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Broken Bonds- Part 9

Former (ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, BabyDaddy! Jay Halstead x Reader

When an undercover op leaves Jay struggling you don't leave him to face it alone

Warnings: talks of violence, hate crimes

“So are we doing a co-ed baby shower or am I gonna be the only guy there?” Kevin asked, sitting on the edge of your desk with a broad grin. You pushed your chair back a little to look up at him and shook your head with a laugh “Didn’t really think it was an issue of guy or gal. If anyone who loves me and Jay wants to come celebrate our daughter, they’re welcome to”

He nodded “Well then you know I’m gonna be there. Vanessa and Jordan have even sent gifts once they found out she was a girl and you know uncle Kev has to make sure she’s looking right” time he said that apparently Addy wanted to make her opinion known because you could feel what was either her elbow or knee running across your stomach. Kevin watched the movement with a small smile until you grabbed his hand and felt around a little before placing it right on top of her movements. His smile grew when he felt her “Damn. She’s as strong as her mama”

Kevin was one person you hadn’t worried about judging you in the least from the word go in any of this. He’d always had the biggest heart and if he cared about you? He’d go to war in a heartbeat. “I’m sorry we haven’t really gotten to spend any time together in the last few months Kev. I swear you’re still my best friend” you told him and he laughed lightly, turning his hand from holding your stomach to holding yours “I know lil mama. You’ve been going through a lot. I’m just glad it seems to be calming down a little because I was worried there for a while”

You cut your eyes around to where Hailey was talking to Kim, Hank was on the phone and Adam was gone with Jay. “Did everyone notice how insane my emotions were?” he shrugged “Upton pushed it off on hormones anytime anyone mentioned it so they wouldn’t push the subject but I know you. You know I love Jay and Mouse but if those two would’ve put enough stress on you that something would’ve happened to you two? I would’ve been helping Stella drop bodies”

You laughed at the thought of your fire lieutenant sister and detective best friend sneaking onto a military base in an active war zone to go after someone, only after taking out a detective in Chicago. “Neither of them would’ve purposely done that” he nodded “I know but that wouldn’t have helped our feelings” you shook your head “You two are insane, you know that?” he shrugged “You are her sister and damn near mine. We’re just as protective of you as you are of us”

You gave his hand a squeeze “And I always will be” he winked at you then stood up “In that case since I know I don’t gotta crash next week I’m gonna get back to work” you motioned to your computer “Me too”

Things had gotten better. Things were still pretty silent from Mouse but you hadn’t expected him to exactly be chatty. That man had taken more than anyone should’ve had to in stride and still put your health first.

The first time you’d gotten an email from him after telling him about Addy you’d nearly cried even if it was just a photo of a crescent moon over the base with one line that said Made me think of you

You’d changed the background of your phone to the photo and planned to keep it like that until Addy was born and took its place. The standing plan was that he’d only call if his unit was moving, his orders changed or his contract got an end date. Beyond that or the emails you sent him he didn’t want any contact and you couldn’t blame him. That was why you always kept the emails short, just told him you hoped he was safe and left it at that. You refused to hurt him worse, even if it made you ache not to tell him at every chance just how much you loved him and hoped like hell you’d get to see his face again one day.

It was about noon, everyone was just finishing up lunch at their desks when Hank came walking out of his office “Listen up. We had a shooting at a mosque on the south side. Three confirmed dead, two on their way to med. Upton and Burgess, go to med and interview the families. See if anyone remembers anything. Kidd see if you can pull anything from any traffic cams or security cams nearby. The rest of us will head to the scene”

You nodded and turned to your computer as everyone started grabbing their jackets. You felt Jay’s hand on the back of your chair before he was leaning over you to gently touch your stomach. “I’ll see you when I get back” “Talking to me or her?” you teased so he kissed the top of your head “You’re carrying her so both”

You heard him turn to catch up with Kevin who he was no doubt riding with so you turned your attention to trying to find any footage you could of the shooter.

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By the time everyone got back to the precinct the knot in your stomach was growing. You’d clocked the posture and formation of the guys the moment you saw it. When you pulled the partial of the tag you’d gotten from the getaway car it had confirmed your fear. It belonged to Matthew Riley, an Army vet who was medically discharged about four years before.

When you dug deeper you found out he’d struggled with PTSD, depression then that turned into substance abuse which in turn caused his wife to leave him and get granted full custody of his two kids. The last social media footprint you could find was on a page for a militia type group that was ranting about the “outsiders” in the country and how they needed to “purify” it.

“Kidd, what ya got?” Voight asked as everyone filed in from the back hallway because you were at the board, adding everything you’d found. Your eyes flickered towards Jay before you ran down everything you’d found out.

“Ok, do we have anything more on this group?” you shook your head “I’ve put in some calls but so far nothing. This is the first big move they’ve made. Considering the gear I couldn’t identify any of the other men and on their site there’s too many to narrow it down before they could hit another target. I’ve got an address on Riley’s ex wife and an A.P.B. out on his car”

Hank nodded “Ruzek and Burgess go talk to the ex. Atwater, Upton and Halstead hit the streets, see if any of your C.I.s may have heard something” “Got it boss” Adam nodded then him and Kim headed for the back hall.

You grabbed Jay’s hand on the way by “Hey, you good?” you knew how these types of cases affected him in the past. He smiled slightly “Yeah, I’m good” then slowly pulled his hand out of yours and headed behind Adam and Kim. Kevin patted your shoulder on the way by and Hailey assured you “We’ll keep an eye on him”

The ex wife proved to be a bust. She hadn’t spoken to him since their divorce two years before. “She stuck with him as long as she could. It just became too much” Kim explained from where she sat on Hailey’s desk. Jay hadn’t spoken since him, Kevin and Hailey had come back from talking to C.I.s and you were starting to worry but you weren’t going to say anything.

“Kidd, anything on any of the other members of the group?” Hank asked you so you shook your head “The ones that actually have phones I’ve got but they’re inactive. The ones that have cars I’ve yet to find on any traffic cams. It’s like they’re all hold up somewhere just out of eyesight and that thought alone is scary as hell”

Kim’s phone started ringing so she answered it, looking around as she said “Thank you for letting us know” when she hung up she stood and walked to the board to move one of the victim’s faces over to the deceased slot. “Damn” Kevin breathed.

Adam ran a hand down his face “How do we find a fricking unit that has just as much, if not more training as we do and doesn’t want to be found?” Jay cut his eyes up “Put a prime new member out in the open for them” you felt your heart drop. Was he really offering to go under?

You could practically feel everyone’s eyes on you when Hank said “You think that’s a good idea Jay?” Jay nodded “C’mon Voight. We set up somewhere with a few other undercovers. Make it big enough and look good enough to get their attention. They’ll find me then we got em”

Your hand went to your stomach without thinking. You wouldn’t interfere with Jay’s job anymore than you’d want him to interfere with yours. That didn’t mean you had to like it and that didn’t mean you wouldn't be keeping Stella and Will on speed dial for the entirety of this op.

Hank nodded slowly “I’ll make some calls and get your uc apartment in line” Jay nodded as Hank walked towards his office. You refused to look anyone in the eye but a pin drop could’ve been heard when Jay stood and walked over to your desk “Hey, can we talk?” you looked up to see he was holding a hand out. Hailey, Kevin, Adam and Kim were all four trying their best to make it look like they weren’t paying attention.

You stood without Jay’s help and walked towards the breakroom. He walked in behind you and shut the door then pulled the blinds. You turned to face him after taking a deep breath. “I don’t fucking like this Jay. The last time you went under like this you and Mouse were up for a week straight after”

He took a step towards you so you met him halfway, letting him slip his arms around you. He rested one hand on your lower back and one on your stomach “I’ll be ok. It’ll just be a few days but you saw what those guys did. What if that was the beginning? You pulled the videos off their site, saw what their ideas are. We can’t leave them on the street”

You nodded “I know. I know it’s our job. That doesn’t mean I have to fucking like it” he smiled and leaned closer to press a kiss to your temple “Can I ask one favor?” you nodded “Yeah” he pulled away to look down at you “Will you stay with Stel while I do this?”

“Why?” you asked and he moved the hand on your stomach around just enough that Addy reacted to it. “Because you’ll be worried. Here you’ll have everyone around you but when you go home I know your mind will get too loud. With her and Kelly there it wont. Plus if something went wrong they would be there. That helps me focus knowing you two are good”

“Low blow Halstead” you grumbled and he grinned “See? I can play that game too” you shook your head “I’ll text her to let her know” “Thank you”

It was decided Adam would go under with Jay because a two man team taking out a clinic of “outsiders” was more believable than one. While Adam’s undercover persona Jon didn’t have the military background Jay’s undercover persona Curtis did because he didn’t know the things Jay did, you did make Jon’s father former military to make him more attractive to the group.

You sat watching the security footage of the “clinic” from the precinct. The plan was for “Jon” and “Curtis” to attack the clinic around ten and the CPD to barely miss catching them. You had rooted their online manifesto right to the militia group’s front door. All you had to do now was sit back and let it play out.

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Once Voight called it you made sure the false news report would be everywhere online any member of the group looked. They’d have no choice but to find “Jon” and “Curtis”

You sat at your desk,waiting to get a text from Jay. He was supposed to let you know when he and Adam got back to the uc apartment. Hailey, Kim, Kevin and Hank were on their way back along with a loaner detective from major crimes that worked well with the unit in the past since you couldn’t exactly hit the streets.

You were on the verge of panicking when your phone chimed we’re under. Stay safe. See you soon. That would be the last contact you could have with Jay until the actual meet with the group came down. All other contact would be through Voight or Kevin.

You let out a breath and laid your phone down, running a hand over your stomach. Why had your life gotten so complicated? You couldn’t dwell because all at once the group’s phones started lighting up one by one “Took the bait” you whispered to yourself with a smile before going to work to try to triangulate their locations.

You couldn’t sleep. Why the hell did you expect yourself to be able to sleep? Your baby was planning soccer with your internal organs, the father of said child was undercover waiting to be plucked up by an extremist group with one of your closest friends.

You turned over for what felt like the thousandth time when the door opened of Kelly and Stella’s spare bedroom you were back staying in. You looked over your shoulder to see Stella. “Did I wake you up?” you asked with a grimace. She shook her head “No. I was worried about you”

She walked over and climbed into the bed behind you, sliding her arm around your waist to rest her hand on your stomach. “Mouse will survive this tour. Jay will survive this undercover op. Addy will be the healthy and happy and everything will eventually work out ” “I know” you whispered and she buried her face into your hair “Then sleep because my niece needs it” you laughed lightly and said “Yes ma’am”

It wasn’t long before you did indeed find yourself lulled to sleep simply by the comfort of being held.

It took exactly two days before Adam and Jay were neck deep with the group and privy to their next target. It was the larger mosque on the north end that was hosting a celebration. Over two hundred people planned to be in attendance. They also didn’t plan to just use guns this time.

The unit’s floor had never been more insane than it currently was. Detectives from Major crimes, a couple marshals and even an agent or two from ATF was slammed into the tight quarters ready to swoop down upon Voight’s all clear.

You’d had one or two of them doubt your being there with how far along you were until you hacked one agent’s phone while smiling in his face. “What she can’t do in the field she’s learned to do behind a computer” Hank told them with a smug smirk. You shrugged at the agent “That was slow compared to who I learned from”

After that no one doubted you being there and instead was routing questions your way too. Especially when Hank added in one of the detectives that had gone under was your child’s father. That had earned you a look of respect from the marshals at the fact that you were working so calmly under pressure, if only they knew it was a fake it till you make it kind of thing.

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You watched everyone leave and was left listening to the coms and watching surveillance from the convenience store across the street. You felt your stomach flip when a truck rolled up outside of the mosque and men started to step out. Even in full gear, with a mask on you would recognize Jay anywhere. Next to him you clocked Adam along with half a dozen other men.

According to the message Adam got out to Hank there were four other men that would plan the explosive while the rest of them were supposed to take out who they could with the firearms. “Hold until my signal. Those are my guys” Hank warned across the coms and you smiled. He was an asshole but his unit was his.

You saw Jay say something to another man and assumed that was probably Matthew Riley. Damn you wished he had a com to know what was going on. Another car rolled up and that must have been the signal because the men spread out and moved towards the mosque. Four went to the front entrance and four towards the back.

You said a silent prayer when the group with Jay and Adam disappeared from the screen. You didn’t have eyes inside so you would be blind. The sound of automatic gunfire made you flinch right before Voight’s voice “Go go go”

You watched as agents poured out of homes and cars that were around the mosque. You saw Hailey’s blonde hair next to Kevin’s broad frame followed by Kim’s dark brown hair and took a deep breath. Your unit would bring him back. You had to trust that.

Out of the ten members of the group, eight arrests were made. One guy got shot drawing on Hailey and unfortunately Matthew forced Jay’s hand into putting him down.

In total the group had thirty three members. One of the arrests rolled over on the rest of the names and after that addresses were easy to find. Judges were lining up to sign their warrants. It was nearly ten at night by the time the final arrest was made and your unit made it back to the precinct to finish up and head home.

You were talking to Trudy when Hank led the unit up through the back hallway. Adam was first through and he gave you a tired smile then was Kim who smiled “That was exhausting” Hailey walked over to whisper in your ear “He tried to talk Matthew down. Adam said the two spoke a lot over the last couple days” you nodded and she patted your shoulder with a small smile.

Kevin walked over and leaned down to hug you when he walked in “I hate these kind of cases but love when they’re done” you laughed lightly “Yeah, they’re even worse when you’re stuck here”

Jay was last through the door. He looked like he hadn’t slept since the last time you saw him. There was blood splattered on his jeans, what looked like dirt or soot smeared across one side of his face and the look in his eyes told you his mind was anywhere but there. You cut your eyes at Hailey who gave you a small nod. “Everyone head on home” Voight dismissed you all as soon as he saw Jay was in the bullpen as if he was waiting on him.

You stood up and walked over to where Jay was now leaning against the wall, hands resting on the vest he still wore which alone told you his head wasn’t on right because normally he would’ve already stripped the vest. You didn’t quite touch him, afraid of startling him because you didn’t know how bad it was “Jay?” you called his name lightly and he blinked before his eyes finally focused on you and the look in them softened automatically “Hey”

“Hey” you smiled and held your hand out “You headed home?” he nodded and took your hand. He didn’t say anything as the two of you walked downstairs behind Kevin who looked over his shoulder at you twice. You shrugged because you didn’t really know what Jay needed at that moment so you had to trust he’d let you know.

Once you were outside in the cool night air Kevin wished you both goodnight and headed for his car. You walked with Jay to his truck. “So I’m gonna go home tonight since you’re not under anymore” you spoke and he nodded “Ok” he reached out a hand to your stomach but stopped and curled it closed “I’ll see you later” he spoke low, eyes moving from your stomach to your face. You nodded “If you need anything you know where I am”

He watched you walk over to your jeep and get in before climbing in his truck. A part of you started to ask if he wanted to stay with you but you weren’t sure that was the right idea either. You sighed as you pulled out onto the road, glancing down at the polaroid and ultrasound on your dash before turning your attention to the road.

You were asleep, curled up on your side when your phone started ringing. You groaned as you pushed yourself up the bed and tried to find it without opening your eyes. When your hand finally wrapped around it you brought it to your ear and just answered it with a “Kidd”

At first you thought whoever it was had hung up before Jay’s voice finally hit your ears “I’m sorry for waking you up but can I please come over?” you wiped a hand down your face,worry for him pushing sleep out of you. “Of course” “I’m on the way” he replied then hung up.

You laid the phone down then climbed out of bed. You needed to put on sleep pants considering you’d gone to bed in just a maternity camisole, which considering it was winter was probably insane but she was making you a human furnace most night.

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You’d nearly dozed back off on the couch by the time Jay knocked on the front door. You walked over and opened it to let him in and closed it behind him. The moment he crossed the threshold he pulled you into a hug, one hand going to your stomach. “Please don’t take her from me” he begged, voice breaking.

“Jay?” you asked, leaning back as far as you could from his grip to look up at him. Dark circles were under his eyes, that same hollow look still there along with unshed tears. He’d showered and changed but you doubted he’d ate or slept since leaving work.

“What is it?” you asked, feeling your own tears threaten to fall at seeing his. “It broke him losing his kids sweetheart. That’s what made him not care. Everything he saw, everything he did. He could deal with it by going home to his kids but when he lost them he didn’t care anymore. Please don’t take my little girl, I love her so damn much already. I know the shit in my head gets to be a lot at times but I am trying to be better for her I really am”

You pulled him down into a hug and felt him bury his face into the bend of your neck, tears wetting your skin “Jay you listen to me. You are her father.I would never take her from you. I see that you’re trying. You’re a good man and if you stumble I won’t leave you down there I’m gonna help you to your feet. We’re partners, remember?”

He nodded and you blinked hard a few times to stop your own tears from falling. “I knew this case would mess with your head” “I’m sorry for waking you up for this” he whispered and you stepped back to look up at him, really look at him “How much have you slept in the last week Jay?”

At his silence you shook your head and grabbed his hand “C’mon” He let you lead him through the apartment and to your bedroom, his eyes widening slightly “Don’t get excited cowboy. We ain’t hitting round two” you teased, reaching to take his jacket off then nodded to his boots “Kick those off”

He did as you told then looked at you questioningly so you said “Take your jeans off unless you’d rather sleep in them and if you would it’s nice knowing I’m pregnant by a psychopath” “I didn’t come over here to try to get in your bed” he whispered, eyes dropping to the floor as a look of shame flashed across his face at the thought that you were thinking this was a show to get you to take him to bed. You nodded “I know but you have said and I’ve seen that you sleep pretty well when you’re near her and currently being near her means near me. So get comfortable and get in the bed. I’m pregnant and tired. You’re exhausted so let's go to bed”

He nodded slowly and unzipped his jeans before pushing them off his hips. He folded them in half and sat them on top of your dresser. You smiled “See? No big deal since I have seen you naked after all” you ran a hand over your stomach and he smiled so you waved a hand “I’ve got the left side so you’ve got right” you slipped under the covers and motioned to him.

“Is it ok if I take my shirt off?” he asked and you touched your hand to your chest in mock shock “Oh my Mr Halstead! Topless! That’s indecent” and was rewarded with a full grin before he slipped his shirt off and put it with his jeans before joining you in the bed.

He turned on his side facing you and brushed the hair out of your face, hand cupping your chin. “Thank you. I know I’m not who you want here but thank you” you covered his hand with yours and smiled softly “Get some sleep Jay. You deserve it” his hand moved from your face to your stomach “What happens if Mouse decides to come home when his contract ends?”

That was the first time in weeks he’d directly said anything about Mouse. You raised your eyes to look up at him “What do you mean?” he raised his eyes to yours “He still loves you now just as much as he ever did.Addy doesn’t change that..Are we still going to be good if he comes back? Don’t get me wrong baby I want him home safe and I want you happy but I want us good”

You reached a hand up to his face “What happens if you date?” he smiled “They’ll have to accept that you’re my partner, the mother of my child and my other half in some ways. No matter if we’re not together we’re gonna be in each other’s lives regardless” You nodded “Same goes for me, now like I said before..get some sleep and for the record, if I didn't want you here, I wouldn't have told you to get in the bed”

“Goodnight” he whispered, hand gently rubbing your stomach. “Goodnight” you replied with a yawn. You fell asleep with his hand stretched wide across your stomach.

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angywritesstuff · 8 days ago

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Since you did Buck could you do Eddie Diaz??

I definitely can! This one is a bit sweeter than Buck's

Three Times Eddie Wanted to Sleep with You (and the One Time He Kissed You)

Description: Three times Eddie had to hold himself back and the one time he tried something a little different.

Eddie knows it’s not smart, falling for you, wanting you. You’re Buck’s girlfriend’s cousin, and he’s never seen someone so protective in his life. She’ll skin him alive if she catches him, but he can’t help it, he’s a sucker for pretty eyes, and you’ve got the prettiest he’s ever seen. So, he tries to distance himself, tries to stay friendly and think about anything but how pretty you are, how perfect and kind you are to everyone you meet. Luckily, he’s got a lot of practice pushing his emotions aside for the good of others. Unluckily, you’re far more tempting than he thought you’d be.

One: It starts with a pool day, and he’s focused on keeping his eyes at respectful levels. Everyone is having fun, Chris is in the shallow end with Harry, and someone’s just brought him a drink, Bobby is at the grill, and Eddie thinks he’s doing pretty good. Then he sees you. You’re in a bikini because of course you are, he can’t catch a break. It’s cherry red with gold ties, it’s aesthetic apparently, but he just sees it as the bane of his self-control.

His mouth goes dry when you make your way over to him with a bottle of sunscreen in your hand. “Eddie? Do you mind helping me?”

He thinks he says yes, he must’ve said yes because you sit with your back to him, gathering your hair in one hand, sweeping it away from your neck. He takes the sunscreen from you, and starts applying it, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit top tied together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Eddie rubs the sunscreen in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle, and setting it aside.

You turn to face him hand still pressed to your top, your breasts are right there, in his face, slightly pushed up by your hand, and you smile at him. “Thanks!”

He wants to grab you, feel the soft flesh beneath his hands, see what sounds you make, what sounds he can get you to make. “Yeah, no problem, it’s a nice suit.”

You toy with the strings of your bikini bottoms. “Thanks, it’s part of the new line I did a shoot for, the designer said I wore it so well she wanted me to keep it”

His mind plies him with a montage of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, his hand over your mouth to keep the others from hearing your moans.

“She was right.” He says breathlessly, because you’re a model, an actual model who’s sitting next to him in a bathing suit that’s probably worth more than he wants to know, and you’re smiling at him again, brighter, and happier than before.

You squeeze his bicep gratefully, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. “You’re always so sweet to me, Eddie.”

“It’s uh, it’s easy to be sweet to you.” His heart is tripping over itself in his chest as your fingertips dance down to trace the lines of his tattoo.

You smile at him again, and he tries to focus on the sounds of the pool rather than the way his skin tingles under your touch.

Two: You’re in front of him with your cousin, who’s gently teasing you about your inability to pick a nail color, so you ask him what he thinks.

“Don’t you usually decide that at the salon?” He asks, trying to remember the last time someone asked him what color they should get for anything.

“Usually, but it goes a bit faster if you already know what you want.” You say, smiling when you see the color bloom across your cousin’s cheeks as Buck leans closer to her, one arm around her waist.

“Get whatever you want, sweetheart, you know what I like.” He says, in a low, seductive tone.

She clicks her tongue but smiles, “scoundrel.”

“So, which colors were you thinking about?” Eddie asks, drawing your attention back to him.

You push out your bottom lip in a pout, “I don’t know, I really can’t decide.”

Eddie takes one of your hands in his own and tries not to audibly react to the fact that they’re so much smaller and more delicate than his own. “Maybe a light blue or a green? That could look nice.”

“Like an army green?” You ask him, giving him a stunning, playful smile.

He looks up from your hand, shrugging, the corners of his lips quirking up. “It’s a good color.”

“Oh yeah?” You look up at him coyly, tilting your head to the side, and it makes all his blood rush south.

“I think so.” He says, managing to return your smile without dropping to his knees and begging you to let him feel your hands somewhere other than in his own.

“Y/N, let’s go, we can’t be late.” Your cousin calls, linking her arm with yours and dragging you away before you can respond.

Eddie’s phone buzzes in his pocket right as he unlocks the door to his apartment, luckily, he’s got some time to shower before Chris and Carla return from the movies.

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it, clicking on the text notification from you.

It’s an image, your hand flat on a white marble table with long almond shaped nails, and they’re green, army green with little white flowers.

Y/N: What do you think, Sergeant? Do I pass inspection?

Eddie: With flying colors

He sends the message then chucks his phone on his bed, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, the darkness doing him no favors. Images of your hand splayed out on his chest, gripping his sheets, wrapped around his cock, all moving front and center now that there’s nothing else for him to focus on.

He groans and lets his hands fall to his sides, eyes opening just in time to see another text come in.

Y/N: Glad to hear it, wouldn’t want to disappoint my superior officer

You’re going to kill him, slowly and painfully, he thinks as he types back a safe neutral response then forces himself to leave his phone on the bed heading towards the shower. He’s going to need to take a cold one.

Three: You approach him anxiously, fiddling with your hands, dressed in a cream sundress, the sunlight framing you from behind, catching in your hair, giving you a halo. An angel, you look like an angel.

“So, Chris told me about the thing they’re doing at his school where the kids bring in their moms to talk about their jobs or what they do day to day...” You start, and guilt twists in his chest. “He said some of the other kids are bringing their aunts, or sisters, or grandmas, and he asked me if I would come and talk about my job.”

He sighs and drags a hand down his face. “Y/N I’m so sorry, I’ll talk to Chris when I get hom—”

“No, no, I want to go, I just wanted to check and see if it’s okay with you. I don’t want to overstep, I mean I adore Chris, and I’m honored he asked me, but I just want to…I don’t know, I don’t want to cause any problems, or accidentally cause him any trauma, I just want to do right by him.”

And angel you’re an actual angel; he could kiss you, he wants to kiss you, so badly, but he can’t, not here, not now.

“If you’re comfortable with it, and Chris wants you to go then, yeah, I’d really appreciate it.” He says, giving you the smile that earned him the nickname Hollywood.

“And then Y/N told everyone about how she’s went to Paris four times last year for photoshoots, and how she’s been in a bunch of fashion shows, and how she’s been all over the world, and all the other moms looked super jealous.” Chris says, excitedly retelling the day’s events to Eddie when he comes to pick you both up at the end of the day.

You’re smiling a bit embarrassedly, but ruffle Chris’ hair. “I think they were just tired of everyone asking me questions.”

“No way, everyone thought you were the coolest.” Chris insists, begrudgingly letting Eddie take his backpack.

“That’s because I brought cupcakes from that designer bakery downtown.” You say, and Eddie’s eyes are drawn to the box resting on your hip, the gold embossed lettering, the ribbon hanging from the sides.

Then you lean towards him, lowering your voice. “Though one mom pulled me aside afterward to ask how I got my figure back in time for the 2011 fashion week, which was a slightly awkward conversation.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow, he doesn’t necessarily think you and Chris look all that alike, so he’s not sure why anyone would mistake you for his mom, especially since other maternal type figures were supposed to be there. “She thought you were his mom?”

“I guess she wasn’t listening when Chris introduced me.” You shrug. “Anyways I told her I do coke and that’s how I got the weight off.”

He freezes dumbfounded staring at you, no way you do coke, he would’ve seen the signs, right?

You burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I told her I’m not his mom, so I never gained any pregnancy weight. But honestly, I should’ve said that, would’ve served her right for being nosy.”

He laughs breathily, relief washing over him. “You scared me for a second.”

You elbow him playfully, “come on Eddie, you know I work too hard to let drugs get the credit.”

“Of course, of course, I don’t know why I doubted you.”

“I don’t either, oh no, don’t look.” You grab onto his bicep and duck behind him.

He doesn’t see anyone, just Chris’ teacher. “Y/N?”

“Um, Chris’ teacher might definitely have a crush on you, and she did not like hearing him talk about how cool it is that his dad’s best friend is a model and how much time I spend with you guys.” You explain, looking covertly over his shoulder, your breasts pressed against his arm.

He tries not to look, tries not to think, he’s at his kid’s school for goodness sakes, he needs to get control of himself. Seriously, seriously, needs to get control of himself.

The one time: It’s his birthday, his family sends him well wishes, the 118 throw him a little party but it’s the sight that greets him when he gets home that stirs something within him. He can hear giggles and shushing, the lights are off, and he flicks them on, to be greeted with two cheers of “surprise!”

You, and Chris, are holding a cake with way too many candles. The icing is messy, there’s ten different types of sprinkles on it, and when he spots the flour on your neck and the icing staining the end of Chris’s sleeve, he realizes what you two have done for him.

He moves to the table in a blur, shedding his coat and keys, happiness making his steps light.

“Come on Dad, you have to taste it, we spent hours making it.” Chris urges, dragging out the word hours in a perfect mimicry of you. How had he not noticed you’ve spent so together much time together that his son was starting to sound like you?

You hand him a piece of cake, waiting until Chris wasn’t looking to go up on your toes, and press a fleeting kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday Eddie.”

“Thank you for this.” He says quietly.

You bump your shoulder into his lightly. “How can I say no to my favorite boys?”

Your favorite, he and his son are your favorites. You took time out of your busy schedule to make a cake with his son for him. He thinks he might be in love with you, and he watches as you help Chris carry out a neatly wrapped gift, smiling brightly as Chris bounces around excitedly.

It’s a scrapbook filled with pictures of him and Chris, even ones he didn’t know you’d taken. Each photo has dates and details written below in your handwriting, with little blurbs and commentary added in by Christopher on bright blue stickers.

He takes a bite of the cake to keep from tearing up. It’s decent, not the best, a little lumpy, but it’s homemade and the smile on Chris’s face makes it taste better than anything he’s ever eaten before.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Chris says suddenly, taking off back towards his room.

He’s alone with you, and he brushes the flour from your neck, a sudden urge to taste your skin striking him. His bent finger is at his lips before he can even think, flour and something sweeter underneath on his tongue.

Your eyes widen, but you lean closer to him, tilting your head ever so slightly exposing more of your throat to him, inviting him to have another taste. His hands settle on your hips, and he scans your face, finding nothing but acceptance and anticipation. He strokes the side of your throat with the same bent finger, breath catching when you shiver under his touch.

“Y/N, you couldn’t have given me a better gift.” He breathes, dipping his head down, lips ghosting over yours.

You tilt your head up, hands resting on his chest, “I know. I know you, Eddie.”

He’s nearly bowled over by his desire, wanting desperately to feel this way forever, wanted, loved, seen. He needs Chris to stay in his room for the next few hours or so. Give him enough time for him to get on his knees and thank you properly before taking you on the couch, until he can’t remember a time when desire, and you weren’t intertwined.

You smile softly, eyes on his lips. “Oh, you have a sprinkle on your lip.”

And now he needs Chris to come back before he dies of embarrassment, he moves to pull away to wipe at his mouth, but your hands fist in his shirt and pull him down to meet you. Your lips are warm against his, sweet, like the insane amount of sugar on his birthday cake, and when the tip of your tongue flicks out, he groans softly, tightening his grip on you.

“Got it,” you whisper against his lips, a shiver running down his spine at the barely restrained longing in your voice.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his hands moving, one splayed out on your lower back, the other remaining at your hip, adjusting his grip, keeping you close. “I think you might have missed it.”

“I think you’re right, let me try again.” Your hand finds its way up, manicured fingernails carding through his hair, as you close the gap between you two, the taste of sugar on his tongue.

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Adore You

Harry is a single father and Y/N is a well known song-writer that happens to befriend Harry and collaborates on his album Fine Line.

Will it be friendship or develop into something more?

Word count: 17, 845 (i don’t know how that happened)

A/N: I was fearful of never finishing this because online school is a lot more reading and work than I expected but I made it and I’m proud. I hope you love it as much as I do. Please reblog and let me know what you thought.

“Jeff, I don’t need a new pair of ears. No more songwriters are needed. I love doing all the writing.”

Jeff sighs. “She’s not going to write unless you ask her to, maybe she’ll help you see things in a new perspective. You’re close to being done, and I know you hate being hours away from Atticus.”

Harry is stubborn though not at all accepting what Jeff is trying to say. “I like my team; we work well together. It’ll happen. You have to trust me.”

“You said that two months ago. She’s coming in just give her a chance.”

Harry groans but nods. “Sure. When is she coming?”

“30 minutes.”

“Okay, great, let me show you what I have in front of the team before she gets here.”

Y/N was nervous when she got the call to come for a meeting with Columbia for potential collaborating with Harry Styles. She was over the moon. She loved his first album; his songwriting was impressive. Getting a chance to work with him would be great knowing she’d learn a lot from him, and hopefully, he’d learn something from her.

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incandescent glow (your touch brought forth)

summary -> Your shoulder knocks against his softly, just before the doors to your floor open and you step away. “You should come for dinner, if you’re not too beat. I know Ophelia would love to see her favorite firefighter.”

“I’m the only firefighter she knows.” Bucky smiles teasingly, but he steps out of the elevator after you. You raise your eyebrows and Buck holds his hands up in surrender. “I would love to. Thank you, sunshine.”

or; bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs.

he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you. [bucky barnes x single mom! reader]

words -> 5.7k

warnings -> firefighter!bucky (this story in no way reflects the actual life & work firefighters do) single mom! reader (daughter is named ophelia) found family, background! steve x nat & pure softness

notes -> hello! my welcome back to writing is a little fun piece with firefighter bucky (bc i have been watching 9-1-1 nonstop) & single mom reader. this was gonna be sexier but i was in such a soft mood, so enjoy.

make sure to check out the bonus scene after my author notes at the end

eighteen plus blog.

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Bucky knows warmth. He feels it all the time.

He feels the heat of the Los Angeles sun beating against his back as he and Steve fight against whatever metal warps in car doors to save lives.

He feels it in the fire that almost burns as he pulls out families because the stove was long forgotten or a candle was just too close to the curtain.

But he never feels the kind of warmth at work that he feels around you. Your smile is always warm and eyes as bright as sunshine.

Bucky knows warmth, but no warmth can make him quite as happy as yours.

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angywritesstuff · 17 days ago

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adore you

summary // bucky and alpine enjoy their solitude, but the girl across the hall is slowly creeping into their hearts. (bucky x fem!reader)

words // 7.4k

warnings // diverges from canon & no major spoilers.

notes // just thousands of words of fluff bc that’s all i know how to write. maybe one day i’ll venture into anything else. fluffy bucky has my heart

reblogs & replies are greatly appreciated!

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angywritesstuff · 18 days ago

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Part 2 of Sunkissed

The continuation to surfer!H and single mom!reader

Warnings: Sexual content, a bit of domination, nothing too heavy

Word count: 10k

Thanks again to my bestie Sarah for beta reading it!!

Read part 1 here, or read on wattpad

The car ride to her place was exciting at least..

Harry was driving as fast as the speed limit allowed, his hand never left her thigh, constantly squeezing it. (Y/n)thought he couldn't get hotter, but then she saw his drivin, Something about the way he would hold the stare wheel made her feel on fire.

When they finally got to her neighborhood Harry was a bit too impatient, parking the car in front of her neighbor’s house.

"Fuck love, you feel so good,” he moaned in her ear, while she was trying to find the key of the house, hidden somewhere in her purse. "You have no idea the things I'm gonna do with you."

(Y/n) loved her son very much, but she was so fucking happy he was with his aunt right now.

"Who told you were the one doing anything?" she teased, looking back and finding those green eyes filled with lust.

When she finally opened the door, Harry was quick to turn her around, putting her legs around his own hips, and pressed her back into the closest wall, closing the door with his foot.

"I know you are a bossy little thing, but now tonight." His lips sucking on her neck, the tongue was caressing the skin. "And damn, your ass looks so good in this dress–"

Before he could finish, one of (Y/n)'s hands went all the way to his lower belly, feeling the wet spot caused by pre-cum. "Let's see about that, alright Mr. Styles?" She heard a moan leaving his mouth when she applied pressure on the growing shaft. “But hey, don't suck too hard, I don't wanna walk around having a hickey.”

"Ok, no hickeys," His voice was raspy, his breath going directly to her jawline. “But I will ruin you, angel.” He kissed her like she hadn't been kissed in years, that kiss had the promise of a long and good night.

Their lips were glued to each other, feeling the softness, and the taste of the shared drink long forgotten.

His hips were grinding shamelessly against her center, his hand holding into the love handles under the dress.

"Where is your room? Or do you prefer here on the couch?" he asked, grabbing her behind.

"No no, let's go to my room, it's the last one in the hallway." She wouldn't do anything in the living room knowing Cauã would be there tomorrow.

Harry was still holding the woman against his body when they got to her bedroom, it was very... yellow. He didn't have much time to think about it, feeling her pretty lips marking him slightly, he hoped the lipsticks would stain on his skin for a long time.

He gently laid her on the bed, taking his shirt off in the process, her eyes met his inked body.

(Y/n)'s nails met Harry's tattooed chest. "I never realized you had so many tattoos, these two birds are cute," She scratched his body until she got into his hips, on his fern tattoo. "But I like those better."

Her hands went to his pants, undoing the zipper, Harry hushedly taking them off, leaving the man in only a black boxer brief.

She was ready to take him out when Harry stopped her.

"No, Petal." He was on his knees, pushing her down to lay on her back. "Did you genuinely think I wouldn't get a taste of you?" he asked, petting her cheek.

She was ready to fight back when Harry intervened, putting his finger on her lips.

"Shh, don't wanna hear anything coming from your mouth, already talked an awful lot tonight."

He lifted her dress, resting the fabric on her navel, she was wearing black underwear, her wetness was already visible. He opened her thighs, sliding the finger up and down the inside of the soft skin.

"You were terribly sassy for someone who is this wet over a few kisses," he hooked his finger on the black underwear, bringing it to the side. "Such a pretty little pussy, can't wait to taste it."

"Would you let me taste it? Tell me."

The girl was already putty in his hand, and she hated it, but she couldn't fight the control, it was already his.

"Yes, yes! Please,” begged the girl, closing her thighs to make some friction.

He only made her thighs open up more, his cold rings on the meaty flesh. "Oh, look at you saying please, you must really be desperate."

His lips first met the inside of her thighs, kissing the skin tenderly, his hand squeezing (Y/n)'s hips. "Let me take your underwear off."

(Y/n) raised her hips, and Harry took the fabric off, throwing it on the floor. Suddenly she felt exposed, it's been some time since somebody saw that part of her body, a wave of embarrassment went through her.

But the feeling was quickly replaced by pleasure, Harry was slowly sucking on her clit, lapping his tongue in her warm center.

Harry proceeded to put her legs around his shoulder, making his face go even deeper than before. The woman's body tensed up when she felt his two fingers in her opening.

"What's wrong? Don't wanna my fingers? he asked, with surprise gentleness in his tone.

"It's been some time, just go slow, please" whispered the woman, grinding her hips, but his big hands clutched her, making her stay still.

"Ok love, gonna go slow." His mouth went back to (Y/n)'s pussy, with only one finger making its way into her.

(Y/n) could only feel pleasure. Sweet moans leaving her mouth with every lick on her clit, his finger was pumping that sweet spot inside her.

When he felt she was lubricated enough, he put a second finger, sliding it inside gently. She could feel a warm feeling growing, her high was close.

She threw her head into the pillow, one hand clutching the duvet and the other one pulling Harry's hair, this time she heard one moan, and it wasn't from her.

She could feel Harry grinding his hips against the bed, one of his hands making its way up her body, placing it in her lower rib cage.

(Y/n) couldn't stay still now, as much as Harry's hands tried to hold her. The pleasure was becoming too much.

"Gonna cum love?" he asked, grinning up at her, his finger never stopping the movement.

"Yes, H, I-I need it." Her eyes were closed, and there was a faint red in her cheeks, Harry then decided to be merciful and let the poor woman cum, curling his finger in her sweet spot.

It was very easy to know the places (Y/n) was the most sensitive, she was very responsive over everything Harry did so far.

Good how much he loved those little moans, they would go directly to his cock, making it harder and bigger each second.

"Harry don’t stop that, oh–" her voice seized when her wave of orgasm came, washing Harry's mouth away with her cum. (Y/n)'s back arched in such a beautiful way, her walls tightening against his long finger.

He helped (Y/n) ride out her high, slowly pumping his finger in and out until she whispered it was too much.

As she was slowly getting her consciousness back, he cleaned his fingers with his mouth, drying them on the duvet.

(Y/n) was still feeling the cozy feeling that came with an orgasm when cold hands met hers, making her own hands relax and let it go off the duvet she once held for dear life.

"Gonna hurt yourself if you keep on pulling it like that, angel," said Harry, his face wet with her release and his boxers doing little to nothing to hide the growing erection. "Feeling ok? Want some water?"

"No, I just want you," panted (Y/n). She truly enjoyed how caring Harry was to her, but she wanted, needed more of him.

“Alright, love, whenever you want,” beamed Harry, getting off the bed and picking up his pants, a silver pack in his hands, in a small movement he took off his boxer, his cock now free from the piece of clothing, was standing up above his naval.

“Staring much darling? That does wonders to my ego," he brought the pack to his lips, opening the condom and putting it on his length. “Turn around, hands on the headboard.”

His demanding voice tone was making (Y/n) wetter than she was, she could feel the blush in her cheeks as she did what he ordered, on her knees, hands holding on tightly to the wooden material.

The man was back in bed, his ringed hands taking her dress off completely, leaving (Y/n) completely nude. As he got closer (Y/n) could feel the rubbered head touching her, her body tensed with the sudden contact.

Harry was teasing her with his cock, running it up and down her cunt. “I could swear you would find it hard to handle with all that brat attitude, but look at you, did everything I told you without a peep," he murmured in her ear, “Do you get off by me telling you what to do?”

“Yes, I do, please fuck me.” A keening voice fell from the girl's lips as Harry’s cock slowly sank into her, hands wrapping around her waist and the other met her tit, pinching the rigid nipple. “Harry it feels so good, need you deeper.”

“Deeper? Like that?” In seconds his whole shaft was inside of her, her soft walls could feel every vein. He was bigger than every guy she had been before, so the soreness didn’t surprise her. “Lean forward (Y/n), let me properly fuck you.”

(Y/n)’s knees went back and her arms distanced from each other to gain more balance as Harry practically mounted her from behind, his cooed moans telling that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

His thrusts were fast and hard, the headboard leg hitting the wall with every push, thank god (Y/n) didn't need to worry about the neighbors hearing anything since the houses had a pretty big space between one another.

That also meant they could moan as much as they liked.

"Like that, Angel? Do I make you feel good?" Harry asked amusedly, his knees making their way into the inside of her thighs to make her stay still.

"But you need something more.” He could hear the shallow breaths coming out of her mouth. "Want me to play with your clit?"

"Y-yes, please,” crooned the girl, holding his arm on the headboard for more steadiness, his other arm left her waist, going to her center, her body wincing at the sudden sensation. “More to the side, Harry.” Her small hand guided him to the most sensitive part of her nub.

His hips were rocking into her, moans leavening his mouth as his hand was rapidly working on her clit, getting her closer and closer to her second release of the night while he built his way into his own.

“Gonna cum for me, love? I can feel you squeezing around my cock," he cooed, swirling his hand on her center.

“I’m so close, H.” (Y/n) tossed her head back, laying it against Harry's shoulder, the pit on her tummy getting more intense at every thrust Harry would give her.

“Go on then baby.” Harry’s clumsy thrust indicated he wasn't too far from his apex as well. “Drench me,” he ordered, and for what felt like the tenth time in the night, (Y/n) did what Harry told her.

The bliss washed over her body, her back arched at the same moments her nails pierce Harry's skin, sweet whimpers leaving her mouth as she felt her body going limp as she lost the strength on her knees. Harry held her closer to his body, taking his hand off her wet pussy, placing it on her waist again, slamming his cock into her with more urgency.

“Give it to me, Harry,” said the girl in a tired voice, coaxing Harry to his release “‘know you’re ready, your cock is twitching already.”

“Fuck (Y/n)," he hummed in a deep tone, speeding up his pace, slamming into her pussy while he held her throat softly, his finger leaving marks on her hips. ‘Gonna cum, fuck.”

With two more thrusts Harry high, emptying spurt of spurt inside the sweet girl right in front of him, his hand left her throat as he gave the last push into the girl's pussy. His whole body went numb, holding the girl as they laid on the bed.

They stayed still for a few minutes, trying to regain their breath and sense back to their body

"You good, H?" whispered (Y/n) in a low voice, trying to keep her breath steady. "Do you need some water?"

Harry laughed, trying to get comfortable on the messy bed. The pillows were on the floor along with his clothes.

"Guess I didn't fuck you right if you are still able to give sassy remarks." he answered, standing up, grabbing his pants.

"Are you leaving already?" asked the girl concerned, she knew it was only a one night stand, but not even a bit of cuddle? No nothing? He said he liked being pampered himself!

"No sweetheart, unless you want me to," he picked up his shirt and gave it to her. "Here, put this one, yeah?"

The girl accepted, feeling better having her nudity only to herself again.

"Where is the bathroom, love? Is this door? asked Harry standing in front of the door beside her mirror. "Got a bit of a situation here," asked Harry, referring to the used condom still attached to his dick.

"Yes, feel free to use it" (Y/n) was trying not to make eye contact while he was like that. "Just be fast, please, I really need to pee."

Harry just chuckled. "You are pretty, (Y/n)." That was the last thing he said when the bathroom door closed.

Yeah, getting a house with a bathroom to herself was a good choice, she thought while she was getting her dress from the floor, putting them on her dresser. She also picked all the pillows that were thrown on the ground at some moment of their night.

Fuck, she really had sex with her son's teacher. She was totally gonna get the mother of the year award.

"You can go now, love. I'm going to the kitchen to get some water, gonna bring you something to eat too," said Harry, walking out of the bathroom already wearing his pants, or trousers as he used to say. "Where do you keep your glasses?"

"It's on the bottom shelf, right by the side of the fridge."

"Alright, you wait here looking pretty," he teased with a grin, leaving the room.

She went to the bathroom and relieved herself, when (Y/n) was done she cuddled up to the bed, feeling her cheeks warm by the thought of what happened minutes ago. It had been such a long time she wasn't fucked like that, it was a miracle she could still use her legs.

She didn't walk much but the little amount she did was enough to show how sore she was in between her thighs

Harry came back to the room, holding one glass of water in one hand and an apple in the other. “Ok here it is, eat it up, I know how tired you must be," he winked, giving her the apple and placing the glass on the nightstand, handing her the red fruit, but she declined.

“Thank you, but I don't really like fruits.”

“What? How can you not like them? They are sweet and-” He stopped as if he was thinking of what other good qualities they could have. “Colorful, yeah, they all have different colors, you are an artist, you should like ‘em.”

“Well, they are pretty, but I hate the texture.” She answered yawning while Harry sat next to her on the comfy bed.

He gave one bite on the red apple, offering it to her a second time, putting it right in front of her mouth. “Just a few bits, it has fructose, it’s good for you.”

She opened her mouth, biting it while he was feeding her. After she was done both of them laid together, one next to each other.

“This was just a one time thing, ok?” (Y/n) started saying while she looked at the roof. “This is gonna become too messy, whatever this is, and I just can’t ha-”

Harry placed a hand on her belly, making her stay quiet. “Shh love, it’s late, yeah? We can talk about this some other time, go to sleep, you're barely keeping your eyes open.

“Ok, you can stay and take a nap, but you need to be gone in the morning, understood? My sister is dropping Cauã off at noon.”

“Yeah yeah, know that. I've already set an alarm for 8 pm, now go to sleep.” His hand didn’t leave her body as he said his last words before falling asleep “Jesus you do talk quite a lot.”

(Y/n) woke up hearing a very know sentence, one that made her heart and warm and her happy, but for right now it only made her wish she could disappear,

“Mom!- Cauã screamed from far away, probably the kitchen. (Y/n) woke up abruptly, trying to comprehend what was happening, when she looked at the man lying next to her she understood she was fucked.

She ran to the door, promptly locking it. She didn’t need her son to see his surf teacher snoring on his mother’s bed.

What time was it and why the fuck Harry was still there? She needed to focus on one thing at a time before the boy came knocking into her room.

Clothes, she- they needed clothes.

(Y/n) took Harry’s shirt, throwing it at him while she went to her dresser looking for a decent summer dress “Harry, wake up, damn! Come on, Cauã is here.” She screamed at Harry, hoping the two people standing not too far away wouldn't listen to it.

“Why are you screaming an- oh, you are pretty much naked," he said groggily, a boyish smile on his face seeing the girl’s ass while she was with her back turned to him.

“Can you put clothes on? He is here, hurry!”

“Ok, ok!” he mumbled grumpily, “I see you’re back to being your old bossy little self.”

She was gonna kill Harry, she was certain of it. With a pink dress covering her body, (Y/n) went open the door, but before she turned around. “Cover yourself and do not leave the room until I tell you, understood?”

“You say to me to cover myself as if you weren’t the one getting me naked last night,” he argues, standing up and putting the shirt on. “And I have my pants on, you were the one wearing my shirt, th-”

Before Harry could finish (Y/n) left the room, letting him wait for her ‘call’. Who did she think he was? Some kinda obedient pet who would do whatever she told him to? Harry asked himself while sitting on the bed, waiting.

(Y/n) could hear Jesse’s voice as she made her way to the kitchen, trying to put on the face of ‘nothing happened, 'no, of course, I didn’t spend one night with a man I’ve known for less than a couple of weeks.’

“(Y/n)? Are you here?” Asks Jesse, standing with Cauã in the kitchen. “The door was unlocked, did you let it like that for the whole night?”

“Oh hi, guys! Sorry, I had a bit of a hard night.” laughed (Y/n) nervously while hugging Cauã and greeting her sister. “Must have forgotten to lock the door.”

“Did you guys have a good night? Wanna go out for lunch?” question the girl, ignoring the conspiratory looks her big sister was giving her.

“Lunch mom? It’s 8 am, did you not see the clock?” asked Cauã.

Oh damn, maybe this whole situation wasn’t completely Harry’s fault.

“I-I forgot to check the clock too, I just woke up.” She was not looking at any of their faces, only staring at the wall behind them where Harry had kissed her. They would know she was lying. “But what happened for you guys to be here so early? I thought you said you would be here near noon?” asked (Y/n) to her sister.

“My gig was advanced, I have to leave in 1 hour to San Francisco.” The older sister explained. “Cauã, baby, why don’t you go watch some tv while me and your mom talk for a bit?

“No! Stay here,” (Y/n) meddled. He couldn’t go down the hall.

“Why (Y/n), did you forget something in your bedroom too?” muttered Jesse to (Y/n) in a way Cauã couldn’t hear.

Cauã.

Cauã who wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.

“Harry! Hey!” The sisters overheard Cauã from (Y/n)'s room.

“Harry? Harry as in the surf teacher? What did you do last night?!” Jesse asked, looking at her sister waiting for a response that didn’t come. “No fucking way.” She laughed.

“He was there, ok? We had a nice time and we decided to come here, but he was supposed to leave before you could see him. Don’t judge me ok, I know it’s wrong-”

“Judge you? Honey, I’m happy for you! Do you like him?! Let me introduce myself to him.”

“What? No!”

And just like that, the sisters were heading in the direction of Harry and Cauã’s, the younger chasing the older one.

“Mom, Did you know Harry has a dog named Kiara?" Cauã asked first thing when he saw the woman getting into the room. Harry seemed very unbothered by the whole circumstances, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face. “She is a golden retriever, isn’t that nice?

“So nice, right Cauã?.” Jesse answered for (Y/n), offering her hand to Harry. “Hi! I’m Jesse.”

Harry grabbed her hand, shaking it. “I’m Harry! I suppose you are the sister? (Y/n) talked about you.”

“Oh, so we have something in common because (Y/n) also talked about you.”

Harry turned his head to (Y/n), who looked mortified and angry at the same time, still standing on the door. “You talk to people about me, sweetheart? That’s so nice of you.” A challenging grin appeared on his face, daring her to be rude to him in front of Cauã, who was sitting on the bed not understanding a thing.

“Mom, I still don’t get it, why is Harry here?”

“He’s my- friend!” she explained, lying to her son, something that she’s used to doing since motherhood came around. “And friends like to spend time together, like you and Clara!”

“But what did you two do?”

“We played games,” (Y/n) answered impulsively with the first thing that she thought.

“What kind of games?”

“Video Games.”

“Mom, we don’t have a videogame," said the boy, looking at her like she was crazy. She could see her sister and Harry trying hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, but Harry has it, but he already put it back in his car because he needs to go, right Harry?” She challenged him back with her stare.

“Yes, sorry Cauã, I need to go back home to take care of Kiara.” He petted Cauã’s head. "but we’ll see each other late today at the lessons”

He left the boy on the bed, standing in front of Jesse.

“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Jesse, I’m looking forward to gossiping about (Y/n) with you the same way she does with us.” Joked Harry, going in (Y/n)'s direction, kissing her on the cheek. “And it was a pleasure to play with you, angel. Maybe next time we can play Daredevil.”

“Bye, Harry,” (Y/n)'s cheeks flushed with warmth, letting him go alone, he already knew the way to the door anyway. Her sister and son also said their goodbyes.

“You are going to tell me everything that happened when I get back.” (Y/n) was in the middle of protesting when Jesse cut her off. “No, this is non negotiable.” Jesse turned to Cauã. “Come give me a hug bug, I also have to go.”

“Bye Auntie, I’ll miss you.’ mumbled the boy against Jesse’s shirt.

“I’ll miss you too honey, keep an eye on your mom, ok?”

Cauã nodded, kissing her cheek and going to his room.

“I love you, thank you for taking him for the night.” sighed (Y/n), putting Jesse in an embrace.

“You should really thank me, for the scratches on his arm. The night was really good.” Jesse laughed. “Bye, I have to go, and I love you too little sis, don’t do anything too wild until I get back.”

(Y/n) followed Jesse to the door. “Have a safe trip and don’t forget to call me. Hope you have a good job.”

“Okie! Don’t have to worry about me, you know it.” She blew (Y/n) a kiss and with that, she drove down the street, in the direction of San Francisco.

She also noticed Harry’s car wasn’t in front of the neighbor’s house anymore, before she could think more about the man, she received a message.

Unknown number: Hi sweetheart ;) It’s Harry btw.

(Y/n)’s phone: How did you get my number?!!

Unknown number: You had to inform it on the form when you signed up for Cauã’s lessons.

(Y/n)’s phone: Isn’t that a crime? Stealing private information for your own purpose?

Harry surf: Hm… Nah, don’t think so.

(Y/n)’s phone: Alright, what do you want??

Harry surf: I’m pretty sure I left my right sock on your bedroom somewhere, bring it to me at the lessons later, please :D

(Y/n)’s phone: Really, Harry? I won’t show up there with a sock

Harry surf: Well, if you don't THAT will be considered a crime, you’re stealing something of mine.

(Y/n)’s phone: YOU were the one who left it at MY house.

Harry surf: Feisty today, aren't we? What are you saying next? That I robbed your house?

(Y/n)’s: Bye Harry

Harry surf: Don't forget my sock. xoxo

Stupid Harry, (Y/n) thought while bending next to the bed, looking for the stupid sock.

“Hello Miss (Y/L/n) You are here earlier!" said Harry with a grin on his face.

His hair and surf suit were already wet, insicading he was surfing before class, from the blush on his cheek he was there for a long time, even before 13 pm even

“Hey little man, how are you? Excited for waves today?” he asked Cauã who was bouncing on his own feet.

“Yes Harry! I ate spinach yesterday at my auntie’s, she said it would help today.”

“She was right! every green food helps us get stronger, that’s how hulk gets his muscles.” Harry showed off his muscles to Cauã.

“Didn't he get his power because of gamma radiation?” asked Cauã, her proud little nerd.

(Y/n) looked up to Harry with an amused expression seeing his face falling after having his words questioned.

“Yeah, that and broccoli.” mumbled Harry to the boy while (Y/n) laughed.

Cauã decided to go play on the sand near to the sea, when he was far (Y/n) opened her bag, taking off Harry's sock and giving it to him so he could put it into his own bag.

“I thought you weren't bringing it?” Mocked Harry.

“I was thinking about burning it, but I didn't want the smell to be in the house.”

She actually thought about it, but she didn't want to explain to the neighbours why she was starting a bonfire at 9 am.

“You look pretty today,” Began Harry. “I hear orgasmns does wonders to the skin.”

Cheeky jerk.

“Well, I wouldn't know.” shuddered (Y/n).

“Of course you wouldn't be an angel.” agreed with him ironically. “Were you happy with my message today? How did you save my number? ‘Best I ever had’?

“Bold of you to assume I saved it in the first place.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, alright,” laughed him, “So you know, I put a little warmelon on your name.”

She found it funny, but that couldn't begin to happen, or else it would become too messy too fast. She had to remind that he was the surf teacher, and he was just gonna be that.

“But don’t send more messages, okay? Cauã plays on my pho-” She said kindly not wanting to hurt him.

“Don’t worry about it darling.” muttered Harry, not looking at her.

When she was about to respond Mrs Mila arrived, needing Harry’s help to carry her surfboard. (Y/n) and Harry didn’t have any more conversations, just some bickering before the lessons started.

It was a Tuesday and (Y/n) was feeling shitty.

When she woke up to go to work she instantly felt sick, running to her bathroom and emptying her stomach, which was already pretty much empty since she still hadn’t had her breakfast.

When she felt it was safe to leave the bedroom she decided to go to bed again, taking her phone texting her students, saying the class total was canceled because she wasn’t feeling well.

If Jesse wasn’t in San Fransisco she could go to the studio with (Y/n) and give her a hand there, but unfortunately, she was still there, so it was only her and Cauã today.

(Y/n) decided to go to the couch and turn the tv on while Cauã was in his room, playing with her phone. She placed a heating pad on her lower stomach and took her temperature before catching up on a TV show she hadn't watched in a week..

Even Cauã decided to leave him room, giving (Y/n)’s phone back and sitting on the rug in front of the couch, playing with his legos.

When (Y/n) was almost done with season 3, she heard the bell rang and immediately frowned, no one was supposed to be here today, Jesse wasn't even in town!

She put the heating pad in some place on the couch thighed the robe against her body as she slowly made her way to the door. The bell rang a second time, as if the person behind it was impatient she opened the door.

"Hello wh–."

"(Y/n), are you ok?!" asked a very worried Harry.

Harry.

At the door.

At her door.

"I– Yes, I am, what are you doing here?" asked (Y/n), letting him in. "Did something happen?"

"You sent me a message telling me you were feeling bad, almost going to the hospital!" said Harry, he sure looked like he left his house in a hurry, he was wearing sweatpants and a very old t-shirt, was he wearing unmatched sh–.

"(Y/n) damn it! Can you answer me?" The man in front of her looked like he was about to have a stroke, and she was as well, what was happening?

"Ok, first thing: don't scream, my head is killing me, second, I did not send you any messages, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Look at this then," he pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing the big message she sent saying everything Harry informed.

Her mind went straight to the only person that could have done that. Turning around, looking at the boy still sitting on the rug, face screaming 'guilty'.

"Cauã, why did you text, Harry? You know lying is bad." She asked sternly, he had no reason to do that!

She went in his direction, kneeling in front of him, trying to be the same height as him. Harry sat on the couch just listening to the conversation, trying to calm his nerves down.

"I didn't lie, mom! You told me to call auntie if we ever have an emergency, but she's not here so I thought I would text Harry instead. I saw the contact with his name the other day when I was playing Roblox," The boy was rambling, talking so fast she almost couldn't understand. "Don't be mad, mommy."

"Cauã, baby, I'm fine, I'm just a little sick, I won't go to the hospital, you don't need to worry about me," (Y/n) wrapped her arms around her son, hugging him. "You are the kid here, I am the one who takes care of you."

"How did you even get all the words right, buddy?" asked Harry, looking more tranquil now that he realized she wasn't dead.

"I used the voice speech," explained the boy, not looking at Harry's face. " I didn’t know how to spell hospital and infection."

(Y/n) picked him up, sitting him on her lap as they sat on the couch next to Harry.

"Infection? Baby, mommy is only with some cramps and a bit of fever! It's only food poisoning at its worst." The woman clarified, trying to make the boy understand this wasn't a life and death situation.

"Cramps? Like the ones you get sometimes?" asked the boy, meaning the painful period cramps (Y/n) would get sometimes.

"Yeah, but not quite." Laughed (Y/n) brushing the hair on his forehead with her fingers, feeling more relaxed now. She should've had explained the situation to him instead of just saying ‘mom is sick so we are staying home today’

"Why don't you go play in your room, Cauã? I can take care of your mom now" said Harry sweetly, (Y/n) only gave him a side eye.

"Oh, can I play with your videogame Harry? Did you bring it?" Peep the boy with excitement

Not the video game again, (Y/n) thought.

"Sorry little man,I was too busy driving here like a crazy man," joked Harry tickling Cauã's side "But we can set up a playdate, ok? Then you can play all the games you want."

"Ok, Harry, I'll wait for it," said the boy, a bit disappointed, heading to his room.

"A video game playdate?" asked (Y/n), raising one eyebrow. "Really?"

"I wouldn't mind having a 'playdate' with you," he teased, putting his hand on her forehead "Damn, you really are hot, when did you last take your temperature?"

"Earlier today– What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked coldly.

"Looking for a thermometer," hummed him, opening the white box with a little cross on it where she kept all of the medicine. "Found it! Open your mouth, angel."

"What? No? Why are you doing that? I'm ok, I already told you that."

"I say this in the kindest way possible, but you look horrible," answered the man, sticking the thermometer in her mouth, in a very unkind way.

"He, I don–" Before (Y/n) could finish his finger was in her lips.

"Shh, gotta be quiet." muttered Harry

She thought about fighting back, but when a wave of pain went through her body she decided to stay calm. She could kick him out after she got her temperature.

"Just let me take off my shoes."

(Y/n)'s eyes wilded, was he planning to stay?

The thermometer's noise went off, indicating it was done. She had a fever of 102. Great, just great, it was worse than before.

"How bad is it?" asked Harry, taking the object from her, looking at the small numbers

"Not that bad, I'm gonna put an ice pack on my head and take some medicine, I'll be fine tomorrow, so you can go."

"Go? Go home? I already drove all the way here, plus, I don't think it's safe to leave you alone. And before you can say anything, what if you get worse? What if you end up needing to go see a doctor?" Questioned Harry putting the thermometer away.

(Y/n) just cuddled up more to the couch, bringing the fluff blanket closer to her. She just wanted to rest for a bit, having Harry there wasn't that bad. She could take a nap for a few hours and wait until her fever came down.

"Alright, but only for Cauã, don't want him feeling scared," mumbled (Y/n), already drifting to sleep.

"Yeah, only for Cauã," Agreed Harry with a small package of medicine in his hand, "Put your heating pad back on your tummy and take these pills, they are supposed to help."

(Y/n) hugged the pad into her lower stomach, taking the pills with the water bottle Harry gave to her.

After (Y/n) closed her eyes Harry decided to organize the house a bit, putting plates and toys away, he noticed a lot of her art stuff was on the kitchen table.

Some papers were scrawled over as if she gave up on the drawing, but the ones who weren't, were pretty and colorful, she really was a talented little artist.

He had the chance to peek at some sketches she was doing when they were at the beach, but seeing them from close was way better.

Harry decided not to move any of her pencils and paints, concentrating on the kitchen with some plates waiting to be cleaned.

Their whole house had a lot of colorful decorations and plants. Very different from Harry's house, which was very simple, only having furniture and white walls.

(Y/n) could bring color to his life, they could bring color to his life.

Harry didn't consider himself lonely, he had made a lot of new friends once he got into UCLA, and kept the closest relationship he could to his family, considering the distance.

But surely moving from London all the way to sunny California made a real change in his social life. It wasn't necessarily bad, Harry had more time to focus on his surfing, something that he couldn't do in England.

The championship was almost there, Harry needed to use all of his time to practice and exercise, and still, here he was, taking care of his mom's student who he also had sex with days ago.

Well, she was more than a mom's student, he was very aware of that but (Y/n) was always so persistent to build a barrier between them.

Harry knew by what she told him at the bar that her past relationships didn't end up well, but if she could give him a chance he could show that he would never treat her or Cauã badly.

It was weird to Harry, to care for someone he knew for a short amount of time, but the way she talked about art and surfing to Cauã at the beach made Harry feel warm inside.

She had a beautiful way of seeing life and a more beautiful way to express what she saw in beautiful drawings.

Maybe people do fall in love with people's passions.

(Y/n) woke up after a long nap feeling a little better. She wasn’t feeling that hot sensation of fever in her face or the discomfort in her stomach.

When she opened her eyes the luminosity didn’t ache in her head anymore, so she could focus on the scene in front of her.

Harry and Cauã playing lego on the floor, talking in low tones as if to not wake her up, Cauã’s glasses were too big for his face, falling every time he looked down, she needed to get him new ones. She was a bit surprised Harry was still there.

“Mom! You are awake.” Screamed the boy once he saw his mom’s eyes open, he suddenly jumped on (Y/n), giving her a big hug.

“Hey man, you gotta be careful with her, ok?” laughed Harry, picking the boy from (Y/n)’s lap , placing him on her side of the couch, forgetting the legos on the floor.

(Y/n) thanked him for that, Cauã was growing, getting heavier and taller every day, but he acted like he was still small, well, he will certainly always be her baby, anyways.

“Sorry, mom.” Apologized to the boy. “Are you feeling better?”

She sat up upright, making more room for Cauã and Harry to be comfortable on the couch. “I am Love. My body is still a little sore but I’ll be brand new tomorrow.”

“I took your temperature again while you were sleeping, you got down to 101, so it’s getting down.” Answered Harry, smiling sweetly at her. “I also made mac and cheese! Cauã said you two liked it. The table is already set so come on.”

Damn, he was being nice, too nice. “Yeah, mac and cheese is our favorite.” Answered (Y/n), taking off the blanket from her body, pushing her body out of the couch, failing miserably. She was still feeling weak.

Harry made his way to (Y/n), grabbing her arms gently lifting her off the furniture.” Once you eat you’ll be even better.” comforted him, helping her sit on the table.

“I could do that myself," said the girl grumpily, but accepted the help.

“Yeah, right,” Harry said ironically, bringing three plates of food to the table, one for each person, his head going in Cauã's direction. “Alright little man, I need you to tell me what you think of it, alright? Your opinion is very valid to me.” Joked him to Cauã, who smiled devouring the food, (Y/n) and Harry did the same.

“I think it’s good, but it needs more salt," said the boy, a wise look on his face, as if he was judging plates in Masterchef.

“More salt? Of course not! It has the right amount,” (Y/n) protested before Harry could say anything. “You can’t eat too much salt, or else you're gonna have high blood pressure before you turn ten.”

“Sweetheart, please. This is a safe zone where everybody can express their true feelings, right?” The grin on his face indicated the true feelings he was talking about weren’t about the mac and cheese.

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes, continuing to eat her food until suddenly Cauã stopped, pointing at Harry's arm, a confused look on his face.

“Harry! Is that a naked lady on your arm?” He was sitting on his knees on the chair, trying to get a closer look.

Harry chuckles, putting his arm below the table so the boy wouldn’t see it. (Y/n) wanted to throw her fork at him. Harry was corrupting her son. Ok, maybe she was being dramatic, Harry was a great person, but no mother wants their children looking at nude figures!

“Well, She is not a lady, she is a mermaid. And she is naked because she is half fish, and fish don’t wear clothes," explained Harry, looking at (Y/n), asking her if his explanation was good enough, she just nodded, going back to her mac and cheese.

But Cauã didn’t do the same, still questioning Harry. “But Ariel is a mermaid and she wears a bikini!”

“Well, Ariel has decency, different from Harry,” (Y/n) remarked, looking at Harry with a mocking face.

“You would be the one to know about my decorum habits, darling," he mocked back.

"Why don't we all get back to eating?" Suggested (Y/n), trying to end the conversation. To her delight they all did it

'Mom, can we go for ice cream in the afternoon?" Pleaded Cauã, looking at her with puppy eyes, she, unfortunately, had to decline.

"Sorry baby, I'm still not feeling 100% good, maybe another day, alright?"

He just nodded sadly.

"I can take him if you want." Harry proposed. "I can bring him back in the evening, what do you think, Cauã?"

The boy's response was to jump off the chair and hug Harry, who hugged the boy back.

"Thank you, Harry! We can go to the one near the park, mommy's ex-boyfriend used to take me there!"

No, no, no.

This couldn't happen, that's exactly why (Y/n) didn't want Harry to be with her. Now Cauã would get attached the same way he did with John.

Then she would be left with a broken heart and a disappointed child, just like the other two other times. She wouldn't let Cauã get hurt again, she wouldn't let herself get hurt again.

"Cauã, I said no," said (Y/n), a tone she rarely used with him, which made the two boys turn their heads.

"It's not a bother (Y/n), we're gonna have a nice time together." Argued Harry, not understanding why she was acting like that. She was still a bit grumpy, but now she looked like a man, mad at him.

(Y/n) ignored the man, focusing her attention on her son. "Since you are done you can go play in the yard, go on, mommy needs to talk to Harry alone."

"Are you angry mom?" asked the boy, unhooking his arms that were once around Harry.

"No, it's just grown-up talk, you don't need to worry about that." (Y/n) said with a soft voice now, she didn’t wanna upset the poor boy.

The boy made his way to the door, when they heard the sound that indicated they were alone Harry stood up, taking his and Cauã's plate, putting it on the sink.

"Is there something wrong, (Y/n)? I didn't know taking him out would upset you," said Harry, turning around and facing the girl he was so fond of.

"Well, it does bother me. That's why you shouldn't have come here. This–"She made a movement with her finger pointing at her and him. "–Is becoming too messy, exactly how I said it would."

"Well, it's only messy because you are making it more complicated than it should be." Harry talked back, his voice not so calmed anymore. "It's only an ice cream date, I don't see a problem with it."

"It's not only an ice cream date, Harry. It will start with that, then he will start to invite you to pizza nights,'' she explained, moving to the living room, Harry close behind. "Next thing you will be at his school on career day."

"And I would love to be there, (Y/n), I think I made it very clear by now that I want to be there. And I want to be here," said Harry, anger printed on his face. "I am here after all, right?"

"I didn't ask you to be here, I didn't invite you. Cauã did, and now he is becoming attached to you, and that can't happen."

"Damn (Y/n)! You are not scared of Cauã becoming attached to me, you are scared of you becoming attached to me,” barked Harry

(Y/n) didn't answer him. She just stood quiet, tears slowly coming into her eyes. This conversation shouldn’t even be happening.

"Look, I get that you two went through a lot of shit together, but you shouldn't close yourself because of that,” said Harry more calmly now. "You and Cauã are lovely, and you deserve love."

His hands were making his way into her shoulder, holding softly, he could see her teary eyes

"Not everyone will go away. I'm sure as hell won't," he said, trying to get a response from her.

But from her mouth came out the last response he would want to hear.

"I think you should go." She said, taking his hand off her and taking a step back.

This fight would lead to nowhere, she liked Harry, but this was just too scary, she had too many bad experiences already.

"Wh– No angel, come on," he tried to coax her. "Let's talk about it."

"No, get out, please." Some tears were rolling down her face, sadness came into her body as she watched the way his body went rigid.

Harry looked at her, face with disbelief, he thought about fighting her, but he didn't want to make her upset, if they were to figure out what they were, it wasn't going to be in the state of mind they both are.

Harry did what she asked, picking his shoes, heading to the door. He was going to turn the handle when he abruptly turned to her again, tears already making a home in her cheeks.

"I don't wanna bring any kind of problem for you, so I will fuck off if you really want," he said, looking deeply into her eyes." But I want to know you two better, and if you are open to give me a chance I will show you I'm here to stick around."

He made his way out. "You need to take your medicine in two hours, don't forget it,” mumbled Harry for the last time after closing the door behind him.

(Y/n)'s old past made her stay still as she watched the man leaving. She already had to go through that sight a couple of times, but this time she was different. He was the one wanting her and she was the one telling him to go.

Since the fight with Harry the house was gloomy, (Y/n) had gotten better from her stomach bug in two days, but she still didn’t feel good and Cauã was sad because he missed Harry.

The boy was big enough to acknowledge what a fight was, but not big enough to understand that (Y/n) missed him too, even though she was the one who made him leave.

It’s been four days since the fight and (Y/n) would curse herself at least three times a day for the way she spoke to him, he didn’t deserve that, he never made anything harmful, it was only her stupid fear of getting her heartbroken again.

When she wasn’t at work she would spend some time checking her phone, hoping she would receive any messages from him, but the only one who was texting her was Jesse, asking who had the bad fight with Harry.

Bad, very bad, she would respond.

It was selfish of her to wait for Harry to text her, she was the one who screwed it up in the first place, but whenever she thought about calling him she would try to believe their withdrawal was for the best.

Whether it was for the best or not, she was still feeling shitty, and the anxious boy in front of her wasn’t helping either.

Cauã’s dad was supposed to pick him up to spend a weekend, he got his bag ready and was just waiting for him on the couch bouncing his leg.

But the reality was that his dad wasn’t picking up her calls, it was already 5 pm, 2 hours later than what he was supposed to be here. He probably wouldn't come at all.

I was always like that with him, and she was the one who needed to break the sad news to her son. He shouldn't be having to deal with an absent father who couldn't keep up with his promises.

She sat carefully on Cauã's side, she was gonna be her most delicate self, hugging her arms around him. “Baby, I think he is a bit late and-”

“He’s not coming, right mom?” uttered him, getting closer to his mom. “He never does.”

“Maybe an emergency happened, or he got caught up in his work.” (Y/n) blurbed, trying to come up with some excuse so Cauã won’t think he is the reason

“Or maybe he just doesn’t want to be here,” murmured Cauão with a teary voice. “I was so excited mom.”

(Y/n) hugged the boy closer to her. “I know baby, I’m sorry.” Damn his dad, Cauã had nothing of him in his personality, he was the sweetest soul. “What about we go somewhere? Would that make you feel better?”

The boy cleaned his tears with the inside of his hand. “Can we go to the beach, mom? I feel happy there.”

(Y/n) and Cauã haven’t been at the beach since last week, today was supposed to be lesson day, but they skipped since Cauã’s dad said he would come. Skipping class secretly made (Y/n) feel better, she wasn’t ready to face Harry, but maybe the beach could make both of them feel better.

“We are not spending a lot of time here, ok? Just for a bit,” said (Y/n), gazing at the view beside her, they went to the same one as always: Windansea beach. The weather was warm and the sunset was happening, making the sky orange and yellow. She could paint it if she would have brought her little notebook, the one she hasn’t used much lately anymore.

She set the duvet on the sand while watching Cauã building the sandcastles he loved so much, he seemed a bit better, but still looked hurt.

(Y/n) decided to spend some time on her phone, while she was scrolling through her social media she saw a text that Jesse sent with a link, when she tapped it a picture of Cauã’s dad with a woman appeared.

No way he rejected his weekend with his own kid to spend time with her, (Y/n) couldn't say anything, she wasn't surprised by it. Quickly typing a ‘jerk’ to her sister she closed the phone, her heart beated fast as she did it, because the scene in front of her was one she was not ready to face.

Harry. Harry talking to Cauã.

He was here, of course he would be, this is the beach he always surfed! He was even wearing his normal surf suit.

Cauã was talking to Harry, a smile on his face, the first one she saw from him since the beginning of the afternoon. Harry also seemed happy while speaking to Cauã, he always seemed happy whenever he was with her or the boy.

She realised she missed him, even though they didn’t spend a lot of time together. She wanted to enjoy more nights with him, more days.

“Mom! Look! It’s Harry,” exclaimed Cauã.

Despite the fact that she wanted to talk to him, she still panicked when Cauã held his hand, bringing him to her direction. Harry wasn't feeling that great either, a nervous look on his face, not sure if he should let the boy pull him into (Y/n)’s direction.

“Hi,” Harry simply said.

He looked beautiful, his wet curls on his temples and his eyes a bit red, probably irritated by the salty water, making his green eyes even more noticeable.

“Hi Harry,” she said uncomfortably. “I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

Liar.

He looked into her eyes, smiling softly while caressing Cauã’s hair. “Didn’t expect either, you guys didn’t show up today, though you had given up on surfing.”

“Oh no! Cauã’s dad was supposed to pick him up today, but something unexpected happened," explained (Y/n), hoping he would pick up by her voice that it wasn’t a good subject to talk about while Cauã was here.

She knew he understood when his face quickly changed to a worried one. “That’s bad, huh buddy? I’m sorry.” murmured Harry. “Sometimes my dad couldn't hang out either, but you know what helped? Surfing.”

“I’m sorry your dad didn’t show up too Harry,” whispered the sweet boy sincerely. “Maybe we can surf together? Like right now?” Hoped the boy really has been enjoying surfing more lately.

“Is that alright with you? Taking him surfing? He can have my surfboard,” Suggested Harry, with uneasiness, looking at (Y/n).

(Y/n) just stared at the man. The one who went to her house just because her son called him, the one who made her feel beautiful and talented, the one who gave love and kindness to her little family and never waited for anything in return.

She needed to be brave, she needed to be open, even if she was scared. Because Harry was worthy, she always knew he was.

“Yeah, it’s alright, he can surf with you," said the girl, feeling her heartbeat fast. ”And maybe an ice cream date after, if you are not too busy?” Mumble (Y/n), feeling like a high schooler asking their crush for prom.”

Harry’s eyes went wild, he stared at her for a few seconds, until his face broke into a smile.

“You know I’m never too busy for you, angel.”

(Y/n)’s face mirrored his, smiling at him softly.

They were going to be ok.

“I’m gonna get a mint ice cream, alright mom?” said Cauã in excitement.

“Ok, baby, you can get whatever you want,” laughed (Y/n) still looking at Harry.

The man stopped staring when two little hands started pulling Harry. “Wow, calm down man, when did you get so strong?” joked Harry. “Bet I can get to the sea faster than you.”

“No way!” screamed Cauã, running down the beach while Harry chased him with his surfboard in hand.

(Y/n) just stood back laughing, watching the two boys she was so fond of having the time of their life. She still didn’t know what Harry and her were, but that was okay, they would learn their way around each other.

What matters is that she took the first step, and Harry was there waiting for her.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Harry calling her, pointing to his right where Cauã was riding a small wave for the first time without falling.

(Y/n) started cheering him.

If Cauã could stick up to surfing, she could stick up with Harry.

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Masterlist of Fic Recs

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angywritesstuff · 18 days ago

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sunshine (part 2)

In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.

sunshine (part 1)

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Y/n’s apartment is filled with a bunch of people she doesn’t know. Maddie has a bunch of people over – not really a party, but a fairly large gathering. A few of her school friends, a couple of her co-workers…. nobody that y/n is really close with, though.

That’s why she locked herself in her room, away from the music and the stuffy, smoke-filled air. She said her polite hello and everything, of course! But… she just wasn’t in the mood to hang out with Maddie’s friends. They weren’t really y/n’s type of people, and the smell of weed is giving her a terrible headache.

She bunches up her hair in her fists as she stares at the math problem in front of her. She had been able to do integrals just fine with Harry, but when you add trig into the equation? She’s thoroughly fucked. Not even The Organic Chemistry Tutor could help her work through this problem.

A knock on her door makes her jump. “Come in,” she says politely, though her brows are still furrowed grumpily as she stares at the calculus in front of her.

“S’this room taken?” a deep voice murmurs.

She whips her head around, heart fluttering excitedly in her chest. “Harry,” she says softly. “What are you doing here?”

“Maddie invited Blake,” he says, sitting down on her bed. “And Blake invited me.”

Oh. She should’ve known.

She rolls away from her desk and faces Harry, who’s making himself more than comfortable on her bed, laying down with his head on her pillow. “Smells like shit out there,” he grunts.

“Yeah,” she shrugs. She’s accepted that her apartment will always reek of weed, no matter how hard she tries to get rid of the smell. “Did you smoke anything with them?” she asks.

“No, not in the mood.” Honestly, the only reason he decided to come over with Blake was because he knew that he’d be able to go chill in y/n’s room. Hanging out in Maddie’s smelly apartment was the last thing he wanted to do on a Thursday night, but… he knew y/n would be there, sitting quietly in her room like the good girl she is. “Did you?”

“No.” She fiddles with her fingers. “I– I don’t smoke.”

He snorts. “You don’t smoke but you live with Maddie?” Maddie cannot survive two seconds without her vape. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“The smell of it gives me a headache,” she tries to explain.

“Your apartment literally always smells like weed,” he deadpans.

She blinks. “Yeah…” she trails off quietly. “If I close my door though the smell isn’t that bad.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “What are you working on?” he asks, pointing to the textbook sitting on her desk.

“Um– math.” His lips quirk up, while she pouts. “S’not making sense again.”

“Lemme see,” he says, sitting up. She looks at him for a second, not moving, but when he nods towards her ipad again she scrambles to pick it up and sit next to him on the bed.

“So, what were you going to try and do?” he asks, grabbing her pen. She’s hyper aware of how their thighs are touching, how she can practically feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Um… I feel like I need to use one of the trig rules here but I can’t think of any that would do anything here.”

“Okay you’re right… the issue is that none of your sins or cosins fit any of the rules. But you can break cos^3x down into cos^2x times cosx, right?”

“Okay…” she looks up at him like a lost puppy, still not fully getting it.

“Do you have any trig identities with cos^2x?”

“Um…” she shuffles through her notes, “ cos^2x equals 1 minus sin^2x?”

He nods his head, “yeah. So now that everything is in terms of sin, you can do a u-sub.”

“Oh,” she blinks quietly, staring down at the paper. “Why’s it so easy when you explain it?”

He shrugs, leaning back down onto her bed, “y’just need a lot of practice.”

The bottom of his shirt rises up as he puts his hands behind his head, revealing a pair of black ferns that point towards a yummy v-line. Y/n tries her best not to look, but she’s reminded of the night where she showed up to his apartment to pick up Maddie… how he’d been shirtless, his abdomen so chiseled and firm. The swallows on his collarbones, the butterfly that seemed to jump with every breath. She finds herself getting a bit short of breath as she thinks about all of the things hidden beneath his shirt currently.

That’s the thing about being a touch-deprived, romantic girl like y/n. The littlest things get her going.

He was nice to her once, helped her with her math homework and comforted her when she cried, and now her heart flutters like crazy when she sees him. Just the smallest rise of Harry’s shirt has her spiraling.

She can’t help but notice the way his biceps bulge subtly as he puts his hands behind his head, and finds herself overwhelmed with the fact that this boy – an attractive boy – was just laying in her bed casually.

She knows it’s no big deal for Harry, he’s probably just in here because the living room stinks and he needs to clear his head. But for her, it’s a lot. She never has boys in her room, has never had a romantic interaction with a boy. Hasn’t even been kissed. It’s always just very friendly – getting notes from a guy in her class, joking around with some of Maddie’s friends. She’s never had a boy talk to her any more than that.

Harry, though… Harry comes into her room and talks to her even when there’s a whole party going on outside. He kept her company when she was stranded at his apartment, he took her home and took care of her when she was drunk and emotional. It probably meant nothing to him, but the way he grabbed her ankle and told her to lie down when he was helping her into bed was one of the most tender things she’s ever experienced. He put his hand on her waist, and held her arm while she stumbled, he’d guided her through the door with his hand on the small of her waist.

And when he saw her crying at the library, he came over and talked to her. Comforted her and let her rant about her classes. He’d let her into his room and helped her with her homework, murmured soft praises to her when she got a question right, his arm brushing against hers, or his chest rubbing against her shoulder.

The stupidest little things, that are probably so insignificant for him, have been on her mind for days.

“Hey,” Harry says, snapping her out of her daydreams. She tears her eyes away from his ferns embarrassedly, hoping he didn’t notice. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

She averts her eyes, looking down at her bedsheet. “Um, nothing.”

He quirks his brows. “Nothing?”

“Mhm,” she nods her head innocently.

‘Really?” he asks again, his lip twitching with the slightest hint of amusement, sitting up on his elbows now. He raises himself up so that they’re face to face. He’s not an idiot.

She bites her lip nervously, and her heart stops when Harry’s eyes flicker down to watch. He stares at her with a strange look in his eye… a glimmer in them that she’s only ever read about in books. His eyebrows furrow as though he’s deep in thought, eyes still glued to her lips.

She wonders if she’s hallucinating when he leans in.

She thought she was being silly for starting to feel things for him – that she was just being classic y/n, crushing on a guy even though she knows she’s too shy to ever make a move. Now, with how close he is, she can see every freckle on his tan skin, every lash that frames his bright green eyes. She breathes with a tight chest, swallowing thickly as her eyes flicker between his, wide and curious. His eyes still haven’t left her lips.

Her heart stutters as his large hand makes its way to her thigh, his palm warm and smooth, gently grazing her skin. He unconsciously inches closer and closer, incapable of pulling his eyes away from her mouth.

He wets his bottom lip with his tongue, a force of habit, and finally looks her in the eye. His irises have turned a dark green, pupils dilated, and his breathing has deepened. She has no idea what’s going on in his head, but he looks serious. Deep in thought. His hand still rests on her thigh, the contact sending sparks of electricity all over her body, especially when his fingers gently start to trail upwards.

Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to take deep, calm breaths, but he’s gotten so close that she can feel the puff of his breathing against her lips, inhaling his every exhale. It makes her lightheaded. He’s so close… so, so close…

A loud pounding on the door makes y/n jump away from him.

Her eyes are blown out when she jerks them open, her heart pounding harshly with anticipation that’s been left unsatisfied. “Who is it?” she calls out with a shaky voice.

Harry hasn’t moved an inch. He sits there and stares at her, hand still on her thigh.

“Is Harry in there?” Maddie yells. “Blake is ready to go.”

He brings a hand up and tugs on her bottom lip with his thumb, then watches it bounce back into place, hypnotizing himself with the sight. Y/n, unable to get any words out, sits there and watches him as he stares at her lips.

“Hellooo?” Maddie obnoxiously yells again.

Harry’s nose flares and he shuts his eyes, frustratedly pulling himself away from y/n. She says nothing, still in a daze, watching as he leaves her bed. He stands and runs a hair through his messy curls, before heading towards the door and opening it. Maddie stands in front of the door with her fist raised, ready to knock on the door again.

“Calm down,” he says, eyeing her coldly. Maddie rolls her eyes and walks away to tell Blake that she found Harry.

He turns around for a moment and glances at y/n. “See ya,” he says.

She blinks, her hand coming up to touch her lips, searching for some confirmation that this was real and she hadn’t imagined it. “Bye,” she nearly whispers, breathless.

The door shuts with a click and she finds herself alone with her thoughts. Her math homework sits abandoned on her bed, and will probably remain untouched for the rest of the night.

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Finally, y/n has Harry all to herself.

She’d been dancing around him all night, constantly catching his eye from across the room in a game of cat and mouse. He watched her from the corner of the room he was stationed in with his dark eyes, a teasing smirk on his face. He knew what she was doing – trying to distract him. It was working.

He watched her as she mingled and talked, watched as she sipped on her drink, watched as she weaved her way through the passes of people in her apartment, pushing past the hot bodies and sweaty skin until she disappeared in her room.

He followed her in, less than a minute later.

She hears him walk into the room, the sound of him turning the lock and his heavy footsteps approaching her. A shiver runs down her spine when his hands grab her shoulders from behind, goosebumps rising on her arms almost instantaneously. His firm front pushes against her back, toned stomach pressed against the curve of spine.

His fingers are warm and gentle on her shoulders, comforting yet teasing at the same time. He doesn’t hold her firmly – his featherlight touch more tantalizing than any other form of contact. These light, delicate brushes of his skin keep her on her toes, never knowing what to expect next. She holds her breath as his fingers travel from her shoulders, down the length of her arms.

Suddenly, she feels his lips against her ear. She can’t help the soft, aroused breath that leaves her as his lips skim the shell of her ear. He chuckles, low and taunting, and she can feel the deep reverberations of his chest against her back.

“I’ve been waiting f’this,” he murmurs softly. His warm breath tickles her ear, sending waves of pleasure straight down to her core, and his hands have migrated from her arms to her hips now. He grips them, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, and pulls her back, grinding her into his front. She swallows a whimper down, eyes fluttering shut. A hard bulge presses against her ass, and she can’t resist the urge to press back on it, wriggle her hips even though Harry’s holding her still. “You’ve been teasing me…” he presses a kiss right underneath her earlobe. “Playing all innocent when I know you’re actually filthy.” Another kiss, and another kiss, trailing his lips down the curve of her neck.

She lets out a pathetic, shaky whimper, and it makes him chuckle tauntingly. “Your head is just filled with dirty thoughts, isn’t it?” Her knees go weak as he wraps a hand around her throat, tilting her head to the side so that he can look at her. “Bet you’re just dying for me to fuck you.”

Her eyes are wide and round, and her entire body turns into jelly. The only reason she’s standing right now is because Harry’s holding her up. She can’t get any words out, pathetically wrapped around his finger. She looks up at him with a pleading gaze, begging him to do something… anything…

The sound of her 8 AM alarm yanks her straight out of dreamland.

Her eyes are bleary as she frantically looks around her bed, gathering her bearings. She has to triple check that Harry isn’t anywhere in her room – looking at every corner and patting around her sheets as well – before she can confirm that it was all a dream.

Oh gosh. This is like the third time this week!

She doesn’t mean to be having these dreams. It's a rather embarrassing situation for her and she honest to god would much rather just read a couple of steamy romance books about fictional vampires to get the horniness out of her system, instead of having repeated wet dreams about a very real Harry.

They make her feel icky because, like– isn’t it a bit disrespectful to be having such dirty thoughts about someone who’s just been helping her with her math homework and potentially also kissing her had they not been interrupted? Like what are the boundaries there? You can’t really ask someone for consent to having wet dreams about them… but it’s not like she was consenting to those dreams either! She can’t control what her subconscious mind decides to stir up for her nightly dream!

She tries to logic it out – how would she feel if Harry was having wet dreams about her? Well… actually the thought of it makes her a little bit excited, cos that would mean he likes her, right? Ugh, no, she’s getting distracted!

It’s all very typical horny virgin behavior. Ever since her almost kiss with Harry, her mind has been in shambles. Her first issue is trying to wrap her head around the entire thing – had Harry actually wanted to kiss her? She hadn’t made that up, right?

She’s replayed the night a hundred times in her head. Remembers exactly how his hand felt on her thigh, how he’d stared at her lips, how their eyes had fluttered shut, how their noses brushed… all the things she’s read about in her books! All the ingredients for a first kiss!

How tragic that it’d been interrupted. She thinks that’s why her brain has been overly active this past week �� her subconscious has been trying to fulfill the insatisfaction she felt when she jumped away from Harry, just seconds before their lips touched. It feels like she’s been edged over and over again and been denied an orgasm five times – but the orgasm is her first kiss and she’s being edged by Maddie, who stole that kiss away by knocking on her door!

She flops around in her bed frustratedly, smushing her face into her pillow with a sad groan. What if Harry doesn’t wanna kiss her the next time he sees her? What if this was a one time opportunity? She doesn’t want to sound desperate… but she really wanted to kiss Harry! She’d be really sad if it was just a whim of the moment kinda thing.

But also… if it wasn’t just a one time thing… if he did actually want to kiss her… well how was she gonna end up in the situation to be kissed by him again?

She’s thinking about this way too hard, way too early in the morning. And she’s uncomfortably wet from her dream.

She needs to get herself sorted out.

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The chair in front of y/n screeches loudly as it’s pulled from under the table she’s sitting at. She jumps at the sound of it, having been too engrossed in her book to be aware of what’s going on around her. When she looks up, she finds Harry standing at her tiny table in the campus coffee shop.

“Can I sit here?” he asks, his jaw tight. He’s wearing a gray Kendrick Lamar hoodie with the words DAMN. written in bold font across the front, his curly hair messily hidden underneath. All the other tables in the shop were taken (it tends to get pretty busy at noonish when everyone needs somewhere to sit and study), and Harry needs somewhere to sit before his next lecture.

She nods, eyes wide like a baby sheep. It’s quite jarring to just randomly see the guy you’ve been having sexy dreams about – especially for someone like y/n who apparently can’t be normal about having a crush or having an almost first kiss. She hopes she’s acting normal enough to not raise any suspicion.

Trying to not get distracted by his green eyes and pretty pink lips, y/n looks down at the table, but finds herself instead staring at Harry’s hands. He has nice hands, she thinks to herself. The cross tattoo on his left hand compliments his tan skin nicely, and he has these thick knuckles that she just wants to run her fingers over. In one of his hands he holds a coffee cup, and even though she and him both got a medium sized coffee, his drink looks smaller, dwarfed in his massive hands. His thumb is fingering the lid of his drink mindlessly, and she remembers how that same thumb had touched her lips just over a week ago… how he’d tugged on her bottom lip and hypnotized himself with the sight of it bouncing back into place. And while she’s on that train of thought, she can’t help but remember how his hands portrayed such a significant role in her dream last night. Hadn’t she imagined them being wrapped around her throat–?

Harry clears his throat. Y/n glows with heat. She has absolutely no capability of being normal around him. “Sorry, what?” She hadn’t heard a word he’d said in the past minute, too caught up in her own thoughts.

He smirks. Is she always this distracted? “Just asked how it’s going.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah– good, I’m good,” she closes the book, folding the corner of the page she’s on as a bookmark. “How about you?”

He shrugs. “Just got out of class. Needed a coffee.”

“What’d you get?”

“Just a black coffee.”

She can’t stop herself from wrinkling her nose, “Ew.”

He quirks a brow, “Well what’d you get?” “Vanilla latte with oat milk.” Yeah. She would be an oat milk girl.

Considering their recent frequency in seeing each other and his newfound… fondness towards her, he doesn’t find it difficult to start picking and prodding at her, getting to know her. He realizes Blake was right – she wasn’t a super duper shy girl, she probably had just been scared of him. Once he started talking to her and smiling every once in a while, it seems like she loosened up. What used to be painfully awkward conversations have now become free flowing and casual.

He picks up the book she was reading and reads the cover. “Book Lovers by Emily Henry. Awfully fitting for you.”

She furrows her brow, already offended. She hates it when people make fun of her books – especially boys who make fun of her for reading romance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a book lover, aren’t you? Can never find you without your nose in a book.”

She relaxes. “Oh… yeah,” a soft chuckle escapes her. “Yeah, I guess I’m a book lover.”

“You think I’d like this one?” he asks, flipping through the first few pages.

“Um… maybe.” She can’t imagine Harry being a huge fan of her soft romance books. “Are you a reader?”

“God, no,” he puts the book down. “Not smart enough for that.”

Her jaw drops. “You are totally smart, Harry! Way smarter than me!” she exclaims.

“M’just good at math,” he shrugs, “You’re little miss smartie, with your color coded notes. Reading your books for fun.”

She grows shy. Part of her thought that Harry thought she was stupid – not the over-emotional-girl-who-cries-too-much kind of stupid, but rather the kind of stupid that makes you wonder how she even got into this school because she’s doing so bad in math.

It was a massive hit to her girlboss mentality when she had to ask Harry for help, and even though Harry never actually made her feel dumb when answering her questions… she just had this mean voice in the back of her head that constantly nagged her, convincing her that Harry thought she was a stupid girl who should just give up and drop out. And ignoring that voice is really hard, so… it was just nice to hear that he didn’t think she was a stupid little baby. It made that mean voice in her head shut up.

“Um… by the way. My next calc midterm is next Friday. I was wondering if, um…” she tucks her hair behind her ear nervously.

He fills in the rest for her. “Do you want to revise together this weekend?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she says bashfully. “Your tutoring is super helpful.”

“You can come over on Saturday,” he sips on his coffee. “No trouble.”

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“Is this right?” Y/n shows her work to Harry, and he nods. They’re both on his bed, except Harry’s lying down with his head on a pillow, scrolling through tiktok, while y/n’s hunched over her ipad. She’s been doing practice problems for the past three hours, asking Harry for help every once in a while. That's how it’s been most of the night – her study session is mostly just him checking her work to make sure she’s not doing anything funky and giving her hints if she’s stuck.

She’s studied a lot in the past two weeks and luckily doesn’t need Harry to be guiding her through every problem, which makes her really happy. And she’s only gotten a couple of the practice problems wrong! Some of them were particularly tricky and had her stumped, but that’s why she has Harry. He helped her out of roadblocks and kept her motivated. Without him here, she probably would’ve given up after the first question that she didn’t know how to solve.

“You should take a break,” he says.

She’d refused to take any breaks since she got here – determined to finish the practice test that her professor had posted while she had Harry next to her to help. Now that she finished all the problems, she locks her ipad and puts it on Harry’s bedside table. She leans back on one of Harry’s pillows and copies Harry, holding her phone above her face. Except instead of scrolling through tiktok, she opens up her kindle app and starts reading.

He sees the tiny font on her screen from the corner of his eye. “Reading?” he asks.

“Mhm,” she shuffles around on his bed, getting comfortable.

He thinks it’s kind of cute that she’s always reading. “Is it the same one as last time? Book Lovers?”

“No, I finished that one yesterday! This is by the same author though. S’called Beach Read.”

“What’s it about?” he turns off his own phone and sits up, turning to look down at y/n. Her hair is splayed across his pillows, and her eyes glimmer softly in his bedroom lighting.

She feels a little shy describing one of her favorite books to Harry – she’s often been ridiculed by her friends for being so lovey dovey and reading her silly romance books. But he seemed genuine when he asked. “Um– there are these two writers. The girl writes romance and the guy writes like these serious fiction books. And they’re kinda rivals.”

He hums. “Let me read a little bit,” he looks down at the screen of her phone. “I tightened my thighs around the sides of his body–” he reads aloud, before she yanks her phone out of his sight.

“No!” she yelps, turning her phone off and practically throwing it across the room. “You are not allowed to read it!”

He laughs, a fully amused belly laugh, and the sound is beautiful but she doesn’t allow herself to revel in it due to her embarrassment. “What are you reading?” he giggles.

“Oh my gosh,” she hides her face in her hands.

“Didn’t expect you to be reading such dirty stories,” he teases, “I thought you were a good girl.”

“It’s not all dirty!” she defends herself. “It’s– it’s sweet! It’s a love story… it’s romantic.” Her voice gets quiet near the end.

Harry’s laughter bubbles down and he’s left with a smirk on his face, while y/n lays in front of him, an embarrassed pout on her face. “M’only teasing,” he says as he reaches a hand out to rest on her thigh, not wanting her to look so sad. “Read whatever you want. Seems like a cute book, maybe I should pick it up, hm?”

Her mind goes a little blank when his hand meets her thigh, his palm warming her skin once more – just like that night he’d almost kissed her. “Y-yeah, you might like it,” she clears her throat. “S’one of my favorites.”

That same look glazes over Harry’s eyes – that dark look, as if he’s deep in thought.

She swallows thickly. Could this be it? Her second chance at a kiss with Harry?

She pushes herself up on her elbows, more alert. Her palms feel sweaty and she finds her fingers nervously toying with his comforter. A million thoughts are racing in her head as she searches Harry’s eyes, flickering back and forth, trying to see what he might be thinking of. He’s so hard to read. She feels like she’s drowning in his eyes.

Almost as if he can read her thoughts, he leans forwards. She hopes she doesn’t look like an over-eager puppy, but her eyes light up and practically beg him to come closer, to just kiss her! He smiles to himself a bit, and obliges.

With y/n laying on his bed, propped up by her elbows, and Harry already having been sat up on the bed, he doesn’t need to move that much closer for their faces to be aligned. He’s leaning over her, one hand holding him up, while the other hand comes up to her cheek.

She gasps when his large palm comes up to cup her face, his palm on her jaw and fingers sliding into her hair. He inches closer and closer, his eyes fluttering shut when his nose brushes against hers ever so lightly. She can feel the puff of his breathing against her lips, breathing in each of his exhales as she tries to stay calm. She forces her eyes shut, her entire body alive with butterflies.

He wets his bottom lip with his tongue, a force of habit, and nudges his nose against hers. She tilts her head to the side. He teases her for a second, gives her the chance to pull away by just grazing their lips together teasingly, and feels her sharp intake of breath at the contact. He can’t help but smirk against her lips.

With her eyes closed, she’s hyper aware of how it feels. The way his curls brush against her face… the warmth of his palm as he tilts her head upwards… the wetness of his lips as he finally… connects them… in a kiss.

This was it. Her first kiss.

There’s not one thought in her head, a stark contrast to how she’d spent countless sleepless nights overthinking the mechanics of kissing someone. She’d always worried that she’d mess it up, that she’d freeze and wouldn’t know what to do.

But falling into the gentle caress of Harry’s lips is easy. Her nerves spill, her muscles relax, and she just lets herself melt against Harry’s lips. He suckles on her bottom lip gently, folds their lips together, pulls away with soft clicks just to reattach a second later. She sighs dreamily into his mouth and lets herself fall back into the bed, her head against his pillow. He doesn’t let their lips disconnect, following her down and climbing on top of her so that one of his legs is stationed between her thighs.

She wonders if all kisses are this magnificent, or if it’s just Harry. Is it normal to feel your heart stuttering in your chest, or feel electricity flowing through your veins at just the touch of someone’s lips? Would she always lean her face into the palm of his hand, and let herself relax in the bliss of feeling his lips against hers?

It’s wonderful – a head-spinning, heart-fluttering, electrifying kiss.

Harry’s hand that isn’t holding himself up comes down to rest on her thigh, goosebumps rising under his touch. His kisses start to grow more pressured, inhaling sharply and breathing heavily against her, tongue licking at the seam of her lips eagerly. His nose bends against her face as he tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tastes the sweet chapstick on her lips. Her skin is warm and soft and plushy underneath his touch, and her lips are addictive.

He uses his grip on her thigh to hike her leg up, fitting his hips between hers and sliding his hand up and down her leg tantalizingly. He can feel her losing her breath, so he forces himself off of her lips and starts kissing down her neck. He skims his lips down, presses wet, hot kisses on her throat, his every breath making her core clench.

She squeezes her eyes shut, eyes rolling into the back of her head, and takes heavy breaths, chest rising and falling shakily. Her hands come up to grab onto him – just hold onto him in any way – and the first thing her hands land on are his biceps. His firm, toned biceps, that are flexing as he hovers above her. In an effort to feel more grounded, she squeezes her fingers, but it just ends up making her even more lightheaded because god he’s so strong and muscular and he’s kissing her right now!

She’s overwhelmed and her head is spinning and it feels like she’s in a dream, an amazing dream that feels so good and that she never wants to end – she can smell his aftershave and his shampoo and his overall yummy boy smell, and her lips are tingling with the aftermath of his kiss. She’d always imagined what it would be like to have her neck kissed and sucked on by a boy and now that it’s happening it’s better than she could’ve ever imagined, and she’s so sensitive, and it’s just different to have a real person touching you and kissing you all over, especially someone that she’s majorly attracted to and–

Harry presses his hips into her center and, wow, if it isn't the most arousing thing she’s ever experienced. Excitement and anticipation fill her veins… but then a trickle of doubt starts to filter in. She’d only just had her first kiss, was she ready to go any further than that?

‘H-Harry,” she says, but it’s more of a moan because his fingers squeeze her hips and he’s kissing right underneath her earlobe right now and it’s sending shivers down all over her body. “M-maybe we should stop.”

“Hm?” He pulls away from where he was buried in her neck, his eyes blown out and lips slicked with a mix of their spit.

“I-I’m not ready to have sex with you, if that’s what you want.”

“That’s okay,” he says, licking his lips. “I could just eat you out.”

And, god, if that doesn’t make her whimper. “I– no, I um…” she stammers over herself.

He smiles. “What is it?” he murmurs, an amused lilt to his voice.

“I… I haven’t done any of… that.” She swallows, looking at him nervously. Her heart, which had once been racing with excitement, now pounds with apprehension. This is the first time she’s been in this position and she’s feeling so vulnerable.

It’s extremely scary and nerve-wracking and Harry’s silence is not doing anything to help her feel better.

“You’re a virgin?” he asks after a beat.

She nods. She feels insecure under his gaze, and even though she’s fully clothed, she feels totally exposed.

He laughs. “Are you really?” he asks again.

Her eyes flash with hurt. She just shared something extremely intimate with him, shared her very first kiss with him… and he was laughing at her?

She feels her heart drop, and her cheeks flame with insecurity.

“Um–" she swallows around the lump developing in her throat. "I should go,” she says, barely over a whisper. She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him away, sliding out from underneath him and climbing out of his bed. Grabbing her ipad, she shoves it into her backpack, along with her notes that were scattered along his desk and her phone lying at the foot of his bed. Her cheeks burn hot and her heart is aching in her chest.

“What?” He doesn’t challenge her when she pushes him away, but he stares at her with his eyebrows furrowed, confused at the sudden mood shift. “What happened?”

She doesn’t answer. Her throat is hurting, the painful lump a tell-tale sign of the tears getting ready to fall.

“Y/n?” he asks again, getting off his bed and walking towards her. All amusement has left his face, brows furrowed in a concerned manner. She shrugs him off when he approaches her.

“Don’t.” She feels embarrassed, her mind only filled with insecurity. He was making fun of her for being a virgin, teasing her. As if she wasn’t already embarrassed enough about it herself.

She’d planned on calling Maddie to come pick her up when she was ready to go, but it doesn’t matter anymore. She leaves his room hastily, before any of the tears can fall, and nearly runs out of his apartment.

She’ll walk home.

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sunshine (part 3) - in which y/n just wants to get this whole virginity thing out of the way, and Harry needs to grovel a bit before she forgives him.

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sunshine (part 1)

In which Harry's a dick and y/n is a virgin who cries a lot.

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Y/n wonders if she thinks too highly of herself.

She thinks she’s pretty. Not in an obnoxious, self-obsessed way! She knows she’s not a supermodel, and she definitely has a lot of days where she looks and feels totally dead – but at the end of the day, she’s not hideous. She splurges on pretty makeup products, does her hair in the mornings, spends a decent amount of time planning out cute outfits… you know, little things to make herself feel pretty!

She brushes her teeth twice a day, showers regularly, flosses. Wears pretty perfumes that smell like flowers and lip gloss that tastes like strawberries. There’s a stash of gum in her bag that she’s always chewing on, so she knows she doesn’t have bad breath; and she carries an extra deodorant in her backpack too, so you can’t tell her she’s repulsive or anything like that.

She’s kind. She smiles at strangers and always laughs at people’s jokes (even if they aren’t funny)— holds the elevator door open and says a polite “good morning” or “hello!” with her happy, cheery voice. And even though she’s a bit shy, she tries her best to spread love and kindness in the world. It just makes her happy to make other people happy!

Plus, being nice means that everyone else is nicer to you. So even if she’s in a bad mood, she’ll fake a smile and pretend like she’s happy y/n.

But, she wonders... if she has all of these amazing qualities– if she really is as pretty and kind and wonderful as she makes herself out to be– then why hasn’t she been kissed yet?

She loves her friends, of course she does! But how is she so different from them? Why do all of her friends get asked out on dates and have amazing boyfriends while she’s still a lonely virgin who hasn’t even been kissed yet?

It’s not like she’s this super virginal person who gets grossed out by boys! She wants to be kissed, she wants to get fucked! She’s toyed around with the idea of just downloading tinder and losing it all to some stranger in one night stand, but her romantic heart just can’t stand the thought of it.

Yes, she’s desperate… but she’s also romantic. Love is on her mind 24/7. It’s what she thinks about before she falls asleep, what she daydreams about whenever she gets bored. She could spend hours with a romance novel, hyper fixating on the little things that most people wouldn’t blink an eye at. The way the boy’s hand cupped the girl’s jaw while they kissed, or how their fingers brushed as they walked down the street. Little things like forehead kisses and prolonged glances across a room.

She craves it for herself, desperately aches for the affection that she reads of. She wants to rest her head on someone’s chest and listen to their heartbeat as she falls asleep, feel their fingers playing with her hair, or their lips skimming her cheek. Wants to laugh under the covers and share secrets and be vulnerable and in love. She wants it more than anything in the world!

And yet, she hasn’t even been kissed!

Everyone else seems to do it so easily – find a nice guy, go out on a date, and fall in love. So why is it so hard for her? Her friends tell her that she's the prettiest and sweetest girl out there, and that the right guy simply hasn’t come around yet… but y/n can’t help but think, is any of it true?

Is she even that pretty? Is she actually likable?

What’s wrong with her?

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Harry hates these stupid college parties.

They’re loud and stuffy, with way too many people crammed into one room for his liking. The alcohol is cheap, the music is annoying. The entire apartment smells like weed, and there’s not even a secluded corner for him to mope around in without some group of drunk girls completely invading his personal space. Everything about these parties sucks.

If he could, he’d leave. But he’s meant to give a ride home to his roomie Blake, and Blake’s currently hooking up with the host of this party.

So Harry’s stuck here. Great.

He checks his phone, and it’s nearly midnight. Blake should be done soon, right? The blonde girl who’s been talking to him for the past 20 minutes is getting awfully close, her hand trailing on his biceps and migrating towards his chest, and she’s blinking up at him with fluttery bambi eyes.

Any other night and Harry might be into whatever this girl is hinting at, but he’s 100% sober and 100% not in the mood to hook up with a girl who’s taken one too many shots. He grabs the girl's hands and peels them off of his chest gently, muttering something about needing to use the restroom (he doesn’t even need to use the bathroom, he just needs a minute away from the pounding music).

He sends her off in the direction of her friends, who are giggling to each other in a corner across the room and not-so-inconspicuously checking to see if their friend has managed to successfully get with Harry. He’s sure they’ve realized that he rejected her when they all glare at him. Sorry to disappoint, he thinks to himself.

He’s nearly positive that any bathrooms in this shitty college apartment will probably be occupied, either with someone throwing up all the drinks they’ve had or with a couple hooking up. But no harm in trying anyway.

The first door that he tries to open is locked. The second door opens up to reveal a coat closet.

The third door however, opens up to a bedroom.

The walls are decorated with posters and pictures, fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, and tiny pots of succulents placed all over the room… but the one thing that stands out the most is the overwhelming number of books scattered all over the room. There’s a bookshelf on each wall, cluttered with books of all colors and sizes. Stacks of books lie on the nightstand by the bed, a stray book sits on top of a dresser, and a pile of new, untouched books sits pristinely in the far right corner of the room.

Books, books, and more books all over the room. And, a book in the hands of a girl sitting quietly in her bed, staring at Harry.

Dressed in a hoodie and some fuzzy pj pants, the book that she’d once held up closely to her face now rests on her lap as she blinks up at this strange intruder. She sits upright, closing the book but sticking her finger between the pages so that she doesn’t lose her place. “Um… hi?” she says quietly.

He steps into the room, and looks at her blankly. “Hi.” She blinks at him. “S’this room taken?” he asks.

“Um. Well,” she looks at him curiously. “No, I guess not.”

“Okay, good,” he responds, quickly closing the door behind him. He sits on a spinny chair that he pulls out from under a desk and leans his head back, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

The girl, with her finger still lodged between her book, stares at him confused. Who is this guy?

He’s cute, and she’s mildly embarrassed that he’s come into her room when she’s looking so… sleepy. But he also seems kinda grumpy and is obviously not in the mood to talk. He’s leaning back in her chair and closing his eyes, gently rubbing his temples as if he’s meditating.

She observes him with wide eyes. Then after a minute of silence she awkwardly picks her book back up and tries to resume reading.

Kinda hard to do with some random guy sitting in her bedroom, though.

In this secluded bedroom, the sound of the music has decreased dramatically. Harry’s pounding headache starts to fade away, and he feels himself start to relax for the first time since he arrived at this stupid party. He looks around the room that he so luckily stumbled into.

The desk in front of him is, to no surprise, cluttered with more books. A laptop is plugged in in front of him, and there’s a cup full of colorful pens and markers sitting against the wall. Hanging on the wall is a string of pictures starring the same girl with different groups of people.

He looks at the pictures hanging from the walls. Then he looks back at the girl laying in the bed.

“S’this your room?” he asks, finally connecting the dots.

She looks up from the book again and nods.

“Oh,” he hums, surprised. He supposes he should’ve realized it as soon as he walked in. Girl in a room full of books, reading a book. Face clean of all makeup, snuggled up in a blanket, nice and comfy as though she’s just about ready for bed. It’s a bit silly that he only made the connection once he saw her pictures up on the walls. “Why aren’t you out there partying?”

“Um… not really my scene,” she says, closing the book and looking at Harry properly. Her nose scrunches up, “And it smells really bad in there.”

“Jesus, tell me about it,” he groans. “Could hardly breathe in there. In fact–” he says, already standing up, “d’ya mind if we open up a window? Still feels stuffy in here.”

She shows no resistance as he slides the window open, accepting the fact that she’d be sharing her room with this stranger until the party was over. Harry sticks his head out and takes a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. Much better than the sweaty, smoky, sickly smell going on inside the apartment.

When he turns back around, the girl has rearranged herself. She sits criss-crossed on her bed and looks up at Harry, fidgeting nervously with her lip bitten between her teeth.

She’s kind of cute.

Harry breaks the silence again. “I think your roommate is hooking up with my roommate right now.”

“Oh.” She blinks. “Is your roommate Blake?”

He nods.

“Yeah, Maddie’s been saying that she, um… you know,” she looks down at her hands as they play with a loose thread on the hem of her pants. “Wants to hook up with him or whatever.”

He nods his head, leaning back against her wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. As refreshing as the air is, the night time breeze is cold.

“No offense,” he says, “But you don’t seem like you’d be friends with Maddie.” Maddie (y/n’s roommate) has jet black hair, wears heavy eyeliner and black lipstick everyday, and is at least a little bit high 90% of the time. Y/n, in comparison, has flowery bed sheets, a stuffed bunny tucked in next to her, and is hiding in her bedroom while a party being thrown in her own apartment.

She just smiles softly. “Yeah, we met online. But she’s really nice.”

He raises his eyebrow. “She seems like a bitch.”

She defends her roommate immediately. “She’s not a bitch!” But then she thinks about it for a second. Maddie can definitely come off a bit… harsh at times. “Well… she’s usually really nice to me, at least.”

That makes sense. It would be very hard to be mean to this girl, he imagines. She’s too nice. It would be like being mean to a puppy or something.

Good thing Harry isn’t mean. He’s just… a bit of a grump.

She taps her fingers against the cover of her book awkwardly, staring at Harry as he looks up to her ceiling and closes his eyes. He just wants to be in his bed right now.

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry pushes himself off the wall. “I think Blake should be done,” he says, checking the time on his phone. “I’m going to leave now.”

“Okay,” says the girl quietly. She watches as he leaves with a nod of his head, and shuts the door behind him.

That was weird, she thinks.

Whatever, though. She opens her book and forgets about it.

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Don’t people say that drowsy driving is just as bad as drunk driving? What constitutes drowsy driving? Should y/n even be out on the road right now?

She doesn’t know. All she knows is that Maddie woke her up with a phone call at 2 AM, asking if y/n would come pick her up from Blake’s apartment cause she was too high to get back on her own and she doesn’t want to stay the night there.

Y/n, being the sweetheart that she is, obviously wants her roommate to get back safe. So she’s in her car, at 2 AM, yawning every three seconds as she drives to the location Maddie sent her.

She texts Maddie from the car, but Maddie doesn’t respond. She calls her, then sends another text, but still no answer. After 10 minutes of no response, she goes up to the door and knocks.

Maddie doesn’t answer. Instead, it’s Harry.

His eyebrows furrow as recognizes the girl from that party he’d been at two weeks ago. She looks just as comfortable as she did then, in a big pink hoodie and a pair of sweats. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice confused and his eyes doubting. Not many people come knocking at his door at 2 AM.

Unlike y/n, who looks like she just rolled out of bed and drove here (that is exactly what she did), Harry looks like he’s been up all night (he’s been playing COD). He’s not wearing a shirt and has a pair of sweats slung low on his hips, showing off a chiseled abdomen that acts as a canvas for a multitude of pretty tattoos. Y/n finds herself staring at the swallows that lie under his collarbones, the butterfly painted above his stomach, and the ferns lining a yummy pair of v-lines that point downwards… she swallows thickly and forces herself to look away.

“Um,” she covers her mouth as she yawns, hiding her cold fingers with the sleeves of her hoodie, “Maddie needed me to drive her home.” She blinks sleepily, and can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed that she looks so dead.

“It’s 2 in the morning,” he scoffs. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

She blinks sleepily again. “I was.”

Harry rolls his eyes. If it were him, he would not have gotten up and driven all the way over here. Someone else’s problems are not enough to get him out of bed. But, this girl… she’s too nice.

He leaves her at the door and goes to Blake’s room, pounding on the door rudely. “Hey!” he yells, irritation evident in his tone, “your roommate’s here.”

He hears a bit of shuffling, before Maddie stumbles out of Blake’s room, makeup askew and clothing only half on. She giggles up at Harry and apologizes playfully, but he just glares at her. Her eyes are glazed over and the whites of her eyes bloodshot, very obviously high if the way she couldn’t walk straight wasn’t enough of an indication.

He feels bad for the stupid girl who drove all the way over here in the middle of the night because her roommate wanted to get high.

Maddie trips over her own feet and falls into y/n, who uses all of her strength to keep her roommate upright and walks her slowly down to the car. “Are you feeling okay?” Harry hears her ask quietly. He scoffs to himself.

He doesn’t get it. How the fuck has this girl not lost her shit? Her irresponsible roommate woke her up at 2 am and made her drive all the way to some stranger’s house, and yet she still manages to be so… gentle. So kind, to someone who barely even deserves it. So caring, to someone who seems to care so little.

As y/n helps Maddie get into the car, she looks back up to the apartment and sees Harry watching them from the doorstep. They make eye contact for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowed as he leans against the doorframe. His gaze makes her heart stutter, a chill running down her spine. He looks… upset. Almost like he’s mad at her.

It makes her frown. She wants to say something to him, apologize for ruining his night… but then Maddie sticks her head out of the car and vomits.

Harry shakes his head and turns away.

That girl is too nice for her own good.

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“Hey.” Blake pokes his head into Harry’s room, where Harry’s busy playing a round on his computer, “Do you mind if Maddie and her friend come over?”

“Don’t care,” Harry mumbles, uninterested, not looking away from his game.

“Sick,” he turns around to go back into his own room, but stops when Harry suddenly pauses his game and calls out to him.

“Who’s the friend?” Harry asks, turning around.

“Y/n,” Blake answers. Harry stares at him, his brows furrowed. The name doesn’t ring a bell. “Her roommate.”

“That quiet girl?” Harry clarifies.

“Yeah, that one.”

Oh. So her name was y/n.

Good to know.

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It’s dark out when Harry finally turns off his game, sliding his headset off and stretching his back. He lets out a long groan as he feels his spine crack, a delicious feeling after being hunched over his controller for three hours straight.

Standing up, he scratches at his stomach lazily, throwing his headset onto his chair. His arms feel a bit sore, having been to the gym earlier that day, and his hair is still wet from when he showered. He puts on a sweatshirt, finding his apartment too cold to be roaming around shirtless, and heads to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He stops in his tracks when he finds y/n sitting in his living room all alone.

She’s got a book in her hands, a thick, worn-out novel that looks older than herself. She’s sitting comfortably on their couch with her legs tucked underneath her butt, so engulfed in whatever she’s reading that she doesn’t even realize that she’s not alone anymore.

It’s the first time he’s ever seen her outside of her sleep attire. She’s wearing a pair of loose, comfy looking corduroy pants, and a tight top that cuts off just below her ribs. Her chest rises and falls steadily, eyes skimming across the pages of her book so quickly that he wonders if she’s actually absorbing any of the words or not. She chews on her lip as she reads, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

When Harry finally speaks, it makes her jump in her place. “Where are Blake and Maddie?”

Her book nearly falls out of her hands as she whips her head around. When she sees it’s him, she relaxes. “Oh. Um,” she sits upright, closing her book, “They’re in his room.”

He nods slowly, squinting his eyes. There’s no nice way to ask his next question, so he just spits it out bluntly. “Why’d you come over if you’re just sitting out here while they hook up?”

She tucks her hair behind her ear nervously, feeling a little shy under his intimidating gaze. “Maddie was my ride to campus today. And she wanted to stop by here before we went home.” She shrugs quietly, “So I kinda had no choice.”

He huffs. Of course.

Y/n says that Maddie’s nice, but Harry really doesn’t like her. How weird is it to drag your friend somewhere just to have them sit alone while you go hook up with someone?

“How long have you guys been here?” he asks.

“Like, an hour.”

“So you’ve been sitting around doing nothing for an hour?”

She pouts. “I had my book.”

He blinks. She just sat here reading for an hour, while her roommate abandoned her to go hookup with Blake… and she’s okay with it?

She is too nice for her own good.

“Do y’want some pizza?” he asks, already opening the freezer.

Normally, y/n would say no. She’s kind of an unwelcome guest and she doesn’t want to be a burden on Harry. But… she hasn’t had anything since breakfast. And Maddie still hasn’t come out. She’s kind of starving.

“What kind?” she asks politely.

“Umm… cheese or pepperoni.”

“I don’t like pepperoni,” she confesses shyly. “But also I could just pick it off if you want pepperoni. Whatever you want.”

He rolls his eyes, shoving the pepperoni pizza back into the freezer. He wants to scream at her to stop being so nice! Stop being so considerate and just say what you want!

He puts it in the oven to bake, setting a timer for 15 minutes, then takes a moment to contemplate his next move. He could either go back into his room, where he could lie in bed and nap until the pizza was ready… or he could stay in here and sit awkwardly on the couch so that y/n wouldn’t be all alone.

99% of him wants to just go back into his room where he can be grumpy and alone in peace… but then he looks over at y/n, who’s sitting on the couch all by herself. She looks so uncomfortable and out of place, tracing her thumb over the raised up font on the hardcover in her hands.

The 1% of him that feels bad for her wins. He sits down next to her on the couch.

He nods his head towards the worn out book, which looks thicker than anything he’s ever read. “Are you reading the fuckin’ bible?”

“No,” she shakes her head, laughing to herself quietly. She runs her fingers over the grooves of the title, a feeling so familiar that it comforts her when she’s feeling so out of place. “It’s Wuthering Heights.”

He furrows his brow. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s good,” she says. “Kinda dense, but I’ve already read it a few times. It’s one of my favorites.”

He nods again, tapping his fingers on his thighs as silence overtakes the apartment once more. He looks around the living room, trying to find something else to say.

Y/n’s heart pitter patters in her chest nervously. She can’t help but feel a bit nervous around Harry. She’s pretty shy in general, and Harry’s stoic demeanor certainly doesn’t help her relax. Her voice is quiet as she asks, “Um… what’s your major?” A feeble attempt on her end at a conversation.

“Math.”

“Just math?” she parrots.

“Mhm,” he cracks his knuckles. “Pure math.”

She huffs out a quiet breath, a pout on her lips. “I’m in a math class right now.” Her fingers pick at a piece of fuzz that’s stuck on the couch. “Calc 1. It’s really hard.”

“Mm, yeah.” Harry hums, “Took that during my first year.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, “Did you pass?”

He holds back a smile. It’s amusing, how earnestly she’s asking him – a math major – if he passed Calculus 1. That class was generally easy for him, mostly just beginner stuff compared to the math he does now that he’s in his third year. But he doesn’t say that. “Yeah, I did,” he says simply, not wanting to make her feel bad.

She nods, looking back down at her book. “I’m kinda scared. Our first midterm was really hard.”

He hums sympathetically. Even though it was easy for him, he knows that calc class is infamously hard for others – especially for those who aren’t math inclined like himself. “How about you? What’s your major?”

His legs are spread apart so that he takes up nearly half the couch, whereas y/n sits curled up on the other corner, trying to take up as little space as possible. “Bio,” she readjusts herself so that she’s sitting crisscrossed, her book still clutched to her chest protectively. “With a concentration in ecology.”

Ew. He hates biology. Actually… he hates everything except math. Math is easy for him.

The oven beeps. A rush of relief fills his chest, finally free from this awkward conversation, and he eagerly abandons y/n on the couch to get the pizza out. He’s hungry, starving, and doesn’t bother with a plate or anything before grabbing a slice and shoving it in his mouth.

“Come have some,” he mumbles, mouth full.

She timidly walks over to the kitchen counter that he’s standing at, wiping her sweaty hands on her pants, and takes a slice as well. Blowing on it, she takes a much smaller bite than Harry did since it’s still so hot. She doesn’t know how he managed to already finish a whole slice.

Now that they can focus on eating their food, there’s no need for any more small talk. They eat comfortably in silence, only acknowledging each other when y/n asks for a napkin. He nods towards one of the drawers, asking her to grab him one too, and then they’re back to eating in silence.

Blake and Maddie burst out of his room a few minutes later.

“Harry made dinner!” exclaims Blake, coming over and reaching for a slice of pizza.

Harry yanks the tray out of his reach. “Get your own pizza,” he mumbles, putting the pizza back down in front of y/n. He looks at her, and nods his head towards the pizza, inviting her to take another slice.

Maddie stops her before she can reach for a second slice. “Ready to go?” she asks.

Y/n nods, wiping her hands on a napkin. “Thanks for the pizza,” she whispers to Harry, quiet enough so that only he hears.

“Yeah,” is all he says. He barely looks at her, too busy scarfing down his third (maybe fourth) slice.

She grabs her stuff and follows Maddie out of the boys apartment.

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“Hey!” Maddie pushes her way through the stuffed apartment, reaching her hand out towards y/n. “Listen, I’m gonna go home with Blake.”

“W-What?” Y/n’s head is foggy, her brain a little clouded from the few drinks that she’s had. Y/n doesn’t normally drink, so the little bit of alcohol in her system has had its intended effect and gone a bit further as well – her cheeks are warm, and she feels the world sway a little bit as she looks up at Maddie with a pout. “But– but what about me?”

Normally, y/n stays home whenever Maddie wants to go out and party. She prefers the comfort of her own bed and hates the anxiety she feels when she’s drunk and wobbly and surrounded by a bunch of strangers. But Maddie had assured her that they’d be together all night, that she’d take care of her if she got drunk, and that she’d drive them home whenever y/n wanted to leave.

She’s broken all three of those promises.

When they got to the party, Maddie abandoned her as soon as she saw Blake across the room. Luckily, y/n saw some of her own friends that she was able to hang out with, some girls from her ecology class who gave her a yummy strawberry smirnoff. They talked and laughed and y/n was having a good time, slowly but surely getting a little bit tipsy. The drink was so yummy, and Maddie wasn’t there to keep an eye on her, so she didn’t realize that she’d gone a bit over her tolerance.

She’s a bit tipsier than she’d like to be in a public setting, surrounded with people she doesn’t know, and it’s too dark outside for her to get home safely on her own. And now… Maddie wants to abandon her? For Blake?

“Don’t worry!” Maddie exclaims, completely disregarding the worry flickering in y/n’s glazed eyes. “I’ll order you an uber home!”

Y/n bites her lip nervously. An uber? At this time of night, when she’s all drunk and stumbling around like a sad little baby deer?

“Um… can’t you take me home before you go with Blake?”

Maddie rolls her eyes, “come on, really? I’ll pay for the uber. It'll be fine.”

Y/n’s heart beats loudly in her chest, “I-I’m scared of going by myself, Maddie. I think I had too much to drink, I don’t feel safe.”

Her roommate purses her lips in a firm line, as if she’s annoyed. She looks around the apartment, tapping her foot impatiently, then she lights up with an idea. “Stay here,” she tells y/n.

“Harry!” Maddie calls out, making her way back to the other side of the apartment. “Hey, Harry!”

He’s sitting on a couch, next to a pretty girl in a tight black dress who has her legs splayed across his lap comfortably. There’s a furrow in his brow that makes him look pissed off, but his hand rests very comfortably on this girl's thigh and he makes no objections as she plays with the collar of his shirt. His head whips over to Maddie as she tramples her way over to him.

“What is it?” he snaps, voice closed off and irritated.

“Can you drive y/n home?”

He blinks. “Huh?”

“Can you drive y/n home??” she says again, frustrated.

“Why?”

“Cause I’m going over to your apartment with Blake and she needs a ride home.”

He stares at Maddie unbelievingly, and peers over at y/n, who’s sitting all alone on the other side of the apartment. Her lips are pouted sadly, staring down at the floor with a far off look in her eyes.

“Why can’t you take her home?” he grumbles, looking up at Maddie with a glare in his eye.

She huffs, impatiently stomping her foot. “Cause I’m going home with Blake right now! Come on Harry, it’s not that far! Please?”

He shakes his head. “Fuckin’ unbelieveable,” he mutters under his breath, pushing the girl off of him as he stands up.

“Thank you,” she sighs, dragging him behind her. “Y/n,” Maddie says, stopping in front of her. “Harry’s gonna drive you home.”

She looks up, eyes wide and round. “H-Harry?”

“Yes,” she says harshly, “you guys are friends, aren’t you?”

“Um…” y/n doesn’t know what to say. She wouldn’t necessarily consider them friends just because they shared a pizza.

Her night out with Maddie was meant to be fun, but right now, she just feels abandoned and kinda scared. And Harry doesn’t seem too happy about this either, which makes her feel even worse.

“Lets go,” he snaps, jaw clenching tightly as he swings his car keys around his index finger. She flinches at his tone and digs her nails into her palms nervously.

She’s trapped. It’s either Harry takes her home, or she takes an uber all by herself. And she’s too scared to get home alone right now.

With a final look towards Maddie, who stares back at her dismissively and shoos her towards Harry, she stands up shakily and follows Harry out of the crowded apartment.

The air outside is much colder than the apartment, goosebumps immediately rising on y/n’s skin and making her shiver. Harry doesn’t acknowledge the way she stumbles over her feet, walking ahead of her briskly. She’s forced to keep herself composed, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm and nearly jogging to keep up with Harry’s long strides.

He unlocks his car doors and gets into the driver’s seat. Y/n opens the passenger’s side door for herself and takes a seat, buckling herself in quietly.

Turning on the car, he notices the way her arms are tightly crossed in front of her chest. He turns up the heat, and pulls out of the parking lot.

They play no music and say nothing, driving in silence.

“Sorry you have to drive me home,” she says faintly after a few minutes.

His turn signal blinks softly. “Can’t believe your roommate just left you,” he mutters irritatedly.

She says nothing in response. She stares out the window, a lump in her throat as the drive past the streets of college houses and apartments. The red light they stop at and the name of the streets go blurry from the tears gathering at her waterline. She sniffles softly.

Harry whips his head to her. “Why are you crying?”

Her lower lip wobbles as the first tear falls from her lashes. She wipes it away quickly. “I don’t know,” is all she says with a watery voice.

He stares at her befuddled, brows furrowed and eyes a piercing green, but she refuses to meet his gaze. She just looks outside the window in a melancholy haze, lost in thought, eyes unfocused as tears drip down her face silently.

He sighs deeply and taps his fingers against the steering wheel, praying for the red light to turn green so that he can get this girl home as soon as possible.

+++

When they arrive at her place, he sits in his car and watches as she stumbles up the steps of her apartment. She mumbled out a soft thank you through her tears and managed to climb out of his car smoothly, but the way she wobbles on her feet makes Harry worry that he shouldn’t leave until he’s sure she got in.

She stands in front of her door for a solid two minutes, trying to find her keys, and Harry taps his fingers against his thigh impatiently. When she finally finds them, she struggles to fit the key in the lock, hands shaky and her vision still blurred from the tears. Aaaand then she drops them.

Harry sighs and puts the car in park. By the time she’s picked the keys back up, Harry’s already gotten out of his car and reached the top step. He takes the keys from her and easily unlocks her door. “In,” he mutters, ushering her into her apartment impatiently.

He follows her into her bathroom and turns the light on for her. Their eyes meet in the mirror as he asks, “can you get yourself ready for bed?”

She nods, looking down at the ground sheepishly as he leaves her to take off her makeup and brush her teeth. She opts to skip her skincare routine and doesn’t even bother with putting her jewelry back in her jewelry box, simply just leaving her earrings on her bathroom counter to deal with tomorrow.

Harry’s probably gone back down to his car by now, she thinks. It’s so embarrassing, how he had to drive her home and guide her into her bathroom. He seemed annoyed with her. He probably thought she was so messy – an annoying, overdramatic girl who started crying in his car for no reason.

More tears bubble in her tears as the hot wave of embarrassment washes over her. She was such a mess, of course she’s never been in a relationship. Nobody would want to date someone like her.

She takes off her clothes and whips off her bra, sniffling to herself sadly. Slipping on her favorite sweatshirt, a huge pink one that goes down to her mid thighs and covers her hands, she uses the sleeves to wipe away the excess tears in her eyes. She stumbles over herself a bit and bangs her foot against her dresser as she reaches for a pair of sleep shorts and it only makes her want to cry even harder. Drunk y/n is extra emotional, and every little thing is sending over the edge.

As she’s stepping into her pair of sleep shorts, her bedroom door opens, Harry walking in with a glass of water in one hand and a pill bottle in the other. She trips over herself as she tries to pull her clothes on as soon as possible, but it just makes her lose balance and stumble to the side. His eyes widen and he turns around quickly, muttering a quick fuck to himself.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Are you decent?”

Y/n regains her composure, cheeks burning as she pulls her shorts over her hips. This night could not be going any worse. “Yeah,” she says quietly. She hopes it’s dark enough in the room so that he doesn’t see her flaming cheeks and puffy eyes.

He turns around and hands her the water, which she immediately starts chugging down. She didn’t realize how thirsty she’d been until she’d seen the glass in Harry’s large, tattooed hand.

“Slow down,” he grunts. He pops open the pill bottle and takes out one Advil for her. “Take this.”

She grabs the pill from him obediently and swallows it down with the rest of her water. Then she looks up at him, as if waiting for his next instructions.

“Bed,” he says, nodding his head towards her daisy printed sheets. She goes to climb in but trips over her shoe that she’d messily discarded on the floor. Harry grabs her waist before she can fall to the floor though.

“Jesus,” he murmurs. This was like the seventh time she’s almost fallen over tonight. Is she always this clumsy or was it the drinks?

He grabs her hand and physically guides her into her bed, making sure she lays down properly and lifting the sheets for her to climb under. Grabbing her ankle, he literally has to guide her under the blanket, then lets the duvet fall over her gracefully.

“All good?” he asks, once she’s tucked nicely into her bed, teeth brushed and medicine taken so that she wouldn’t wake up feeling gross tomorrow.

She looks up at him, eyes no longer tear filled but still clearly sad. “Yeah..” she says quietly, however her eyes flicker around her room as if she’s searching for something.

He furrows his brows, and glances in the direction her eyes have landed. A stuffed bunny lies on the floor next to the shoe that she tripped over. He bends over and picks it up, handing it to her questioningly. She takes the bunny and snuggles it into her neck, eyes fluttering as if she can finally relax. “Thanks,” she whispers.

Harry nods curtly and heads for the door. When he turns around one final, y/n is watching him with sleepy eyes. “Bye, Harry,” she squeaks out.

He stares at her for a second. “Bye.” Then he closes the door behind himself.

+++

Y/n wakes up with a pounding headache and an upset tummy.

That was mortifying.

She’s never gonna be able to face Harry again. He was so annoyed with her, she just knows it! The way she dragged him away from that party, cried in his car, and tripped over herself like a stupid goat with clanky legs… oh, he probably thinks she’s the worst!

She wishes she had more control over her emotions, that she could’ve held in the tears until she was alone in her bed… but she just felt so miserable last night. She had wanted to start crying literally when Maddie first yelled at her at the party, but she tried to stay strong. Kept herself together so that she at least didn’t start crying in the middle of a party.

But then… getting in the car with Harry. God. The deafening silence, the irritation radiating off of him… it made her feel terrible. She felt like a nuisance, like an annoyance and a burden.

And she completely humiliated herself in front of Harry! The cute guy that she maybe sort of had started to have a tiny little crush on, simply because he was cute and mildly nice to her and she has a habit of romanticizing small interactions.

There was no chance he’d ever want to be in a room with her after this. He probably wants nothing to do with her.

She stumbles out of her bed and plants her feet on the ground, her head spinning a little bit as she squints her eyes. Her little stuffed bunny has fallen onto the floor again, and she picks it up and places it onto the bed next to herself. She remembers how Harry had picked the bunny up and given it to her before she fell asleep last night, like she was some little kid that he was stuck babysitting.

Ugh. She’s never going to talk to him again.

+++

Harry stands outside of his lecture hall, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed angrily. His eyebrows are furrowed in classic Grumpy Harry fashion and his lips are pursed in a disgruntled frown.

He’s annoyed.

He stares at y/n, who’s sitting on a bench not too far away. Her tote bag sits on the floor next to her feet and there’s a book in her hand, her finger in between the pages as a temporary bookmark to not lose the page she’s on.

There’s something about her that just… annoys him so much. He can’t quite explain it.

The way her cheeks dimple as she smiles up at the guy talking to her, tucking her hair behind her ear gently when it falls into her face… it makes his jaw clench angrily as he watches her from a distance. She’s so nice. Too nice.

She laughs at something the guy she’s talking to says and it makes his stomach feel sour. He doesn’t like it.

Blake’s hand snaps in front of Harry’s face. “Bro. Stop staring.”

Harry forces his eyes to look away, brows still furrowed grumpily. “Wasn’t staring,” he mumbles, pushing himself off the wall and going into the lecture hall.

“You were,” he responds, following closely behind. “She’s really nice… I dunno why you hate her.”

“Who says I hate her?” Harry scoffs. “I never talk to her.” Especially as of late, she’s quiet as a mouse around him. He was over at her apartment to pick Blake up the other day and she’d only said a quiet “hi” before scurrying back into her room, like a scared little bunny in the presence of a snake or something.

“Well… I mean, you could be nicer.”

Harry furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

Blake hesitates. “Like… I dunno. Maddie says you made her cry.”

“Huh?” He thinks back to that night… “How was that my fault?” All he’d done was driven her home and tucked her into bed? She just started crying on her own!

“She’s just kind of sensitive,” says Blake. “I know you probably weren’t trying to mean, but you’re definitely not sunshine and rainbows. You’re scary, did y’know that?”

Harry rolls his eyes. Everyone seems to have this preconceived notion that Harry's this huge dick who never smiles… and though it’s true that he rarely smiles in the presence of strangers, he’s not an asshole! He just doesn’t feel like wasting his energy in pretending to like people he doesn’t actually like. Or smile when it’s much more comfortable to furrow his brows and pout grumpily.

And he finds that usually his grumpy demeanor works in his favor – people stay out of his way, and he gets to avoid the headache that comes with interacting with people. But now this girl… this sunshine girl who always has her nose in a little book and always says please and thank you and is nice to everyone and stumbles over herself like a little puppy who's learning how to walk… she’s gone on and made him feel bad about it.

How annoying is that? To have the nicest person on the planet think you’re scary?

“I wasn’t trying to make her cry,” he mutters, irritated. “I didn’t even say anything to her.”

“Well maybe that’s the problem. Like… just try. I think you’ll like her.”

He doesn’t think so. She’s too nice. They probably wouldn’t get along.

+++

There are three things y/n does a lot.

The first is studying. Her grades come first, always. She’ll be at the library for hours at a time, snuggled up in a booth with an iced coffee and her color coded notes, studying until she can barely keep her eyes open. It’s unhealthy, and she really should take breaks more often… but she just gets really nervous about her grades!

She’s used to being at the top of her class, and has always been a straight A student. But recently, she’s been struggling. She’s doing fine in her chemistry class, and absolutely thriving in biology. But calculus… calculus is her worst enemy.

The second thing she does a lot is reading. She’s been a bookworm for as long as she can remember. Her most frequent genre is romance (obviously!), but she’ll dabble a little bit in the popular fantasy series, maybe pick up a thriller every once in a while. And if she’s feeling sophisticated, she’ll try to read one of the classics… something philosophical, like Camus, or maybe something a little heavier, like War and Peace. But those situations are rare. She prefers her little world of romance.

The third thing that y/n does a lot… is cry.

She’ll cry if she watches a sad movie, she’ll cry over a sad book. She cried when Finnick died in The Hunger Games, and she cried when she finished Of Mice and Men. She cries every single time she watches Pride and Prejudice (2005), sobs her eyes out when Mr. Darcy says, “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love- I love- I love you.”

She cries if someone yells at her, and she cries if she thinks someone doesn’t like her. She cries almost every time she’s drunk (example: when Harry drove her home), and she cries in the middle of the night when she’s feeling homesick. She cries for no reason when she’s getting close to her period… and sometimes, she cries because she’s just lonely.

Now, you might be thinking… y/n sounds super annoying. But please don’t think that! That would also probably make her cry.

She’s just a tad bit sensitive! She has so many emotions in her little heart, and she’s trying so hard to be responsible and manage life as a young adult but at the end of the day she’s just a girl!!! She’s just a girl, and she’s tired and stressed out and lonely and touch deprived, and sometimes she has a hard time keeping everything together so she just… cries.

If she could control it, she would! Do you really think she wants to be crying in the library? Of course, not! It’s embarrassing, and she’s trying really hard to keep her sniffles quiet and to suck the tears back into her eyeballs… but when she’s sad, she can’t stop the tears.

So now she’s crying in the library. And it’s all because of Issac Newton.

Why did he have to invent calculus? Like, what was even the point? Why did she, as a girl studying ecology, have to take this stupid class?

She buries her face in her arms, the tears unstoppable at this point, and just hopes that anyone walking past will think she’s napping and not crying her eyes out.

She’d studied really hard for that last midterm. Like– she’d literally been in the library for a week straight, just doing calculus problems over and over again. She went to office hours to get help on all the questions she was stuck on, and was watching the Organic Chemistry Tutor’s videos religiously. She did so much math that she was literally having dreams about doing calculus.

And yet, even with all of her studying, she still managed to fail the midterm. Like… she seriously failed it. As in, if she doesn’t get an A on the final, she will literally have to retake the class.

She’s so sad. She’s never gotten a grade this low, ever in her life. And she’d tried so hard!!! The morning of the midterm, she’d actually felt confident! She thought she had it in the bag!

She was so, so wrong.

She feels stupid – not just because she failed the midterm, but because she’s literally having a breakdown about it in the library.

This is stupid. Everything is stupid. School is stupid, Issac Newton is stupid, calculus is stupid–

“Y/n?”

Uh oh. She tries to wipe away her tears discreetly, licking her lips and clearing her throat and desperately hoping that it’s not obvious that she’s been crying.

When she lifts her head, she finds Harry standing in front of her. “Why’re you crying?” he asks bluntly, looking down at her with his brows furrowed.

Ok. So it is obvious.

“Um,” she sniffles, “Hi Harry.” She hopes that maybe if she pretends like everything is fine, then he won’t pry any further.

It doesn’t work.

“Why are you crying?” he asks again. There’s not much compassion or comfort in his voice. Same old grumpy Harry, so blank and impassive.

She shrugs her shoulders, feeling small and embarrassed. “I– it’s silly,” she stammers, looking down at her fingers.

Harry doesn’t say anything, staring at her and waiting for her to continue.

She swallows thickly. “I failed my midterm,” she whispers, her voice catching as a new lump grows in her throat.

“How bad?”

One lone tear falls down her face as she shakes her head disappointedly, which she wipes away quickly. “Really bad,” she whimpers. Her cheeks burn hot as she realizes that she can’t hold back the tears any longer. She quickly averts her eyes from him, staring into her lap and hoping that he can’t see her face.

This is the second time he’s seen her cry, which is two times more than she would like. He probably thinks she’s some silly, over emotional girl… probably thinks she’s so annoying. She just wants to curl up in a ball, hide in a dark hole and cry by herself. She can’t handle Harry’s judgment on top of her shitty midterm grade.

He stands there silently for a moment. Her lower lip has pouted out cutely and he can hear her sniffling quietly. “Was it math?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she grumbles sadly. Stupid math.

He hums. After another tense moment he asks, “Do you want help?”

“Help with what?” She stares down at her fingers, her tone dejected. The happy glimmer that usually sparkles in her eye is gone.

“With math,” he clarifies. “I can help you.”

She looks up at him curiously, still pouting. “You’d help me with math?”

He nods, pulling out the chair next to her. “Let me see your midterm,” he says, nodding his head towards the packet of math problems she’d just been sobbing over. Embarrassingly, the front page is stained with a few tears, but she hands it over nonetheless.

He scans over the first page quickly, reading the question and seeing how she answered it. “Do you know why you got this one wrong?”

She sniffles and shrugs. She hadn’t even tried to look over the questions, too mentally exhausted to even try and understand what mistakes she’d made.

“Look. You tried to cancel out the tan3x, which would make sense in any other case… but since it’s to the power of 4 you could really easily have used integration by parts.”

“Wish I knew that before I took the fucking midterm,” she huffs.

“Hey,” he tsks. “Learn from your mistakes so that you don’t make them again. You need to know this stuff to do integral tests later.”

She shakes her head. “I tried so hard, Harry,” she barely whispers, her voice exhausted. “Like I studied so much, and I really really tried to make it all make sense. But it’s just so hard for me.” She sniffles and wipes away more tears, taking a shaky breath and looking away from Harry.

She doesn’t want to try anymore. She just wants to give up.

He purses his lips, brows furrowed. There’s something about seeing y/n upset that just feels so wrong. She usually brings so much… light into a room. Seeing her cry makes it seem like the entire universe has gotten a little sadder.

“You’ve got the right idea when you’re solving these…” he tries to comfort her (though he’s never really been good at comforting people), “It’s just little things that you’re doing wrong. And it’s probably because you’ve got a shit professor who just has you copy down problems.”

“That’s literally all we do!” she whines, not even caring if she sounds like a baby. “He does the problems so fast and then I have to go home and try and figure out how he did it all by myself!” She sniffles and puts her head in her hands, more tears dropping from her eyelashes. She’s exhausted, her head starting to hurt as she exhales a shuddery breath.

He lets her cry a little bit. “Listen,” he says gently, turning to face her. The normal furrow in his brow is gone, his gaze a little bit softer. “Next time you come over with Maddie, bring your notes and we can go over them together, okay?”

She sniffles. “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Like actually?”

“Yes,” he says again exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. He stands up from the table and puts her midterm back down in front of her. “Lighten up, sunshine. One bad score is not the end of the world.”

She feels a bit silly now that Harry’s witnessed her having another breakdown in the library. But, despite how little he said… he actually helped her calm down. This was not the end of the world.

“Okay,” she whispers, “thanks, Harry.”

He nods and walks away.

Maybe he doesn’t hate her, she thinks to herself.

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“I’m going out,” Maddie says as she walks into the kitchen, discarding her half full coffee mug on the counter as she grabs her car keys from the hook in front of the door.

“Your mug!” y/n tuts like a mother. Maddie rolls her eyes as she pours the last of her coffee down the sink and puts the mug in the dishwasher. Y/n ignores the dramatic eye roll, knowing that Maddie’s just playing around, and asks, “Where are you going?”

“Over to Blake’s,” she responds with a wink. She’s been telling y/n about how she’s been waiting for Blake to text her all week because she doesn’t want to be the one texting first all the time… weird situation-ship stuff that y/n’s never experienced before. Seems like he finally texted her, with how excited Maddie is to be going over.

Just as Maddie is about to step out the door, y/n remembers Harry’s offer. He’d been serious, right? He hadn’t just said that because she was crying… right? She really hopes not, because she really could use his help. She’d been up for hours last night, trying to do the homework, but ultimately giving up because she got too frustrated with herself. Maybe… maybe he’d be able to help her?

“Wait!” y/n calls out, “Um… can I come with you?”

Maddie raises an eyebrow, “Why do you want to come over to Blake’s apartment?”

Y/n turns a bit shy, “Harry… he’s, um, helping me with math.”

“Harry?” Maddie’s eyes glimmer curiously. “He’s literally such a dick. He’s helping you?”

“He’s not that bad…” y/n mumbles, remembering the ounce of kindness he’d shown to her in the library the other day. He’s just a little bit… reserved, she’s started to realize.

“Please. He literally never smiles. I dunno how you got him to talk to you, he always ignores me when I’m over.”

(Honestly, she doesn’t blame Harry for not talking to Maddie… she sometimes ignores Maddie in her own apartment too…)

“You have two minutes to meet me in the car or I’m leaving without you!”

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With her schoolbag in hand, y/n taps lightly on Harry’s door. Blake had told her to just go in, but she feels like that’s rude, so she stands in front of his door nervously and waits patiently for him to open.

“What?” he grunts, opening his bedroom door. “Oh.” The furrow in his brow softens the slightest bit when he sees it’s y/n. He’d thought it was Blake bugging him about something. Y/n is a much… nicer surprise.

“Hi,” she says, chewing on the inside of her lip nervously. “I was wondering if… um, you could help me out with my calc stuff?”

He stares at her for a second, then says, “yeah.”

He opens the door wider and she follows him in. His room is messy, but not gross. The bed is unmade, three half full water bottles on his nightstand, and there’s a pair of sweatpants on the floor… but at least it doesn’t stink!

His computer screen is paused mid-game, and she realizes that he’d still been holding his controller when he’d opened up the door for her. He throws a jacket that had been thrown on the back of his chair onto the bed, and motions for her to sit. Then he pulls up another chair that was sitting in the corner of his room to sit next to her.

“Let’s see it,” he says, shutting down his computer.

“So…” she takes her laptop out of her bag, setting it down on his desk and turning it on so that she can open up her homework assignment. While it loads, she unlocks her ipad to the scratch work she’d done last night. “I was trying to do the homework last night, and I think I’m supposed to be doing integration by parts but honestly I’m not even sure how to do that… so I’m kind of lost.”

Harry leans over her ipad and looks at the work she’d done. It’s… wrong.

“Can I see your notes for integration by parts?” He asks, trying to figure out how she ended up with 1 as her answer when it should be a much larger, much more complicated mix of trig and integrals. She scrolls up until she lands on a page titled Chapter 7, and points to the second example on the problem. Her notes are cute, written in pink with girlish, bubbly handwriting. However, it’s clear that she’d been struggling to keep up with the lecture, some of her work completely scribbled out and replaced with messy numbers and formulas. Next to one of the big portions of scribbled out math, she's written “WHAT???” along with a sad face doodled underneath it.

Clearly she’s a bit confused.

“Okay…” he scrolls down to a new page in her digital notebook and copies down the example problem that had confused her. “Let me show you how you do integration by parts first, and then we’ll look at the homework problem, okay?”

“M’kay,” she hums compliantly, crossing her legs and hiding her hands in her sleeves. She feels a bit… nervous. She doesn’t want Harry to think she’s stupid. But she’d rather have her ego a little bruised than fail the next midterm too.

“So… you do integration by parts when you can’t just do normal integration… usually if there’s e^x in there or a natural log then you know that you have to do integration by parts.”

She nods, following along quietly.

“In this one… you have x times e^x dx… you have to break it up into two parts, U and dV. And then you take the derivative of U and find the integral of dV. And you plug that into the formula. Do you know the formula?”

She blinks at him. “Um…” she shuffles through her notes and finds it. “It’s this.”

“Good… so what you do is you assign x to either U or dV and then e^x(dx) to the other… and then you find dU and V based off of that. Should we make x be U or dV?”

She purses her lips, “Make x=U?”

“Yes…” he nods. “Do you know why?”

She shrugs. “I guessed.”

His lip quirks up in the first smile y/n’s ever seen from him, a slight dimple popping up in his cheek. “S’cos we have to either find the derivative of U, or find the integral of dV. It’s way easier to use the derivative of x, cause it’s just one. If we made x equal to dV… then we’d add a fraction and a power of two to our equation and it’ll just make things ugly.”

“Oh.” She stares at his hands as he writes down what he just said in math terms, scribbling in his boyish handwriting that U=x and dU=1. “Okay.”

“So if U=x, then dV is equal to….”

“e^x?” she answers.

“Good,” he says gently. “And what is V?”

She stays silent for a moment, searching the paper as if it’ll give her an answer. He senses her confusion and helps her out, saying, “IF V is the integral of dV, and dV is e^x…”

“Well Isn’t the integral of e^x still e^x?” Her voice is unconfident, looking up at Harry with wide, round eyes.

“You’re right,” he says encouragingly, a soft smile on his face. “Stop doubting yourself so much.”

A reciprocating smile spreads on her face, feeling a little more confident with Harry’s praise.

“All you do now is put your numbers into the formula. Can you do it?”

He hands the pen over to her, their fingers brushing. Her hair falls in front of her face as she leans over the page to write down her answer, and Harry watches softly as she tucks it back behind her ear. He notices how long and delicate her eyelashes are as he stares at her side profile.

“Is that right?” she asks quietly, trying hard to be confident but still so nervous that she’s done it wrong.

He tears his eyes away from her face. “Almost,” he says, leaning forward. Their arms brush against each other, the space that they initially had set between their chairs having shrunk as they worked on the problem together. She can feel his breath as he quietly murmurs next to her ear, “You just need to add +C at the end.”

She furrows her eyebrows and turns her head towards him, and feels her heart stutter as she realizes how close their faces actually are. “What does the +C mean?”

“It’s just like… it’s supposed to represent any constants that we couldn’t find. Because when you take the derivative of a constant it just ends up being zero, so when you’re given an integral and doing the anti-differential process… you don’t know if there was actually a constant there or what it was. So the +C is just representing any constant value that could’ve been in the answer, even though you don’t know what the number is.”

She blinks at him. “Um… okay. I’ll just pretend like that made sense.”

He chuckles, the first time she’s probably ever heard him laugh. “It’s honestly not that important to get it. Just remember to add +C every time you take an integral.”

“Got it…” she says, adding the +C.

“Think you can do the next one on your own?”

+++

“Harry,” y/n pouts. “It says I’m wrong but I dunno why.”

He pauses his game and slides out of his seat, going over to y/n. She’d relocated to his bed after they did a couple more problems together and felt confident enough to do the rest by herself. His chest brushing against her back softly as he leans over her shoulder, going over her work. “What’s the integral of sin(x)?”

“Cos(x),” she says confidently.

“Not quite…”

She sits there for a second, brows furrowed. “Oh!” she adds a negative in front of the cos(x).

“There you go,” he grins down at her.

She lays down on his bed, her hair splaying out behind her as she throws her ipad on his bed, relieved. “Harry. You’re a genius.”

He laughs, a quiet huff of air that passes out of his nose with an amused smile on his face. “So it makes sense?”

“I think you should be teaching our class. You’re so good. Thank you for helping me.”

He hums, giving her a satisfied smirk, and goes back to his game while she finishes her homework. It's a strange setup, sitting in his bed and doing her homework while he plays, but she doesn’t mind it.

In fact, it’s kind of nice.

Harry’s kind of nice.

She kind of likes Harry.

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sunshine - part 2 (already posted on patreon!) : In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.

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Okay I had so much fun writing this one! It's based off of THIS REQUEST where Harry cheats on his gf with Y/N and is basically pussy whipped.

Warnings: mostly remorseless infidelity, solo male masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), fingering, daddy kink, slight degradation, pain, size, and cnc kink, non-con creampie, jealous partners, alcohol consumption. I think that's it...?

WC: 14.6k

You were minding your business, shamelessly standing stark naked in Harry’s laundry room, setting the wash for the sheets and pillowcases you two had soiled with your sweat, spit, and cum. You suddenly felt Harry’s presence behind you and moments later he was wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I told you that I’d take care of this later.” He mumbled before kissing your bare shoulder.

“It is later.” You smirked, “You said she’s coming home around 11, no?” You asked him and he nodded, “Well it’s already 10 and we still need to clean up from cooking dinner.” You reminded and he groaned.

“Right…”

“Told you we should’ve just ordered in. Could’ve kicked me out with the garbage.” You joked and he tutted in disapproval and squeezed around you a bit harder. You giggled a bit at his reaction, but it was true…you were the other woman and sometimes you coped with that with a little help from dark humor.

“I thought we agreed you’d stop with the self deprecating stuff.” He reminded you. “Only I can be a little mean t’you.” He smirked devilishly and you rolled your eyes, but nodded.

“I know, I know…sorry.” You giggled as he smooched your shoulder again.

“And you were right. We should’ve ordered in.” He added, “You’re basically always right though, angel.” He admitted and you smiled.

When you thought about how it was that Harry came into your life it felt so normal that the fact you were fucking almost felt strange. You were merely acquaintances and only because your uncle was none other than Rob Stringer. Well, you were related through marriage, but still. You and Harry both just happened to be in attendance at his birthday party one year and after loosening up with a few drinks you two were flirting up a storm in a secluded little nook. Harry was single then and you were finishing up your Master’s degree in Audio Engineering, you both loved music, so that gave you two plenty to talk about. At the end of the night you exchanged numbers and added each other on instagram, but you never really spoke again after that.

It was a couple years later, at one of his last shows of his world tour that your paths crossed again. You all had a little “party” at the hotel afterwards and you overheard one of his friends say that he was talking to someone and that she’d be coming for his final show along with more of his friends and family. So you sort of kept your distance because you couldn’t trust yourself with not flirting with him. But all throughout the night you’d make eye contact across the room or just narrowly miss each other as you rotated around the little cliques of people. His intense energy made you feel quite wired, so even when the final people trickled out of the rooftop patio area that had been reserved for the little cocktail party, you found yourself sitting at the pool on the far end of the rooftop, legs dangling in the perfectly cool water. Harry was heading back to his room when he spotted you across the way through the chaises and tables surrounding the pool.

He’d greeted you with a cool “Hey, stranger!”, when he entered the pool area. That greeting was something you thought you’d hate until it was coming from him. He was clearly on a good one, as were you, and you guys just talked for an hour until you both realized it was past 3am. The ride down in the elevator was charged with tension and a comfortable silence, both of you were just enjoying the intense vibe that was encompassing you for however long this ride lasted. When the elevator stopped and opened up on his floor you were prepared to say goodnight but he just extended his hand out towards you. It was an unspoken invitation. You recall asking him “Aren’t you dating someone?” And he just smirked and said “not technically” and well that was enough for you to let him guide you to his suite and the rest was history.

You’d always thought sexual chemistry was a myth until you and Harry fucked. You had the things that scratched his itch and vice versa. It truly was supposed to be a one time thing but then you saw each other again after a bit more time and did it again. Harry was consumed by guilt after the first time, he felt ill and disgusted with himself. But when you two saw each other again you slept together again. And then again. And now it had happened once more.

You weren’t hooking up regularly, so it wasn’t a full fledged affair, it was more of a sporadic thing. The point was that now he had a girlfriend of almost a year now and you really needed to not do this again. You wanted to say you felt guilty for it all the time, but in all truth the guilt had diminished, especially when you were together. That’s how good it was. However, that didn’t mean what you were doing wasn’t wrong.

“So when I tell you that this can’t happen again you know that I mean it, right?” You asked as you closed the lid and then turned towards him. His eyes met your own with a solemn look as he nodded.

“I know…this was a slip up.” He said, there was a little guilt in his eyes, you could see it pulling him away from the present and into his head.

It truly had been this time. He had gone to a football match with your uncle the day before and you just happened to be over at his for dinner with your aunt and mum when they came back. You’d gone your separate ways but he then texted you to see if you wanted to catch up and have dinner together the next day, well, today now. And you had agreed, but one thing led to another, like the time before and here you were.

“Isn’t that what you said last time?” You asked with a smirk.

“Hey, how was I supposed to know you worked out at that studio?”

“Instagram.” You said with a grin and he chuckled.

“Okay, I just…I just wanted to see you that time. I didn’t intend for it to turn into sex.”

“Liar.” You whispered smugly before tiptoeing and kissing his lips gently and he chuckled.

“I mean, I fantasized about it, but I didn’t intend to follow through with it.” He defended himself and you just giggled before your lips melted together. It was so easy to get lost when you kissed each other. Feeling his big, warm hands feeling out your curves and squeezing at your butt, it made you melt. And well, he was getting hard all over again and you giggled into your kiss.

“One more before you go?” He asked you and you shook your head.

“Why don’t you channel all this towards your girl instead when she gets home.” You suggested before pecking his lips quickly and pulling away from him.

Harry felt confused when you said things like this to him. He wondered if you said it to make him feel guilty or were just being sincere about him focusing on her instead of you. So he followed after you until he was back in his bedroom and you were pulling your clothes on.

“Are you upset?” He asked you and you turned towards him as you fastened your bra on.

“No, H. I didn’t mean that in a bad way, sorry.” You assured as he grabbed your shirt from the floor and handed it to you. “Thanks.” You hummed.

“Welcome.” He mumbled.

“I just meant like…” you sighed, “M-maybe if you’re not…satisfied with how your sex life is with her, then-”

“Let’s not, alright?” He cut you off sternly, his eyes wild with frustration.

You just rolled lips together and nodded, “You’re right. Sorry.” You apologized immediately as you looked away with a little bit of embarrassment. You could sense that the mood completely shifted between you two so you hurriedly got dressed in silence. Harry had just thrown on his sweats.

“Ready?” He asked as soon as you’d buttoned your jeans.

“I can show myself out, H. Just finish cleaning up.” You assured him.

“What’re a few minutes worth at this point?”

“At least a shower.” You responded and he smiled a bit.

“See. Always right.” He acknowledged as he took your hand and squeezed it a bit in his.

“I’m not answering next time, Harry. That’s a promise.” You said seriously. You needed to put your foot down. It was bad enough that you didn’t feel bad about it, so you really needed to stop. “So don’t even call, okay?” You requested and he nodded once before he let you go.

Harry stood there until he heard the front door open and close and he smiled to himself because he was already itching to call you again. He didn’t let himself feel too guilty about this because he knew that he was going to stop, when? Well, he certainly believed the second time was the last time, but now it had happened a couple more times and he wouldn’t mind not stopping. There was just something about the way you two fit together that made him want to keep going back. Even after the first time he’d had you, when you were both drunk and giggling and mucking about, the second he sunk inside of you his brain chemistry changed. He’d never moaned so much while fucking someone. And then when you rode him…

“Fuck…” he mumbled as his cock started growing hard so fast.

He slightly brought down his sweats and pulled his cock out as he sat on the bed. Harry’s eyes closed as he as he started to stroke his cock up and down at a steady pace, not wasting any time to tease or delay his orgasm in any way. His jaw tensed a bit as he clenched his teeth together and hissed in a breath as he rubbed at his frenulum the way you had done earlier with your tongue.

He absolutely loved your company, the chemistry was just there. He’d never been with someone who made themselves right at home so easily. And not in an imposing way, you did it in a way that reminded him of when a friend you haven’t seen in ages pops in for a long visit and they just slowly start to worm their way further in. You zapped him with an excitement that was reminiscent of the time when he fell in love for the first time. Where you’ve got these blinders on and that person can do absolutely no wrong in your eyes. You only see all of the wonderful things about them you glorify them to an extent. You were a living fantasy.

“Shit, need her so bad.” He mumbled as he stroked a bit faster. He visualized the way your breasts bounced in front of him as you rode his cock until he busted for you twice. And here he was again, about to come for you for the third time tonight. He loved the way you praised him when he was about to come for you and he recalled it now. He groaned as he basically heard your voice as if you were right there with him.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?”

“I’m going to make you come again, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Harry…Fuck yeah, daddy! Come for me.”

Harry’s eyes squeezed shut as his memories of your soft and sultry voice and tight, dripping little cunt milked the come out of him. He groaned as he felt it start to expand from his core and tickle down his legs and finally reach the tip of his cock. He let out the most lewd moan as he felt is start to erupt from his tip. His hips bucked up into his fist as his warm, milky sperm spurted out against his abs quite intensely a few times before it diminished and soon stopped. He gave himself a gentle squeeze before letting go and sighing in satisfaction. He was obsessed with you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. About when he’d see you next. But you were right, it couldn’t happen again. He was getting in too deep and the longer he let this go on the more painful it would be for everyone involved if it ever came to light.

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You had a short cry in the car on your way home because you were so fucking into Harry but you couldn’t fuck with his life anymore. Never did you think you’d be someone’s side piece, it shocked you! But Harry just understood your mind and body in ways that no one but you knew and it was so amazing to feel so understood. To feel in tune with someone, whether it be in the middle of a sexual experience or just while making conversation. That’s why it had been so hard to stay away. But you meant it this time. You couldn’t continue being his escape of whatever it was that he was missing in his relationship.

You hadn’t meant to offend him when suggesting he have a conversation about the sexual things in his relationship with his girlfriend. You just wanted him to be able to get what he needed from his relationship, that was the point wasn’t it? You were certain things were just fine in his relationship but when it comes to sex, “just fine” is a mere step up from “not good”. And when you and Harry got together everything flowed so perfectly that he was willing to be unfaithful just to have a taste of that.

What you two did was fuck really well. There wasn’t really any tenderness in those moments, you two just relished in the ecstasy that came with the lust and pleasure when you two got together. You were into the same things, you could push the limits of what was acceptable with him. It was so rare to find such a good match, but you were determined to stay true to your word because at the end of the day, no matter how good the sex and company were, he had someone else.

After a couple of days you got the courage to block his number. It was a temporary measure in case either of you slipped up in the near future because if he did just the right amount of groveling you’d give in far more easily than you cared to admit.

….TWO MONTHS LATER….

You had been doing really well after distancing yourself from Harry. You weren’t sure how long you’d need before you could see him without your pussy getting all puffy and sticky at the mere sight of him and the sound of his voice. In order to achieve this you’d also stopped frequenting the places where you knew he liked to go, so you hadn’t even seen him this entire time. You were proud of yourself for being able to quit him cold turkey so when one of your friends invited you out to Amante’s, a private club for the rich and famous (precisely the kind of place Harry went to when he wanted to be out of the house but not being lurked by admirers), you quickly disregarded the reluctance that initially arose. The odds of you running into him were quite low and you just needed the night out, especially after the grueling work week you’d had.

You got a bit dressed up, something short of cocktail attire, and then just added some eyeliner to darken up your makeup before rushing out of your town home. You got into your Uber and made your way to the club. Amante’s wasn’t a club to dance, it was more of a social club. There was a main bar with a large sitting room, some billiard, and karaoke rooms, and then a lovely patio area where they had a stove oven to bake fresh pizza’s. That’s usually where your friends hung out, out back and away from the older crowd. You were heading back, tucking away your member’s card when you heard your name.

“Y/N!” You glanced up and smiled brightly when you saw your friend, Goldie.

“G! Look at you!” You giggled happily, completely blown away by her gorgeous outfit.

“Thank you, thank you!” She grinned, “You’re looking lovely as well.” She complimented and you tutted, waving off the compliment. “I was just on my way to freshen up a bit. I know you’ve just arrived, but do you want to join?” She asked and you agreed and were easily swept away.

You too took the time to touch up your lipliner and lipstick, you were being cautious as Goldie re-glued one of her strip lashes that seemed to be needing more adhesive. After helping her fan it dry to a tacky consistency she placed it back on. You gave yourself a few more spritzes of perfume before you both headed out.

“So it is a big group?” You asked as you two weaved through the sitting room, locking eyes with a handsome man before exchanging a timid smile and continuing on.

“About eight of us.”

“Eight?” You asked in surprise. Your main group only consisted of six people.

“Yeah, Sam brought Tom and Harry with him.” She informed you. Suddenly, you felt the world come to a screeching halt. Just your fucking luck!

“Oh!” You exclaimed.

“You know them both already, right?” Goldie asked you.

“Oh yeah, I’ve met them before.” You assured and she nodded. She was saying something more but you genuinely couldn’t hear anything as you started to get trapped in your own head.

As soon as you stepped out though your hearing tuned back in and picked out Harry’s boisterous laughter over everyone else’s and you immediately felt your heart skip a beat. Your skin started to tingle, goosebumps breaking out over your arms the closer you got, and those tingles started to seep down into your guts. The butterflies of excitement and nervous were fluttering with reckless abandon in anticipation. Then, finally one of the servers slipped past you and opened up your field of vision to Harry, or his rather chiseled side profile. His hair was longer than you’d last seen him and his facial hair had come in nicely; if you concentrated a bit more you could practically feel it scratching at the delicate skin between your thighs as he worked his way up to your pu-

“Look who’s here!” Goldie announced with glee as you two reached the end of the table and everyone glanced over to her and then to you.

Harry’s gaze immediately found your own and his eyes raked down your body subtly. You ignored the intense heat of his eyes taking you in longingly and just waved at everyone and did a general greeting before taking your seat on the chair at the end. You were taking everyone in for a moment before picking up the drinks menu to gather yourself until you heard your name.

“Y/N, do you want to sit in the booth? It’s far more comfortable.” Harry spoke to you and you glanced up at him from the menu.

“I’m alright here. Thanks.” You offered a polite smile before looking away.

You knew full well that you weren’t ordering anything off of this specialty menu, you’d just get your usual Whiskey and soda water with a squeeze of lemon. You just needed a distraction while you composed yourself enough to look at him without picturing him in his full naked glory. It was tough and when you spared him a glance when he wasn’t looking his lips still quirked up to the left, carving his dimple into his cheek. It made you smile, but after that you just steered clear. No one knew that you and Harry were more familiar with each other than the times you’d been to his shows or seen him at your uncle’s things on occasion, so giving him any more attention would make everyone think you were flirting with a taken man. And speaking of…where was she? It didn’t take long for someone to bring her up and ask how he’d been coping with her gone for work.

“I’m good. I’ve always been big on having my own things to keep me occupied.” He said, “Then on the other hand I’m all alone in that big, old house all the time.” he announced and you reached for your drink and took it.

“You don’t get lonely?” Someone asked him.

“Not usually, but lately just a bit.” He said and his gaze flickered over to you, “Wouldn’t mind having some company when things feel a bit slow.” He confessed.

And with that, you excused yourself to the bathroom and rushed over there. You felt so stupid for getting worked up over what he was saying, but you knew exactly what he meant. You could perfectly envision him letting you into his house and immediately dropping to his knees as he got your pants off and just licked you out right there against the doorway. As soon as you got in the stall you grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and pulled your dress up a bit before slipping your hand down the front of your panties to soak up the arousal that had you all slicked up. Your clit was so sensitive that even when the wad of toilet paper skimmed over it as you retracted your hand, it made you bite down on your lip. For a moment you genuinely wished that Harry would burst through the door and lock it behind him so that he could take you then and there. It was a sinful thought and you were quite disappointed in yourself that all it took was being in his presence to have your resolve break down like this. Betrayed by your own body. Once you had washed your hands you beelined it for the bar and waited against the counter.

“What can I get for you, miss?”

“Just a shot of vodka.” You said, “Do you still carry the Kettle One grapefruit one?”

“We do.”

“That please. Chilled.”

“Right away.” The man smiled and you thanked him before he spun around to get what you wanted.

“Can I pick that up for you?” You heard from beside you and turned to see the handsome man that had made eyes at you when you first arrived.

“Oh no, that’s alright.”

“I insist. I was hoping to buy you a drink but seeing as you’re here with friends, I’m afraid this would be my only opportunity. I’m Eric.” He said extending his hand and you smiled.

“I’m Y/N. Lovely to meet you.”

“The pleasure is entirely mine. So what do you say? Can I at least get this for you?” He inquired once more and you nodded.

“Yeah, alright.” You agreed and he smiled, “Do you want one too? Some guy is paying.” You joked and he chuckled.

“Sure.”

“Alright. I can spare a bit of time.” You flirted and he called on the bartender and asked him for another.

Soon you had your shots before you and you were clinking the little shot glasses together before tossing them back. He scoffed afterwards and said it was awful and you did as well. You explained that the last time you had this specific vodka it may have been in a spritzer or shooter of sorts, not actually straight. So you guys laughed about that and chatted a little bit about yourselves. You exchanged social media profiles and while you mentioned to him that you weren’t interested in being involved with anyone at the moment, you assured him that if you changed your mind you would reach out. With that you headed back to the table and rolled your eyes as some of your friends whooped and yelped dramatically after someone else had seen you flirting up a storm inside.

“Man, I was never that bold when I was single!” your friend Paul smirked and you giggled.

“I wasn’t being bold, he was.”

“Is that all it takes now a days?”

“Sometimes.” You giggled and went back to your drink.

You felt a bit more relaxed now and well, Harry was pissed because he did not acknowledge you once for the rest of the night. Did it make you sad? Of course, but he had no right or reason to be upset at this and you figured that was his way of coping with that. After you had a second full drink your buzz started to come in. You were giggling at everything and getting all affectionate with Paul, who was on your left. He was gay, so you knew that he wouldn’t misinterpret it as you scooched closer and leaned against his shoulder. You had a slight moment of weakness and when you glanced at Harry he was already looking at you. You could feel the energy emanating from him. He looked kind of lost and sad. You had the urge to reach for him, but you couldn’t do that here. So instead you just offered him a small smile and his gaze softened a bit and then you looked away.

The rest of the time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were being dropped off in front of your house.

“Thank you so much for the ride. You are the best!” You praised Goldie with gratitude.

“Not a problem, darling!”

“Do you need water or to have a wee or anything?” You asked.

“I should be alright!” She giggled, “Thank you, though. We’ll see each other for Massimo’s birthday in a few, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You smiled and waved goodbye as she drove off. You then keyed your way inside and immediately shrugged your jacket off, the alcohol in your system had made you feel a bit warm. You were just about to get your shoes off when there were a few knocks on the door and you grinned.

“I knew she’d have to pee.” You said to yourself lowly and when you opened up the door you swore any drunken feeling evaporated from your system as his eyes met yours. “Harry, I don’t think that-”

You were cut off by his lips colliding with yours as he pushed you inside. You easily melted into it and sucked his plump bottom lip between your own lips. He groaned as his hands slide down to your backside, kneading it in his big warm hands. He started turning you around until your back collided with the door and he started to kiss down your neck. You were obsessed with the way his lips felt and with the way his scent enveloped you. You moaned as he you felt him start to suck at the base of your throat.

“N-no marks remember?” You panted as you scratched the back of his head gently.

“Mmm…don’t think anyone’ll be suspicious after you were flirting with that guy at the bar.” He mumbled before picking up where he left off. Your mouth parted as you moaned in slight pain at how hard he was sucking at you.

“Tsss…it hurts!” You winced.

“Good.” He mumbled before kissing over the mark. You loved when he did things to claim you, because outside of this you weren’t his to claim. He pecked your lips quickly as he pressed his forehead against yours, “You think about that next time before ghosting me for two months.” He lowly and you shook your head.

“It was for your own good.” You reminded.

“I think I can decide what’s good for me and what’s not.” He mumbled lowly as one of his hands came up and angled your face up towards his. The deep, magenta glow from the little sunset lamp in your entryway was making this moment feel like a drug-induced hallucination. Breathing his scent and air made you feel intoxicated. You were putty in his hands. “I’ve missed you so much, angel.” He said lowly. That’s when you realized that his other hand had slithered up your thigh, he was just an inch away from touching you where you needed him most.

“H, no. We shouldn’t.” You reasoned, but did absolutely nothing to push him away or stop his hand from slithering further up your thigh. You wanted him to keep going, but you shouldn’t.

“Tell me to stop then.” He responded huskily and you inhaled sharply as his fingers rubbed over your clothed slit. Your hand darted down and wrapped around his wrist and his eyes immediately softened, “Is that a stop?” He asked with slight concern and you shook your head.

“Harder.” You requested. He groaned and added more pressure, his finger dipping into your crease and colliding with your clit. He felt as the tension just melted off of your body and the soft moan that slipped past your lips made him grin.

“Is that good, angel?” He asked and you nodded and whimpered as he went a bit faster. “You’ve been wet for a while, hmmm?”

“Yes.” You smiled, “Since I saw you.” You confessed and he giggled.

“Yeah?” He asked, fully amused at learning this.

“Yeah.” You nodded, still smiling cheek to cheek.

“For real?” He asked lowly, more vulnerably. His eyes bore into yours and you nodded again, not breaking eye contact with him. “That’s fucking hot.” He groaned before kissing your sloppily.

It was all tongues and teeth colliding, there was just so much urgency that it didn’t even matter if you were kissing at the same pace, you just wanted to be against him. One of your hands reached down to feel the sizable bulge in his pants. You were obsessed with how big his dick got. He stretched you out so good, you got wetter in anticipation. He groaned in satisfaction as you rubbed over him with more pressure, really letting the heel of your palm press against the head of his cock.

“Harry?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Please fuck me.” You panted against his lips and he nodded.

“Yeah, baby. Want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you.” He muttered against your lips before pulling you off towards your bedroom.

“Wait, wait! My shoes! Let me get ‘em off!” You giggled and he groaned and knelt down. You bit your lip and smiled down at him as you placed your foot on his thigh. He kissed your knee as his fingers undid the straps of your high heel.

“Next one.” He hummed and you switched legs. “There you are, now lets get to it.” He smiled and you pulled him to your bedroom swiftly.

As soon as you got in you reached across your body to pull down your dress’ zipper. About halfway down, Harry’s hands slid the straps down your shoulders and then slid under your arms to grab your breasts. He squeezed them as his lips traveled up your neck.

“Fuck, I missed these.” He hummed and you bit your lip and whined as he gently pinched your nipples down between his thumbs and index fingers. He pressed a bit harder until you gasped and he eased up. “Again?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please, again.” You confirmed.

This was one of the reasons Harry loved sleeping with you. Little things like this, where he was a bit more aggressive and pushed the limits with you. You leaned into it, you loved the bite of pain. You loved feeling pushed to the edge and giving him complete free reign to do with you as he pleased, you’d set some boundaries before but there were very few. And well, he enjoyed taking you there. It’s what he was missing, he figured it out after not having you for two months.

Things weren’t bad in his relationship but they were rather tame. He loved having slow, meaningful sex but he also loved having horny, kinky, and primal sex where he could fulfill his urges however he pleased. That wasn’t really the kind of person his partner was, to be fair she had tried but she just couldn’t get into it. And well, knowing you were of that persuasion, it just became easiest to seek you out for it. But he didn’t expect to get whipped after a couple times. It was bad, he had been struggling without you. And thank whatever higher power there was that your paths coincided tonight because he really just needed to see you. Even if nothing had come of it, at least he got to be around you and feel excited again. That very spark of excitement being relit was the thing that persuaded him to show up at your door and he was so glad he had.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hummed as he glanced down at your body. “So fucking perfect. And so good for me.” He goaded you on. You loved how he spoke to you when you fucked, “Always so fucking good. Aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whined and he groaned. Just hearing you call him that again had clouded his judgement completely and the rational part of himself evaporated into thin air.

In moments Harry was urging you to get into bed while he quickly undressed himself. You were nestling yourself into the pillows when he climbed on. You parted your legs to allow him to rest himself over your body and as he settled over you he kissed you deeply. You were aching to feel his cock stretching you open and filling you up with each inch of it that sunk inside of you. You were longing to feel the satisfaction that came with sleeping with him and only him. It was dangerous, like a drug.

Harry kissed your lips once more before pressing himself up, “Gonna get a taste of you first.” He said to you and you bit your lip in excitement.

You stayed perfectly still as Harry kissed down your chest and stomach, then skipped down to your thighs and nipped and kissed and sucked his way up until he was pressing kisses over your labia. He loved feeling the wetness seeping out from between your lips, he loved how wet and horny you got for him. So without any further delays he nuzzled in and lapped at your achey little hole, dipping his tongue in until you were grinding into his face and gasping as his nose kept nudging against your clit. He was trying not to, but he was smiling so big, it was getting hard to keep doing what he was doing. But he was absolutely blissed out over getting to savor you once again.

“Oh fuck…” you mewled, “My clit! Suck my clit!” You whined and he groaned as he glided his mouth further up to get to your clit. His mustache pricked at your hypersensitive skin and it made you weak in the knees. You loved the contrast of his smooth lips and tongue in comparison to the roughness of his facial hair scratching over your skin. Once he felt the reached the raised little bump, Harry parted his lips to suck and flick his tongue at the sensitive little bundle until you started to writhe your hips.

Your moans became more consistent and then he pressed his middle finger into you. You gasped as he hooked it up, right into your g-spot. Your abs immediately started to tense as he played your body with an absolutely lethal level of lust-driven determination. He wanted to make you come. The final nail in the coffin was when he plunged a second finger in. The soft smacks of his fingers thrusting in and out of you were getting louder the closer you got to your orgasm. His moans of enjoyment and your praises of gratitude to him joined the chorus of things pushing you right to the edge. And just like that you were coming undone around his fingers.

“Fuck, that’s it, angel.” He chuckled against you, kissing at your clit lightly until he had worked you through it all the way.

Harry kissed up your body with lust and what felt like relief. And when he was back up at your face he went in for a sultry kiss, tongue first. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue and felt his hands rub up and down your inner thighs while his heavy erection bobbed up and down in the small space between your bodies. You just wanted him so badly, you raised your hips up to get his tip against your folds and hopefully your clit. He adjusted a bit until his tip kissed your clit as you’d been hoping. You whimpered and he bit his lip at the soft whimpers escaping from your throat as his cock kept bumping into your clit at the perfect pace. He was trying to not make too much of it because if he thought about it too much he’d come like this with ease. And while it was very tempting to do so if only to see your pussy glazed over with his cum, he needed to feel you. He wanted to be buried deep in the person he’d been missing and thinking about all this time when he finally came.

“Please, H. Put it in!” You begged and he groaned as he angled himself down and to your entrance. He gently nudged against it, he’d have to assist a bit to push it inside.

“You’re still on the pill?” He asked as he glanced up at you and your expression fell a bit as your eyes met.

“No, I stopped it last month.” And then you cocked your head towards the adjoining bathroom, “I have condoms somewhere in there though.” You offered because he had always insisted on protection. But this time he bit his lip pensively.

“Ca-can I…pull out?” He asked and your eyes widened and dazzled a bit upon hearing his request. You’d never gone bare before, it was one of the things you’d agreed on every time you’d meet up. Of course, for your own sexual health, but largely because he was still sleeping with a long term partner who wasn’t aware that he had another sexual partner. Truly, the least you two could do was use condoms.

“Ummm, a-are you sure?” You asked him.

“Yeah angel, I’m absolutely sure.” You looked a bit skeptical, “M’sure.” He insisted with a nod, “I need t’feel you.” He admitted lowly as his eyes glanced up to yours. He looked uncertain of having shared that with you but you could also see the urgency in them. Your lips twitched up in a small smile.

“Okay.” You agreed and he smiled down at you as he started to guide himself down to your entrance.

When his tip finally met with your entrance and he started to press in you sighed in relief. You had slept with someone else shortly after the last time with Harry, so it had been a while for you and you were aching to feel the stretch as your body adjusted and accommodated to his size.

“Ready?” He asked and you nodded eagerly.

“I’m so ready.” You responded, nearly breathless and with that he surged forward with enough force to sink inside, “Oh fuuuuck…” You moaned, eyes squeezing shut the second your muscles relaxed enough to allow him to sink in about halfway.

Harry moaned in relief as well, but his eyes were fixed on the place where your bodies were connected. He loved to see you stretched out around him, he marveled at the way he fit inside of you. Without a warning he reared back and you whined. He smirked smugly and glanced up at you before thrusting back into you. You moaned as your gazes locked once again.

“Can you take it all with the next one?” He asked and you nodded once, “You sure?”

“Yeah, m’sure. Please, H.” You whined softly. With that he pulled back again and thrust inside with a bit more strength and then he actually shifted his hips down causing your legs to fall open even more as you opened right up for him. “Oh shit!” You gasped in surprise when his cock went as deep as it could. It felt like he was in your stomach.

“Relax f’me, angel.” He encouraged you and when you did and he ground into you, his tip just barely grazed your cervix. The small, but dull ache told you that’s where he was. “Can I move?”

“Please move.” You giggled breathlessly and he smiled before pulling out and gliding back in with ease. You were even more wet now with his thrusts. Your body was practically singing for him and the way it felt to be connecting with him this way after all of this time.

Your hands ran up and down the hot and smooth skin of his back and arms. You didn’t know how much you missed the feeling of the bulging muscles in his back and arms working hard to make you feel good. He was so strong, it made you even hornier as you brought a hand over his chest to feel his bulging pectorals. He smiled and knelt up, spreading your legs even more as he watched with lustful eyes as his cock glided in and out of you with ease.

“Fuck, you take it so well.” He grunted through his thrusts before grabbing your left breast in his hand. He groped and squeezed at it and your nipple, causing your back to arch up with his tugs as you gasped and moaned. “Too much?” He asked when you winced and you shook your head.

“It’s good! It’s so fucking good!” You mewled.

Harry was obsessed with how perfect you looked beneath him. Gorgeous face, tits bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusts. Your warm and inviting little hole taking his cock as well as he remembered. For a while there at Amante’s he was worried that you’d leave with that handsome guy who was entertaining you at the bar and boy, did his blood boil. He wasn’t going to act on his need for you until he saw that. At the very least, the man had gotten your socials and he’d be a fool to not shoot his shot with you. But that’s why he ended up at your doorstep, he wanted to be fresh on your mind if you decided to try your luck with someone else. He knew it was messy and even toxic of him to do this, but he wanted you to compare. He wanted you to obsess and lose sleep over him the way he did over you.

“Damn, look at you.” He sighed with a slight smirk, “You were being so good, weren’t you? Keeping your promise and staying away, but look at you now.” He pointed out, “All it took was seeing me once for you to spread your legs for me.” He said smugly and you moaned, “You’re right back where you started, angel. My needy, cock-hungry, little slut.” He teased and degraded you just how you loved, it was pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

Your walls tightened up around him, squeezing him tight. You enjoyed this. This was the side of him that he saved for you. The side of him that his girlfriend didn’t like and couldn’t handle. You loved how he mocked you and made you feel so weak and fickle. You’d spent most of your life being strong, being the rock, it was good to be able to not be that person. To give in to your recklessness and your humanity in a safe space with a person who not only cared for you, but fucked you so good you could detach from reality and just enjoy being taken care of.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” You gasped when he ground deep into you while rubbing over your clit.

The pleasure started to expand from deep in your core and to the rest of your body. Your walls were fluttering around his cock erratically, without your influence. His deep moans in response had your skin covered in goosebumps. And as the feeling made it down your legs, you writhed beneath him, whining and whimpering as you got closer and closer. Your brain was starting to shut off and your eyes to glaze over as you succumbed to the pleasure possessing your body. When your ears started to ring you knew you were about to come. You were smiling in satisfaction as the moans flowed from your mouth, limbs feeling like jell-o.

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna come!” You gasped, “Please, let me come!” You asked for permission. You always had to ask the first time.

“Go on, angel. Give it t’me, come for me.” He granted you the permission and immediately your body went tense.

Your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack as all of those wonderful, tingling feelings rippled from your core and out to the rest of your body. It felt like your veins were pumping fire through you. You were desperately grinding up to meet his own thrusts, not able to get enough of him even now as you creamed all over his cock. Harry leaned down to hover over you again, breathing in your exhales, letting his own pleasure reach its own pinnacle. He had every intention of pulling out, but seeing you there beneath him so fucking perfect and fucked out because of him, plus the underlying jealously he was still feeling that led him to your bed, he just couldn’t stop. His thrusts grew erratic and his hands found yours, he pressed them into the mattress as he interlocked your fingers. The look in his eyes tipped you off that his resolve was breaking.

“H-Harry, pull out!” You stammered out the reminder as his brows furrowed and he shook his head. His thrusts slowed but he fucked into your harder until he sunk into you as deep as he could. “Oh fuck!” You whined.

“Fuuuuck…” he moaned deeply as his eyes squeezed shut and then pressed his forehead into yours as he ignored your reminder and started to come inside of you. He needed to and in that moment had no interest in sticking to his own rule.

You could feel the dramatic pulses and twitches of his cock as your snug, warm walls milked the cum out of him. Just feeling it filling you up like this was working you up all over again. Harry groaned and moaned through his orgasm, enjoying it for as long as he could. He had no idea if you’d be angry with him when he took your face in again, but he was glad he did it. He needed to do it. He could feel you trying to free up your hands, so he let them go. He was mentally preparing to feel you pushing him off of you in a completely appropriate fit of rage. But instead you just ran your fingers up the back of his neck and gently scratched at the back of his head. You smiled a bit as you felt his body relax and melt against yours before you giggled.

“You’re reckless and stupid for that.” You chastised him before kissing the side of his face and he just smiled.

“I’ll make sure to get a pill to you in the morning.” He mumbled, “Sorry, I just…something came over me.” He muttered.

“It’s alright.” You assured him, “I like it.” You admitted timidly and he smiled.

“Yeah? Sure?”

“Yes.” You reiterated and he smiled.

You just lay in silence for a little bit, recouping from the intense sex you’d just had. You were enjoying his warmth and the weight of him over you as much as possible before he made his swift exit. But his breaths were getting more and more shallow and he was melting against you further and further.

Suddenly he pushed up a bit until his eyes were meeting yours, “I’m sorry for doing that without asking. I should’ve asked.” He said softly, suddenly feeling really bad and guilty for coming inside of you like that. He had never pushed the limit like that before and was worried that you were just downplaying it.

“Yes, you should’ve but I’m not upset that you didn’t. I ummm…I like that quite a bit.” You admitted bashfully, “Though, I’m…surprised you went through with it, but definitely not upset at you for it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You confirmed.

“Can I stay?” He asked after a moment of silence and you bit your lip, feeling so hesitant to allow it.

“Why?” You asked.

“I’m fucking tired.” He said and you smiled, “But mostly because…I don’t want to be in the house alone for another night.” He admitted. You gave it a thought for a moment before agreeing.

“Just this once.” You decided and he thanked you with a gentle kiss to your lips before warning you that he was going to pull out.

You two got cleaned up and then back into bed. You had gotten in first and had turned on your side, facing away from him to give him both, space and privacy. Moments later you felt the bed dip and the last thing you expected was for Harry to continue scooting in until his front was flush with your back. But when he tried to drape his arm over your midsection you sat up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat up as well and you switched on the beside lamp and turned to him.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Nothing, just getting comfortable to sleep.”

“Why do you think I moved all the way over here? To give you space.” You said with a shake of your head.

“Oh, you’re not a cuddler?” He asked.

“Oh no, I can be but we don’t do this kind of thing.” You explained.

“Well what if I want to?” He asked.

“Then maybe you should go sleep in your own house.” You said and he sighed, “It’s not that I don’t want to but…I like you Harry and I don’t want to start to not like you.” You explained and he pouted.

“How do you mean?”

“If we…blur more lines than we already have then things can only get more complicated between us and end badly. I care about you too much to let that happen. It’s why I blocked you and why I stayed away from you this whole time.” You explained.

“You’re right.” He nodded, “I shouldn’t have shown up like this tonight. It was hard, being away from you but I was doing it.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, “So, if you want to stay here tonight, then we stay on our own sides of the bed. And this is the only time it can happen.”

“Okay.” He agreed with ease and you smiled.

“Good.” You concluded and turned to switch off the light while Harry shuffled back over to make more space. Once again, the two of you were shrouded in the dark with more space between the two of you.

“Is this also the last time we sleep together?” He asked into the darkness.

“I think so.” You said with a bit of uncertainty.

And well, Harry was glad you were feeling hesitant about it, you two were quite great together. He could just end his relationship, but he didn’t feel like “the sex could be better” was really a good enough reason. Apart from things being a little bit slow in that department he would say that his relationship was good. He was happy. There was good give and take from both of them. He could see this panning out for the long haul if he really prioritized the relationship. He didn’t feel quite ready to be making those moves though. Maybe that’s why he was still clinging to you. You sparked up a part of him that made his life feel unpredictable and exciting. You were more open and freewheeling. You were just fun, whereas his girlfriend was exactly as she seemed, a calm and sweet spirit. It certainly paired well with the side of him that liked to slow down, the side of him that he wanted to be in tune with after a large world tour. That’s why he’d settled in so easily.

But you…you were something else. Even though he tended to be a little more on the quiet side, when you were around you made him feel just as included as the person who was the extrovert of the group. You connected with the cheeky and mischievous side of him. You made him laugh and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You were like that first taste of coffee in the morning. The very same one that gave you the feeling that were awake now and made you feel ready to face whatever came at you that day. You were incredibly unforgettable. Since the first time he’d met you, you’d constantly come up in his thoughts. The fact that he was friends with your uncle might’ve aided with that, but only by tiniest bit. The feeling that swirled in his gut and chest the very first time he locked eyes with you last summer, that’s what kept him coming back. Because even to this day, whenever he had the privilege of being in your presence, he’d feel the exact same thing. It’s like when you looked at him everything stopped. There was goodness, authenticity, and mischief in your gaze. He loved to be on the receiving end of your undivided attention. Even now, as he just laid here silently, ruminating and obsessing over all of this, he could feel that you were looking in his direction now and after a few second he felt you turn away.

You turned your head forward again and just stared up at the ceiling and sighed. “Are you upset?” You asked him softly.

“Yes and no.” he responded. You bit your lip as your fingers twitched a bit as you fought from reaching out towards his hand. But after a few seconds you just slid your hand over. When Harry felt your fingers grazing his hand he turned it palm up and let you slide your fingers into the gaps between his.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, angel.” He whispered back. You two fell silent for a bit before you spoke up again.

“You know, maybe it’s a good thing I’m only your side piece. If I had you to myself I’m afraid we’d never do anything productive again.” You pondered aloud and he snorted out a laugh, causing you to giggle.

“Fucking like bunnies is actually very productive.” He added and you sputtered out a laugh.

“We wouldn’t just fuck! We’d share other hobbies.” You reminded.

“Fellatio and cunnilingus.” He mumbled before you both started sniggering again.

“I was going to say anal play but that too I guess.” You muttered and he chuckled and squeezed your hand a bit.

“Cheeky girl.” He mumbled through his laugh.

You were fighting with all your might not to just roll over and onto him and kiss him. You liked him so fucking much, but this was wrong. You weren’t that kind of girl and he wasn’t that kind of guy. It was crazy how with the right person at your side you could and would do just about anything. You laid there thinking about it all for a few seconds and very quickly concluded that maybe one more time couldn’t hurt.

In just a few moments you were straddling Harry’s lap and leaning down to kiss him. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down into him. You sighed in relief as your lips collided. Your hand was on his jaw, holding him close as you smooched his lips wetly a couple of times before he drew out his tongue and laved over your bottom lip. Your mouths soon started smacking together softly as you French kissed passionately. You could feel his boner growing beneath you and you couldn’t help yourself as you ground down onto him. His hands came down to your ass and squeezed at it, pulling you down onto him a bit harder. You moaned as his rock hard cock rubbed into your clit and you sped up your pace.

“Fuck me.” Harry mumbled his request as he gently spanked your bottom.

“Yeah?” You panted as you slowed down.

“Yeah, get my dick out.” He instructed. You slid down his thigh and tugged his briefs down carefully, allowing his cock to spring right up. He sighed in relief and you suddenly had a need to feel his weight on your tongue. You slid the rest of the way down, parting his legs as you got lower and lower until your mouth was over his cock. You guided him into your mouth, immediately sucking at his tip fervently as he moaned and rubbed over your cheek.

“Take more, angel. Take more.” He urged you. You did so without hesitation, relaxing your jaw and throat as you sunk further down. He was quite the mouthful, so there was no way of doing this neatly. It was sloppy and needy and you were enjoying it as much as he was “Fuck, that’s good, baby.” He groaned, brows creased in pleasure as you started to fondle his balls as well. His abs were starting to tense and his breathing to grow shallow. “Angel, get on me. Please, m’so fucking close.” He begged and you slowly pulled off of him.

You glanced up at him and smiled as you moved back up and knelt over him. You moved your panties to the side and he quickly reached for his cock and held it up for you. You shifted your hips a bit when you felt him up against your labia and in moments you were sinking down onto him slowly. You both moaned in relief before you went a bit further and stopped. You were getting used to his girth before sliding down a little bit more, until finally you were seated on him fully.

“Fuck, it’s so big…” you winced as you bounced over his cock.

“I know, baby, but you take it so well. Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good.” He groaned.

One of his big hands was holding your hips, guiding you up and down, helping you through the motions. His other hand was rubbing your clit in perfectly timed little circles. With his cock prodding right into your sweet spot and his fingers rubbing over your clit, you were quickly reaching your climax. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as you took everything in. The sensations of fucking him, of his hands on your body. The sounds of your ass smacking into his thighs with every bounce over him and your soft grunts and his moans all got you closer and closer to your orgasm. The coil of pleasure that seemed to be winding up inside of you was about to spring free. You were starting to tingle all over, your moans were increasing in pitch the closer and closer you got.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck, I’m coming!” You gasped and he groaned as he felt your walls pulsing erratically around his cock. You started to lose your rhythm as you came all over him.

“Fuck! Fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” He warned as he started to thrust up into you hard to get himself to his orgasm and you all the way through yours. He was hammering into your g-spot and you were once again being pushed to the edge. You moaned his name in gratitude and praise as he fucked you through another orgasm. Harry held your hip with one hand while the other grabbed around your neck gently and tugged you down until you were moaning into his mouth. “Good girl.” He panted and kissed you quickly, “M’gonna come in you.” He panted and you groaned as he held you down hard, “Shit, angel? Know you want me to fuck another load into your perfect, little pussy.” He panted and you nodded, “Ask for it, then.” He said and you whined but parted your lips to speak anyway.

“Please come inside me, daddy! Please!” You implored, “I need t’feel you filling me up, H. Please!”

How could he resist that? He grunted deeply through a handful of thrusts before gabbing your hips hard and holding you down onto his lap as he thrusted up as deep as he could and ground up into your pelvis. You were trembling over him, legs feeling like jell-o as he shot his load deep into you. You could feel the warmth of it filling you up and it was making your brain start to fog. You leaned down and kissed him gently again. His grip on your hips started to loosen up and soon his hands were gently sliding up to your waist and wrapping around you, pulling you down over him as you continued kissing hungrily as you came down from your orgasms. You were both struggling to breathe but neither of you wanted to pull away. Pulling away only meant that this would end and neither of you was quite ready for it to be over. You stayed like that, kissing and cock warming until he completely softened up and started to slip from you.

“Harry, Harry!” You giggled against his lips, “I need to clean up before I get your cum all over my sheets.” You warned and he groaned and kissed you once more.

“Alright, go on.” He said lowly, voice deep and gravely due to how late it was. You tightened up as you knelt up and scurried to the bathroom. You sat on the toilet and let his cum leak out of you before letting yourself pee. You were just sliding your panties back on when Harry peaked in. “May I?”

“Yeah.” You nodded and moved to wash your hands.

“M’gonna steal a few wipes.” He said and you nodded.

“Yeah, whatever you need.” You assured and hurried out to just check you hadn’t stained the bed. Thankfully you hadn’t and just as you were about to turn out the lights Harry emerged from the bathroom. He hurried back and settled in and then you turned off the lights. You both got comfortable again, only this time you were resting shoulder to shoulder, not minding the proximity. You fell quiet for a bit until Harry cleared his throat.

“Are you going to go out with that guy from Amante?” He asked and you sighed.

“I think so…it’d be a good distraction.” You mumbled tiredly.

“Yeah, maybe.” He responded. “If it pans out, maybe we can all go on a double date.” He joked and you snorted and reached over to smack his tummy gently as he chuckled.

“That’d be so fucked up.” You chuckled.

“I know it might be weird, but can we still be friends?” He asked,

“We’re always friends.”

“Then don’t block me this time.” He said and you smiled.

“Then don’t call me when you’re bored and horny.” You quipped back and he chuckled.

“Deal.” He hummed and you nudged your shoulder into his playfully and he nudged you back. You guys talked about random things until you dozed off side by side.

When you woke up the next morning, already later in the morning, you were alone but Harry had left a morning after pill on your bedside table with a glass of water, just as he’d promised.

….One Month Later….

It’d been a while since you’d crossed paths with Harry. He’d been out of the country doing his things, visiting his girlfriend, and friends in other places…really just carrying on as normal. But him being out of the country provided you the opportunity to start to go out with others as you intended. Not that you couldn’t do those things with him in the country, but knowing that he was off and with his girlfriend gallivanting around the globe made the fact clear that whatever you two had was definitely over.

You’d gone out with Eric, the guy you met at the bar at Amante’s, twice. And while he was fun to talk to, it just wasn’t that strong of a romantic connection. He was nice and smart and very respectful, but he was looking for something that would turn serious quickly. You learned he had two kids and was divorced due to irreconcilable differences and he hoped that the person he dated could also bond with his children. You weren’t ready to have anything to do with children, especially in the capacity of a caregiver, and because of that things didn’t pan out.

You were doing well enough for anyone in your position though. You sort of threw yourself into your work for a bit, which had paid off for you since you’d been very busy. You were relieved that things seemed to be taking off for Harry, it made you feel like maybe he was working everything out with his girlfriend. Or perhaps he was just accepting the fact that if he wanted a future with her that he’d have to compromise on some things. And that’s where you differed from him.

You knew what you brought to the table and you also knew what you wanted. You didn’t think you were unreasonable in what you wanted from a partner, but your slim pickings made you think otherwise at times. You weren’t afraid of being alone, you had been alone for most of your life, save for a couple unsuccessful romantic relationships. Your companionship needs were mostly met through the close relationships you had with your friends. And when you had other physical needs that you couldn’t meet yourself, well you hooked up. It worked for you, you were still happy and quite frankly weren’t in a rush, you just wanted to enjoy your life and your youth. And if a like-minded partner came along, then great! But that didn’t mean that other people believed that you were happy with your current life path. So, when you had family things to attend you always sought out a date.

“If anyone asks you how long we’ve been together say we met a couple months ago.” You instructed as you came to a stop behind the small queue of cars outside of your uncle Rob’s home.

“Got it.” Joe, your date for the night, chuckled.

“Also, there might be a lot of famous people here so just try and be as collected as possible. Most of them are super fucking nice, but they just get weird if you start talking about their work.” You added and he nodded.

“Got it.” He confirmed. Soon enough you were getting out of the car and leaving it with the valet and you guided Joe to the side gate where everyone was entering.

It was your aunt’s birthday and she was having a big party. There wasn’t much decor apart from flowers and balloons but there were tables placed throughout the back lawn where everyone was eating from the couple of food trucks that were hired to cater. There was also a live band and the in-ground pool had been covered and turned into a dance floor. You immediately recognized a couple of people as you made it inside and greeted them with warmth and affection before introducing Joe. Of course he was bombarded with questions and you had told him before to just make things up and you’d play along. Based on what he was saying now, you two had met when you both rushed into a cab on a rainy night in the spring. He was animatedly telling the story and his audience of two were extremely captivated by his story, looking at him with adoration at his romantic tale.

You were giggling quietly, surveying the tables and queue formed at the bar to scope out your parents when suddenly your eyes locked on Harry’s. He smiled slightly at you and you returned his friendly gesture. It wasn’t hard to miss the girlfriend he had his arm draped over. You watched in amusement as clearly, the person they were talking to had directed a question at him, but he was too busy staring at you. You saw her slightly turn back to him and grab his attention. He was just a little flustered and shook it off with a little laugh as he turned back to the conversation. You smirked and right before you turned your attention back to Joe, she turned in your direction and almost immediately locked gazes with you. You offered a smile and while she returned a rather stiff smile, you didn’t miss the way she quickly eyed you up and down before turning her attention back to the other guest.

*************

Obviously, a lot of people wanted a moment of his time at this party, so it had been nearly half an hour before he had been able to go up and grab some food at the Indian food truck. He was just waiting off to the side, discretely scanning the crowd, hoping to spot you again, when his girlfriend grabbed his attention.

“H?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Who was that girl from before?”

“What girl?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Of course, he was playing dumb, trying to make light of it to pull away any suspicion or probing. He hadn’t spoken to you in months! Whatever sporadic flings you had in the past had stayed there. However, seeing you again had him feeling on his toes. He had hoped you’d be here tonight, if only just to get a look at you. Seeing you on social media was fine, but nothing beat having you there in the flesh. Getting to see what you wore, how you’d done your hair and make up, getting to hear your voice, and then letting all those things influence his wild and incredibly vivid imagination was something he had been looking forward to.

“The one that distracted you when we were talking to Ralph.” She reminded.

“Oh, her?” He chuckled, “That’s Rob’s niece, we’re friends. I’m sure you’ve met her before.”

“I don’t think so…I’ve seen her around though.”

“You didn’t meet her at the Reggio show, last year?”

“Nope, was never introduced.”

“Oh well, if we spot her again we can say hello.” He smiled and she nodded before biting on her lip for a moment as she glanced around, trying to find you in the crowd again.

Finally, she spotted you and just stared for a little bit. She saw how you seemed to know everyone and how you just seemed to light up the conversations of the people you were engaging with. Even the man on your arm was captivated. She was a little more on the shy side, especially since she didn’t know a lot of people here. And she couldn’t help but feel a little put off the more she observed you from afar. It seemed that you were completely over the top, possibly an ass-kisser. Just another one of those opportunistic nepo industry plants, greasing the wheels at any opportunity you’d get and this was the perfect place to do that. She hoped that your paths wouldn’t cross tonight, she wasn’t in the mood to feign interest in someone who could possibly be using Harry to get her foot in the door.

************

The night had been unexpectedly fun for you, Joe was a hoot. And although you’d been planning on just dropping him off at home at the end of the night, the way he was handling all of these people had you seriously considering spending the night with him. You’d run into a lot of people you hadn’t seen in a long while, caught up with your parents and other family members, and introduced them to Joe. You’d danced, shared some food with him, and on top of that, you had been actively avoiding a run in with Harry and his girlfriend like it was your life’s mission. You hadn’t run into him yet, so you drank a little more, let loose, and right as you settled into that lovely, carefree, and vulnerable place in the bosom of your buzz you spotted him coming through the crowd. Once again your eyes locked and his smile brightened.

“Y/N!” He called out to you and you smiled and raised your hand from around Joe’s shoulder to wave at him. You saw him pulling his girlfriend along behind him as he approached.

“Harry! Hi!” You greeted with excitement and started to stand. Now that you had a good dosage of alcohol in your system you were less nervous about seeing him. But as the pair got closer you noticed a slight jerk of his arm and realized that he was trying release his hand from hers but she wasn’t letting him go. But after another tug he was free and hurrying ahead and then his body collided with yours in a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you.” He hummed as he swayed your bodies a little bit for a few seconds. Your hand rubbed at his back, right between his shoulder blades a couple of times before you started to pull back. He wasn’t letting go though.

“H, let go.” You whispered discretely and he immediately loosened his grip before he twirled around to grab his girlfriend’s hand again and you turned to see Joe already standing.

“Love, this is my friend, Y/N.” Harry introduced you to her as soon as you turned around again.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You greeted her with a smile and extended hand. She returned the pleasantry and you proceeded to introduce Joe, “This Joe, my date.” You shared with them and Harry was quick to reach his hand out and greet him. When Joe then turned his attention to Harry’s girlfriend, you saw Harry size him up a bit and you smiled.

“-do you guys want to sit?” Is what you heard Joe ask and Harry immediately accepted and you saw his girlfriend’s face fall a bit before she put on a smile and sat as Harry pulled a chair out for her.

It was all small talk at first, but his girlfriend soon saw that you weren’t being fake. Even as you talked about the most mundane things, you were positive and funny and engaging. It genuinely got under her skin that she was wrong about you, but you were just fun and good at being outgoing. It kind of made her blood boil because you weren’t even dressed all flashy to get attention, it just came to you from everyone, including Harry. She was more than relieved though when Harry asked how it was that you and Joe met. Joe turned to you and you just smiled and nodded, allowing him to take over and share that. She just didn’t want to hear your voice anymore, it was pissing her off.

So when Joe went off on his story-telling tangent about how you’d met at a cat adoption fair and were fighting for the same one, she just focused on that. Meanwhile, Harry stole a quick glance at you because he knew it was absolute bullshit. You really disliked cats, something to do with there only being room for one sassy ass-hole in your household.

“-and in the end I got the cat and the girl so…win, win.” He smirked at you as he finished his story and you giggled.

“Lucky you.” You hummed with adoration in your gaze.

Despite all of that bullshit, the way you were looking into Joe’s eyes was as real as it got. Harry couldn’t help but feel his insides knotting up with jealously as he felt the tension between the two of you and saw that there was sufficient attraction there. His girlfriend didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched for a few seconds before he reached for his drink.

“So what did you say you did for work?” His girlfriend asked you.

“Oh, I dabble in several things in the music industry, just kind of float about.” You gave her the short answer. It was the truth, you did a lot of things! You were a studio musician, you engineered, you composed, you assisted production and when you went off on that in specifics you found that you had to explain a lot and you were a little too buzzed for that right now so you kept it very surface level.

“Mmm…I’m sure your uncle can help you get on your feet and connect with the right people to develop your skills if you’re still, you know trying to figure out what you're good at or find something more…established.” She said with a polite smile, but her tone and the look in her eyes made you read between the lines. You were about to respond and just agree with the evidently irritated woman before you when Harry turned to her.

“Actually, Y/N is a very accomplished musician by her own right.” Harry cut in and when she turned to him you just shook your head, asking him not to engage or jump in to try and defend you. You were used to these kinds of comments by now, but he ignored your cue. “She plays like five different instruments and often plays in and edits for film scores. Weren’t you the second chair cellist in the philharmonic orchestra right out of college?” He asked and you just smiled politely.

“That was a long time ago.” You added, trying to make him get the hint to stop. “She’s right though, I’ve been more interested in the composition and production side of things lately, so my uncle has introduced me to a few colleagues to help me learn the more practical side of that. Having a degree in it can only get you so far.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t like give you jobs just because you're his niece.” Harry said, cutting straight to the point of what his girlfriend had been suggesting.

“Well, no, I certainly need to earn those by my own merits.” You chuckled, “But I mean, like anything in the entertainment industry, it’s nearly impossible to get into without some sort of internal connections.” You confirmed what she'd alluded to with a smile.

“Or without having the potential to be an absolute legend.” Joe added as he gestured towards Harry, who chuckled and glanced down at his hands on the table with a modest shake of his head.

“Exactly. Whatever you have is so special. It’s brilliant that you’re modest about it, because truly some people aren’t.” You added, “But I mean, we all know you’re one in a million, H.” You chuckled and he glanced up at you.

“Well, thank you for thinking that.” He said bashfully and you smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled.

After that, things got a little awkward with his girlfriend. So you tried to talk about her and what she had going on but she seemed to be quite shut down and the topic shifted to Joe and what he did. He was a sociology professor at the University of West London, so he had a lot to say if you guys kept talking about him. However, it wasn’t hard to miss that she was clearly upset at Harry. She even seemed annoyed when he draped his jacket over her shoulders as a cool breeze started to blow around you all. Just as things started to get unbearably weird the music stopped.

“Everyone, if we can gather on the dance floor, we’re going to sing “Happy Birthday” in just a few moments!” Your uncle announced. You were so grateful for this divinely timed interruption.

“Yay! Time for cake!” You said with excitement and shot out of your seat. Harry and his girlfriend stood as well and he watched as Joe chuckled at you and shrugged off his own jacket. He quietly asked if you were cold, “I’m alright, quite warm from the alcohol.” You assured him, so he just draped it over the chair.

You two waited for Harry and his girlfriend before making your way over to the dance floor with everyone else. It started to fill up and before long you all started to sing along to the band playing the “Happy Birthday” tune. You and Harry were standing beside each other and in your state, you were having a hard time ignoring your desire to nestle into his side and inhale his cologne. He looked so fucking good. Yes, Joe was a proper hottie, but Harry was Harry. You were drawn to him and he to you, you were magnetic.

You were starting to realize that it didn’t matter how much time or distance you two let pass by, you were drawn to each other. And when you saw each other again you had to be near him and you loved that it felt like no time had passed at all. Your connection transcended time and distance and that terrified you, because you were starting to realize that if he wanted to string you along as his side piece for the rest of his life, it could very well happen. It didn’t matter that it was wrong to everyone else because it didn’t feel that way to you or to him.

And just as the band played the final note with a colorful flare, your aunt laughed happily and blew out the candles and everyone’s cheering was interrupted by surprised gasps as some fireworks erupted in the sky. You smiled brightly as you looked up at the beautiful colors painting the night sky. And in the midst of your awe at the scene before you, you felt hisHarry's finger grazing your own and the air suddenly left your lungs. You felt your mouth dry up nervously and you swallowed thickly before extending your pinky out to graze against his own. You saw him smile from your peripherals as he locked your fingers together. Such a small gesture had your mind blurring and your body tingling with excitement and relief.

Shortly after the fireworks and some cake, people started to head out. You made sure to take Joe around to say goodbye to your family before they all left. They were all very happy to meet him and made it clear that they hoped to see him again soon. He nodded along but knew better than that. Regardless of reality, he was so sweet and acknowledged their kind wishes. He had really done an amazing job being your date and you were intent on repaying him all of the effort he had put in for you tonight.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded.

“I just need to use the bathroom. Do you?”

“No, I’m good.” He assured you.

“Okay, I’m gonna try and sneak into a bathroom upstairs and then find my aunt to give her, her present. Can you grab the car from the valet? I’ll meet you there.”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled and you thanked him and then dug the little ticket out of your purse before handing it over.

“Alright, I’ll meet you out there. I won’t be long!” You assured and hurried off.

**************

Harry kept a close eye on you after the crowd dispersed after the fireworks. He was itching to be near you again. Especially since his girlfriend was no longer in a good mood. He wasn’t nearly as preoccupied about that though. He would certainly hear it all tomorrow when she'd let it simmer inside long enough that it just had to come out.

"I need to go to the bathroom before we go." she said.

"Okay, that's fine there's the line." he said nodding towards it, "I need to talk to Rob about something before we go." he fibbed and she hummed and glanced at the remaining guests. She hadn't said anything as she scanned the area, she was looking for you. Luckily for him, he'd seen you head into the house. "Look, s'getting longer." he said, refocusing her attention back on the line and she huffed.

"Damn it."

"Just go. I'll come find you when I'm done." he assured and she walked off. And he rushed through the crowd to get inside before she saw where he went.

**************

You were going to be quick about this since you’d left Joe to get in line for your car. As you washed your hands you gave yourself a quick look over and were pleased that your makeup was still intact and that you were still satisfied with the casual, black dress you’d chosen to wear. You then reached for the hand towel to dry your hands off and as you opened up the door you gasped in fright, not expecting to see Harry standing there in the dark hallway. He wordlessly pushed you and himself back inside before closing the door and looking right into your eyes.

“What’re you doing here?! If she finds out that you’re-”

“I don’t want to think about her right now.” He shook his head, rejecting the topic you were trying to bring up. You were suddenly struggling to breathe as his hands came up to hold your face tenderly, “I’m so happy you’re here.” He whispered, “You look so pretty.”

“You look good too.” You returned the compliment.

“Yeah?” He asked softly and you smiled and nodded, “Didn’t shave because I hoped I’d see you here. Know you like it when I grow out m’facial hair.” He hummed softly and you smiled in endearment.

“Are you just gonna stare or are you planning on kissing me at some point?” You questioned with a smirk and he grinned as he leaned in.

Your kiss was a little unsuccessful at first, given that you were giggling and smiling like fools. But as soon as your teeth dug into his bottom lip he groaned and grabbed your hips before pushing you up against the door. Your lips met with urgency and you kissed ardently as his hips kept your body pinned to the door. One of his hands slid up the back of your dress and smoothed over your bottom. You were wearing a thong because of the sleek look of the dress, but you were glad that it was beneficial for this too. His other hand squeezed over your right breast before he started to fondle it as you held him close by the belt loops. He had just started rutting against your front when your phone started to ring in your purse.

“Just ignore it.” He mumbled.

“Can’t.” You said and he huffed before kissing your chin and then working his way up your jaw and to your ear lobe as you blindly grabbed the phone out of your bag. You saw Joe’s name on the screen and answered it.

“Hello?” You spoke quietly as Harry moved down to your neck.

“Hey, there’s one person ahead of me.” He informed and you held in a whimper as Harry started to suck right where your jaw and neck met.

“O-okay. Just looking for my aunt to give her the card I got her.” You fibbed.

“Okay, if they come before you get here I’ll wait right outside the gate.”

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” You assured and hung up quickly without letting him say another thing. You hissed as Harry sucked a bit harder, doing his best to leave his mark on your skin. “H-how am I gonna explain this? I was trying to get laid tonight.” You mumbled and he chuckled as he pulled away and kissed his way back up to your lips.

“You could still get laid.” He said with a smug grin as he hovered directly over you. His words were practically traced against your lips, it was making you dizzy.

“I think a fresh love bite from another man might be a bit off putting.” You replied with snark and he smirked.

“Then maybe you should get fucked by the person who marked you.” He suggested and you chuckled and sighed, “Please, angel. Just one more time.”

“Go fuck your girlfriend.” You suggested playfully and his smile faded and he shook his head.

“I don’t want her.” He responded as his eyes met yours with sincerity and clarity.

Hearing him say that filled you with a bit of arrogance but more than that, there was relief. Relief that maybe, he was as down bad for you as you were for him. You tiptoed and then grabbed his jaw before leaning in to kiss him deeply before pulling back.

“Find a way to sneak out and come over. I’ll leave a spare key taped to the inside of the little slot for the post.” You said and he bit his lip to try and diminish the size of his smile.

“Okay. I’ll text when I leave mine. Might be late.”

“S’alright. I’ll wait for you.” You assured him as you looked deep into his beautiful, jade eyes.

Something about the way you were saying it told him that you meant that in a way more complex than just plotting for a hook up. His gaze softened and he leaned in and kissed you delicately.

“Will you really?” He asked and you nodded, “Then say it again.” He whispered.

“I’ll wait for you, Harry.” You mumbled against his kiss-swollen lips and he kissed you deeply once more before slipping out of the bathroom quickly.

You sighed and proceeded to lick over your lips. You could still slightly taste his minty lip balm smeared against them. You were smiling at yourself in the mirror, already feeling a little stupid for being so weak when it came to Harry as you shook your head and smirked before rolling your eyes.

“The things I do for love…”

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loveisland!universe

come meet the cast of love island 2022, with lots of drama, scandals and love to be found within the villa…

[ chronologically ordered ]

disclaimer: please appreciate the fact that there’s not like 56 episodes i’ve written about because it’s impossible to keep up with it everyday, but hopefully the story still makes sense.

episode 1

introductions

initial pairing

first chat as a couple

harry meets beetroot

cuddle before bed

episode 2

harry’s an ass kinda guy

a challenge sparks jealousy

first kiss

a touch of drama

davide chats to y/n

they’re clearly in love…

episode 3

a very handsy y/n and harry

pool chats

y/n explains their pronouns

nicknames

amber and harry chat

episode 4

ekin-su is here to stir trouble

ekin-su chats to harry

applying suncream

luca kisses y/n for a dare

harry confronts luca

harry is jealous

episode 5

discussing kinks

there’s a re-coupling

episode 6

reveals of past relationships

“wanna be my girlfriend?”

episode 7

harry defends y/n

it’s just them

they don’t need the hideaway

episode 8

ekin-su upsets y/n

antigoni meets y/n… again

y/ns top 3 guys

harry decides they need distance

episode 9

the angst blurb series:

part one

meet tanya

part two

episode 10

part three

first night back together

episode 11

morning nicknames

harry watching y/n get ready

talking about casa amor

episode 12

y/n gets home sick

the heart rate challenge

y/n and harry finally go to the hideaway

episode 13

the morning after

y/n nearly sits on the yellow beanbag

y/n is spooked by a lizard

1 year later blurb

extras

twitter after angst series

question time with yn and harry

scrolling through au y/ns instagram

li!yn and li!harry inspiration

another instagram post

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angywritesstuff · 19 days ago

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birthday wishes

Description - it’s your daughters birthday party and harry isn’t there

A/N - idk if any of you know but i’m sleepwalkingstyles on wattpad too and this imagine was my most well received so i couldn’t not post it here!! hopefully you all enjoy too x

warnings - self deprecation, swearing

[ masterlist ]

The morning sun crept through your window, its rays warming up your cold skin. You would normally be temperate and comfortable, but without your loving husband, Harry, sleeping next to you, you were left to feel a cold and empty bed instead.

Harry was in Japan currently. He said he needed some time to escape and write music, for his new album, just like he had done when he went to Jamaica. You had been reluctant to the idea at first, because you knew how much you, your 3 year old daughter and 1 year old son, would miss him, but he assured you that he'd call, text, face-time and even snapchat you both all the time. And he kept his word. Even if he was like a granddad when it came to using snapchat!

You knew he needed the time to himself, because that's when he writes his best music, and you didn't want to be the one to take that away from him.

But it has been really hard.

You definitely couldn't have coped if you didn't have Anne, Gemma or your parents around to help.

You knew that Harry wasn't escaping to get away from family responsibilities, because he would do anything, and you mean anything, to help you out when he was here. His management had been pushing him for new music for a while, but he explained he wasn't ready. However, when management started to become more strict with him, you told him he must go - just for a little bit.

He made sure that Theodore, you newest baby, was at least 1 year old before he went to Japan. He was only going for 5 weeks. It was always lovely face-timing him, although each time it made it much harder to say goodbye to him.

As you turned over to look at the alarm clock you heard the light pitter-patter of feet, on the hardwood floors, indicating that Ella, your daughter, was about to intrude into your bedroom. It had been like this most mornings recently, the feelings of missing her dad growing stronger.

The door was slowly pushed open and you felt movement on your bed sheets. It wasn't long before Ella's small hands were softly pushing your body, thinking that she was waking you up herself.

"Mummy wake up!" Ella whined.

You turned your body to face her. Her hair was crazily orientated over her head, which was the sign of a good nights sleep. Her large, green orbs were so bright and happy you were sure they could make even the saddest person smile.

"Morning, baby." You poked her in the stomach, earning a little giggle from her.

"No mummy." She swatted your hand away. "Mummy?" She crawled over the bed sheets to crawl on top of you. You shuffled back against the headboard so you could get comfortable, whilst also paying attention to Ella.

"What, my love?" You patted her hair down in places, trying to calm the chaos.

"Do you know whose birthday it is today?" She asked in a sing-song voice.

"Let me think." You played along with her, scratching your head for effect, obviously knowing it was her birthday. "Is it a gorgeous, little girl, called Ellas', birthday today?" You rhetorically asked. Ella was smart for her age and so she'd caught on to the fact you were messing with her.

"That's me! Mummy, that's me!" She jumped onto her feet and started bouncing on the king sized bed. You never understood why you'd bought a king sized bed, when you and Harry could quite easily sleep in a single bed you sleep that close. "It's my birthday!"

"Of course it is, angel!" You grab her under her armpits, pulling her in to kiss her all over her face. "Happy birthday, my gorgeous girl." You continued to kiss her until you believed she'd got the message that you loved her very much.

"Now can I open my presents?!" She asked excitedly, not understanding how she had this much energy at 7:30 in the morning.

"How'd you know you've got presents, baby?" You asked. Of course you'd bought her presents, but you didn't want her to grow up a brat and have the mindset that she'd get treated every year; even though she would! Especially if Harry had anything to do with it.

"Daddy said, last night on the phone, that you'd got me lots of presents, but that his present was the best." She furrowed her eyebrows as she remembered last nights phone call to Harry.

Harry's present was the best?

You knew Harry had bought her a few gifts, sent through the post, but you and him had collectively bought her main present. How would Harrys gift beat a personalised, painted, wooden-toy princess castle?

"Oh okay then, baby. Let me go and care to Theo and then we'll join you in the lounge." You squeezed her little, dimple filled, cheek and helped her off the bed, as you got off yourself, allowing her to scramble away to discover her presents.

You went to the toilet and did your morning routine before going to wake up Theo. He had been a really good sleeper for the first week, but after that he'd been really restless, meaning endless all-nighters for you. You think it has something to do with the absence of his father.

The duck-egg painted room was met with the muffled whimpers of an awakening 1 year old. Theo could sit up by himself now and had mastered the ability to crawl. You opened his blackout curtains and let the morning sun awaken your son.

"Morning mister." You coo as you reach in to the cot to pick up your son. He had little tears running down his cheeks already, and he'd only just woken up. You'd managed to get him back to sleep at 2 am, after him waking up at 1 am. "Oi what's wrong with you, hey?" You rhetorically ask him, obviously not expecting an answer. "You missing your daddy?" You ask and Theo lets out a little hiccup from crying and wipes his tired eyes with his small fists. "I miss him." You keep talking to him, hoping it would distract him, kissing his forehead a couple of times.

You walk to the lounge, with Theo on hip, and admire Ella patiently waiting for you. She was surrounded by a mass of presents.

"I waited for you mummy." Ella told you, looking proud of herself.

"Good girl." You praised her, as you came down to sit on the floor with your back against the sofa. You placed Theo on the floor, in front of you, between your open legs so you had your hands free to help Ella if she needed it.

"Do you think Theo wants to help me, mummy?" She sweetly asks as she grabs her first present.

"That's a lovely thought, baby, but I don't think he knows how to open them just yet." You stroke your hand through her soft, chocolate curls. Ella surely got her heart of gold from her father.

"And the presents are quite heavy." She exaggerated as she picked up the first present. She definitely got her drama queen side from her dad too.

"Well just be careful then, angel." You cautiously told her, not wanting her to hurt herself. Theo was sat upright, intensely watching his sister. His tiny onesie engulfed his fragile body, just making him look so adorable.

Ella unwrapped her first present with ease. "Mummy look!" She held out what looked like a jungle themed jigsaw puzzle. You knew that was off your parents.

"Wow, baby!" You humoured her. It was the best feeling getting to see your children happy. "What's this animal?" You quizzed her.

"A lion?" She timidly asked, obviously not wanting to get it wrong.

"Good job, Els." You kissed the top of her head in praise. "We'll have to keep a record of what everyone's bought you so that you can send them 'thank you' cards. Okay?"

"Okay." She agreed, but you knew she was too engrossed in her presents to actually have listened and understood what you just told her.

••••

The past 2 hours had been spent opening presents, slowly... But it showed just how grateful Ella was for every gift. She'd gone crazy when she opened her princess castle. She ran around the lounge for a minute straight, screaming how much she loved it. How could Harry's present top that?

You'd made breakfast pancakes, with bacon and syrup, as per Ellas request. Theo was very stubborn at breakfast, refusing to eat or drink anything, which ended up with you nearly having a breakdown. You didn't, because you knew it would be selfish to do so in front of the kids.

Ella was now getting herself dressed and you had just put Theo down for a nap, due to him being so restless. His sleeping pattern was so messed up, but really you needed Harry back in order to help fix it.

Harry was due home next week and you were so ready for him to be back. You couldn't miss him anymore if you tried. He said he would call at some point today, to speak to Ella. You were upset, for him, that he would be missing Ellas 4th birthday, but you knew he would make up for it when he returned. He had already booked for him and Ella to go their favourite ice-cream restaurant. Yes, restaurant. They always ended up getting the 3 course ice-cream meal - resulting in them rolling home with their full bellies.

You were expecting guests over from around 12pm. You'd invited over close relatives of yours, and Harrys' of course, friendly neighbours and some of Ellas friends from play group. You couldn't believe Ella was starting school this year! She was growing up too fast for your liking.

You blow-dried your hair, and made your way in to the walk-in-wardrobe. Each time you stepped in you laughed to yourself about the door at the back of the closet and how it, did indeed, lead to a vault for Harrys suits.

You picked out a pastel green and white dress. It was a piece from your best-friends new, spring, fashion collection, and you loved promoting and helping her fashion line. It was, abnormally, good weather today and so you decided to bring the spring look out. You added some white heels to make your outfit look more sophisticated and finished off by adding light amounts of natural-looking makeup.

After getting yourself ready you proceeded down the hallway, to Ellas room, to check on her. As you approached the room, you could hear her talking to herself. "No Barbie, you like Ken remember?"

You moved around the corner to see her sitting on the plush carpet, playing with her Barbie dolls. She had put on a green dress, with funky patterns on, that made her look like a princess. You were surprised she'd chosen that dress and not her Cinderella costume!

Her room was currently a tip. You'd moved all her presents in to her room, until you could find storage for them, so that guests could actually move around your lounge without stepping on a plastic toy.

"Ella, sweetheart, are you ready? People will be here soon." You stepped in to her room.

"Mummy!!" She ran over to you and hugged on to your legs tightly.

"Hello angel!" You giggled at her small, but loving, action. You crouched down, so you could be at height with her head and kissed her forehead.

"Can you do my hair mummy?" Ella asked politely, stepping away from your legs.

"Of course, my love." You guided her to the children's table and chairs set, that was in the corner of her room, where she liked to host tea parties, and sat her down on one of the chairs. You pulled out a bobble and a hairbrush from a nearby drawer, and began to comb her hair. There were a few nots along the way, but her hair was back to its lush, bouncing curls in no time. You tied up the majority of her hair on to a ponytail, some pieces falling out due to how short the locks were.

Once you were done you phone begins to vibrate in the back pocket of your trousers. You pull it out expecting it to be Harry, but instead it's your mum.

"Hey mum?" You tried to sound excited to hear from her, but you secretly was hoping to hear Harrys voice.

"Hiya, pet. Just calling to say we're five minutes away from yours." She spoke rather loudly down the phone, as all older people do.

"Do you want me to put the kettle on?" You asked.

"Yes please, pet. See you in a few." And with that she ended the call.

"Was that daddy?" Ella asked with her big doe eyes.

"No, i'm sorry angel." You brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, so it wouldn't bother her. Harry was Ellas hero, and all she really wanted for her birthday was his phone call.

You made your way to the kitchen, with Ella following closely, and let the water run in to the kettle before letting it boil. You made note of the time, 11 am, and made a mental list of things you needed to prepare for having guests over. All the food was pre-prepared, last night, with the help of your sweet daughter, and the majority would only need to be shoved in the oven. The rest was just snack bits and platters of fruit and veg.

"Mummy?" Ella called out.

"Yes, darling?" You responded whilst pulling out three mugs from the cupboards, filling them all with tea bags. PG Tips, of course, not that gross Earl Grey stuff.

"I miss daddy." She sadly admits. You turn to see her eyes were glossing over and her lips starting to wobble, preparing herself for the tears that would shortly follow. You instantly crouch down in front of her, and cup her cheeks with your loving hands.

"Aw, baby, it's okay. I miss him too. He'll be back before you know it, though, alright?" Ella offered you a cautious nod instead of words. "He wouldn't want you to cry, though, okay? So we're going to have a happy day."

"A happy day." Ella repeats to herself, putting on a grinning smile.

"That's right, baby." You awarded her with a kiss on her forehead before heading back to the finishing kettle. "Nana and Grandad will be here soon!" You cheer, trying to make her think of anything but her father.

"Yaaay!" She screams excitedly, making you laugh.

As if on queue, there's a knock on the door, as well as a chime from the doorbell. You follow an ecstatic Ella through the house and unlatch the chain, to open the door.

"Nana! Grandad!" Ella runs and jumps in to your dads arms.

"Happy birthday, petal." Both her grandparents chorus. You give your parents a hug and a kiss upon entry and direct them in to the kitchen.

Ella takes her Grandad off upstairs, probably to show off all her new toys.

"How are you, pet?" Your mum asks as she places her handbag on the kitchen island. You begin transferring the hot water from the kettle and into the mugs.

"I'm alright. Tired, but alright." You truthfully told her, because you knew that being stubborn wouldn't get you anywhere with her.

"And the children? Where's my baby grandson?" She asked whilst pouring the milk in to the mugs, you adding the sugar where necessary.

"Ella misses her dad, obviously. Theo has been a handful recently. He's not sleeping well, luckily he is now, and he refused to eat, or drink, this morning and I just feel really helpless. You know?" You stressfully run your hands over your face. "They just need their dad. Hell, I need him." You admit.

Your mum moods in acknowledgment before talking. "It'll be alright Y/N. You're a strong woman, mother and wife. Harry will be here before you know it." She tells you, the tone in her voice sounding beyond convincing.

"I know, I know." You remind yourself that you only have to keep going, without Harry, for another week. "Right. Okay." You talk to yourself, before you could start crying due to stress. "I'm going to bang everything in the oven and hopefully it'll all be ready by the time people arrive." You couldn't tell whether you were telling your mum, or yourself, that.

"Anything I can do to help, pet?" She takes a sip of her tea, finding it too hot so leaving it to cool on the side. You'd downed your tea, not really having the time to lazily sit around today.

"There's some tables already set up outside." You pull out some colourful, checkered table cloths from a cupboard and hand them to her. "If you'd kindly dress the tables with these, and then the platters in the fridge can be arranged on them then." She nods in understanding before walking off to do her job.

••••

You managed to have everything in the oven, and back out of the oven, within an hour, which was perfect timing for your guests.

Anne, Gemma and Michal had arrived shortly after your parents and they all sat in the sunny garden, whilst you continued to cook. Neighbours and extended family continued to drift in throughout the afternoon. Ella's friends had arrived bang on 12pm, as you expected, and they were all having bundles of fun out in the garden. You had hired a bouncy castle and so that was occupying the kids for the moment, knowing it would cleverly tire them out for bedtime.

It was now 2pm and the party was in full swing. You were currently warming up some extra sausage rolls in the oven, seeing as they disappeared at lightning speed once you'd placed them on the table.

"Hiding in the kitchen are we?!" You turned around to see Gemma waltzing in, with a glass of champagne in her hand. You couldn't help but laugh, knowing she was trying to make you feel better.

"Kids ate the sausage rolls like the world is ending tomorrow!" You joked, leaning to rest on the kitchen island.

"How are you doing?" Gemma sincerely asked, knowing how hard it had been over the past couple of weeks. Gemma was the sister you never had, which meant you told her everything. She knew how badly you, and the kids, missed Harry and how it was taking a toll on your mental health.

"I'm getting there. Yourself?" You asked to make polite conversation, but Gemma could tell by the dark circles under your eyes that you putting on a brave face; pretending you were alright.

"Not too bad. Missed my niece and nephew though." She placed her hand over her heart for effect, making you smile.

"Yeah they've missed you too. You're definitely Ellas favourite person."

"Pfft! Not true! You are, for sure." She put down her champagne glass so she could open the bottle and refill her glass.

"Oh, I don't know Gem! You'd be surprised!" You laughed. Gemma was about to reply before the deafening cries of Theo echoed through the house. "Excuse me." You apologised and left for Theos' room.

Upon arrival you noticed how much louder his screams were. You walked in and shut the door softly behind you. Theo was sat up in bed, crying his eyes out all over again. You not having a clue why, since he didn't need changing and he rejected food, drink, sleep and even you.

"Hey mister! What's all this about hey?" You cooed, whilst lifting him out of bed. Once he was in your hold he stuffed his head in to your neck and continued to cry, with his heartbreaking sobs. "What can I do, sunshine? Hey? What can I do?" You kept asking him, as if he was going to give you an answer.

You aimlessly walked around the room, bouncing Theo up and down in your arms to comfort him. Nothing working. His continued cries made you feel so weak, because you couldn't do anything to help him.

"C'mon Theo. Help mummy out here. Please." You whisper your last word, hoping, by some miracle, he would stop crying. But he didn't.

The door slowly opens and you see Gemma enter. You sigh to yourself, not liking other people to see how bad a parent you were being.

"I, uh, sorted out the sausage rolls for you." She told you, earning a thanks from you. "Do you want me to try?" Gemma asked carefully, not wanting to step over any boundary you may have drawn.

What was the harm in her trying?

"Okay." You softly say, handing over your sobbing son to his Aunty. He chokes on his tears a bit, making him cough, but Gemma helps him out by gently, but firmly, patting his back. Within a minute, Gemma had gotten him to calm down and he was quite content with spending time latching on to her.

Even though you were beyond relived that Theo had calmed down, you felt pretty shitty. You couldn't even stop your son from crying. In that moment you felt like a worthless mum and you quickly excused yourself, from Gemma, before you ended up breaking down in front of her.

You zipped to your bedroom and shut the door. You made your way over to the edge of the bed and sat down on it. You hunched over, planting your elbows on your knees, and face in your hands, before you starting crying yourself. You tried to be as strong as possible for your children, but it has all gotten a bit too much recently. You were also jealous from how Gem had managed to quiet your son, yet you couldn't. You tried to make sure your crying could only be heard by you, not wanting to concern other people. You breathed heavy, attempting to control your falling tears.

Your bedroom door opened, expecting to see Gemma with Theo, but instead seeing your gorgeous Ella.

"Mummy? You okay?" She softly asked, clearly worried about her mother.

"Yeah, baby, i'm fine." You assured her, hating yourself more for letting your daughter see you in such a vulnerable state.

"Why are you crying mummy?" She padded over to you and stopped in front of you, to take your larger hands in her tiny ones.

"It doesn't matter, sweetheart. Mummy's fine." You kissed the top of her head to comfort her, knowing you probably looked like a mess with your bulging red eyes. "Did you need something, angel?" You queried, wondering why she'd come looking for you in the first place.

"Oh yeah! I nearly forgotten!" You smiled at how her sentence was grammatically incorrect, but not having the heart to tell her in that moment. "Grandma says there's a surprise for me downstairs, but she wants you there too. I also want you there mummy." She rocked back on her feet sweetly.

"Of course i'll be there, baby." You smile at her, letting out a large sniffle to stop your nose from running.

"Yay! I love you mummy!" She told you. You'd heard it a thousand times already, but each time she said it, it made your heart melt.

"I love you, birthday girl." You pinched her cheeks lightly and she let out a world-saving giggle. Ella clamped on to you hand, weaving you both through the halls, and the stairs, until you ended up outside with everyone else.

"There's the birthday girl!" Michal shouted causing Ella to cling on to your leg, and hide away, out of shyness. Utterly adorable.

There was a mix of people standing up and sitting down, and you decided to sit down. Mainly because you were so exhausted. Knowing you had a restless night with Theo ahead of you, made you feel even more exhausted. You loved the boy, so fucking much, but you wished he could just sleep like a sloth, instead of a nocturnal creature.

"Right. Can everyone hear me who wants to hear me?" Anne shouted up, causing the chatter to die down. Ella came and clambered in to your lap, casually laying against your front. Gemma was standing near Anne, Theo still attached to her, and she mouthed to you whether you were okay to which you nodded, not wanting to make her feel bad.

"Before we sing happy birthday to the birthday girl, and then get to eat some lovely cake, we have a surprise for our lovely Ella." Anne continued, making Ella all giddy in your lap causing people to chuckle.

"Baby, sit still." You whispered to Ella, because she kept unintentionally fidgeting.

"The surprise took a while to plan." Anne rolled her eyes dramatically. She was such an entertainer, much like her son.

"Grandma what is it?!" Ella shouted impatiently, whilst kicking her legs excitedly.

"What do you want it to be?" Anne asked.

"Hmmm..." She thought to herself. "My daddy to phone call me." She decided, making your heart break at her words. You were pissed off that Harry hadn't called yet. It's not like he had that busy of a schedule.

"Okay. Let's do that first then. Shall we call him?" Anne asked Ella, everyone watching and listening intensely.

"YEAH!" She squealed in your lap, launching out from your hold and over to where Anne was dialling numbers into her phone. It was quiet enough so you could hear the ringing. You bit your lip and prayed to God that Harry would answer his goddamn phone. But after the line went dead, you knew your prayers hadn't been answered.

Your heart broke even more, if that was possible, whilst watching Ella frown in confusion as to why her dad hadn't picked up.

"Why didn't daddy pick up?" She quietly asks to herself, but loud enough for people to hear. Everyone looking upset for her.

"Maybe because he wanted to say happy birthday to you in person, instead?" You heard what sounded like Harrys' raspy voice reply, thinking your mind was playing cruel tricks on you. Until you saw him weave his way through the crowd of people he'd been hiding behind.

You took one look at him and that was enough to set you off crying again, in disbelief that he was actually here.

"DADDY!" Ella screamed so loudly, you could've sworn a glass cup broke. She sprinted over to him where he was already crouched down awaiting her embrace. That was all you saw before you buried your head in your hands, crying to yourself again.

You knew he was really here, you'd just seen him, but part of you kept asking yourself 'is this a dream?'.

It'd been twenty odd seconds and people were laughing and awing loudly around you, probably because Harry was being the best father to Ella and Theo, whilst you couldn't move you were so in shock. Beautiful shock though. Completely relieved he was back, and safe. You heard the sounds of knees cracking, indicating someone had crouched down in front of you. Large, warm hands pulled yours away from your face, to uncover the tear-stained mess.

"Well hello to you to, baby!" Harry chuckled, causing you to do so too. Looking in to his mesmerising green orbs, you felt at home again. Tears flowed freely down your face as you laughed at him.

"Jesus H! You know how to give a woman a heart attack!" You choked out between sobs, but made him laugh nevertheless.

"Just you, love." He teased, making you roll your eyes at him. "Really? I fly back to surprise you and all I get is a roll of the eyes!" He continued to tease you.

"Fuck off! You nearly killed me with shock Harold!" You say dramatically.

"Can I get my welcome home gift now?" He smirks, knowing full well he would.

You harshly grab the back of his neck and pull him towards you, as if you were in a real hurry to make his lips meet yours. Which you were. He reacted as quick as you did and engulfed your cheeks with his large hands, showing he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. The second your lips touched lips, the firework display ignited within you. A feeling you had so deathly missed. You were never one to display so much affection in public, especially in front of your parents, but in that moment nothing else mattered except for you and Harry. The kiss merely lasted a few seconds, but that was enough for each other to realise how much you missed and needed each other. Your tears continued to fall throughout the interaction; Harry's finger caressing your cheek, continuously, to wipe them away. He absolutely hated it when you were upset.

Neither one of you wanted to pull away, but there were still many people watching you both, and Harry knew that if you continued you'd start to feel uncomfortable. So he took what he could of you, in that moment, knowing you'd both continue this later tonight.

"Shit, i've missed you." Harry gasped for air due to you leaving him speechless, as always.

"Same here." You chewed the inside of your lip to refrain yourself from attacking Harrys' lips again, not wanting to cause too much of a scene. Harry kissed your forehead and then rested his against yours, you closing your eyes in comfort. Your world feeling at peace again.

"Mummy! Look! Daddy's back!" Ella ran over to you and told you the news as if you didn't already know. You pulled away from Harry, licking you salty lips, to look at your joyful, now, 4 year old.

"I know, angel!" You laughed as she bear tackled Harry in a hug. "Isn't it great!?" You asked her.

"Yeah! But why are you crying again mummy?" She asked sincerely.

"Agai—" Harry was about to ask with furrowed eyebrows, but you beat him to it.

"Happy tears, Els. I'm just happy." You assured her, for the second time today. She turned back to Harry, happy that you were too, but Harrys face was more of a 'we're-talking-about-this-later' kind of face, clearly concerned.

"Was that a good surprise Ella!" Anne reached you, smiling so widely at the happy family.

"Yes! The best present ever." It clicked as to what Harry meant now. Yeah he definitely won the presents game.

"Where's my other little rascal?" Harry questioned over Theo. You pointed over to his sister and you looked down at your oh-so-interesting hands to distract you from the negative emotions from previously.

Ella ran back in to the bouncy castle, with her friends, after asking Harry to join her. He told her he'd be there when he's seen to everyone else, because he knew after he started to dedicate his time to his daughter there was no way anyone was pulling him away from her. Harry waltzed over to Gemma and Theo, retrieving him from her arms. You noticed Theos' face light up at the sight of his dad, body wiggling like crazy trying to be as close to him as possible.

You got up yourself, giving Anne an enormous hug and thank you for setting up such a wonderful surprise. You'd forever be in her debt now. You headed in to the kitchen and took out some fresh bottles of champagne, from the fridge, replacing the empty ones.

As much as having Harry back had repaired your longing, broken, heart for him, you were still frustrated and upset at yourself for not having been able to take care of your children properly. Ella had been no problem, apart from the occasional tantrum over missing her dad, but Theo had been tough work. You knew having Harry back would calm things down now, but you were angry at yourself for not being able to do it yourself.

You started to wash and scrub the dishes as a distraction. It was your daughters birthday for God sake. Why were you being so selfish?

Your dad walked in a few moments later. "Heya, pet! I'll do the dishes, love." He told you, instead of offering.

"Oh it's alright dad! I got it." You start scrubbing the plate harder out of built up frustration. Your dad calmly, but firmly, places his hand over yours preventing you from scrubbing any more.

"Y/N." Your dad starts. You turn to face him, wondering what he was doing since he never called you by your name. It was always pet names instead. "Stop. Harry wants to speak to you anyways." He pulls your hands out of the water and starts scrubbing the dish you were once doing. "He's in your bedroom I believe."

You nod and silently make your way to the bedroom. God if Harry's about to tell you that he found someone else in Japan, and was leaving you, you might actually over feed yourself with ice-cream until you die. That would be a happy death, right? You open the door and see he's sat on the edge of the bed, twiddling his thumbs together, something he always did when he was anxious. The close the door, locking it in the process, the sound making Harrys head shoot up. It was only then that you realised he was crying. His eyes, puffy read from all the shedded tears.

"Baby what's wrong!" You dash over to him and tackle him to lay down on the bed. You straddling him, laying over the top of him to hug him tightly. His feet still dangling over the edge of the bed made you wonder how comfortable he was.

"I-I'm sorry Y/N/N." His words taking you aback.

"Sorry for what? You have nothing to apologise for H." You meant it. The man had done nothing, that you currently knew of, that was wrong.

"I shouldn't have left you." He muttered to himself, before turning to directly face you. You sat upright, because he did. "Why didn't you tell me you were struggling, baby?" He sadly asks whilst cupping your cheek, to which you lean in to. There was no point in playing dumb.

"That wouldn't have been fair on you." You looked down to escape his intense gaze.

"So you made life harder for yourself?" He rhetorically asked, but you answered anyway.

"It's only been like this for two weeks, H." You stated, not thinking it was a massive deal to get in to an argument about.

"Two weeks too long, baby." He added, making you sigh in defeat. "Gem told me how you've been beating yourself down over being worthless and unfit to be a mum, and I need you to understand baby, this is important, I need you to understand that you are the best fucking mum in the world to our kids. You would do anything for them, I know you would, because I would too."

"But—"

"I haven't finished." He cuts you off and boops your nose to tell you off. "It's meant to be hard, baby, and it's not meant to be a straight-forward road, but you're making it harder for yourself by not allowing my inside that pretty head. Okay? You need to let me in, and help you out. We have different purposes as parents. You are far much better at getting the kids organised for events or distracting them with creative activities than I am, and it just so happens that i'm better at sending the kids off to sleep than you are. Over time those roles may change, or we may even perfect them all and be equals in every area. None of that means you are a shitty mum. So don't think that, ever. Alright? Promise me."

"Okay."

"No, baby. I need you to promise me." He lifted up your chin and pressed a curt kiss to your lips before allowing you to respond.

"I promise you, Haz." You kiss his lips more passionately and allow yourself to linger on them for a a prolonged few moments.

"Don't try and distract me, baby." He pulls away, making you pout in annoyance. "I need to know that you're okay first."

"I'm okay." You hang your arms over his shoulders and massage the curls at the back of his head.

"I know Theo has been a handful recently, and i'll tell him off when he's old enough to understand-" You abruptly laugh. "-but i'm here now and i'm not leaving, like that, again. I hated it. Next time you're all coming with."

You were excited to hear every minute detail about his trip, knowing how he secretly will have loved it.

"Hope you wrote some good music whilst you were away!" You laughed, hoping the late nights and early mornings weren't all for nothing.

"Of course." He came to your lips for a quick peck. "I wrote a song caller Sunflower, Vol. 6 because I re-wrote it 6 fucking times before I liked it."

"Why?"

"Because it was going to be my 'honey-im-home' gift, for you, and i wanted it to be perfect. Like you." You laughed at his cheesiness, but not wanting him any other way.

"Can I listen to it?" You bite your lip in anticipation.

"After you've given me your welcome home gift, baby." He winks coming to kiss you neck a few times, after moving your hair out of his way.

"Harry it's your daughters birthday! Go and spend time with her and treat her like the princess she is." She try and push him away from your neck, but heavily fail.

"After i've treated you, my queen." He said, all smug, and flipped you around, pushing you in to the bed and proving to you how worthy you just were.

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