#ONE DIRECTION

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here’s louis being a fine ass sexy supermodel on stage!!!

@twilight-good-yall-dumb ;)

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she’s not afraid but specifically 2:35 - 2:41……

you ever listen to a song 47 times in a row and every time you’re like wow what a good song. I’m gonna play it again.

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Fetus Payno and Hazza 🤍

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As someone grow and following up Liam close there are so many great sides of him too see.

but with Niall you could see him bringing out his 100% care and most protective side TT-TT

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My gf 🛐🛐

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When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

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everything was going well then y/n decided to do the most unimaginable thing that aliens would immediately rebuke our planet for if they were to find out

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"Kamala Harris raised 50+ million dollars after Biden dropped out!" you fools.... that's the money she got from selling Biden to One Direction :(

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(on YouTube)

One Direction’s acoustic performance of What Makes You Beautiful on The Xtra Factor (download audio)

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Toothpaste V

Read Toothpaste here | ~2.7k words

From me: There hasn't been a LOT of chat about this lately, but at the time, a LOT of you were asking for them to do it. Here it is 🤭

Warnings: a SEXTRA, smut without plot, oral (both) ((obviously))

Summary: “Is it true you can tell when someone’s given a blowjob when you’re examining their mouth?” She asked.

“Kitten,” he snorted shaking his head. “Not now.”

“Well, I mean, I don’t want anyone else looking in my mouth but you anymore so it doesn’t really bother me if that’s the case, but I feel like we should be warning the people more about this.”

Harry gently deposited her on his bed. Her dress fell dangerously high up on her thighs, barely covering where he wanted to see her most. He tugged the tie off and unbuttoned his shirt quickly. She bit her lip as she watched him undress. He was unbelievably hot. He undid his belt, and she gulped.

“Are y’nervous, kitten?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No, excited. Just...” she sighed. “You’re very sexy, it’s... a little hard to focus,” she admitted.

He chuckled. “Back at you, beautiful,” he assured her. He still had boxers on. They were black so they kept the outline of what had to be a massive dick based on the way it felt against her core. He knelt on the bed down near her feet and started to move toward her. His body created a warmth against her legs as he shifted further up. “Do y’want t’take your dress off? Or d’you want me t’do it? Or do y’want t’leave it on?” He wondered, touching the hem at her thigh. Her heart fluttered with the consent he was asking for. It made her dizzy.

“Y-you can take it off,” she stammered.

He chuckled. “You sure? You’re usually a little more confident, my love,” he practically cooed. “Where’s my flirty patient wanting t’open wide for me?” He winked but brought the hem of her dress up and over her hips, showing off the light pink underwear. They were smooth cotton, covering everything with lace trim. They were pretty. Just like her. “Y’want me to?” He wanted complete affirmation. She nodded holding his gaze as he lifted the pretty outfit over her head.

Harry was stunning, it looked like his abs had abs. His skin was tanned, inked, pretty and nearly golden. Her heart was in her throat. “You’re beautiful, kitten,” he murmured. His tone filled with a dream-like trance as he looked her over, his eyes drinking her over. “So, so pretty. Thought so since the day I met you.”

“Oh,” she swallowed unable to fully grasp that compliment. Her cheeks warmed at his assessment. “Take your boxers off, please,” she asked politely instead.

“Hmm?” He hummed with a smile twitching on his lips. “That’s m’confident girl,” he chuckled and slid the black fabric down his legs. She was right. His dick was big. It was thick and nearly pretty. “Y’okay?”

“Come here,” she ordered grabbing his hip. She practically was drooling more than when he had his fingers in her mouth trying to feel around for abnormalities. He shifted closer, his knees on either side of her hips, and the head of his cock almost touching her lips. He could feel her breath on it. She peered up at him almost innocently making him want to groan. Harry was so good about asking for consent, she wanted to reciprocate. “Can I—”

“Dear God,” he whispered. “Yes.”

She brought her lips around the head and wrapped her hand around the base of his dick still leaving inches of space between her mouth and hand. Harry made an embarrassing noise in the back of his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had his cock in their mouth. The dental practice took up so much of his time. He hadn’t even thought of someone sucking his dick in months. Not until he met the pretty girl doing just that right then.

She lapped at him sucking and drooling way too much. Drooling was natural, but this felt excessive, almost like she was panting to keep at the length of him. She bobbed up and down, stopping as her mouth met her hand lightly rubbing what she couldn’t fit between her lips. “Goddammit,” he moaned, threading his fingers loosely in her hair and cupping the side of her head. He didn’t press himself any further and she moaned softly with the feel of his fingers on her scalp. “Fuck,” he groaned tilting his head back. He had never inspected his ceiling before this moment, but it was short lived because the feel of her warm mouth made his eyes fall shut.

Harry’s dick in her mouth felt so good she was sure it would cure all her cavities which made exactly zero sense, but she was obsessed so instantly with his cock it was embarrassing. She wanted to suck it until her jaw hurt. Surely, he had something that could fix a jaw ache so she could continue. She pushed herself further, pressing him toward the back of her throat.

She pulled away slowly and then back down two more times before she pulled away for a moment. She took a deep breath as she paused. “Is it true you can tell when someone’s given a blowjob when you’re examining their mouth?” She asked.

“Kitten,” he snorted shaking his head. “Not now.”

“Well, I mean, I don’t want anyone else looking in my mouth but you anymore so it doesn’t really bother me if that’s the case, but I feel like we should be warning the people more about this.”

He chuckled despite the pleasure she was bringing him. It was sinful, euphoric. It felt so good. It was almost embarrassing. “Open,” he ordered gripping himself and tapping the head of his dick on her outstretched tongue. She smiled almost proudly waiting for him to do more, perhaps. Harry moaned again at the sight of her. “You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty mouth,” he gripped her bottom jaw.

“That’s kind of my goal,” she shrugged.

Harry took a deep breath trying not to come at the sexiest thought in front of the sexiest girl. “You’re something else, beautiful,” he whispered running his finger along her jaw while she licked the length of him. He moaned again. “Can’t wait t’return the favor...”

She smiled, delight in her eyes as she sucked him down her throat again making him gasp and grab the back of her head. He didn’t want to push her too hard, but she grabbed at his thighs and pulled him toward him with pressure that indicated she wanted him to thrust himself into her mouth. “Oh Jesus Christ,” he hissed and very carefully with more control than even he could give himself credit for, he pumped himself into her mouth.

She moaned again at the feel of him all over her mouth. Her spit was dripping from the corners of her lips, it was getting all over Harry’s thighs, her chin, and Harry was beyond himself; how could she possibly be real? “Fuck, baby,” he moaned. She sighed her eyelashes fluttering. Harry noted her hand was between her thighs and he groaned, pulling away at the same time. “No,” he said hurriedly before he could finish. “That’s my job,” he said possessively and grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them before sucking her fingertips into his mouth.

“What’s your job?” She whispered breathlessly.

He smiled around her fingers and his gaze felt a thousand degrees too hot. Releasing her hand, he gently coaxed and turned her over until she was on her front. He pulled her hips up, her body arched into what could only be described as a half downward dog position from her knees. He moved her underwear aside with his fingers and before she could realize intent, his warm breath was on the most sensitive part of her body and his tongue licked a glorious stripe along the length of her slit. She gasped; her fingers dug into the pillow. She moaned as his lips sucked at her core, his tongue flat and warm and his breath was cool as he pulled back between each delicious lick making her mind forget all coherent thought.

Usually when her previous boyfriends went down on her she had a hard time focusing on the enjoyment of all it was supposed to be because she worried about her smell and taste. Harry made all that worry disappear. She couldn’t think about anything but how good it felt. How much she wanted his mouth on her pussy and that if the whole dentistry thing didn’t work out, she would be willing to convince him to do this for a career except she wouldn’t allow anyone to be at the receiving end of his tongue except herself.

 “Oh my God,” she moaned into the pillow.

“So good, kitten,” he whispered against her core. “Knew y’would taste like heaven.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that a dentist was good with his mouth but maybe it was the duality of his hotness and his sweetness that made it feel extra incredible. Harry practically blushed when she flirted with him and yet his mouth was doing downright sinful things to her. It didn’t seem like her sexy boss (or was it her dentist? Or her boyfriend? God she really needed to define a concrete label for him), who was often very shy about her flirting was going to be eating her pussy like it was his job from behind. It was the stuff of fantasies.

“Harry,” she whined.

He groaned against her. The vibration on her clit made every feeling in her entire body amplify by three million. “Say m’name again, baby,” he encouraged.

“Harry,” she practically whimpered. “Feels... so good,” she managed. She barely had any wine at dinner, yet she felt drunk on him. His fingers were gripping her thighs, nearly massaging her in time with the strokes of his tongue. She thought she drooled a lot while she sucked him off, but that was hardly anything in comparison to how drenched she felt from her own arousal and his mouth.

“S’good, kitten. So good,” he encouraged. She didn’t know how he was positioned behind her, but his hand was suddenly between her legs, and she then she couldn’t care about the physics or logistics of his arm bending the wrong way because he was making her mind numb. He rubbed gentle, perfect circles on her clit that matched the tempo of his licks and the pressure of his tongue on her aching body so well that she thought she was going to explode.

“Harry,” she choked out again.

“Good girl, baby, so good,” he sounded ridiculous. Far away and too close. The pleasure that wound in her stomach snapped and she pressed herself toward him harder as her orgasm shook through her, she smacked her hand against the pillow and gasped loudly.

“Fuck,” she hissed never wanting the pleasure to stop. Harry pulled her toward him as he sucked her hard practically gulping as he licked her through one of the best orgasms she’d ever had in her life. Her body shook and shivered as the waves of dopamine coursed through her. Harry wanted to extend the feeling of pleasure for her for as long as possible, tonguing at her warm center admiring the way it fluttered around his tongue. When her hips dipped lower Harry removed his tongue from her pussy and he rubbed his thumbs softly on the back of her thighs. He pressed practically chaste kisses against her slit once she was licked her clean of all her arousal and his saliva.

She slumped forward and Harry chuckled from behind her kissing up the length of her spine. “Y’okay, my love?” He murmured.

“You...” she sighed. “You’re unreal.”

He smiled, turning her again until she was on her back once more. He kissed her forehead, running his thumb along her lip. “You taste so good,” he said simply. She didn’t know she needed reassurance for that fact, but it made the pleasure she experienced moments ago even better. Confident that she could do it again if Harry was willing. Harry wrapped her legs around his hips. “Are y’okay?” He asked.

“I think I’m drunk.”

“Y’hardly drank anything,” he looked smug as he smiled at her. That dimple, his teeth, his eyes all sparkled. If he were cartooned his grin would have been accompanied with a ding and literal sparkle on his cheek.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked.

“Absolutely not,” she shook her head quickly. He chuckled and grabbed a condom from his night stand and rolled it on quickly. She continued. “I’m exhausted but you’re going to come tonight if it’s the last thing I do. Especially after the best orgasm of my life.”

“S’tragic if that’s the best orgasm y’ever had, pretty girl,” he chuckled and brushed the tip of his dick along the length of her slit the same way his tongue did the very same motion. “So pretty, baby,” he admired. He paused; his expression taking on the utmost seriousness as he looked at her directly in the eye. “We can still stop, if you’re tired. M’happy t’jus’ hold you for the rest of the night.”

Her heart hammered at the thoughtfulness while the head of his cock massaged her clit. “No way, I need to know what this feels like,” she assured him.

He smiled. “You’re sure?” He asked again.

“Do you want me to beg you to fuck me, Harry?” She teased with a smile of her own that she hoped would also be accompanied by a sparkle and ding if she were a cartoon as well.

“Fuck,” he groaned and sank into her. She gasped and clawed at the sheets. Harry dropped his head to her neck, holding her hips. No, she didn’t need to beg. But he couldn’t even say it. Her body fit his like a glove and he couldn’t stop himself from pumping into her so hard that the headboard smacked into his wall.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. Harry moaned in response against her throat, pressing kisses when his brain remembered to, but he was so overcome with the feel of her wrapped around his dick he could barely remember to breathe. Part of him thought he was going to pass out.

“Such a pretty pussy, kitten,” he mumbled. “So good. Feels so good,” he grunted snapping his hips forward. “Wish y’could feel how good...”

“Feels pretty good on my end,” she gasped. He chuckled and shook his head, tucking himself into her neck and wishing he could do this forever.

“Good,” he said simply.

She ran her hands through his lifting his head to kiss him as passionately as she could manage without running out of air. Her fingers pulled at his hair. She tried her very best to meet his hard thrusts with her hips rocking toward him each time he pressed into her, but Harry was in a zone. For a brief moment, she had a fleeting thought that Harry really might break her but then didn’t care. He felt so good inside her she would rather die right then than never experience how deliriously good this felt.

“M’sorry, my love, m’gonna come,” he warned, gasping, his hips hitting an irregular rhythm as he spoke against her mouth. His face dropped and pressed into the crook of her neck while he twitched inside her. His back felt damp along with his scalp as she ran her fingers through his messy hair.

“You were really going to stop all that and just hold me?” She whispered after a moment when his shuddering came to a stop.

He smiled against her skin and peppered a few kisses on her collarbone. “Mm,” he hummed. “Course. Sex with you may be the best I’ve ever had, but m’not your boyfriend solely for orgasms.”

Which took care of the label she needed to give him and the anxiety in her chest in one fell swoop. It took everything in her not to repeat how much she was falling for him like she did at dinner and again downstairs just a little bit ago. He lifted his head up and smiled at her, his eyes hooded. “Y’tongue tied ‘bout the word boyfriend?” She nodded silently. He chuckled. “Well, I’d like t’be your boyfriend, kitten. If s’something y’want.”

She nodded again silently. “I like that idea a lot.”

“Good, now open wide, gotta see if I messed up your palate,” he winked.

She snorted, blushed, and shook her head while he kissed along her collarbone again. “I knew you could tell.”

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Customer Service | His Angel

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Pairing: College!Yn x CrimeBossl!Harry

WC: 2.1k

Summary: As a dare, Harry works a normal job for a day

His Angel Masterlist

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The morning sun filters through the windows of Book & Bean, the cozy café/bookshop where you've worked part-time throughout college. It's your sanctuary, a place of normalcy far removed from Harry's world of luxury penthouses and tense business meetings that end with people disappearing.

The dare had started as a joke during one of Harry's condescending rants about "civilian jobs" after you complained about a difficult customer. Your challenge, "I bet you couldn't last one day in my shoes", had been met with that dangerous smile that meant he'd accepted.

One extremely uncomfortable conversation with your manager later (during which you'd explained that your boyfriend was "interested in retail experience" and conveniently left out his actual occupation)

The bell above the door chimes at precisely 9:00 AM and every muscle in your body tenses in anticipation. Harry enters with the same commanding presence he brings to everything. Confident, borderline arrogant, surveying the space as if assessing territory rather than entering a workplace.

A smile curves his lips when he spots you with the genuine, warm expression reserved solely for you that still makes your heart skip after all this time. He crosses to where you stand behind the counter, leaning in to press a brief kiss to your lips.

"Morning, angel," he murmurs against your mouth before pulling away. "Ready to show me how the other half lives?"

The amusement dancing in his eyes tells you he's approaching this as entertainment rather than a serious challenge. A fact that does little to ease your growing apprehension. The truth is, you have absolutely no idea how Harry will handle taking orders rather than giving them, following someone else's rules rather than making his own. The only certainty is that it won't be boring.

"Harry, this is my manager, Ellie," you introduce quickly. "Ellie, this is Harry."

Ellie extends a slightly trembling hand, clearly intimidated despite Harry's relatively casual appearance. "Nice to meet you! Y/N’s told us...well, actually, very little about you."

Harry's smile doesn't reach his eyes as he shakes her hand briefly. "Has she now? Interesting."

"So, Harry, Y/N will show you the basics at the register first," she says, her usual authoritative tone notably subdued. "Just follow her lead."

Harry nods once, accepting the green apron Ellie holds out to him with obvious reluctance.

"I don't wear aprons," he states flatly, the garment dangling from his fingertips as if it's personally offensive.

Ellie blinks rapidly. "Oh, um, it's actually store policy for all employees to—"

The look Harry gives her makes the words die in her throat.

"Harry," you say, interrupting them. "Please"

.That 'please' and the little look in your eyes is exactly the reason you are now watching Harry Styles adjust the apron over his crisp white shirt, looking like he's preparing for battle rather than a shift serving coffee.

"The green apron clashes with your murderous aura," you tease quietly as you tie yours on.

He gives you a flat look. "I own businesses worth more than this entire block."

"And yet you've never made a latte," you counter with a smile. "Remember the deal, you have to actually try, and you have to follow the rules."

Harry's jaw tightens, but he nods once. "One shift. Then we never speak of this again."

The morning rush begins, and for the first hour, things go surprisingly well. Harry observes your interactions with customers, his expression neutral as he memorizes the point-of-sale system with unsettling speed. When you step aside to let him handle his first customer, you hold your breath.

"Welcome to Book & Bean," he says, his voice lacking the warmth you typically use but professionally neutral. "What can I get you?"

The middle-aged woman hesitates, studying the menu board. "Hmm, I'm not sure...what do you recommend?"

A flash of irritation crosses Harry's face. "Coffee."

The woman blinks. "Well, yes, but what kind, "

"The kind you want," Harry interrupts. "There are fifteen options on the board. Pick one."

You jump in quickly. "Our caramel macchiato is popular! Or the house blend is excellent."

The customer orders hastily, clearly unsettled by Harry's intensity, and you give him a warning look as you prepare her drink.

The next customer approaches cautiously, a businessman who takes an incoming call while standing at the register.

"One second," he mouths to Harry, holding up a finger while continuing his conversation.

Harry waits exactly five seconds before speaking. "Either order or move."

The man looks up, startled. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Harry says, his voice dropping to that quiet register that makes your stomach tighten with recognition. "Order. Or move."

The businessman ends his call immediately.

By mid-morning, a pattern emerges. Harry is surprisingly efficient, memorizing orders, handling money with practiced ease, and maintaining the precise, methodical movements of someone accustomed to control. But his customer service is...problematic.

When a college student complains that his americano isn't strong enough, Harry simply stares at him, unblinking, until the young man mumbles that it's "actually fine" and retreats to the farthest table.

A woman who changes her order three times finds herself on the receiving end of a smile that never reaches Harry's eyes as he says, "Are you certain? Because this is the last time you'll be able to change your mind."

Ellie approaches you as you're restocking cups. "Is your boyfriend always so...intense?"

"He's just taking it seriously," you offer weakly. "He's very...detail-oriented."

She glances over at Harry, who is precisely arranging pastries in the display case with the focus of someone disarming a bomb. "He's scaring the regulars."

The real trouble begins during your lunch rush. You're handling the espresso machine while Harry works the register, maintaining an uneasy efficiency, when Jake, a persistent grad student who's been asking you out despite your polite refusals, approaches the counter.

"Hey, Y/N," he calls over Harry's shoulder. "Looking good today. When are you finally going to let me take you to dinner?"

Before you can respond with your usual deflection, you sense the shift in Harry's posture, the subtle straightening that happens just before situations in his world turn dangerous.

"What can I get you?" Harry asks, his voice so deliberately controlled it raises alarm bells in your mind.

Jake finally focuses on Harry, taking in his cold expression with obvious confusion. "Uh, just a large cold brew. So anyway, Y/N, "

"$4.75," Harry interrupts.

Jake hands over a ten-dollar bill. "Keep the change if you give me five minutes to talk to your coworker here."

The temperature in the room seems to drop several degrees as Harry pockets the ten without breaking eye contact.

"Your drink will be ready shortly," he says, making no move to provide change. "And she's not available for conversation."

Jake's confusion turns to indignation. "Dude, that's my change. And I'm talking to Y/N, not you."

Harry leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur that somehow carries to where you're standing. "Consider it a fee for wasting her time. She's not interested. She has a boyfriend."

"What kind of customer service is this?" Jake demands, looking around for support. "Where's the manager?"

Ellie emerges from the back room, sensing trouble. "Is there a problem here?"

"Yeah, your new guy stole my change and is being a complete, "

Harry cuts him off with a smile that makes you wince. "I was just explaining our new policy regarding harassment of staff."

Jake sputters, looking between Harry and Ellie. "I wasn't, "

"You've been told no six times in the past month," Harry states with terrifying precision. "Your drink is ready. I suggest you take it and leave."

The way he says "suggest" makes it clear it's not a suggestion at all.

Jake grabs his cold brew and exits quickly, the bell above the door jingling cheerfully in contrast to the tense atmosphere he leaves behind.

Ellie turns to Harry with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Harry, while I appreciate you looking out for staff, we have protocols for handling difficult customers. You can't just keep someone's change."

Harry's expression remains neutral, but you recognize the dangerous glint in his eyes. "Your 'protocols' haven't stopped him from bothering her weekly. My way worked."

"That's not the point," Ellie insists, finding her managerial voice. "As long as you're working here, you need to follow our procedures. I need you to–"

She falters as Harry turns his full attention to her, his gaze assessing in a way that makes her instinctively step back.

"Need me to what?" he asks softly.

You intervene quickly. "Harry, can you help me with something in the stockroom? Right now?"

In the privacy of the small stockroom, you confront him. "You can't intimidate my boss! Or steal from customers!"

Harry leans against a shelf, entirely unrepentant. "That wasn't stealing. It was a transaction. He paid for a lesson in respecting boundaries."

"This isn't your world," you remind him, keeping your voice low. "You can't run a coffee shop like you run your... business."

"Clearly," he agrees dryly. "Your operation is inefficient. Your manager lacks authority. And you've allowed that customer to harass you for weeks."

You sigh, recognizing the futility of explaining normal workplace dynamics to a man who handles disagreements with methods that don't bear thinking about.

"Just... try to finish the shift without traumatizing anyone else? Please? For me?"

His expression softens marginally at your plea, and he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face in a gesture that's surprisingly tender given the conversation.

"For you," he concedes.

The afternoon brings new challenges. When assigned to shelve books in the literary section, Harry reorganizes the entire display by what he deems "actual quality" rather than alphabetically. A teenager who knocks over a stack of books receives such a withering look that he frantically begins reshelving the entire fiction section.

Remarkably, despite, or perhaps because of, Harry's intimidating presence, the café runs with unprecedented efficiency. Customers order quickly, without dithering. Tables are vacated promptly after use. Even the usual gaggle of students who buy one coffee and occupy tables for hours pack up and leave after Harry casually stands near their table, silently watching them for an uncomfortable minute.

By closing time, the café is spotless, the inventory is meticulously organized, and Ellie approaches you both with an expression of conflicted admiration.

"I've never seen the closing duties completed so efficiently," she admits. "And sales were actually up today. Fewer lingerers meant more turnover."

Harry merely nods, as if this outcome was inevitable.

"However," she continues, her professional tone returning, "I think perhaps this isn't the right...fit."

"You're firing him after one day?" you ask, trying not to sound relieved.

"Not firing," Ellie clarifies hastily, glancing nervously at Harry. "Just...suggesting that his talents might be better utilized elsewhere."

Harry removes his apron with precise movements. "Agreed."

As you collect your things to leave, Ellie pulls you aside. "Y/N, your boyfriend is...intense. Is everything okay with you two?"

The concern in her eyes is genuine, and you realize how Harry must appear to normal people, controlling, intimidating, potentially dangerous.

"Everything's fine," you assure her with a smile. "He's just very protective. And not used to...customer service."

Ellie nods, though she doesn't look entirely convinced. "Well, just so you know, you're expressly forbidden from bringing him in again. Even as a customer, I'm not sure..."

You laugh, the sound slightly strained. "Trust me, he won't be volunteering again."

Outside, Harry holds the car door open for you, his expression unreadable in the fading light.

"So," you say as he slides into the driver's seat, "what did you learn from your day as a normal person?"

Harry starts the engine, the luxury car purring to life. "That 'normal' is inefficient. Your manager should have banned that Jake person months ago. Your pricing is too low. And people waste an inordinate amount of time deciding between essentially identical coffee drinks."

You can't help but laugh. "That's your takeaway? Not 'I should be nicer to people' or 'retail is hard work'?"

He glances at you, a rare genuine smile softening his features. "I also learned that watching you work, being kind to people who don't deserve it, remembering orders, making everyone feel welcome, is somewhat impressive."

The admission, small as it is, warms you unexpectedly.

"However," he continues, his hand finding yours across the console, "if that Jake approaches you again, I'll be handling it my way, not Book & Bean's way."

The threat should alarm you, but after months with Harry, you've learned to distinguish between his casual intimidation and genuine intent. This, fortunately, sounds like the former.

"No need," you assure him. "I think your 'customer service' scared him off permanently."

As Harry drives you home, you can't help but reflect on the strange day, how the man beside you, who commands an empire built on fear and power, had momentarily stepped into your world and, predictably, refused to adapt to it. Instead, he'd bent it to his will, just as he does everything else.

The thought should probably concern you more than it does.

"So," you say lightly, "I'm thinking next we should try you at a daycare center."

The look he gives you could freeze fire, but you catch the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

"Push your luck, angel," he warns softly, "and I'll have you working in my world for a day. See how you handle that."

The challenge hangs between you, half-serious, wholly dangerous, and entirely tempting.

But that's a dare for another day.

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A/N: A little short, I know, but I wanted to get something out today. I hope you enjoyed it!

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