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“Safe - Part Three”

mafia!harry x you

(“Safe” Masterlist)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: gunfire, talks of blood, angst, talks of death, and a bit of toxicity on Harry’s part for a few seconds

Plot: (Takes place after “Part Two”, but before “Part One”) You and Harry are out to dinner to celebrate six months together, but he’s met with interruption after interruption. The night takes an alarming turn - resulting in you begging him to be honest with you about who he really is.

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You sat alone at the table - Harry’s chair across from you being empty as he stepped away into a nearby hallway to take yet another phone call. This was the third one he had received since you got to the restaurant to celebrate six months of being together, and you weren’t sure if you had ever felt so unimportant to him.

Each time he got up from the table, he didn’t even excuse himself. He just got up and immediately pressed his phone to his ear.

It was obvious that Harry was passionate about his work, but you never thought that it would take priority in a setting such as this. The waiter had come over a few times now to check on you, and every single time Harry just happened to be gone. You felt pathetic. You knew you looked pathetic. A woman, in her most beautiful dress, being practically stood up by her boyfriend. Sure, he was still in the building, but this was no date.

You were having dinner all alone.

Dropping your fork onto the table, having been pushing your food around your plate anyway, you reached forward to grab your half finished glass of wine. You gulped it down before standing up while grabbing your purse off the back of the chair.

You weren’t going to sit around and be made a fool of any longer. If Harry wanted to fix this, he was going to have to put in a lot of effort. You didn’t take well to a man making you feel unworthy of his attention, especially when this whole thing was his idea.

Just as you turned your back to the table, and were starting towards the front of the restaurant, you felt a hand capture your wrist. You quickly looked over your shoulder, and you saw Harry with a look in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“We have to go,” he stated, beginning to pull you through the restaurant after dropping money down onto the table to cover the bill.

You could hardly keep up as you walked through the front doors of the building, and you saw Heath, Harry’s driver, pulling up out front. Harry ushered you in before him, and then climbed in afterwards.

It was silent as Heath started down the road, and you stared at Harry as he typed away viciously on his phone.

“Harry,” you said, but he continued to ignore you.

With a roll of your eyes, and a huff leaving your lips, you crossed your arms over your chest and looked out the window as the streetlights passed you by. You hoped that he was taking you back to his, that way you could collect your things you had left with the intention of staying the night, and then you could go home.

It was only a few minutes later that Heath started to make turns you had never been through before, and you soon realized that you were driving down a gravel road that you couldn’t see the end of. You could hear the sounds of other cars pulling in beside Harry’s, and you clutched to the bench seat underneath you.

“Harry,” you repeated as you looked over to him, and you could feel your heart rate quickening. “Where are we? What’s going on?”

Heath stopped after a few more seconds, and Harry finally looked over to you. “Stay in the car, do you understand me?”

He got out before you could respond, and you could see that he walked over to Heath’s door. They talked quietly for a bit, and after that you watched as Harry walked into the building that was just a ways in front of you - several men hopping out of the other cars that had shown up to follow behind him.

“Heath, what are we doing here?” You asked, and Heath met your eyes in the rear view mirror.

“I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N. I can’t tell you that.”

Anger started to fester even more in your being, and you sat up a little more in your seat. “This is absolute bullshit, do you understand? I’m not some object to be dragged around and ignored when I’m looking for answers.”

Heath didn’t say anything further, and he kept his sights straight through the windshield - as if he was waiting and keeping watch on the building.

You let out a laugh of disbelief before looking back out your window. “This is ridiculous.”

You weren’t sure how many minutes it had been since Harry left the car as your mind was racing. You were so in your own head that you jumped once you heard Harry’s door open, and your eyes widened when you saw blood stains all over his white button-up and suit jacket, as well as his face and hands.

“Heath, drive!” Harry yelled as his chest heaved up and down, and you reached out to him as Heath started to obey the command.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, almost grabbing at his shirt before Harry’s hands wrapped around your wrists.

“It’s not mine. Don’t worry.”

As you opened your mouth to speak again, the sounds of bullets ricocheting off the back of the car echoed through the vehicle, and you screamed - going to cover yourself, but Harry still had a hold on you.

Before you knew it, your seatbelt had been unfastened, and you found yourself on your back on the floorboard of the car. Harry’s body was on top of yours as he cradled the back of your head in his hand - forcing your face into the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered in your ear as you sobbed, grabbing to the front of his suit jacket as your arms were pinned between the two of you - there was no part of your body that wasn’t covered by him. “Everything is going to be fine.”

Harry knew that his car was bulletproof, and it had been that way since he bought it, but you getting injured wasn’t a risk he was willing to take - regardless of that knowledge. He’d take every single bullet if it meant that you would come out unscathed.

Once the noise of the bullets died off, Harry pulled your head back down so he could properly look at you, and his heart ached as he saw your mascara streaked cheeks, and your red eyes.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You couldn’t even find the words to answer him. You were in a state of complete shock as he helped you up off the floor of the car, and he sat you back in your seat - doing your seatbelt back up. He did the same for himself before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s been taken care of,” you heard him mumble quietly to whoever was on the receiving end of his phone call. “Tried to come after me in the end, but the guys took care of it.”

The phone call goes on for another minute or two, but you’ve tuned it out. All you can think about is getting home.

Pushing yourself against the door, and as far away from Harry as possible, you wrapped your arms around your body as you continued to slightly tremble. You had never actually heard gunshots in person before, and you hoped you’d never have to again.

This was without a doubt the most terrifying experience of your life, and it hurt that it came at the hands of the man you had fallen madly in love with. It wasn’t something you had confessed to him yet. You knew Harry had a bit of a shield up when it came to love, so you weren’t going to force it on him, but you knew you loved him.

“Y/N,” Harry saying your name brought you out of your thoughts, and it was then you realized you were at his house.

He didn’t say anything else as he got out of the car, and it was only a few seconds later that he opened your door. You stared at him for a minute before shaking your head.

“I want Heath to take me home,” you whispered, bottom lip trembling. “Please, just go get my bag, and let him take me home.”

Harry swallowed harshly as he looked over your face, and he felt himself growing sick in the stomach knowing he was the cause of you getting so worked up. He wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive himself for this.

“Please, baby, just…just come inside. I promise I’ll leave you alone. I just would feel a lot better about you being here with me tonight,” he coaxed you gently. “If you wake up in the morning, and the first thing you want to do is go home, then I’ll let Heath take you home.”

Truth was, he was scared that after what happened tonight that someone could still potentially try to get to you in order to get to him. He had been so careful about keeping you hidden away from this side of his life, but he had been tipped off tonight that one of his biggest rivals knew he had found himself a girl - that he was borderline settling down. The phone calls he was getting during dinner had kept him informed of the whereabouts of the man threatening you both, so when Harry knew his rival was going to be somewhere stationary for a bit, he went into action.

You felt completely conflicted. You had no idea why Harry had been caught up in back at that warehouse, and you didn’t know whether he was in the right or the wrong in terms of what happened.

Had you seen too much now? Was this his way of getting rid of you too? But what if you didn’t comply, and you didn’t do what he asked right now? Were you just going to make it worse for yourself if you didn’t obey?

Sucking in a deep breath, you finally nodded at Harry as you slipped out of the car, and you started towards the house. You waited for him to unlock the door, and once he had, you immediately went into the downstairs bathroom to try and clean yourself up.

You used the makeup remover you had in there to wipe your face entirely, and you decided to try and provide yourself with some normalcy as you went through the steps of your nightly skincare routine.

You exited the bathroom, and went back into the living area of Harry’s home to find no sight of him. You figured he was probably cleaning himself up as well.

Cleaning up all that blood.

Your eyes caught sight of his bar cart in the corner of the room, and you walked over to it - pouring yourself a hefty glass of whiskey before taking a seat at the head of his dining room table.

Sipping slowly, you stared blankly in front of you, and it wasn’t until you heard the sound of another glass meeting the table that your attention was stolen. You looked over to see Harry tracing his eyes over you, as if he were checking on you, before he sat down in the chair beside you.

He was now dressed in a pair of black joggers with a white tank top covering his torso - the black ink that lined his arms on full display for you to see.

It remained silent between the two of you for a while before you finally decided to speak - your emotions now focusing solely on your anger. “I need you to tell me who you are. Who you really are, and I need you to do it now.”

The scoff that left Harry’s mouth ignited something in you that you had never felt before, and you tightened your grip against the rocks glass in your hand.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” Harry stated with a shake of his head, and you knew you were on the verge of losing it entirely.

“If you don’t tell me, Harry, I will be more than happy to grab my things, and order myself my own Uber. I’ll leave here, and I’ll block your number. You’ll never see or hear from me again. Do I make that clear?”

Harry rolled his lips from one side to the other as he stared at you. “So that’s what you’re going to do, huh? Start giving me ultimatums? What do I scare you now or something?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, feeling tears of both fear and frustration filling your eyes again. “You do scare me. I’m fucking terrified of you right now!”

You watched as the look on Harry’s face softened, and you were almost certain that you could see his own tears pushing their way forward. “The last thing I want is for you to be scared of me, Y/N. That’s one of my biggest fears. It’s why…it’s why I’ve kept this all from you for so long.”

You had never seen Harry come even close to crying before, so as you watched his eyes start to glass over, you still felt a tugging in your heart.

“Well, until I get some answers, I don’t know how else to feel when being around you,” you whispered, moisture beginning to coat your cheeks. “I need you to tell me, Harry, please.”

Harry’s head on his shoulders - chin meeting his chest as he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. “I didn’t lie to you completely. I am an arms dealer, it’s just…not for the military.”

It was odd that you felt your heart tugging one moment, and then you felt it sinking into your stomach the next. You lifted your glass up to your lips, and took two large sips before putting it back down on the table.

“My father was a very powerful man when he was alive, and I was involved in a lot of it, however, when he died - I had to take over completely,” Harry continued, and you kept your eyes on him the entire time. “Tonight, a rival of ours was putting threats on me, and they somehow know about you now,” for the first time since speaking, Harry’s eyes met yours. “I’ve tried so hard to keep you hidden from all of this, but somehow someone found out that I’m involved with you.

“I’ve never had to be careful like this before because-” Harry cut himself off, clearing his throat as you saw the same tears from before glistening in his eyes again. “Because I’ve never been as involved with someone as I have been with you.”

You processed his words for a minute before speaking. “What I’m hearing is that you’re part of the Mafia?”

Harry knew that he needed to choose his next words carefully, and he took a sip of his drink as he tried to figure out how to phrase it.

“Y/N,” he sighed, looking into your eyes again. “I’m the head of my part of the Mafia.”

You could feel the color drain from your face as you slowly pressed your palms down against the table, and you pushed yourself out of your chair. Your steps were slow as you began to pace the area, and Harry watched you - riddled with worry.

“I can promise you that when you’re with me, you’re safe. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

It clicked in your head that you hadn’t seen Grant in a while. You stopped your pacing, and you looked over at him. Grant was officially a part of the mafia as well, so where had he gone?

“What happened to Grant? Were you so jealous that he almost had me first that you killed him?”

Harry slammed his hand down on the table, causing you to jump as he now stood up as well. “Grant was double crossing me, and he was actually doing it with the man I took care of tonight. I’m sure he was the one who revealed I had found someone that meant something to me. Grant was the reason they threatened us tonight.”

“So everyone knows now, huh?” You cried, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’ve got a target on my back, and you’ve got an even bigger one than usual on yours? This is fucked!”

“No,” Harry shook his head as he rounded the table to walk towards you. “They were the only ones who knew. We can still keep this away from the eyes of those who want to hurt us. We can-”

As he went to cup your face in his hands, you flinched away, and you watched as an expression you didn’t recognize took over Harry’s face.

He felt like his entire world could’ve shattered in that minute.

“You really are scared of me, aren’t you?”

“I’m trying not to be,” you told him honestly. “I just feel like I don’t even know who you are.”

“Y/N, baby,” Harry didn’t know what else to do. He felt like this was it. He was losing you. “I swear to you that I have been nothing but myself when I’ve been with you. Yes, I kept this a secret, but the way I feel about you, and how I’ve expressed that to you…that was all real.”

“But how can I know that? To me this just feels like I’m scraping the surface of your life, and I’m terrified that if I dig any deeper, I might not like what I see even more than I do right now.”

Now those were the words that broke Harry’s heart completely.

“Right,” he whispered, nodding his head.

He dragged the tips of his index and middle fingers along his chin, right under his bottom lip, before he let out a small laugh - picking up his glass from the table. It was then you saw tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’ll stay in my office tonight. You can sleep in my room, or the guest room...or wherever you feel most comfortable.”

No more words were spoken between the two of you as Harry walked up the staircase, and you heard the click of the door to his office.

After what he had told you, you knew it was best for you to stay here for the night. You believed he wouldn’t hurt you, that much was true, but discovering who he was overall is what was scaring you. This whole situation was blowing your mind. This was the furthest outcome of how you thought your night would end.

You gathered yourself as best as you could before also grabbing your glass - heading up the stairs. You walked into Harry’s bedroom and glanced over to the bed to see your overnight bag still sitting there. Your thoughts were immediately filled with how you’d be sleeping in that same bed alone tonight.

Slowly, your feet carried you over to the bed and you placed your glass down on the nightstand before sitting down at the foot of it - staring at your hands in your lap as tears continued to fall.

All you could keep thinking about was how much you loved him. He had become your everything in just six months, and now you were being told that he’s been hiding something so big from you. You wished he had told you sooner, and under different circumstances. You wondered when he would’ve told you if the events tonight hadn’t taken place.

Harry treated you with such respect, and doted on you constantly. He had always been there when you needed him. He was truly the perfect boyfriend, and you hated that you were seeing him as something else now. You didn’t want to.

Regardless of it all, you knew you still wanted him. But would you be able to look past this?

The door to the bedroom clicking open startled you, and you lifted your head up to see Harry walking in - looking down at his feet. “I’m sorry, I’ll be quick,” he said as he started towards the en-suite, about to pass by you on the bed. “I just need my toothbrush.”

Once he was in front of you, you reached out, not letting yourself second guess it, and you wrapped your hand around his fingers. “Don’t go,” you whispered, swallowing down a sob. “Please stay in here with me.”

You heard Harry let out a shaky breath before he looked over to you. His eyes were red and slightly puffy, and you wondered if he had continued to cry the last few minutes like you had.

“You want me to stay?” He asked, his voice sounding strained.

“Yes, I don’t want to be alone,” you confessed. “I don’t want to be without you. I’m sorry.”

This time you couldn’t force your sob away, and you dropped your head down on your shoulders as your whole body began to shake. Harry quickly sat down beside you, pulling you into his arms while pressing a kiss to your temple. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. Not a damn thing. I should be on my knees begging you for forgiveness. I’ve been foolish keeping you in the dark.”

You buried yourself into Harry’s chest as he maneuvered you around so that you were sitting in his lap. He continued to press kisses against your face as you cried, and you were sure you felt tears of his own mixing in.

“I love you,” you whimpered, gripping the back of his tank top in your hands as you held him close. “I love you so much, Harry.”

It may not have been the best time for your confession, but you couldn’t help it. You were so overwhelmed, and your emotions were heightened. You didn’t expect for him to say it back - you didn’t care if he did. You just needed to let him know.

“Y/N,” Harry brought one of his hands up to pull your face back so he could properly look at you. You watched as his eyes danced over your face, and he ghosted the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip before speaking again. “I love you too.”

Both of your mouths turned upwards into smiles, and you let out a soft laugh as you lifted your hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I didn’t expect you to say it back.”

“I’ve known it for a while. I just don’t know when to say it. You know me, I’m not good with the romantic side of things,” he said, now tracing your upper lip. “But you’ve got my entire heart, love. It belongs only to you.”

Leaning down, Harry pressed his lips against yours, and you could feel the tension in both of your bodies relax as soon as they touched. You parted your lips after a moment, letting Harry roll his tongue into your mouth as you shifted over his thighs.

At that moment, you thought that you could just sit there and kiss him like that forever - that you’d never feel the need for anything else but his mouth upon yours and his hands caressing your body.

Once Harry pulled back, the disconnect of your kiss echoed around the room in the form of a small ‘smack’, and you fluttered your eyes open to look into his.

“I thought I lost you,” he shook his head. “But I wouldn’t have blamed you for that.”

“I have a lot of questions,” you told him honestly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “But if you promise to be honest from now going forward about everything, then I’m still yours, Harry.”

Sucking a deep breath, Harry dropped his face into the side of your neck for a moment - puckering his lips against your skin quickly before sitting back up to properly look at you.

“I promise, Y/N. No more hiding,” he assured you, running the back of his fingers along your cheek.

You both continued to gaze at each other for a while, taking each other in completely, before engaging in another deep kiss.

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Just sending a welfare check after all those Normal People reblogs 😅😅😅🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

I JUST CACKLED!

I actually just finished reading the book this week and I watched the whole series for the first time last night. It made me extremely unwell 😂 But I loved it so much.

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Sex Club One-Shot it is then! 🤭 This one is going to be fun…

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@pscentral event 26: minimalism

Normal People (2020) All of Us Strangers (2023) Aftersun (2022)

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Marianne Sheridan and Connell Waldron NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) | EPISODE 11

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I love them so much 😭😭

Can’t wait for the next part 🫶🏻

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Warnings- possessive H, kind of a dickhead

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Things had shifted between Harry and Y/N.

He hadn’t been sure what to expect after she’d blown him, but she didn’t make it awkward at all. If anything? They were more comfortable around each other. Harry was less nervous to touch her, pulling her into his side as they sat on her new couch the next day or adjusting the hair from her face when the wind got it stuck in her lip gloss when they’d met for lunch. The way she reacted to his touch was much more noticeable to him now which made him feel particularly chuffed. Y/N was important to him before, but it seemed like the intimacy had elevated them to a different level.

It had only been a week since the night at her place where she’d given him the best blowie he’d ever received, but they hadn’t done much else. They had cuddled in bed that night, kissed a little bit, but he hadn’t had a chance to get her truly alone and it was driving him nuts.

Y/N was popular and she had a lot of activities she liked to do. Paint n’ sip classes she helped run, volunteering at the library, at the animal shelter, helping her new neighbor with her cat, on top of her own workload. The closest he’d gotten to alone time with her was when she arrived at his place on wednesday to climb into his bed and pass out, which she’d done with a smeared kiss to his lips. She’d been asleep once her head hit the pillow.

He’d gotten to see her out quite a bit as he was often wrangled into helping her. He used to pretend to be grumpy about it and huff and puff when she’d pat his head but he hadn’t even tried to do that this week. Instead he let his touches linger and watched her smiles grow, happy to get a few seconds to hug her before she had to move on to something else. It had been driving him out of his mind, and if they didn’t have the promise to go back to her place tonight he may have lost it.

House parties weren’t something he particularly liked, but when Y/N called him on video chat and gave him her puppy eyes while asking him to help her set it up for Sarah, he couldn’t say no. He did like the other girl well enough and he knew how crazy Y/N was about birthdays, so he’d given up his friday night to the whole surprise party.

Though he wasn’t feeling very generous with Y/N’s time anymore. For the first hour of the party he’d followed her around and lingered in the corners to make sure she was okay as she chatted to people, but this observing really did him in. She was so fucking perfect.

It hit him again how much he actually liked her. The whole experience was odd considering he hadn’t considered being in a relationship in this point of his life, content with hooking up and never seeing the other person again, but that was pre Y/N. Now that he had her in his world, it was hard to imagine himself with anyone but her. Sure, she was his opposite in a way, but they attracted. That’s what all the books and movies said, anyways. He want content just observing her, ignoring mostly anyone else who would come up to him or give them one worded answers with his eyes on his girl, the pretty little butterfly fluttering around the room.

The feeling had been so unfamiliar that the first time he’d felt it, he’d thought it was heartburn or something.

Harry had already admired her before but it was a whole other level seeing how much she tried to make other people feel seen. She gave them attention, smiling and listening intently before gracefully getting her exit out only to be stopped by someone else. How a woman like that had been into him enough that she’d wanted to blow him and keep him around, he had no clue. But there was no taking it back, and he was feeling greedy.

Cornering her in the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes at her as she looked at him with a giddy smile. “M’tired of sharing your attention.” he said it simply, placing his hands on her hips and backing her into the quieter corner. She squeaked as her back hit the wall, a nervous giggle leaving her throat as he loomed over her. “Barely got a lick of your attention all week, and m’not happy about it, pet.” His lip pouted slightly, the ring on it glinting at the motion.

She frowned, wrapping an arm around his neck. “I know it’s been really busy, H, and I’m sorry. I just wanted to help people out.” She sighed, watching him look over her face. The girl looked a little tired, which he didn’t like.

“I know you do, sweets, but you’ve got t’learn how to tell people no. You’re spreading yourself too thin and you barely have a moment to breathe. Yeah, m’greedy for your attention but I don’t like the idea of you being tired and running ragged because people ask you t’do shit. They know you’ll say yes.” It actually did piss him off. He didn’t think everyone had malicious intent, no, and he knew Y/N was a big girl who could handle herself. But sometimes he had to wonder why they were so comfortable asking such big things of her.

“I do like to help, though.” She tried to protest but really couldn’t, because he was right. She was bone tired and despite her bubbly nature, she had been deflating slightly as the night went on. Their weekend together was the reprise they got to have where she knew she’d have time to breathe. Selfishly she liked that Harry was able to be blunt and a little mean. He wasn’t to her, but his protectiveness of her really showed.

“Yeah, but it means I get less time with you. And m’a selfish man, Y/N.” Tipping her chin up, he lowered his face towards her. “Not to mention you’ve been too busy to let me properly fuckin’ kiss you. Like your little pecks darlin, they’re cute, but where’s the kiss you gave me with my load on your tongue? Hm?”

Y/N sputtered, whining at his dirty mouth but he could tell she liked it. Her eyes had widened but she had no real heat to her scolding, instead leaning into him a bit more. “I didn’t know you wanted me to kiss you like that.” The admission followed a beat of silence.

“Always want you to kiss me, are you fuckin’ kidding?” He grumbled. “Can’t jus’ give me the best blowie of my life and fuck off. Didn’t let me return the favor which m’dying to do, but even more you’ve been keeping this mouth from me. Don’t like it one bit.” His thumb brushed over the plump bottom lip, exhaling through his nose as he shook his head. “S’a fucking shame. Can’t get how good we tasted together out of my head. Not trying to pressure you if you don’t want to do that stuff, you can tell me to fuck off but.. I don’t think y’want me to.”

“No, I…” She stumbled over her words. “I do want those things. I just didn’t expect you to talk so dirty.” The tilt of her lips gave the clue that she liked it. “I didn’t want to assume it meant more than just that even though I wanted it to and - oh”

His mouth cut her off. Catching her off guard her lips opened a little bit, letting him be selfish and slip his tongue into her sweet mouth. Humming at the taste, his arm leaned against the wall as he held himself over her while the other kept her jaw angled the way he wanted it. The kiss was just like him. Intense and hot and a little sweet at the end when he pulled back and pressed three more pecks to her lips, rubbing his nose against the side of hers. “None of that shit. Meant a hell of a lot to me, silly little thing. Want to do it all the damn time. So you’re gonna have t’take it easy with giving all your time away, hm? Think I need some more of your help soon… and maybe…” He released her jaw to slide his hand to the back of her neck, massaging it just a little. “Maybe you’ll let me help you, hm? Someone’s got t’take care of such a sweet little thing. It isn’t fair.”

“H-Harry.” She felt her cheeks getting hot. Harry’s attention had always been intense and maybe that’s part of the reason she’s been so busy this week. Anxiety over being truly alone with him again in case he regretted it, if he didn’t like what they did and didn’t know how to let her down easy- but this was the ideal, she thinks. Regardless of how much he flustered her, or how he was the biggest energy in the room, she found herself preening at the attention he gave her. “It meant a lot to me too.”

Her hushed voice made him smile, leaning in to press a chaste kiss between her brows. “Good. Can we get going, then? Or would y’let me lick your cute little cunt in one of these bedrooms?” Did he say it just to watch her squirm? A little, but only because it was really fucking cute.

“We can go. I’ve just got to say goodbye to some people.” She sent him a shaky smile as he nodded, pushing off the wall to wrap his arm around her shoulders. It was a new feeling for her to feel so… claimed. They had been around each other pretty consistently for a while but she could feel people looking, considering Harry was usually the victim of her clinging to his arm instead. Open affection wasn’t something anyone had seen from him, let alone with a girl that was so clearly different than him, but something about that made her giddy.

Harry was impatient in general, but he tampered it down as Y/N said goodbye to the people she knew here. It was just in her nature to be a polite little flower, floating around the room to wish everyone a good evening. Her manners, oddly enough, aroused him. He liked seeing her be so sugary sweet and knowing that it was 100% genuine. It was even more nice to see considering he’d had a glimpse of what a bold and filthy girl she could be. The blowie the night she’d moved in had completely taken him off guard and let him know then and there that her innocence wasn’t all encompassing. She had some shadows to her, and he planned to see how full they could extend.

His arm was around her as she said goodbye, merely nodding when people acknowledged him and not bothered when they didn’t. All that mattered to him was they were polite to her- though one of the guys had been a bit too bold, especially considering he was right fucking there.

“Her eyes are on her face, not her tits.” He said lowly. “And if you’d like t’keep yours, I suggest you remember that.” There was no full aggression, only a promise that he intended to keep. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d go at someone for her.

Thankfully the prick flushed, muttering apologies before dashing away so he could use this as an excuse to get them the fuck out of there.

Harry didn’t love parties. He didn’t like lots of people. He went for 3 reasons only, and they depended on the night. To get a drink, to get a fuck, or for Y/N. Though now he supposed he’d have an excuse for not going to many others. The plan was to keep Y/N to himself and not have to deal with the people he’d fucked around with not getting the hint even after he stated what he wanted. For once in his life he wanted one person and one person alone, and she was under his arm.

To his surprise, she didn’t say anything about his snarky reply to the guy they’d last said goodbyes to, instead leaning into his side as they approached his car. It was a bit nippy outside and he knew she ran cold, so he’d remedy that quickly. “C’mere.” He sighed, picking her up and placing her on the hood of his car. Stripping his flannel off, he motioned for her to splay her arms out, helping her put it on. “Wasn’t too bad when you left but it’s a little too cold out for you now, hm?” His voice was softened as he stood between her knees, face level with her as he slipped his hands under the new layer.

“I never remember to grab a sweater.” She admitted, smiling shyly as she felt palms running over her back. This was different. The whole thing was, seeing as Harry’s treatment of her had considerably softened up. He’d always been nice to her, don’t get her wrong! He let her sit on him and mess up his hair and hold his arm but… feeling him be the touchy one for once really made her feel… validated? Appreciated? She wasn’t sure of what the right term would be, but she felt like he liked her more than she had originally thought. “Who’s place do you want to go to?”

“Hm… maybe mine. I just did a grocery shop. I know you’ve been busy this week, so I don’t want to go and mess up your place.” Y/N would be a bit unsettled if it got messy and he was planning on seeing what exactly he could get her to do with him.

It had been circling around his mind the whole week, how he wanted to make it up to her. How he wanted to take her properly and feel her cum around his cock and his tongue and his fingers- anywhere he could get it. He was a man starved, pathetically so, but he didn’t have any shame in it.

“Okay. I like your place.” It was the truth. He had a nice place in her opinion. It was bigger than her own, but not cold. Darker in aesthetic, brick and dark colors and richer patterns. She’d helped him make it nicer after she had seen the state of it the first time, a real bachelor pad that made her worry for his comfort. Thanks to the sweet girl, he had a much more comfortable sectional couch, a coffee table- with coffee table books, no less- and some art. She’d helped pick out his bar stools for his island in the kitchen, too. Little bits of her were all over his place, but that’s how he wanted it to be.

“I’d hope so. You helped make it.” He snorted, tugging her closer to him so their centers were flush. The silence happened again, this time a little heavier. “I missed you this week.” The sentiment was repeated as he dragged a hand from under the warmth of his flannel and brushed the hair out of her face. The breeze hadn’t been much of a help. “I sleep better when you’re around. Know I like to give you shit and call you a needy pup, but I love it when you’re like that.” Tipping her chin up, he sighed as he observed her soft features. The slope of her nose, the mascara on her lashes that had flaked just a little bit, the slightly faded lip stain. He couldn’t imagine not being obsessed with her.

“I’m glad. I used to think I was a little annoying to you.” She admitted, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I’m sorry I was so busy. I didn’t think you’d mind.” Historically he’d get grumbly about it but he understood- and she’d usually pop over or invite him to her old flat.

“Course I mind. Not that you have stuff to do but you overwork yourself and…” licking his lip, he debated on whether or not to say it. “Was just hoping that you weren’t avoiding me, is all. That I didn’t make you uncomfortable last weekend.”

Her heart clenched in her chest as she saw his eyes dip to the side, for once in his life showing a bit of vulnerability. Harry never seemed anxious about much, his general setting being a blank stare or a smug smirk, so it wasn’t something she saw often. Sometimes when he was drunk he’d get a little mushy about things but he hadn’t had much, if anything tonight. “No. Of course not. I initiated it, remember?” Her hand lifted to his face, the skin slightly cool from the night air. “I wanted to do it. I promise. If I was uncomfortable I’d tell you. Listen…” adjusting slightly, she caught his eye. “I feel the most safe when I’m with you. Sure, sometimes it feels like I’ve got a guard dog, but I feel really secure. I know you’d never hurt me, you always are so careful with me even if everyone else thinks you’re all rough and tumble… I know you and I know you’d only even touch me in ways I like. I really was busy, but I was just nervous you’d regret it too.”

Harry’s brows furrowed at her admission. While he was over the moon that she always felt the safest with him, he had no idea why she would think he’s regret it. “Never. I just kept thinking about it. I wanted to do it more. I don’t regret anything, and I feel like I’ve got t’make sure you know that I don’t think of you as one of those quick fucks.” Even if she hadn’t said it, he was sure that was a thought that had lingered around in her head. That was his reputation and he’d be stupid if he didn’t know better.

“I.. I never thought of it as that, no, but I wasn’t expecting commitment.” She admitted back, eyes wide as he looked into his own. It squeezed his chest, the idea of just being with her sexually. That wasn’t what he wanted.

“No. I want commitment.” He said lowly. “You aren’t just a fuck to me, Butterfly. Not in the slightest. I fuckin’ adore you, y’know that?” He sighed, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip and tugging it slightly before letting it snap back into place. “You’re my girl. You’ve been my girl for a while. I’ve jus’ been a bit of a pussy in trying to initiate anything because the last thing I wanted was for you t’think that you were just someone else I went to bed with. M’tired of that.” All he wanted to do was crawl into bed with her at night and feel her kissing him in the morning or watch her sleepy little face as she dreamt. All the fluffy, mushy shit he used to feel sick from were the exact things he craved. “Couldn’t get it up for anyone else after a while. I was only able to thinking about you and… after a bit, I had no desire to be around anyone else. They didn’t smell like you, didn’t sound like you. My cock was set on you and I think my heart wants to follow.”

Y/N had to laugh at his last words but also in shock. She’d heard herself at the beginning of their friendship how he’d scoff at the idea of a relationship, made fun of the romance movies she liked, heard about him disappearing at a party for a bit before coming back with messy hair and swollen lips, sometimes a fly undone. But slowly that had stopped, if she recalled. The hookups, the snarky comments about love. It dwindled. Snark still existed for other things but he seemed to be more lighthearted around her. “You… you want like, a relationship with me?” Her eyes rounded at the thought.

“I’d say don’t act so surprised, but I get it.” He had to admit that, a smile on his face. It surely was a lot for her to process, considering it still had him in a tizzy and he’d had months to work over these feelings. “Yeah. Want you to be mine. M’not good at sharing, though, so you’re gonna have to tell some of these people that you have a boyfriend that wants to love on you a bit when they demand your attention.” There was another pause as his ears turned a bit red. “If, if that’s what you’d want, though. I don’t want to rush you into a label or anything, m’fine with jus’ figuring shit out but I’ve thought of you as mine for a while and-“

Her hand pulled him to her, shutting him up with her lips.

The man, for all his dark demeanor and rough glances, melted under her touch. Hummed into the kiss in surprise, cupping her jaw and reciprocated immediately as her hands went to the back of his neck to hold on to him. That giddy feeling in his stomach was buzzing as she giggled against his mouth as he chased it when she pulled back to get a proper breath.

“C’mere.” He mumbled, nudging their noses. “Lips are cold. Don’t be cruel, little Butterfly.”

Y/N couldn’t have that, could she? “Sorry, boyfriend.” She smiled against his lips, pressing them right back where they belonged.

#harrystylesfanfic #harry styles fanfic rec

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heartateasee · 23 hours

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Hi! For the safe series i’d rly want ti see if they ever like have kids or get married, harry introducing her to his staff and family

Ooo okay! I definitely don’t see children for them, at least not right now, but marriage and an introduction further to his staff and family I can do 🤭

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heartateasee · 23 hours

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Thank you for the read and the reblog! I love them too 🥹