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love of my life

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✩ chapter 02: please don’t be too good to be true ✩

word count: 3.08k

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chapter 01

It was my fourth day in this city, and thankfully it wasn’t raining anymore. I couldn’t do much for a few days except try some restaurants and ride around to see the city from the car’s window. However, I have a good day ahead of me. The French Quarter is one of the most popular places to visit here, and I would be a fool not to experience it. I still had a lot of places on my radar, some that were tourist attractions and others that were hidden gems.

“So.. you never told me how much you paid her.” Chris sighed as he tossed his empty Coke bottle into a trash bin.

“Doesn’t matter.” I shrugged, my eyes roaming over everything as we walked. My sunglasses made things darker, but it made hiding a bit easier.

“Don’t be a prick.”

I huffed. “Five thousand.” He stopped in his tracks, mouth agape as I looked over at him. “What?”

“What do you fancy more.. the painting or the girl?”

My eyes rolled. “She deserves it. She’s talented and she underprices her work.”

“Mhm, I’m sure that’s why.”

“So.. what are we doing next?” I changed the topic quickly before it got out of hand.

Chris sighed as we began to walk again. “Going to see the cathedral.”

We both became silent as we walked down the sidewalk. My eyes were everywhere, taking in the sights and absorbing the feelings. This city was full of culture and diversity and just happiness. All I saw were smiles and happy faces. Chris and I walked until we finally ended up at a corner. My gaze shifted from the people to the huge building in front of us. I could see the side of the St. Louis Cathedral and it was marvelous. Chris guided me through a crowd of people watching a magician. There was a line of women offering to read palms, a couple of street food venders, and what seemed to be a large collection of artists spread out around the area.

Chris looked over at me as we stepped off the sidewalk. “This has got to be a joke, right?”

I furrowed my brows, not entirely sure what he meant. “What?”

He pointed over to the left of us. I followed his movements and tried to line my eyes up with whatever he saw. I was looking, trying to determine it, but I had no clue. When I looked back up at him, he sighed and stepped behind me. He grabbed my shoulders and angled me so I could see whatever it was that baffled him. He pointed directly in front of us and I focused my eyes there. It took me a moment, but I finally realized what he was referring to.

“God.. it must be fate, yeah?”

He huffed. “Luck.”

I smirked and shook off his hand. Chris wasn’t happy when I started walking away from him. He caught up with me and made sure I was as unnoticed as possible. The closer I got to the table, the faster my heart thumped. I licked my lips as I reached the small crowd. Everyone was occupied by looking at some of the canvases, so I took the opportunity to cease the moment I so desperately wanted.

“Those are lovely.” I said, glancing at the small canvases that were placed on stands.

She whipped around, eyes wide and lips parted as she saw me. I grinned at her, lifting the sunglasses up so I could see her better.

“Jennifer.”

“Ha-Harry.. um. Thank you.” She laughed through a breath. “I.. I see you’re exploring the city.”

“You’re welcome.” I nodded. “Of course. Such an interesting place.”

She smiled back, cheeks flushed and eyes dropping from mine. She turned back around to finish putting the paintings on the display stands. I watched her, completely fascinated by her work. She had a great talent. When she faced me again, she glanced at Chris. I gave him a look as well, and somehow he understood. He stepped away, observing some of her other works and giving us some space.

“How are you liking it here?”

“It’s very nice.” I smiled.

She smiled back. “It is.”

“You knew who I was.. the other day.” I blurted, shoving my hands into my pockets.

She took a deep breath, her fingertips tracing over her white table cloth. “Mhm.”

“You.. you didn’t say anything.”

Jennifer shrugged, eyes flicking to mine. “Did you want me to? By your.. outfit.. I was under the impression that you were hiding.”

I chuckled, letting a bigger smile take over my face. It pulled a smile onto her lips as well. “That’s true.. I’m trying to enjoy a vacation for once.”

“It must be exhausting.. trying to hide all the time.”

I exhaled deeply. “Extremely.”

“Excuse me?” A voice caught her attention and interrupted our conversation.

She gave me an apologetic smile. “Just a minute.”

I nodded as she turned away from me to deal with the curious customer. My eyes remained on the table where she had a few smaller paintings and a stack of business cards. The corner of my mouth twitched up as I heard her voice and how professional she is. She was definitely a businesswoman, even if she didn’t realize. She seemed to know how to talk to her customers well.

“How much is this one here?” The woman pointed to the painting across from me.

“That one is two hundred. I can have it shipped to you for two-twenty five.”

“That’s perfect! I will gladly take that off your hands.”

Jennifer laughed ever so slightly, almost like she was surprised. “Here’s some information on the piece.. how to clean it and store it. Also all of my information in case you ever need anything.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw the woman take the papers from her. “Alright.”

“And this,” she handed her a few more. “.. I’ll need your name, address, and contact information. If you don’t want to ship it, then ignore the address stuff. I will take a check if you need to do that.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll fill this out real quick. I can carry it with me, no need to ship.” The lady grabbed a pen from the cup by another stack of business cards and stepped away to write her stuff down.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jennifer had her attention back on me. She sighed and shook her head before looking up at me, catching my gaze.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, no, you’re fine. I.. shouldn’t be distracting you.”

She smiled gently. “I’m having your painting shipped tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s good, thanks.”

Her cheeks blushed just a little. “You shouldn’t have.”

“What?”

Her eyes rolled. “That check.. all that money.”

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s perfectly fine. If you would’ve allowed it I would’ve given you triple of what I did give you.”

“Why, though?” She huffed, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Why so much?”

The smirk growing on my lips seemed to make her a little nervous. I noticed how her face flushed and her tongue came out to lick her lips. I saw another person approach the table, but I was determined to keep her attention for a while longer.

“Because I loved the painting. It’s beautiful.” I shrugged to keep things nonchalant, even though she made my heart race. “The water, the sea foam, the sun.. There are many reasons why it’s so beautiful.”

“Not five thousand reasons.” She glanced at the customer who was eyeing each piece intensely. “I’m sorry, but, um.. I don’t really have time to chat.”

“Later, then?”

Jennifer let out a breathy laugh. “Later?”

I ran a hand through my hair, nervousness was taking me over. “Yeah. You’ve got my number.. I’ve got yours.”

“Um, I.” She paused, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “I don’t know.. about later.”

I made sure she saw me smile, I wanted her to feel comfortable. “Then tomorrow.. or whenever.. I’d love to treat you to dinner.. or lunch, breakfast.. whichever you prefer.”

There was no hiding her blushing cheeks now. She was trying to compose herself and hide her shock with light laughs. She kept glancing at the customer, yet her eyes kept landing on mine, too. She did not want to look away, I could tell, but she was right - she didn’t have time to talk. She had a business, a job she was doing and I was rudely distracting her.

“So I’ll hear from you?” I slowly started to back away from the table.

She swept her long hair out of her face, lips shaping to a smirk. “Later.”

—-

To say I was nervous would be the very least. I was extremely terrified, yet excited about hearing from that amazing woman. I wanted to call her myself, maybe send her a message - but I refrained. I didn’t want to seem pushy, and I wanted her to be comfortable with any communication we had. It was already late into the day. I began to worry about whether or not she would send something or call. What was her version of later?

After our encounter earlier, I completely ditched my plans and insisted we go back to the hotel. I was too frazzled to do anything else. Chris was hesitant at first, and he attempted to change my mind. He failed to do so. I just wanted to be at the hotel and be alone. The city was nice, and touring was going well, I just didn’t want to be around so many people.. I wanted to rot in my room and think about her.

“Still waiting?” Chris shut the balcony door behind him.

“Unfortunately.”

He sighed back. “Worried she won’t call?”

I shrugged, trying not to be too concerned with it. “Not worried.. just impatient.”

My phone was resting on my thigh, but the screen hadn’t lit up since I came out here. Part of me was worried - extremely worried. What if I said something wrong? Did I make her feel weird? Was I too open?

“I think she likes you.”

A gentle smile played on my lips. “I think I like her.”

Chris laughed. “I know you like her.”

“Must be obvious.. Think she’s got any idea?”

“Probably.” He grabbed the handle of the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Let me know what the plans are in the morning.”

“Alright.”

Despite overlooking some of the city, it was quiet on the balcony. The temperature was nice and it allowed me to relax. I had calmed down a lot since I first stepped out here. My mind was lost, drifting through a ton of thoughts all related to her. What was she like when she painted? I bet she was precise and meticulous - every single stroke of the brush would be accurate and perfect. What was she like in her home away from other people? I wonder if she liked to read or if she preferred a good movie. Did she enjoy fruits or did she have a sweeter tooth? What did she do when she wasn’t occupied with a painting? Did she draw? Did she do ceramics? Did she dabble in any other forms of art?

I wondered if she had a studio or did she paint from a small bedroom in a crowded apartment. Was she solely an artist, or did she have a regular day to day job? I even began to think about things beyond her daily life. Was she an only child? Did she favor her mother? Was she even from the city or did she move here? What were her college years like, did she even attend? Had she been growing her hair out for years or did it grow quickly with each trim? What sort of weather did she prefer? Surely, it couldn’t be anything too cold or icy, at least not if she’s used to be down here.

The sudden ding of my phone made me flinch. I snatched it off my leg and quickly unlocked the screen. My heart started to pump violently, quick and sharp breaths came from my lungs. It was her. I had already saved her number into my phone before I even saw her today, so that was a convenient move. All of this was making me feel like a desperate teenager.

From Jennifer: hello, hope it isn’t too late

A laugh fell from my lips. What a cheeky thing she was. I took a deep breath while typing my reply. I was unsure if I should immediately reply or not. Would that send an awkward message? I had been waiting all day, and I’m sure she expected a reply.

To Jennifer: hi, it definitely isn’t too late :)

I stood up from the chair and went back inside my suite. My body was tired, but my heart and mind were wide awake. I laid down on the bed, eyes locked on the screen waiting for a new message. After a minute, I worried that she wouldn’t be quick with a response. I wondered if she thought that would make her seem desperate? I had the same thought about myself.

From Jennifer: good, I would’ve been disappointed if it was :)

To Jennifer: I’d hate to disappoint you

A wave of relief washed through me. Maybe she was just as interested in me as I was in her. She truly was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

From Jennifer: I’m sure you won’t

To Jennifer: so, have you picked which meal you’d like me to treat you with? I’m sure you know the best restaurants around

From Jennifer: no I haven’t actually :) surprise me?

To Jennifer: well, when are you available?

From Jennifer: busy tomorrow, but the next day I’m free all day :) just let me know when!

To Jennifer: let me know where?

From Jennifer: I will.

From Jennifer: I hate to go, but I’m very tired. Got a busy day ahead :/

To Jennifer: that’s perfectly understandable. I’ll text you tomorrow then

From Jennifer: okay! good night :)

To Jennifer: goodnight

I tossed the phone on the nightstand and put my hands over my face. My heart was fluttering and my stomach was flipping like I had just jumped out of an airplane. Normally, I was more composed than this. This girl has me feeling like I’ve never spoken to a human being before.. and I was enjoying the insane feelings.

—

I hardly got any sleep last night. The overwhelming thought of seeing her again was eating me alive. Why was I so nervous? Usually, I’m very relaxed and comfortable when it comes to meeting new people or going on dates, if that’s what I can call it. But for some reason, all of that confidence and familiarity has gone down the drain. I’ve been acting like a teenage virgin who’s going on his very first date.

The worst part about all of this was that I still have to wait an entire day. I decided that I needed some help with the details, and I just wanted to know someone’s opinion. There was no better person to call than my mother.

The phone rang a few times, then her cheerful voice picked up. “Honey, hi!”

“Hi, Mum.”

“How are you doing, sugar? Having a good time, I hope.”

I sighed. “It’s going well, yeah.. um.. I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Oh,” She seemed very surprised. “What is it?”

I took a deep breath, then squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m.. going on a date tomorrow.”

“Wow, okay. This is mighty early for you to be telling me about a woman.. you usually wait a couple of weeks.” She quickly responded the way I expected her to.

This has never happened, I always, always wait to see how things go before telling her. I don’t like getting her hopes up.

“When.. when did you meet her?” She asked after my moment of silence.

“Few days ago. I know it’s.. very soon, but.. trust me.. I.. I feel something.”

“Honey, I.. you know I love you and I’m going to always support you..” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “But, baby, you’ve only been there a few days.. how can you be sure that you’ve felt something special?”

“The way I feel around her, Mum. I.. I feel like I’m floating.. like I’m looking at something that’s too good to be true, like an angel. Gosh, she’s such an angel.”

“What do you know about her?”

I paused for a second. “Not.. not a lot, yet. But.. I know I want to know everything, I never want her to disappear.”

Mum chuckled very faintly. “You’re the sweetest boy on earth, Harry. You deserve love.. and happiness. But.. I don’t want you to rush into something because you’re heartbroken.”

My chest tightened as I rolled my eyes. “It’s been over a year. I’m fine now. Besides.. I don’t even think about that when I’m around this girl.”

“How.. how are you sure that this girl isn’t.. interested because of who you are?”

I sighed heavily. “Mum, trust me. Please, just.. trust me.”

“I want what’s best for you, honey. I.. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

Despite not wanting to tell her everything all at once, I figured I owed her an explanation of some sorts. Besides, it isn’t like its a bad story to tell.

“I went to the museum the other day.. the art museum. There was a special exhibit and she was set up there.. I bought one of her pieces.”

“She’s an artist?”

I smiled at the word. “For sure. She’s incredible, Mum. But.. I saw her again, yesterday.”

“You went back to the museum to see her?” She asked curiously.

“No, I saw her somewhere else. I talked to her for a few minutes and.. we kinda arranged a date.”

“Oh, well.. that’s a lovely coincidence.”

I sighed gently. “Mum.. I really want this to work out.”

“Then let it play out naturally, darling. Don’t rush anything or.. try to push anything to happen.”

At this point, my biggest fear was losing this girl. I didn’t necessarily have her in any way yet, but the opportunity to get to know her was enough motivation. Nothing in my personal life had seemed to work out in the past, and for once I just wanted something genuine.

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[a/n: unfortunately the day I chose to upload followed a very sad, tragic event.. sending my thoughts, prayers, condolences, & love to Liam’s family, his friends, to the other four boys, and to all the little directioners still living in our hearts, 13 year old me is shattered.. — remember to have some humanity.. despite anything he did or didn’t do during his life.. he is someone’s child, brother, father, and friend, and his loved ones deserve respect during this time 🫶🏻]

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narrycherries · 1 month ago

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no matter what he did or didn’t do during his life, remember that he is someone’s son, brother, father, friend.. and one hell of a song writer 😭😭prayers for his family and his child. he will always have a spot in my little directioner heart 💔 & I hope the other boys get through this.. I can’t imagine how they feel 😭😭😭

#liam payne #one direction #harry styles #niall horan #zayn malik #louis tomlinson

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narrycherries · 2 months ago

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I loveeeee your fic call it what you want, was so happy to see that you had updated a part 5 💗

I’m glad you love it!!! Hope you enjoyed the update! 😘 I promise the wait for part 6 won’t be as long lol!!

#harry styles #harry #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurbs #harry styles stuff #harry styles fanfiction #one direction #harry smut #series #harrystylesmasterlist #masterlist

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narrycherries · 2 months ago

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call it what you want✨pt.5

masterlist // part 4

word count: 9.7k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, best friends to lovers, smut, oral, blowjob, fingering

Harry was carrying in the few groceries you bought before coming back to your house. He drove you home, since Stephanie had picked you up earlier. You both had a pretty good and believable excuse to not attend the after dinner celebration with everyone. Nobody questioned it, not even the fact Harry was driving you home. They didn’t care, and you were glad.

“Can you put that stuff up, please?” You asked with a sweet voice as you shut the door behind Harry and turned the lock.

He sat the bags on the countertop and gave you a glance. “Yeah, I got it.”

“M’gonna go use the bathroom and.. wash my face off.” You sat mid stretch, your body starting to ache from the long day you had.

“Meet you on the bed, darling.” He smiled back, making your cheeks flush a little.

You left him in the kitchen and made your way to the bathroom in the hallway. Your apartment was about the same size as his, but you had a roommate that shared the space with you. Harry lived alone, which made things a lot easier when it came to being with him privately. It’s not a regular thing for your roommate to be gone for the weekend, so you were taking advantage of it.

Harry put away the ice cream, grapes, and the other random assortment of items you bought, while you were washing your face free of makeup and taking care of your business. Once he was finished, he pulled off his shoes and cut off the kitchen light before heading to your bedroom. He always enjoyed staying with you because he thought your bed was way more comfortable than his. You had thick, fluffy pillows, a cozy comforter, and a few stuffed animals that embarrassed you, but he thought they were adorable.

He took his shirt off and laid it over the back of your vanity chair, along with his jeans. He knew he had a few clothing items here, so he went to the usual drawer they were in to find them. The bottom drawer of your dresser was the spot you kept his clothes in. You had way more clothes at his place than he did here, but you were over there more than he was here so it made sense. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants, the only pair actually, and slid them up his legs. You had gotten to where you didn’t want him to wear a shirt, for obvious reasons.. things had changed and you particularly enjoyed touching his bare skin while you slept.

You tossed the hand towel you used to wash your face into the hamper before stepping out of the bathroom. When you appeared in your bedroom door, Harry was facing away you from on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. You smiled to yourself and took the chance to be a little sneaky. He had no idea you were in the room, he didn’t even hear the bathroom door open when you came out. You ran towards him, the sound of your feet hitting the floor caught him off guard. He looked up just in time to see you leaping on to him.

“Boo!” You screamed as your arm flew around his neck and you tackled him onto the mattress.

He was laughing hard, sort of frightened by your sudden appearance. “Oh, that’s what we’re gonna do, hm?” He said while grabbing your waist.

He was much stronger than you, so it wasn’t a surprise when he overpowered you and rolled you onto your back. His fingers were rubbing against your skin under your shirt, tickling you like it was his only job. And it was a torturing act.

“Harry!” You squealed out, trying to fight him back.

He was enjoying your efforts of trying to push him over, so he let you take over. He fell onto his back on the bed and you quickly climbed on top of him. You were sitting on his thighs, your fingers grabbing and pinching his sides. He was laughing just as hard as you were, and it felt so freeing to be normal with him. All night you had wanted to just touch him like you always do when you're alone and finally you were able to.

Harry tried to take control again by reaching for your waist, but quickly grabbed his wrists and forced his arms down by his head, leaning down to be close to his face.

“Nope!”

He smirked. “You can’t hold me down forever, peach.”

“Says who?”

“Your arms are gonna get tired.” He chuckled back, admiring how pretty you looked with flushed cheeks and a big grin.

“You’re calling me weak? That’s so mean.” You faked an eye roll and a pout, which made him laugh a little more.

“Just being honest, honeybun.”

Hearing him say one of the more special and affectionate pet names made your heart skip a beat. He had avoided them most of the night, and you noticed. It was for obvious reasons, but it still sucked that you couldn’t hear the names you adored. He noticed how you were looking at him, and it was a familiar look.

He lifted a brow gently. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Don’t need you to. M’gonna beat you.”

Harry’s chuckle made you grin, and it was motivation for you to overpower him. He started laughing again, shaking his head in disbelief. You leaned down to his face and pressed a gentle kiss onto his dimple. The corner of his mouth pulled upward to a smirk, making you blush. You lifted yourself back up, hands still gripping his wrists to keep him down.

“That’s not fair, y’know.” He said with a cock of his eyebrow.

“What’s not?”

His eyes were full of stars, and you realized it was the same look he had given you that very first time he kissed you. It was the exact way your eyes look whenever you’re admiring him.

“Teasing me.. could’ve given me a little more.”

You grinned, then rolled your eyes again. “You’re so greedy.”

“C’mon.. just give me one more.”

The thought of you being in control was intimidating, yet intriguing. You could do whatever you wanted, and you knew he’d support it. You let out a breathy laugh, amused by his fake pout and pleading eyes. Without saying a word, you lowered yourself again. This time, you moved more slowly. He huffed as you brushed his lips against his cheek, but didn’t touch his skin. He wanted your lips on his, and you knew that, but you were debating on giving in to him. It would be cruel to not give him what he wanted, because he would easily give you whatever you asked for. You smiled sweetly, then carefully placed your pouted lips onto his. He grunted, trying to part his lips to let his tongue come out, but you shook your head. You didn’t want to give away too much just yet.

“You’re so mean.” He muttered while you moved away from his mouth.

“You’ll be okay. You’re a big boy, you can take it.”

“You should let me go.” He said with a smile, his dimples sinking deep in his cheeks.

“And why should i?” You scoffed, trying to keep your guard up but it wasn’t working. He could tell you were wanting to do something more than this.

“Just trust me.”

“No.” You shook your head. “You’re gonna try to win and I’m not letting you.”

Harry smiled back, trying to get you to understand his intentions without saying anything directly. “C’mon, just for a minute? Promise I won’t tickle you.”

You snarled at him, thinking about what tricks he could be planning behind that sweet smile. “If you do.. I’m going to attack you.”

“I promise I won't.” He laughed through his words as you let up your hold on his wrists, not sure what he was wanting to do.

You let out a squeal as he swiftly sat up and locked an arm around your back to keep you in place. He grabbed your hips and moved your body up his legs so that you were sitting on his crotch, feeling his growing bulge beneath you. It wasn’t hard yet, but you could tell it was different than usual.

“Harry.” You nervously whispered as your hand held onto his nape for support. He wasn’t going to let you slip, and you knew that, but you were anxious.

“It’s been too long since I’ve really got to kiss you, darling.” He said in a low voice, his lips pressing into the corner of your mouth.

“Tryin’ to be sweet to me, hmm?” You said with a smile as you moved your other hand onto his neck, feeling his warm skin and strong pulse beating against your palm was comforting.

“Always, peach.”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” You breathed out softly, closing your eyes as your forehead pressed onto his.

He chuckled a little, digging his fingertips into your waist. “What do you mean?”

You shook your head and moved so your mouth was next to his ear. Your hand shifted to his shoulder, and you held on to him for dear life. If you let go, you feared he’d disappear and this would all be a dream.

“You.. you keep making me want to.. to risk everything.”

He furrowed his brows a bit, even though you couldn’t see them. “Darling, I told you.. it’s fine. And.. and if you don’t want.. to do anything, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

You didn’t say anything, which caused him to start worrying. Did he take it too far too soon? You had only had two intimate moments, he didn’t consider the usual cuddling or the new occasional kissing to be too intense. He was afraid you’d hate him for doing this.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He finally huffed out as you stayed quiet.

You whined when he let you go, trying to silently tell you that you could move off his lap. “No, Harry.”

“Honey, you’re.. you’re confusing me a bit.” He reached up to grab your jaw and tilt your head back, not wanting to repeat the same conversation as before - but he had to make sure you were on board. “Do you wanna do things like this? Nothing.. nothing has to be at risk.”

You groaned, your nails gently scraping at his shoulder. “Of course I do.. you know that I do.”

He smiled when you gave him a pout. “Then trust me.. and trust yourself. If you want to.. then you’ll know.”

“I do.. I know I do.”

“Okay. Then.. don’t worry about it, alright? Everything is going to be alright.”

You took a deep breath and let your head fall back. You pushed it out along with a groan that made him chuckle and squeeze your waist on either side.

“This is so frustrating.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way.” He reminded you, again. “Just let loose with me.. It’s just us in here, nobody’s watching.”

Nothing left your mouth as you leaned forward, falling against his body. He was smirking as your other hand started trailing up his chest. You were slow and methodical with your movement, making sure you felt every groove, dip, and shape of his toned body

“Kiss me, please.” You whispered against his chin, wanting nothing more than to get lost in his mouth.

Without any more hesitation, he moved his mouth onto yours and started synching his lips with how yours moved. It was as magical as ever, and for some reason this felt even more special. You grunted gently as he gave your waist a hard squeeze, making sure your body was as close as it could get to his.

Harry wasn’t being shy with where his hands went, and you were perfectly okay with that. He was switching between gripping your hips and rubbing up and down your sides. Each time his hands would return to your hips, he’d push you down a little, trying to create a little friction.

“Harry.” You gasped suddenly, detaching your lips from his.

He looked at you with a bit of worry, not sure if he was going too far. He knew you could feel his hardening bulge. When you glanced down, he licked his lips and shook his head.

“Sorry.”

You frowned a little. “What?”

“Is.. is this too much?’

You hated seeing that look on his face - like he was ashamed or embarrassed about what he was doing. You put on a smile and grabbed either side of his face, pulling it to yours. Harry groaned into the kiss, surprised that you pushed your tongue that far into his mouth. When you tore away from him, you gasped and dug your hips harder into him.

“No, it’s fine.” You muttered back, shocked by the amount of friction it caused to your clit.

“Sure?”

“Yeah.. feels nice.” You said with blushing cheeks and a cute smile.

He chuckled back, helping you move your hips back and forth on top of him. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, are you okay with it?”

Harry let out a laugh and answered by pulling you back in for a sloppy kiss. It was amazing to experience this with him. You were getting bolts of pleasure shooting through your body as the right amount of pressure would cause a satisfying rub to your clit. Harry’s pajama pants were thin, and so were your panties. He could feel how wet you were getting, how warm you were - and it was driving him mad. If you had put on shorts instead of a big t-shirt, he wouldn’t have been able to notice it and maybe he wouldn’t be this affected. He didn’t mind, in fact he was quite excited about it. Would anything come from it? He wasn’t sure and he was okay if it didn’t, but at least the grinding would be a nice sensation for you both.

“Harry, please.” You mumbled out as you pulled away from his mouth, your fingers digging into his neck on either side.

“What is it, darling?”

“Please, I.. I want.. you to touch me.” Your words were soft as you tried to catch your breath.

He licked his lips. “Like last time?”

You nodded quickly. “Mhm, please.”

“Okay, sure. I’d love to.”

A grin covered your lips as you met his stare. “Pretty please.”

“Don’t have to beg me, darling.” His wink made your heart skip a beat. “Wanna lay down?”

“Mhm.”

He bit down on his cheek as you climbed off his lap and crawled away from him. He followed you, allowing you to get situated how you wanted of course. You ended up laying all the way down, your head on the pillow until his arm slid underneath you. It was just like last time. He was as close as he could get, and you adored that.

“Eager, hm?” He said with a chuckle as you grabbed his wrist and brought it onto your stomach.

“Something like that.” You muttered back as you turned your head towards him.

“Do you want the cover on you?”

“No, it’s too hot.”

You pulled your t-shirt up, bunching the fabric together just below your boobs. You weren’t comfortable just yet with being completely exposed to him, and he was okay with that. As long as you were content, he was fine with whatever you decided on.

“Hmm, that tickles.” You let out a gentle laugh while he was rubbing his hand in a circle over your stomach.

“I could just look at your tummy and you’d get ticklish, hm?” He pressed his lips on your temple.

“Hey, um.. can.. can you do it more than once time?” Your sudden question made him smirk.

“As many times as you want, darling.”

He wasted no time. Hesitation would only make you feel more nervous, and he didn’t want that. You took a deep breath as his hand moved between your parted legs. You lifted a knee up, letting your leg rest against his as he gave you a few gentle pats. Each one made you jolt a little. He was watching your face closely, making sure you were liking what he was doing.

“Already excited, hm?” He asked with a teasing chuckle as his fingers rubbed against the fabric of your panties - you were soaking through just a bit.

“Please.” You whisper softly as your hand moves to his forearm. You wanted to feel him, hold on to him to convince yourself this was real.

He drew his hand away for a moment, just to sit it over your navel. “Remember what I told you last time?”

You nod lightly. “I’m in charge.”

“Exactly.” He shifted his head so he could kiss your lips for just a moment. You wished it had been for longer. “You’re the boss, got it?”

“Got it.”

He pecked your cheek before sliding his hand down again. His fingers hit the waistband of your underwear and you took a deep breath.

“Keeping these on?” He muttered as his finger hooked under the thin edge.

You pushed out the breath. “Yeah.. I.. I like seeing your hand in them.”

Harry’s eyebrows lifted and he gave a you a grin. “Oh, really? Someone’s a little dirty, hm?”

Your cheeks caught flames and you sunk your nails into his arm. “Harry, stop!”

He was amused by your embarrassed whine. “Don’t be shy, doll. Got a little dirty mind.. s’cute.”

The eye roll you gave him was partially playful. “Don’t be a butt right now.”

“M’not, darling. It’s just really.. hot to hear you say you like seeing my hand in your panties.”

You craned your neck to look up at him. His eyes were staring directly at you, of course, and it made your stomach churn with excitement. A smirk was toying on his lips.

“Please, m’gonna go crazy if you don’t start.”

He felt himself twitch, but he ignored it and tried to stay calm. This was about you and your pleasure, right now he didn’t care about himself. He quickly brought his fingers to his mouth and spit on them, which got your heart racing.

“Please.” You mumbled out again as he finally slipped his hand under the cotton fabric, your toes were already curling from the anticipation.

“Mmm, you’re so warm, darling.” He whispered to you while his fingers began exploring your small folds. As much as he wanted to see you bare, he was appreciating the feeling of every inch of you - every contour, every thin piece of skin, every single thing. “Fuck, and so wet for me, yeah?”

“Mhm, for you.” You uttered out through a whine, wishing he’d stop the teasing.

A moan fell past your lips as Harry began circling two fingers around your clit. He started off slow, but it didn’t stay that way for long. You grunted as he sped up, pressing down harder to give you the best feelings. His eyes were glued to your face as you squeezed your eyes shut and let out a continuous string of soft moans from your parted lips. He wanted to kiss them, wanted to make them red and swollen, but he was too focused on his movements. Besides, he adored watching you like this - the way your eyebrows knitted together, how your nose scrunched up, and how your teeth would bite down on your bottom lip. He admired every second of it.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah? Feel good, darling?”

Harry chuckled a little at your moan. Your legs were moving around, your face was almost in the crook of his neck. Thoughts were filling his mind of things he wanted to do to you one day. He thought about how pretty you look down there, and he hoped he could see it soon. There were ideas of how you tasted, how you felt inside - he even wondered what your breasts were like. He knew he’d love them no matter what, and he was patiently waiting for the day you’ll show him. He tried to stay focused, but it was difficult.

Your nails scratched down his arm until your hand was tightly squeezing his wrist. It wasn’t preventing him from moving though, he didn't let up one bit. Moans filled the room as he added a third finger to your clit, just to be sure he was giving you enough friction. And he definitely was.

“Oh, Harry, please!” You cried out as he was pulling you to the edge.

“Want you to cum for me, peach, okay? Cum all over my fingers.”

You gasped suddenly, a bolt of electricity shot through your body. The pleasure was intense and magical, it couldn’t get better than this. Harry gave you a little grunt as you reached up to his neck to grab a hold of him.

“Please, please, kiss me, Harry.” You begged in between moans.

He gladly obliged and let you pull him down to your lips. His tongue swept into your mouth, and immediately you were exploding inside. It was so, so close. Harry kept his speed consistent as his mouth moved with yours. There was nothing you wanted more than to melt into him.

“Oh, fuck.” You tore your mouth from his, but didn’t move it.

His forehead pushed on yours as you moaned his name again, making his chest tighten up. “Close, darling? Cum for me.”

“Harry!” You squealed the second you felt your nerves electrify - waves of pleasure rushing through. His filthy words were working.

Your lips were rubbing against the corner of his mouth as you struggled to get your words out. “Fuck, Harry, m’cumming. I’m- I’m cumming, Harry.”

As you fell apart, he kept his pace and rubbed through your orgasm. You were throbbing and tingling, the feeling was intense you were becoming numb. He eased up on you, coming to a stop as your thighs squeezed together. He leaned his head back just a little to get a better look at you. Of course it was a glorious sight - your eyes were hardly opened as you sucked in and pushed out quick breaths. Your lips were a little swollen, and a bit of drool had collected in the corner of your mouth. He decided to give you a peck, just so he could he lick it up. It made you giggle, but you were still trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck.” You muttered when he pulled himself back up. “That’s.. amazing.”

“Yeah? Feel good?”

Your eyes moved to his and you gave him a gentle shake of your head. “Good? No.. incredible.”

His lips shaped to a smile, he was both proud of himself for making you feel nice and glad that you were this pleased. “Wanna go again?”

You let your thighs relax, but you quickly moved your hand to his - which was still in your panties. He laughed a little as your nails dug into his skin.

“Not yet.. need a bit.. to relax.”

After a few quiet moments, you brought your hand back up to your stomach and let it rest there. Harry’s hand was covering you entirely, but not pressing down hard enough to irritate your clit. He didn’t want to overdo it while you were recovering.

“Thank you.. so.. so much.” You said with a blushing smile as you finally regained some of your awareness and found his eyes.

“Don’t have to thank me.” He said back in a soft voice.

You didn’t respond, only because you were getting lost in his eyes. He was so handsome, and you felt incredibly lucky to be this close to him. Not only that, but you felt like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have him all to yourself. There was a part of you that was very anxious about everything. You could lose him at any point. Someone could run into him randomly at a store and he could fall in love.. You feared that. It would be devastating to lose him. But for now, you focused on the fact he was actually here with you. He was all yours, even if it is just for now.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked quietly, his brows softly furrowing as he watched your facial expression shift.

“Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He didn’t believe you, but he chose not to pester you.

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, so you pushed all those thoughts away and let other ones come to the front of your mind. Harry smiled as you suddenly became very flushed and nervous.

“Can.. um.. can you..” You thought you were brave enough, but you weren’t.

Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead. “What is it, peach? Hmm?”

You shrugged lightly, not wanting to say it anymore. There was no point in trying to avoid it, though, especially since you wanted to bring it up so bad. You wanted to try it again and hopefully succeed at it. Last time, you figured you were too overwhelmed by everything to even focus on it. But now, even though it was only the second time, you wanted to try it.

“Your finger.. can you.. put it in for just a little bit? Wanna try.. to take it this time.”

Harry made sure to smile sweetly when you looked back at him. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Promise, m’sure.”

He nodded gently, but didn’t say anything. You felt a lump begin to form in your throat. Did he not want to do it? Surely, you thought, he would be okay with that. Besides, he was the one who suggested it last time. Before you had time to worry too much, he finally spoke.

“Can.. can I ask you something first?”

“Yeah, ‘course.” The nervousness only got a bit worse.

Harry took a breath and glanced away from your eyes for a quick moment. You could tell he was also a bit unsure in the moment. You were worried that something bad would happen.

“Are you a virgin? I.. I don’t want to hurt you.” His words were soft, and his eyes were staring at you intensely again. He was worried, that was it.

“No.. just.. did it twice, though.” You told him, despite not wanting to admit to him that you had very little experience. That wasn’t his concern, though.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He furrowed his brows a bit, making sure you knew he was being serious.

“Okay, I will.”

“Are you ready?”

You figured you were calm enough to start again. He took your nod as a sign of permission. There was a new, much higher level of sensitivity present now. Harry’s middle finger was gently rubbing through you, collecting your wetness on his skin.

“Gonna go slow, okay?”’ He said in a mumble as he gently rubbed the tip of his finger around your opening.

“Okay.. I’ll be fine.” You told him with a smile, but he was still nervous about the possibility of harming you.

He carefully slid his finger inside of you, going as slow as he could. He was very attentive to everything - from the little grunts you let out to the natural clenching you were doing. The last thing he wanted was to go too fast.

“Oh.” You gasped as his knuckle suddenly hit you. You hadn’t realized he was all the way in.

“Are you okay?”

You curled your hand around his elbow. “Mhm.”

He wasn’t sure if you were being honest with him, but at the same time he didn’t want to upset you - so, he pulled his finger out halfway, then pushed it back in. You whimpered, but weren’t seeming to be in any major pain.

“Just gotta get used to it, yeah?” He said comfortingly, trying his best to be there for you in case you were becoming nervous. You were actually okay, for now. “Do you do this yourself?”

You shook your head softly. “Not.. not a lot.. and.. your finger’s.. bigger than mine.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know.. Promise me it’s good?”

“Promise, Harry.”

Once he had done it a few times, and he realized you were really okay and comfortable, he started going a little faster. You moaned softly, turning your head so that it was against his neck. He hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten until your lips were brushing his skin.

“I’ll take good care of you, yeah?” He said with a low, rumbling voice that made your stomach bubble. “Make everything feel so good.”

“Yeah.. feels great, Harry.” You assured him with a quick kiss to his skin.

He kept on, making sure his finger wasn’t jabbing into you. His movements were easy, gentle, and purposeful - his intention was to make you feel good. That pleasure was his focus, and it seemed like he was doing a good job at it by the way you were reacting.

“Oh, Harry.” You muttered out, your voice barely audible.

He smiled to himself and carefully pushed his finger in. You grunted when he didn’t retract it, he was frozen. You opened your eyes and moved your head to find his face. He was watching you, chuckling as you let out a whine and pinched his skin.

“Do you want to try a second one?” He asked in a calming voice, a slight lift of his brow followed his words.

You didn’t hesitate, just gave him a quick nod. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against a second one. You held your breath as he toyed at your opening for a moment, before finally pushing them back in. The feeling was different than when you did two of your own fingers. You rarely did that anyways, so it was almost a foreign sensation altogether.

“Is this okay?”

“Mhm, s’good.” You wanted to let out a moan but you didn’t. There was a small voice in your head that kept repeating: keep it together, don’t be too loud. You didn’t want to sound desperate, no matter how amazing it felt.

Harry was utterly amazed by how incredible you looked while taking his fingers like this. He was lost in his thoughts about the things he wanted to do with you, but he kept a piece of his attention locked on you. Your mind was practically spinning at this point, the pleasure was taking over.

You didn’t care how many fingers he had in or how fast he went, you were extremely sensitive and he was working to make that feeling even stronger. Your eyes rolled back as you felt a sudden wave ripple through your body. You snuck your hand into your panties, shoving beneath his to rub your clit. He bit down on his cheek as he watched you pleasure yourself. Within a few seconds, your thighs were shaking and your head was thrashing.

“Harry!” You squealed out as your fingers moved as quick as they could.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He uttered as your walls clenched around his fingers as hard as you could. It wasn’t something you could control in the moment, but he was eating it up.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You quickly grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand away.

He obliged and took his hand out of your underwear. You were still holding onto his wrist, and as you moved his hand closer to you, the glistening of your release on his skin caught your eye. Something inside of you sparked, and it was the most glorious sight you’d ever seen.

“Look at that.. covered me.” He said with a soft chuckle, just as amazed as you were.

You swallowed, trying to calm yourself down but your chest was still rapidly lifting and falling. “It.. was.. insane.”

A smile grew on his lips and he leaned down to press a kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You grunted, appreciating his care for you but wishing he wouldn’t ask that again. “No.. I love your fingers.”

“I already knew that, peach.” He shifted his eyes to his hand. “You’ve always had a thing for my hands, hm? Love holding them.. touching them.. love them in your panties.”

“Fuck.. please, don’t.. tease me right now.” You couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

Part of your mind was still foggy and trying to recover from the intense sensations your body endured just moments ago. And you weren't sure if your newest thoughts were due to that haze, or if you were thinking about them before.. You pulled Harry’s hand closer to your face, which made him very intrigued. He watched you carefully, not sure what to expect.

Perhaps you were just amazed by the amount that gushed from you, or maybe you were just admiring his fingers. Like he said, you have always loved his hands. But there was something more interesting on your mind, something that he definitely wouldn’t have predicted.

“I want you.. to taste me.” You said with a bold confidence that you were even surprised by.

Harry’s eyes shot to yours, and he didn’t hesitate. Your hand slid down to his forearm, still gripping him, as he brought his fingers to his mouth. He stuck them in one at a time, sucking them clean of your release. His eyes were fixed on yours the entire time, never once did he tear them away. You felt butterflies swarming in your stomach as he finished, licking his lips clean, too.

There was a silence, and you were afraid maybe he didn’t like it. He lowered his hand, moving it onto your neck to shift your head. He smirked, clearly satisfied by his experience.

“Sweet like a peach.”

Courage and lust were battling for control as you swiftly sat up and began trying to climb on top of him. His hands grabbed your body as he moved himself up against the headboard and your fluffy pillows. Before either of you realized it, you were on top of his lap again. But this time you were starving for him. You sat aside your worries and all those thoughts that were clogging your mind and you just kissed him.

Time was lost. All you could focus on was his tongue sliding against yours and his hands roaming your body. You felt him in his underwear, how stiff and ready he was. There were no other ideas in your mind - nothing you wanted more than him. Harry pulled back from your kiss as you grind your crotch against him. He looked down to witness it, and he felt like he could explode. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you looked down, too. It was definitely a sight to see.. something you could have never imagined weeks ago.

“Baby.” His deep, warm voice made your heart melt.

You found his eyes and smiled as you saw how desperate he appeared. You moved your fingers into his hair, rubbing the back of his head as he pulled you forward.

“Can I see you?” He asked, lifting his brows.

You gulped quietly, trying to avoid any anxious feelings from building up. You parted your lips to speak, but no words came out. His big, heavy hands were under your shirt already, but as he moved them up your waist close to your breasts, you realized what he meant.

“Just.. just want to see you.” He said in a softer voice, almost like he regretted asking. “You’re so gorgeous.. everywhere.. I just know it.”

After staring at him for a few long moments, wondering why you were being so hesitant towards this, you finally gave him a nod. He happily smiled and started pulling your shirt over your head. When you felt the cool air hit your skin, you shivered and twisted your fingers in his hair. He grunted as you gave him a gentle tug. His eyes dropped down your body slowly, soaking up the new found territory.

“Am.. am I.. okay?” You asked through a whisper.

He lifted his head and gave you a gentle laugh. “Okay? Baby, you're perfect.”

You gasped as his lips began attacking your neck. He sucked marks and left kisses all over your skin as he moved down your neck, over your collarbones, and ending up on your breasts. His hand pressed into your back as he shoved his face into your boobs, spreading his affection as much as he could. Your head fell back and you moaned as his teeth bit into your delicate skin, and his lips wrapped around your nipple.

Harry was not expecting to feel your hand brushing over his crotch. He tore away from your boob and gave you a curious look. Even when you climbed on to his lap, he wasn’t sure if it would lead to anything. You had been taking things slow and he was okay with that.

“I want to see you.” You said with a giggle as you repeated his request.

He licked his lips and smirked back. “Go ahead.”

You put on a brave front and reached into his underwear. As your hand wrapped around him, you were taken aback by the size and the feeling. It was much different than you imagined it would be. It was heavier and bigger than you expected, but not dangerously big. You were somewhat confident.

“You’ve had sex..but have you..” His voice trailed off and when you looked up at him, he was looking down at the bed. He was shaking his head to himself.

“Given a blow job?” You said suddenly, making his gaze dart back to yours.

He dropped his brows, his eyes intensely watching yours. “Yeah.”

As much as you wanted to show him you weren’t a first timer, that you were capable of doing all those hot, sexy things with him.. you were out of your comfort zone and knowledge with this one. You thought back to your previous situations and how you weren’t willing to do it then. Maybe you were just more afraid back then, or maybe you thought those relationships would go further and eventually you’d get the chance to. You hadn’t realized your eyes fell from his until you blinked and saw you were looking at the pillow next to him.

“I.. I’ve never..” You muttered back, feeling like you just took a massive hit to your gut. Was this the stopping point?

Harry reached up and carefully placed his hand on your neck. Your gaze moved back to his face and he gave you a soft, comforting smile.

“You don’t have to.”

You huffed back. “But I want to.. can you tell me how? Tell me.. what you like?”

He pushed your body closer to his, igniting a kiss. You squeezed him, and that alone would have made him cum if he hadn’t drilled into his mind that he would be patient with you, and for you.

“Just.. do what you think I’d like.” He said as you slowed the kiss to a stop.

“What if I don’t do it right?”

He smiled, amused by your innocence but excited for your intentions. “Trust me.. you won’t mess up.”

“Okay.” You fought off the nerves and just moved around until you were sitting between his spread legs and your knees were digging into the mattress.

“Damn.” Harry groaned as he helped you pull himself out of his underwear. “You’re so hot.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully smiled. You were glad he was just as excited as you were, but there was an ounce of worry you were struggling with. Of course you knew what to do, but the issue was doing it right..

“There you go.” He mumbled as you started to pump his length.

Your eyes were locked on him. He was reacting well to your hand, especially as you gripped it and squeezed in different spots. You were familiar with this part, it was the next portion that was intimidating.

Harry kept his eyes on you as licked your thick lips and leaned down to his cock. Before he could process one more second, your lips were enveloped around him. You sucked on his tip for a few seconds before letting it pop out, then your tongue swiped up his entire length. He let out a heavy groan and let his head fall back. That told you enough - you were doing it right.

“Fuck, peach.” The way he moaned that silly, but very special, pet name made your heart start to race. “You.. are you sure you’ve.. never done this?”

You dug your nails into his thigh as you twirled your tongue around him. He was lost in the bliss, but he wanted to watch you. You could feel his stare, but it only made you more motivated to do a good job. There wasn’t much anxiety hanging around now, you were fine. You liked the way it felt to have your mouth full of him. There was no way this would be the last time you’d do this.

Harry was falling apart above you. Moans and grunts filled the air as he gripped the sheet with one hand. The other was combing through your hair, pushing it out of the way as you sucked him until your cheeks were hollow. Your face was flushed and your lips swollen. But it was a beautiful scene in his eyes. You scooted yourself back, allowing for easier access. He just watched in awe as you gave him your first blow job. He was sure nobody’s first one was as good as yours. It was unbelievable.

“There you go, fuck, babe.” Harry moaned out as you flicked your tongue over the slit in his tip.

He was starting to convince himself this wasn’t real. How could it be possible that you’re propped up on the bed with your mouth around his cock and your ass sticking in the air? He tried so hard to not come undone, not yet at least - it was too soon.

“Fuck, baby.. you gotta stop.” He grabbed your head and pulled you up. “M’gonna cum if you don’t.”

You pouted and tried to take him back in your mouth, but he didn’t let you. “I want you to.”

He was breathing heavily, trying to compose himself. “Right now or when.. we..”

As your eyes widened, his words came to a halt. He looked away from you for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Did you want to go all the way? He definitely knew he did, but he’d be fine if you chose not to. You let go of his cock and wiped your hand on your thigh. There was spit on your skin and all over your lips. You threw your leg over his and returned to your previous spot. Without speaking, you grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours. You didn’t kiss him, just leaned close enough so they touched.

“I want you, please.”

The sound he made resembled a growl. You squealed as he grabbed you by your waist and pushed you onto the bed. He was quick to climb over you, his lips sucking a line down your arm as his fingers toyed with your panties. Your fingers curved over his jaw as he bit down on your wrist just slightly, making you wince. He pressed a kiss over each of your fingertips before lowering himself between your legs.

He grabbed your knees and pushed your legs upward. You took a deep breath as you felt his lips press on your covered clit. He pecked a line of kisses down your panties, until he reached your butt. You held your hand over your breast as he sucked a mark onto your cheek, biting down again just enough to make your toes curl.

“Harry, please.” You breathlessly begged, your hand searching for his. You grabbed his wrist and held onto him.

He flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your panties, the pressure of his tongue made you tingle. You needed more of him, you needed to feel him.. He sat up on his knees and quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties. You locked eyes as he slid them off your legs and threw them down. He pushed your knees apart and fell forward, his mouth meeting yours for a few seconds.

You grabbed his face with both hands, holding him still as you pushed your forehead on his. “I want this.. so bad.”

He chuckled softly, his lips curving to a smile. “I want this, too, peach.”

“Peach.” You muttered back, your heart melting in your chest.

“Always my little peach, aren’t you?” He whispered through his smile. “Gonna eat you up, peach.”

“Please.”

He kissed you again for a moment before grabbing the backs of your knees to hold your legs up. You nervously laughed as he stared down at your exposed body. He could hardly believe this was real. His stare burned holes through you while he examined the newfound flesh.

“Fuck..” He breathed out while sinking between your legs. “Your pussy’s perfect.”

You shuddered at his filthy comment, your eyes squeezing shut. He glanced up at you, pleased by the fact your fingers were squeezing your breast as you waited patiently for him.

“Soaked for me.. of course.” He smirked to himself as his tongue coated his lips. “M’gonna wreck your sweet pussy, baby.”

Instantly, your eyes fell to the back of your head. Each stroke of his tongue through your folds was taking your breath away. He went slow and delicate at first, in order to appreciate every inch of you.

“Oh, Harry.” You mumbled out as he poked his tongue in your hole, just teasing you a little, before returning to your clit.

He switched between twirling his tongue around your swollen nub and taking it into his mouth to suck on it. Each decision he made was creating waves of pleasure that rippled through your body, head to toe.

You weren’t even sure of the minutes at this point. His sucking and licking and slurping was all you could focus on - and it felt wondrous. It was like your wildest dream had really come true. It was hard to catch your breath. You feel each of his fingers digging into your legs where he held onto you.

His tongue was wide and greedy, not leaving a single spot untouched. He paid a lot of attention to your clit, but eventually began sticking his tongue inside of you. Your eyes were in the back of your head as you groaned and mumbled his name, but you couldn’t hear anything. Your brain was foggy again, this time it was more intense. As the chemicals flooded your brain, your body became weightless. The bed felt like a cloud and stars filled your eyes.

You had never felt this good before. Harry kept on, glancing up every couple seconds to make sure you were enjoying it. The bliss had taken over. He hummed as you blindly searched for his head, then your fingers twisted in his hair. The vibration sends a shock wave through your body. He didn’t want to stop until you had an orgasm, and he was very successful at giving you one.

“Harry, oh!” You squealed as your head thrashed on the pillow and your thighs shook around his head.

The moment your release filled his mouth, he moaned and started to slurp up the mess he made. You could barely feel him anymore, your nerves were shot. He looked up and saw how worn out you appeared, and it made him smirk. His mission was completed - well, somewhat.

He crawled up to be above you, his hungry eyes staring into yours. You wanted to suck his tongue down your throat, but you were so exhausted. You gently grabbed his face with either hand and pulled him down. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but his heart skipped a beat as you placed a few soft pecks on the corner of his mouth.

“Feel okay?” He asked softly while your lips played along his chin.

“Mhm.. amazing.”

He chuckled and carefully nudged your head with his, exposing your neck. He dipped down to press a kiss over your skin. You grunted, wanting to have him closer. You moved your hands to his waist and tried to drag him down. He melted at your touch and let you have control.

“Thank you.” You whispered next to his ear, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to comprehend how any of this was real.

“You’re welcome, peach.”

You moved your hand to his back and gently pressed your nails into his warm skin. “Please.”

He furrowed his brows at your quiet request. “Please, what?”

A huff flew from your lips and it made him smile. You were always a bit stubborn so he wasn’t surprised that you weren’t being straightforward with him. He leaned up, his eyes immediately finding yours. You didn’t have a lot of courage left, but you were trying so hard not to break eye contact. You wanted him more than anything, but you wished he could read your mind.

“Have to tell me what you want, darling.. so that I don’t do something you don’t want.” He explained after a few moments of silence.

You nodded, then closed your eyes. There was not any fear or anxiety, though. You just needed a moment to collect your thoughts and take a short break from all this. Everything you do with Harry is so intense and crazy, even if it’s not intimate. The last thing you wanted was to get suddenly overwhelmed and back out of it.

When your eyes opened, he noticed how soft they were. He licked his lips and lowered his brows, staring at you like he was trying to solve every little problem.

“What’s the matter?” He asked in a low voice.

You shook your head and gave him a smile. “Nothing.”

“Do you.. want to keep going?”

He gulped as he watched you suck in a deep breath. He wanted this as much as you did, perhaps even more. But he knew that this could easily disappear and you could change your mind. There would be no protest on his part, he aimed to always respect you. But right now.. he just wanted you to tell him what you wanted.

“Yes, please.”

Harry slid his hand down to your thigh and he carefully pushed it down so he could settle between your legs. You took in consistent steady breaths in order to stay calm. The weight of his body was comforting, the feeling of his lips pecking across your skin was causing goosebumps to appear. You were easily getting lost in that trance again, the pleasure was taking over your body.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Harry’s voice grabbed your attention and you snapped your eyes open.

He moved to his knees and grabbed his cock. You held your breath as his fingers slipped into you so easily. He moved them around, trying his best to prepare you for what was to come. You were still soaked, so he wasn’t worried about that. He knew it would probably be a little painful at first, but he hoped this would help. He spit in his hand and stroked himself to spread it. Your heart was racing as you watched.

Harry placed his tip at your entrance and bit down on his lip as he watched his head disappear inside of you. You gasped, your fingers twisting into the sheet as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Tell me when to move.” He mumbled.

His hand was rubbing the outside of your thigh as he waited patiently for your response. He didn’t want to rush this at all, and you had to absolutely be comfortable in order for him to go on. You took a few deep breaths and finally nodded to him.

“Go ahead.. please.”

He pushed himself further in, watching your face contort as he stretched you out. He was nervous and afraid to move too quickly. You reached out for him and he couldn’t help but smile. He fell forward, his body covering yours as he went further in. Your hands slipped onto his sides, gripping him tight as he lowered himself to his elbow.

“You okay, peach?”

“Mhm.” You hummed softly as his lips moved to yours for just a few seconds.

He carefully pulled himself out and pushed back in. You let out a grunt and it made him slow his pace.

“Baby.” He uttered quietly against your cheek.

“Keep going.”

He did as you requested, even though he was afraid he was hurting you. You didn’t tell him when you last did this, so he wasn’t sure if you were struggling to get comfortable. He tried not to think about it.

“Peach, is it too much?”

Every time he called you that, your heart melted and you felt like the only girl in the world. You reached up and grabbed his jaw, angling his head up so his eyes could see yours.

“Shh.. keep going.. a little faster.”

He smirked, then obliged. You couldn’t hold in your moans as he filled you up, satisfying a feeling you never knew you could have. Your thumb slipped into the corner of his mouth as he let out a groan.

“Fuck.” Your eyes were falling back as he sped up his movements. You never wanted him to stop.

One of his big hands was glued to your waist as he started to pound into you. The other pressed into the mattress for leverage. You were acting shy at first, hardly touching him, but that quickly faded away. Before you realized how intense it had become, you were scratching across his shoulders and squeezing him hard. Your body was reacting in uncontrollably ways. Every time your walls clenched around his cock, he would groan deep in his throat and buck himself even harder into you. The feelings were overwhelming your body and it was hard to resist the urge to come undone. You wanted to hold out for him, wait a bit longer so he could enjoy it, but you couldn’t hold it in.

“Harry, m’close.” You warned as your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back again.

“Yeah? So tight for me, baby.. gonna make me cum.”

He was hoping to last longer than this, but fucking you was like heaven. He was melting above you, every grunt and gasp for air was taking it out of him. He was ready to empty himself. And you, well, you were so lost in everything. You were sensitive from his previous services, so every thrust felt like a wave of pure pleasure. You weren’t sure of how long it had been going on, all you could feel was his hands on you and his cock sliding in and out.

“Fuck, fuck.” He grunted suddenly, his hand reaching up to cup your jaw.

You coiled your fingers around his wrist, holding on tight as he fucked himself deep, as far as he could go. Your stomach was rolling, your back arching up. He felt you moving beneath him and he knew you were close.

“Harry.. you’re so good.”

“Cum for me, baby girl.” His voice rumbled out.

You opened your eyes and quickly found his intense stare. “Please, please, can I cum, Harry?”

“Yeah, peach, all for me.” He grunted back, just as your pussy squeezed him tight again.

“I’m.. I’m about to.. to cum.” Your brows fell and you let out a beautiful moan, which only made him go faster and harder.

“Cum, baby.. cum all over me.”

Within a few seconds, your toes were curling and your thighs shook against his body. He was very close behind you. You held on as long as you possibly could and now it was finally rushing through you. Watching you cum from his cock was enough to make him erupt. He pulled himself out and emptied his cock on your stomach. You gasped and lifted your head to watch the last few ropes of cum spurt out. The feeling was interesting, and it was very warm on your skin. You gulped softly, hardly believing this was real. Harry grabbed his cock and wiped the end clean. You felt a wave of curiosity rush through you.

“I wanna taste.” You whispered while grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand up to your mouth. You moved so fast that he couldn’t stop you, even though he wouldn’t have anyways..

He grunted as you swiped your tongue over his skin, licking him clean of the drops he collected. All he could think about was the taste of your pussy and how tight it was, and how you closed your pretty lips around his cock and sucked him hard.. Everything that had happened tonight was flooding his mind, replaying in his thoughts and he knew that if he didn’t stop thinking about it, he would bust again.

You grabbed his attention by touching your fingers against his face. “Thank you.”

He laughed a little and shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“Was.. was it.. good?”

“You were incredible, darling.. so tight and wet.. I didn’t stand a chance.” He grinned.

As he relaxed his body onto yours, he felt his cum smearing on his stomach. It didn’t matter right now, he wanted to be close to you.

You looked over his handsome face, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and his lips were swollen. For a moment, you were so in awe of his features and what he just did to you, that you forgot about everything else. But as his green eyes closed and his lips pressed a sweet to yours, you remembered that he was your best friend.. and you just had sex with him.

[a/n: I looove writing this pairing. expect an update soon, but shorter than this one lol. but I am going to return to consistent updating! Life is insane but hopefully I won’t have any more curveballs thrown at me!]

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narrycherries · 2 months ago

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Ahhh!!!! I finally had the chance to sit down and edit/read over the call it what you want update! I’ll be posting it in the morning!! 😄 I love this update so much, I’m super proud of it 😭 (it’s what you’ve been waiting for 🥵) see u soooon!!

*** it’s here!!! Part 5

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narrycherries · 3 months ago

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i had to have a very unexpected surgery recently so i have been unable to post, edit, or work on any updates 😭 i swear i can’t catch a break! 🫠 i’ll post as soon as i’m able to! °-°

⭐️what’s next?⭐️

i’ve gotten a couple of messages about when i’ll be posting new parts for different series, so here’s a list of what’s to come in the next few weeks! (no dates will be listed and there’s no particular order)

-> call it what you want part 5

-> living in a daydream part 5

-> wait for your love (a new short series!)

-> love of my life chapter 2

-> like it’s the only thing i’ll ever do (dadrry series) part 8

if there’s any series you want me to update that’s not listed above, pls let me know! your feedback is what motivates me to update! 💝

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narrycherries · 3 months ago

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::TAGLISTS UPDATE::

if you want to me added (or removed) from one of my tag lists, open this post for more info! 😄

i have taglists available for all of my series as well as a “informed for everything” list! if you want to be added, leave a comment with the series you want to be added to! (yes you can be added to more than 1) // you can also message me if you’d prefer! 💞

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4. call it what you want

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narrycherries · 3 months ago

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⭐️what’s next?⭐️

-> call it what you want part 5

-> living in a daydream part 5

-> wait for your love (a new short series!)

-> love of my life chapter 2

-> like it’s the only thing i’ll ever do (dadrry series) part 8

if there’s any series you want me to update that’s not listed above, pls let me know! your feedback is what motivates me to update! 💝

#harry styles #harry #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurbs #harry styles stuff #harry styles fanfiction #one direction #harry smut #domrry #harry styles imagine #narry #narrycherries #niall horan #new series #update

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narrycherries · 3 months ago

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THIS HEALED ME

Niall watching Harry leave his show | Manchester N2

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narrycherries · 3 months ago

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CHAPTER 1 IS FINALLY POSTED! hope you guys enjoy it! 😁 here it is

🚨 it’s story time!!!!!!

this week I will be officially starting my story “love of my life”!! I am very excited & nervous & hyped & scared… but I know you guys will treat my baby well!

I’ll be rolling out a few posts related to the story (disclaimer/authors message, and a post where I’ll have “the table of contents” & all the posts related to the story linked) then, later on this week, chapter 1 will be released:) 🤍🤍

you’re welcome to ignore these for now, or interact with them. :) taglist is available for this story, let me know if you want to be on it - comment or message me

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love of my life

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✩ chapter 01: begin again ✩

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Wild was an understatement. I had always heard that this city never really stops celebrating, and I learned quickly that it was quite true. It was not the season for the festive parties for Mardi Gras, yet anyone who was visiting would be greatly convinced it was. Stringed beads and glitter covered the streets and broad side walks. The smell of alcohol and fried sweets filled the air. Crowds of people moved so casually down each side of the road. Some were slipping into creepy little corner shops full of odd souvenirs, and others were hopping from one bar to the next.

I chuckled as I witnessed a very interesting woman with a snake wrapped around her neck, people gawked around her to watch. The driver must have heard me, because I caught his glance in the rear view mirror.

“I was surprised when they told me you haven’t spent much time here. It’s.. interesting, innit?” He smirked gently as he continued to travel towards the destination.

“Uh, yeah.” I shrugged slightly. “In the band.. we never had time to appreciate a lot of the cities. We always had to leave the next morning. And I.. haven’t ever made time to come here on my own either.”

He nodded as he listened to me. I didn’t know him well, he just started working with my travel team. “You’ll enjoy it. Two weeks, right?”

“Yeah. I wanted to.. explore and.. y’know, see as much as I can.”

“Where ya off to after this?” He was curious, which wasn’t surprising.

I thought for a moment. “If all goes well.. I’ll be off to Sydney. I want to.. travel more.” I lifted a brow as I said that last part.

Traveling was not anything new to me, but this sort of journeying was. I barely ever had the chance to do my own things in these cities. It’s usually all work and show related, but I wanted to change that. The world is full of incredible places, and New Orleans is like no other. I wanted to drive through the most touristy parts and see some staple spots before going to the hotel.

“I’ve been here a couple of times. They’ve got some epic drinking spots.”

I laughed at his statement. “M’not really here to get drunk.. at least not every night.”

“Well, lucky for you, they have some incredible restaurants and tourist spots. The cathedral is pretty damn awesome. My wife loves the French market. Aye, the ghost tours are fun, too.”

“I have plans to do all of that.” I smiled as he looked at me in the mirror again. “I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.”

The ride became silent again as I sighed heavily and rested my temple against the cold glass window. My eyes lazily gazed over people as we passed by. I could see into a store or restaurant every now and again, but eventually my eyes started to close. I felt like I had a ton of bricks on each eyelid. Sleep was taking over me before I even knew it.

My dream consisted of nothing specific. I could hardly remember any of it when I felt the car come to a stop - my body naturally reacting to the sudden stop of motion. I grunted as I peeled my eyelids back and came to my senses.

“Well, sir, it looks like we have arrived at your hotel.” His demeanor changed and suddenly he returned to a more professional behavior. It was almost as if our previous conversation never existed.

My eyes moved to look out of the dark tinted window and I was amazed by the beauty of the hotel. I shook my head at the extravagant exterior, only expecting the inside to be just as magnificent. My manager loves to say that the best deserve the best. I have yet to discover what I am best at.

As usual, and against my will, I had no involvement in unloading my luggage from the black suv that followed us all the way from the airport. I requested to be alone on this trip, but my team feared for my safety. My personal bodyguard is with me, and he is also being treated to a grand room here at this fancy hotel. I would never give him any less than myself. The driver is also in town, but only for the night. He will fly out in the morning and probably meet me again in Sydney.

“Mr. Styles, what an honor to serve you. Here, let me gather your bags.” Some guy in a suit met me at the door with a gold luggage cart.

I didn’t reply to him, only because I was tired. I walked inside of the impressive building with Chris hot on my heels. He stood close to me as I went to the reception desk. The older woman smiled kindly at me and got her hands positioned on the keyboard.

“Hello sir. We are so pleased to have you.” Her welcoming smile grew bigger. “You have to be Mr. Harry Styles, yes?”

“Um, yes ma’am, that’s me.” I slightly smiled back at her.

“Let me get your suite pulled up. I believe you booked one of the larger suites.”

I nodded. “Yes, that sounds right.”

She typed on the keyboard for a few moments, searching for my reservation to confirm my presence. I looked over my shoulder at Chris, who was standing broad and ready to pounce behind me.

“I’m sorry they made me come. I know you want your privacy.”

I shook my head lightly. “S’fine. I know the risks of being alone.”

“Here you go, Mr. Styles.” The woman caught my attention.

When I looked back at her, she extended her hand out and I saw she held the key to my room. I took it from her and gave the extra one to Chris. He slid it in his pocket quickly.

“Um, I should have another suite as well.” I said politely as she stared at me, seeming to be lost.

“Oh!” She looked at the screen. “That’s right. Here you go.” She passed me to two keys for Chris’s room, still eyeing me intensely.

Great, a new fan..

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The balcony offered a refreshing change of pace. The cool breeze kept pushing my hair around, which I didn’t mind. I was high up enough that nobody could possibly recognize me with the naked eye. The city was glowing down below. This is a view I would never get from a stage. It’s incredible and relaxing, definitely something I need to see. I should escape more often. I wondered about the tourists and the locals. I wondered how long they stayed out partying and dancing in bars. Did the locals enjoy having tourists constantly, were they amused by them? Or were they tired of it? Surely not, I find it entertaining to observe people. What was it like to be so carefree and relaxed? Would it ever be possible for me to do that, to go out on the streets and enjoy myself without the fear of someone recognizing me or a crowd of girls flooding around me? Perhaps I’d take the risk while I’m here.

I sat down in one of the comfortable chairs and relaxed my back. I appreciated the view, truly - it was incredible. Just as I was about to close my eyes to soak up some of the peace, my phone buzzed on the table beside me. I picked it up and smiled when I saw the name.

“Mum, hi.”

“Hello, sweetie. Have you gotten settled?” I could hear the big smile on her mouth.

“Yeah. I’m enjoying the view now.” I chuckled lowly.

“Send me pictures, darling! I hope you have so much fun.”

“I will try to.. and you know I will send you every picture I take, Mum.”

She laughed for a moment, then sighed. “Your sister is in New York.. you’re gone.. I feel so alone.”

“I’ll call you everyday.. always do.”

“I know that, lovey.”

I slowly trailed my finger across my pants leg as I thought about something that was heavy on my mind. Mum could sense everything, even when she’s thousands of miles away. I wasn’t shocked to hear her ask me what was wrong.

“Harry, did you hear me, honey?” She sounded concerned.

“Um.. M’fine.”

“Don’t lie to me, baby.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Should I tell her? She is my mother, so it isn’t like she’ll judge me or anything. But I don’t want her to over think or get her hopes up for any reason. I gulped quietly as I made a decision.

“Just sorta.. hoping that I fall in love, Mum. Real love.”

“Honey, don’t rush yourself into anything. I know this past year has been.. hard.. but focus on yourself.. not on a relationship.”

“I dunno. I feel different here already.. This place could change everything.” I bit my cheek as I said those thoughts out loud.

“Any place could change everything, Harry. Be safe, have fun. I love you.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll try to.”

Any place could change everything.. Then why hasn’t anything changed? I’ve been to countless places trying to get away from the reality of a damaged heart, but nowhere has made a difference.

The shower I had before bed was much needed. The water burned my skin and calmed my muscles. I could’ve wasted away in there if I really wanted to. Sometimes, the best way to let out all the tension was just to stand under the water stream and melt your skin away.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, trying to force myself to go to sleep. The suite was dark, only the glow from lights outside the window was creeping in. My body was exhausted, but my mind was racing. I felt like I had a thousand things circling at once. Despite my body being utterly worn out, I couldn’t seem to fall asleep.

These past few months have really done a number on me. On top of a bunch of work related things, my personal life went through hell and back a few times. Every time I think I have it down right, something comes along and wrecks it. I just wanted to get away from everything. I craved a distraction. Maybe I was just chasing dreams, or maybe I’d come across something here that changed everything for the better.

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A sigh slipped out of my mouth as I walked up to the entrance of the nice building. Chris stood beside me as we waited in a line to purchase an entrance ticket. I probably looked very suspicious and out of place with this hood over my head, but it was a necessity to disguise my identity as much as possible. The black sweats and hoodie were meant to conceal me more than keep me warm. Thankfully, it was a windy day.

“Did you get enough rest? You seem tired.” He said quietly.

I grunted. “I slept fine.. m’just.. sick of covering up.”

He patted my back. “I know. One day.. it’ll be better. People will.. forget about you eventually. A lot of celebrities say that.”

I shook my head at his assumption. “They’ll forget me when I’m dead.”

He chuckled. “You’re wrong.. they’ll stop chasing you.. they’ll never forget you.”

When we received our tickets, the man directed us towards the main entrance into the first exhibit. Chris had learned to love museums a while ago. At first, he would gripe about me going to one. He claimed they weren’t interesting. His opinion changed as we went to more and more over time. Art museums were his favorite, as well as mine. Someone told me I should check out the art museum here, so I decided it would be a nice start to my trip.

“Oh.” Chris got my attention as we started to observe some of the paintings on the wall. “They’re having a special exhibit today. The Best of the New Orleans.”

He showed me the pamphlet he picked up at the door. I gave it a glance and hummed at the thought of seeing some local artists in the house today. That would be quite interesting to see. I hope we get a chance to get to it.

“Appears that it’s a bunch of young artists from the city.. some of them set up in the French Quarter. They’ve been chosen as the best of the best.” He continued to tell me about the exhibit. I listened quietly as I looked over one of the sculptures in the middle of the room. “They’re each receiving portions of this week’s proceeds.. Getting an interview on some fancy art website.. Ah, they can even sell anything they’ve brought with them. How neat.”

“Hm.. Perhaps I could purchase something.” I licked my lips as I moved onto the next art piece on the wall. “I do enjoy and appreciate beautiful art.”

“Might find something magnificent.”

He folded the paper back up and turned his attention to the art in this small section. Chris and I both slowly started to walk towards the next room. We were quiet and observant, paying our respects to each wonderful creation displayed around us.

“You never know.” I casually shrugged.

I felt a few stares on me, but I was certain it was because of my clothing choices, not my actual identity. I really didn’t feel like being ambushed in an art exhibit, so I pray it was my clothes.

“S’alright. I’ve got my eye on everyone.” Chris mumbled beside me, being sure to keep quiet. He must have felt me tense up or something.

“I see a sign over there.” I pointed towards the exit of this exhibit. “We should check it out.”

He shrugged. “Sure, let’s go.”

We were sort of just walking around, following the signs trying to find that exhibit. Chris was sighing as we walked into the wrong room, again. I kept my eyes on the signs and tried my best to figure out how to get to the room.

Entering the room, I immediately knew we were in that special, limited run exhibit that Chris spoke about earlier. He nudged my side gently as we stood towards the side of the room, purposely staying away from the center. This area was larger and was divided by fake walls, to provide each artist with their own area. I noticed that the artists were standing among their works. Some were talking and explaining processes, while others were telling the stories that inspired their pieces. We happened to be closer to a girl who appeared to favor a painting, so we moved into that small group of people.

Most of the viewers were younger people, fresh into college maybe. I saw a lot of them jotting notes and sketching in paper pads as they listened and stared at her displayed work. They were all quite beautiful, the paintings. She was pointing at different aspects of the piece next to her, which had most of the people's attentions.

“S’very nice.. that one on the end.” Chris said as he nodded towards a big painting of an amazing ocean scene.

The waves were splashing, and the sun was setting beautifully in the background. I looked over the other ones. They were each so different, so unique yet I could see her style. She didn’t seem to care about perfection and the perfect blend. She was messy in some places and precise in others. She seemed very talented. Her landscapes and seascapes were accompanied by portraiture and floral pieces. There were some gorgeous original concepts mixed in, some with ethereal and fantasy aspects.

“S’lovely.” I mumbled back, curious to know more about the painting.

He gave me a look. “Want me to ask about it?”

I thought for a moment, my eyes glued on the painting. I imagined how it would look in that empty space in my living room back in Los Angeles, or how pleased my mother would be with the gift, my sister even..

“Go ahead.. I’ll double the offer.” I told him quietly as my eyes roamed over the rest of her displayed pieces.

Chris walked towards the front of the crowd. Luckily, he wasn’t interrupting anything. She had just sat down at a table, writing out something. I shifted a little closer so I could hear, thankfully people were talking quietly.

“Hello. What a wondrous display you’ve got here.” I could hear his genuine smile.

My vision was focused on a large painting of a farmhouse in a field. The golden rolling waves of wheat in the distance were bright against the muted blue sky and the dull brown of the house. It was eye catching for sure. There was a piece of laminated paper attached to the bottom that said “sold, on loan for display” on it.

“Thank you!” Her voice was kind, she was also smiling.

“I’m wondering if you’re offering that ocean scene for sale, the one on the end? It’s quite lovely.”

Curiously, I looked their way. I saw her pretty face flush gently as she smiled, probably flustered from the admiration. She looked towards the painting before opening a small notebook.

“Yes. I am selling that one.” She nodded, that smile still on her lips.

“My, um, boss is willing to double your price. He loves art.. and appreciates the talents behind a piece.”

She laughed gently to ease the tension. “Well, that’s very flattering. Is your boss here? I would like to try to talk him out of that.. I price my work at a cost that I consider to be reasonable.. based on what I think it’s worth.”

He looked over his shoulder and immediately caught my gaze. “He might not be willing to talk. He’s a private man.”

She furrowed her brows gently. “Oh.. well.. perhaps he shouldn’t be a client of mine, then. I like to have face to face negotiations.”

I jumped on the offer and started the walk to them. I ignored whatever Chris was telling the girl. For a second I thought of walking off and forgetting it, but that would be stupid. I really admired the piece and I wanted to purchase it. When I approached them, Chris let his eyes go wide. Usually I stayed behind and let him handle things for the sake of my identity. I yanked the hood off my head to appear more serious and professional.

“Such nonsense you speak.” I chuckled as I patted his broad shoulder.

He gave me an odd look. “Are you alri-“

I cut him off as I turned my attention to the girl. Her thick pink lips shaped into a smile as she stared at me. I gulped at the thought of her recognizing me, but I tried to ignore it.

“I love the painting.” I said suddenly. “I love them all. I would love to purchase the ocean one. It’s magnificent. Double the price.. no negotiations.”

She laughed through a breath. “So.. I don’t have any say in my own sales?”

“Of course you do.. but m’sure you wouldn’t turn down extra money. M’sure you have bills to pay.. perhaps children to care for.. school loans to pay off. It wouldn’t hurt my pockets.” I gave her a shrug, while still smiling. I wasn’t being sassy, just quite honest.

The blonde girl shook her head and let her eyes drop to the floor for a moment, a grin plastered over her nice lips. When she lifted her head to look at me, I felt a sting in my chest. She was very beautiful. Oddly enough, she wasn’t my usual type.. she was different. Thick and pale.. short, curvy. Her chest and hips were heavier than average, but she was beautiful. And let me not forget that bold, very independent personality. I adored that.

“No children.. no loans.. but yes, bills.” She clarified my assumptions with a blushing face.

“Excuse my rudeness.” I sighed as I realized the mistake I made. She lifted a brow, curious to know what I meant. “What’s your name?”

She smiled slightly. “Um, Jennifer.”

“I’m Harry.” I motioned to my security guard. “This is Chris.”

“Nice to meet you.” She nodded back.

“Now..” I chuckled as her cheeks blushed, and I was sure she didn’t realize it. I was convinced she didn’t recognize me, because she didn’t react in the usual way. “I want the ocean. Double your price. So, what is your price?”

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s three hundred.”

“That’s all?” I was honestly surprised.

A soft laugh slipped past her lips. “Yes.”

“S’quite big.. you’re only charging three hundred?” I was baffled by her words, truly shocked - it was a huge painting.

“I price my work based on the time I spent doing it and what materials I used. That didn’t take very long.. hence the price.”

“You’re insane. You should get a business partner to help you with profit margins.” I joked, smiling as she gave me a gentle smirk.

She was very beautiful, I wonder if she knew? She went back to the small table and sat down in a metal chair. She flipped open a folder and pulled out a thin stack of stapled papers. Her pretty eyes moved up to mine and she offered them to me, along with a pen.

“Just some legal things.. a guarantee of purchase and all that.” She smiled professionally at me, suggesting that I sign the papers if I wanted the painting.

Chris picked up the papers and quickly glanced over everything. My attention didn’t turn away from her. She watched him, waiting patiently for a response of some kind. I decided to speak up, since I was the one buying the piece anyways.

“Would it be alright if I offered a price to you? A bid.. if you will.”

Jennifer’s eyes shifted to me and she rolled them gently. “I told you-“

“Please.” I cut her off. “Just let me do this for you. It’s not insulting or anything. I’d love to pay for your creation.. and it’s worth far more than three hundred dollars.”

My stomach churned as I heard her sigh and watched her eyes fall to her small notebook. I couldn’t read it from my angle, but her handwriting was lovely. She tapped a pen against the edge of the paper, probably thinking about what I said. I didn’t want to just give her the money she requested - that would be stupid. Her painting was incredible, no matter how long she spent on it, and she deserved an incredible price.

“What’s your offer?” Her sudden question surprised me.

“A thousand.”

“You said double.”

“Well.. I changed my mind.” I shrugged when her eyes returned to mine.

She looked me up and down, then over at Chris who was done reading the papers. I looked his way as well, curious to know about the stack in his hand.

Without me having to verbally ask, he told me about it. “Just an agreement to pay.. and shipping costs. She’s very professional.”

Jennifer and I looked back at each other at the same time. Her cheeks slightly flushed as she dropped her eyes to her notebook.

“I’ll do double then.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay.. that’s fine.”

I smiled, quite pleased about the painting. “Perfect. Do you accept checks?”

She nodded, seeming a little nervous all of a sudden. I tried to look past that and focus on the purchase. I took my wallet out and grabbed one of the loose checks. I never carry more than a few, and they’re just in case I don’t have enough cash on me. I hardly have cash, so it’s helpful I guess.

“Just, um, sign the papers. Print and signature.”

“Yes ma’am.” I mumbled as I leaned over to write on the table.

She stood up as soon as I did and cleared her throat. “Thank you for coming to my exhibit.” Her voice was directed towards Chris.

“Don’t thank us. Your work is incredible. How long is the exhibit lasting?”

A soft laugh came from her. “Today’s the last day, actually.”

I took the opportunity of her being distracted to write a larger sum on the check. I wrote down more than what I had offered her. I decided to have it shipped to Los Angeles for now, so I filled out my address on the other paper as well as signed my name a few times to agree to different terms and conditions. She was a business woman, and I’m sure she didn’t even realize it. I jotted down my personal and business phone numbers in case something goes wrong with the bank whenever she cashes the check.

I folded the check and sat it on top of the stack of papers. “Alright, everything’s done.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles.”

What an intriguing thing she was.. I never told her my last name, and she didn’t glance at anything I wrote..

She gave me a smile as she sat down and picked up the check, holding it between her fingers as she flipped through the packet to make sure I signed everything. I watched her as she picked up her pen and signed a few lines - her signature was beautiful and elegant.

“Thank you for your business. I will send you an email as soon as it has shipped. It will take a couple of days.” She smiled again as she looked up at me.

“Thank you.” I made sure to smile back.

Chris thanked her as well. She handed him a piece of paper. It had some information about the piece and about herself on it as well as some contact information.

“Perhaps I will look into your work some more.” I said as I noticed a stack of business cards on the table. I picked one up and saw that she had a website. “You’re an amazing artist.”

She pushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, revealing a couple sets of earrings. I gulped gently and put on a smile for her.

“Have a good day.” I gave her one last glance before turning around and heading for the exit. I had no desire to see the rest of the museum - I was flushing from the interactions with her, and I needed to be back at my hotel room to cool off.

My chest tightened as I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her unfold the check. Her head shot up and her lips fell apart. I smirked at her, dropping my eye to a wink, before looking back in front of me.

Three hundred wasn’t enough, nor was a thousand. I was extremely generous, but five thousand isn’t a lot to me.. I should’ve given her more.

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