#I'll see what I can about anatomy later since the lines were old but I fairly happy on how this came out.

[harryfreakinstyles2]

Torn (Part 4) H.S

Harry's body relaxes in the seat across from me and it makes my heart feel like it could burst in my chest.

"So, since we are friends now," I say beyond excited that I get to ask him all the questions I have been dying to know the answers to.

"Let's get to know each other." I say with a smile and his eyes widen. "How long have you been in America?" I ask him genuinely wanting to know the answer.

I rest my elbows on the table and lean forward waiting for his answer. His smile widens across his face making his deep dimples appear, and I feel like I can't breathe. This just friends thing is going to be harder than I thought if he continues to look at me like that.

"I've been here for a little over four years now. I got a scholarship to go to school here and I kind of fell in love with the area and decided to stay after I graduated this past December."

I'm slightly surprised that he came here on scholarship, but why wouldn't he. Of course, he's smart. But what surprises me more is that he already graduated. I assumed he was still in school as well.

"Oh, you already graduated? I didn't know that!" I respond genuinely surprised.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." Harry says with a smirk and winks at me.

I roll my eyes at him and I try not to smile as I avoid the playful smirk he is giving me that seems to be stuck on his face today. I ignore the spark it ignites in my stomach and continue with my questions.

"So what's your degree in then?" I ask continuing the conversation.

"Business management. I would like to own or run a hotel or restaurant or something like that someday." He tells me still making too much eye contact and making me shift in my seat.

"Wow! That's cool!" I say annoyed that he is not only smart and drop dead gorgeous but he also has plans for his life. "How old are you?" I blurt our on accident.

"Twenty three, but enough about me. Tell me something about you." He says copying my position and leaning towards me with his elbows on the table and he mocks me by placing his hands under his chin with a cheeky smile. He is good I will give him that.

We are closer than two friends should be while casually talking but I can't get myself to pull away even though I know I should.

"Ummm." I stutter for a minute not being able to process my thoughts when he is so close to me. "Well, I am twenty one. I will graduate in May with my degree in English. I'd like to work for a publishing company or something along those lines for a bit or maybe become an English teacher I haven't really decided yet." I say faster than normal. I keep having to look down every few seconds because his stare keeps making me flustered.

"Hmmm a teacher huh?" Is all he says in response.

His tone sounds sarcastic and his face is hard to read and I can't tell if he means it as a joke or what. Does he think I can't be a teacher? But I am already on edge "You don't even know me," I snap defensively while leaning back in my chair.

"What? Why did you say that?" He questions me in a serious tone, catching me off guard. He's staring me down and I realize he's waiting for me to answer.

"I don't know. You sounded like you were mocking me," I say my tone sharp.

"I don't know you well, yet. But I'm trying to. I want to." He states. "I was not making fun of you. I was just joking around." He looks at me with pleading eyes. "I wish you would lighten up a little. You are so serious." He says softly and I can tell by his voice that he is being sincere even though his words piss me off I try to push my irritation aside.

"Sorry. Really." I say leaning down to meet his eyes slightly thrown by his quick change in mood. "I didn't mean to snap at you. Just a habit I guess."

Lightning flashes outside the window followed by a rolling thunder distracting both of us from our conversation. I know I need to head home before the storm hits and it is getting close to my dinner plans with Julie.

"I need to head home." I sigh grabbing my backpack and car keys not wanting to leave just yet despite the change in mood.

"Okay." Is all he says in response his eyes focused on the table.

I can feel a shift and there is an uncomfortable tension between us. I get up from the table and start making my way towards the door when I realize he has nothing else to say. A weird wave of sadness hits me at his simple response wishing he would ask me to stay longer.

"Wait," I feel his now familiar warm hand wrap around my arm stopping me before I reach the door. I turn to face him not sure what to expect but happy the conversation will not end the way I thought it was going to.

"I'll see you again soon, yeah?" He asks with a soft smile. He says it like it's a question that he needs me to confirm as he searches my eyes. And just like that, everything feels okay again.

"See you soon." I confirm with a smile and walk out the door.

*

I arrive back home just as the rain starts, making me run for the front door. Rushing inside I drop my stuff on the kitchen counter and find Julie watching tv on the couch.

"Did you get the stuff for dinner?" I ask her. We have a tradition since we moved into our apartment together last year where every other Saturday she buys the groceries and I make dinner. Then we spend the evening watching Greys Anatomy on the couch together. It gives us a chance to catch up no matter how crazy our schedules get.

"Yeah, it's all in the fridge. Did you get a lot of studying done?" She says making casual conversation without looking away from the tv.

"Uhhh yeah," I say shrugging my shoulders even though she is not looking at me. The guilt comes back but this time I know I deserve it as I choose to not tell her about Harry showing up at the coffee shop and continue the conversation. "Was this all you had planned for today?" I say gesturing to her current spot on the couch hoping to get a reaction out of her.

"Basically, I was supposed to hang out with Harry but he got called into work." She responds still not looking away from the tv and I feel panicked.

I am so thrown off by her answer that I can't think of a response. Did he tell her that he had to work so he could come see me? Is she making it up? Why would she make that up? He said he told her they were done. But why would she lie about having plans with him? Why did he lie. I have no idea what the hell is going on anymore and it is starting to give me a headache.

"Hey, I was thinking we could have a movie night here tomorrow. Is that okay with you?" Julie asks me bringing my attention back to the present as she gets off the couch and joins me in the kitchen.

"Uhh yeah sure sounds good to me," I say not really paying attention.

"Awesome! I'll text everyone. Does 8 o'clock sound good to you?" Julie asks while already typing away on her phone.

"Perfect." I agree.

The evening drags on without much conversation. Julie stays on the couch while I make dinner in the kitchen replaying my conversation with Harry over and over again. One of them is lying and I can't figure out who or more importantly why. After dinner we watch one episode of Grey's and I head to my room for the rest of the night not wanting to have forced conversation with Julie any longer. I don't like how weird things feel between us now. I know it's only me. I'm so used to being able to talk to Julie about anything.

I pass out around 11 o'clock which is early for me but the last two days have been so draining I need the sleep and as soon as my head hits the pillow I am gone.

I wake the next morning still conflicted and debating whether having Harry around is worth all this confusion and the headache that follows. I know it won't end well but I am not sure that I can stay away from him. The morning and afternoon hours blur together as I stay in bed watching tv all day, my usual Sunday routine lately.

I finally look at the clock on my nightstand telling me it's now six thirty in the evening and I have been in bed all day. My stomach grumbles reminding me I haven't had anything to eat since eleven this morning so I force myself out of bed and slip on some jeans and grab my favorite hoodie. The weather outside my window is as gloomy as yesterday the clouds are covering the whole sky, and it has been raining on and off all day adding to my own gloomy mood.

I walk out of the bedroom and find Jules in the living room bringing pillows and blankets from her bedroom to the couch.

"What are you doing?" I ask her confused.

"Bringing out extra pillows and blankets for tonight." She says looking at me like I am an idiot.

"Oh crap! I forgot about that. Did you pick a movie?" I have been so in my head I forgot about her stupid movie night here tonight. I feel like I don't have the energy or mental capacity to deal with anyone. Perfect.

"No I can't decide so I'm just going to pick two and let everyone vote." She says while still arranging pillows on the couch and floor.

"Alright, well I am going to grab some food I will be back soon. Do you need anything while I am out?" I ask her secretly hoping she will say no.

"No I'm good, I bought popcorn and some candy when I was at the store yesterday and Maya and Tabs are bringing some snacks too." She tells me.

"Okay well, I'll be back." I say while grabbing my keys and heading for the front door.

"Okay see you later." She says with a smile.

As I walk to my car I sigh with relief at being alone again even if it is only for a short while.

I run through a drive-thru and back with about fifteen minutes to spare before everyone is supposed to come over. I rush into the apartment past the kitchen and Julie's room hoping she doesn't see me. And then head straight through the living room and into my room. I change out of my jeans and into some comfy yoga pants deciding to keep my hoodie on because I don't care to make to much effort in my appearance today. I finish the rest of my food in a hurry and decide to freshen up my make up a little so I don't look like complete crap when everyone comes over. Just as I finish up I hear an array of voices enter the house. Walking out of my room and into the kitchen I find Julie with Maya, Tabs, Dylan, and Sam all talking over each other loudly. Maya is pouring chips into bowls, Julie is putting popcorn into the microwave and of course, Dylan is loading the wine and beer into the fridge. I smile at my crazy group of friends even in my exhausted state.

"Is Emily coming?" I ask the whole group while taking a seat on the empty bar stool next to Sam.

"No she had to work tonight." Tabitha informs me while stealing a chip from Maya's bowl.

"Awe alright," I say disappointed because we haven't had a chance to catch up in a few weeks. "I'm gonna grab a blanket from my room really quick, will someone get me a bowl of popcorn please!" I say as sweetly as I can as I am leaving the kitchen.

I make my way back to my room and grab a blanket and pillow, and my phone from my nightstand before hearing the group make their way into the living room. I take a deep breathe already exhausted and walk back out.

Julie, Maya, Dylan, and Sam are all squished together on the couch and Tabitha took the chair which means I am stuck on the floor alone which I am actually okay with because it means I can watch the movie and relax without distractions. Just as I am getting comfortable on the floor I hear a loud knock at the door. Everyone sits not moving and then looks at me. Everyone is here already so I have no idea who it could be.

"Don't worry everyone, I'll get." I say sarcastically groaning as I get back up off the floor and they all smile trying not to laugh at my dramatic response.

I make my way to the door and open it not sure who to expect but definitely not him.

My mouth drops open stunned, "Harry?!" I whisper yell so everyone in the living room can't hear me.

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Forget Me Not Jim Mason xReader 50 First Dates AU Pt 4

@michael-langdon-appreciation

Y/N still wasn’t a hundred percent sure it was the right thing, but damn if having Jim Mason shower attention on her wasn't a huge turn-on.

Jim carried her mom's old rocking chair from the porch into the baby's room. The worn wood under her fingers like a touchstone as she stroked it. "You can't go spending money I don't have."

"I’m not." The grin he shot her was far too cocky and adorable. "I'm spending my money that I do have, to fix up the baby's room."

"Jim..."

He rose to his feet and snuck next to her chair. Trapping her wrists under his fingers, he moved in close. "Do you have any idea how much I earned per hour up north?"

The words whispered past her ears. Nearly as intoxicating as the heat of his breath caressing her cheek as he leaned over her. Y/N met his gaze-determined not to look away. "Doesn't matter. I still don't want you spending lots of money. It makes me uncomfortable."

They hung there for a moment, nearly close enough to touch. One small rock was all it would take to have their lips meet. Y/N held herself completely immobile to avoid being the one to make the first move.

When he straightened, relief and disappointment wrestled for top billing. Jim nodded a slow dip of his head. "I can respect that, but there’s a difference between me feeling obligated to spend money I don't have, and being pleased to spend money I do. So let me know what you feel comfortable with, and I'll try not to push you too far, too fast."

"Ahh." The light went on in his eyes. Jim waggled his brows. "Only if we were teenagers. Now? We're grown-ups. I get to move a little faster."

Oh Lordy. Y/N's breathing kicked into higher gear. Jon adjusted position until he held her chin in his fingers.

"Hmmm." His thumb caressed her lower lip. "You said we haven’t even had a first kiss." She made an attempt to speak, but no sound emerged. Instead, she licked her lips and tried not to hold her breath. Passing out would be a bad idea right now because she really, really wanted to kiss him. Jim's gaze danced over her face. "I suppose this is as good a time as any ..."

Y/N couldn't agree more. She sat motionless as Jim leaned toward her, slowly bringing their lips into contact. A gentle caress of his lips over hers with increasing warmth, increasing pressure. She found her fingers threading their way through his hair, and she was no longer reclining against the back of the couch. No, she was forward on the couch, trying to get as close as possible.

The kiss continued as Jim teased his tongue along her lips, briefly dipping into her mouth before taking everything up a notch. Y/N was no longer warm, she was on fire. His lips left her mouth to dust a series of kisses along her jaw. Teeth nibbled at her earlobe, his tongue delicately tracing the curves of her ear. A shiver shook her from top to bottom as she luxuriated in his careful attention.

Slowly she became aware how tight a clutch she had on his shoulders, desperately tugging him back in an attempt to reconnect their lips. She found herself being lifted then lowered into his lap, their torsos touching while pleasure wrapped around them like a cozy blanket. She was enjoying herself far too much to protest. Especially when she slid her hands up his chest, palms directly over his rapidly beating heart.

She wanted more. Wanted to straddle him and be able to feel the hardness now nestled against her butt cheek. She wished that solid bit would make contact with other parts of her anatomy. Parts that would very much appreciate more pressure. With one hand he still controlled her head, lining them up so their lips could mesh perfectly.

“Y/N,” he breathed past her cheek as they separated barely an inch. "Mmm. You taste as good as I remember."

She worked to settle her breathing. "I kind of liked it myself."

Then she laughed as Jim pulled his phone from his pocket and clicked on his camera. He grinned at her briefly.

"Jim Mason, what’re you doing?"

"I'm making memories," he said. "And I want proof." He lifted his hand in the air and twisted the camera toward them. A click sounded, and her amusement grew. Selfies. Too funny.

He pulled the phone close and showed her the picture. Her cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glowed with heat. They looked as if they’d been interrupted in the middle of a heavy make-out session, which ...hello.

Y/N was still sitting in his lap. "I can have my second kiss now?"

He tucked away his phone then rested his hand carefully on her thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. "I might even be able to work on the third and fourth."

Jim FOUGHT FOR CONTROL. The urge to sweep Y/N up and carry her to the bedroom was strong. They had done that the last time with rather spectacular results, but also incredible consequences. This was not the time for a reenactment of that evening, no matter how much his body wished for one.

Instead, he took it slowly. Appreciated the opportunity to reconnect with Y/N and hopefully in the process produce some memories. If not of what they had done before, memories for the future.

5 years ago P.V High….

Jim was sitting outside at the picnic tables during lunch with Chad and Alex, Y/N had just moved to Palos Verdes with her family her father's job had transferred him.

//l think she's is from Wisconsin, l wanted to go up to her...

...but l was kind of off my game. But, man, was she cute, though.

l like your laugh. But more so I liked you making me laugh.//

But now here we are and since Y/N has had an accident she has no memory of life before, of us ever meeting.

But right now his thoughts were far more on Y/N the lover, than Y/N the mother-to-be. How far was too far?

His body screamed for him to let a lot more happen. To explore the soft curves under his hands. To use his tongue and lips to see if his memories matched up with the reality he now held. His mind told him to take it slower.

The sounds she made were not helping. Little gasps of pleasure. Long, low moans that traveled down his spine and reverberated in his balls.

Y/N  lifted herself, swinging her leg across him to resettle in his lap. She was basically straddling him, and his imagination went wild on all the things the position would allow them to do.

Bright eyes gazed into his as she rested her forearms on his shoulders. She smiled, a dimple appearing in one cheek.

"I’m trying really hard not to get carried away," Jim admitted.

"I know." Y/N leaned in and grabbed on tight, giving him a huge bear hug. "And I really appreciate it."

They sat like that for a moment, Jim drawing his fingers over her back as he planned the next best move.

Oh, Lordy, the images that flooded her brain were far too triple X. Naked Jim. All the long, hard muscles she was currently leaning against glistening with water fresh out of a shower. Or better yet, slick from a hard workout, muscles pumped up and heated.

In spite of Y/N's frustrations, there were a few silver linings beginning to appear. "Hey, Jim. Did you know I could draw?"

"Hmm, you going to draw me sometime?" At that she couldn't help but smile.

"You look as if you like that idea." Jim leaned closer and whispered by her ear, "You want it, you got it.  Need to explore this new talent of yours, and I'm game to be of service any way I can."

Not only did it appear she had miraculously learned how to draw overnight, but his words threw her into a sexual heat wave-the images far too vivid.

Y/N grew motionless, just staring. "You okay?" Jim cradled her close, caught up in her reaction.

She scooted closer to him and cuddled up, something inside dared to come alive.

Jim worked to keep his breathing even, relishing the contact between them.

He couldn’t stop himself. His hand joined hers, linking their fingers and putting the warmth of her belly against his knuckles

She squeezed his fingers, but didn't say anything. She curled her fingers around his back as she leaned in and hugged him.

She leaned in slowly to kiss him,highlighting the growing connection between them. Giving a touch of herself in offering, expecting something from him in return.

What he gave her was control. Instead of turning the softness into a ravishing, he kept his hands from roaming and concentrated on kissing her. At least he did until she caught his fingers and tugged. Pressed his palm against her breast and held it there.

She had nothing on under the T-shirt, and her nipple tightened, poking his palm as their lips continued to meet. He went with it, stroking gently, cupping the full round and teasing her nipple with his thumb until she arched toward him.

God, the noises she made as he kissed his way down her neck. He twisted her against the couch and jerked up her shirt, exposing her breasts.

Exploring all her soft skin was not a hardship. The only thing hard was his cock, imprisoned behind his jeans where he fully intended on keeping it for another night.

This was about touching Y/N. Seeing the changes in her body since the last time they’d been together. Delighting in the opportunity to be with her physically.

Making memories.

He kissed the top of her soft curves held in his hand, pausing to glance into her eyes. Y/N's mouth hung slightly open as her breathing quickened.

"You're so beautiful."

She smiled, and he dipped his head to kiss her lips quickly before returning to torment her nipple. A lick around the tip, a gentle blow of air until it tightened. Pregnancy gave her skin a flush and increased the size of her breasts.

"Oh. Oh, careful."

He gently rolled the tip with his tongue. "More sensitive."

"You're making me wet without even touching my pussy," Y/N confessed.

"I'll pet your pussy later." As long as she was squirming with pleasure he was doing something right.

Unexpectedly, Y/N took control. She wiggled out of her sweatpants and lay back on the couch, pulling him over her. Only this time she directed his hand over her belly and between her legs. Jim smiled against her lips as he stroked the narrow line of elastic. "You're a lot bolder these days. I like it."

"Shut up and kiss me,” Y/N demanded, but she was smiling as well.

The kissing was easy. Nothing soft anymore, he consumed her hungrily. Stroked and tasted and took in every one of her gasps and moans like a symphony of lust.

At the same time he slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, forcing the fabric to one side so he could ease between her folds into slick wetness.

"Oh, yes." She pressed up into his hand.

"Eager." He wasn’t going to wait. But slow was good for another reason-this time to bring her to the point of maximum pleasure. One finger parted her carefully, easing inside her tight passage. His thumb centered over her clit with gentle pressure as she clutched his head and pulled him back far enough she could stare into his eyes.

A second finger joined the first. Her face registered the additional pressure, and she widened her legs. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and her breathing sped up as he moved a little quicker, fingertips curled slightly to find the spot he wanted. Again and again he thrust into her, checking her response, loving how she accepted the pleasure and soaked it in. Embraced it, and with one swoop, exploded in climax, her body squeezing his fingers tightly as her eyes closed.

"Jim."

"Hmm, nice." He slowed his touch. Took her down easily as her body continued to shake from her orgasm. "God, you're beautiful when you come."

She melted onto the couch, boneless relaxation overtaking her. "What now?" Y/N asked, all flushed and warm.

"Now you get dressed, and I'll tuck you into bed."

It obviously wasn’t what she expected to hear. Y/N damn near pouted. "Alone?"

He nodded. "This time."

"When is next time? Soon?"

His body ached. "Very soon, but this is about more than sex, Y/N. We're memory making. Finding out more about each other. Let's not rush too fast."

"Uh-uh. You said soon. So, while yes to those other things, I think soon should mean soon. Promise?" Y/N pulled her clothing back into line as ordered, but she still looked wonderfully near ravished as she stumbled to her feet.

He shot upward to steady her. Anticipation of growing closer in so many ways thrilled him more than he could say.

"I promise." When she was ready, he would be as well. Oh, hell yeah.

Credit to @carolthors