands coming up to hold her waist. “Makes me feel things I shouldn’t want to feel,” He continues kissing up her neck. Her head falls and meets his shoulder revealing more skin he greedily attacks. Her heart skips a beat as the words leave his lips. Could he like her? Was he just talking dirty? She had no clue and didn’t wanna hurt her feelings if it was just talk. She pulls away as his hands were nearing her chest.

“I have to get to work Harry,” she groans. His shoulders slump as she pulls away. They shuffle out of her room. Out of her apartment and out into the parking garage to Harry’s car. An older camaro that he has been working on for years. His baby. The ride to her work is quiet and boring. As he pulls into the parking lot. He grabs her arm.

“Gimme your apartment key,” he grabs at her purse and she snactches it.

“Why?” she gives him a look.

“I wanna go clean my mess and make my pancakes?” she rolls her eyes and takes the key off the chain.

“Don’t leave a mess and just leave it in the doorframe spot when you leave,” he smiles at her.

“Thank you love,” she can’t help the smile that breaks across her face.

. . .

Her six hour shift was never ending. She got yelled at far too many times. She messed up far too many orders and got far too little tips. So when Harry came in when she had twenty minutes left of her shift she felt like she was gonna break down. His presence just does something to her. She had to take a minute before getting back to the rush. Harry got his black coffee and sat at the table closest to the counter. She could feel him watching her and it made the hairs on her neck stand on end.

“You okay Y/n?” her co-worker asks. “You seem like, on edge or something,” she just shrugs.

“I’m just feeling off, I don't know,” she shrugs again.

“Adriane just got here so you can head out a little early if you want?” Y/n nods and reaches up to untie her apron.

“I think I’ll take you up on that thank you,” you let out a breath. Make yourself a coffee before clocking out and you are in front of Harry.

“Whatcha doin?” she asks.

“Coming to pick up a friend,” he smiles at her.

“Oh really?” He nods and stands. Grabbing her bag off her shoulder and walking out the door. He slips the strap over his shoulder. She follows behind him grabbing at his coat sleeve when squeezing in between patrons. He reaches out from the fabric and laces his fingers with hers and her heart skips a beat. She suppresses a smile with a nose scrunch and squeezes his fingers. Once they escape the flood of people feening for their caffeine she takes a deep breath of stinging cold air. The tension releases from her shoulders and she sighs.

“Long day?” Harry asks. His hand was still wrapped with hers.

“Never ending,” she has the urge to lean into him and warm her body with his but fear of rejection stopped her. It’s always what stops her. He pulls at her hand dragging her down the sidewalk.

“Well talk about it,” he pulls her close to him causing the length of their arms to touch. “I couldn’t park anywhere close so we gotta go around the block okay?” she nods.

“Well I was yelled at like a million times. I fucked up way to many orders and we have been so busy all day i only got like one ten ish minute break,” she let out a big sigh. “I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for like a year,” he huffs out a laugh.

“Well we can do that,”

“We?” she asks

“I may have lost my keys. I have no idea where they went,” he held up her key between his pointer and thumb. “But I still have yours,” he smiles cheekily. She snatches the key from his hand and tries to put it back on her key ring. The cold caused her fingers to shake and made her unable to get the key on the ring. Harry’s hand comes over hers and grabs the key from her. “I got it,” his hands are warm and unshaking, letting him slip the key on the ring easily.

“Thank you,” he slips the key ring into his pocket and grabs her hand and slips both of their intertwined fingers into his pocket.

“I guess you can stay at my place until you can get into yours,” she shrugs.

“Good because Lord knows I don’t have anywhere else to go,” his cute dimpled smile can always coax a grin out of her. Usually complimented by a blush across her cheeks.

“What about Mitch’s place?”

“He just got a girlfriend and they,” he pauses and cocks his head slightly. “Have been going at it like rabbits,” causing both of them to chuckle. “I swung by the other day and they were just fuckin right on the couch. So I just turned around and walked out,” she slowly moves over and presses herself into Harry’s body. The cold chills her to the bone.

“Ah okay,” she nods. “You can sleep on the couch cause you’re a blanket hog,” he pushes against you and laughs.

“Yeah, so says the bed hog. You had me smushed into the corner all night. What self respecting adult has a corner bed?”

“I have a tiny room okay?” They had finally made their way to the car and Harry was opening her door for her.

“Well we will just have to see where we fall asleep love,” and with that he closes the door with a smirk.

“Honey.” she whispers to herself as he makes his way over to his door and gets into the car. He turns the key in the ignition and the air blasts sending a shock down her spine.

“It’ll get warm I promise,” He quickly pulled out of the parking space and off they went. The ride back to Y/n’s apartment is quiet but comfortable. The heat finally starts to kick in right as Harry pulls into the designated parking space for her apartment.

“So. I may have cleaned up the apartment a bit. Um,” he awkwardly twitches his neck. “I started with my mess and it just kinda spiraled from there,” he shrugs. She rolls her eyes at him.

“Why can’t you just leave my mess alone,” she laughs.

“Because I’m at your apartment more than mine and it drives me crazy,” the pair had made it out of the car and to the back entrance of the complex. Y/n unlocks the door and makes her way into the building Harry slowly trailing behind her. She stops at the wall of mail boxes and searches through her never ending key ring to find the mailbox key.

“How did you manage to lose your keys but still drive?” She asks as she finally finds the key and inserts it into the lock.

“I took it off to get a copy. Made the copy. Lost both keys,” he shrugs sheepishly.

“Why did you need a copy?” She closes the mailbox locks it up and starts sifting through the mail. They make their way up the stairs.

“I lost my spare,” she rolls her eyes.

“You know. You’re kind of a dumbass,” Y/n scoffs.

“Yeah but I’m your dumbass right?” She gives him a look.

“I mean I guess,” Harry shrugs. Once they’ve made it up three flights of stairs she lets them into her apartment. Once the door is open she can smell the pine-sol and cleaners.

The floor basically sparkles and not a stray piece of clothing around. All the dishes are tucked into the small kitchen. The dingy old couch has VACUUM LINES?!

“Harry what did you do? How long were you cleaning?”

“Your place was a mess Y/n. I had to do something,” he says as he dumps himself into the couch limbs flopping everywhere.

“I would've gotten to it!” She says. Which causes Harry to let out a laugh.

“When?! When your lease is up?” He smiles.

She grabs a pillow off the armchair and throws it at him. Then makes her way to the kitchen. Harry watches her open the fridge from his spot on the couch. She opens the door to a fridge stocked full of food.

“HAROLD!” She groans. “Why did you do this!” He smiles and drops his head back on the couch.

“So. Um,” he coughs. “We need to talk?” He asks more than commands.

“Harry?” She says. In a way that condemns him to speak. “What is it?”

“I may have been kicked out of my apartment yesterday,” she doesn’t say anything. She stands there with her mouth agape and her eyes wide. “Fuckin Chad,” he laughs at the nickname you had given his roommate at the beginning of the year. “He took my keys. Packed my shit and left it in the hall with a note saying. Sorry bro. Gotta find a new place,” he shrugs.

“Did you tell the RA?! That’s not okay! He can’t just kick you out of your dorm room. It’s not his to kick you out of?!” She has since closed the fridge and is now pacing the kitchen floor.

“No I just took my shit and put it in the back of my car and now I’m here,” he stands himself up from the couch and makes his way to her. Grasping her arms in his hands and stopping her from wearing a hole in the floor. “I mean I figured since I basically already live here I could crash with you for a bit?” She freezes. Her eyes stare into his. He can almost see her brain running one hundred miles a minute thinking about it. After what feels like a lifetime of silence he sighs.

“I’ll just go stay with Mitch then,” he lets go of her bus she grabs his shirt just before he’s out if her reach.

“No, you can stay here,” he looks at her with a raised brow. Almost like he’s asking ‘but?’ She sighs and rolls her eyes. “But we’re not fucking,” she lets go of him and walks to her bedroom. He rolls his lips into his mouth and breathes out of his nose. As her door closes behind her he shrugs and lets out a little.

“We’ll see,” and smiles.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #prince harry #lhh!harry

[thebadgerclan]

Return

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: The Prince’s return to Ravka..

Smut!

The messenger had flagged your carriage down as you traveled on the backroads, headed towards the sanctuary your husband had prepared.  “His Highness has returned,” the harried woman said, easing her horse to a halt.  “The Sun Summoner is with him, and they will be joining you at the Spinning Wheel.”  You straightened in your seat, immediately interested.  Nikolai had been away for nearly a month and a half, outsourcing his efforts to bring Alina Starkov to the Crown.  And now he was home, in East Ravka.

“Oh, how wonderful!” your mother-in-law said.  “When is he expected to arrive?”  “Soon, moya tsaritsa,” the messenger replied.  “He and Miss Starkov set off shortly after landing.  I was instructed to find and notify you before continuing on to the Spinning Wheel.”  “I’m going with you,” you said, gathering your skirts and throwing open the carriage door.  “Y/N!” Tatiana cried.  “Y/N, you needn’t…”

You tuned her out, jumping from the carriage and unhitching one of the seven horses.  Two of your escorts came to your side, still atop their own mounts, and you frowned.  “Going to try and make me stay?” you asked, and they shook their heads.  “No, moya tsarevna, but we cannot allow a Lantsov bride to travel alone.”  One dismounted and came to your side, sinking to a knee to allow you to mount the horse you’d chosen.

With a wicked grin, you swung a leg over the animal’s back; refusing to ride side-saddle as your mother-in-law would prefer, and kicked the horse into a gallop.  The guards hurried to tail you, but you didn’t care.  Nikolai was home, he was here, and soon, you’d be in his arms again.  You hated it when he left, when you were left in Ravka with no one but Tatiana for company.  But there were jobs that only Sturmhond could do, and then, there were jobs that Sturmhond deemed too dangerous for Hellcat to accompany him on.

You rounded the bend in the road, the stone facade of the Spinning Wheel coming into view.  It was a beautiful place, made all the more beautiful by the sight of your beloved husband standing before the steps.  “Nikolai!” you called, and the Prince whirled around.  When he saw you, bounding towards him atop a borrowed steed, hair coming undone from the coiffure your maids had put in before your departure, Nikolai broke out into a massive smile.

The horse had barely slowed to a canter when you dismounted, miraculously managing not to break your ankles, and then you were running to your husband.  Nikolai caught you as you leapt into his arms, kissing you deeply.  Your legs wound around his waist, your arms around his neck, hands threading through his hair.  “My love,” he said, nuzzling his nose against your neck.  “I missed you so much.”

“Not as much as I missed you,” you replied, urging his lips back to yours.  “Nikolai, Saints, never leave me for that long again.”  “I won’t, my darling.”  After several more minutes of being kissed and cooed at by your husband, he set you down but kept his arms around you.  The Sun Summoner was here as well, watching you and Nikolai from a respectful distance.  “Miss Starkov,” Nikolai said, leading you towards her.  “May I introduce my wife, Y/N Lantsov.  My darling, meet Alina Starkov.”

“It’s a pleasure,” you said, and Alina reciprocated, after which Nikolai led the three of you into the Spinning Wheel.  Alina was quickly met by her friends from the Little Palace and shepherded away, leaving you and your husband alone.  “Are your rooms here the same as they were the last time you brought me here?” you asked, and Nikolai nodded.  “They are.”  “Good.”

You took his hand and tugged him though the corridors, turning and smiling at him every few steps.  Nikolai followed you eagerly, and when you arrived at his rooms, ushered him inside, and locked the door, his smile widened.  “What’s this, darling?” he teased, happily letting you push him against the wall.  Your husband let his head fall back against the door with a soft thunk as you kissed his neck, hands working to unfasten his jacket.

“This,” you responded, pushing his jacket from his shoulders.  “Is your wife showing you how much she missed you.”  Nikolai smirked, letting you mouth at his neck for a moment longer before he moved: planting his hands on your shoulders and spinning you around, pressing you against the door.  “Oh, my sweet darling,” he crooned, sucking at your pulse point.  “You seem to have it confused.  It’s my job as your doting, beloved husband to show you how much I missed you.”

He pulled you into his chest so he could unfasten the back of your gown, and Nikolai pushed the fabric to pool at your feet.  Now only in your stays and bloomers, your husband kissed his way down your chest and abdomen, looking up at you through his lashes.  When he was kneeling before you, Nikolai tugged your bloomers down as well, lifting a leg over his shoulder.

“Can I taste you, sweet girl?” he asked, kissing your inner thigh.  “Yes, Kolya, please.”  “As my bride commands.”  He lowered his head, licking a broad stripe over your cunt, making you cry out with pleasure.  Your husband ate you out with practiced precision, one hand splayed over your lower abdomen to keep you steady, the other stroking up and down your thigh.  “Fuck, Nikolai, right there!”

He complied, suckling gently on your clit, and you keened, legs trembling.  You reached downward and threaded your hands through Nikolai’s hair, tugging him closer.  “That’s it, lovely.  Ride my face.”  With his permission, you ground your hips against your husband’s face, eyes fluttering shut, breathy moans leaving your mouth.  “Nikolai, I’m close, please baby, don’t stop!”

A mere moment later, you were coming, crying your husband’s name.  Nikolai gave you one last lick before rising, hooking your leg around his waist and lifting you into his arms.  “I don’t have time to ravish you properly,” Nikolai said, hooking your other leg around his waist as well.  “That’ll come later.  But Y/N, I need to fuck you.  Please, darling, can I fuck you?”  A fresh wave of arousal washed over you, and you nodded, kissing him hungrily.  “Please.”

Nikolai reached to unfasten his trousers and pushed them down enough to free his cock.  When he gently pushed into you, you both moaned rather loudly, and your husband kissed you deeply.  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised, and after a moment, he began thrusting, bouncing you on his cock.  It was fast and hard, and after a month and a half apart, it was just what you needed.

You’d tried to get yourself off while Nikolai was away, but you never managed to get yourself there.  And if you did, it felt lacking, wrong in your husband’s absence.  But now he was here, and he was fucking you within an inch of your life.  “My love,” he grunted, nipping at your earlobe.  “Fuck, do you know how many nights I had to bite my lip while thinking of you?  How damn hard it was to get anything done when I was thinking of this hot, wet cunt?”

His words made you clench around his length, and Nikolai moaned.  “Y/N, Saints, I don’t think I can last.  Are you close, sweetheart?”  Your lead lolled back against the door, but you managed to nod.  “Mhmm,” you whimpered, the position allowing his pubic bone to rub against your clit every time he bottomed out.  “Nikolai, yes, please!”  He only lasted another minute before he was coming, his face pressed to your neck, moaning your name.  Nikolai rubbed your clit until you finished, shuddering in his arms.

Your husband carried you to the bed and gently set you down, kissing you gently as he pulled out of you.  “Later,” he said, peppering your face with kisses.  “I’ll spend hours worshiping you, make up for lost time.  But I have to attend to things here, for now.”  Nikolai crossed the room and began dressing in a fresh uniform, and on slightly shaky legs, you followed.  “If you think I’m leaving your side for even a second, you’re delusional, Sobachka.”

If anyone noticed that you were in an entirely different gown, that your hair had been hastily swept into a new updo, or that a love bite was slowly darkening on your neck, no one said anything.  Nikolai greeted his family when they arrived and showed them to their rooms before meeting Alina and her tracker in the War Room.  When he’d had time to craft the proposition he made her, you didn’t know, but it shocked you as much as it shocked her.  

Alina Starkov would lead the Second Army in exchange for fealty sworn to the Crown.  She would become a member of the Royal Household, given a symbolic crown, act as a bridge between the Lantsovs and the Grisha.  If she agreed, that is.  Understandably, she needed time to think, and your Nikolai was willing to give it to her.  Especially if it meant he could spend that time with you.

He had dinner sent to your rooms, where it was forgotten only a few bites in.  Nikolai made good on his promise to ravish and worship you; spending a half hour between your thighs before fucking you slowly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear the entire time.  Afterwards, you were cradled reverently against his chest, your husband’s arms around you, keeping you close.  A fire was burning in the hearth, and candles were lit, giving the room a soft orange glow, and you snuggled closer to Nikolai beneath the forest green sheets.

“I love you,” Nikolai whispered, kissing your forehead.  “I love you so much, my sweet Y/N.”  “I love you too, Nikolai.  I missed you so much.”  “I know, my darling, I missed you too.  In fact, I–”  There was a knock at the door, and your husband paused.  “Who in the name of Saints?”  He eased you from his arms and pulled on a robe, padding over to the door and opening it.

It was Alina, clothed in a dressing gown of her own.  “Miss Starkov,” your husband said, strategically positioning himself between you and the door.  “I’ve made my decision,” she said, and Nikolai nodded.  “As delighted as I am to hear that, could this not have waited until morning?  I’ve just returned from a month and a half away from my wife, and as delightful as your company is, I’d much rather spend the evening with her.”

Slight irritation had crept into his voice, and Alina stepped back.  “Right, I..uh…sorry.  I’ll…talk to you tomorrow.”  She turned and retreated back down the hall, and Nikolai shut the door.  “Nikolai,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows.  “Did you have to be short with her?”  Your husband sighed, shrugging his robe off, leaving him gloriously nude.  “I’d be short with anyone who interrupts time with my darling wife, even a living Saint.”

Nikolai slid back into bed and pulled you into his arms, kissing you soundly.  “Now, where were we?”  You sighed into the kiss, sucking in a gasp when your husband brought a hand between your legs.  “Ahh, there we are.”  He would apologize to Alina for his snippiness in the morning, but for now, he would ravish and worship his wife.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: This one is a bit heavy. I got a little emotional writing it, to be honest, and have been nervous to post it. Please make sure to read the warnings before reading the chapter.

Warnings: Some language, alcohol consumption, short excerpt of sexual & physical assault, trip to a hospital

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CHAPTER - 6

WE WILL FIND A WAY THROUGH THE DARK

Sept 13th, 2014 - Concert Day

It's the last day of the L.A. shows. You have decided to go after what you want. You want Harry. The problem is, you haven't seen or spoken to him since the day you left his house. Of course, you gave him space while he was in London, and figured he was busy with his family when he came back… but you kind of thought you'd see him here at the venue for the shows. There's three of them, for crying out loud.

You can't help wondering if he's avoiding you. You wouldn't really blame him. It hurts, you can't avoid that anymore, and you're feeling pretty defeated at this point.

[By trying not to mess up what you have, you've ruined the chance to get what you really want. And that's why you usually never try in the first place]

So, you put all your energy and focus into your work. It's what you've been best at, right?

As you check the dressing room to make sure everything is set up for this last L.A. show, Niall comes bounding into the room.

"Hey Superstar!" He smiles.

"What's up bud?" You say, giving the best smile you can manage.

"I haven't been able to catch up with ya!"

"I know, these past few days have been a bit wild." You acknowledge.

"Today has been pretty fun though!!" He exclaims.

It's his birthday, and you know that, but you like messing with him a bit.

"Eh, it's been fine I guess."

He pouts a little. You turn around to grab the pack of his favorite beer and some fun socks that you had been hiding, then swing back around to face him. You hold up his presents.

"Sorry it's not much bud, but happy birthday!!"

"You cheeky… thank you love. You know me. S'perfect!" He exclaims and hugs you tightly.

"Oh! I came in here to invite you to my party. It's short notice, and in Vegas, but I feel like you're one of my good friends and I want ya to come."

You freeze for a minute. You've wanted to see Harry this whole time, but now you're also slightly scared to confront him and confess your feelings.

"It's gonna be me, Liam, and Zayn. The band boys and their girls… a couple of other friends… Oh, and Natalie said she'd go if you do."

So, no Harry. As scared as you just were, you are slightly disappointed now, but maybe it's better that he isn't going. You can have a nice distraction from the emotional turmoil you've been having. You don't like feeling this way, so a trip could help you reset.

"Okay bud, I'll be there for you!"

"Wooo!" He says as he throws up his arms triumphantly.

"Imma try and get some flights together for ya for tomorrow, since it's so last minute."

"Tomorrow? For goodness sakes Niall!" You laugh.

"I'm twenty-one now!! Living it up baby!" He raises both his arms again, lets out one final "wooo" and heads out to see Lou for his hair.

~~~~~

The guys flood the dressing room all together, making it a bit more chaotic than usual. Harry, however, got ready somewhere else. [Yep, definitely feels like he's avoiding you]

You're feeling the hurt bubble up again, so you head to catering and see if you can score a smoothie.

Drink in hand, you make your way to the common room. As jumbled as your brain feels, you still love watching the shows. You can't help but feel a sense of joy when you watch them. You still sing and dance to all the songs, it never gets old.

But as the encore begins and the boys start singing 'Right Now", your chest starts getting tight and tears start forming. This has never happened before. You look at Natalie, "I need to go, I don't feel good at all."

"Let's go back to the dressing room." She ushers you out and walks back with you. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. Once the song started, my chest started hurting. I must be sick" You decide.

Natalie chuckles, "or you might be feeling upset over the Harry thing?"

You shake your head. "That's pathetic."

Natalie lets out a mild chuckle and you give her a warning look. "No Y/N, that's called heartache."

"Pathetic." You roll your eyes.

[You usually don't let feelings control you… you can't let them control you]

You both fall silent and finish your clean-up/tear down duties. Sarah and Jade come in a few minutes later as the show has ended. Sarah's saying, "Best Song Ever was something else tonight" as they start to help you.

Jade adds, "I think that might be my favorite song!"

Sarah replies, "I think mine is… Little Black Dress!" Then she laughs. "Kind of fitting for a stylist intern right?" Everyone chuckles.

Natalie contributes to the conversation. "Mine has to be Alive, for sure." [That's fitting for her. She doesn't hold back and lives her life]

There's silence, and when you look up you realize they are staring at you, waiting for your answer.

"Oh, um… my favorite song?... 'Right Now'…" you sigh.

"That one makes me super emotional. Feels almost like a yearning for someone you don't have." Jade states.

"I guess." You clear your throat and instantly drop your eyes down towards the floor. [How ironic that it's your favorite song]

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Sept 14th, 2014

Niall had managed to get the original flights for you and Natalie switched to ones for Vegas. Sarah and Jade are headed to Phoenix for the show in a few days. You'll meet them there later tomorrow. Sarah is definitely a little jealous that she wasn't invited, but you and Natalie are a lot closer to the guys than she is. That's just how it is.

You've packed and made sure that the house is clean, and head to the airport with Natalie.

You're determined to focus on the excitement of experiencing Vegas for the first time and celebrate Niall's (and Liam's) birthdays. It's about them, and you love them, so you'll be the best friend you can be. Natalie, and a margarita or two always helps with that.

~~~~~

"Okay… is this too much?" Natalie asks, turning around to model her full-sequined gold dress with a plunging neckline.

"It's Vegas honey! Nothing is too much here!"

"I'm just trying to match your hotness level…" she exclaims, giving you a once over and then winking.

You look in the mirror at yourself. You're in a dark striped multicolored bodycon 'bandage' dress where the pattern wraps around your body.at different angles. You've paired it with some strappy gold heels and thick gold hoops. You look sexy. You feel sexy.

"We are a pair of babes!"

You meet the guys at their suite. Niall was sweet enough to get you one too, something you'll try hard to repay, so their room was just down the hall.

Liam opens the door and gasps. "Hell! Boys!! We won't need security tonight, because these ladies will be drawing all the attention!"

You both laugh and roll your eyes. "Happy birthdays boys!" You yell as you enter the room.

You give them hugs and they offer you both a shot. "Oh no… this is going to be a very entertaining night."

"It's Vegas baby!" Yells Niall. And you all head down to the club.

~~~~~

You don't ever consider having "perks" of interning with One Direction, but you've gotta admit that it is definitely nice to be able to walk right into the club and be taken to a VIP area. It's not as crowded as the dance floor below. A waitress comes to take your drink order and you're free to start this party!

A few more margaritas have been consumed, but you don't care. You're not trying to conceal any feelings this time… in fact, you're trying to forget them altogether… and so there's a freedom over you to just let loose and have fun.

"Happy birthday boys!!!!" Someone shouts, and you all cheer!

You dance with Natalie and the other girls of the group to every song that plays. You sing along, and make up words when you don't know them. You're laughing, taking selfies, and joking around with the guys. It's one of the best nights- trying to top the rooftop party.

One of the girls leans over to you while you're all standing against the railing. "There's a guy down there who hasn't taken his eyes off of you since we got up here."

You look down and see a good-looking guy glance your way and raise his glass. He's tall, dark features, with a thin wide smile.

"He could be checking out Zayn for all we know," you burst out laughing.

"No, no. Any move you make, his eyes follow."

Not that you're looking for anything, but it's nice to feel desired at this moment.

At some point, Liam decides he wants to go down to the dance floor and attempt to break dance. The girls are eager to follow so they can document this potentially embarrassing display. They convince you to make your way down as well, and encourage you to talk to the guy at the bar. You're easily convinced given the amount of margaritas in you.

You start off by watching Liam, laughing at some of his moves, but impressed with some others. You're glad you're witnessing this in person. You grab Natalie for safety, and confidence, and head over to the bar. Not surprisingly, the guy quickly makes his way over to you.

"Hi there! Can I buy you ladies a drink?"

Natalie, not one to turn a free one down, immediately orders two more margaritas.

"Have you been having fun up there?" He points to the VIP section.

"Yeah, having a great time actually."

Natalie hands you the margarita, winks, and just stands next to you, not wanting to interrupt the conversation.

The guy starts to talk about his job and asks you about yours. You are enjoying the conversation, plus he is really handsome. Then he asks if you want to dance. You're trying to be bold so you agree. He takes your hand and leads the way. Natalie stays at the bar, giving you a thumbs up when you turn to look at her.

"I just have to say, that dress is amazing on you." He looks up and down and bites his lips a little.

For a split second, you wonder why you weren't blushing.

It's going well and you're enjoying yourself. He dances behind you with his hands on your hips, and you can feel him getting excited. It's not the most comfortable moment, so you turn to dance with him face to face. He pulls you in closer and rests his face in your neck, lightly pressing his lips on your skin. His hands are suddenly moving over your ass. You attempt to pull back slightly, thinking he's just a bit drunk and being a bit too forward, but he grabs you tighter and tries to crash his lips onto yours. You attempt to pull away again.

"Hey!" You try to yell over the music.

"Come on!" He says. "You're hot and I know you think I am!" Then he turns you back around and grinds on your ass.

You start to panic, searching desperately for Natalie. Thankfully she sees what's happening and is trying to push her way to you. She waves for the guys and gets their attention.

"Please. Please let me go!"

"You want this." He protests.

When you continue to squirm out of his grip, he pushes you. At that exact moment, Liam appears, grabs the guy, and pushes him away.

"What's wrong with you mate?" He looks at you. "Are you okay darling?" You're shaking and a bit in shock.

The guy lunges at Liam and they start to fight. Security rushes over. You instinctively try to get in the middle and break it up, but he is still swinging at Liam. You suddenly get knocked to the floor and your head hits the ground.

~~~~~

You wake up in a private room of a hospital. You turn to see Natalie sitting in the chair, typing away on her phone. She notices your movements and snaps her head up.

"Oh thank goodness Y/N!" She yelps.

"Why am I here? Is Liam okay?" You ask.

"He's alright, but he broke his arm. The doctor says you have a mild concussion."

You hold back tears and hang your head. "This is all my fault! I'm so fucking stupid!"

"Y/N! This is not your fault!! That asshole should have never put his hands on you!"

"I shouldn't have had that much to drink. I shouldn't have gone down to the bar. I shouldn't have agreed to dance with him." You gripe and add, "I shouldn't have gone to Vegas!"

You suddenly feel the throbbing pain on your head. "Oh god!" You bellow.

"You hit your head when you fell honey. You blacked out." Natalie explains.

Just then, Niall and Zayn. "Hey Superstar. I'm so glad you're alright."

"Shit, Niall..." you cry out, "I'm so sorry for ruining your party! I'm so sorry!"

"Don't do that." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry this happened."

Now you shake your head. "Is Liam okay?"

Zayn answers. "He'll be right. Don't worry. We just want you to be alright." He comes and holds your hand.

You're so grateful to have people who care about you so much.

A doctor walks in and explains that you'll be in some pain and you'll need to rest up for about a week or so.

[So not only did you ruin the celebration, but now you're inconveniencing Amelia and the styling team. This right here is why you don't make bold moves]

Zayn leaves to check on Liam. Natalie calls Amelia to give her the news. Amelia insists that you go back to L.A. and stay with friends to rest and to not come back until you are feeling one hundred percent better. "Not a moment sooner!" You hear her demand.

Niall looks over to Natalie. "Are you going back with Y/N tomorrow?"

"Of course I am! But… I'll probably need to help out at the show in Phoenix the next day." She looks at you. "I'm so sorry honey." She looks at Niall then back at you, speaking as vaguely as possible… "is there anywhere you can stay?"

Niall steps out to answer a call.

You shake your head. "No. My mom is dealing with enough, and Sam is in school. I don't want him distracted with worry. Please don't even tell them. I'll just stay at a hotel or something."

Niall walks back in. "Harry is on his way."

"What? Niall! No!" You yell.

"What? What's wrong?"

Your head starts throbbing even more. "Call him back, he doesn't need to come."

"Yeah that's not happening." He chuckles.

"This is getting so much worse." You complain.

[On top of everything, they're having Harry come to get you? As if he hasn't dealt with enough from you…]

You have to hold back tears, you don't want to break down. You debate telling Niall what happened. You look over at Natalie and she understands exactly what you want. She takes Niall outside of the room to fill in him on what's happened between the two of you. You can trust him.

Your body decides to shut down and you fall asleep.

~~~~~

Sept 15th, 2014

Whispers fill the room. You wake up but don't immediately open your eyes, curious about what's being said.

"She feels bad enough." You hear Natalie say.

"I honestly don't care. It's the best solution." A familiar voice responds. You can't make it out yet.

"She's gonna fight you on it." Natalie adds.

"Again, don't care. I'm doing this." The voice replies. You choose to open your eyes.

You see Natalie straight in front of your hospital bed, as expected. You shift your eyes to the second voice and feel as if you could pass out again. It's Harry.

[He shouldn't be here. There isn't any reason for him to be here]

Natalie notices you're awake. "Hey honey, feel any better?" All you can do is shrug.

You're just staring at Harry. You can't really tell if his expression is of concern or annoyance.

"Hey. I-" he starts, but you interrupt him.

"You didn't need to come. I'm fine."

He frowns. "You're not fine. I'm here now so…"

Natalie interrupts quickly, "the doctor said you'll be discharged soon. I'll go find him to let him know you're awake." She leaves the two of you alone in the room.

Harry moves to the chair and scoots it closer to the bed. "I can't believe that asshole grabbed you."

You don't know what to say. You are still shocked that he is there. Nia really shouldn't have called him.

"Glad Liam gave him what he deserved." He adds.

"Aren't you the one who tries to extend kindness to everyone?"

He clears his throat. "Umm… so when you can leave, we'll get to the airport and take the jet back to L.A."

You lower your head down as much as possible. You feel like you're inconveniencing so many people.

"And the car will be there to take us to my place."

Your head immediately snaps back up. "What? No no no. I can't let you do that. You definitely don't need to do that."

He frowns again. "You need someone to help you while you recover." His phone rings. "It's my mum, I'm gonna have them stay at a hotel so you can have some privacy."

Natalie walks back in with the doctor.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and try not to cry. "This is too much!"

"Does your head hurt?" She worries.

"Yeah." You sigh. "But not from the concussion."

~~~~~

Harry didn't let you argue. You got on the jet with him, and Natalie, and he was constantly making sure you were comfortable.

He offers you one of the biggest guest rooms and Natalie helps you to get settled.

"You know, this isn't the worst thing in the world…" she mentions.

"Oh yeah? How so?" You roll your eyes, not believing she had a good point.

"Maybe this is a chance for you to recover physically… and maybe even emotionally…"

"Natalie Vettle. Philosopher." You roll your eyes again and laugh.

"Sorry that I have to leave you." She gives you a hug. "I love you. I'll see you back there soon, m'kay?"

"Hopefully sooner rather than later." You smirk.

You unpack a few clothes and toiletries, and just sit with your eyes closes and back against the headboard when you hear a knock on the door. "Come in."

"I'm going to order dinner. Would you like some?" Harry asks.

"That would actually be great, thank you."

"Natalie told me your favorite comfort food is spaghetti with meat sauce, so I was thinking Italian." He says proudly with a small smile.

[Mental note- scorn her for that later]

"Perfect. Thank you."

~~~~~

Once dinner has arrived, you make your way to the kitchen where the food is set up.

"My mum and sister are at a hotel. So, feel free to get comfortable." He encourages.

"Thank you." That seems to be all you can say at the moment, and you sit on one of the stools.

There's silence while you eat. It's not comfortable like last time. How are you supposed to be comfortable in this situation? Last time you were here… the last time that you saw him… you had kissed so passionately and then completely rejected him. He doesn't deserve that. And you don't deserve the kindness he is showing.

You take the last small bites of the spaghetti.

"Please don't feel like you have to go out of your way for me, Harry."

"I don't. I want to help."

"Thank you." You say, once again.

"Anytime. Never a question." He responds, a small smirk appearing.

[He's too good. Way too good. Why did you walk away from having this good thing in your life?]

You don't mean to, but you let out a very audible sigh. You start to feel those pesky feelings bubble up again. If you stay on the stool much longer, you might cry. And the way he is looking at you with such care and concern is not helping you keep it together.

"I might go back to the room if that's okay. My head is killing me."

"Of course, whatever makes you comfortable here, Sun-" he quickly stops himself. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"I probably won't stop saying 'thank you' Harry." You sigh. "I'm sorry they made you do this."

"What?"

"I can't thank you enough, I'm really grateful."

"No… what was that about 'them' making me do this?"

"Well… Niall calling you to come get me and have me stay here."

He looks absolutely shocked."Y/N, nobody made me do this."

Now it's your turn to say, "what?"

"No one made me do this. Niall texted me telling me what happened. I called him and told him I was coming."

You feel a lump in your throat. You think there's some tears forming, betraying you. You can only manage a whisper. "Why?"

He furrows his brow. "You shouldn't be alone right now, and I couldn't stand the fact…" He pauses and clears his throat. "I just wanted to help out."

[Tears are coming, please not now. Not now]

There's silence for a minute or two. You are staring down at your feet.

He gets up and hesitantly walks over to you. You don't look up until his feet are almost touching yours.

"Would you be comfortable if I gave you a hug?" He gently asks. He's too good. He's too caring. You don't deserve this.

But you nod, and he wraps his arms around you, so tenderly. He's too good, and he's too caring. You really don't deserve this.

"Get some rest, m'kay?" He rests his chin on top of your head and you can feel his heart beating fast. You wonder if he can feel yours doing the same thing. "Please let me know if you need anything. I want to help."

[Little does he know how much this hug is doing that for you]

~~~~~

Sept 20th, 2014

It was really difficult to accept his help. You still felt so guilty- for how you treated him ipn the first place, and for how nice he is being despite that.

If he was ever out of the house, he would occasionally text you to check in or see if he could bring anything back for you. The most surprising, thoughtful, and guilt-inducing gesture was that he came back to L.A. for a couple of days after the guys had a show in Arizona. You almost burst into tears.

He was being so good to you. You had more awesome conversations at times, watched some movies, and ate a lot of spaghetti. You didn't deserve this, but you were thoroughly enjoying it, and happy that you didn't have to think about that night in Vegas.

[Stop, stop, stop. Hold it together. He's just being a nice guy, and maybe even just a good friend]

The guys had an event in Vegas tonight for iHeartRadio. You told Amelia you would be fine to go, which you really were, but you're still recovering, according to the doctor who is being annoyingly cautious. You suppose it's best, but you are anxious to get back on tour and doing your job. So, you had to do the next best thing and watch it on TV.

An hour after it ended, you get a text from Natalie.

:natalie: hey sweetie, missed you tonight. how are you feeling?

:you: i'm good, better. the show looked good tonight.

:natalie: it was fun. the guys miss you.

:you: tell them i miss them too

:natalie: harry has been on edge all day, please come back soon so he can get off my back about checking in :)

:you: sorry he's being too much, but the doctor said about another week :(

:natalie: i love him, but i might kill him

:you: don't do that, their entire fandom would bring you down

:natalie: fine. i love you.

:you: i love you too. tell the guys the same.

:natalie: especially harry? ;)

:you: i'm summoning the fans

~~~~~

Sept 30th, 2014 - Music Video

You get up early, for the first time since you got to Harry's house.

You are excited, because the doctor cleared you to go back to work, which is perfect timing, because everyone is back in L.A. to shoot a music video. Apparently it's going to be really elaborate and you can't wait to get back to work.

When you finally arrive, your brain is overwhelmed by the outrageous set.

There are so many people, but Natalie and the girls instantly spot you and run over. Amelia follows shortly after. "Hey lady! Welcome back!" She reminds you to take a break whenever you need it, especially since there will be so much going on. You assure her you are fine, but also assure her that you'll let her know if you do.

She suddenly looks slightly past you with a big smirk on her face. "Come to the trailer in about 10 minutes so we can go over things."

You feel a presence behind you and instantly turn around. Harry is standing there, bouncing in place, with a huge smile spread across his face.

"Yay. You're back!" He reaches half way for a hug, but waits until you give him permission with a nod, and wraps his arms around you.

He whispers, "feels better that you're here." As he pulls away, he coughs, grins, and adds, "I know you can pull something fun for me to wear."

"Feel better that I'm finally out of your house?" You joke. "Thank you, again."

The set is chaotic. So many things are happening. You help Harry pick out his outfit. You both like this cheetah print coat and he commented "it's warm, and I'm going to be wearing a coat, seems right." And you laugh, and he adds, "but I'm glad you're here to persuade me to be bolder."

~~~~~

It was a long, but spectacular day. The music video wraps up with a giant rain scene and everyone is drenched.

Amelia asks you to grab Harry's coat to pack up, so you head to his trailer, and knock on the door.

"Come in," so you enter, but immediately stop in your tracks. Harry is standing there shirtless, with his hair in a bun, and still dripping wet. You unintentionally gasp and he turns around.

He chuckles and shows off those damn, deep dimples.

You try to form words. "Umm… Amelia… I- I just need the coat." [Keep it professional damnit!]

He smirks again. "M'kay love, gimme one second."

He puts in his cross necklace, and hands you the coat. As you reach for it, you accidentally grab his hand with it. You feel like you're not breathing at this point, so you just blurt out "neat" and run out.

Natalie sees you and laughs. "You good girlie?"

You shake your head, "must be the effects from the concussion… my heart is racing and I feel flushed."

Natalie laughs again. "Yeah, Y/N, probably not the concussion.

"I can't let my feelings do this. This can't happen again Natalie."

"I think it already is sweetie."

~~~~~

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The Queen's Secret Ch. 16*

Previous Chapter Summary (as a refresher): Getting Harry onto the property without being noticed was risky, and not everything goes exactly to plan but the reunited pair make the most of their time together.

Summary: Harry & Y/n are in bliss together at last but only a week into their reunion the King makes a surprise visit.

A/n: Thank you for being patient with me! I do apologize for how long this one took me to write but I hope you enjoy this part. 6.5k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, mentions of cheating

The Queen's Secret Masterlist

Rory told the King’s Advisor that the Queen was feeling slightly under the weather. She didn’t want him to call the doctor or anything, but just enough of an excuse to explain why Y/n wasn’t coming down to eat with everyone and why she wasn’t going into the garden to paint or read or lie in the grass like he’d gotten used to her doing.

Rory brought the food up to her and Harry rather than having anyone else on staff do it. It would only work for so long, the cover. But it was good enough for the first few days.

Harry’s appetite had completely returned. Not just for food, but for sex. And the Queen was not going to complain. They were free to love, touch, and talk to their heart's content. Their sweet little bubble was bliss and happiness. The Queen didn’t need to leave the confounds of her room when she had her Prince with her. She didn’t want to.

And Harry was out of his mind with delight. They both felt like it was a beautiful dream. This was how life was meant to be. Sweet. Exciting. Fulfilling.

But after three days the Queen knew she needed to start showing her face again. She needed to go back to doing normal things or else the advisor would start to ask questions. And the following week she would have another appointment with a doctor that Edgar selected, followed up with a massage from a therapist on the royal staff. Harry would need to hide elsewhere. So they had some things to talk about. They needed to make realistic plans. They couldn’t just hide in their sweet bubble for all eternity, as wonderful as that sounded.

“This afternoon I’ll be joining the house for dinner. I think it’s best I start getting back to my normal routine,” Y/n spoke as she kissed Harry’s back. He was lying on his stomach nude while the Queen did her morning stretches on the bed next to him. She kneed up to him and hugged his body to her as she let her lips cover the expanse of his back.

Harry put a hand behind himself to grab at her hip and he groaned in protest, “Want you here with me, though. I can’t bear to be away from you my Queen…” Harry teased as he twisted himself around to look at Y/n.

She smiled at him and pushed her fingers into his hair as he rolled to his back so he could see her better.

“Aww… you poor thing. It’ll only be for an hour today. Then tomorrow I need to also go into the garden for a while to do some reading. If I stay cooped up in here with you everyone will begin to wonder what’s going on with me,” she reached to push at his pouting lip and laughed.

Harry stuck his lip out in exaggerated sadness, “Baby… I need you all the time. What will I do without you for an hour?” Harry pulled her down to his chest and sighed.

Harry was mostly joking. He knew this needed to happen. The Queen was right. But he really would have preferred to never leave her presence.

“Well you can read, or take a nap… or sit in the sauna in the bathroom,” Y/n said as she caressed Harry’s cheek with the back of her hand.

Harry turned his face and kissed her palm, “So today already? You can’t wait one more day?”

The Queen pushed herself up closer to Harry so she could kiss his cheek as she shook her head, “Today’s the day, my love.”

And it was the day. Things needed to remain as normal as possible. The Queen wanted to keep Harry around for as long as she could. She knew it couldn’t last forever. This was temporary. The Queen would only be pregnant for so much longer. But for now, this would last as long as she could make it. She would keep him safe and then figure out a way to be with him for good. She couldn’t imagine it any longer to be away from him.

“Harry?” She asked, keeping herself draped over him.

Harry raised his brows, “Mhmm?”

“What do you want after I have her? Do you have a plan? For us?” They had lightly discussed the idea of running off together. But not the details, nor the fallout that would ensue. Harry might not ever see his other children again. Or at least until they were old enough to seek him out themselves later on. Would he be willing to risk that?

Harry sighed and kept his palm on Y/n’s low back, “I don’t have a plan. But I want to be with you. My current arrangement would kill me. I’m only allowed to see the kids once a month. With Gertrude present. For only a few hours. That’s all I get. She said she might allow more one day but…” Harry closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as he considered his words, “I don’t know, my love. I can’t bear to never see them again. But I couldn’t bear to never see you… or her,” he said as he moved his hand toward the side of the Queen’s belly.

 Y/n kept her fingers in his shaggy hair and ran her thumb over his forehead, “Would you want to make a plan? With me?”

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the Queen. He felt so lucky that she wanted him. That she’d finally decided she needed him as much as he needed her. But there was the matter of his other children. It wasn’t an easy choice.

Just as Harry was about to speak Y/n gasped with a big grin and sat up, taking Harry’s palm and placing it at the bottom of her bump, “Feel! She’s moving about!”

Their little growing bean was becoming bigger and stronger. Her foot was kicking and Harry could feel the small movements.

Harry smiled and laughed, “Wow! A dancer!”

When Y/n returned to her room after dinner she was determined to talk to him about coming up with a plan. Figuring out what they could do to stay together. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she’d give it all up for him. Harry was undoubtedly the love of her life. And she was carrying his child and knew she could give him more children.

Sitting down together near the window she began to speak, not knowing where the conversation would go but just feeling that it all needed to be said.

“I want to be with you. Me, you, the baby. More babies even down the road. But I don’t want this life anymore. I want to walk away from the kingdom and everything. I know you're hesitant about not seeing your children with Gertr-“

Harry dragged her into his arms and kissed her mouth. He knew it would be hard and he hadn’t thought of how to make it work but it was all he wanted. He wanted to be with her despite any consequences. He’d find a way to see his kids if he had to but having Y/n as his without the secrecy and sneaking was a dream come true.

She clutched his shirt as he brushed his tongue over her lips and her tongue and he put a hand on her belly, the other going to the back of her neck.

“I want you,” he spoke in panted words between kisses, “with my whole being,” he pulled her into his lap, making her straddle his thighs, “We’ll find a way, my love.”

Y/n knew they could. Her family would be disappointed. She’d been training for the possibility her whole life and now that she was Queen her family was royalty by proxy. They were already well-to-do and had many contacts in high places but having a daughter married to the King had them set for life. Had generations set for life. But she’d give it all away for Harry. And her family would still love her in the end. It wouldn’t be easy but she only wanted him.

When Harry slowed his kisses and his dick was hard under her thigh she moved back and looked at him, “I’m serious. I meant for this to be a real conversation. To get the ball rolling. We only have so much time, Harry.”

He rubbed his palms over her back and bumped his nose to hers, “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just hearing you say that you want all that with me, more babies?” He moved his face back to look at her and take her face in, her lips, the curve of her nose and her eyebrows, the wispy hairs at her forehead, her pretty eyes that he’d been dreaming of for a long time now looking back at him, “I want you. We’ll make this work no matter what. And I know we need to think about how we are gonna make that happen but I don’t know if there’s any great solution other than to just leave together after you have the baby. Me and you. We’ll just walk out hand in hand and drive off to another place until everyone gets used to the idea that it’s us. No matter what we do, if we have a flawless plan or not, this won’t be easy and there will be a lot of neigh-sayers.”

She knew he was right. No matter how perfectly they planned it all out, it would never be a perfect scenario.

“Just walk out hand-in-hand? You’re crazy you know that? Can you imagine? Me carrying the baby and you with your arms full of baby stuff as we just traipse out of here together and get into a car and drive off into the sunset,” she giggled. That certainly sounded nice. It probably wouldn’t go down like that but what could anyone do? It’s not like they could stop either of them. These weren’t the old days when the Queen could be hung for her insolence. The fallout would be political and personal but they wouldn’t be able to be stopped.

“I’m crazy for you. Let me make love to you. I haven’t had enough of you yet, my Queen. My angel,” he spoke before pressing his mouth over hers once again.

So, there was no real plan in place but the Queen knew it could work, knew it could be done however they wanted to make it happen. No one could stop them and that was the prevailing thought. Even the most perfect plan would still never be a perfect plan.

It had been three blissful days since Harry’s arrival and she could barely keep her hands to herself so she let him make love to her. This time they didn’t even move from the couch by the window. Harry pulled his pants down and the Queen lifted her dress and they moved together slowly with lips attached and gasps of I love you and I need you were whispered into the air.

There was nothing like being fucked by her Prince. They allowed themselves hours to fuck. Long strokes and pauses to stare into each other’s eyes. Harry would come inside of her and then he’d fuck her again when he was hard. He’d finger her and eat her out and she’d lay with her head on his lap and lick his cock, savoring the taste of him, of her on him. It was true bliss. The one she dreamed of now in her arms, in her bed. The father of her baby making love to her slowly and sensually until they fell asleep together, wiped out from sex, from emotion, from happiness.

A bath was in order the following morning. They were messy and smelly after their long session the night before. But it was a quick one as they woke up late because they’d gone to bed sometime in the early morning hours and Y/n’s body needed a little more sleep these days. But despite the bath being quick it was sweet with Harry helping her clean herself and his lips kissing her belly and her arms. Her hormones made her exceptionally horny but the happiness she felt with Harry near her was doing things to her libido as well. Things she’d never expected. She couldn’t get him off her mind. At breakfast and then after in the garden she had a hard time reading her book. She could only think of her strong man back in her room with his green eyes that gazed into her soul and his scruffy unshaven face, his hair a little shaggy, growing longer as he hadn’t had a cut. And even with the bit of hair on his face his dimples still showed when he smiled at her.

“Y/n, you’re feeling better today! It’s nice to see you out in the garden again,” Rory winked and sat down next to her.

Closing her book she sighed and leaned back onto her palms in the grass as she looked up at the blue sky, “I’m feeling fabulous today. But I am getting a little tired. Perhaps I’ll go back in soon,” she looked back at her friend with a knowing grin.

It was nice to have Rory on her side. Her best friend and someone she trusted completely.

“Tomorrow is my day off. Do you need me to stay around here? I know it’ll be a little tricky without my help,” Rory whispered. It was true. Without Rory around getting food to Harry would be a little more difficult but her friend deserved her days off like normal. Especially with how much she had helped them.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. You’ve been more than generous with all of your help.”

It had been a whole week. The Queen's doctor's appointment and massage were scheduled so Harry knew he’d be hidden in the linen closet for quite some time that day.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine,” he kissed her forehead as Rory stood by the door ready to lead Harry to his hiding spot until the coast was clear. The appointments would take place in her room as all of them had before. Plus It was more private.

“I know. I just feel bad that we need to do this,” she spoke as she rubbed her knuckles along his scruffy jaw.

Harry put his hands over hers and kissed her lips, “Worth it.”

Her morning was busy. A quick breakfast and then ushering Harry off into hiding before meeting with her doctor for a check-up followed up by a much-needed massage.

But before her massage was even finished the Queen heard a familiar voice that had her sitting up and with her hand held out to the masseuse, “Hold on…”

She listened closely and heard his voice in the hallway coming closer. Grasping the sheet close to her body she held her breath as the door opened and there he was. Edgar. The King of Manon. Her husband. Whom she hadn’t seen in nearly two months.

“My wife! There she is!” Edgar spoke loudly as he drew closer with Rory and another woman following behind closely.

Y/N dropped her mouth open, not quite sure how to respond. He hadn’t given her any heads up that he was coming. He hadn’t told anyone.

“What are you doing here? I hadn’t expected you,” Y/N spoke as Edgar gave her a friendly side hug before patting her sheet-covered bump.

“I wanted to come and see how things were going. Figured a night away from Manon would be nice. It’s so beautiful out here. And… oh! This is Lulu, my new assistant,” the King waved toward the woman who was standing to his left.

Y/n smiled at the girl who was near her own age, but far less pregnant, or rather, not pregnant at all, “Nice to meet you, Lulu.”

Looking toward Rory, Y/n realized there was something Rory wanted to say. She’d ask her later.

“Oh! Nice to meet you, Queen!”

A nice girl.

Y/n looked at Edgar once again and nodded toward the door, “Do you mind? I’d like to put on some clothes and then we can take tea in the sunroom.”

The Queen got herself dressed as Rory helped her with her buttons, “Lulu seems like a little more than an assistant. I mean, I can’t be sure but I’ve got a pretty good read on people, Y/n.”

Y/n remained silent as she listened. It wouldn’t surprise her if Edgar did decide to take a mistress. It was unusual in the modern kingdom, and if exposed would be a scandal, but it’s not like she could complain. And she wouldn’t anyway. Besides, she was sure the King knew about how she felt about Harry – he was looking the other way so as to keep up appearances with the kingdom and he knew she would as well.

Rory was sent to let Harry know of the situation at the Queen’s request after walking her to the sunroom.

Tea was served shortly after the Queen sat down on the chaise across from the King and Lulu.

“So you’re our new assistant?” Y/n broke the silence in the room as she eyed the pretty girl.

“Yes! Well, Edgar’s assistant,” Lulu turned her head to look at Edgar, “I didn’t know… Am I also to be her assistant as well?”

Edgar chuckled and patted her knee, “Yes, dear. Once she has the baby you’ll be answering to us both. But for now, you’re of more use to me. She’s got Rory at her aid now.”

Y/n nodded at his response. She wasn’t dumb. The girl was looking at Edgar like he was her whole world. The Queen had never even looked at him that way.

It was a relief that Y/n wasn’t asked too many questions. Edgar was clearly distracted by his new plaything. And even though there was not an ounce of jealousy in her bones, the obvious insult was not overlooked. It was likely this was a show on purpose. To see how far he could push it. Edgar was upset about the whole thing, Y/n realized. And he liked having the upper hand. This was his way of subtly showing to the Queen that he was still in charge. That he could do what he wanted if her heart was no longer his. Her heart had never really belonged to the King to begin with.

“Will you be sleeping with me this evening? I can have Rory bring in extra pillows…”

“No. That’s not necessary. I’ll sleep down here in the large suite that overlooks the garden. You need all the space you can get right now,” Edgar gestured to her belly and then looked over at Lulu who appeared to be needing some kind of reassurance.

Y/n pulled her lips into her mouth. So he brought his mistress to the estate and had planned on them sleeping together in the same house as his wife. She was insulted. But she would keep quiet and Edgar knew she would. Her immediate concern was Harry. Having the King here at the same time as Harry was very risky, though luckily Edgar was rather preoccupied with Lulu.

“Splendid. I’ll have a room set for Lulu then. The nice one that looks out the front toward the orchard. No one is staying in that wing.” Y/n was being cheeky. She wanted to see the look on Lulu’s face. She was aware of what was going on but would play dumb if that was what Edgar wanted.

The Queen wasn’t actually concerned about where Lulu stayed. She could go and stay with the King and they could fuck and make a racket for all she cared. She only wanted to get a rise from the girl. See what her response would be to staying in the lonely wing away from Edgar.

“Oh! But, I’m Edgar’s assistant. I should be staying close by. You know… just in case-” she stopped speaking when the king put his hand at her knee to indicate as much.

“What on earth would he need you for while he’s sleeping? I’m sure you don’t need to be on call all night, my dear. Besides, there isn’t another room nearby Edgar’s that’s unoccupied.”

Lulu looked at the King as she worried her lip between her teeth. Y/n was ready to burst out in laughter.

Edgar gave Y/n a sharp look and then spoke, “Lulu will love any room she’s set up in.”

The Queen nodded and smiled and looked down over her belly as she changed the subject, “The doctor has said I’m very healthy. The baby is as well. Everything is going very smoothly. I’m thankful for my health.”

“Good to hear. You look very well. This place seems to have been very good for you. You’re simply glowing.”

Y/n smiled, knowing she was extra relaxed and content lately. But that was mostly due to having Harry with her and the many many orgasms she’d been given since his arrival. Perhaps that was the glow he was talking about.

Rory entered the room and leaned over Y/n speaking quietly, “Harry is back in your room. We’ll have dinner ready in an hour. I’ll bring a tray up to him but if you want to go now to get yourself ready…”

The Queen stood up and looked at the King and Lulu, “Well, I must go and get ready for dinner. I was in the middle of my massage when you two arrived and I haven’t had a chance to freshen up. I’ll see you in an hour. If you’ll excuse me.”

Harry was seated by the window when the Queen entered her room.

“I heard he’s here.”

Y/n nodded and crossed the room to her handsome man, “Yes. With a young woman in tow.”

Harry stood up and pulled her into his arms, “A young woman?”

“Yes. Her name is Lulu. He’ll be preoccupied with her so don’t worry too much. But right now I need a bath.”

Harry drew a bath for her, putting bubbles in the tub, and helping her out of her dress. He took his own clothes off and climbed into the tub behind her.

She leaned into his chest, lying her head back onto his shoulder as they spoke quietly. Hespoke into her ear, his deep slow drawl soothing and sexy all at once.

Harry’s hands roamed over her shoulders and down her arms and around to her belly, “Love that you’re pregnant with my baby and that you’re taking such good care of her. I love you, Y/n.”

She sighed and smiled, placing her hands over Harry’s, “I love it too. Love that this baby is ours.”

Harry kissed her lobe and brushed his hands up over her tits, thumbing at her nipple, and then lowered his mouth to her neck.

She could feel his thick cock behind her, already full, and engorged. Ready for some action. Which seemed to be pretty constant since he’d arrived the week before.

“Harry… we can’t. I need to be downstairs in one piece in twenty minutes.”

He groaned and continued kissing her neck softly. He knew she was right. When they had sex they liked to take their time nowadays. Never wanting to repeat their quick sessions again if they could help it.

Chuckling, Y/n turned her face to capture his lips and lowered her hand behind her back, and began to stroke him slowly, “Wanna come before I go downstairs? I bet I can make you come and I’ll still have time to get dressed and make it to dinner before anyone notices a thing.

“Heeeyy…” Harry protested, “What’s that supposed to mean?” He put his hands at her ribs and poked his fingers in warning.

“It just means you always come so easily for me. Such a good boy, aren’t you?” She was teasing him but she was also pretty sure she could make him come quickly. Turning on her knees and facing him, she sat back onto her haunches and kept stroking him. She brought one of his hands up to her tits to encourage him to play with them.

Harry spread his thighs and leaned back as he used both hands to squeeze and massage at her breasts, “I should be insulted but you feel so good and you’re so fucking hot, Y/n… of course you make me come so easy. M’like a teenager around you,” Harry spoke as he gritted his teeth while Y/n pumped him, the water sloshing around the movement.

Y/n reached behind her and unhooked the tub stop so the water slowly began to drain. She intended on having him come in her mouth. Wanted the pleasure of going down to dinner in front of the King and his mistress, not only carrying Harry’s baby but having his come in her tummy.

Harry gripped the edge of the tub and leaned his head back when he felt himself get close, “Gonna fuck you so good when you get back from dinner,” Harry was panting his words as precome began to pool over his tip.

“I can’t wait,” Y/n grinned at him and then lowered her free hand to his scrotum like she knew he liked and gently massaged.

Harry’s deep moan came out a little too loud, “Shh… my love. Keep quiet.”

Harry clenched his jaw and licked his lips as he looked at his Queen. The water had drained from the tub and he knew that having her on her knees must hurt so he put his hand over hers, “Here,” he said, standing up and helping her along with him to the bed.

She was thankful that he was so thoughtful. Her knees were fine but she was sure another a few minutes and they’d have been sore and bruised.

Harry lay on the bed and Y/n settled between his legs. But this time, the soft surface under her knees made it easier to bend down and take him into her mouth.

He sucked in a sharp breath as he watched the Queen give him head and keep her eyes on his. She was always so good.

And of course, with his balls being stroked gently and his cock being sucked and swallowed around Harry came down her throat. He threw his arm over his mouth and bit into the skin to keep himself quiet. They’d both gotten pretty good at being very quiet.

Harry jerked his hips up and his cock slid deeper down her throat causing her to gag and pull back a little as she swallowed his salty come down.

Harry quickly put his fingers into her hair and helped lift her off, “Sorry, Y/n. Didn’t mean to do that,” he smiled as she laughed and shook her head.

Dinner was roasted vegetables and seared salmon. The King and Lulu drank red wine and Y/n had sparkling mineral water with lemon. The baby was jumping around at the meal and the drink in her belly to which she placed her hand over the movement and smiled to herself. She was close to saying something to Edgar about it but decided she didn’t want to share the lovely moment with him. These things were only for Harry and her good friend Rory nowadays. The King wouldn’t get the privilege.

“Are you feeling better?” Lulu asked as she happily sipped her wine.

Y/n furrowed her brow in confusion, “What do you mean? I’ve felt just wonderful lately.”

“Oh. You were so bright red and flushed when you got here for dinner. I thought you might have overworked yourself. “

Y/n raised her eyebrows and rubbed over her bump as she nodded. She was flushed when she arrived at dinner because she’d just finished off her lover in her mouth and was turned on quite a lot, “Oh. Yes. Sometimes I struggle to put on my clothes. And I’d just had a warm bath so that could be why. But I’m just fine. Thank you so much for your concern.”

“Tomorrow I was thinking of taking Lulu to the Pasteur with the horses that’s up the road. Have you visited since you’ve been here?”

Shaking her head no she spoke, “Of course not. I’m not allowed to leave the estate. Those were your rules.”

Lulu paused her motion as she was about to take a bite and looked from the Queen to Edgar but kept quiet. Yes, that’s right, Lulu. The King has forbidden his pregnant wife from outside contact. That is the kind of man you’re dealing with. Y/n thought to herself smugly.

The dessert was lemon chiffon pie. A request from the Queen. She’d done it on purpose. She knew Edgar despised it.

Another bottle of wine was served for the King and his mistress while Y/n sipped tea and enjoyed the dessert.

“I hope you do find the accommodations to your liking. I’ve never actually slept in the bed you’ll be in, Edgar, but the view of the garden is lovely. I’m sure Lulu will love the view as well. Undoubtedly you already have plans to show her the room anyway before leaving tomorrow.”

The King stared at Y/n and if looks could kill…

“But, anyway… I’m exhausted. The baby would like some rest and I’ve had a long day,” the Queen spoke as she stood up and looked at Lulu, “It was so lovely to meet you. What a wonderful thing you’re doing taking care of Edgar while I’m away. I’m sure he’s as happy as a clam, he sure seems very pleased.” She shifted her sight to Edgar and dropped her smile before turning to head back to her room.

Opening the door to her prince charming was always such a welcoming sight. The man could do no wrong. No matter what he was doing when she walked in. And this time he was doing pushups with his hair pulled back in one of her silk scrunchies. His shirt was off and he was already beginning to sweat. She wondered if he’d done it on purpose, just for her.

He sat back onto his knees with a grin as she strolled over to him and put her hands down to cup his face, tilting his head to look up at her, “Getting a workout in?”

Harry wrapped his strong arms around the back of her thighs, those dimples she adored cutting into his cheeks, pink lips curving up, “Well what does it look like I’m doing? Haven’t really been working out much lately. In fact, no real workouts since I left Manon. Figured I needed to keep up with you a little. You’ll get tired of me otherwise. M’getting’ soft.”

Snorting a laugh as Harry stood up she shook her head, “You? Soft? And I can’t tell that you haven’t worked out. You’re just naturally fit I guess. Good genes and all,” she raised her brows and put her hands on her tummy.

Harry put his hands over hers, “Yeah. Good genes.”

Y/n slid her hands up his chest, feeling his warm skin and muscled pecs on her way up, “So… you promised me a little something earlier,” she raised a brow.

“Oh did I? Hmm… And what was that?”

Y/n pursed her lips and hummed, “I believe your words were something along the lines of you were going to fuck me so good after I get back from dinner.”

Harry laughed and pushed his mouth to hers in a quick smack before pulling away, “Sounds delicious. Let me just take a quick shower-“

“Oh no you don’t. I want you just like this,” she said bringing her hands back over his slightly damp pecs.

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and walked her backward to the bed as he kept his eyes on hers, “Then take your dress off my Queen. Let me see those big tits.”

His smirk was playful as he pulled his shorts down and started stroking himself. He watched her remove her clothes and his cock plumped up quickly at the sight of his pregnant Queen. When her breasts were freed from her bra he moaned and hastened his hand to pump himself to his tip. She was gorgeous. He’d never grow tired of looking at her, pregnant or not.

She was laid back into the bed gently as Harry moved over her body, his lips on her nipples and her bump and cunt.

“Already soaked, sweet girl,” Harry said running his fingers through her labia.

She nodded quickly, “Yes. Just fuck me, Harry. God, I need your cock or I’m gonna burst.”

Harry chuckled and tilted his head to look down at her, “Well, would hate for the Queen burst. Better give her what she wants.”

Harry laid down on his back and pulled her over him so she could sit and grind herself down on him. She loved hanging onto his pecs as she rode him gently, swaying her hips up and down, rocking her pelvis into his so her clit was being stimulated the whole time.

Harry squeezed her breasts in his hand as she rolled her hips and moaned. It was a delight to have him filling her and touching her. Having him every day for a week was doing wonders for her mental health, and probably her physical health too.

“Fuck, look at you, Y/n. Carrying my baby and riding my cock. You’re mine aren’t you?”

Y/n moaned and bit her lip as she nodded. She had to keep her volume down but Harry always felt so good and the way he talked to her in bed always made her toes curl. She sucked in a sharp breath when he bucked up into her, rocking his hips softly, “Yes. I love you. I’m yours, Harry.��

A small whimper fell from Harry’s mouth as he continued thrusting up into her. She was so wet and gripping his big cock just how he liked. But even with her pussy gripping him like it was, the sound was sloppy as they moved together.

“God I love you. Wanna get you pregnant again right after you have my first baby. Just keep knocking you up, fuck my come into you every night…” his words were strained as he spoke as quietly as possible.

“Yes! God… Fuck, Harry…” She widened her eyes and covered her mouth with one hand, looking at Harry who was chuckling, “shit that was loud.”

“If you want, we can do it like we did yesterday morning when the housekeeper was just in the hallway outside of the room.”

She grinned and lowered her hand from her mouth, “Actually, that sounds fantastic.”

Carefully, she pulled herself up and moved off of Harry, lying on her side as Harry moved in behind to spoon her. He lifted Y/n’s thigh, holding at the soft flesh underneath as he slid his cock back into position. He spoke quietly into her ear as he pushed himself inside of her, “There we go. Gonna fuck you like this, m’love. Make you cream all over my cock again. Ooh, fuck squeezing me so good baby. Just like that…” Harry closed his eyes as he bottomed out and positioned them so he could bring his hand to her mouth to keep her quiet just like they did the day before.

Y/n had been extra needy and she couldn’t wait til evening to have him. So she begged him and promised she’d be quiet even though the housekeeper was cleaning the hallway and the bathroom just feet from where she and Harry were. So he fucked her nice and slow and kept his hand over her mouth so the only noise coming from the room had been the subtle creaking of the bed.

When his palm covered her mouth she moved her own hand down to rub at her clit slowly as Harry plunged into her and pulled out to his tip, rolling his hips just right to get nice and deep.

Harry’s deep voice kept whispering into her ear, “You feel so good. Love how wet you get for me and how you’re so desperate for my cock. Love getting filled up with me don’t you?” His lips brushed against the back of her ear and she was already so far gone and moaning into his hand with abandon. Her noises were muffled as Harry panted and grunted quietly.

Her thighs were soaked. She’d made such a mess of herself once again and the sound of Harry’s cock plunging into her wet pussy was erotic and dirty.

He could feel her fingers brushing against his cock and then his balls as he pushed in further the way her fingers were rubbing at her clit. He knew her hand had to be wet with how everything between them was sticky with her arousal.

“Gonna come on my cock, love? Can feel your pussy clenching around me, your thighs are shaking. Let me feel you, Y/n.”

She was already coming before he finished speaking, her body tensing and her thighs beginning to close but Harry moved his leg between hers to keep her spread apart as he continued fucking into her.

Harry felt his balls tighten with his own orgasm. Her walls were pulsing around him and she was so wet and warm, “I’m gonna fill you up, Y/n. Fffuck, baby…”

Harry jerked his hips, reaching himself as far as his cock could go, and gasped as he moved his hand off the Queen’s mouth and held her thigh so he could use his thighs to continue working himself in and out as her cunt squeezed around him and milked his cock of every last drop of his come.

Moving her hand off her clit she reached around behind her to hold onto his forearm as he slowed his movements and let her leg fall down. Bringing his arm over her moved his hand over her breast and kissed her shoulder, “I love you. Love being with you. Would stay trapped inside this one room for the rest of my life if it meant being with you.”

Y/n laughed and turned her head, moving her body just enough that she could look over her shoulder at him, “Luckily you won’t have to do that. One day soon we’ll be able to be together without having to be trapped in a bedroom. Isn’t it funny that it’s been us in a bedroom alone together since the beginning? Only now we have more time. Can fall asleep next to one another, brush each other’s hair, make love all day long, watch movies, have long conversations… Actually, now that I think about it… being trapped in a room with you is pretty amazing.”

Harry squeezed her hip and pulled her in, lifting his head to kiss her. It was amazing. From the moment he first saw her again a week ago he knew this time would be different. There would be no going back from this. He would do everything he could to make sure that they ended up together.

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