#and yeah they dont sell for like CRAZY amounts but i definitely COULD make something off of them

[dashiellqvverty]

fun fact about me i have 2 hercules mcdonalds plates from the 90s that my mom picked up at the salvation army for a couple bucks bc she knows i love disney hercules and i straight up just eat off of them <3 they aren't like crazy expensive but they are considered collectibles and they seem to mostly go for like ~15-30 apiece and i was like. well 1) its not enough money for me to want to sell them and 2) using them for their intended purpose is what makes me happy so why wouldnt i!!

[backtobackbakubabe]

I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (part 2)

Bakugo X Reader

She’s just my roommate. 

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He sipped on his third coffee as he scrolled through article after article on his laptop. It was almost noon and you were still sound asleep. He'd let you sleep as long as you needed. 

He had woken up with your back firmly pressed against his chest and his arm snug around your waist. He hated pulling away from you but he had to remind himself that he didn't know you and this was probably the last thing you needed. You had been a prisoner almost your whole life. You didn't need someone like him in your life. Someone harsh and angry. You had had enough of that already, he had seen it in your dream. He would be an asshole if he tried anything with you. So he would have to settle for slightly over protective roommate. 

He was looking for any article that might be linked to you. Trying to find out more about you, anything that would confirm your story. Not that he didn't trust you, but he just needed to know. He had been looking for almost an hour and he couldnt find anything. He already knew you weren't going to be on any social media. But he couldn't find any articles about a kidnapping or a missing persons report. To be fair he didn't have much to go on. All he had was your first name. He didnt even know how old you were. 

He was about to give up when something caught his eye. 

It was picture of you. You were very young maybe 5 or 6, but it was definitely you. 

Childs mother accused of selling her daughter and making it look like a kidnapping. Police found a suspicious amount of money that had been transferred to the mothers bank account only two days before her daughter was supposedly kidnapped. The transaction was untraceable, leading the police to believe that it was an illegal transaction of some kind. The daughter is on record for being an early bloomer who’s quirk is dream related. Such a quirk would be very dangerous in the wrong hands. The detective who made the original report on the kidnapping is now under investigation as well for corrupting evidence and tampering with the crime scene to help it fit the mothers story. 

And he thought he had a shitty mom... He couldnt help but stare at the picture. You looked so happy. You had braided pigtails and a goofy smile, showing off your missing teeth. You were so young... You had no idea that you your life was about to turn to shit. You didn't know what your life was going to become. It wasn’t fair... You didn't deserve this. The little girl in this picture deserved a chance to be a kid, to grow up, to be normal. But that was taken away from you. You would never get that time back. 

Thanks to the article he now knew how old you were, only about a year and a half younger than him. He cringed at the thought that while he and Deku were out exploring as children you were being forced to work for villains.  

He slammed his laptop shut when he heard you tip toeing into the kitchen. Still only wearing his oversized hoodie and boxers. Your hair was now in a messy bun and you looked adorable. You were only in the kitchen for a few seconds before you came out with a cup of coffee. 

You sat down on the couch next to him criss cross style. You gave your cup a weird look as you smelled it. 

“What? Did I make it too strong or something?” 

You gave him an embarrassed look, “I’ve actually never had coffee... I’ve always wanted to though. There was this book I read once, when I was probably around.. I don’t know thirteen. This girl met her soul mate at a coffee shop. She had written her number down on a napkin but he accidentally threw it away. Then he ended up going there every day in the hopes that he’d see her again. At the same time she was coming back to find him, but they kept missing each other. He ended up finding her again because she had a really weird coffee order and he heard someone call it out at the coffee shop. ” You shrugged, “I know it’s just a drink and its so stupid but...I don’t know.”

Bakugo stood up and took the cup out of your hands, “Well you’re not going to drink this shit then. Come on put some pants on. We’ll go out and get some real coffee.” 

You tried not to be nervous as you walked a few blocks to the coffee shop. Bakugo was with you. Nothing would happen. You kept looking over your shoulder expecting someone to jump out and say ‘Gotcha’. Bakugo could sense you were a bit stressed so he put an arm around your shoulder and leaned in, “It’s okay to be cautious. You have every right to be. But you cant live your life in fear. As long as you’re with me you’re safe. Got it?”

You nodded taking a moment to enjoy his caramel scent invading your personal space, “Got it.” 

You kept having to stop every so often and pull you pants up because it didn’t matter how tight you tied your borrowed sweatpants, they were just too big. Bakugo noticed this and paused. “Ok so clothes first or coffee first? You look a bit uncomfortable. I can can get you some clothes that actually fit you.”

You hugged yourself, “I wouldn't mind some pants... maybe a few shirts. But I actually really like this hoodie. Do you think we could get me one.”

Bakugo gave you a soft smile, “If you like it that much you can have it. Its just an old UA hoodie. I have tons of them.” 

You gave him a beaming smile and a quick nod, “Thank you! I’m going to wear it everyday!”

He just laughed at you, “Really it’s no problem. It’s probably best if you wash it every once in a while though. So clothes first or coffee?” 

You didn't even hesitate, “Coffee!” 

A few minutes later you both were standing in line in the cutest little cafe. The menu was huge and overwhelming. You nervously tugged at your hoodie sleeve, looking back and forth at the expansive menu. 

Bakugo saw your eyes dart back and forth over the menu, “That side of the menu is all tea. This side over here is all coffee. For your first time I would go with something sweet. Are there any flavors you prefer?”

You blushed, “I’ve recently been craving caramel.” He didn't need to know that that was purely based on the fact that he smelled like caramel last night when he was holding you when he thought you were asleep.

He nodded as you approached the front of the line, “Two hot caramel lattes, biggest ones you’ve got. And if you could add some cinnamon that'd be great thanks.” 

The girl behind the counter gave Bakugo a bright smile that made you uncomfortable. She looked crazy... why is she looking at him like that? “Is there anything else I can get for you? Anything at all?”

 You looked at him as he handed over some money to pay for your drinks. He seemed like he wasn’t paying her any attention. “No that’ll be it, oh wait! Y/n did you want anything to eat? Muffin? Croissant? Bagel?”

You bit your lip, “A muffin sounds amazing.” 

He smiled, “Yeah I agree.” He turned back to the girl behind the counter his smile disappearing, “Please add two blueberry muffins to my order.”

The girls smile faltered as she turned to look at you. Obviously not impressed with what she saw. “Of course, we’ll have that right out to you.” She rolled her eyes as soon as she didn't think Bakugo was looking, but you saw it and you had no idea what you could possibly have done to upset this complete stranger. 

You chose a cozy looking corner that had a couch and a little table. You were basically buzzing with excitement. You jumped up when you heard them call your order. You were almost to the pick up counter when you stepped on the end of the sweatpants you were wearing and tripped. Bakugo was up and at your side in an instant, “Hey walk much? I know you’re excited but I promise its nothing to trip over.” 

You knew by his tone he was just teasing you. So you took his outstretched hand and pulled yourself up, “Thanks. I’ll try to be less embarrassing in the future.” 

The same girl who had taken you order was now leaning over the pick up counter, “Well I’d start with not wearing baggy ass clothing in public.” She pushed your coffee towards you and plastered on the fakest smile you had ever seen, “Have a nice day. Come  back soon.” 

Bakugo’s hands slammed down on the counter but somehow when he started talking he sounded completely calm. Which was almost scarier, “Look here little miss bitch. I dont think you have a problem with her clothes, I think you have a problem with her wearing my clothes. I've been coming here for years and you always fucking flirt with me. It’s not my fault that after all this time you haven't picked up on the fact that I’m not interested. Next time we come in you better have one hell of an apology or I’m calling the owner. We go way back. I saved his life once. Who's side do you think he’ll take?” He looked over to you and handed you your coffee, “Here, take this and dont forget your muffin. We’re leaving.” 

You felt you face heat up as you left the cafe, “Bakugo you didn't have to do that. I dont even know her. She can think what she wants. It doesn't bother me. No matter what she thinks it’s probably still better than the truth. There’s no way for her to know who I am or what I’ve been through.”

He grunted, “Thats the thing. She doesn't know what you’ve been through but it  shouldn't matter! You treat people with respect, especially paying customers in your place of business. She’s lucky I didn't get her ass fired.”

You put your hand on his shoulder, “Thank you for defending me. I appreciate it, I truly do. But just know it isn't necessary.” 

He softened a bit, “I told you. As long as you’re with me you’re safe. And that includes deranged baristas.” He didnt know why he was already so attached to you. He knows he met you last night but thats not really true is it? He's seen you in his dreams for months. In a way it feels like he’s known you much longer. He gestured towards your coffee, “So how do you like it?” 

You brought the to-go cup up to your lips and slowly took your first sip. You closed your eyes and hummed in response to the warm delicious beverage. “This... is... wow. This is my new favorite thing.”

Bakugo pretended to be hurt, “Oh wow I thought you said my cooking was the best.” 

You giggled, “I can like two things Bakugo. Coffee is my favorite drink. Your noodles are my favorite food.” 

“Alright I think I can deal with that. Let’s go get you some clothes.” He stopped you before you could take a step and his hands found your waist. Your heart started to race, “Dont freak out I’m just trying to help you out a little.” His fingers pinched your waistband and rolled it a few times. Making the pants you were wearing a bit shorter as well as tighter. “That should be good enough to get you to the store without any more graceful accidents.”

And it was. You arrived at a clothing store just as you finished your coffee. He held the door open for you and you stepped into what was either heaven or hell. You weren't sure yet. There were clothes everywhere! Hanging on the wall. Folded on tables. There was hardly room to move around the store. “Oh wow.” 

“Yeah I know... It’s a lot. But I figured you’re stating from scratch and this place has everything. Or so I’ve been told.” He pointed to a rack off to the back of the store that had an abundance of jeans, “Lets start there and get you out of those tripping hazards.” 

You stepped out of the fitting room to show Bakugo the pair you picked, “What do you think? I think they fit pretty well.” 

His eyes were immediately glued to your ass. He felt like such a creep for even looking but once he did it was hard for him to look away. “Yeah they look great. Why dont we get a few pairs.” 

You looked at the price tag, “I dont know they're kind of expensive...”

He just waved you off, “Dont even worry about it.”

Bakugo sat patiently while you tried on clothes. Which was saying a lot for him. Sure he’s gotten better since high school but he still wouldn't consider himself a patient person by any stretch of the imagination. Yet here he was. You came out in a Ground Zero onesie and he rolled his eyes, “Real cute. Now put it back,”

You shook your head, “No I like it. And its on sale. Please! It so cozy! The inside is so soft! It’s like its hugging me.”

He grunted. Was he really jealous of an article of clothing? His own merch no less? “Whatever. If you want it that bad lets get it.” He stood up from his spot and cracked his back from sitting down for so long. “You about ready to go?” 

You nodded as you started to pile all of your clothes into a basket by his feet. You had ended up with several pairs of jeans, leggings, and sweatpants. Tons of shirts, a jacket, three pairs of shoes, and a couple dresses. “Yeah I just need to get underwear.” 

He blushed. God damnit Bakugo get your shit together. He had seen plenty of naked girls before. He cleaned his throat, “I think that’s over there. I’ll go ahead and start getting all this stuff rung up at the counter.” 

You skipped away to the direction of the underwater department while he went to the front to start the check out process. The women who started ringing in all your items gave him a sweet smile, “You’re such a good boyfriend. I saw you over there with her while she tried clothes on. My fiancé would have been complaining in the first ten minutes.” 

He flinched, “I’m not her... she's... were not together. She's my roommate.” 

The women quirked an eyebrow, “Oh? And do you make it a habit of buying all of your roommates hundreds of dollars worth of clothes?” 

Bakugo growled, “Just ring this shit up would ya?”

He was messing with all the kick knack stuff by the register, purposively ignoring the growing total. His eye caught a something that he knew he had to get. It was a necklace that had a rose cold coffee cup. The smoke swirled up into a heart and as cheesy as it was he just had to buy it for you. He tossed in onto the pile of clothes, “This too...”

She eyes it carefully, “Are you sure you two aren't-”

“Hey I picked some stuff out. I tried to stay pretty practical. Just got a bundle pack of underwear one nice bra and two sports bras. The lady over there helped me pick them out. She kept trying to get my to buy some really uncomfortable looking pair, insisting you would like it but they looked itchy.” You almost choked when you saw the total. “Oh my gosh Bakugo! We need to put some of it back! That’s way too much!”

He shook his head and put a hand on your shoulder, “Nope. You need it. You cant keep wearing my clothes. As cute as it is, you need your own.” 

You picked up the necklace that was now sitting on top. “Oh I love this... but I dont remember picking it out...”

“That’s because I did. I thought you’d like i-”

You had thrown your arms around his neck, “You are honestly the nicest person in the world. I’m so glad I found you... I dont know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t.”

He made eye contact with the clerk over you shoulder and she was giving him a shit eating grin as if to say roommate huh? “I’m happy you like it.” 

[wroteasongabouther]

ceo!harry - part 3

warning this part is much longer than my usual writing, sorry??? but honestly i think this might be my favourite part so far, and i really enjoyed writing it so i hope that you all enjoy reading it :)) please any feedback/reblogs/likes are so so so appreciated as if you guys dont already know this.. 

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November 30th 2018

“You look,” Mr Styles pauses and it causes your breath to get caught in your throat. Your hands brush down the forest green velvet gown that had been dropped off at your studio apartment earlier today. The deep vneck cut stop directly above your belly button, the long sleeves keep your arms warm while the slit up to the middle of your right thigh had chills running down your spine - or maybe that was because of the way Mr Styles was looking at you. 

“Is the makeup too much? I don’t really know the rules for this type of thing,” you tremble on your words as you fix your slicked back hair to fall behind your shoulders again. The makeup was dark, a smokey eye and a deep red lip to contrast with the green gown. 

“No, no,” Mr Styles shakes his head. “You look amazing, Y/N,” he says softly while the corners of his lips turn upstairs just a little. 

It’s been almost two weeks since Mr Styles hired you to be his assistant. It wasn’t too hard, besides the early morning and the New York traffic that caused you to realize that you had to wake up even earlier than you had thought in order to not be late. But otherwise, the organizing and the coffee runs and the answering phones was too easy. And you think that Mr Styles knew this too, he had to of realized that you were taking on this job with ease. So now, he had invited you along to this party for some charity thing - as his assistant of course. Despite him buying you a Gucci dress and letting you have the day off too. 

“Thank you,” you nod while fighting your own smile.

“We should get going, don’t want to be late,” he says, holding open the door to his office that you had just walked through.

“Wouldn’t want that, Mr Styles,” you reply while walking side by side to the elevator. He smirks, his head dropping as you both wait for the doors to open. He doesn’t respond till after he hits the parkade button and it lights up.

“You can, uh,” he pauses to lick his lips, you’re hands nervous thread together in front of you. “You can call me Harry, in private only,”

The way he adds the ‘in private only’ part makes your stomach flutter while those naughty thoughts take over your mind again. But you know it’s a simple request in order to keep things professional in the work place, but you can’t help it - to say you were attracted to your boss would e saying the least. Those green eyes and long curly brown locks had been invading your dreams since the very first time you’d stepped foot into his office.

New York felt more - dream like, tonight. Wearing a dress that cost more than your monthly rent, having your hair and makeup done as well as you could do with your drugstore brands, sitting beside the city’s richest young man in business, driving in a Rolls Royce to a fancy dinner party - it was sort of crazy. And one day, you wanted this to be your normal life. You wanted to be the business woman ordering people to get your morning coffee and be flooded with emails as people was your opinion and only your opinion. After years and years of schooling that has put you in a disgusting amount of debt, you weren’t the business woman you dreamt of being. You were the little assistant doing all the running around and giving her boss longing looks. 

Out of the corner of your eye you glance to where Harry sat across the back seat. He’s looking down at his new iPhone he had been shipped yesterday, already programmed thanks to you, since he had broken his last one from dropping it off the top of the Eiffel Tower. Just rich things - right? Besides that you take in his suit again, admiring the ruffles at the chest of his shirt and how the black pants fit his thighs so well. His hair looked as though is had been barely touched today, while other days you can tell he’s a bit more stressed with the curly locks being a wild mess. 

You’re sort of surprised it’s not a mess, since you had the day off and all, but then you recall he had the day off too. A part in your mind imagines he spent it with someone - maybe a redhead who he’s known for years or maybe even days. The thoughts of them rolling around in bed makes your stomach turn, jealousy wasn’t the best thought of have while thinking of your boss. 

“Did you get my email this morning?” Harry asks, his voice booming through the quiet of car. 

“Uh,” you snap out of the daze you were in, “yeah, I did,” you nod. 

“Memorized the names and faces?” 

“Yes,” 

“Can’t have my assistant being one of the clueless ones,” he says with a smug look on his face. 

“You don’t have to worry about me,” 

“M’starting to figure that out,” the smug look is still there as you gaze at him. You watch his tongue dart out just a little to lick his lips, and for only a split second you zone out as you think of that tongue licking your lips - you shake your head and look out the window as the car pulls up to what looks like one hell of a party. 

Whomever was tonights event planner had really outdone any sort of expectations you had. While Harry merely brushed off the dazzling decor, shining lights, and the literal red carpet that you two walked down - ignoring the handful of paparazzi that were obviously hoping to sell any picture they snuck in tonight to Page Six. You've been in the background of a few photos already this past few weeks, but something told you they’d be paying a bit more attention with the way you were all dolled up. Harry sure was, paying more attention that is. You can’t help but notice how he’s keeping a watchful eye on you as the night plays out around you. 

As it was your job, you kept close by Harry to help him recall some guests names and such. But over time you would end up in your own conversations, socializing was something you got better at as you sipped your first vodka cranberry mix of the night. Then by your second, delivered by Harry, you were cracking jokes that even had your boss laughing under his breath - something you hadn’t seen before. 

“Where have you been hiding this one, Styles? She’s absolutely wonderful,” an older woman, with one large stripe of grey in the front of her long black hair, grins as she links arms with you. 

Harry’s smiles tug up into the familiar smug smile, “she is, isn’t she?” 

His eyes don’t stay on the people standing around you two for long, they fall onto you rather quickly. You feel like you can’t breathe for a moment as his green eyes stare into yours, like really stare into yours. There’s something more there. And yes, there has been some lingering stares at the office before and some more unintentional flirtatious comments from the both of you - but this was different. This was you needing another vodka cran. 

“Excuse me,” you smile to everyone and walk off towards the bar again as someone else starts up another conversation about some more business stuff. 

“Are you feeling alright?” Harry’s voice catches you off guard for a second as you nearly finish your drink. He eyes the glass, causing you to feel self conscious over the fact you were casually drinking so much in a work situation with your boss literally standing beside you. The panic in your head only proves to your that you’re in fact tipsy after your third drink of the night now. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you nod. 

“Are you having a good time?” He smiles this time. 

“Yes, I am,” you return his smile. 

“Good, I’m glad,” he nods, “would you like another drink, miss?” 

“I think I’ve had enough tonight, Mr Styles,” 

“Harry,” he corrects you, lips twitching again it seems, “and are you sure? I think you deserve it, been working you rather hard lately,”

His voice shouldn’t have this effect on you any longer. You shouldn’t be getting chills down your spine as the words roll off his tongue. But you do, causing you to switch around your footing while leaning just slightly against the bar to not seem so obviously flustered. You swallow the lump in your throat and look to your left to see the bartender was standing close, peeking in the corner of your eye and noticing Harry had already beckoned him over. 

“A vodka cranberry, correct?” Harry asks, his lips still just barely turned up into a smile. You nod and he doesn’t waste time to order himself a drink as well as yours too. 

“Thank you,” you say to the bartender as he passes it to you. “And as for working hard, Harry,” you pause as his attention falls back to you instead of the bartender who’s very clearing eyeing up the older boy. “I’m perfectly capable, I don’t want you to think otherwise. This is exactly what I wanted to get to after all those years in lectures,” 

“To be my assistant?” Harry questions, eyebrow raised. 

“One day I’ll be more, I’ll work harder than you’ve got me doing and maybe I’ll need an assistant of my own,” you smile proudly at the big dreams you have inside the foggy head of yours. You were most definitely tipsy. 

At first Harry doesn’t respond, he’s merely staring at you with a meaningful look - as though he’s trying to figure you out or something. Then he lifts his glass to his lips and takes a sip. Somehow even that gesture makes you swallow hard and lick your lips afterwards. You suppose it’s the hard grip he’s got on the glass, how the rings upon his fingers click against the glass as he brings it back down to the bar top.

“I’m glad you’re perfectly capable, darling, because we’ve just barely scratched the surface,” Harry states while lifting his chin just slightly and he full on brings his lips into a smirk as he keeps such direct eye contact it makes your stomach turn with nerves. 

“I can handle it,” you answer without a second thought. Your voice is softer than you want, and you notice the sultry hint to it which brings on another wave of nerves as you wait for Harry to register to flirting. 

Just barely another second passes between you two before Harry’s stepping closer. And just like the first time he brushed up against you, your breath gets caught in your throat while your heart hammers in your chest. Recalling the first time, he had bent down just behind where you sat at your desk to peer at your computer screen, his shoulder had brushed yours - but that was nothing like right now. His free hand drags from your hip oh so slowly to the bare skin at the tip of the v cut of your dress. 

“S’why I hired you, darling,” Harry whispers in a husky voice, his breathe blowing warm against your neck. When his fingers dip into the dress, fingertips dancing lightly at your skin above your bellybutton, you think you might faint honestly. 

His fingers move upwards, getting dangerously close to your chest when you finally turn your head and see he’s watching your facial expression this whole time. The greens of his eyes are almost taken over by his pupils but they’re stll darker than usual. Your gaze flickers down to his lips as his tongue appears to lick his lips. The back of his knuckles brush up and down just below your breasts as his lips curl up into a smirk again. You can’t help it as a shaky breath blows passed your parted lips. Harry’s lips onto pull further up as your nervous eyes find his again. 

“Got some people to speak to,” he states as his hand moves back down the vcut again. Just his index finger is left on your skin as he speaks in a low voice again. “Quite like the dress, like it a lot,” he says so quietly you barely hear him yourself. 

And then he’s walking off passed you and back into the party - leaving you to down your drink and relive the moment about five times in your head over and over again. First you over analyze it, trying to remember how many drinks Mr Styles has had tonight too. Intoxication made people act a certain way that could really not mean a thing. But then you realize how much you wanted him to mean anything. Even to brush his hand against your arm again, or give you that stupid smirk once more. You wanted him, in any way you could get him. 

“I’ll have another please,” you say to the bartender as he ends up in front of you again. You don’t have to relay your drink order, he’s already pouring a vodka shot into a glass and filling it with the red liquid before handing it over the bar. “Thanks,” you smile. 

“Not a problem,” he dazzles you with a pearly white smile before turning his attention to some greying old man demanding another scotch. So typical. You stand there and watch the bartender for a moment, but then you’re attention is taken by the same woman who had called you wonderful just earlier. 

“Why are you hiding over here all alone, dear?” She asks as she steps in front of you. 

“Just got another drink,” you say, lifting up the drink. 

‘Oh, I remember ordering those bloody vodka cranberries when I was young too. Now I need gin to get through this damn things,” she jokes just as the bartender starts to make her drinks, finished off with a lime on the rim and everything. “Thanks, Benjamin,” she smiles to the kinda cute bartender. Maybe he’d fill the lustful void your boss was pushing you into. 

“You’ve been working in the business a while?” You ask.

“Started even lower than you are, in the mail room for Kingsmen Corporations,” she explains - the name isn’t unfamiliar but you knew it wasn’t around anymore. “Then over some time I bought it out and made it my own, it’s Queens Corporations now,” she smiles. 

And that was what you wanted to do. You wanted to be this woman standing before you. As the years went on, you’d use all the damn education you got and stand up for yourself to work your way up in the business. The two of you talk for a while longer, exchanging thoughts on the stocks, a recent PR mishap that happened in a new company, and she then gave you a handful of contacts to consider when you were ready. First on her list was Westbrook Atlantic, a company that you thought was so entirely out of your league that you barely gave the number a second glance as she listed off the others. 

“Oh boy,” Kathy, you’d learnt her name by now, laughs at something you had said. “Well it’s been a great time, but I should get my driver to come pick me up now,” she states while pulling out her phone. 

“It is getting rather late, past your bedtime isn’t it?” Harry jokes to Kathy, which earn both a laugh and an eye roll in return. 

“Funny young man, aren’t you?” 

“Only for you Kathy,” he winks. This side of Harry was one you had yet to see till he approached you and Kathy just about an hour earlier. He still had a stiff look to his stance beside you and he still oozed confidence and authority, but he was chuckling more and making light comments and winking now. He even leans forward to hug her as she leaves, she hugs you as well, and then it’s the two of you again. 

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second before looking up to meet his stare. “Was there anything else you needed tonight, Mr Styles?” you ask. 

It takes Harry a few moments to answer. You can see the wheels in his head turning, it’s a look in his eyes you’ve come to recognize while he’s working at the office. It’s also a look you find rather attractive. You hold your own hand at the front of you, fiddling with your fingers as you await his answer. Finally, Harry opens his lips at the same time he steps towards you. You inhale sharply at how close he is to your for the second time tonight.

“Go up to the front desk of the hotel, book the best suite they have for the night under your name, use my card,” he pauses as he must take in your furrowed brows and utterly confused facial expression to his orders. “And I’ll meet you up there in twenty minutes, enough time for you to get everything situated. Just let me take off this dress,” he inches back to meet your eyes as he says the last bit - there’s a fire behind his eyes that matches the fire in the pit of your stomach. 

His eyes are still gazing into yours as your minds in a fog trying to think this through. Then you get to the realization that you just shouldn’t think this through at all. You wanted this. You wanted him. 

“Ok?” Harry questions, giving you an out it seems. 

“Ok,” you nod once. 

His lips curl up into that damn smirk that you want to kiss off his lips. You don’t even notice as he takes out his credit card and gives it to you, handing it to your sweaty nervous hands. Then Mr Styles gives you one last nod before walking away, leaving you to make your way out of the party and to the front desk. He had given you twenty minutes, and wether or not he changed his mind of the taking off your dress part, you didn’t want to upset him by not getting a room. 

“The penthouse suite was just cleaned out,” the woman at the front desk states. 

“Is that the best suite then?” you ask, fixing the slit of your dress as you stand at the front desk and wait for her to book the room. 

“Yes,” she nods. 

“Then book it,” you say - noticing how snappy your voice sounds in the rush you were feeling at this moment. She nods, takes the black credit card with Harry’s name on it from your hands and then takes your information before asking if you had any luggage. “No, just need the room for the night,” you state. She nods, giving you a look before she finally waves over the bellboy to take you to the penthouse suite. 

Eight minutes, that’s how long you had till that private elevator was to open again and Harry was to walk into this ridiculous suite. When the bellboy brought you up, you were still in shock over the gold details on the floor of the elevator that your mouth literally fell at the sight of the penthouse suite. It’s all just as luxurious as the movies make it out to be. You thank the bellboy and then he leaves you alone - alone for the next eight minutes. Because your boss was about to come up here and fuck you. 

You start to panic for a moment. Wiping your sweaty hands against the velvet material of your dress as you pace around the penthouse suite. You were drunk and it was starting to set in that you had really done this. You had booked this hotel, and were waiting for Harry to make his way up here to take off this dress. 

Swallowing hard, you manage to make your way up the stairs to where the bedroom was found. A list of things run through your mind as you slowly step into the room and stare at the perfectly made bed. You could do this. Fuck Harry, have potentially the best sex of your entire life and think about it forever. Then you two could move on professionally and act as though it never happened. 

Or you could do this, he could regret it, and then fire you. You shake your head and look at your feet. But there was those numbers Kathy had so kindly given you earlier - so screw it. Literally, screw Harry and then if he fires you, you’ll proudly go find yourself another job knowing you got to fulfill this stupid fantasy you’ve had since walking into his office last month.

Both your hands are in your hair when you hear the elevator doors open. Your heart beat races again as your thought consume you. There’s nothing you want more than to turn off all your thoughts and just make this risky decision. So you shut your eyes, let out a deep breath and listen to his boots against the wood panel flooring. Just as he gets up the staircase, you reach down your neck to the zipper of your dress. 

It pools on the floor at your heels and you know he’s in the room now, you can feel his presence like any other day. The chill in the room makes your nipples harden immediately since you’re not wearing a bra due to the low cut of your dress you were wearing tonight. Harry shuts the bedroom door before his boots hit the floor again, making his way towards you. 

“Thought I said I wanted to take off the dress,” he hums as he gets closer. His voice nearly takes your breath away. “Are you not going to listen to me, Pet?”

You don’t know what to say. He’s closer now, pressed against your bare skin as his hot breath hits your shoulder, seems Harry is staring at your body as you stood there waiting. 

“Well, are you going to listen?” Harry repeats himself, his voice sounded more stern - it causes a chill to fall down your spine. 

“Yes,” you answer. Your voice is soft, almost like a squeak as you stare down at the ground. 

“Come on, darling,” Harry’s voice is softer this time. His finger curls under your chin, tilting up to bring your eyes to meet his. There’s still that fire, the lustful look that anyone your age should grow to know, but they’re also warm and welcoming almost. “You want this,” he says, it’s not a question. 

“I-” you can’t seem to find your voice as Harry’s hand falls down, brushing just barely over your collarbone before he finds your left breast. Your breath is caught in your throat as his thumb flicks at the bud of your nipple. 

“Tell me,” he pauses as you literally bite on your bottom lip to force back a moan as the pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple again. “Tell you want this, Pet,” he says, sultry and sweet. 

“I want this,” you say. 

Harry suddenly pinches your nipple, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Then his other hand is on the move as you feel it just barely touch your hip. Your legs clench together, and you can already feel the wetness between your thighs. God yes you wanted this. 

“Just need one more word, Pet,” he smirks. 

“Harry,” you moan out his name as his index finger touches at the crease of your folds. It’s teasing, and he’s obviously good at it as one hand is cupping your breast while the other is so close to your clit you don’t know how much longer you can stand here in these heels. 

“Nope,” he says. 

The hand between your thighs moves away, and you release a whimper - something you didn’t think you’d ever do. Harry seems to enjoy it too as you notice his lips turning up before you’re fluttering your eyes closed. Both hands are on your chest now, while his lips fall forward, brushing just barely over the exposed skin on your neck. You use your hands finally to brush back your hair, letting Harry get a better angle. 

“One more word,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. Your breathing is so heavy, your heart is beating so fast, you can barely think as he touches both your budding nipples again. “Come on, Pet, you want this, tell me you want this,” he nearly hisses out the last word into your ear. 

“Yes, I want this, I want this,” you repeat as the words die in your throat at the feeling of him pinching both your nipples again. 

“Manners, Pet,” he says. 

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and it’s like a switch flips on as his large hands grip the back of your thighs. 

Harry lifts you up into the air, your dress is left there on the floor as your heels knock into each other as you cross your ankles behind his back. The feeling of the fabric of his shirt against your clit surprises you and because of how turned on and ready you are, you moan loudly. Harry’s lips find your neck again, this time he’s not brushing them softly against your skin - this time he’s nippling and sucking and licking so much your head spins. More strings of pleases leave your lips till your back hits the mattress gently, Harry’s lips never leaving your neck and his hands move to separate your legs. You inhale deeply as one hand hovers over your freshly waxed vagina. 

“I got over the fact you weren’t wearing a bra around all those people tonight,” he states, “I would have gone mad knowin’ you weren’t wearing any underwear too, Pet,” he explains. Then his hand moves, fingers moving against the wetness between your folds, finding your clit and making you want to scream instantly. 

There’s no words that you can even think up besides “fuck, yes, Harry,” over and over again between moans as he builds you up. The orgasm is almost near, you can feel it in your stomach, the blissful feeling that you’re about to cum that you hadn’t felt from a man in so long it hurts - but then it’s gone. You open your eyes and see Harry staring back down at you. He smirks, and then he moves off the bed. You furrow your brows together and start to worry. 

Where was he going?

You widen your eyes, chest heaving up and down like crazy, naked in this stupid king sized bed. You felt cold now. What had you done? You said please. All those worried thoughts disappear again when you feel the bed dip. Harry’s long hair hits your collarbone as he holds himself above you. 

“Next time,” he pauses, leaving you to try and not smile by those two promising words, “we won’t need to use a condom,” he states while holding up the foil packaging. 

“Okay,” you nod. You’re unsure of what he means exactly but you don’t care right now. “Now, please, fuck me,” you beg him in the most winey voice you’ve heard you use for sex. 

“One more time,” 

“Please, Harry, please,” you reach up and tug on his hair as his hand surprisingly finds it’s way at your entrance. You moan as he slips it in, with how wet he’s gotten you he doesn’t struggle to fit another in. 

It’s then that you realize just how unfairly you were under him completely naked - minus the heels, but that didn’t matter. While Harry was still fully dressed, except for the suit jacket he must’ve ditched downstairs. Your hands unwind from his long hair and start on the buttons of his shirt. When Harry catches what you’re doing, he picks up the speed of his fingers moving in and out of you. You gasp and let out a long moan, biting down on your lip again as you struggle to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Then he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-stop without any trouble as you grip the collar of his shirt and push it down his arms. 

“Please,” you sigh out the word as his fingers slip out of you. 

All professional, reasonable, logical, smart, all of your damn thoughts are out the window as you watch Harry with hooded eyes. He brings the fingers that are slick with your cum to his mouth and closes his lips around them. It’s the hottest damn thing you’ve ever seen. His eyes on you as he sucks them clean. Then you’re at a lose for words as he finally takes off his pants and you see his cock. It’s big, really big, and it’s red and you can’t help but notice the bit of pre cum that’s left the tip already. You watch as he puts on the condom, then you inhale deeply as he waits at your entrance. 

This was really happening. You were going to fuck your boss. And again too apparently. Is it crazy that you’re already thinking about the next time, and he hasn’t even put his dick in your this time yet? But boy, when he does finally slip into you, the walls of you squeezing around his cock as he pushes it entirely into you slowly. You squirm underneath him, trying to not close your legs as you screw your eyes shut. 

“Oh, fuck,” you pant. 

He only waits about ten seconds, maybe even less, before he’s moving inside of you. Thrusting hard and quick into you, making you stomach turn and mind fog up again as it builds. You can’t be fucking for more than a minute before you’re reaching down between you and going to rub your own clit. But Harry’s quick to smack your hand away and does it himself. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes,” you breathe out each word as he pounds even faster and harder into you while his thumb moves in circles on your clit. 

It’s mind numbing, the orgasm he gives you. You legs spasm while your fists bunch up the covers beneath you while you moan so loudly you’re sure all of New York City can hear you. Then once you’ve coming back down from the orgasm, you feel as though Harry’s about to bring you to another one so soon. His thrusts start to be more frantic, so quick you can’t find the sounds to moan from every time he hits your g-stop. You’re just laying there, mouth wide open, hands wound tight in his hair, as he pounds relentlessly into your pussy. Then his small grunts turn into one long loud groan. The sound if him finding his release brings on another from you. Both your voices meshing together in the room as you shut your eyes again and try to breathe again too. 

“Didn’t know if you had it in you, Pet,” Harry says, his lips against your hair as he slips out of you and lays face down directly beside you. 

“Told you,” you pause to catch you breath, “I can handle it,” you say. 

Harry chuckles, the sound bounces off the walls of the room and makes your lips turn up into a smile. Then you’re eyes close as it grows quiet again. Sex sure does work you out. As you lay there in what has to be the comfiest bed you’re ever slept in, your breathing falls back to normal, while your mind finally shuts off. You’re both quiet and don’t move for what feels like so long that you end up falling asleep. 

The next morning, you wake up to the sun shining through the blinds that neither you or Harry thought of closing it seems - suppose it doesn’t matter since you were 49 floors up. You roll over, half expecting to be alone and half expecting Harry to be there. And you’re right, he’s gone. You sit up, letting the covers fall down to your waist as you look around the room. First thing you notice is the green dress hung up directly across from you. Beside it is an outfit similar to one you wore to work a week ago almost, but you have a feeling the tags stitched inside will make your heart sink. 

You glance to the side table at your left. There’s a single white rose laying there on the dark wood, and beside that is a note. You notice the familiar handwriting and pick it up to read it. 

‘I’ll see you at the office, darling -Styles’

You sigh and fall back onto the soft white pillow. Okay, you could do this, you think while getting out of the bed. Just needed a nice hot quick shower and then you could get dressed and go to work. You step into the ensuite bathroom and have to take a second look at the rainfall shower that’s in the centre of the room. 

“Holy shit,” you gasp. 

This was by far the worst shower to have to be in a rush. You quickly get changed into the deep red dress, the low cut is in the back this time, stopping mid bad in order to still be professional. As if that should be your worry after last night. You can’t help but stop to look at the tag hand stitched into the dress though, it reads Gucci. The same letters that were on the tag of the green dress that hung in front of you. A brand that you’ve grown to love now. 

It’s not too late in the morning by the time you check out of the hotel and catch a taxi to the office. It’s barely past nine in the morning as you get up to the highest floor Styles Enterprises owns, also known as the top floor of the building. You go to the closet just by your desk first, opening it to see Harry’s dark navy blue coat already hanging there. You hang up the green dress beside it and shut the door, turning around to stare at the large doors that lead into Harry’s office. It was now or never, and it would be cowardly to sit at your desk without checking in like you do every normal morning. And today, it had to be a normal morning - even if last night you had your legs wrapped around him. 

You let out one last sigh, push open the doors and see him sitting at his desk. Harry has his phone pressed to his ear, his eyes don’t glance up as they seem to be glaring down at his desk. Must be a important call. You swallow the lump in your throat and take a few more steps into his office. 

Harry looks up now, he first looks at your heels - same from last night, that had somehow find it’s way off your feet. Then he takes in the dress he had brought you. Finally once he meets your eyes, you don’t see that fire from last night. 

“Coffee,” he mouths before turning around and speaking into his phone about some PR thing. 

You nod, turn on your heels, and walk out of his office. You were his assistant. Last night was a spur of the moment, one time thing, that meant nothing. But then you remember him saying something about the condom, next time - he wanted there to be a next time. You smile and make your way downstairs to grab his coffee. When you return, he’s off the phone this time. 

“Thank you,” he says as you set his coffee on the desk. 

“You’re welcome,” you nod.

You two look into one another eyes, you catch him glancing behind you only for a quick second before his lips tug up into a smirk. He does the same thing as he had done before you got coffee. Eyes trailing up from the heels to meet your eyes again. He licks his lips and stands from the desk, slowly making his way towards you.

“Got one more condom, then you’ve got a doctors appointment, got it?” Harry asks. You blush under his sultry stare, thinking about how good he felt last night.

“Got it,” you nod.

“Yeah? You sure you want to do this again, Pet? Cause we can stop it all, after this at least, cause I’m hard as hell even thinking about it,”

Harry steps in front of you, he reaches up and drags the back of his finger down your cheek softly and all the way down your neck too. There’s a faint hickey, so small you almost missed it, but when Harry’s eyes fall to your neck you know he’s found it. He brushes his finger over the small hickey and even though you weren’t going to say no probably ever - that was when you fell apart.

“I want it, please,” you sigh just as he leans forward and presses his lips to your neck.

 —

November 12th 2021

Another long day at the office meant you needed some retail therapy. Maybe the fact you had fucked your ex boss and whatever else he was to you also had to do with some of the stress shopping you were currently doing in Gucci. It had been almost a week now. And in those six days you hadn’t messed around with Michael or slept with anyone else for that matter. But also in those six days, you hadn’t heard a peep from Harry.

It was for the best, but for some stupid reason that fact he hadn’t even sent you an annoying email was bothering you. It shouldn’t be bothering you. But these Gucci loafers and printed shirts are filling whatever void Harry’s got you in. 

“Well tell whoever’s in the damn private change room that I’ll buy whatever’s on their body right now and they can wear it out for all I care,” you say with narrow eyes and a finger pointing towards the change room. All you wanted was to be treated like the black credit card VIP you were. Not like another one of those stupid ‘rich kids’ blowing their entire saving on a stupid belt. You deserved the private shopper and change room with champagne at your disposal. 

“Ma’am, my apologies-” 

“I don’t want you apologies, I want-” your shouting is stopped abruptly when you catch sight of the same person who’s been clouding your thoughts nearly every day walk out of the VIP change room. Of course Harry’s at Gucci. 

“I’m just about done,” he states as his eyes meet yours. 

“Excuse me, I’ve got to check on someone in the backroom,” the sales person walks off, leaving you and Harry by yourselves. 

“So,” Harry’s voice brings your attention away from the person walking away and back to him, “you’re buying whatever’s on my back, huh?” he smirks while you take in the clothes he’s wearing. It’s a simple black button up shirt, but it’s sheer and when he moves closer to you, you notice the shine in the fabric. It’s a nice shirt, you suppose. Hell it was a really nice shirt and he looked really fucking good in it. 

“Are you following me around now?” you question. 

Harry chuckles, turning away from you to reach for a suit jacket that’s hung up beside the change room door. “I was here for first, you know,” he says. 

“But if I remember correctly, you showed up to my party and then you broke into my penthouse,” you narrow your eyes at him while crossing your arms. Harry glances back over his shoulder at you while fixing the collar of the jacket. 

“Still hung up on me showing up to your place, huh darling?” he teases you, a smirk tugging on his lips as he turns back to the mirror. 

Your brows pull together at his comment. “I’m not hung up on-” you stop yourself, letting out a deep breath as you roll your eyes at the man standing just a few feet in front of you. 

“Doing some shopping then?” Harry asks. You hate how casual he’s being, as if the last time he had seen you his dick wasn’t inside of you. It’s annoying. 

“Yes,” you bite out. 

“Seem a bit stressed out,” he exclaims. 

You let out a sigh, eyes glancing up at the ceiling while walking to the small pink plush couch. You bend down to grab a flute of champagne that’s sitting upon the table in front of the couch, and the only thing between you and Harry now. Taking a seat on the couch, you lean back and cross your black pant clad legs. 

“Need a better assistant,” you shrug. 

“Those are hard to come by,” Harry states before he’s walking towards you. 

You keep your gaze on him as he too grabs a flute of champagne and has a sip. There’s so many old memories that flood your head as his green eyes stare back into yours as the glass of bubbly leaves his lips. Lips you have been thinking about way too much lately. You want them on your neck, to suck and nibble on your skin till there’s a small bruise left. You want those pink lips between your legs too, making you moan till the sun rises. But mostly, you want to feel them against your own - something you haven’t felt in years, yet you still  dream about it. 

This man who’s standing in front of you, again for the fourth time within a week, had managed to bring back that same girl you were all those years ago. Years without a word, and now he can’t seem to leave you alone. You narrow your eyes and bring the flute to your lips again, having another long sip. 

“Are you almost done here? I’ve had a long day, and I need to try on a few things,” you say, trying to force back a yawn. 

Harry pauses, watching you as you lay back in the couch waiting for him to answer. Then he nods once. “Go right ahead, I’ll have the sales person clear out my things after I change,” he explains. 

“Thank you,” you say. 

You sit back and wait as Harry changes and the sales person returns again. You get them to bring in your clothes and shoes before they finish with his sale. As that all goes down, you check some emails and return some texts, eyes glued to your phone screen as you passed by Harry and walked into the change room that’s holding your handful of items. He didn’t need a goodbye, seeing as he didn’t bother to reach out to you after all these years - you’re not quite sure why you’re surprised he didn’t contact you after a good fuck only days ago. 

The first piece of clothing you try on is a cream dress with a black thin string around the high neckline. It ruffles at the sleeves and along the bottom hem too. Of course, there’s no mirrors inside of the change room so you must walk out to the VIP lounging area you were just in to get a view of the dress. 

“Looks lovely,” Harry says, catching you so off guard that you literally jump and hold onto your chest as your heart beats fast. 

“What are you still doing here?” you question, walking towards the mirror to fix the dress a bit. 

“Got some time to kill,”

“You don’t have time to kill, there’s no such thing as time to kill in your world,” 

“Our world, you mean,” he corrects you with a smug look. 

“Right, yeah, exactly,” you shake your head, “which is exactly how I know, cause I barely have time to try on these things, so there’s no way you have time to give me your opinion on them,” 

“Sure I do,” he shrugs, lounging back into the couch with another glass of champagne. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you mumble under your breath before turning back to walk into the change room again. “Leave, Styles,” you call back over your shoulders. 

You changed into the flowing black top with flower embroideries and a black and white patterned skirt that had a gold buckle acting as a fake belt. You definitely liked this outfit more, but it was less office wear and more ‘walking around London going to dinner with a hot...’ - your thoughts trail off as you walk back out and see that Harry hasn’t left. You roll your eyes, turning to the mirror to tuck the top into your skirt. Gazing into the reflecting, you see Harry’s eyes are glued to you. And there’s a familiar look, one that you can’t see right now or else you’d both end up naked in the change room. The sex - it can’t happen again.

“Fine,” you sigh and throw back hands up into the air while turning back around to face Harry again. “If you won’t leave, then I will,” you state. 

“Now who’s the ridiculous one,” Harry says. 

“Still you,” you say and narrow your eyes at him. 

You walk around the couch and pull back the curtain to find the sales person standing near by. The moment they see the determined look on your face, they quite literally drop what they’re doing to rush over. 

“I’ll take everything I have, I need to leave now,” you tell them before walking back into the room, passed where Harry still sat, and went to get changed. When you had finished getting changed and the clothes and such were brought out by the sales person. You took a seat on the now vacant couch and sipped some more champagne while awaiting for your sale to be rung up.

Your mind was racing a million miles an hour it felt like. Harry freaking Styles had done this to your once before, and now here he was in Gucci doing it all over again years later. Yes, you were a different person, but he wasn’t - and that wasn’t a good thing. That meant he still had the charm and the sultry looks and the way of knowing your body like no other man would ever know. He was irritating you now, haunting your thoughts every moment work wasn’t and that wasn’t going to cut it. Something had to be done - you just weren’t entirely sure what that something was.

“Ma’am,” the sales person comes back with your bill in hand. 

“Thank you,” 

“Your driver Michael is already bringing your things to the car, have a good day,” they smile once more after passing you the bill and walking off to continue their days work. 

You’re confused. You hadn’t paid a dime, hadn’t given her your card number or swiped it yourself to pay for your items. With your brows pulled tight together, you glance at the bill and see a hand written note at the bottom. But you first notice his name printed by ‘client’. Of course he paid for your things. You roll your eyes but then read over his note and end up biting down on your bottom lip. It made your damn heart melt.

‘used to love buying you Gucci, it was only right to do it again.. till next time darling x -Harry’

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part 4