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[lilystyles]

wildest dreams.

part two of style, written by @lilystyles

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authors note the very requested part two of style. i got lots of asks & reblogs & comments asking for more of style!H so i decided to write one for y'all. thanks for all the love on it. also there was one ask i got with the idea of y/n going on a blind date and i LOVED it so thank u anon 🩷

brief description y/n and harry start to see each other more and more. but it's a secret, things get complicated when emma sets y/n up on a blind date. harry doesn’t like it one bit.

warnings! slight age gap, SMUT (f!receiving, fingering, daddy kink, missionary, riding, very slight breeding kink, no condom, all the good stuff) sexual tension, mentions of drugs&alcohol abuse. wordcount: (around 15k words)

fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader

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Harry arrived at Y/n’s massive and buzzing share house almost twenty minutes before eight.

He’d parked his car nearby and quietly realised to himself on the walk up the driveway that he’d never actually been inside the sharehouse before. He had dropped her off a fair few times and picked her up a handful from here but Y/n preferred to come stay at his place. He couldn’t blame her, Niall’s place was similar he lived in one of the frats nearby campus. His room and the house were disgusting and Harry much preferred his clean quiet house with his sister. Even though Harry was in a frat too, he lived out of the house. The only reason those guys had welcomed him into the frat in the first place was because he was on the Uni soccer team and he was really good. His room was turned into a storage room for alcohol, dartboards, and bongs. Harry had hooked up with a few girls in there regardless of the lack of bed.

He felt a funny feeling in his tummy walking up the driveway, since when did he get nervous? He’d been with so many people he didn’t think that existed for him anymore. But this was different, this wasn’t just anyone this was Y/n. His Y/n. The girl from home.

He looked up at the house biting his lip, Y/n’s place certainly wasn’t as trashy as Alpha Chi Sigma, thankfully. Hers was a little ways off campus it was this old run-down brick house with two stories and eight rooms. It was jam-packed with students and actually threw quite a few parties, known on campus for its great big backyard and one of Y/n’s roommate Mike's weed brownies. Y/n didn’t care all that much when parties happened, she’d either invite Emma and they’d have lots of tequila and end up asleep in Y/n’s room, or she might even invite Harry and his mates too just for fun. Otherwise she just locked her room and escaped to the library or the Styles’ place. 

As Harry reached the big red door he knocked loudly and a short girl opened the door before his knuckles had even retracted back to his side. He recognised her from his Economics class, he thought. She was in some pyjamas and looked up very confused.

“You're not the Chinese guy.” She said eyeing him annoyedly, groans escaped the mouths of others inside, and he could understand their disappointment. “Who are you?”

This made Harry feel suddenly rather guilty for not being the Chinese delivery guy and he frowned, “I’m Harry, ‘m a friend of Y/n’s?”

“Upstairs third door to your left.” She said shortly opening the door wide enough to let him in before promptly sitting back down on the couch with a bunch of other students, they were watching what looked like a Japanese horror film. 

Harry shut the door behind him and made his way upstairs quickly, Y/n’s roommates didn’t seem all that friendly, he hoped was going in the right direction. As he reached the top of the stairs he heard music coming from one room that sounded like a rave and knew that definitely wasn’t Y/n’s room, he heard people chatting away in another, and when he was at the third door he saw a small sign on the door that said ‘Y/n’s Room <3’. He smiled at the familiar neat handwriting that was on so many birthday cards in his collection, and knocked on the door, with a few quick taps.

He heard some shuffling behind the door and it wasn’t long before the door swung open. There she was, his Y/n. Even though he’d only seen her a few hours ago it felt like a long time ago now. How did he already miss her?

“You're here early, Styles.” She said surprised checking the time on her phone in her hand. Harry didn’t seem the type to show up early, and normally he didn’t Y/n knew that about him from years of experience. He was even late to his own birthday parties and if you asked a single person who had hooked up with him they’d say he was always late when they invited him over. Just his way. He wasn’t a timely person.

Harry smiled down at her form, she looked much more rested than this morning. She had taken a nap for a good portion of the morning and a long shower cleaning every inch of herself, she felt very rejuvenated now. The warm water had soothed her aching muscles and small bruises that littered her body from last night. She’d washed off all the sweat and alcohol that had sweated out of her this morning, and her hangover had eased, thank god. She had taken some aspirin for her head too and drank lots and lots of water. 

She looked so soft and cosy, the golden light of her room hit her face, showing all the angles of her calm expression. She was wearing this matching tracksuit set that was a blue almost grey colour, and some fuzzy pink socks Emma bought her for Christmas last year. Her hair was freshly washed, dried, and styled in her usual way. Her beautiful face was bare of makeup only some moisturiser that smelt really good, and her lips were covered in a glossy lip balm.

“Wanted to make a good impression, Babe.” He said smirking. 

Y/n let him join her inside shaking her head, it was very unlike him to be on time and she’d expected he would arrive around 8:30 instead of 8. He placed his bag of snacks and DVDs down onto her little bed taking in the space. 

Her room was so her, she had this big mattress on the floor that took up most of her room. Her sheets were mismatched shades of pink, blue, and lavender and she had about a dozen pillows. She had lots of fairy lights strung up, posters, and photos covering her walls. Her mattress and little desk by her window near the back of the room took up most of the small space. But if she had picked a bigger room that meant having a roommate so she didn’t mind all that much.

It was quite neat in here. She had all her desk organised with her laptop and textbooks. Her cupboard had somehow miraculously shut despite the large array of clothes stuffing it. She had a candle burning that smelt like cinnamon cookies, but underneath the candle was the underlying smell of her. Whether that was her laundry detergent or something that was just her, Harry didn’t know, but the smell brought him great comfort.

He shrugged off his big thick coat too, the day had turned into a windy-rainy one and he wanted to stay warm, but Y/n’s room was very warm inside. He was in an ashen grey hoodie with red flannel over the top, some black jeans and sneakers. His hair was unruly as always but he looked extra good today. He made himself comfortable on the bed grabbing a pink bear and cuddling it to his chest playfully. He dwarfed her bed with his tall form, and he looked so funny sitting in her bed. Harry Styles, sex god, player, and party animal, with a rotten attitude, was curled up in her bed. She almost wanted to take a picture to show people, but she knew she wouldn’t be telling a soul about him being with her tonight.

“I’ve known you for years I already have all the impressions needed, Harry.”

He looked over at her from her bed. “Yeah, but you’ve never seen me on a date before, have yeh? I can be wholesome.”

What? This is a date? 

Y/n blushed deeply, if she’d known that this was a date she would have dressed a bit nicer. She was just in some joggers and a hoodie, but to be fair to her they were her nice ones. The ones lacking ice cream stains and holes. Harry had seen her looking like a hungover mess, he’d seen her in the middle of the night at the library, he’d seen her with the flu, and she never looked bad even at her worst.

“This is a date?” She asked looking down at her sock-covered feet.

She’d been dreaming of this day since she was a kid when Harry had helped her when she fell off her bike and scraped her knee. She still remembered the day vividly, it was something she thought of every time they all went home to Holmes Chapel for the holidays or summertime, and they drove passed the playground. She still had the scar their on her right knee, even now. And she remembers Harry putting the bandaid on for her and kissing her knee to ‘take the pain away’. Every time she felt the little bump or saw the lighter patch of skin on her knee she thought of him kissing it. She’d stopped crying after he’d done that and from that day on, her heart belonged to him. 

She thought if they ever did somehow end up together on a date, that’d he would take her for a drive or they’d go to the cinema. Something normal. Maybe even a romantic stroll somewhere or something wild like skinny dipping. But instead here he was in her room making himself at home in her little bed where she’d spent hours thinking of him; before her eyes finally allowed her to sleep.

He laughed at her shy expression, patting a spot on the bed beside him for her to sit. “Wasn’t I obvious about that?”

She sat down beside him, laughing at herself she didn’t know much when it came to dating, she’d only had two or so boyfriends. She’d tried the one-night stand thing once but it wasn’t for her. She didn’t know dating etiquette. So she was all stiff beside him now feeling even more nervous than before he’d arrived. This whole thing with Harry frankly didn’t feel real, she’d liked him for so many years and only now was he starting to show similar feelings toward her, it honestly tripped her out a lot. It would be like your celebrity crush showing up at your door with flowers, a bit of a dream, right?

“Not to me.” She said looking at him. He smelt deliciously good beside her, and she wanted to devour him.

He looked over at her with the same eyes he’d given her in the kitchen when she’d comforted him, all soft and molten like an ice cream on a hot day. As he lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she leaned into his touch, his hand was so warm and smooth against her face. He was so gentle with her and she felt her mind flashback to last night for what felt like the millionth time when his hands were all over her body. Though they’d been a bit wild, he was always gentle with her unless she asked him otherwise.

“Well I’m sorry, but this is a date, is that alright with you?” He asked, nibbling his bottom lip to contain a smile. She was just so cute, sitting there in front of him like a doe-eyed little thing. You’d have thought that she barely knew him with how she was acting.

She nodded. “Fine by me.” 

“Good to hear, Baby.” He sighed at her because she still seemed very nervous. He didn’t know how to comfort her other than touch. “Why are you so far away? You know I don’t bite, not unless you ask me to.”

She looked over at him, “I’m just nervous, I guess. If my fourteen-year-old self could see me now…”

She didn’t finish her sentence.

This made his heart swell. “You're nervous around me? Even after everything we did last night?”

She shrugged like that was an obvious conclusion. “Well, yeah…of course.”

This made him throw his head back laughing, like a little kid. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous too. S’okay to be nervous. But don’t worry it’s just me. Nothing special.”

That made her feel better, she looked up at him, a smile cracking on her face. “You're nervous too?”

He nodded. “Of course I am. I’m on a date with a gorgeous girl, I’d be a fool not to be.”

Y/n pecked his cheek in response, her lips smearing against the tiny stubble on his cheek, as she quickly moved away and opened the bag excitedly to see the things he’d brought. He brought snacks as requested all their favourites (peanut M&Ms, popcorn, and a tub of Ben & Jerry’s) along with a few DVDs. The one he had been raving about was in there and she grabbed it putting it on the very small telly she had by the end of her bed.

Harry explained a story about how he went to three different grocery shops to find the peanut M&Ms because apparently, the world was in a shortage today. This made Y/n want to kiss him because he’d gone to all that effort knowing Y/n’s favourite movie snack was M&Ms. Whenever they went to the cinema she always got them, and the three of them would go a fair amount. They loved going late at night and talking loudly in empty cinemas about how cheesy the films were. 

She looked at him from the edge of the bed. He’d kicked his sneakers off into the corner and he was resting on her bed, head lying on her pillow, a knitted blanket over his lap. He looked very comfy and at ease, and honestly, he was. The smell of her bed was comforting and the soft tone of her voice was soothing. Y/n had a way of driving him crazy, usually when her attention wasn’t on him, but a way of calming him instantly when their eyes met.

“You hungry? I want pizza.” She asked brows pinched in thought.

He nodded grabbing his phone to call them. “Sure. Joeys?”

“I think I want a ha—”

“Hawaiin with no pineapple, I know, you freak. Who doesn’t like pineapple?”

“Me.” She said. She’d never really noticed how observant Harry was until now. He knew her pizza order, he knew she liked peanut M&Ms, he knew her chamomile tea brand, and he knew she liked popcorn extra buttery. Which happens when you have history like they do, but she never thought he cared that much. So what if she knew he liked pepperoni with extra spice? She was obsessed with him for most of her adolescence, that made sense. But why did Harry know that? She was the obsessed one.

“Hey mate, yeah can I get a large Hawaiin no pineapple please, and large pepperoni extra spicy, and a loaf of garlic bread too thanks.” He said into the phone. 

Y/n told Harry her address in a hushed tone and he parroted it to the pizza guy on the phone. The pizza would arrive in 20 minutes from now, so Y/n joined his side happily and hit play on the telly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder so she could rest against his side, and it all felt very domestic. Her cheek was resting against him and she felt her eyes drooping even though she’d already napped today.

Y/n normally cuddled with Emma and watched movies on her shoulder while Harry brooded on the leather recliner and complained when the girls picked a rom-com of some kind. But she saw him cry during The Notebook last month. He always said Spiderman was his favourite movie but she knew it was actually The Notebook.

She felt guilty at the thought of her best friend, and a pang in her tummy. Normally if a guy had even made eye contact with her Y/n was blowing up her phone with every detail, that’s what best friends are for. But she couldn’t tell her about Harry. They’d stop being friends. Emma and Y/n had many friends who had come and gone because of Harry, she didn’t blame any of them for shagging him. He’s always been attractive and shaggable, but she knew better than to get with him then and she didn’t know what had done it but lately, he’d just been irresistible last night and right now. 

Maybe back then she just had more self-control. Y/n remembers a girl named Cami the most. She and Harry hooked up once drunkenly at a party Gemma had thrown while Anne and Robin were away and the next morning Emma and Y/n walked in on her giving him a blowie. Cami was then banned from any other sleepover. Which was a shame because Cami was super nice, it made Y/n wonder if those years of friendship protected her from Emma’s harsh banishment or if that didn’t count. 

“What are you thinkin’ about?” He asked her playing with the strands of loose hair resting against his arm.

She looked up at him away from the telly she’d zoned out on. “I- Em.” She said.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I knew it would be something you’d be thinking about.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I just- she’s gonna hate me, H. I want you, but you know I can’t.”

Harry knew Emma was Y/n’s number one person and they were basically like sisters, Y/n was a part of his family, though he’d never seen her in a particularly brotherly way. She came on holidays overseas with them, she was invited to family dinners, and they’d even had a Christmas Eve together a few times in the past couple of years. And that wasn’t something he would ever try and get in the way of, Y/n being there was what made him want to attend. Because he loved that Y/n was a part of his life in that way and he’d grown up with her, he loved having her around. He cherished those moments and even though he didn’t act like it, he would miss her when she wasn’t there. Last Christmas Eve she was with her Grandparents and he’d hated playing Scrabble without her.

She had no idea of any of his true feelings. Which was his own fault, he knew that, he was purposefully rude to Y/n to keep her at arm's length, and acting like she didn’t exist to try and suffocate his feelings from her. Emma was behind that, ever since he could remember he wasn’t allowed to share Y/n. Emma was always reminding him when his eyes lingered on her longer than they should, that Y/n was Emma’s best friend, off limits. And despite how he felt about her he’d listened to keep Y/n out of the drama of Emma’s wrath. 

But Harry cared for Y/n very deeply and he wished Emma wasn’t so weird about it. Why couldn’t they both just share her? And anyway, it was Y/n’s decision, not Emma’s. She wasn't a toy she was a person, who made her own decisions whether or not Emma approved. Normally Emma’s judgement was the only thing Y/n needed to make a decision, but when it came to Harry she had to disagree.

And anyway, she seemed pretty happy to be wrapped up in his arms right now, despite knowing what trouble it would cause if anyone found out. She knew it was wrong to lie, and hide, but she didn't think it was wrong be around Harry. That's what felt right.

“I know she doesn’t like people getting involved with me.” He began, “But that’s only because they always get hurt by me and it becomes a whole thing. But I would never hurt you.”

His reassuring words made her feel better but she looked up at him, with one more worry. “How is this any different than you and Cami, Lacey, or Tiffany—” She was about to continue her long list of girls but he cut her off.

“Because you're the only one for me.”

Y/n was about to ask him what he meant by that but the doorbell rang. “That’s probably pizza.” 

She sat up and left before he could say anything else. 

She was happy to be with him and she enjoyed his company and his cuddles but this whole thing scared her a lot. There were a lot of risks in going down this path with him and she was painfully aware of all the risks, she knew every single one and the reason she hadn’t gotten with him before now was because she knew it was dangerous for her to get involved with such a gorgeous devilish creature. 

Don’t get her wrong she trusted Harry with her life. But that doesn’t mean she trusted him when it came to his relationships. He’d never had a girlfriend, all the girls thought they were his girlfriends but he never saw any of them as more than a shag. Which is fine, but she knew she couldn’t be satisfied with just a shag. Her heart was too soft for that boy to only want his dick.

When Y/n came back with the warm pizzas burning her hands Harry was sleepily cuddling her bear in bed and she felt her heart melt and let her thoughts melt away too. They ate the pizza in bed and all worries were washed away as they distracted themselves with Y/n’s favourite film. When Harry Met Sally. 

Harry remembered the countless times this movie was on at midnight when he came downstairs to see Y/n asleep on his couch using it to tune out Emma’s snores.

Her eyes stung with sleep as she watched tonight, it comforted her, and the smell of Harry and the gentle sound of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep. She fell asleep quickly into the movie and Harry only noticed when he was getting no replies from her during his complaints about how cheesy and unrealistic this movie was. When he realised she was asleep right there on his chest he stopped talking and moving; wanting to let her sleep there. He grabbed the knitted blanket from the bottom of their legs and brought it to just below her chin. 

Kissing her forehead before focusing back on the movie. He thought Meg Ryan was pretty fit and the gentle breathing of Y/n was calming, it wasn’t long until he fell asleep too holding her very close to him. Not a worry about being caught, or oversleeping, just enjoyed the warmth of her body and the soft breaths that hit his neck.

It was a couple weeks later until Harry saw Y/n again and he hated to admit it to himself that he missed her, more than he’d ever missed anyone and it had just been a few days. She wasn't even his girlfriend, and she was already driving him up the wall.

She’d called him that afternoon and it brought out something in Harry he’d never expected to find within himself.

Harry was not a jealous person. He wasn’t possessive at all. Never had been and he never thought he would be. It just wasn’t who he was. He always thought it was because he just never had those feelings within him, he just didn’t care. He thought jealousy was stupid. What good came from it? Jealousy never accomplished anything.

He didn’t care if the people he’d been with had moved on or gotten with someone else, one time a girl he’d had a bit of a fling with for the Summer ended up hooking up with his best friend and he truly didn’t care. Like at all. They expected him to get angry, shout, or stop talking to them at least. But he didn’t he just shrugged and said something about how he understood. He found someone else to spend the night with quickly after their conversation, and when someone brought it up he completely forgot it had even happened, which shows how little he cared.

He just never got jealous, and it was something he felt was beneath him. Since he saw sex as such a casual and easygoing thing to him, he felt like he belonged to everyone and no one all at once and so he saw people as all the same. It was all just a blur of people and feelings. He was lucky, he never got sad after sex or disgusted he just felt a release, left, and that was that. He didn’t like to chat all that much, he was a fuck and leave kind of guy. If the person really needed a cuddle or some aftercare he wouldn’t just leave right away but he knew cuddling usually meant feelings growing, so he tried to avoid that at all costs too. Which to some was just awful to be around, and he could understand that too. Sometimes people wanted a connection that wasn’t just compatible kinks or sexual chemistry. Something deeper, love, burning lust, tenderness. That’s not to say Harry wasn’t a good lover, he was great no matter the person he could click well with them. He made them feel like they were the only two people in the world, but there was still a bit of a shadow to his love-making that made the people know that’s all it was.

Just a fuck, just a kiss, just an orgasm. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’d heard or read about people having sex that felt like fireworks or magic or something ridiculous and sappy and he’d thought it was all blown out of proportion. Sex was more primal and animalistic to Harry. It wasn’t something otherworldly. It was like eating, sleeping, or breathing. It was just a natural human experience and urge, and people needed it to survive a healthy life. It wasn’t tied to any emotions, just like eating a sandwich at lunch. Wasn’t anything to be ashamed of either.

And it certainly wasn’t ethereal, or at least it wasn’t until Y/n.

He hadn’t felt so connected with someone like that ever. In conversation, in sex, in life. She understood him, she accepted him, and despite their differences, it worked. And god, when they had sex it was just so time-stopping. Touching her was like touching heaven.

His jealousy, his attraction, made him realise he liked her. Like actually liked her, and that if this was what liking someone was that meant he never had before. He’d never liked anyone except her. 

He’d never wanted to date someone, take care of them, and be with them without having to do anything. Just be together, you know?

Harry wanted to date Y/n, take care of her, and just be with her. The unfamiliar feelings rolled through his skin like a tidal wave. All these feelings were new to him, and it meant he didn’t know how to act. It was overwhelming and he didn’t know who to confide in.

Because now all of a sudden he was a jealous person? It just didn’t make sense. None of it did. 

When he found out Emma had set Y/n up on a double date with her and Zayn, Harry was not one bit okay with it. He couldn’t have cared less if someone he’d been with fucked his best friend in front of him, but the idea of someone thinking they could talk to Y/n made his skin crawl. Someone getting to touch her like she’d let him, someone getting to kiss her sweet lips, whisper filth in her ear? He hated it. He hated the thought. 

Jealousy burned his skin like wildfire and he didn’t know what to do. He knew Y/n wasn’t his girlfriend, but they’d been on a date now which meant more to him than any other interaction with any girl he’d ever had. It had been a perfect first date that eventually led to her falling asleep in his arms and him playing with her hair as he memorised every freckle on her face. They both woke up the next morning with a giggle and she walked him to his car her hand in his, and to his surprise kissed him against the hood of his car. It was enough to have him dazed and wanting more, her lips smeared against his excitedly with an innocent giggle. When she pulled away she whispered a breathless goodbye and he hadn’t seen her since.

They’d called a few times and chatted until the early hours of the morning about anything and everything, and he’d seen her at his house a few times. But he wasn’t allowed to act how he wished because Emma was always there, he’d always call Y/n when she was home complaining about how he wished things were different. But since neither of them knew what was going on yet they knew it was best to not tell her.

Y/n didn’t want to go on this double date. She couldn’t think of anything worse. Zayn’s friend Peter was a notorious prick on campus. He was just straight-up horrible and so jarring on the senses. They’d met here and there and Niall hated him too which was enough for Y/n to know everything she needed about the bloke.

Y/n was pretty sure no one liked him, not even Zayn. But Y/n agreed for Emma’s sake. She knew Emma really liked Zayn (or so she said) and this was one of ‘the only ways their date would happen’. But that didn’t make her not want to go any less. She called Harry as soon as Emma left her place to get ready. 

He answered on the third ring.

“Hi, Baby.”

She could practically hear his smile. Things were going well for them. She thought the shift from whatever they once were to this would be awkward but it was easy. They were still teasing, and rude, but the words hardly had any edge anymore. Even when she swore at him it felt like a kiss and now when he stared at her Y/n noticed the softness in his eyes. Had that always been there?

“Hey, Styles.”

He sighed softly sitting down on his couch, “And to what do I owe this pleasure, Y/n?”

“Some bad news.”

He sucked a breath, “What’s wrong?” His voice melted into her spine, and he sounded worried. He was thinking the worst, and though this was pretty shitty it was nothing like he was thinking. He hoped she was okay.

“You know I like you, right?”

He nodded but forgot she couldn’t see. “Yes, I like you too, what is it?”

“I’m sorry, H, but I didn’t know how to say no without blowing our cover…” She said avoiding saying it. She didn’t know how he would react. He’d been so lovely, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Spit it out, Trouble.” He said.

“Emma begged me to go on a double date so she could be with Zayn.” She said pinching her eyes shut and practically wincing on the other line.

“And what did you say?”

“I said yes, I’m sorry,”

Harry felt a pang of jealousy rush into his chest unfamiliarly. But he didn’t want to make her feel bad. He knew she hadn’t meant to hurt him. She sounded so guilty over the line, he was just glad she couldn’t see him. He was embarrassingly jealous. He felt winded as his hand moved up to his chest, squeezing where the pain was. Normally he always knew the right things to say, but he struggled to find the words. He was just pissed.

Emma, totally got in the way time and time again. It’s like she was out to sabotage them. He wanted to tell her off, but he knew better. Y/n would be mad if he did that.

“It’s fine, we only went on one date.” He said, but it didn’t come out like he wanted. He wanted to sound aloof and fine. But his voice came out forced.

Y/n sighed, he was right they had only been on one date. But she felt that it had meant more to her than any other dates she’d been on. And she was sure it would mean way more than this stupid date. “I know. But I wanted to tell you that I don’t like Peter. I hate that guy actually, he’s a fuckin’ prick….” 

Harry despised Peter. Even more now. He got to be with Y/n all pretty in public on a date, Harry knew no one would treat her as well as he could. Harry knew what she wanted. What did Peter know?

“...But Emma asked me. And if I’d have said I was seeing someone else, involved in something serious, she would have drilled me like a Russian spy. You know that it’s very surprising for me to be seeing someone, she wouldn’t have let it go.”

Something serious. His heart swelled despite it all.

Harry let out a small laugh, “It’s okay, Y/n, really.”

“I don’t want to go, but it’s only for a few hours. Can I call you after?”

This made him smile, despite how pissed he was she was so cute. “Yeah, ‘course.”

“Okay, good, well I have to get ready, Styles, talk soon.” She said.

“Bye, Trouble” He hung up and his hands itched to do something. But he knew he couldn’t do anything he’d just have to wait for her call. The whole thing made him antsy. 

Just as he hung up Emma walked through the front door. She was holding some shopping bags.

“What are you up to?” He asked. They looked like clothes and shoes.

She looked over with a smile. “Me and Y/n have a double date.”

He acted surprised standing up, “Oh yeah? With who?”

“Zayn and Peter.” She said walking to her room and Harry followed, wanting to know more details he’d been too afraid to ask Y/n.

“When?”

“Tonight, at seven,” Emma replied quickly hands looking through her racks of dresses, eyes far from Harry who had sat himself on her bed.

“Where?” He prodded.

She looked over, “What is this? 21 questions? Why do you care?”

“I’m not allowed to be interested in your life? Gosh, forgive me caring, Em.”

She rolled her eyes. “I thought we’d grown out of the protective thing?”

“I just worry about you two. Boys are pigs.”

Emma sighed. “You would know.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“We’ll be fine. It’s just at Andy’s Burgers. It’s super close to Y/n’s place. And your friends with those guys, you know they aren’t serial killers.”

His lips curled in disgust as his jaw clenched and defended himself. “Zayn is fine. Peter is not my friend at all. I hate him. He’s such a stupid twat. I don’t understand why would Y/n go out with him.”

Emma turned around her hands landing on her hips. “Because he’s hot and he’s supposed to have a big dick.”

This made Harry’s jaw clench hard. Peter better not try anything with Y/n, or he’d rip that dick off. “Why would Y/n care about something like that? Doesn’t she like guys with actual brain cells? Doesn't sound like her.”

Emma squinted, her brows pinching. “Like who, mate? It really is none of your business, Harry, we don’t question your awful taste. Anyway, I don’t see why you care? Y/n can get with whoever she wants.”

This made Harry’s stomach curl. No, she couldn’t. She could only be with him. He wanted her all to himself. No one was worthy of her, not even himself, but at least Y/n wanted him. She didn’t want Peter. She’d just told him he was a prick, she couldn’t want him.

Harry didn’t want anyone else, and he’d turned down a plethora of women and men since that night with Y/n in his bed. He’d avoided telling her that, to avoid upsetting her. He sat up, annoyed and beginning to feel his mind go on a loop of bad thoughts of Y/n with other people. Y/n kissing another boy. God, it made him feral with rage.

He shook himself out of the images pooling in his mind. “Whatever, I’m going to Niall’s. If you need me call me. Don’t let them drive you home if they’re drunk or summat.”

She nodded. “Thanks, H.”

He nodded getting up and leaving. “Bye, Em.”

“Catch ya.” She said. 

Harry grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys and left. He was gonna blow off some steam with Niall. Anything to get his mind off Y/n sitting pretty beside that dickhead ginger Peter. Thoughts of Y/n drifted to the back of his mind as he played Mario Kart with Niall and talked shit about Niall’s new boyfriend Paddy, Niall met his mates last night and they’d been proper twats to him and Paddy tried to gaslight him later on when they got back to his flat. Niall ended up leaving in a fit of rage. Harry tried his best at giving advice, he wanted to confide in Niall about this whole Y/n thing but he knew it could blow up in his face. Not that he didn't trust Niall to keep it hushed.

Y/n’s thoughts however were on only Harry, she would do anything to be on a date with him right now. They could be sharing a milkshake and talking about music or their days, honestly with Harry she would be happy to watch paint dry, his company made anything infinitely better. He was fun, he was cheeky, and she could be herself.

But no, she wasn’t with Harry, she wasn’t having fun at all. And she could hardly be her normal self one bit. She had to be quiet and polite when all she wanted to do was roll her eyes and spit out what a dickhead this boy sitting in front of her was.

She was sat beside the stupid prick Peter sipping down this actually quite delicious peanut butter & chocolate shake that was new on the menu and munching on some fries to keep her lips and hands busy while he talked her ear off. She loved the food here. She and Emma came here all the time to study and eat their body weight in their fries which have this great chicken and spicy salt flavouring on.

She just wanted the date to be over. He was so dull. The only thing he’d talked about the entire date for the past hour was him. His father’s business, how he could’ve had a career in Hockey if he didn’t injure his knee in his final year of school, and then making jokes about his ‘big’ dick and laughing like the complete and utter Tory he was. Which Y/n knew was a load of crap because one time he’d sent it to Emma during their first year of Uni and it wasn’t horrible but it certainly wasn’t some magical penis like he was saying.

Even just by looking at his face, you could tell he had no idea where the clitoris was. (Harry knew where it was blindfolded and you could just by the cocky look on his gorgeous face).

Y/n honestly thought it would’ve been less painful to slam her head between a door repeatedly. Zayn and Emma were hitting it off from the other side of the booth. They were leaning in closer, giggling, flirting. She was happy for Emma, really she was, but she didn’t see why she or Peter had to come. They added nothing to this date.

She was thankful when dinner arrived, it meant the date was almost over. She dove into her burger eating quickly so she could make an excuse to not talk or look at Peter. She hoped if she finished quickly the date could end quickly too.

“Are you girls going to that party on Saturday?” Asked Zayn taking a sip of his strawberry shake.

Emma looked at Y/n swallowing her mouthful of cheesy fries. “That’s the one at Harry’s Frat. Niall’s idea.”

Y/n nodded, she’d only go if Harry did or Emma really wanted her there. “Oh, dunno. Maybe.”

Emma smiled. “It sounds fun. I love costume parties.”

Y/n sipped on her shake and looked down at her lap her phone had a message from Harry on it. She’d check when no one was looking. She thought it was cute that he was checking on her.

“Hate those guys though. So cocky.”

Y/n looked up and without thinking scoffed, staring him down. “Who Harry and Niall?”

Peter looked over. “Yeah. Think their god’s gift because their football team’s the most supported at the Uni. Bunch of twats.”

“Can’t be any worse than you.” She said, and Emma was surprised eyes widening from across the table, Y/n’s words held a bite. But she knew that despite Y/n’s soft timid nature, she did not put up with people saying rude things about people she cared about. She was generally a calm, soft, and kept to herself kind of person. But if someone said something she didn’t agree with she always spoke up. “At least their only point of conversation isn’t about their less-than-thrilling cocks and daddy’s money.” She rolled her eyes.

“Calm down, Babe. It’s a joke. We are all mates here.” Said Peter.

Her brows furrowed as she looked at Emma, why wasn’t she saying anything? If someone had said something about either Y/n or Emma to Harry he probably would have punched them without even thinking. And Niall too, Y/n remembers one time some guy smacked Y/n’s ass at a party and Niall had to be pulled off him by three people.

“Are you dumb? Niall is our best friend and Harry is Em’s brother, you really think we aren’t going to be annoyed if you talk shit about them? Who do you think you are, huh?” She said turning to look at him.

Emma diverted the topic to something else and eventually, when Peter and Zayn were talking about Hockey, she made a signal for Y/n to follow her to the loo. Y/n was still pissed, and very ready to go home, she felt herself stewing in the corner her rage burning up under her skin. She didn’t understand why Emma hadn’t said anything, and that frustrated her more. She really hoped Emma was devising a plan for their escape but when they stepped inside the bathroom Emma stared at herself in the mirror reapplying her lip gloss she said something Y/n very much did not want to hear.

“I know Peter was a dick, but did you really have to have a go at him?”

This made Y/n even more annoyed than before, she’d only come on this fucking date for her and now she was complaining about how she acted when Peter was the one acting like a prick. Y/n didn’t see why she was at fault.

She and Emma never argued, Y/n didn’t like this. Emma was always on her side, even if Y/n had been in the wrong Emma would always be on her side. And anyway, she was protecting Harry and Niall. Not just anyone. She didn’t go out of her way to make the conversation turn into her having a go at him.

“Yes. I did. I only came on this date for you so that you could be with Zayn. Which you could’ve done without me and Peter. He’s awful, and you two could’ve just gone and done something on your own I don’t see why I had to be here.” She said, arms folding and Emma watched her. 

“And you know I don’t like when people are rude about our friends.”

Emma nodded. “I know Babe, sorry. I just didn’t want you to feel left out. You never go out with guys, I didn’t want to make you feel bad if me and Zayn start dating, you know?”

Y/n’s brows pinched, she was acting like that wasn’t Emma’s fault. Every boy she’d ever liked other than Harry, Emma had stolen or taken away. It’s like she wanted Y/n to be all hers. Not that it bothered Y/n much, if she couldn’t have Harry should didn’t want anyone anyway. 

“I don’t care about boys.”

Emma sighed grabbing her hand. “I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to put yourself out there, Babe.”

“Okay, sure, I see your point. But Peter? Really?”

She laughed. “Yeah, your right, he isn’t really your type. But he was the only available one on a Friday night.”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, wonder why.”

Emma tucked a strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear. “Can I ask you one last favour?”

Y/n frowned eyes sharpening. “I’m not shagging him.”

Emma laughed tossing her head back. “No, not that.”

“Then what?”

“Can you get a lift home with Peter instead of me? I invited Zayn over, Harry’s gone to Niall’s for a bit. I need a good shag, and I need it now.”

Y/n sighed, a big groan leaving her lips. “Fine. But please make this date end soon. I don’t want to miss Murder She Wrote which starts at 9.”

Emma laughed. “Okay Grandma, don’t worry you’ll be tucked in bed in 30 minutes I can guarantee it.”

They stepped outside the loos walking back to their table and Y/n sat down on the side with Peter, sitting as close to the edge as possible. While the three were wrapped up in conversation Y/n quickly checked her phone she had a message from Harry still waiting for her reply.

Harry Styles 🍒 

Call me as soon as you're home. Miss your voice.

This made her smile to herself, hearting the message before returning her attention back to the table. The three of them were talking and Y/n felt herself zone out staring out the window. Rain was dripping down against the windows. She was just thinking of Harry, and internally screaming at the fact she wasn’t on a date with him right now. He had become more clingy than she’d expected over the past few weeks, he called her a fair amount and they snuck talks in private when they could but they hadn’t had a chance to go on another date yet. The way he was so kind and clingy to her was honestly shocking, normally he was the best at a fuck and ghost. She assumed he’d do the same, which she knew she’d just pretend to be fine with and then probably lose her shit when she saw him with another girl.

But nothing had been as explosive as she thought it to be, and that was probably because Emma hadn’t the faintest idea. 

By the time everyone finished their meals Zayn and Emma made a dash for it. Leaving their money on the table with the cheque. Zayn paid half and Peter paid the other. Emma kissed her cheek and patted Peter’s shoulder before the two raced away, giggling. Y/n was cranky at the fact Emma had only thought of herself the whole night and sighed leaning back into the seat of the booth. More than ready to leave.

Y/n frowned to herself as Peter seemed totally intent on keeping her there for a bit more of a chat. 

She tried to be polite about needing to head home. Making up some project she needed to do, but Peter’s hand slid onto her knee and she felt disgust crawl up her spine. She felt uncomfortable.

“Maybe we could just pop into the loos then, I bet your into that kinda thing. Can tell."

Y/n’s jaw dropped and she pushed his hand off quickly, she tapped her phone and Harry’s number dialling instantly. He was in her favourites. She needed his help, she knew he would come. She brought the phone to her ear.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She said lips curling in anger.

Harry picked up on the second ring. “Hi, Baby.” He said, raspy. There was lots of noise, he must’ve been in the car driving home.

Peter grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. “C’mon, don’t be such a prude. I paid for your dinner. You owe me at least a blowie.”

Harry, spoke over the line into her ear. “Y/n?”

She snatched her wrist out from his rough palm. 

“Get off me!” She shouted and grabbed the last of Emma’s milkshake from the table and threw it onto him. He flinched at the cold milkshake hitting his skin, his Ralph Loren polo was now caked in thick pink liquid, and his ginger hair was now soaked and dripping down over his eyes as he gasped. 

“Bitch!” He shouted, wiping his hand over his eyes.

“Fuck yourself, you pathetic fucking prick.” She shouted pointing her finger at him. Harry had heard the interaction and his fingers curled against the steering wheel, knuckles turning white from his grip. He put his foot on the pedal. He was already turning the car around in her direction.

“Sorry, can you pick me up please, Harry? Peter’s a creep, I need you.”

“Of course, hang tight I’ll be there soon.”

Peter was shouting at her like the pathetic baby he was and some waitresses came over to help clean up the mess she’d made by throwing at him. 

“Sorry,” She whispered to the cherry-haired girl who came over with a cloth and spray. The girl just laughed as Peter rushed over to the manager who had come out at the sound of the ruckus. 

“It’s okay, he seems like he's a bit of a knob.” She said looking over at Y/n. 

“Are you alright?” The blonde waitress asked from the other side of her.

“Yeah, he’s just a handsy asshole,” Y/n explained.

It took only a few minutes before the doorbell rang above the entryway door and Harry entered the restaurant. He looked dishevelled and his eyes were wild as he stepped inside. His hair was wet from having walked from his car to her, the thunderstorm outside had soaked him. The top of his grey hoodie was speckled in rain, and his eyes were all stormy and this dark green that Y/n melted over. He made his way over to her and she felt herself forget for a second why he was here. 

She was just happy to see him.

“You okay?” He asked and she nodded, feeling relief flood her tummy. Harry always made her feel safe. He’d always felt like her protector even growing up. She remembered one time at her school dance some boys were trying to get Emma and Y/n in their car, they were drunk as skunks and she remembered Harry racing over and Y/n’s whose eyes were glassy with worry and he actually rubbed her arm. Then he drove them both to the party and made sure they were okay the whole night. He’d made her feel safe then too.

He rubbed her wrist, almost the same as that night at school. His thumb stroked it softly, as his eyes darted from hers to Peter who was still there. Covered in a milky pink drink, and swearing angrily.

Harry made his way over to him and grabbed him by the collar, in a rush of anger. He was bursting with anger and Y/n watched him surprised in her spot by the waitresses. She watched silently, expecting Harry to just tell him off. But he did more than that, Harry’s fist connected with Peter’s face and it made a slap, and he fell back onto the counter of the register with a bang.

His nose was bleeding upon the impact.

“If you ever touch her again I’ll fucking kill you. You hear me?” The calmness of his tone was actually chilling and Y/n felt herself tense up. Harry pushed him again. She knew if she let him he’d stay and pummel him for the rest of the night.

She walked over quickly and grabbed his arm softly. “C’mon, let’s just go. Can’t beat his awfulness out of him.”

“‘Can try.” He replied but ultimately he listened, pulling her into his side and they both apologised to the staff as they exited the restaurant. Harry’s hand slid into hers and she followed him to his car it was raining bad, big fat droplets hitting their faces as they walked steadily to the car. He opened the door for her and she slid in, he shut it when she was all tucked inside. The rain was coming down heavily and when he plopped in beside her he didn’t start the car, his hair was drenched and his eyelashes were thick with water. His face had turned soft again. He watched her for a beat. “Are you sure you're okay? I can go murder him if you want.”

She was silent for a second before turning to face him, she looked beautiful even with her frown. “Harry’s it’s fine. Can you just take me home?”

He nodded. She looked tired and frustrated, and in turn, this upset him. Y/n was too sweet to be treated like this. He wouldn’t let anything like that happen to her when he was around. He’d take care of his girl. The drive to Y/n’s house from the burger place really wasn’t far and she normally would’ve walked home if not for this heavy downpour of rain, and she had wanted Harry to be the one to comfort her. When Harry’s car pulled up outside the front of the house she looked over at him.

He was waiting for her to say she’d call him later and kiss his cheek but she didn’t. She looked up at him and sighed, bringing her hand up to push a loose curl away from his forehead.

“You wanna come up?” She asked.

He smiled. “You sure?”

She smiled bigger. “Yeah, come on.”

He turned the engine of the car off and just as Y/n went to open the door he said, “Wait.” 

She listened, watching as he bolted out of his side of the car to go to her side and open the door for her. She giggled at the gesture. Harry really wasn’t what people thought. 

He held his hand out for her to grab and she grabbed it as he helped her step down. The rain was heavy but neither of them seemed to care all that much considering they were both already soaking, and walked slowly up to her door. His hand was warm in hers and she shivered into his side. The rain had brought a chill to the air that nipped at her skin.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside pulling him in with her. The house was nice and warm, they’d been lucky enough to have an old fireplace still built in. It warmed the front rooms and meant their heating bill was much less since they only had to take care of a few small rooms. Harry followed her down the hall. 

This was the second time he’d been here, so now he knew where her room was he followed less nervously. The house was practically empty tonight beside from a few people in the living room and kitchen. Everyone must’ve been at one of the frat parties. She opened her bedroom door and they kicked off their shoes and socks that had gotten all soggy. 

Y/n shrugged her small pink coat off and put it over her desk chair. Harry stayed sort of stagnant behind her. Running his fingers through his hair. 

“Are y'cold, H?” She asked gripping the hem of her top, her back was facing him as she lifted it off. Revealing her lacy pink bra and bare back.

He felt his eyes widen and cheeks heat up. She yanked her jeans down and revealed a pink g-string that matched. It had bows on it, and it was all girly and pretty. Suddenly the wholesome urge to take care of her turned back into something a bit less wholesome. His cock twitched as she bent down to take her socks off. He had a great view of her plush perfect body. His hands flexed by his sides, and he looked down at his feet, did she want him to look?

She turned around running a hand through her hair, “Styles? You okay?”

She looked like a fucking dream.

He nodded looking up. “I- Yeah,”

She giggled. “What’s wrong?”

He rolled his eyes sighing, a smile remaining on his face. His cheeks had dusted in a soft pink that was unusual for him and only made Y/n more inclined to tease him. Roles reversed.

“Don’t play all dumb, you know you're fucking gorgeous. And I can’t exactly concentrate when you look at me like that.”

She walked closer to him as her hands slid under his hoodie and thick cotton t-shirt, hands grazing his skin. Her hands were cold, and he hissed slightly but made no movements to step back.  

“Like what?” Her eyelashes fluttered up at him. 

“Like that.” His hands slid around her back and down to cupping her ass in his big hands and bringing her closer to him. Their height difference had him bending down, ready to scoop her up into his arms.

She moved her hands onto his shoulders and pushed herself up on the tips of her toes, lips close to his. “Kiss me.”

He leaned down connecting their lips together. She pulled him closer, whispering against his lips. “‘M cold.” 

He leaned into her touch, she was gripping him tightly against herself. He pulled his arms away from her to lift his jumper off. She gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled that off too. His tattoos filled her vision and she wanted to bite and suck and lick and touch every single one of them. God, he was just gorgeous. And honestly, being able to kiss him was more pleasurable than any other experience she’d ever had. Kissing him alone was something she could do for hours. When Harry just looked at her that alone was more breathtaking than anything any other boy had done. To have him here in her room, kissing her, holding her, well it was everything she’d ever dreamed of. If her fourteen-year-old self knew she’d probably faint, scream, cry, and go into shock.

Her hands slid to his hips and gripped the button of his jeans, as his hands found her cheeks and kissed her again. She yanked them down a little bit revealing the fern tattoos she loved so much. She remembers him posting on his Instagram when he’d gotten them, Y/n practically choked on her water when she saw them. He was just walking sex. She wasn't any better than him, completely filthy in that head of hers.

He started walking forward and leading her back to her bed. She sat down on the mattress eyes wild looking up at him. His bulge was right in her eye-line and she smiled up at him, and she grabbed him to join her. He slotted in perfectly into her arms and his hips pressed into the thin string that was covering herself. He wasn’t ashamed that his cock was already growing in size in his pants, and he gently pressed it against her in hopes of some relief to his aching balls.

She sighed breathily into his mouth at the weight of him on top of her, she kept pulling him even closer. Their chests pressed into each other, and Harry was so warm, and Y/n was so soft. He could’ve stayed like that all night, in her arms.

He pecked her lips one last time as he pulled away to kiss along her chest. The little necklace she always wore that Emma had bought her was around her neck. It was the first letter of her name. His finger ran along it, stroking her upper chest.

“Should get a H.” He said before nibbling into the plush flesh of her tits. They were so warm and soft against his face. If he wasn’t so needy for her he’d just rest against them and sleep, smelling her delicious scent of that clean soft scent she always smelt of, it was so comforting to him.

She smiled and softly ran her hands through his hair, her legs were still wrapped around his back. “Why?”

He looked up, and suddenly all those emotions of jealousy and protectiveness were back rushing through him and making his hands squeeze her hips tightly. “So people know you're mine.”

This shocked her a bit and Harry was nervous for a second, he had revealed quite a bit of feelings in that moment and distracted himself with her neck. Kissing along her sweet-smelling skin. His lips were so gentle against her like he was afraid she’d break.

“And then what would you wear to show who you belong to Styles?” She said. Her voice was raspy and breathy from his kisses. His head snapped up and he smirked wickedly. 

“Well, why don’t you mark m’back with your nails like last time, and leave some bruises on m’neck until we can come up with a permanent solution?”

She smiled and felt her pussy throb at the thought. After the last time Harry was between her legs she’d ended up with bruises on her thighs, hickeys everywhere, and she was so sore it hurt to sit all day. She’d told him one night on the phone and he’d lost his mind over it. Loved the idea of Y/n being marked up from him, sore from their sex, unable to sit without thinking of him.

"Sound good, Princess?"

“Okay.” She replied content with his answer. Her lips formed in a pouty kissy face and he came up to press his into hers for a long peck, she smiled when he pulled away. How could he be so cocky and rude but also so soft all at once? He moved his way back down her body and kissed her hips sucking a spot into her left hip. His hand rubbed her stretch marks along there and kissed over the now bruised mark he’d made.

He moved further down until his mouth was right against her pussy. His nose brushed against the material as he looked up at her. “Gonna let me take care of you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiled. “You’re such a good girl f’me. Perfect lil' thing.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He loved when she slipped into that state of submission and obedience because normally, despite her calm presence, she basically never let Harry have anything without being teased. She was a bit of a brat to him, which turned him on an unfathomable about.

He pulled her knickers off and threw them to the side. As he spread her legs even further apart he moved one of her thighs to rest on his shoulder and the other he pushed forward toward her tummy, practically folding her in half. His ring-covered fingers gripped them and he leaned in close to her. The lips of her were like petals of a flower, splayed out and dewy. Her clit was puffy and swollen in arousal like the bud of a flower. He brought his free hand forward and circled her clit softly. Her hips squirmed into his hand and he heard her let out a shaky breath. 

“Ah,” She gasped when he leaned in closer and his breath hit her dripping pussy. It was cool and shiver-inducing and she could practically see his smile, even though her eyes had made their way shut.

He placed a gentle kiss on her clit and her hands moved to his hair quickly. “Please.”

He was teasing her and he loved the reaction it pulled from her. Now that they’d already been together once there was a certain familiarity in this. He knew what she liked and he was ready to explore things that he hadn’t already. Including taking his time and eating her out like he’d been thinking about since he was probably fourteen.

He looked up at her, her lips were in a pout of frustration. “What’s got you pouting, Princess?”

“Want you t’help me, Harry.”

“You can beg better than that, Y/n.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“Please what, Baby?”

“Please taste me, Daddy. Need your mouth. Want it.”

He smirked looking up at her. “‘Atta girl.”

She felt her clit throb at his raspy words. He leaned forward and licked a long stripe of her slick up into his mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet just like he’d imagined. His mouth watered at the taste, and he smirked. Once he’d tasted her he knew he wouldn’t be able to tease her any longer. He started moaning and grunting into her and the vibrations of it had her mewling and tugging on his hair.

“Fuck.” She cried out, neck arching into the pillow.

He was acting like a starved man and sucking onto her clit with such a hunger that it startled her. She hadn’t expected him to be so wild and good at it. She knew he was good, but Jesus, she was already feeling so much pleasure within mere minutes. He was suckling into her bud like a bee on a honeysuckle flower, all headily. The sweet nectar spilled onto his tongue as he kissed her lips, and practically devoured her whole. She was already feeling dreamy with the pleasure, floating with lust.

As he began to speed his tongue up and get more sloppy with his languid movements, she gained less control of her body. Her legs tried to shut on him and they were beginning to shake softly, he gripped them tighter and split her open for him.

His tongue lapped up the slick that was leaking out of her hungrily, and as he slipped his tongue near her weeping hole she let out a particularly loud whine and her back arched off the mattress. “Fuckin’ hell, feels good, Daddy.”

He pulled away for a breath looking up at her, rubbing his thumb over her clit in slow hard circles that had her eyes welling with tears of pleasure. “Yeah, sucha’ good girl letting Daddy eat this little pussy.”

She was bucking her hips and squirming under his tight grip. He could tell she was getting close as she ground against his face, her moans were getting louder and more desperate. Her slick was dribbling down his chin and he was moaning every few licks. He’d taken to rubbing his cock against the edge of the mattress for some relief, and Y/n coming on done from his touch was too much for him to stay still. He needed to relieve himself. Or he’d come his boxers, which he thought we be a bit pathetic. He wanted to prove to her how good he could be with her, how he liked to take his time when he could. But his neediness was making him have a little less control than he liked.

He continued eating her pussy with such a raw animalistic frenzy that her orgasm washed over quickly, taking her by complete surprise. Her tummy filled with waves of pleasure that shot all through her body as her muscles tensed and her pussy throbbed, she could feel herself clamping down onto his tongue as he groaned.

When she came it was with a desperate, soft, cry of his name. “Fuck, Harry.” She said, shutting her eyes and gripping his hair. “‘M cumming.”

“Cum for me, angel.”

She did. Hard. She felt like she had no control of her body as Harry talked her through her orgasm encouragingly. “That’s it, good girl.”

He’d slipped his fingers inside with ease and began curling against her. She felt herself fall back limp into the sheets as he continued licking and thrusting his fingers inside of her, and her hands moved to his hair once again pulling on it. Her mouth was loose-lipped and she found it hard to keep herself quiet now.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” She said breathlessly, all soft and quiet. It made him smile as he looked up at her, slick coating his lips. 

“Gonna be a good girl and let me make you cum again?”

She nodded biting her lip. “Mhm.” She said before throwing her head back when his fingers hit that soft spot inside her that she couldn’t reach with her own fingers. It made her melt and shake.

Harry noticed her reaction and smirked to himself. “Found it.”

As she watched him from between her thighs, his head bobbed and the muscle of his arms flexed, he was pinning her to the bed so that he could keep going. Her second orgasm found itself much easier, it took Harry a few kisses and rubs against her clit along with his fingers pounding into her until she came. 

Her legs moved to shut around his head and her nails were scratching along his shoulders and back. She kept repeating the words, “Please, Daddy.” Over and over, until.

“Oh, I think you’re gonna make me cum again.”

He kept his steady pace and sloppy kisses going, pulling away only to say. “Cum for Daddy, pretty girl,”

And she did. It was like his words had complete control over her. The ball growing in her tummy snapped and rushed through her. This time her whole body shook as she gripped onto his arms in support, she felt this release like a tidal wave.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”

The tightness of her muscles flexing and her body shaking had her spent. She had never come so hard, and it for so long. It was a few minutes before she finally felt the pleasure subside to something more easy to take. 

She was mewling and babbling all drunken from her orgasm. “Jesus, H.”

He helped her through her second orgasm, kissing along her hips and thighs to give her swollen clit a chance to rest. When she finally came down from the peak of her orgasm, she went limp again, eyes shut, and for a moment there she couldn’t hear or see anything. She could only feel him. Feel what he’d made come over her.

When she looked down at him he’d pulled his fingers out only a few centimetres away and his mouth was damp. His chin was covered in slick and as she began to take in his appearance. His neck and the top of his chest was dripping. She was confused for a second, it couldn’t be sweat. Despite their intense state, she knew he couldn’t be sweating that much. And then she realised. 

“Oh, I squirted, sorry.” She said embarrassed trying to shut her legs. He looked at her like she was crazy moving back up so that his hips were between her thighs.

“Sorry? What are you on about? You squirted f’me, and you looked beautiful doing it too. Absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

She smiled, still feeling shy and blushy. She’d squirted on his dick before, but certainly not his face. She hadn’t expected it to feel so good. “Thank you for making me cum.”

He smiled, and despite his rotten mouth and dominant cocky rough edges, in that moment he looked all soft and gooey and truthfully the fact he got to see Y/n so soft and vulnerable around him made him eternally soft for her. He wanted to see her like this all the time. Red-faced, pouty lips, eyes glassy in pleasure, and words slurring from complete satisfaction. Something only he got to see.

He wanted to be the only person who got her to squirt all over his face. Wanted to be the only one to taste her sweet little pussy. He wanted to be the only man for her. He felt so possessive over her like a kid not wanting to share his favourite toy. But he knew at the end of the day, it was always going to be her decision who she was with. 

But Y/n thought that over the years it was pretty damn obvious who she wanted. 

Harry was the only one for her. 

She wasn’t in some other boy's bed tonight, she was with him right now, running her nails softly along his arms despite how needy they both were for each other. She was slow with her touches like they had all the time in the world because really they did.

It was raining so heavily outside, the wind was howling wildly rustling all the trees nearby, and the thunder roared above them. The shelter her little room provided them with was perfect, and it felt like all time ceased to exist. The sky had turned dark and so had their eyes, her room was almost pitch black, and they were both so warm and close. Skin to skin.

Y/n was right here, naked, and waiting for him. 

Things weren’t so bad after all.

He placed a soft long kiss on her lips and she could taste herself on his tongue. Things tonight felt different than the first time, although Harry was fueled and fiery with jealousy and he wanted to take her roughly, it all felt more intimate.

His hands moved to her hips squeezing the plush flesh and running his hands over the stretch marks that decorated her skin. Every inch of Y/n was beautiful, and he’d never thought that before about anyone. He’d never seen someone's hands and thought what absolutely beautiful hands they had, or what beautiful teeth they had, or how cute their ears were. There wasn’t a part of her body that he wouldn’t worship. 

To him, she was the picture image of beauty.

The kiss deepened as he rolled them over. His head rested where hers just had, and he could feel the warmth her body had left behind. She sat right up against his cock, and she could feel him throbbing against her. His old thin boxers left little room for him to hide his aching want. He was honestly rock hard, watching her cum twice, feeling her, tasting her. It had him so hard he could’ve cried.

Her tits were right in his eyeline, all soft and full. He took one into his mouth sucking on her sensitive nipple, and enjoying the loud whine she let out. His hands had fallen to her ass now, and she’d taken to grinding against his clothed cock. He could feel the wetness of her leaking down onto his boxers and he wanted to stuff her full. Despite her two orgasms, Y/n was still managing just fine on top of him.

She pulled back just slightly so she could grip the hem of his boxers and tug them off. His cock sprang up against his tummy, and even though she’d seen it before she’d probably never get used to how fucking big and gorgeous his cock was. The pink ruddy tip that glistened in precum, his long veiny shaft, that girthiness he had. God she could stare at it for hours, she thinks he is beautiful in the way those ancient paintings of Greek gods were beautiful. His hair was unruly and curly and fit for a golden wreathe to sit, his body all muscular and tanned, his absolute manliness. Something about how capable he was was just enough to have her squirming her thighs.

If she was to paint him, she’d want him to look something like this. Messy, needy, and staring right at her. She moved her hand to grip his cock giving it some gentle strokes, he was hissing already. Her hands were so warm and soft, and she pursed her lips and spat down onto him, allowing her to stroke him faster.

“Such a pretty cock, Daddy.”

He let out a laugh through his moan, “Pretty?”

She nodded. “Just like the rest of you. Beautiful.”

He felt his cheeks warm in a blush. No one had ever called him that before. She was still stroking him and he felt his eyes begin to squeeze shut in pleasure. His hips rutted up into her hand a few times.

“Want to feel this pretty cock, Daddy, please,” She said, her voice in a gentle begging tone.

He opened his eyes and smiled his hand moving from her hip to her cheek stroking it with his thumb. 

“Come sit on it, all yours to sit on, Princess.”

She smiled up at him, kissing his jaw and letting go of his stiffy so that she could move her legs up the bed. When she was hovering over him she placed her arms by his shoulders ready to slide onto him when he stopped her. 

“Wait, condom?” He asked, kissing her nose. 

She shook her head. “Wanna feel you, s’that okay?”

He felt his cock twitch at that. “Yeah, I’m clean, trust you. Want that too.”

She smiled leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips. Her hand grabbed his dick and brought it up between her slick folds, collecting the wetness. She slowly slid down onto it and felt herself stretching for him, her two orgasms allowed more room for him to glide into her easily, but no matter how wet she was his cock was always going to stretch her out.

When she’d made it halfway she looked up at him, “Y'big, sorry,”

He just pushed some hair away from her face, kissing her jaw near her ear. “Take your time.”

Eventually, she made it hilt of him, sitting down on him softly. They both let out heavy sighs at the feeling, she felt so full of him. He was so deep, she could see the bulge of him in her tummy. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder and his hands massaged her thighs softly. If not for their burning desire Harry could’ve stayed just like that for hours. His back against the wall, her resting against him, cock all warm inside her. It was perfect.

She eventually lifted her head up and smeared their lips together in a messy gentle kiss. Her arms wrapped around his back in an embrace as she began to lift herself up and then back down slowly. The stretch starting to burn in pleasure now, and the pain subsiding. He moaned into her mouth loudly as she started to pick up a rhythm of deep hard thrusts. The tip of him was hitting that spot that had her eyes rolling back into her skull as she started to find the rhythm that was right for them both. She was going slow yet hard and deep, it had her pussy clamping down against him which was sending him up the wall.

Her pussy was to die for, so tight, and perfect around his cock. Wet and warm. He wanted to bury himself in it all hours of the day. Her lazy bounces started to pick up as she gripped his shoulders for leverage. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, gripping her tightly as he began to pump his cock up meeting her bounces. He was moaning and grunting into her neck and tits at the feel of her tight pussy, he started kissing her all over.

It was a beautiful sight, his pretty girl's tits bouncing right in front of his face, and her moaning against his cock. He couldn't help but smile, a devilish one.

“Daddy, fuck,” She swore. She was getting close again. Her previous orgasms had her so sensitive to his touch.

One of his hands came forward and began to rub messy circles against her puffy clit. She let out a whine and shut her eyes bouncing as if her life depended on it, his other hand squeezed her ass kneading it roughly, as he thrust his cock up into her pussy.

“You’re Daddy’s good girl aren’t you?”

This made her let out a particularly loud whimper.

“What was that, Princess?”

She just let out another noise of pleasure.

His hand moved up to grip her chin so she’d look at him. “Say it, Y/n. Tell me.”

“I’m your good girl, H.”

He frowned. “H?”

Her hips were stuttering on his cock and the hard rubbing against her clit. “I’m your good girl, Daddy.”

He smirked. “Who’s little pussy does this belong to?”

God, he was filthy. She fucking loved it. It’s what she’d imagined him to be liked. Raw, rough, filthy, dominant, and possessive.

She cried out as his thrusts began to speed up. She was dizzy with it all, struggling to speak.

Her voice came out hoarse and breathless. “Yours,”

“What’s mine, Y/n?”

“My pussy, it’s yours. I'm yours.”

He smirked. “Good girl, sucha' good fucking girl.”

His thrusts caused her entire body to jolt forward, as her nails scratched down his arms and she began to scream at the pleasure. 

“That’s it, take Daddy’s cock,”

She gripped his arms for dear life, “Gunna’ come again. Ah, mm, fuck.”

He didn’t stop for a second and it was only a few thrusts until she was squirted all over his cock and shaking wildly. He could tell he’d fucked her hard because she was practically limp on top of him when her orgasm subsided, she was spent. Harry had ruined her. Three orgasms, three mind-blowing orgasms, she didn’t know if she could handle another.

He kissed her lips. “Good job, sweet girl.”

She smiled dazedly. “Thanks, Daddy.”

“Want me ta’ take care of ya’ now.” His voice hadn't gotten even slower, slurring from the absolute raw fuck he was having.

She nodded and he helped her off him. She fell back onto her bed, back amongst the mess that was her sheets. Her hair lay above her like a crown and he kissed her lips softly, enjoying this gentle side to her. It seems the more she came the softer she got, more clingy, handsy. He fucking loved it. He was sure his shoulders were covered in scratches from her, and his hair had been tugged about by her. He probably looked just as fucked out as her.

She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her lips were swollen. She looked up at him fluttering her lashes. Sexiest little thing ever, a total minx. “Want you.” She whispered. She wanted him to cum, fill her up. She'd been thinking about for years, especially lately.

He grabbed her legs spreading them far apart so he could slot in between her. He was sitting up on his knees all tall above her. Her tummy curled in anticipation and desire, he was so fucking hot. His gorgeous veiny hands touched her and those ring-covered fingers of his gripping into her flesh hard. His swirls of ink were still visible under the moonlight. 

He was a sight. A pure filthy sight she wanted to hold onto in her mind forever.

“Want to fill you up, Princess.” He replied. His cock was begging for his orgasm, he’d managed to last through one of her orgasms pulsing against him, but he knew the next one would push him over the edge. He slowly slipped inside of her, and her hands found their way to his arms, gripping them hard.

He started thrusting roughly without much warning, causing her bed to shift and creak under the weight of them both. She moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck,”

With each thrust her body jolted into the bed, as she tried to find a way to control her squirming body.

He let out a hiss as his balls slapped against her ass. “Feel so good around me, sweet girl. Fuckin' perfect. Made for this cock.”

She pulled him closer so that her chest was pressed into his. His face slipped into the side of her neck and shoulder and gently kissed along there. One of her arms wrapped around his back and the other found his hand, he held hers tightly. He continued fucking into her deep, it felt so good it hurt and her hips jutted to meet his.

“‘Wanna cum, Daddy, can I?” She said softly, in a pleading tone that had his balls aching to fill her pussy up with his hot cum. He grunted pounding into her just that bit harder, this final bundle of energy he had was going toward making her finish.

She felt her tummy tightening familiarly with her orgasm. She knew that she couldn’t hold onto it much longer.

“Cum f’me please, Y/n.” He whimpered, “Be a good girl and let me feel you cum on m’cock.”

His hand held hers tightly, and this romantic intimate side of him was all too much for her, this was somehow hotter than his rough side. She loved to see him like this.

She pulled his face to hers, and they kissed as she finished. It was all teeth and tongue, noses brushing into each other, and she cried out into his mouth. He nibbled her lip and felt her clamping against him rapidly.

When he pulled back from the kiss they were breathless, each thrust had her practically crying out.

“Gonna make me cum, Y/n,” He whispered. “Where do you want me cum?”

She wrapped her legs around his hips. “Inside me, please, Daddy.”

When he made eye contact with her that’s when he finally orgasmed. The thrusts of his hips grew sloppy with pleasure as he let out a loud moan of her name and some curses. She was scratching his arm and back softly letting him fuck her full of his cum as his pleasure subsided. He didn’t move out of her, just landed on top of her. His head resting right above her fast-beating heart. He was fucking spent.

She stroked his hair feeling nice and full of him. She could feel his cum inside her, dripping out onto his cock. He was warm and big to cuddle she loved it. He lifted his head up when he caught his breath, placing a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, then her cheeks which made her giggle, then finally her lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

“Oh, shut up Styles, I already let you fuck me, no need to butter me up now.” She teased.

He rolled his eyes, still inside her, still holding her hand. “You’ve always been beautiful, most gorgeous girl in the whole world.”

Her face turned soft, cheeks blooming in a soft dusty rose. “You’re beautiful too.”

He smiled. “Thank you.”

Eventually, he pulled out of her, she felt empty and whined at the feeling. She was so sensitive now. She honestly wouldn't have minded if he'd stayed inside her for the rest of the night.

She shut her eyes and as he sat back, he watched his cum drip out of her. It made his tummy flutter. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking this far ahead considering Y/n and him weren’t even dating. But if she got pregnant with his baby, that would be the cutest thing in the world. He cut those thoughts from his mind and stood up. 

“Gonna clean y’up.” He said, walking to her bathroom. He found a cloth in there and wet it with some warm water walking over to the bed. 

She opened her eyes which had turned bleary with sleepiness. She smiled tiredly over at him. He smiled back, grabbing her legs and spreading them so he could wipe her down. She whined at the touch of the cloth.

“Sorry, Baby.”

She let out another soft wince. “S’okay, worth it.”

As he stared down at her he noticed how sweaty she looked. “Wanna shower? I’ll help you. We probably should after all that rain and other stuff.”

She nodded, a small laugh leaving her mouth. “Okay, just don’t let me fall asleep and drown in there.”

He laughed. “Course not.”

He helped her up to a sitting position and she looked up at him sluggishly. “Really got me sore, H.”

He frowned. “Sorry, Angel.”

She teasingly sharpened her gaze, “You aren’t sorry, you filthy boy.”

He smirked. “‘M not sorry for taking what’s mine, I am sorry you’ll be sore tomorrow.”

She rolled her eyes. “You will be sorry when I keep complaining.”

"I'll massage you, don't worry."

He picked her up startling her, she always knew he was strong but never expected him to pick her up with such ease, and if she wasn’t totally spent she’d want to test what also he could do with those big muscles. Throw her around maybe? Fuck her standing up? She’d make a note to herself to try that later.

His hands were under bum and as he walked to the bathroom, the shower was surprisingly big and had a tiny little shelve that came out which had all her soaps and shampoos, but there was enough room for her to sit on it.

He turned the water on warm and placed her onto the sink bench. She watched him under the pale light of the bathroom. How was this the same Harry from before?

This was a soft kind man, a gentleman, hardly a frat boy dick. She didn't know where'd he been hiding this side of him. But she liked him just as much as he did the rotten-mouthed boy she knew.

In the shower he took care of her as promised, washing her hair with the lavender-scented shampoo she owned. He used some too, and he helped wash her skin with this fresh-smelling shower oil she had. Softly cleaning her sore parts and he massaged her body with such a gentleness that she melted right into his hands.

She’d never expected Harry to be one to stay and cuddle after, let alone help shower. He was so nurturing to her. It made her feelings bloom and spread through her body like wildflowers.

When they were both clean Harry even helped her dry her hair, and change into some comfy clothes. While she was brushing her teeth and putting some skincare on he fixed up her sheets and tucked himself into them. He'd put his rings in the little dish she had on her bedside table. Checking his phone to see it was late. They'd been going for a while.

When she came out in a baggy shirt that Harry had worn last time he was here, it still smelt of him, and some little black knickers he felt his heart skip a beat. She looked especially good in his clothes.

“C’mere.” He opened the duvet and she slid in beside him tiredly. He pulled her close, right in the crook of his chest, he’d decided to wear nothing to bed. Which bothered neither of them. He ran hot, especially with Y/n snuggling right up against him.

Her window was open letting the heavy downpour of thunder and rain become background noise as they fell asleep. He kissed her temple, rubbing her back underneath his shirt.

“Night, Beautiful.”

She shut her eyes kissing one of the swallows on his chest. “Night, Styles.”

Sleep found them both quickly and Harry held onto her the whole night. He was completely smitten with her, the one girl he couldn’t have was the only one he wanted. Fuck. They were so screwed.

PART THREE???????

[tpwkwriter]

Tpwkwriters masterlist🌸

* = personal favourites <3

————————————fluff————————————

personal pillow- where y/n falls asleep and Harry needs a new lock screen.

Till midday- sleeping in till midday has never felt better.

‘Let me think’- *where y/n and Harry participate in the ‘touch your favourite part of me’ trend on TikTok.

I’ll be by your side- where long distance is hard but Harry always has reminders.

Don’t fret-* where Harry’s a gentlemen and y/n awakes in a bloody puddle.

My only angel-* where y/n and Harry realize just how mushy they really are.

I’ll be by your side- Harry may be across the world but his souvenirs from y/n keep him going.

You- Harry’s envy causes a dispute between a popular co-star.

Drowsy-* a sleepy y/n and a soft h.

Front row for you- where y/n is about to fulfil her and Harry wouldn’t miss it for the world.

In sickness and health-* when y/n is under the weather and Harry’s the perfect boyfriend.

Half the world away- y/n just misses her Harry but sometimes he can’t get the hint.

The morning after- where Harry takes y/n’s innocence and y/n loves him.

Annoyingly perfect- where Harry’s accent is the cherry ontop.

Astraphobia- where y/n has a fear of thunder and Harry is in love.

Head in a book- where y/n’s always nose deep in a book.

Princess treatment- first date as fiancés, and y/n gets the ultimate treatment

————————————angst———————————

*please make sure to read all warnings and TWs before reading these fics! <3*

In my remorse-* where y/n reads stuff she wished she didn’t.

Let’s not- *famous!y/n deals with rude interviewers and Harry’s always alert.

Tourbus blues- even the most biggest Popstars get nervous sometimes.

Please?- stress and exhaustion are the ingredients to an argument.

Envious- where y/n refuses to be part of Olivia’s games.

—————head-cannons and smut————————

Sleeping with H. Types of kisses y/n receives.

Things overprotective Harry def does. Petnames

Different dates they have. “Oh honey”. “Jealous H”

Intimate giggles- where y/n has the sneezes in a passionate time and h finds it adorable.

Rainy day pillowprincess- rainy day intimacy

From my eyes- where mirror sex helps y/n feel better

I’ve got you- where y/n uses a safe word, and H doesn’t mind

—————Master-lists I heavily recommend!———

This- by @watermelonlovershigh

this- by @shroombloomm

This- by @harrysfolklore

This- by @musicforastylesrestaurant

This- by @watchmegetobsessed

This- by @finelinevogue

This- by @moonchildstyles

[daisyblog]

Show Me Love

A Harry Styles Story

Trigger warnings:  18+, anxiety, sexual content, strong language, emotional abuse, alcohol use, undiagnosed/struggling with learning difficulty. 

Summary: Harry and Evie meet at university, bond over their shared love for music and pop-rock bands.

Whilst Evie struggles with anxiety, loving herself and her difficult family dynamic, Harry lives with a calm, content and happy life surrounded by a loving family, everything she has ever dreamed of.

Evie doesn’t realise she’s looking for love until Harry shows her what love really is and she doesn’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

Chapters: Chapter One: Evie

Chapter Two: Harry

Chapter Three: Evie

Chapter Four: Harry

[stellatekintsugi]

Niall Horan

[harrrystyles-writing]

Frase: Nós não somos bons um para o outro.

NotaAutora: Espero que goste meu amor o outro pedido também já foi escrito 💗

Masterlist

Harry Concept #27

Era uma noite fria em Londres, S/n andava pelas ruas com o coração acelerado, pensando sobre o encontro marcado com Harry, eles tinham se separado meses atrás, não era o primeiro término que tiveram, eles estiverem nesse relacionamento instável por longos 3 anos e não importava o quanto tentassem seguir em frente, sempre acabavam se encontrando, como se estivessem presos um ao outro. 

Ao chegar no apartamento dele ela hesitou, ela sabia que não deveria estar ali, sabia o que iria acontecer, mas não conseguia resistir.

— Pensei que você não viria — murmurou Harry assim que abriu a porta.

O apartamento de Harry ainda estava exatamente igual desde a última vez que esteve lá, ainda existia muito dela ali,ele não se desfez de nada. 

 — Eu também pensei. — Suspirou passando pela porta indo até o sofá. — Por que você me chamou?

— Você sabe porque.

— Quero que diga.

— Porque não consigo tirar você da cabeça, S/n. — Confessou passando a mão pelos cabelos, claramente nervoso. —  Não importa o que eu faça, eu não consigo te esquecer.

Harry sabia o que falar para mexer com ela e o modo como o peito dela se apertou era prova disso.

— Nós não somos bons um para o outro.  — Suspirou cansada.

 —Eu sei.

— E já tentamos isso, mais de uma vez,sempre voltamos para o mesmo ponto, nada muda.

— Eu sei.

— Então por que?

— Porque você ainda é a única que tem meu coração. — A voz dele falhou. — Eu ainda...

— Sabe que sim. — Interrompeu tentando impedir as lágrimas. — Mas não podemos continuar desse jeito.

 — E se dessa vez mudar? E se dessa vez a gente fizer dar certo? — Harry suplicava com os olhos.

S/n sentiu o coração apertar, ela também queria acreditar nisso, mas o histórico deles era uma prova dolorosa de que algo sempre dava errado. 

— Harry.

— Por favor, me dê mais uma chance.

— Já te dei chances demais, Harry.

— Eu sei que te magoei, eu estraguei tudo mais vezes do que deveria, mas eu também sei que nada na minha vida faz sentido sem você.

Era difícil olhar aqueles olhos suplicando.

— Não é tão simples assim, Harry! Não podemos continuar fingindo que dessa vez vai dar certo e no fim nos machucar desse jeito.

— Eu sei que parece que vamos falhar de novo, mas o que eu sinto por você não mudou! O que sempre deu errado foi nós não sabermos lidar com isso. —Ele se aproximou devagar. — E se dessa vez a gente realmente fizer dar certo? E se, em vez de fugirmos quando as coisas ficarem difíceis, nós enfrentaremos isso juntos?

— Harry... —S/n começou, mas ele a interrompeu.

— Eu estou cansado de fugir de nós, dos meus medos, de tudo, o tempo está passando S/n, nós estamos envelhecendo e eu não quero passar mais um dia da minha vida que não seja ao seu lado, eu quero tentar de verdade, com você.

S/n congelou em silêncio, absorvendo cada palavra, era o que ela sempre quis ouvir, mas o medo de se machucar de novo a impedia de se entregar totalmente, mas não podia negar a si mesma que algo dentro dela queria acreditar que talvez, desta vez, eles pudessem realmente serem felizes dessa vez.

— Você realmente acha que podemos fazer isso funcionar? Nós estamos indo e voltando faz 3 anos Harry, eu não aguento mais um termino com você. 

— Eu não acho —Harry pegou sua mão. — Eu tenho certeza. – Afirmou olhando no fundo de seus olhos.

— Nós dois temos que mudar, você sabe disso não é? Não dá para repetir os mesmos erros de antes.

— E não vamos —Harry respondeu com um sorriso suave. — Eu prometo.

— Não faça promessas que não pode cumprir.

— Eu te garanto que essa promessa eu nunca vou quebrar. — Harry inclinou seus lábios quase tocando os dela. — Eu te amo. — Sussurrou antes de finalmente beijá-la.

Muito obrigado pela leitura! Se você gostou, por favor, considere deixar algum feedback, opinião, sugestão, idea isso significa muito para mim.💕

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Burning touch

Niall’s cozy living room was bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, casting a warm ambiance over the mismatched furniture. The six friends—three guys and three girls—gathered there every Friday night, their laughter and camaraderie filling the air.

Y/n sat cross-legged on the floor, her back leaning against Niall’s legs. She was the quiet one, the girl with the doe-like eyes that held kindness. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore an oversized sweater that swallowed her petite frame. Niall, manly ruggedly handsome, had always been her protector. His blue eyes held a depth that intrigued her, and his touch ignited a fire within her that she couldn’t explain.

As the movie played on the screen, Niall's fingers traced delicate patterns on y/n’s stomach. His touch was both comforting and electrifying, and she fought to keep her breathing steady. His chin rested on her shoulder, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate bubble.

Y/n stole a glance at the others. Amelia and Liam were engrossed in the film, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between her and Niall. Across the room, Maggie and Louis whispered conspiratorially, their heads close together. But it was Niall who held her attention—the way his thumb brushed against her ribcage, the way his heartbeat seemed to synchronize with hers.

She knew he felt it too, but y/n was so shy around him, and too scared to lose her favourite person, so she kept her feelings guarded, and ignored the longing that simmered beneath their friendship. They’d known each other for years, shared passions, dreams and trust, but this was different. Niall’s touch spoke of desire, of a hunger that threatened to consume them both.

Y/n shifted, her pulse racing. Should she pull away? Or surrender to the ache that coiled low in her belly? Niall’s hand slid higher, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. The movie played on, its soundtrack a backdrop to her silent confession. Y/N leaned back into Niall’s touch, her heart pounding. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a love story—one that defied friendship, blurred boundaries, and dared to explore what lay between the lines.

Niall, too, was navigating the delicate line between friendship and something more profound. His protective instincts towards Y/N had always been strong, but lately, they had evolved into something deeper, more intense. He cherished their moments together, the way her laughter brightened his day, the softness in her eyes when she looked at him. Tonight, however, there was a palpable shift—a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. His fingers moved with a purpose, silently communicating a desire he had long kept hidden. The movie’s dialogue faded into the background, drowned out by the rhythmic cadence of their synchronized heartbeats.

Niall had always been the dependable one—the guy who fixed broken things, both literal and metaphorical. His friends relied on him, and he revelled in that role. But y/n was different. She wasn’t just a friend; she was the quiet heartbeat at the centre of his world.

When he touched her, it was like touching a live wire. Her skin held secrets—soft and fragile, yet resilient. He’d memorized every freckle on her arms, every curve of her spine. And when she leaned back against him during movie nights, he fought the urge to pull her closer, to claim her as his own.

His feelings for y/n defied logic. She was the shy girl with the doe-like eyes, the one who blushed when he complimented her. But beneath that demure exterior lay a fire—an intensity that drew him in. He’d seen glimpses of it—the way her gaze lingered on his lips, the way her breath hitched when he brushed against her.

Niall’s hand under her shirt wasn’t just about comfort; it was a silent confession. He wanted to explore the landscape of her skin, to map every inch with his fingertips. His chin on her shoulder was an anchor, grounding him in this moment—a moment that held the promise of something more.

As the movie comes to an end, the room fills with the soft murmur of friends gathering their things, preparing to leave. The air is thick with the remnants of shared laughter and the warmth of a good time spent together. Y/n rises from her seat, following the natural flow of her friends towards the door, but she feels a gentle tug on her arm. It's Niall. His eyes convey a plea, a silent request for her to stay a little longer. Without hesitation, she nods and decides to stay behind.

Y/n turns to her departing friends with a smile. "I'll stay and help tidy up," she announces. Their friends exchange knowing glances, offering her playful smirks and supportive winks as they file out the door. The room gradually quiets down, the sounds of footsteps and cheerful goodbyes fading into the night. Y/n and Niall are left with the echoes of the evening, the room now theirs to reclaim from the chaos of a lively gathering.

And so, together, they begin to clean up, their movements synchronized and effortless. The task at hand becomes secondary to the conversation that flows between them. They share stories, laugh at inside jokes, and navigate the delicate space between friendship and something more. The mess of discarded popcorn and empty cups gradually disappears, replaced by a sense of connection and shared purpose.

He pulled her onto the sofa, falling into a peaceful silence. Niall's tummy presses against her back as he gently strokes down her hips. He kisses her cheek, trailing soft kisses from her cheek to the corner of her mouth and her jawline. Y/n's heart begins to pound, and she feels a wave of nervousness wash over her.

Niall senses the change in her breathing and pauses for a moment. He wants to make sure she's comfortable, to reassure her. "Y/n," he murmurs softly against her neck, his voice filled with affection. The sound of her name spoken so intimately sends a shiver down her spine.

She turns slightly to face him, lips so close, Niall's gaze is warm and steady, a silent promise of his care and devotion. Her nerves start to ease, replaced by a growing sense of trust.

In that tender moment, time seemed to stretch, and the world around them faded into a distant blur. The gentle touch of his fingers as they swept her hair behind her ear sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze, darting from her eyes to her lips and back again, as he moved closer, the boundaries that once defined their friendship began to dissolve, replaced by an overwhelming sense of connection and longing.

His approach was deliberate but unhurried, giving her the chance to pull away if she chose to. Yet, she found herself frozen in place, drawn to him by a magnetic pull that she had never felt before. Every inch he traversed seemed to bring with it a rush of memories, laughter shared, secrets whispered, and moments of comfort. It was as if all those instances had been leading up to this singular point in time, where friendship blossomed into something more profound and beautiful.

When his lips finally met hers, it was a gentle and tentative kiss, a question as much as an answer. The world around them ceased to exist, leaving only the sensation of the kiss, the warmth of his touch, and the rapid beating of her heart. In that kiss, they found a new beginning, an uncharted path that they were willing to explore together. The kiss ended, but the connection remained, a silent promise of what was to come, a beautiful, unforeseen journey into the realm of love.

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[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Rainy Days And Mondays

banner by abby

TW: Mentions of clinical depression and death

Some people say that sorrow is like a prison. A cold hard cell you make for yourself and with the right keys you can unlock it and be free. For me it's totally the opposite. Sorrow is like a wonderland. A never-ending rabbit hole of feelings to fall down. It makes you mad, it makes you a different person than you were the morning you arrived but at the end of the day you don't wanna go home. Being mad is good sometimes. Feeling sorrow is good sometimes because at least you know you still feel something.

There were a million and one wonders in the world. A whole plethora of things that made Pippa curious. He was one amongst many.

He came every Monday. He always ordered a small black coffee and he always sat at the table by the window that gave a glorious view of early morning London traffic. His hair was always a mess and he always carried a worn leather journal under his arm. He always gave crumpled notes and left faded twenty pence in the tip jar and left Pippa's mind in a whirl.

She often found herself making up stories about him in her spare time. Maybe he was an uni student with pent up angst and wrote is feeling in lyrics. Or maybe he was a struggling writer who wrote down his deepest feelings, narrating his life in a dramatic voice over fashion in head as he looked out the window. Either way the mystery surrounding him made her slightly infatuated. He was an enigma.

"It's so rude to stare, Pip."

It was Monday again. Pippa always worked the morning shift at the cafe before happily catching the bus to her afternoon classes. He was there in all his mysterious glory, sitting at the table scribbling away in that journal of his. Pippa furrowed her brows and continued the task of wiping down the counter.

"I am not staring, Louis." She insisted and her male companion rolled his teal eyes with a sigh.

"You've been staring at him ever since he's been coming around. Get the balls to talk to him or else some other girl will beat you to the punch."

Louis danced around her to get to the expresso machine and Pippa rolled her eyes.

"I don't have balls, Louis and would you shut up! You're so loud." She hissed at him praying that maybe the acoustic music playing through the cafe or the hum of the expresso machine would drown out their conversation.

"Well, grow what ever it is you women are capable of growing and talk to him. Let me give you a hint. It's not always easy for a bloke to approach a girl.Sometimes guys like to sit back and wait for you to come to them. Simple principle. You want something, you go get it."

Pippa wrestled her unruly curls into the neatest bun possible and sighed. "It's not even that serious, Lou."

"Oh really, but the way you always look at him tells me otherwise." Another one of her wisecracking friends had arrived, wiggling is eyebrows at her suggestively and stuffing his face with a cinnamon roll.

"Not you too, Niall!"

The blonde boy shrugged. "I'm just calling it like I see it, Pip. I can play matchmaker if you want me to."

"Bugger off, Niall. And I hope you know you're adding the money for that in the tip jar." Pippa replied vexedly pointing to the pastry in her friend's sticky fingers.

He's gone in a flash, leaving cafe's brass bell ringing behind him and Pippa in deeper thought. Where did he go when he left there? Did he have a job? Did he take classes? Did he have a girlfriend?

"Shame, ‘nother opportunity wasted." Niall clucked his tongue.

Pippa wasn't listening, her attention was set on the tattered leather journal sitting on the mahogany table top.

"He left his journal." She announced softly.

A grin that Pippa knew too well spread across Louis' face.

"Give it 'im. Go on! Run after him before it's too late." He grinned.

Pippa could feel her heart racing with excitement. She might get to talk to him and imagine what that could lead to. She might actually get to solve the mystery that was him. She maneuvered from behind the counter and snatched up the leather notebook sitting on the table. It was heavy, littered with scraps of paper inside and by the fading leather along the spine Pippa could tell it was well used. There was a sentence scribbled in black sharpie near the spine.

She didn't realize, now that's a lot of love.

Pippa hugged the journal to her chest and burst through the cafe door in search of him. She could see him. He wasn't far. She noticed his messy hair anywhere. He was sat at a bus stop, coat pulled around him tightly. There was a mist in the air. It would soon rain. "Hey! Hey!"

The words came out choppy as she ran, swinging her arms wildly. She was sure she looked stupid but she wasn't sure if he saw her. It wouldn't be a surprise. She'd been invisible to him all this time. One more time wouldn't hurt.

"You. You left this." Pippa paused to catch her breath as she studied him. She never had time to realize just how stunning he was and she felt the butterflies building up in her stomach as his emerald eyes, framed by long lashes met hers. His eyebrows furrowed in a brooding, deep manner.

"Your journal, you left it in the cafe. The one you come to every Monday morning?" She inquired. Maybe he was the wrong guy. Maybe the right one had gone and he'd never come back to the cafe.

"Yeah. I know." He replied standing to his feet. He was very statuesque and towered over her by a few inches. His large hand snatched the leather journal bound by her arms and he tucked it under his own.

Pippa smiled despite her shock.

"Pippa. I'm Pippa."

He blinked, unmoved by the introduction.

"Yeah, I know." He repeated.

Of all the many stories, all the many day dreams that Pippa had played out in her head about him, she never expected him to be anything like this. Not cross or seemingly angry or just plain rude.

"And you are? I told you my name. Shouldn't you tell me yours?" She asked smoothing her hands over her apron.

She saw a flash of a dimple in his cheek as his lips curved upward ever so slightly. "Harry." A small grin grew across Pippa's face and she would hear thunder rumbling in the distance.

"It's a gloomy day, Harry. One more smile would probably chase some of the clouds away," She giggled and Harry scowled.

"Happiness isn't everything. Happiness is overrated."

Pippa felt her stomach dropping. For a guy so attractive and seemingly creative he sure had a negative disposition.

"If you want it to be then it will." She spoke softly as a drizzle of rain hit her skin.

"I've got a bus to catch."

Pippa sighed in defeat and turned on her heels in route of the cafe. It was raining harder now, causing her hair to frizz and shirt to cling to her skin. She felt stupid, having wasted so much time making up stories and fantasies about this Harry guy who'd turned out to be a total bell-end. It was a harsh reality of life. Things were never as they seemed.

"How'd it go Pip? Did he profess his love for you? Did he kiss you in the rain?" Niall asked excitedly upon her return, having yet to wipe the sticky crumbs from his face. Pippa shrugged whilst going back to her station at the counter and wringing out her wet apron. "He's not at all who I thought him to be. He's so... rude." She replied.

"Gee, I'm sorry Pip. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Sorry I got your hopes up. Don't worry about him. He's a douche bag." Louis replied wrapping an arm around his friend.

"Big deal, Lou. Life still goes on, right?"

For Pippa at least, it did.

**** Sometimes, I'm angry. No, never mind that, EVERYDAY I'm angry. Even if it's a good day. I'm angry at God and at her but the person I despise the most is ME. Why couldn't it be me instead of her. Why do I have to be ME? I hate myself and I'm not afraid to admit it. I'd trade places with the unluckiest bloke in the world if it meant I didn't have to wake up and face myself everyday.

It was early and Pippa was tired. She'd stayed up late to squeeze in some course reading before opening up the cafe at a quarter to 7 but she knew with a cup of brew she'd have enough energy for the day. Mondays were always rough. Louis had overslept and was running late and Niall was doozing off in the break room avoiding customers like he always did. But no matter what happened Pippa still enjoyed her Mondays.

A few loyal customers had stopped by to grab their morning coffee on their commute to work and there was a lull of activity in the cafe. Pippa made herself comfortable behind the counter humming along to the sounds of Ed Sheeran and nibbling on a hot scone that Tilly, the head baker had been generous enough to share.

It was nearly nine when he arrived, the same brooding expression plastered on his face and leather journal tucked under his arm. Despite their encounter a week before, Pippa smiled warmly as she watched him march up to the counter. She couldn't help but feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Even it he was a jerk, she still found him insanely attractive. Pippa wasn't one to hold grudges anyway. She'd never been.

"Good morning! How are you today?" She greeted warmly.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm alive."

Pippa grinned whilst catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Pretty ace response.

"What can I get for you today? Small black coffee?"

His emerald eyes met hers causing her breath to hitch in her throat and he sighed.

"Look, about last week. Sorry, I was just havin an rough day, yeah?" He ran a hand through his mess of curls nervously.

"You're forgiven, Harry. Everyone has hard days sometimes. It's understandable." She grinned whilst going to the coffee pot to pour his order. Her eye caught sight of the journal that was now sitting on the counter.

"Do you like to write?" Pippa inquired pushing the coffee mug in front of him and heading to the cash register.

"I do it everyday." Came Harry's raspy reply.

Pippa giggled. "I love it too! I'm going to uni for English."

His eyebrows furrowed once more as he trapped his lip between his teeth. "I do too. Well, I used to I mean." His tone was cold and distant and he said no more as he laid the crumpled notes on the counter to pay for his beverage. Pippa frowned slightly and placed the money in the cash drawer.

"Maybe I can read some of you writings someday and maybe you can read mine?" She suggested. She didn't know what was making her talk to a guy who'd been so rude to her before. Maybe it was his apology and glittering green eyes or the hint of dimples she could see in his cheeks or maybe it was just the ugly truth that she'd fallen head over heels for his mystique.

"No. I-I don't know you. They're personal."

With that he snatched his cup of coffee and leather journal and marched over to his usual table. Pippa sighed. Just when she thought she a was making a breakthrough he went back to his earlier demeanor. It appeared he was capable of being nice or had been at one point but something had changed that along the way and Pippa wanted to know just what.

The brass bell of the cafe door rang and Louis appeared with messy bed hair, sleepy teal eyes and a very wrinkled apron. He slumped over to counter and squeaked a greeting to Pippa.

"You're late, Tomlinson." Pippa giggled.

He sighed. "Yeah, tell me about it. Monday's are the worst."

Louis hopped behind the counter noticing Harry sat at his table and eyed Pippa.

"Still in a shitty mood, yeah?" He whispered, jerking his head in Harry's direction.

A slow smile settled on her face. "He apologized but sort of snapped on me again. There's something about him, Louis that makes him this way. I think it has something to do with the journal he's always carrying."

Louis kinked a brow. "And so you're saying?"

"I kind of want to find out what it is."

Louis shook his head sending his hair across his forehead in a sweeping motion.

"I don't get it Pip. You want to get to know him just so you can figure out what crawled up his ass and died, and then what? What if he's just naturally a jerk?"

Pippa shrugged. "I don't see it that way but if he is, I reckon I'll find out."

Louis grinned. "Leave it up to you to see the good in everyone. It's a good quality to have but it can also lead to getting hurt and I just don't want that for you, Pip."

She grinned. "I don't think you can hurt someone when you haven't recovered from your own wounds." **** I gave her everything. She was everything. My love for her was endless. I'd do anything for her. But in the end it wasn't enough. I thought it was enough. I thought we were enough. But I reckon I was all wrong. In the end she broke me. I bared my heart and she sucked me dry. It wasn't my choice to fall apart like this. It was bound to happen. It just must have been part of her destiny. To come into my life, shake it up and be gone like a fleeting whisper in the night. Sometimes, I resent her for that but if I could have her back I'd let her break my heart a million more times.

It was Thursday. Pippa couldn't contain her yawns and she clutched her bag tighter whilst trying to keep a decent pace along the sidewalk. She'd just come from her last class for the day- creative writing. She thought about him again. What might he write? What was his writing style? Did he write prose or poetry?

Pippa found herself thinking about Harry more frequently lately. She thought about him when she spotted his table, vacant in the cafe, whenever anyone ordered a black coffee or whenever she had a spare moment to herself. There was something about him that wouldn't allow her mind to get a rest and with all his deep, brooding exterior she wondered if his mind ever did.

She smiled to herself knowing that she'd have just enough time to grab a bite of dinner and do some course reading before heading off to bed whilst her flatmate Zayn would just be heading to his own classes by the time she arrived home. The pair were polar opposites, Pippa always smiling and giggling whilst Zayn was quite and observant and usually only spoken when he had something important to say. The only thing they seemed to have in common was their love of art and the pile of bills stacked on the countertop but they still managed to make the relationship work.

Pippa was quite tired, the walk from her classes and flat were quite the distance but she'd saved just enough money to take the tube. It was rare luxury for her as she was only left with mere pocket change during the first of the months after helping Zayn with rent and surviving on tips for the rest of the month.

The hum and bustle of the station brought a smile to Pippa's face. Ever since she was a little girl she loved visiting the station and seeing all the trains and people go by. They all looked so important and determined to her young eyes, as if the trains were taking them big places. She wanted to go big places too. Someday.

Amongst the station activity, Pippa's ears caught a hold of the strum of a guitar. The melody was bitter yet sweet, rough but tender, haunting yet soothing and Pippa couldn't help but follow it's every note. Her eyes widened in shock but she grinned when she spotted him, his guitar case open at his feet, growing hair falling over his eyes and long fingers strumming just as furiously as he wrote. He looked so concentrated and focused. So drawn into the tune it was as if he'd lived it.

"Harry!" Pippa chirped breaking his concentration and causing the notes to go awry.

His eyebrows furrowed and he scowled, an expression that Pippa had come to enjoy quite a bit.

"You again." He rasped.

She grinned clutching her bag closer.

"I didn't know you played." Pippa spoke excitedly. First he writes, now he plays guitar. Her attraction to him was only growing stronger.

"What are you doing here?" Harry deadpanned.

She giggled. "Catching a bus to go home." She kinked a brow "You?"

He shrugged sloppily. "Playing."

Pippa eyed the open guitar case, a few passers had dropped a few notes and pounds in. Doing the mental math there wasn't a lot of money present and Pippa knew for sure he wasn't just playing for his health.

She smiled, "You're good."

Harry stared down at his ragged boots bringing his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Not a good as her. "

Her. The word seemed to hang in the air and left Pippa curious. She smiled placing the notes she intended to use for the tube in his guitar case. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he felt his heart sinking and anger bubbling in his chest all at the same time.

"I don't want your money." He sneered.

"You give us tips all the time. Just returning the favor. You're a good player." Pippa grinned.

Harry tugged at his unruly curls and sighed. His green eyes narrowed at the smiling girl in front of him and he felt as if he might scream.

"You smile too fucking much!" He shouted.

Pippa sighed bringing her lip between her teeth. It was a fact that she couldn't deny. She always seemed to be smiling. Even when she wasn't feeling her best. Smiling was an everyday essential to her. It was the best thing a person could wear. It made you feel invincible, as if you could conquer the world. She didn't know why she smiled so much. She just did.

She folded her arms across her chest, her eyebrows raised.

"Is it not better than frowning all the time? Do you realize the energy to waste being so goddamed angry could be spent on something better? Life's too short to spend it unhappy. People are here one moment and gone the next. Do you want people to remember you as some bitter asshole when you die?!?" She snapped. She was angry and she did know exactly why.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a long walk home."

Pippa clutched her bag so tight she was sure she had cut the circulation from her hands as she swiftly walked away trying her hardest to maneuver around the crowd in a polite manner.

Forget about him. She didn't need him and he didn't need her. It was just a silly crush. A juvenile infatuation. A stupid crush. She wished she'd never bothered. Louis had been right after all.

"Pippa!"

The words sailed out of his mouth in delicate syllables and anchored in her ears. Pippa swore it was the most ethereal sound it the world.

She spun around upon feeling a large hand sink into her skin. Pippa furrowed her brows at him, his emerald eyes clear with a soft expression she didn't know he was capable of using. She felt her anger slowly fading.

"I'm sorry. Please, let me walk you home?" Harry's eyebrows raised in a hopeful manner. It was the most expressive Pippa had ever seen him.

She chewed her bottom lip in thought.

"My smiling won't bother you?"

His lips curved upward, the closest thing she'd get to a smile as he adjusted the guitar case on his back.

"No. I reckon I'll try to ignore it."

Pippa grinned.

"You know, I bet you'd be twice as handsome if you smiled sometimes." "*** And so it began. The reluctant blossoming of a friendship. Their relationship was strange, Pippa's bright personality out shined Harry's gloomy one but that didn't mean they didn't have anything in common. Pippa told Harry about the books she read in uni and he taught her a few cords on his guitar. He came to the cafe more often and talked to her when she had breaks and occasionally walked her home. She invited him in her flat a few times and they held conversations about all sorts of things, literature, music, art. Zayn even joined in some nights if he didn't have class.

Harry had seen her dancing and giggling in the rain, her hair wild and wet. He'd studied the way her face lit up whenever she talked about a new book she was reading or how she always tugged at her bottom lip whenever she was concentrating hard on something or when she was frustrated. He knew that she liked lots of sugar and creme in her coffee and that she loved the smell of a good hazel nut blend. He knew that Jane Austin novels were her guilty pleasure and he knew about the birthmark on her neck that she often tried to hide.

Pippa found out things about Harry too. Many things that surprised her, like how he preferred staying in with a good cup of tea to going out on the town, his interest in novice photography and indie rock and how couldn't walk in a straight line because his right leg was half an inch shorter than his left leg. Pippa knew the curve of his lips, the crease between his brows, his sharp jawline and the tiny mole by his chin. She knew every detail of him but she didn't. She didn't know what ideas were swirling around his head, his biggest hopes and dreams. But most importantly, she didn't know about her. He never dared speak of her and Pippa was terribly curious.

She's breaking me. Maybe I need to distance myself. I find myself entranced in her smile and mesmerized by her laugh. I get distracted when I look into her eyes. I nearly forget my name as I study the curve of her lips when she speaks. She makes me feel things. Things I haven't felt in forever. She's lovely. Terribly lovely and she's breaking me. I don't want her too. I can't fall for her. I can't. If I do I'll be replacing HER. And I can never forgive myself for that. I can't fall for her. I won't fall for her. I have to protect my heart. "You look tired." Pippa announced glancing at Harry's handsome face and sleepy eyes as she fiddled with the keys to her flat.

"I'm okay." Harry announced slowly running a hand through his messy hair.

"You can stay for the night if you want. I'm sure Zayn wouldn't mind. You could take the couch." She continued whilst opening the door and stooping to pick up the mail that had been delivered with a sigh.

Harry felt a pain in his chest and he stood in the frame of the door, eyebrows furrowed. "I should get going, really."

Pippa frowned slightly.

"Please stay for cuppa at least?"

He shrugged. "Why not?"

Harry's eyes wondered around the flat nervously as Pippa prepared tea, catching glimpses of some of the paintings that Zayn was perfecting, a few pictures of Pippa with her school mates a few with her family. Her age varies in each of them but her bright smile never faulters. She's surrounded by the company of males in nearly everyone of them and it made Harry curious.

"Tea is served." Pippa giggled upon her return as she balanced tea cups in her hand. She looked silly and endearingly goofy and Harry felt the corner of his lips curling into the smallest smile.

With a sweet sigh she handed the painted mug over to him and took a seat near him on the second hand burlap sofa. Pippa brought the cup to her lips with a smile but Harry just stared at his own cup with a sigh.

"Pip, where's your mum?" He asked in his slow voice.

Pippa sat her cup on the table with a sigh. She could feel her stomach twisting into odd knots and she fiddled with her mass of ringlets.

"She's dead." The words came out in a nearly cheerful chirp but it was still all so painful. Harry was almost sorry that he asked.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He replied feverishly.

The smile he'd come to adore spread across her face slowly.

"No need to apologize, Harry. Death is a part of life. We all have to die someday, yeah?" Pippa shrugged before going back to her tea and Harry stared at her in awe.

How could she greet the macabre concept of death with such a positive attitude?

"It was cancer." She continued as if reading his mind.

"I was pretty young when she got really sick. I don't remember much of it but I always remember her smiling even, when she felt the worst. I guess that's why I smile so much. It was the only lesson I learned from my mum."

Harry ran a hand through his hair in confusion.

"But, don't you miss her?"

Pippa smiled.

"What I remember of her. She'll always have a place in my heart. I don't feel as if anything is missing from my life by not having her around. I've still got my dad and brothers who care for me and I've got Louis, Niall and Zayn. I reckon I'm pretty content."

"But, I don't understand. You were a little girl and your mum was taken from you. Don't you miss her? How can you be like this? How can you possibly be happy? "

Harry was close enough for her to smell his cologne. His green eyes burned into hers and Pippa could feel her breath hitching in her throat. Harry could feel the frustration and sorrow building in this chest and he couldn't quite explain why he felt this way.

Pippa smiled softly.

"Harry, you don't need a perfect life to be happy. Happiness is what you make it. You can't rely on other people. It's all you, Harry. All your choice to make."

She reached over and touched his hand. Harry felt the swarm of butterflies invading his stomach and the hammering of his heart against his chest. It was an antiquated feeling, like taking a dusty old book off a shelf and opening it for the first time in ages.

Harry studied the pout of her lips and he suddenly felt the strange urge to touch them. He reached out, dragging his thumb across the curve of her bottom lip, causing Pippa to grow stiff.

Her breath hitched in her throat but she didn't resist when Harry leaned over, pressing his mouth to hers in a nearly animal manner. It'd felt like forever since he'd done that. Since he'd even encountered someone he wanted to kiss. Someone who might just care about him . Someone he might just care about. It'd been so long. Not since her. Her.

Harry suddenly snatched away, a tidal wave of emotions washing over him. Pippa stared at him in shock, secretly satisfied yet disappointed that their moment had been cut short. She didn't know what had come over him and neither did he.

"Pip- I- Didn't mean for this to happen I'm sorry. I-I have to get going. I have to go." He stuttered whilst gathering his belongings in a rushed manner.

Pippa frowned.

"Harry! Wait! Please! We can talk if you want." She caught hold of his arm and her mind spun trying to process everything that happened.

"No-no. I have to go. Don't touch me!". Her touch was electrifying and dangerous and he just had to get away. In the blink of eye he was running out door leaving them both confused. He didn't know why he was running. He didn't know what he was running from. Neither did Pippa.

***** I enjoyed it. Her lips were soft. Her mouth was sweet. I enjoyed it very much. But I shouldn't have. I like her. I'd like to win her affection but SHE won't let me. Every time she looks at me and I notice the sparkle in her eye she's at the back of my mind. I can't give in. I want to give in but SHE won't let me. It's not fair to her. I can't give in. She's so lovely and so inviting but I can't give in. I'd rather wallow in my misery, in the shadow of her memory than move on. I'm too afraid that if I do, I'll forget her.

"Something is wrong, something is terribly wrong." Louis announced upon his arrival in the break room. His eyes fell suspiciously upon the vexed and tired looking Pippa who was nearly unrecognizable when she wasn't beaming. She'd been like this for days and Louis could practically taste gloom in her disposition.

It was a quarter till opening. Pippa raised an eyebrow at her friend as she stirred her coffee and Louis pulled up a chair at the small wooden table next to her.

"Tell me about it, Pip." He urged.

Pippa shrugged. "There's nothing to tell, just stressed from school I reckon."

She paced over to the coffee machine to pour Louis a cup, secretly hoping that the conversation had come to an end. But Pippa knew Louis all too well and she knew it would take a lot for him to drop the case.

"You're lying. Something's going on between you and that Styles boy." He replied with a curt nod as he accepted the warm mug in Pippa's hands.

"What did I tell you, mate? You owe me." Niall announced joining his friends at the table with a yawn.

Pippa rolled her eyes. "Nothing's going on. There was never anything between us anyways."

"But he hasn't been coming in for coffee in like the past week. He's avoiding you for some reason." The blonde boy pointed out.

"If Niall's paying attention it has to be true. You know you can tell us Pip, we're your friends." Louis urged.

His teal eyes seemed to burn into her tired brown ones and he hadn't touched his coffee. It was obvious that Louis cared a lot about her and Pippa secretly wished Harry felt the same way, even if it was just platonic.

Pippa sighed. "If you want to know so badly, then fine. I invited him into my flat for tea and he kind of kissed me."

Louis raised an eyebrow and Niall smirked.

"Kind of kissed you? Either he kissed you or he didn't." Louis pressed.

"I'm just curious to know what happened after the kiss." Niall instigated.

She sighed yet again whilst shrugging sloppily.

"He ran away from me."

The silence in the room was thick and Pippa couldn't help but feel cursed with embarrassment in the company of her male friends learning about her tragic love life.

Louis sighed. "Do you like him, Pip?"

Pippa smiled slowly.

"Very much, Lou."

"I can't speak for him. Maybe he feels the same way but he's obviously got some underlying issues he needs to deal with. It's up to him, Pip. It's not healthy for you to worry about it." Louis replied . Pippa frowned softly and eyed the analog clock on the wall.

"I'm going to unlock the cash register." She announced as if the discussion had never happened.

"Screw him Pip, you've got us." Niall shouted as he watched her disappear to the front counter.

He and Louis both expected Pippa to spin around, laugh it off and agree with them but she was gone. Hopefully her generally cheery disposition was still there.

The day dragged on with Pippa conducting business with faux chipper. Niall and Louis had tried everything possible to keep her in a good mood and Pippa tired her hardest to stay professional and focused. It was hard. Her was mind a whirlpool of thoughts of him and feelings she couldn't quite describe. She was relieved when her shift ended and hastily gathered her books not even bothering to say goodbye to her friends.

Pippa forced a smile as she made her way to catch her bus. She couldn't wait to get to her class. To write of her frustrations, ridding them from her body and toss it in the trash before going home. That was all she needed. It'd be over. She could get over it. The world had to keep spinning and life had to go on.

She froze upon seeing a familiar figure sitting at the bus stop. She knew his physique anywhere. He kept his head down focusing on the cracked pavement and his worn leather boots. His journal sat beside him and his curls were disheveled under his beanie. Pippa couldn't help the tingling feeling that was rushing though her body. It happened every time she was around him and right now she cursed those damned butterflies.

"Can I sit here?" She asked politely.

His green eyes met hers upon picking his head up and his eyebrows furrowed in the manner she'd grown to love.

"Yeah." He replied plainly.

Pippa felt a pang of pain in her chest as she made herself comfortable on the bench making sure to keep a decent amount of distance between them. She stared out into London's streets neither one of them said a word and the silence was painful. They'd gone from knowing weird facts about each other to being perfect strangers again.

"Harry, talk to me." Pippa broke the silence.

"I can't." He replied in his previous tone not even bothering to look at her and confusing Pippa greatly.

She scoffed. "You make no sense right now."

"I can't talk to you. We can't talk anymore. This has to end."

Pippa could feel the anger rising in her chest and adrenalin running though her veins as she turned to him.

"Jesus, Harry! It was one kiss. You act like we slept together."

Harry ran a hand across his face with a deep almost growling sigh.

"Fuck, Pippa! You're messing with my mind. I-I don't need this right now. I can't do this anymore!"

Pippa eyebrows furrowed violently.

"I don't understand! I thought we were friends. One kiss shouldn't make or break our friendship!"

It was nearly as if Harry was shooting daggers though her soul as his green met hers. They were blood shot and glossy and laced with so many emotions neither Harry nor Pippa could identify.

"You're not good for me, Pippa. You're too positive! You keep trying to make me happy but the truth is I don't want to be happy!" Harry spat surprising both Pippa and himself.

"I never tried to force you to be happy, Harry. I told you! It's a choice." She urged.

"It doesn't matter."

Pippa was begging to feel dizzy and her eyes narrowed into little slits.

"Do you like me? Do you care about me?" She demanded.

Harry's eyebrows scrunched furiously.

"You're crazy!"

"You didn't answer my question, Harry! Do you care about me?"

Pippa could feel the lump forming in her throat and the tears stinging in her eyes but she promised herself she wouldn't cry. At least not in front of him.

Harry scoffed. "No. There's another girl. I care about her. She's far better than you."

She bit her lip to keep it from trembling.

"How so?" She couldn't help but ask.

"She makes me feel miserable. Miserable in all the right ways."

With that he was gone, hastily jogging away. Pippa didn't really see him. He was all a blur in her vision of tears. She swallowed the lump in her throat, somehow trying to swallow the bitter feeling in her chest. Close your eyes. Count to ten. Take a deep breath. It will all be okay.

But she couldn't quite convince herself. It wasn't okay and it hurt. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. But often times the things you want the most are so unreachable.

Pippa whipped the tears that trickled down her cheeks and spotted a flash of leather from the corner of her eye. He'd left his journal again and this time he'd probably be gone from her life for good. She stared at it, her gaze seemed to burn holes through it. Never in her life had she been so angry at an inanimate object. It sat there, mocking her. She was convinced it was the root of her problems. The reason he'd pushed her away. She knew how sacred it was to him and she wanted to rip every page out and throw them in the Thames. The flames of her anger seemed to suddenly subside, changing into curiosity. She couldn't have him but maybe, just maybe she could have a glimpse into his mind. Maybe she'd finally get to see him for who he really was.

When her bus finally arrived Pippa gathered her things and snatched up the journal clutching it close to her chest. She found a nice window seat, her fingers danced along the worn pages and she began to read.

****** When I was a kid I often argued with my school mates about wether or not ghost existed. I always argued no but they swore they were real. Well now I know they're right. Ghost are real. They're not these little masses of floating sheets that fly around abandoned castles. They're real people and they will haunt you. They'll keep you awake at night, thinking about them. They'll fill your dreams with visions of them. They're everywhere and you can't escape them. They're the people you used to know, they people you used to love and the people you can't quite forget.

"I'm so worried about him, mum. He's even worse these days. I've got a feeling he's been flushing is meds down the toilet."

Harry could hear his sisters's voice, soft and rushed. He knew she thought she was being discreet but he'd heard nearly every word.

"No. I promise I won't tell him you've been paying his bills."

He sat in the dark of of his room the scrap of paper he'd been writing on,illuminated by the small lap on his night stand. He crumpled the paper into a little ball and tossed it in the waste bin along with other scraps of writing from the days before. He didn't have a journal anymore but his desire to write was still there. It was the only thing that seemed to keep him calm.

"I promise I can handle it, Mum. I'll take care of him."

She talked about as him if he wasn't there. And maybe he wasn't there. Mentally at least. But he liked the feeling. At least he knew he was still breathing. Harry ran a hand through his consistently messy hair and he could feel the anger building up in his chest as swung open his room door causing it to creek loudly and startling his sister who was comfortably splayed out on the sofa, cell phone pressed to her ear.

"I'll have to call you back later, mum. I'll send your love to Harry. Yeah. Love you, bye."

Harry glared at his sister whilst padding into the kitchen in search of food. "Finally awake?" She grinned.

"For fuck's sake Gemma, quit telling Mum that I'm sick!" He shouted angrily.

Gemma sighed and followed her brother into the kitchen.

"I never told her that, H!" She held her hands up in surrender as her brother's gaze only seemed to intensify.

"Sure didn't sound like it to me." Harry urged.

She sighed. "You really think I'd tell Mum that? She's already worried enough about you as it is. She wants you to move back home."

Harry growled angrily as he snatched an apple from the glass bowl on the counter top.

"Would you two stop treating me like some freak! I'm not crazy!"

Gemma sighed crossing her arms across her chest. "But you're not well, Harry."

He slumped over to the refrigerator pausing before opening it and staring down at his bare feet. He looked tired and thin, nearly cadaverous and Gemma was sure she'd never seen her brother looks so miserable before. It broke her heart.

"I know." His voice was low and faint. Nearly a whisper.

"Bub, you're never gonna get better if you don't start taking your meds and finding some closure. You have to let her go, Harry. It's the only way you'll heal."

She sighed, reaching out to place a hand on his bare shoulder. Gemma could feel her brother's body stiffen.

"What the fuck do you mean find closure?! You want me to just throw everything we had away and forget about her, huh? It's that fucking easy, huh?" His green eyes were blood shot and watery and she could tell he was breaking.

"Harry, you'll never fully get over her. But this is draining you. You can't spend the rest of your live dwelling on this. You have to move on." Gemma urged softly.

Harry tugged at his bottom lip and pulled at his hair.

"I almost did. I almost did. She was beautiful. She was lovely. She made me feel things I hadn't felt since Autumn and I just- I was afraid. I pushed her away. I- just, I just don't wanna forget her."

Harry had always been a pretty sentimental person but Gemma could only recall a handful of moments were she'd seen her baby brother cry. When he was six and broke his wrist learning how to skateboard, fifteen when he'd had his first real heart break, at nineteen a year prior when he was finally forced to pull the plug and now a full grown man sobbing violently in the middle of her kitchen.

"C'mere, bub." Gemma reached out, wrapping her arms around his torso and sighing upon feeling his body relax against hers.

"She made me feel happy, sometimes." He choked.

His sister sighed and stroked his hair.

"Then Auttie would approve. She'd want you to be happy."

**** Pippa tortured herself in the weeks that passed. But it was sweet torture. She kept the notebook close to her at all times, reading it when business was slow in the cafe, when she had breaks in between classes, or just for fun when she moped around her flat with nothing to do. His writings were beautiful and heartfelt. She could feel his pain and understand his feelings but what hurt the most of all was the obvious love he had for her. He wrote about her often, the most beautiful things. Sometimes he seemed angry at her or about her but his love and adoration never faultered.

She found pictures, too. She was stunning. Breathtaking in every way, far better looking than she.

Pippa didn't know much about her. She didn't know her name or where she was from. She didn't know if she was dead or alive but what she did know is that is was obvious that Harry was in love with her. She was important to him and Pippa was just a stupid girl who smiled too much. She couldn't compete.

"You better not be eating those scones, Niall!!" Louis shouted as he turned on the expresso machine.

"I'm not I promise!!" Niall replied from the break room.

Pippa made her way to the front counter whilst adjusting her apron with the leather journal tucked under her arm. She slammed it down on the counter with a heavy sigh.

"Take this thing away from me, Lou." She groaned pulling up a stool to sit on.

Louis rolled his eyes as he turned to face his friend. "I told you to stop reading that shit."

Pippa sighed. "I know but I don't know what to do with it. "

He shrugged. "Throw it away or just stop reading it."

"I'll never understand why the good people finish last." She declared breathily as she stared at the journal on the counter.

"Story of my life, Pip. It's a mystery."

Pippa sighed.

"This is stupid. I'm stupid." She blurted and Louis sighed.

"Pip, don't waste your time on this. Are you really gonna let some mentally unstable jerk and his dead if not totally non-existent girlfriend ruin your life?"

"He's a good person, Louis. He just has things to work through. If he happens to stop by, would you give this to him, please? Pippa asked not willing to continue the conversation.

Louis smiled sadly. "Sure thing, Pip."

It was Saturday. Business was lively and Pippa had no classes to attend. It had rained a little but the weather wasn't totally nasty and she decided to take a walk, maybe through the city or to a park. She'd moped for far too long and Louis was right. She wouldn't let Harry steal her joy. She'd steal it back.

Her shift ended in the early afternoon and she sighed happily as she yanked off her apron.

"Do you want to do something later?' Louis asked as he finished wiping down the counter, he too being finished with work for the day.

Pippa smiled. "I kind of want to spend a little to myself if that's okay. I'm going to be alright. I promise."

Louis grinned, happy to see his friend smiling again.

"You will be, love."

Pippa left the cafe feeling a twinge of optimism. She smiled watching the cars go by and tourist rush about. Things would still look up and she hoped that maybe things would look up for Harry to and he would get the help he needed. His well being and happiness was ultimately important to her even if it wasn't with her.

She'd passed the cafe for several blocks when a familiar tune flooded through her ears. She smiled softly and sadly remembering the way his fingers moved across the strings and how frustrated she'd been when she couldn't get in quite right herself. It was a fleeting yet warm memory.

"Pippa!"

It'd been so long since she'd heard his voice and it sounded like honey to her ears. She froze in the middle of the street, her gaze stuck on him as he rushed toward her. His green eyes locked with hers, his face flushed and hair awry as he stopped in front of her.

"Harry. " She breathed.

He ran a hand through his hair.

"Pippa, I-"

"I believe this is yours. You left it, again." She spoke coldly retrieving the leather journal from her bag. She couldn't find it in her heart to throw it away.

Harry slowly took the leather book from her hands, cradling it to his chest. "I didn't mean anything I said. I'm sorry." His voice was low and soft. Pippa smiled softly folding her arms over her chest.

"It's alright, Harry. I'm moving on." She shrugged.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed and he tugged at his bottom lip.

"You read it, yeah?"

She sighed. "Yeah, I did. You need help, Harry. I really hope you get it." Pippa turned on her heel, ready to walk away, ready to turn a new page. He caught hold of her arm.

"Pippa, I care about you. I really do."

They were the words she'd been waiting to hear but they didn't sound the way she'd imagined them.

"I don't know, Harry.I don't want to be second fiddle. I'll never be her. I don't-"

"You're not her. You can never be her but I don't want her. I want you." The gleam in his eyes seemed sincere but Pippa couldn't be sure.

"Harry, I just-"

He took the journal opened it from it's center. Scraps of paper and a polaroid or two sent flying in the wind. He took a page, tore it and watched the paper fly in street. Then another and another. Pippa watched in silence and shock, tears sting the corner of her eyes. It was a freeing moment for Harry, nearly soul cleansing.

"I want to start over. I want to be happy. She's always going to be my first love and it's not going to be easy. I want to start a new chapter but I need your help writing it."

Pippa stared at the torn pages, the scraps of paper now lying in the street. He'd stripped himself bare. All for her. Only for her.

"When can we start?"

[avalentina]

Short Stories Inspired By Harry Styles (and One Direction) Songs

By: Ava Lentina

Author's Note: This is an ongoing series, all of which can and will be able to be read independently from each other.

Another Note: I would love to feature you lovelies in this series, just post your favorite Harry Styles or One Direction song and what name you want me to use for your character using the tag #avaSSIBHSS

Sign of The Times (483 Words)

(Starring Harry and Ava)

Ava just stood there in her finest black dress, watching her brother's casket get lowered into the ground. A hand squeezed hers and she turned to find Harry. Her childhood best friend and long time crush.

"I never did like seeing you cry." He said to her and wiped away a tear.

"Now is not the time, Harry." Ava replied.

"Then when, I miss you, I miss us." He added.

"I miss you too, I miss us too, but right now I need to grieve, my 18 year old brother is getting buried after being fatally shot in a gang fight he had nothing to do with."

"Just remember, I'm here for you."

********

Harry was there for her, and she needed him more than anyone could ever imagine. She needed him as she began her investigation into who exactly killed her brother. She needed him the day she found out, and she needed him as she testified against the guy.

The day of sentencing, they were supposed to meet at the courthouse. But Harry never showed. Ava tapped into the inner strength Harry always swore she had an endless well of, and made it through. But when she left the courthouse, there were people waiting for her.

"Miss Winston, can you confirm the rumors of Harry Style's death?" A journalist asked her.

"I'm sorry, what? I just spoke with Harry this morning," Ava told the journalist and excused herself.

Once safe in the black town car that would return her to her flat, Ava called Harry's number. There was no answer. She immediately gave the driver Harry's address and told him to drop her there.

She got out of the car and let herself in, calling out for Harry as she went. After searching the entire inside, she went out to the garden and found a bleeding, unconscious Harry just lying there, completely still, like deathly still in the grass.

"HARRY!" She screamed and ran to him, using her scarf to try and stop the bleeding, while also calling an ambulance. Ava rode with Harry in the ambulance, he was still alive, but just barely.

Harry was placed into a medically induced coma, where the doctors were able to stabilize him, he was out for a week, but when he did finally open his eyes, there was Ava, sitting by his bedside, her eyes all red, puffy, and bloodshot from all the tears she had shed. But to him she was still the most beautiful woman.

"Harry?" Ava asked after she thought she saw him blink.

"Run away with me, my love." Harry responded and Ava just nodded before kissing him desperately.

"It's time to get away, my love." Ava whispered as they parted before pressing their foreheads together.

And run away they did. To a small island somewhere in the Caribbean, where they lived peacefully and quietly, enjoying their happily ever after.

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Thank you so much for reading Sign Of The Times the first in my SSIBHSS series of blurbs. And don't forget to use the tag #avaSSIBHSS with your favorite song and what name you would like me to use for your character.

Love Ya's

-Ava

[stylesxreads]

HI. I’m back on tumblr and my fingers are ITCHING to write. Send me requests for one shots! I write for Harry Styles, TSITP, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and I’m always open to more!!!

Love you. Mean it.

[evieelyzabethh]

Streamer Jayce definitely seems like a LOL player who’d heavily grinds the game, and would *know* the lore extensively, even better than the devs/writers themselves. And in a world where LOL is the exact same, even with game Viktor and Jayce remaining unchanged, streamer Jayce would also definitely make jokes about himself and modern Viktor related to those game characters

oooh I've sorta been imagining a slightly separate AU where the streamer AU is still modern, but reader and the gang blow up before League of Legends was released their characters and bases the visuals off of them. Jayce and the Machine Herald were both introduced in like 2011/2012, so the slightly less modern streamer AU would take place circa late 00s early 2010s which is silly because that's such a different landscape.

You start out on Youtube, playing the original Minecraft, Sims 1 and 2, Bioshock, the old Resident Evil games and Silent Hill, Jayce playing WoW and LoL, the old Zelda games, Halo, and Assassins Creed. Your aesthetic looks quite different, pink and black foam sound mufflers decorating the back of your space, pink glass beads covering the door behind you, a fluffy pink rug on your floor, PlayBoy throw pillows next to your cheetah print stuffed animals on your hot pink velveteen bed. Don't even get me started on your closet. Juicy tracksuits galore, so many roll over leggings and matching tube tops, sparkly halter tops, low rise jeans, gold and silver hoops, a collection of belly button rings, and so many Chanel heels. You also definitely had one of those bedazzled BlackBerry's.

Viktor is more present in this AU, you both having a separate series on the channel called Multiplayer Monday where you and him film videos playing together. I wouldn't say he fits into the emo-boy look. Think less Rodrick Heffley and more season 1 Spencer Reid with less greasy looking hair. Lots of sweaters, lots of button ups and academic prints like argyle or plaid, lots of beat-up converse, old messenger bags, and comfy oversized jackets. He's still just as sassy, but he really does get into the games. I see his day job being something like an early day's computer scientist who really gets into the craft that goes into coding a game.

You and Jayce only really blow up because shipping culture used to be even more insane than it is now and everyone couldn't wait to see you two together, never mind the very real boyfriend you had. You and Vik still get a lot of attention, but shipping wars definitely break out over who you're going to "end up with". There are so many, fanfics don't get me started. You know how 1D started the "I Got Kidnapped By..." trope, you three definitely started some freaky shit in fanfic spaces. In fact, you really originated Fuck or Die fics, specifically a smutty twist on the Hanahaki disease trope where you have to fuck to prove that you love one of them so they won't die and prove which side of the shipping war was right once and for all. Also, so many Youtube edits of you and Vik to Kesha's, Your Love is My Drug.

Despite not being the greatest at the games he played, Jayce's deep love for the lore eventually got him noticed by Riot, who invite him, you, and Viktor to one of their events and plan a partnership with you three, which is how Jayce and the Machine Herald get introduced into the game. You also get a character, but we all know how well adding female characters to male dominated gaming spaces goes. It would be a completely terrible mischaracterization of who you are and what your channel stands for, your tits would be huge and popping out of your outfit, your waist would be the size of your head, your weapon would be some sort of Cupid's arrow gimmick, and the character would eventually be retired and a piece of lost LoL history. You get a few references made to your character on Valentines Day, though!!

Viktor is more pissed about it than you are, and out of spite, he remodels your character and makes a little platform game for her as a present to you on Valentines Day. It's a really cute small release where you battle a bunch of magical creatures on your adventure to find the Ring of Happiness. While you usually take the wheel when it comes to more creative endeavors like character and world design and story board creation, it's still a very cute game. When you beat the game, you do also receive your own real-life Ring of Happiness.

Besides the little hiccups, Jayce and Viktor think it's very cool to be in a video game. Jayce is definitely the type to main his own character no matter what while Viktor likes a little more variety. The cosplays would also go insane!!! Does Jayce lose his fingerprints with the ungodly number of times he burned himself trying to hot glue his hammer together? Well, yes!!! Does Viktor nearly dye himself with the black body paint he uses? Yes!!! You cosplayed Viktor's version and are the only one who comes out unscathed. From that point on, you leave the cosplaying to the fans and stick to playing the games.

ps. sorry for the lack of my big headcanons. tumblr hates me and wont save my drafts so i literally have no way of writing and posting them :(

[allwaswell16]

[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic Fics by...

- lululawrence -

[1]

Louis turned back to his food, getting his meal ready, and Harry meant to focus on Louis’ notes, he did. But he couldn’t help furtively watching Louis out of the corner of his eye as he hummed to himself, swaying and dancing a little in the kitchen as he finished pulling his lunch together.

He knew he couldn’t have it forever, so Harry did his best to memorize every detail he could. Maybe then, when this arrangement ended and Louis wasn’t around as much, Harry could imagine he still was and he wouldn’t feel lonely.

He suspected that no amount of imagining could ever come close to replacing Louis, though.

[2]

Whoever his soulmate was, Louis hoped they weren’t as bored as he was in that moment. Seriously, if he had to sit through another lecture on how much Mary loved Hamlet he was going to stab himself in the eye just to avoid class next time. He did remember as he watched another blossom slowly come to life that he was supposed to pick up Lottie and take her to dance class, though. He quickly scribbled, “Lotts dance 4,” on his hand so he wouldn’t forget. He wondered what his soulmate thought of that. Louis smiled a bit to himself and then continued to daydream as the vines on his arms grew in size and beauty.

[3]

Harry’s face shifted to something Louis couldn’t read.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah, but I know you deserve to be treated with kindness just like anyone.” Louis cracked a smile. “Besides. I wanted to punch Niall earlier. You were kind to him even when he was being a total ass.”

Harry laughed heartily, and Louis felt butterflies erupt in his chest. It was the first time he’d seen more than a tiny smile out of Harry. He had dimples. They were deep and uneven and beautiful, just like his laugh was a little overloud. It was so distinctly Harry. Louis could tell that even after having known him for just a few hours.

[4]

He walked out, taking a little more note of what surrounded him this time around, but the only thing he recognized was his shirt laying on a chair in the kitchenette. Louis scrubbed his hands through his gross hair before he remembered getting soaked with champagne during the show the night before. That mixed with his sweat and the inordinate amounts of alcohol he was sure he consumed was enough to make Louis seriously crave a shower.

First, though, he had to figure out who he’d woken up in bed with and what the hell was going on with the ring on his finger.

Louis heard a voice that sounded familiar coming from the bedroom. The voice was quiet enough that Louis couldn’t hear what he was saying, but oh God some of the pieces were coming together.

- answers below -

1. Caught In Your Gravity

It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

2. Drawn to You

It had started with Louis getting in trouble for coloring on himself when he hadn’t touched a felt tip pen the entire day. Through the years, the random drawings had evolved and changed. There was a period in sixth form when his soulmate must have gotten shy or something, because the drawings only happened after school hours and in places that others wouldn’t be as likely to see. The inside of his bicep, his thigh. A couple times he even had drawings appear on his ribcage. While he didn’t mind those few years, he did seem somewhat soothed when they began to appear on his left arm again. He’d missed them.

Or that completely self indulgent soulmates au that plays out in not always romantic ways.

3. The World Will Open Its Arms

Harry scrubbed at the countertop. It wasn’t even dirty, but it was three in the morning and the girl who was supposed to relieve him over an hour ago never showed. He was now on hour ten of his shift and his feet hurt and his back ached and he was trying not to cry, thanks to more fucking judgmental alpha truckers who could smell it on him.

Of course they could. He practically lived at the diner. The entire place reeked of it.

Unbonded pregnant omega.

4. Will Love Be There

Louis didn’t care who he had to pay or how much, but he was pretty sure he would give his entire life’s savings and a year’s salary if it meant that whatever was causing someone’s fucking phone to ring would stop.

The person calling must have gone to voicemail, because it stopped ringing and vibrating, but it started up again almost immediately.

“Make it stop,” Louis whined. He lifted his head enough to pull the pillow out from beneath it and smothered his head to dull the sound. “Oh shit, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Just be sure to get out of bed first, please,” a deep, gravelly voice said from right beside Louis.

“Holy fucking shit!” Louis cried in surprise as he shot up in bed.

Or the one where Louis attends a Steve Aoki concert and accidentally ends up with a husband.

[lilystyles]

style.

written by @lilystyles

my masterlist xx & style masterlist

authors note inspired by a dream i had about this boy HAHAHA so filthy but that's just him. (also i'm sorry if ur names emma! if it is it's still cute to be best friends w ur name twin :3) ALSO it's also inspired by style (taylor's version)!

brief description y/n has had a crush on harry since they were kids but he’s off-limits. him being her best friend’s brother and all she has never made a move, knowing emma wouldn’t approve. but lines are blurred one night and she doesn’t know if she can follow the rules like a good girl.

warnings! slight age gap, SMUT (m!receiving, fingering, daddy kink, choking, missionary, doggy) sexual tension, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse. wordcount: [around 11.4k words, also unedited sorry:(]

fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader

* * * * *

Y/n wished she didn’t fancy him. Oh, she wished it so badly.

On every shooting star or eyelash, she had to decide whether she would wish to forget him or for him to finally notice her, it was a constant tug of war between the two.

Honestly, there were so many things going against him. He was completely unavailable to her and she wondered if that’s why she wanted him most. People always say you want what you can’t have. He was older than her by a few years, he was hardly much wiser but liked to act as if he was. 

Or maybe was it just that he was a total prick most of the time, like seriously, so mean? 

She couldn’t pinpoint what exactly attracted her to Harry the most. She knew why others liked him, it was because he was so fucking pretty you just wanted to cry. He was that kind of person. And obviously, she had noticed that slight minor detail. 

She could agree that was one of the many reasons she had a massive crush on him. But she’d known him for years before he was this fuckboy fratboy who wore backward caps with the body of a Greek god and the filthiest mouth you’d ever heard. She knew him before it all. She knew him when he was just her best friend’s goofy older brother, and she’d liked him then too. Before he was smooth and his words had a sting, when he was just this little giggly loud guy.

She thinks to herself often that a piece of her would always belong to him, even if he didn’t know that. She had tried to like other boys, many many times, and though she did like them she didn’t feel even a smidge like how she felt when she saw Harry. The best way for her to describe being with someone who wasn’t Harry was like being in a state of complete darkness, only this dull twinkle of stars without any moon, and then suddenly the sun came up, all these colours painting the sky as it rose. Harry was the sun for her and those boys were just the stars.

Nearly all the time she wished for a distraction from him but that was hard considering he was always around, Y/n saw him every time she went to their house it was like totally unavoidable. They ran into each other at parties even though he was a few years older, it didn’t matter now they that all went to Uni together. She saw him everywhere! Even when she closed her eyes at night.

So tonight when she went out with Emma she was relieved and sad all at once that he wasn’t at the party, it meant she let loose more than she usually did, completely free of the worry of his judgments. She had a few shots but not enough to get her as wasted as Emma was. They danced and sang, and enjoyed themselves. Exams had been stressful and they needed a fun night, they’d spent months cooped up in the library using flashcards and reading the big textbooks. Y/n needed some time away from her laptop screen and desk. She needed to wear a tight dress, get flirted with, have some drinks and relax. She needed to fucking let loose. 

She worked so hard and she was enjoying just forgetting all her worries, Harry included, for a few hours. Sweating and dancing to trashy music was something she had been dreaming of since the start of exam season.

However, the night had taken a slightly sour turn later in the evening when Emma took a few too many tequila shots in a row and spewed down herself, covering her pink dress and shoes and some of Y/n’s shoes too, in sick. She wished she could say this wasn’t a recurring thing but Emma always took it a little too hard on nights out especially when her brooding older brother wasn’t there to help team with Y/n and wrangle her home.

It wasn’t too late probably only midnight, which usually meant they were only just getting started on their drunken shenanigans. But Y/n had to admit she was okay with going home, home being Emma’s place she was roommates with Harry, they were fairly close siblings and their parents felt better knowing they were together. Y/n desperately wanted some water, maybe a snack and to lie down in Emma’s comfortable bed.

As she was trying to find an Uber during the busiest time and hold Emma up from collapsing onto the floor a familiar Irish voice filled Y/n’s ears. She snapped her head around. Oh, thank god.

“Babe! Where are you two off to?” 

Y/n turned, “Niall! Hey, we are going home. Emma isn’t feeling too well.”

Y/n had managed to clean most of the spew off in one of the bathrooms at the Uni share house the party was being thrown at, but Emma was all wet from being wiped down and Y/n knew she needed to get her home like now. She was fading and needed her bed and a bottle of water in her, she wasn’t particularly worried but she would feel better if Harry was with her in case something happened.

“D’ya want a lift? I haven’t drunk anything I’m on my way to Paddy’s place,” He said. He looked very sober.

Paddy was his most recent fling. 

“You are a gem, I could kiss you!” Y/n said squeezing his bicep in thanks.

Y/n was eternally grateful for him being her saviour, she slid Emma into the backseat and clipped her into the seatbelt, brushing the hair from her eyes. Even with sick all over she was still pretty, Y/n envied that the Styles family had such good genes it was ridiculous. They always looked gorgeous, Anne had created three beautiful children.

Niall knew where to go since he was friends with Harry too and Emma and Y/n of course.

Y/n kept checking through the mirror to make sure she was okay and when she saw the familiar home she sighed in relief at the sight. It was this fairly small duplex but their neighbours were nice and the house was one of Harry’s parent’s properties. So they had it pretty good for Uni students. Y/n was living in a big share-house with a bunch of other people. She wished she was this lucky.

She grabbed all their purses, jackets and keys before she kissed Niall on the cheek in thanks. 

“Love you, Babe. Have fun with Paddy!” She winked, knowing Niall really liked this new guy.

Niall blushed a nice rosy colour. “Need any help getting her in?” He asked diverting the conversation.

Y/n shook her head and the two girls stumbled to the front door. Emma was slightly more awake now, her arms slinging around Y/n’s shoulders making the straps of her dress fall as Y/n hunted for the keys in Emma’s little clutch. Y/n had a key to their house for emergencies and she knew where they hid a spare, but she wasn’t going to hunt around in the dark for it.

The door opened before she found them in the clutch which had ten lipsticks that she was rummaging through.

His eyes were so green she felt like they were glowing in the dark. He didn’t say anything he just grabbed Emma and helped her inside. Whispering something to her kindly as Y/n made her way inside behind them. She toed her shoes off before she entered, not wanting to bring Emma’s sick in any more than it already would be. 

Y/n sighed shutting the door behind her as she placed all their things in Emma’s room down the hall. Harry had put her on the bed and was taking her heels off for her. He was a good brother. He was protective over both his sisters even though Gemma was the oldest.

“She always goes to fucking far,” He muttered more to himself than Y/n. Who was finding Emma’s sleep clothes in her bedside drawers, knowing she couldn’t sleep in the sick-covered ones. 

He didn’t sound annoyed at her or angry, just worried. He was a prick sure, but he cared about his family and friends. His small circle is what mattered most to him. Y/n knew his gruff and broody presence was the exterior of a very gentle soul. When he was at home drinking tea in pyjamas that was the real Harry, not some douchebag.

But she knew that he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker and a lot of people would warn you of him. But Y/n didn’t think that was the real him.

Y/n nodded in agreement, tiredly pushing the hair from her eyes she wanted to tie it up it was sweaty from dancing. 

“It’s okay, Niall helped me,” Y/n spoke softly as he stood up from the floor where he’d sat to take her shoes off. He was so much taller than Y/n, his face finally looking at hers now. She felt heat prickle up her back, and the hairs stand on her neck. 

He had such an intense stare.

“I knew I should’ve come,” He said. “I worry when you two are alone.”

Two? She thought. He’d never really shown much protectiveness on his end over her, except when guys were being gross at bars or parties. Then he would give them a stern look and tell them to fuck off. But he did that for anyone, Y/n knew that she wasn’t special. She always felt like Emma was his priority always and he didn’t care what she did as long as Y/n got Emma home safe.

It was almost like he could hear her thoughts. “I don’t like when either of you go without me. The stories Emma has told me about what they say to you Y/n, makes me feel sick honestly.”

She despised the way her stomach flipped. She was about to say that she managed okay without him. But his hand slid onto her shoulder pulling the little spaghetti strap back up over her shoulder. 

She felt breathless but tried to snap back into her usual self. Feeling more pink than usual, Harry always seemed to have that effect on her.

“I- do your frat friends know how much of a softie you are deep down? Be careful now, Styles, I might go around telling them how nice you secretly are. Ruin that scary reputation of yours.”

He smirked in amusement, Y/n had this ability to melt away that hard shell, stripping him bare to his true self. He hated and loved it all at once, he felt like she saw right through him. Even when people said mean things about him, Y/n never wavered and sometimes even defended him. The only thing she didn’t approve of was his restlessness towards women. He felt one was never enough, and was quite open about that with his hookups. Maybe he just didn’t have the right one.

He left after that so Y/n could get Emma ready for bed. He was pottering about in the kitchen and making tea, she assumed. That was his late-night ritual usually.

Y/n shook Emma awake enough so she could help Y/n a little to get her into some pyjamas. She even got her make-up wipes out and removed all the makeup on Emma’s face and tucked her into bed.

Y/n sighed tiredly at the effort of it all and felt sobered up almost completely now. Emma had the downstairs bathroom to herself usually, it was very clean in there. Y/n decided to take a shower and wash the sick smell off her skin and the sweat from the clubs and the dirty Uni sharehouse. 

She washed her hair, face and body. Emma had a lot of really sweet expensive-smelling products, but Y/n had her own little section for when she stayed over. It was all coconut-scented. She felt herself begin to droop in fatigue when she finished cleaning herself. She got the last of the makeup the water hadn’t washed off and changed into a random shirt from Emma’s drawer and some fresh knickers from Y/n’s things she’d left here.

Y/n was here more than she was at her own house. Emma always said she’d kick Harry out and let Y/n take his place, but Y/n knew the siblings actually got on rather well. When Y/n was dressed for sleep she blow-dried her hair on the lowest setting so she wouldn’t wake Emma up, but Emma could probably sleep through an earthquake she was a really deep sleeper. Then she plugged both their phones in and slid in beside Emma tiredly. She shut her eyes and turned off the fairy lights Emma had kept on, ready to lull off.

Y/n had been friends with Emma since they were little they’d all grown up together in Holmes Chapel and it was the kind of place you were just friends with everyone because it was so small but Y/n had always been closest with the Styles family. They lived down the street from each other and Emma and Y/n were never seen without each other. So Harry was used to having Y/n around a lot too. 

Growing up he had to make sure nothing happened to them, he was in charge but it was usually Emma giving him trouble Y/n was always a sweetheart, but she had a quick mouth with one-liners that almost knocked him over. He liked that about her, she was sweet but could challenge him feistily without much thought. He’d met his match when it came to arguments.

Often when the parents went away Y/n would be over and Gemma and Harry would have to make sure neither of them got up to anything wild. But it was usually just a sleepover that consisted of them laughing until dawn. Harry was a much lighter sleeper so he would always tell them to shut up. 

Harry woke up to the sound of a pin dropping rooms away, he didn’t know how his sister could snore like a freight train and sleep through herself. He also didn’t know how Y/n could share a bed with her. Sometimes he’d get up in the middle of the night for a wee or some water and would find Y/n on the couch with a pillow over her face trying to block out the noise of Emma’s snoring. 

So when he heard Y/n roaming about in the kitchen (he knew it was her because he could still hear Emma snoring) he pretended to need some water, wanting to see her. It was probably around 3 AM but he had been unable to sleep. And they hadn’t talked much when she got home. He had wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but he knew better. She had worn a dress that hugged all her features, it was black and simple. Hair done naturally, and makeup that was subtle but just made her that tiny bit more pretty. She always looked pretty though.

He came down the stairs from his room and walked into the kitchen. Y/n was using the fridge as a light to find things. She was making tea by the looks of things. She found some of the chamomile that she used every night, in turn, Harry added it to the weekly grocery list in case she slept the night there, and hadn’t heard him creep downstairs. 

She was in a big baggy dusty blue shirt that Harry actually thought was one Emma had stolen from him, and a pair of soft pink cotton knickers that were very small. Socks covered her feet making her practically silent. He stepped closer into the kitchen waiting for her to turn around and notice him. 

She was trying to be very quiet in every step, knowing Harry was a very light sleeper, and not wanting to wake him. When she finally did look over her shoulder her body jolted in fright dropping the box of teabags onto the floor and a hand falling to her chest. 

“Jesus, H.” She whispered, raspily. 

He let out a breathy laugh. “Sorry, Lovie.”

She squinted in the dark trying to see him. His hair looked messy like he’d been sleeping and he was just in some boxers as PJs. He ran hot in the night.

“Did I wake you?” She asked a guilty look crossing her face. Her eyes softened as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘Aven’t been sleeping well.”

She frowned, not liking the sound of that. She didn’t know why she cared, but she did. “Do you want a tea?”

He smiled, dimples showing. “Yes please.”

She brewed two as he whispered the truth about why he didn’t come out with them tonight. He was originally supposed to, and honestly, she had been slightly disappointed about it. Knowing she’d have to handle Emma alone.

But he told her why, in a soft hushed voice. A few guys in his friendship group had said some really mean things to Harry. Not realising he would feel them so deeply, she thought, they must think he was as mean as he seems. He told the story like he wasn’t phased by the mean comments, but Y/n could tell they had gotten to him. She knew better than his cold stone face.

“Alex said ‘I was a homewrecking prick and womanizer’.” He explained when Y/n asked what the boys had said about him. He heard a hint of protectiveness in her voice when she asked with a pinched face, and he felt a tug in his lower tummy. Why did she care?

Y/n looked up from the mugs at him. The dim lighting of the fridge meant she could only see the outline of his body and the shadows of his features. She saw a glimpse of his eyes, and she could see the look in his eyes. He believed them, he believed those comments. They were glassy with discontentment.

Her eyebrows were pinched in empathy, and she was about to speak but he cut her off. “I know I’m a total prick sometimes, but—”

She interrupted him, “—You are a prick sometimes, but people who really know you know what you're like.” She tried to reason with him. Because she wasn’t going to deny sometimes he would be just plain rude to her, and to others as well. But she also knew he did a lot of nice things too. He had a hard exterior and shied off people easily, if you didn’t know him well he would seem rude. But all his close friends and family knew that he was just standoffish with new people. And loved to tease, and was brutally honest, which Y/n had to admit sometimes that hurt more than the teasing comments. 

But he did nice things. Wonderful things, that he went out of his way to do. Like helped his sister when she was drunk, drove people home so they wouldn’t have to walk in the dark after parties, picked Y/n up from the library at midnight if she was too scared to walk home, bought chamomile tea in case Y/n spent the night, made enough dinner in case Y/n was hungry, visited the girls when they were studying with snacks and coffee, and he even helped sometimes if they were confused on work. He called his Mum every day without fail and sent his Grandma photos of birds when he saw them. 

He baked a new type of cookie recipe every Sunday and gave it to his friends. He adopted stray cats and played Scrabble with his grandparents every few weekends.

Yes, he was a prick, he said mean things and made fun of Y/n when she went on dates with idiots, and he called her names, filthy ones. And sometimes he would barely acknowledge her. But she knew there was a different reason for that, something she didn’t understand. Something between just the two of them. She thought maybe it was just a way for him to protect his sensitive side from people. From her too, hide himself away.

And yes, he did have sex with lots of people, but he did always tell people the truth before getting involved with anyone. He was honest, and open when it came to his boundaries. Y/n thought that was better than lying and acting like you wanted a relationship just so you can fuck someone. She wasn’t saying she approved of Harry’s constant line of girls coming over, maybe that was her jealousy talking, but she wasn’t going to judge him for doing what lots of people did and owning that he did it. He would never kiss and tell, he was respectful and clear with his intentions. What more could you ask of a fuck buddy or one-night stand? If you wanted a good shag no strings attached Harry was your guy, and surely most people knew from the rumours? She just didn’t understand why people put themself in that position if they knew what they were getting into with him.

He wasn’t a devious person who hid behind a mask of fake sincerity to get in your pants. He was blunt, he asked if you wanted to fuck and if you didn’t that was fine. He wasn’t picky with it either he just liked to have a good time.

She felt differently about being with a person. She usually only wanted to be with someone she had an emotional connection with. But she had a smaller level of experience than Harry, so she thought that maybe she was coming from the point of view of a less experienced person. But the point remained, Harry had his flaws, like anyone but he was good at his core. His intentions remained good. No one is perfect, and she knew Harry was far from it but so was everyone she knew!

She knew her flaws too. Flaws made people human. And she appreciated him despite it all.

“And what is that?” He was standing closer now and she felt suddenly very aware of the fact she was only in knickers and a shirt her nipples could be seen through. The way he was staring her down made her aware of her appearance, he looked almost hungry.

“Well as someone who’s known you for as long as I can remember. You’re kind, honest, open, and a good person with a rotten mouth.” She looked away from him as she spoke, flushed by his close presence. She tried not to stumble on her words but was struggling and honestly felt her hands tremble when she felt his breath hit her neck.

“Kind?” He scoffed eyes trained on her face, it was free of makeup. Her lips looked pouty and her eyes droopy in tiredness. She looked perfect. She always did. Even that one week during the bleak middle of winter when she had been sick as a dog; red nose, glassy eyes, snotty and nasally, hair unwashed, skin red, she’d looked beautiful.

“Harry,” She said his name meaning she was serious, she usually called him anything but, “these fucking friends of yours clearly don’t see you like we do.”

“We?”

She leaned back against the drawers sighing, “We. Me, Emma, Niall, Gem, Anne. People who know you, people who love you.”

“You love me?” He teased. 

She rolled her eyes. Of course, that’s what he got from that. He was so annoying.  

“You’re alright.” She replied, they both knew she did, handing him the tea. He said a quiet thanks.

He placed it back down, where Y/n was letting hers cool. The face she had made smile only seconds prior melted back to a stoic look, more serious.

He hugged her and Y/n was surprised, but she wrapped her arms around him. He pulled back when he started to get intoxicated on her sweet scent, her skin smelt edible and her hair was soft against his cheek.

“I’m sorry if I’m a prick to you.”

Y/n didn’t mean to but she laughed. A giggle bubbled from her tummy out of her mouth her as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What?” He said, fighting back the smile that threatened to tug on his lips. It was contagious. He was trying to keep his attention very far from her chest.

She didn’t know what made her say it but, but she told him the truth. “I like it. It's like a game we have. A Harry and Y/n one. I tease you, you tease me. You act like I don’t exist most of the time and I act like I don’t care. You’re mean to me and I let you be.”

Hearing her say it out loud was kind of like being winded. It had always been their game, a game neither mentioned, some sort of unspoken thing they shared. 

She could tell he was kind of speechless. 

“I don’t know why I let you.” Now that was a lie. She was trying to backtrack. 

“I do.” He said stepping closer. His bare legs were pressing into hers. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to tell her. But he didn’t.

“You gonna tell me?” She said quietly, eyes widely looking up into his, as his hands rested on either side of her on the bench. He leaned in closely. So they were eye to eye.

She was trapped in his arms and had nowhere to look but at him, she squirmed under his smouldering eyes.

“You know why too.”

She didn’t speak. What did any of this mean? She had waited a long time to hear him apologise for being a dick to her, and he just did and she’d told him that she liked him treating her that way. What she meant was, that she liked him, she let him treat her that way because for Harry she would do anything. She didn’t care if that made her pathetic, at least she knew it was, at least she could admit it. I mean, wouldn’t you let him treat you like shit under his shoe if it meant he was at least looking at you with those gorgeous eyes? Could hardly blame the girl.

“Why did you have to meet Emma before you met me?” He almost whined with a soft scoff. As if complaining at fate’s hands for dealing them these cards.

She felt her heart rate speed up. 

“What do you mean?” She asked, playing dumb. He was talking so much and she was practically drunk on his sultry voice. It was so deep and she just wanted to hold onto the sound forever and feel it melt into her spine like it was now, and listen when she wanted to sink into a state of lust.

He lifted one of his arms and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Then she’d be the one who has to follow my rules, and stay away from you. I could be the one in control. Have you all to myself. No sharing.”

Y/n licked her drying lips, as she processed his words. He wanted her all to himself? “Wait, wait, she has a rule to stay away from me?”

Y/n knew Emma didn’t like it when her friends slept with Harry, it was just weird and they would always complain about how mean he was after, or even try and talk about how good he was in bed. She just didn’t like her friends dating or having anything to do with Harry period. But she assumed it was different for Y/n since she knew Harry pretty well and would consider him someone in her close circle. Even if he did ignore her a lot. She assumed she was fine with Harry and Y/n at least being friends. Y/n had bottled all her feelings away for years, she didn’t think that would ever change. Even if Harry liked her back, she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship.

“You’re her friend, not mine.” He said, mocking Emma’s tone, making his voice all squeaky and high-pitched.

Y/n frowned. Emma had always been weird about this. She could understand to some extent, but sometimes Y/n wished she could just have a normal conversation with Harry. “Why can’t we be friends? I’ve known you my whole life, and haven’t slept with you. I think I should be allowed to have a conversation with you. I think I can handle that without pulling my pants down.”

Harry’s lips kicked up in a smirk, “You aren’t wearin’ any pants.”

“Oh shut up.” She replied cheeks bleeding pink.

“She trusts you.” Harry said trying to make Y/n feel better, “She just doesn’t trust me.”

Y/n smiled at that, trying to lighten the mood once again. “Who would? I mean this with respect, but you are a bit of a slut.” Her hand came up to play with the cross on his neck.

He giggled, “I simply enjoy myself openly. You should try, Y/n, it’s fun bein’ bad.”

She felt her cheeks warm further, “I can be bad,” Y/n argued but it was no use.

“Oh thas’ such a lie, Baby.” He laughed at her statement rolling his eyes, and Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the nickname. He’d never called her that before and it brought a rose colour to her cheeks that Harry adored on her. She was so easy to make nervous. But he didn’t think anyone was as good at it as he was.

“It’s not,” She pouted. 

He cocked his head in challenge. “Name one naughty thing you’ve done then. Bet y’cant.”

She tried to think, that growing up she was relatively good and even now she hardly participated in much other than seeing Emma or Niall and studying. But she felt this urge to impress him, make him proud almost. Or at least shock him.

“I stole a lolly once.”

Harry found a smile slipping onto his face, he’d always seen Y/n as a fairly innocent person. And she was, for the most part. Soft and sweet in real life, like a bunny or puppy. So soft, and you just want to pick her up and put her in your arms and tell her how cute she is. But she had some mischievousness to her, like all people. Something buried underneath her innocent aura, Harry thought of that side of her often pondering what she was like when she wasn’t hiding and she’d been cracked open raw and teased beyond return.

“Oh yeah? Anything else?”

She tried to think of what would shock him but she fell flat. Until—but no she couldn’t say that, it way was too personal. 

“I can see you thinking very hard, c’mon tell me.” He whispered. Y/n shut her eyes. His voice sent shivers down her spine.

Fuck it. It was like she had no control over her mouth, the filth just slipped right out of her pouty lips. She wanted to blame the alcohol, but it was probably just his voice that had her feeling intoxicated.

“Sometimes when I touch myself I think of you.”

Harry practically froze, his lips opening to show he was indeed very surprised to hear that. There was a beat and Y/n didn’t know if she regretted it or not. She was about to tell him it was a joke and run for her life. Change her name, and move to Mexico. Her Duolingo lessons weren’t going to be enough to get by, she’d have to start really learning how to speak properly now.

Until. 

“What do you think about, Y/n?”

She felt herself getting hot, she’d really fucked herself here. He would never let this go. Call it the tequila but Y/n wasn’t lying. Truthfully the only thing that got her off was Harry, she couldn’t cum unless his green eyes flashed in her vision. Which she did feel bad about like she was a pervert. But believe that she’d tried to think of others, or watching porn. But she could only ever think of him. Otherwise, it wasn’t as good, and she didn’t get the release she was chasing.

“A lot of filthy things, H.”

He bit his lip, “Like what?”

He could sense her getting shy once more as she crossed her arms and looked at her feet, cheeks all pink and pinchable. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Baby, whatever you’ve touched your lil’ clit too I’ve probably stroked m’cock too.”

Y/n was surprised, head snapping up at his words, and though he was normally very honest even he seemed a bit more nervous to admit it. He was just as bad as her. And he had such a filthy mouth, but that was not a surprise to her. She was just surprised he thought of her, she never saw herself as particularly desirable. She always imagined Harry to like those people who look good running in slow motion.

It took a lot of courage as she began to speak. “I usually think about you…fucking my throat, using my mouth however you like. I like the idea of those hands pulling on m’hair.”

Harry felt his pants twitch. His expression and dark eyes egged her on to continue. He didn’t know she was such a little minx. He’d always imagine her to like soft, gentle caresses. Which wouldn’t have bothered him, though he was fairly kinky, but he would’ve done whatever she liked.

She didn’t know if he would like this but she felt brave, “Like the idea of calling you Daddy….Want to be good f’you, Daddy.”

That’s what made Harry unable to keep his hands by his sides. He grabbed her face forcing her to look into his eyes. 

“Wanna be good?”

She nodded coyly, eyes wide. His hands were warm and she practically melted into them.

“Sleep upstairs tonight then.” He didn’t ask her, he simply instructed her. And who was she to say no? 

She nodded once again and he patted her lower back as if to say off you go then. She listened and walked slowly in front of him. She felt his presence close by, the sweet citrus and woodsy scent that followed him was right by her nose and she could hear his slow calm breaths.

Her beating heart was thumping against her chest and she wondered how it didn’t fill the quiet house (besides Emma’s window-rattling snores).

He noticed her shaky and anxious energy and his hand slipped onto her waist. “I jus’ wanna hear about y’dreams somewhere comfier, Petal, if thas’ all yeh’ want that’s all we’ll do. Plus I’m saving y’from m’lumpy couch.”

She couldn’t complain about that. 

As they walked inside she was welcomed to the scent of Harry, she’d only been in Harry’s room a few times, but never properly. He ushered her to the bed and she sat down tucking her knees to her chest and resting her chin. Examining the walls of famous singers and art that covered it. In the corner by his desk where the only source of light in his room was a glowing lamp, other than some fairy lights above his bed, was a little picture wall.

In the mess of polaroids and film, she saw one of Y/n, Emma and Harry when the two girls had graduated school. He was between them arms around their shoulders and looking to his left at Y/n who was laughing happily with Emma at Gemma who made some joke about something. Y/n knew the picture instantly because it was one of her favourites of him.

“What else, Baby?” He said softly sitting in front of her, interrupting her thoughts of that day when he’d driven home to visit them for it, and looked over to see him leaning against the headboard, arms interlocked behind his head. 

“You go.” She said, which made Harry laugh.

“I’m pretty filthy Honey, you know me. I don’t know if it’ll be something you like.”

She looked at him stubbornly. “Try me.”

He shut his eyes and only now did she see he was nervous too, “I often find myself thinking about you on your tummy, underneath me, letting me stuff you full while my hands pin yours to your back so that you’re at my mercy.”

She liked that, her tummy twisted in yerning. “I’d like you to be in charge. Help me forget.”

He was looking at her like she was the sweetest most edible thing. “Can I kiss you?”

She nodded and he placed his hands in her hair, kissing her softly at first just a whisper of a touch of two mouths moulding into one. She leaned in further into the warmth of him and hugged her arms around his broad shoulders as the kiss began to deepen, he tasted like a hint of beer and minty toothpaste. Her chest burned with what only could be described as Harry. 

He moaned into her mouth softly, sighing at the taste of her sweet tea-soaked lips. The warmth of her curves pressing into him was comforting, and though he had a desire to completely ruin her until she was crying his name, he liked taking it slow and enjoying this first kiss with her. Exploring her mouth, teasing his tongue against hers, and soft hands roaming up and down her back. 

He rubbed her back under the soft shirt, no bra strap blocking his gentle scratches. She arched into his touch.

After all, he’d been dreaming of it for years and he wanted to take his time, even though he was crazy for her and felt this deep animalistic desire, he was gentle with her. Like she could break if he was too rough.

The kiss began to pick up as she slid into his lap, and he encouraged her to rub against his bare thigh. She ground against his tiger tattoo and he could feel the wetness between her thighs leaking onto him already. She moved slowly and uncertainly, his hands moved from her shoulders down to her hips forcefully moving her against him creating friction that made her create a soft whiney noise in the back of her throat. He swallowed the sounds eagerly.

He pulled his lips away breathlessly and dragged his mouth down the column of her throat, kissing sucking and biting wherever he could. Her skin was soft and she smelt like coconuts and something that was just her. He would’ve eaten her whole if he could. She let out soft breaths and sighs, her hips had stopped moving — too distracted by his magical lips. 

He stopped to look at her. Really looking.

Her lips were more red, almost like she’d been nibbling on them, and they were all swollen from his kissing. Her cheeks were dusted in a warm pink. Eyes wild and doe-eyed looking up at him. She was picturesque. He wanted to remember her like this forever and be able to come back to this moment at any time. He soaked it in, hoping to remember.

“You seriously are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” He said softly running his big hands through her messy hair. His rings were cool on her skin.

“Harry, don’t.” She said bringing her hands to cover her blushing face.

He sighed. “I’m sorry for not telling you every second of every day.”

“Don’t lie, H. I’ve seen the girls you fancy.”

“Only ever fancied you.” He said his hands grabbing hers and moving them away she looked at him, shocked. “Only ever look for your face in a crowd, Baby.”

She didn’t know what to say so she kissed him and he moaned softly when she rubbed herself against him. He was getting harder and harder with each movement until eventually she stopped and moved away. 

“Can I suck you off?” She asked, and the filth was shocking to hear from her soft voice and lips.

He nodded hand stroking her cheek. “Yeah, ‘course.”

She moved down to her tummy between his thighs and looked up at him. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” She whispered. 

He laughed softly, there she was, there was his Y/n. “Thas’ okay, Love, I’ll teach you.”

She slid her hand up his thigh and her fingers found their way into the waistband of his boxers and began to tug them down when he gave her a nod of approval. His stiff dick sprung out against his tummy, and he was completely naked for her. The head of his cock was oozing precum and it dripped down to his balls. Even his dick was pretty. Which she should’ve expected.

It had a blush-coloured tip similar to the shade of his lips, he was veiny and long. So long that he reached his belly button. He was girthy too and as she moved her hand to wrap around it, he hissed at the contact, and she almost dropped her jaw at the fact her fingers weren’t touching. He smirked down at her.

Her reaction was boosting his ego in just the right way.

“You alright down there, Petal?”

She nodded, her lips grazing against his now throbbing cock. He ached for her. The sight of the swell of her ass and plush thighs was making him very needy. 

And to the surprise of them both she pursed her lips and spat down onto his dick. She was basically drooling all over him, it leaked down over the length of him coating his prick and he practically whimpered at the sight — it was one of his dreams. She then took him into her mouth and began to suck and lick, slowly taking him deeper and deeper. 

His hands had slipped into her hair holding it back from her face and he was letting out loud gravelly moans and sighs of pleasure. He was trying to stop his hips from rolling up into her throat. Her mouth was so deliciously warm and tight against him, he felt like a man deprived of water near a watering hole. Her tongue glided around swirling and sucking and teasing the tip of him. When she began to fondle his balls as well, gently massaging them, he let out a particularly loud whiney noise. She popped out off of him. 

“Shh, don’t wanna wake Emma up.” She said before dripping another trickle of spit onto him and continuing her fast and merciless pace on him. 

“Can’t help it, when you take me like that. S’fucking good.” He said, as his hips jutted into her throat roughly, without realising. “Shit, fuck, sorry,” He said hearing her throat gag on him.

She just went deeper onto him, until her nose was tickled by the snail trail on his tummy. Pulling back when all her breath had gone. She hardly needed to be taught.

She took deep breaths of air and stroked him slowly in her hand, he was panting at her touch. 

“You can use my throat however y’like, Daddy.” She said, voice all raw from his cock having stuffed it just seconds ago, before going back down onto him.

“Just tap m’leg if you need me to stop,” He said and she nodded making a noise around him. His hands pulled her hair up away from her eyes. “sucha’ good fuckin’ girl.” He said pushing her head down once more. Again and again, until he was close to cumming. Which had happened fast, and he didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed.

His balls ached for release and her teasing little hands that twisted and stroked him, along with her tongue, had him so loud he’d taken to biting his lip in an attempt to keep his sounds from slipping out. He pulled her off him stroking her cheek gently, swiping some tears away. Her eyes had begun to leak with tears from how deep she was taking him, and it made him throb.

“Gonna’ cum soon, Baby.”

She nodded. “Let me have it please, want your cum. Want it all.”

He stuffed her mouth once more at her words, rutting into her throat until she was gagging and coughing around him. His eyes squeezed shut, “Oh fuck, cummin’,” he hissed. Opening his eyes to watch the sight below him.

Her eyes looked up at him, and that’s what sent him over the edge. With one last thrust, he was cumming, hard, so hard his eyes saw white spots and he shuddered into her. She pulled back coughing, she’d swallowed as much as she could but some of it made its way out and dribbled down her chin. She swiped the rest with her thumb and licked it up.

She was just perfect.

He pulled her up by her chin and kissed her. 

“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He kissed her again before asking her, “Let Daddy take care of ya’ now, is that what y’want sweet girl?”

She nodded. “Yes please.”

“Good girl. So polite.” He said kissing her forehead. His hand slipped into her underwear circling her clit, which was slick with arousal. “So wet for me.”

She sighed leaning closer to his shoulder, pressing her forehead into him to cover her whines. He started to circle her clit faster, and her hips squirmed against his hand he then started teasing her weeping hole. She moaned deliciously into his neck. Felt so good.

“Come rest against me, my love.” She shifted her body at his command and turned to face away from him. Pushing her back into his chest, her bum tucked right against his stiffy. His legs spread open for her to sit in front of him and he grabbed the waistband of her undies pushing her undies down and she threw them to the side with her ankle. She leaned into his shoulder head tipped back and he watched from over her shoulder. Just like the rest of her, her pussy was beautiful. It was glistening in slick and begging for his attention. Beautiful and spread for him like a flower, her swollen bud was puffy and eager to be sucked, licked, and teased.

His hand slipped past her tummy and began to rub her softly coating his finger in her slick, preparing her for him to slip his fingers in. She sighed breathlessly. 

“Please, Daddy.” She whispered which made his cock twitch from behind her, she felt against her back.

He slowly slipped one in and her mouth opened but no sound came out until he was all the way inside, knuckle deep, which made her let out a broken cry. “Oh fuck, Harry.”

He began to thrust and curl his finger, moving faster and faster. Her tight pussy clamped down onto him, pulsing every few seconds, as she cried out softly into the room. Her cheeks bloomed with warmth and her body squirmed in pleasure as his other hand kept her legs spread for him. His thumb drew lazy circles on her puffy clit which had her pussy leaking even more onto his finger.

“Like when Daddy takes you like this?”

She nodded. “Mm.”

“Say it, Baby, tell me you like it.”

“I lov-love it when you take me like this.” Her voice was so soft and airy.

He began kissing her neck and shoulder, sucking a mark near her ear. She was too distracted to care about it leaving a mark tomorrow. “My pretty Baby, likes when I tease her little pussy?”

She made a whiney noise and her legs twitched almost shutting.

“So sensitive f’me.”

He slipped another finger inside her and she dripped out even more onto him, crying out softly into the hand she’d brought to her mouth, her slick trickled down her thighs too now and he didn’t slow his movements only went harder and faster into her. Loving the way she melted into his touch.

“Gunna’ cum for Daddy?”

She nodded biting her lip. “‘Feels so good. I’m goin’ ta’ cum soon, Daddy.”

He kept going kissing her skin and massaging her thighs and breasts and eventually her legs shook hard, and shut on his hand and she cried out and pulsed rapidly around his fingers, and he could only imagine how good he’d feel with her cumming on his cock like that. She looked so beautiful he felt like he might cum then and there on her back without having even touched himself. As the peak of her orgasm washed over her he slid his fingers out of her and brought them to her lips, giving her just the middle finger.

“Suck,” He told her.

She obeyed sucking dazedly still trying to calm down from her orgasm, when he pulled it out he brought the other one to his lips.

“Mm.” He said softly, she tasted tangy and sweet. 

She took some deep breaths as he held her close. “Thank you.” She whispered softly, shutting her eyes and catching her breath, she can’t remember the last time she came like that. So hard that she felt it in her entire body, so hard she saw stars and couldn’t contain her noises.

“Sucha’ good girl, you’re welcome my sweet girl.” She turned her head to the side and kissed him, very softly and slowly. Nothing feverish and rushed like their previous actions and his hands massaged her bare hips, kneading her plush flesh contently. God, she was just so soft, so warm, so wet, and so perfect. It was like he’d dreamt but better, if that was even possible. He was drunk on her touch.

When she pulled away she looked up at him. “I want your cock, please, I need it.” Her little pleads made his balls ache, and he wouldn’t have to be asked twice by her.

“Okay, Baby.” He said running a hand through his hair. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it aside, completely bare, so perfect to him. Her nipples harden at the cool air, and her skin pimpled. Her body was perfect, every scar, mole, mark, and spot he’d have happily kissed and run his over for hours if she’d allow it.

He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it down in the middle of the bed right in front of her. “Why don’t you lie on your tummy f’me, Petal? Rest on the pillow.”

She nodded and put her hips in line with the pillow, her bum sticking in the air ready for him. His hands rubbed her softly, her skin was so smooth under his hands and he wanted to sink his teeth into her plush flesh. She was so fucking perfect, and the way their bodies knew exactly what to do to the other was just magic like they were made for one another. Just like a pair of contrasting colours splashed on a canvas together, it just worked.

“One sec,” He said leaning over to his bedside table pulling out a condom and ripping it open. He slid it over his leaking prick that was already standing tall at the sound of Y/n’s soft moans and perfect, wet, pussy that was waiting to be stuffed full of him. 

Before he slid himself inside her she turned to look over her shoulder. “I ‘aven’t in a while. Be gentle please, Harry.”

He kissed her forehead, “‘Course, Gorgeous.”

He held her hand in his reassuringly as he slowly dipped the tip inside of her, feeling her begin to stretch for him. She was tight, from nerves and the fact he was just so fucking large. She wasn’t nervous because of anything being wrong, she just wanted Harry to like her. She didn’t know how, but he had this incredible talent of making her nervous always. He was just so much more experienced, older, and had much more sex than her. She just worried she wouldn’t be up to his standards.

But when he began to coo her gently and rubbed her back and bum with his hands to relax her, she began to feel less nervous. Harry, though a prick with a filthy mouth and a bit of an attitude problem, would never want anything bad to happen to her and liked her for who she was, as she was. They’d been around each other for years after all, and with that sort of time, you just understand each other. He was a mean prick who had sex with just about anyone and she was a naive good girl who strayed from any attention. But they could still appreciate their differences. She was pleasantly surprised at how well their bodies understood each other too. His cock was the perfect fit for her, and she melted into the pain.

Her thoughts of nervousness were lost when he had stuffed her completely full of him, she could feel the tip of him teasing that spot inside her that she could only ever reach with toys, she let out a whimper. “Fuck, Harry.”

It was millions of times better than anything she’d ever experienced.

He hissed throwing his head back, feeling her stretch around him. “So tight, Love.”

He began to move, keeping true to his word, slow and gentle thrusts. Remaining as shallow with his movements as someone could with a cock that big.

Y/n’s eyes watered in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her hand flew back again to grab his wrist. “S’big, Daddy.”

He moaned at the name, it was just so fucking cute coming from her. He wanted to take care of her when she acted all needy like that, “Yeah? Feels big inside your little pussy, doesn’t it?”

God, he was filthy, he made her stomach curl with desire. She never thought she’d like dirty talk all that much, before this she’d felt it was corny coming from boys but coming from his lips it was the closest thing to heaven she’d ever heard.

She nodded into the bed and took her hand back to grip the sheets but he grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. He used them as leverage to push her back onto him, pinning her hands back, just like he said.

“Feeling alright, Baby?” He asked. 

And she nodded once more. 

“Tell me.” He told her.

“Feels fuckin’ amazing.” She said struggling to find the words, her orgasm had made her foggy and his cock bottoming out made it difficult to think of anything else.

“Feel so good on m’cock, fucking made to take it, Y/n.”

That made her shiver, the pain had started to subside turning into just pleasure now. “Can go faster, H.” She said just above a whisper. 

As he began to go faster and deeper like he’d been desperate to, she got louder and louder, and her pussy made these filthy noises against his cock. He was ruining her completely and she was enjoying every moment. Her eyes turned glossy in pleasure.

He let go of her hands to grab her hips and push her back harder, she began to move her hips to meet his, and he cried out. 

“Fuck,” He swore, tossing his head back stray curlings falling over his eyes when he looked back down at her.

He squeezed the flesh of her ass and moved his hand forward onto her hair gently tugging it backward, as he began to pound into her even harder. 

“Such a pretty little thing, letting me ruin you, what a good girl.” He said his voice all rough and coarse.

She keened clawing at the bed, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy, I love it thank you.”

Even in bed, she was so polite and obedient, that he wondered what she would be like after being edged for a while. Would her obedience turn to brattiness? He would have to try another time. Made him speed up even more at the thought.

“Wanna see tha’ pretty face while y’taking m’cock,” He said deciding to turn her onto her back he got rid of the pillow, flipping her to face him. Her cheeks were flushed rosy pink, her hair a mess from his pulling, and her eyes were practically black her pupils had gotten so big. She was perfect, his perfect good girl, and so beautiful he could’ve cum just looking at her.

He leaned down kissing her lips, as he continued his thrusts. He dragged his lips down along her jaw and down until he had one of her breasts in his mouth. Her nipples were sensitive to his tongue and her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, scratching along the peaks of his back. She felt so close, she couldn’t control any part of herself.

He moved his attention across to the other nipple, massaging the one that had just been marked with his mouth. She was moaning breathily, back arching up into him. She was so sensitive to his touch, so much so that every brush of skin that he dared to touch felt like it was on fire. 

“I’m getting close, Daddy.” She said and he began going even deeper, he could tell by the way her pussy was clamping down onto his prick harder and harder and more often that she was on the brink. It made his stomach turn.

“Atta girl, cum on Daddy’s cock.” Her legs were shaking and she screwed her eyes shut at his words. 

“Don’t stop, please.” She said, clawing his back. 

He didn’t dare change anything he was doing, he stayed hitting that spot deep inside her that made her scream out and claw him extra tightly. She pulled him closer so his mouth was hovering over hers, her legs wrapped around his back and she clawed his arms desperate for her release. She felt her stomach unravelling in the familiar feeling of her orgasm. 

“Gonna- fuck, gonna cum!” 

He felt her pulse rapidly on his cock and whined into her lips at the feeling. She made guttural moaning noise, all loud and high, as her legs squirmed and she shook around him. He helped her through her orgasm, stroking her cheek with his hands pecking her lips until she came down from it.

It was even more intense than her first and his cock greedily continued pounding her hardly giving her a chance to rest. He moved her leg up a bit higher against his hip and began to hit that spot even harder than before. 

She whined hands reaching up to his hair, tugging it, and he moaned. He loved it when she did that

“Can you handle another, sweet girl?” He asked he had no shame in wanting to watch her cum once more. It was too beautiful of a sight you couldn’t blame him, he was greedy for more.

And she nodded tiredly. “Think so. Might have to make me take it though, Daddy.”

Her voice drove him up the wall. “Fuck, so fucking perfect f’me. Love this pussy.” He moved his hand down to rub her clit, he wanted to speed up this next orgasm to be in time with his, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Watching his cock disappear in her was a sight he hoped to hold onto in his mind. It made his eyes roll back in his head. 

He kept throwing his head back and grunting as he continued the final stretch before his orgasm.

“Can you choke me, please? Wanna cum with your hand around m’throat, please.” She asked and it took him by surprise. Little innocent Y/n liked being choked too? God, this really was his idea of heaven. 

“Please, what?” He asked sternly.

“Please, Daddy.”

He smirked, and Y/n knew she was done for. He slipped his free hand around her throat, rings cold to her neck as squeezed the sides, he watched her become dizzy with pleasure and she start to show signs of cumming again, which was good because he didn’t know if he’d last much longer.

“Cum for me please, Princess, milk me with that perfect pussy.” He said his voice all rough and slurring, his pussy had him losing his mind. He was so far gone.

With a few more circles on her clit, and deep thrusts she was squirting all over his cock with an intense grip on his prick. He felt her drip down him around his cock making creating more friction for him to continue his merciless pace.

“Cumming,” She cried out loudly lifting a hand to her mouth to cover it, and Harry had honestly forgotten they were supposed to be quiet. The only thing on his mind was filling her with his cum. She was still feeling the wave of her orgasm wash over her and was loose-lipped and limp as Harry started to feel the knot in his tummy unravel in a familiar feeling of complete pleasure.

Her pulsing pussy was squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t wait any longer. “Getting close, Baby.”

“Cum for me Daddy, please want your cum so bad,” She pleaded. He released his grip from her throat and let his forehead press into her shoulder as she pulled him closer. Hands scratching his hair and hugging him close to her body. Craving him. 

“Fuck, cummin’ Y/n, cummin’.” He said as his cock twitched hard while he bottom out of her, when his loud moans began to spill from his lips she brought their mouths together and he moaned against her swollen lips. 

Even after cumming he stayed inside her for a moment, absolutely spent, head resting on her shoulder. She gently rubbed his back with her hands and didn’t mind him staying close. Eventually, he lifted off of her and kissed her forehead before pulling out, she winced at the feeling of him pulling out of her ruined pussy.

“One sec, Love.”

She nodded. And shifted her hips knowing tomorrow morning she’d struggle to sit. Her hips would probably be bruised and her body would ache, but she did not care one bit. She wouldn’t change what had just happened. She had the best orgasms of her entire life, and Harry seemed pretty content too. And it had been with Harry, of all people it had been with the one person she wasn't supposed to get with.

He tied off the condom and threw it in a little bin by his desk. He walked inside the en suite in his room (he’d won the coin toss), and wet a flannel. He came back with a warm cloth to wipe her down. She squirmed at his touch, feeling very sore and sensitive. “Sorry, Love, I know, but can’t have ya’ all sticky before bed can I?”

She just nodded once again. He put the flannel back in the sink and switched the light off coming back out to find Y/n limp and star-fished in the middle of his bed on the mess of his sheets. She looked completely spent, her three orgasms had tired her out so much. 

“Y’ want something to wear?” He asked. 

She nodded. “Thanks, Styles.”

He smiled at her usual name for him. “What happened to Daddy?”

“Oh, shut up.” She said blushing, he was probably going to keep bringing that up whenever he could, just to tease her. 

He grabbed a big baggy black shirt and some plaid boxers for from his drawer.

“Y’so cute when you blush, you know?”

She frowned hands moving to her face. “Stoppp!” She whispered loudly.

He handed her the clothes and helped her slide into them, and she half expected to be sent back to the couch downstairs and told thanks for the shag, but he pulled the duvet down the bed and patted the middle of the bed for her to sleep there. She moved to lay in the spot and Harry placed the duvet over her. 

Sliding back on his boxers from before, and running a hand through his messy sweaty hair he looked over at her. “I’ll get us some water, be right back.”

She nodded. “Alright.”

When he came back with two glasses of water he placed them on the bedside table and sighed before rolling in beside her. She turned to face him. “Hi,” she said with a giggle.

“Hi.” He replied with a small laugh too. 

“Your bed's very comfy, Styles.”

“Better than m’couch.” He replied sliding a hand onto her waist to rub her side, soothing her into a restful sleep.

“Much better, should’ve shagged you sooner if it meant bed privileges.”

He scoffed playfully, “Only using me for my cock and the comfy bed, aye?”

She laughed back. “Yeah, obviously, why else?”

He pulled her even closer and turned the tone more serious. “Thank you for before,”

She frowned confusedly. “The blowjob?”

He laughed softly. “No, in the kitchen.”

She laughed at herself. “Oh right,” She said lifting her hand to stroke his cheek which he leaned into. “Well, I like your rotten mouth and shocking brutal honesty and all the rest of you. Don’t worry about those guys.”

He leaned closer, a teasing expression lighting up his face. “You like me?”

She just rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully. 

“I like you too.”

This made her blush. “Go to sleep.”

“C’mere then,” 

She got even closer and fell asleep to the beat of his heart and gentle caress on her back.

The following morning, she woke up early, which was very unlike her, and in a total panic, that Emma might have noticed she was missing from the couch. Harry groaned grabbing her, “Don’t go.”

“Have to, Em’s gonna notice, she’d kill us both.” She said, voice all raspy and eyes bleary. 

He whined not letting go. “Stupid Emma.”

“Shh. I’ll see you later.” She was about to leave back downstairs, but he grabbed her and she watched him waiting for what else wanted from her. 

“Kiss?”

She leaned down and pecked his lips which he smiled at shutting his eyes to go back to sleep, and she left sneaking back downstairs. Sluggishly wrapping the blanket around her and shutting her eyes, even though she was much too giddy to sleep. 

When Emma woke up with a throbbing head she smiled at Y/n and she started making coffee quietly since her head couldn’t handle anything loud. This made Y/n stir, sitting up and turning the telly on sleepily. A re-run of Friends was on and she wrapped herself up in the blanket and sat back watching.

Emma wordlessly passed her a coffee and sat beside her, stealing some of the blanket. They spent the rest of the episode in silence just huddling together for warmth and sipping away tiredly, until Harry’s footsteps could be heard creaking down the stairs.

“Want some pancakes, children?”

The pair nodded. 

Y/n looked over at him smiling to herself, he’d changed into a loose navy crewneck and some pyjama pants. He looked gorgeous, and she was reminded of last night. She'd liked him for years, and now she'd done filthy things with him, would she ever recover?

When the pancakes were ready they all sat together at the table. Harry was a wonderful cook, he made a variety of pancakes.

Blueberry, chocolate chip, plain, some with strawberries and cream. He'd brought out lemon and sugar too because that's what Y/n liked on her pancakes, and lots of fruit for Emma. He'd brought out two big jugs of juice for them and a coffee pot.

“Sleep well, Em?” Asked Harry, with a mouthful of blueberry pancake chewing lazily. How did he even look sexy eating?

She nodded. “Yeah,”

“Me too.” He replied before turning to Y/n, who was mid-sip on some juice, it was a mix of berries and tasted sweet. “Y/n?”

She coughed, choking on her juice, and Harry smirked knowingly. Emma patted her back, “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah, just wrong hole. I slept fine.” Y/n said.

“Hate when that happens.” Harry teased, and she wanted to kick his shin but Emma definitely would’ve noticed.

They all finished their pancakes and after the big breakfast, Emma had an aspirin and told them both she was going back to bed for a nap.

“I might head off then,” Y/n said, she wanted to go home and nap herself. Harry had kept her awake for a good portion of the night after all, and her body was very sore. “I’ll get an Uber.”

“Alright, Babe,” She said hugging her. Y/n kissed her cheek and hugged her back.

“Bye, Babe,” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Thanks for taking care of me. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Y/n nodded. “Of course, we have to do our monthly movie marathon rain, hail, or shine!”

Emma smiled. “Perfect, get home safe.”

They parted, and Emma went back to her room to sleep. Y/n’s Uber arrived moments later and Harry watched Y/n leave waving with a big devilish grin.

She waved back hopping in the Uber tiredly, as the car pulled away and Harry shut the door, her phone buzzed with a text.

Harry Styles🍒

Can I come over tonight?

Y/n felt a big grin overtake her face. 

what on earth for mr. styles?

Harry Styles🍒

Didn’t get to give a you proper goodbye, did I?

Y/n blushed with a small laugh as she typed back. 

see u at eight

Harry Styles🍒

See you then Baby X

Y/n bit her lip. What had she gotten herself into?

oh and bring snacks 

and that new film u were raving about to niall

Harry Styles🍒

Ok, done. See you tonight. XX

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up similar to last in the kitchen. This was not the Harry she knew, but she didn’t have it in her to complain. She saw flashes of last night of them together and squirmed in her seat.

‘💗💗’ She replied.

When she put her phone down in her lap and stared out at the window she sighed to herself, knowing she was completely done for. Harry had ruined her, she'd never be able to stop thinking about him and last night. However, she had very few complaints about it. Her phone buzzed yet again. She checked it.

Harry Styles🍒 hearted your message.

She smiled even more and shut her eyes, head resting against the leather seat, as she wondered if he was smiling this big too.

[tpwkwriter]

could u please do where the reader falls asleep on his lap and harry finds it adorable and takes a picture of her and doesnt move so she doesnt wake up but when she finally does harry kisses her and says how beautiful she is and shows her the picture he put as a new lockscreen :D

~Personal pillow~

Awweeee this concept❤️ thank you so much! Sorry this has taken a while a lot has been going on lately, thank for all of your patience🫶🏼

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It had been a long week, one of them weeks were waking up was hard enough, one of them weeks were working days were long and hard, Friday was a godsend.

Harry leaned back on there shared sofa, his legs outstretched on the ottoman adjacent to him, his eyes glued to the Tv mounted on the wall, which was showing some 90s romcom.

It was a Friday evening, y/n’s return from work was nearing, Friday evening was the one of the couple’s favourite evenings, an evening full of cuddles, takeout, and a random show which they’d end up binging the whole weekend.

Knowing y/n has had a crappy week, he made sure her favourite candles were lit, there shared home was tidy and her favourite drinks and snacks were stocked in the fridge. He was thoughtful like that.

It was nearing 6pm and there was 0 sign of his loves return, Harry normally understood the girl had to work late sometimes, but it never stopped him from thoughts circling his mind, he reaches for his phone checking the notifications and still nothing, just as he clicks to his messages, he hears the familiar keys enter the lock.

Even after a long day at work she still managed to look like the prettiest girl to walk the Earth. She walked in bag on shoulder eyes sleepy and hair slightly frizzy but she still managed to glow.

“Y alright darling?” He calmly asked, forgetting his phone to the side.

“Mmhmm” she hummed, toeing off her shoes and hanging her jacket and bag up and remembering to toss her keys in the bowl so she didn’t forget them.

Harry could read y/n and vice versa, Harry knew that sometimes y/n could be just be quiet that never meant she was mad or upset, sometimes she just enjoyed listening over speaking and that was okay.

“Tea love?” He offered.

“Please H” she faintly smiled.

Harry was quick to his feet, before he got to the kitchen he pressed a sweet kiss to the girls rosey lips to which she happily fell in.

“Go get comfy, n I’ll sort dinner” he hummed in-between pecks.

Y/n got upstairs and stripped out of her work clothes and comfortably changed into Harry’s green packers hoodie which was a perfect oversized fit, and her white pyjama shorts, before moving she took a moment to take in the scent of the hoodie which still smelled like her lover. Home. Is all she could think about.

The smell of brewed tea and fresh linen candles practically lulled her dow the stairs.

She saw Harry back in his original position on the sofa, she didn’t hesitate to curl up next to him with the warm mug of tea.

“Thank you for this bubs” she mewled leaning her head on his arm by his side.

“N’worries love” he contently sighed at the feel of her touch and presence.

“Anything in particular y’want for dinner?” He asked pulling up his phone with his free hand.

“Usual” she softly hummed.

“N’problem lovie”

Once they have had dinner, and cleared up y/n’s energy levels had really ran low.

Without another word, y/n adjusted her position and laid her head on his lap, her legs were a perfect fit on the rest of the sofa allowing her a great deal of space.

Harry didn’t question or query he accommodated her and her comfort.

His left hand instinctively went to her hair and softly played with and combed through her locks.

His eyes glanced down at her to check she was okay.

“Y’okay angel? Haven’t heard much from ya tonight” he gently asked leaning his head down pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mmhmm, just sleepy, s’been a long week” she softly smiled using her right arm to caress his cheek.

“Y’can relax now sweet girl” he whispered.

His eyes go back to the Tv screen in-front of them within 15 minutes of time passing and Harry’s fingers running through her hair it wasn’t long until the girl was killed into a slumber.

Soft snores and sighs were occasionally heard from the girl on his lap.

His heart couldn’t help but melt, he now felt obliged to stay still and let the girl rest peacefully.

Seeing her so vulnerable and so peaceful made something click into him, yes they shared a bed every night and had seen each other sleep a million times, but there was something about his girl using him as a pillow which just made his heart burst.

He was in awe.

Luckily his phone was in arms reach, ‘Lock Screen opportunity’ he thought to himself, he opened the camera app on his phone and happily took a few photos of the girl.

“As if I couldn’t love you anymore” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.

A few moments of f pure bliss passed until a faint noise appeared from the sleep girl.

Her eyes began to flutter open.

“Y’wanna get into bed?” He softly asked, hovering above her rosey lips.

“Mmhmm” she sleepily hummed.

“Can y’stay with me though” she quietly asked.

“Of course I will lovie” he answered

“Carry me please?” She pleaded, the idea of having to move annoyed her at that moment.

“Whatever y’say darlin” he smirks.

He gently moves out of y/n’s touch and gently placed her head back on the sofa replacing his lap which earns a small whine from his girl.

One forearm goes under the girls knees as the other under her shoulders using his shoulder to support her head on.

She hums in contentness, the feeling of him just being there.

He presses a kiss on the top of her head before carefully plopping her down on her side of the bed and covering her with there shared duvet.

As H places his phone into the charging lead his phone screen flashes a new image that is his lock screen.

“Baby, lemme see y’phone again” she softly laughs.

Catching on to what she was saying, “oh this” he faintly chuckles showing her the screens background.

The image shows the girls face peacefully sleeping on his lap, her eyelashes almost touching her cheek, her lips rosey and almost in a pout, her cheeks a perfect blush colour with no single indent. Even in these moments she was just beautiful.

“Harryyyyyyy” she playfully dragged, blushing once again.

“Y’look so perfect on m’lap like tha” he replied, placing his free arm over the sleepy girls shoulder.

“Mmm, I love you” he mumbled into her cheek before pressing a sweet kiss there.

“I love you too, even if take pictures of my most vulnerable moments” she smiled into his touch.

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Chapter Four: Harry

Show Me Love Summary

Trigger warnings:  18+, anxiety, strong language, undiagnosed/struggling with learning difficulty. 

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Harry

Even though it was a Sunday, it didn't stop my body from waking up early. It was like routine, every morning my eyes would open at 7am. Occasionally I'd let myself fall back to sleep for a lie in, but that was rare. 

Apart from our group outing to play mini golf on Friday, the weekend had been rather calm. The boys and I stayed in last night, ordered pizza and played a few games of Fifa. I hadn't heard from Evie much yesterday, but I knew her and the girls were having a girls night so I didn't want to disturb her too much. 

The flat was quiet this morning, which meant the others must have still been sleeping. Stretching my arms above my head, I debated whether to go for a run before I decide how to spend my day. Tip toeing out of my room, my shorts hung short on my lower hips, I could see Niall walking down the corridor from his own room. 

"Styles!" He greeted as he walked towards the kitchen, ruffling his hair out of his eyes. 

"G'morning". My feet followed him, going straight to the fridge to prepare my protein shake for after my morning run. "Fancy a run?".

Niall thought about it, nibbling at his bottom lip and his eyes squinting as he weighed up his decision. "Nah fuck that!".

I smiled to myself as my hands continued to add the power and milk into the shaker. "I'll be about half hour". I explained as I looked down at my phone to check the time. 

"How's Evie?". A wide smirk appeared on his face. Like he knew something I didn't. 

My shoulders shrugged as I shook my bottle, mixing the power and milk together, the noise filling the comfortable silence. "Good, I guess". 

"Taking her on another date anytime soon?". Niall wiggled his eyebrows in a playful manner making my smile appear, which made me curse at myself for showing some weakness in this moment. 

"It wasn't a date!". Was the only thing that I managed to say to defend myself, that sounded pathetic when I heard it. Niall sent me a look that screamed that he didn't believe a word that I just had said. "It wasn't!". 

"Evie thinks it was". He spoke with confidence, no stutter that would make me doubt him as he moved around the kitchen. 

I watched as he placed two pieces of bread in the toaster, before reaching for the butter out of the fridge. "She does?". 

"No but your face just told me that I'm right and you like her". I rolled my eyes at his effort to catch me off guard. Annoyed with myself for not being able to hide my feelings. "You two are driving me fucking crazy...why are you both holding back?". 

I swallowed thickly as I crossed my arms over my chest, and my shoulders shrugged as I thought carefully. "I've got a lot to lose if things didn't work out...I like the friendship I've got with Evie and I'm worried about losing her completely if we took a different path". 

Niall scratched at his nose as he stood opposite me, mirroring my stance. "But what if it would work out and you don't give it a chance?". I couldn't deny it, his words made sense and he was right because as the saying goes 'you'll never know unless you try'. Niall took my silence as a cue to continue. "At least think about it". 

I gently bit at my bottom lip as I nodded in response, not trusting myself to speak after the turn in conversation.

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As my feet ran around the local area to the flat, my mind was distracted from the events of the last few weeks to this morning's conversation with Niall. 

I'd never had a serious relationship, sure I'd been on a few dates and drunken nights at a party while in high school and the beginning of university. But if I was relationship material was something I couldn't answer and if I was being honest with myself, that was a huge factor in why I was hesitant with taking things further with Evie. 

As I ran around the corner that took me back to the beginning of the street, my phone buzzed in my pocket making my legs slow me down to answer it. 

Mum.

"Hi Mum!". I naturally smiled as I saw my Mum's name flash up on the screen, despite not living too far away I still missed seeing her everyday. 

"Harry, how are you my boy?". Her voice was cheery, full of warmth and love. The type of love that was infectious and one you wish you could share with everyone. 

My pace had turned into small steps as I walked alongside the pavement, holding the small device against my ear. "I'm good Mum, missing you and Gem". 

"We miss you too darling...I was thinking maybe I could come visit in a few weeks, I'll make you and the boys a homemade meal". A smile filled my cheeks as I thought how happy Niall would be about that, he always said how much he missed his own Mums cooking. 

"We'd like that...especially Niall". I chuckled as I thought about it. "We don't always have time to cook a decent meal". 

I could hear some movement through the speaker as I assumed my Mum was moving around the house. "Well I won't have my boy and his friends hungry...and if there's anyone else you'd like to invite over I can cook for them too". 

I knew what she was hinting at, but as much as Mum meant nothing by her questioning towards my love life, it was something that I needed to figure out first before mentioning a name to her. 

My silence around the topic must have been enough for her to move on. "How's your classes going? You're doing so well and I'm really proud of you...but I want you to be happy too". 

"They're going well...more than well actually, I'm averaging an eighty and I absolutely love the modules and topics so I just need to keep up the work". Although I couldn't see her, I knew she was smiling on the other end of the phone. 

That was the thing about my Mum, as much as she was proud of me and Gemma getting good grades, that was just a bonus. Our happiness was more important than a grade to her. 

"You're a clever one...I'll give you that". Her smile could be heard through her tone. "Well I won't keep you talking for much longer because I'm sure you have plans ahead of you". 

"Thanks Mum, I'll speak to you later". I slowly began to say my goodbyes as I saw the flat building appear in front of me. "I love you". 

"Bye my love...I love you too darling". The call ended. 

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Once I'd got back to the flat, I showered straight away to wash away the sweat from my morning run and replace my once damp clothing, with fresh ones. My light blue denim jeans, a basic white tee and my washed out white vans. 

As I exited my room and walked towards the shared living room, I was pleasantly surprised to see Evie standing there with Bella. Our outfits unintentionally matching, expect she wore a knitted beige cardigan over her white t shirt. 

Evie turned to face me as I approached the group, now realising that I was the only person missing from the gathering. Her smile did not go unnoticed and I felt my inner confidence feel flattered at the sight. 

"Nice of you to join us Harold!". Louis teased causing the others to notice my presence. My middle finger greeted him as he continued to joke at how long it took me to get ready. 

I found myself standing next to Evie by the entrance to the room as the others were trying to decide where we were going for lunch. "How was girls night?". 

Her smaller frame meant she had to look up to my taller presence. "Much needed...it was nice to have some girly talk and spend time with them". I watched as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and her fingers found her necklace pendant again. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed...but I will admit I missed our chats". Her teeth immediately bit at her bottom lip, causing the shade to go a deeper shade of red. Her smile itching to break through. "Had to settle for conversations with these idiots". 

Evie stifled out a giggle at my teasing, knowing it was harmless banter towards the boys. "If it means anything then I missed our chats too". Our eyes shared a look, her blue and my green communicated silently. 

"What are you two whispering about?". Louis called us out to everyone, meaning all eyes turned to us. 

"How much fucking time you're wasting deciding where to eat...let's go to the local and have a Sunday roast". Evie quickly bit back and the mention of a roast dinner caused a loud appreciation from the others. 

Niall reached for his jacket from where it lay on the sofa. "This is why I love you Green...a Sunday roast is just what my belly needs!".

The local pub was only a short walk from us and Louis and Niall were even more impressed by the choice, as it meant they could have a beer with their lunch. Walking against the slight wind, made me appreciate that I'd grabbed my jacket just before we left as it sat on my shoulders. 

Evie and I walked together just behind the others. It was a comfortable silence as we listened to the others talking in front of us. As our legs guided us, I could feel our hands brush against each others occasionally as they dangled by our sides. 

I squeezed into the end booth seat next to Evie as she took a seat next to Lily. I felt Niall's stare burn into me but as much as I tried to ignore it, he continued until I looked his way. 

His smirk as his eyes flickered from me to Evie spoke for him. Luckily the others were too in grossed in what Bella was showing them on her phone to notice Niall making heart gestures with his hands.

"Oh we should have a movie night on Friday...we could host it at ours". Bella spoke towards Evie and Lily, from where she sat opposite them next to Zayn. "What do you all think?". 

"Sounds good to me". Lily's gentle voice agreed as she reached for her glass in front of her. 

"Just don't pick shit films like last night". Evie's voice from next to me directed her comment back to Bella. I had a feeling she didn't like the film choice from their evening last night. 

Whilst the girls bickered back and forth about what they considered a good film, I was relived to see the waiters walking towards us with plates covering both hands. 

After the group had eaten our lunch and paid for the bill, Lily explained that she was going over a friend's house for the evening. Niall and Louis were going to stay in the pub for an extra few drinks and Bella and Zayn had left to go back to our flat. 

"As much as I love your company, I'm going to go because my bed is calling along with an episode of friends". Evie reached for her bag before standing up. 

"Can't tempt you to stay with a drink Green?". Niall fluttered his eyelashes at her as he rested his chin on his fist. 

Evie shook her head with a small giggle at Niall attempt to get her to stay. "Sorry Horan...if you want to see me in class tomorrow then this gal needs her rest". 

"Fuck off Eve...you'll still be late so you may as well stay with us". Niall teased her on time management, his back hitting the chair he sat on. 

"Fine you caught me...you're boring me so I'm leaving!". The loud laugh that left the Irishman caused others to turn and look. 

I explained to Niall and Louis that I'd meet them back at the flat later on, as I was going to walk Evie home to make sure she was safe. Walking off behind Evie, not giving them a chance to make a teasing comment about it. 

The cold breeze circled us as Evie and I walked side by side in the direction of her flat. As the wind picked up around us, I noticed her arms wrap around her petite frame to try and keep warm. I shook off the jacket that my shoulders held and placed it around her. 

"It's alright...we're nearly there". Evie went to slide my jacket back off her shoulders. 

"Eves keep it on your shivering". I insisted as we began to up our walking pace, eager to escape the cold air. 

Her shoulder gently bumped against my upper arm due to her height. "Such a gentleman". 

"What can I say? My Mum raised me well". I grinned down at her as we walked up to her brick building. 

As we stood outside, I was expecting her to say goodbye and I'd continue my walk to my own flat. But the hesitation was intense as I waited for her to say something. "Do you want to come in?". 

I wasn't aware that I looked like I was trying to think of a reason to say no, until I could see nervousness build in her eyes. "Yeah...sure...I'd love to". 

I followed Evie up the flight of stairs until we reached the second floor and as we approached the second door on the left, Evie rumbled through her bag to find her keys before unlocking the door. 

As I closed the door behind us, I watched Evie walk around her space in comfort. She placed her bag down on the side table in the hallway before kicking her shoes off and leaving them to settle where they landed.

I took suit and flicked my own shoes off and putting them neatly together so nobody would trip over them if they came home. 

Evie opened the door to what I assumed was her room and approaching carefully I was surprised at how cosy she had managed to make the small space. Fairy lights along the wall above the double bed that was pushed against the wall. Different style cushions covered the bed and a large sage green rug covered the hard wood floor.

"I'm going to make some tea, do you want one?". Her soft voice broke me from my thoughts as she now stood in the door frame. 

"Yes please!". She smiled at my eagerness towards the warm cuppa. 

I smiled as I saw framed photos hanging on the wall. One included Evie standing between Bella and Lily, the three of them cuddled into each other as they widely smiled at the camera. Another one was of her and Niall, from a night out. It was captured as they were laughing historically over something, each holding a drink in their hand. 

The last photo caught me by surprise. A picture I had forgotten existed. It was from our first year at university. A group photo of us all taken in girls first flat that was part of the university. Evie was standing between Niall and I as we huddled together. But what caused my heart to warm was with a pink sharpie pen the word 'family' had been neatly written above.

In the corner of my eye I spotted the wooden guitar sitting still on its stand. I knew Evie could play the guitar well, Niall had told me how she was good competition for him. I hope one day she'll play for me, I'd like that a lot. 

"This is exactly what we need after being out in the cold". Evie walked back into the room, two grey mugs held by her hands before she placed them down on the table next to the bed. "I hope you don't mind but I'm going to change into something comfier...I think Zayn may have left some stuff here if you want to me to go find you something too". 

Before I could even respond Evie mumbled that she was going to look in Bella's room. I let out a small laugh as I watched her move quickly out of the room. 

"Here there's a pair of shorts, I'll go to the bathroom to get changed and you can change in here". Again, before I got a chance to say a word, Evie was gone again. The only way in could describe her movement was moving a thousand miles per hour as she got distracted by different things.

I carefully rolled my jeans down my legs, they screamed in gratefulness as I replaced them with the loose black shorts. Neatly, I followed my jeans and placed them on top of the chest of drawers. 

"That's fucking better...I hate the feelings of tight jeans". I watched as she threw the once worn jeans and t-shirt towards the laundry basket, but missing it and the clothes landing to the side of it. Evie now wore a pair of beige pyjama shorts and black sweatshirt. 

The sight of her bare legs as the shorts sat high on her hips made me break eye contact and focus on her reaching for her mug of tea instead. Before opening the duvet she took a large gulp before placing it back down and climbing under the duvet. 

Evie glanced to where I stood, and I realised I looked out of place as I hadn't said a word or moved an inch. "Are you going to stand all night?".

"I was planning on it actually", I said with humour attached to it. 

"Ha-fucking-ha! C'mon get in, I want to watch Friends". She pressed the buttons on the remote with urgency as her eyes followed the movement on the tv.

I slid in next to her, my back met the plump pillows behind me as I rested my head against the fabric headboard. I recognised the Friends episode as the one after Ross and Rachel go on a break. 

"We were on a break". I mimicked the line that Ross repeats once Rachel finds out he had slept with another woman the previous night. 

"You watch Friends?". Evie's voice was curious and the way her lips curved into a grin made me release that she was happy about it.

My shoulders involuntarily shrugged as I scratched the skin at the back of my neck. "Meh...I've seen a few episodes". 

"Yeah alright...you just quoted the line not even thirty seconds in". I got called out on my attempt to play my love for the series down.

"I've got a good memory!". I held my hands up in surrender as she bumped her shoulder with mine, as we were now a similar height lying next to each other.

We were a couple of episodes in and it was great to hear Evie belly chuckling at the series playing in front of us.  If someone had said to me a couple of weeks ago that Evie and I would be lying in bed together on a Sunday evening watching reruns of Friends I'd have called them a liar. 

My mind thought back to my conversation with Niall about never knowing if I didn't try. Although it pained me to admit that Niall Horan was right, I couldn't deny it.

"Do you want a cuddle?". I asked as I turned to look at her. My inner self swallowed itself at how cringey that sounded out loud. "M'sorry that sounded so much smoother in my head".

A laugh escaped her lips. "Are you forgetting when I asked you to cuddle me last week? Cringe is an understatement". 

"You were drunk and upset...a valid excuse if you ask me". A fair argument compared to my attempt to make a move. 

"Do we need an excuse to cuddle?". Her question held some flirtation as the infectious smirk appeared on her lips. Testing me to see who would make the move first. 

With a genuine smile covering my mouth. I lifted my arm as a signal for her to move over. Without thought she rested her head on my shoulder, her arm gently landed on my chest and surprisingly I felt her leg overlap with mine as our skin met. 

"No excuse needed!".

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Yes Sir! Capítulo 29

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo terá o ponto de vista de Aurora e Harry.

NotaAutora: Aproveitem o capítulo e não se esqueçam de comentar💗

Aurora

Quando eu e Gabriel chegamos ao refeitório, o cheiro familiar de comida quente pairava no ar, mas a minha cabeça ainda estava a mil. A manhã ao lado dele havia sido tranquila, mas a presença de Harry ainda estava no fundo da minha mente. Mesmo assim, eu estava me forçando a aproveitar o momento com Gabriel.

Ao longe, avistei Lily e Josh, já sentados em uma das mesas próximas à janela. Acenei para eles, e logo fomos nos juntar ao casal.

— Olha quem finalmente decidiu aparecer! — Lily disse com um sorriso de orelha a orelha, me cutucando assim que me sentei ao seu lado. — E juntos. — Ela piscou, claramente animada com o fato de eu e Gabriel estarmos tão próximos.

— Não comece com isso... — murmurei, mas não consegui segurar o sorriso.

Eu estava começando a relaxar, até que uma figura familiar entrou no refeitório, meu estômago se revirou no instante em que vi Stive, ele me viu quase no mesmo segundo, nossos olhares se cruzaram por um breve momento, e eu senti meu corpo enrijecer, desde aquela noite, eu estava evitando Stive, eu sabia que precisávamos conversar, mas a confusão do beijo bêbado ainda me incomodava,  eu simplesmente não sabia como encarar aquilo.

— Aurora... — Stive se aproximou lentamente.

Lily deu uma olhada rápida para mim e depois para ele, claramente percebendo o desconforto. Gabriel também notou algo estranho, mas não disse nada. Eu senti o calor subir até meu rosto.

— Stive... Oi. — Forcei um sorriso, mas era óbvio que a situação estava me deixando sem jeito.

— Você tem um minuto? Podemos conversar? — Ele parecia genuinamente arrependido.

Não era o tipo de conversa que eu queria ter ali, na frente de todo mundo, mas sabia que não podia continuar evitando.

— Claro — respondi, me levantando da mesa.

Caminhamos até um canto mais afastado do refeitório. Senti o olhar de Gabriel me seguir, mas fiz o possível para me concentrar em Stive, ele parou e passou a mão pelos cabelos, claramente desconfortável.

— Olha, Aurora... Eu só queria pedir desculpas. — Ele suspirou profundamente. — Aquela noite, o beijo... Eu estava bêbado e agi feito um idiota, não era minha intenção te colocar em uma posição desconfortável, eu me sinto horrível por isso.

O beijo foi inesperado e mais do que isso, ele trouxe à tona sentimentos antigos que eu achava que estavam enterrados, não era fácil estar ali, principalmente com Gabriel agora fazendo parte da minha vida de uma maneira tão presente.

— Stive, eu... Eu também não sabia como lidar com aquilo, por isso acabei te evitando, me desculpe, está tudo bem agora, de verdade.

— Tem certeza?

— Sim, eu sei que você não é assim então eu não fiquei brava.

— Muito obrigado. — Ele sorriu tímido. — Então... Você e aquele cara...

— Sim.

— Ele faz bem a você? — Stive perguntou, seu olhar desviando para Gabriel por um segundo antes de voltar para mim. — Porque, apesar de tudo, eu me importo com você, Aurora,  eu só quero ter certeza de que você está feliz.

Eu sabia que Stive ainda nutria sentimentos por mim, mas ele estava tentando ser maduro, tentando fazer o que era certo.

— Sim, ele faz. — Respondi com honestidade, e um pequeno sorriso surgiu no meu rosto.

Stive respirou fundo, não havia mais ressentimento, apenas uma aceitação mútua de que nossos caminhos estavam tomando direções diferentes, ele deu um passo à frente, antes que eu pudesse processar, me puxou para um abraço, um abraço que colocava um ponto final em qualquer confusão que restava entre nós.

— Fico feliz por você, Aurora — ele sussurrou,  eu sabia que ele realmente queria dizer aquilo.

Soltei o ar, o peso da situação finalmente parecia ter se dissipado. Nos afastamos, com um sorriso tranquilo, voltamos para a mesa.

Assim que me sentei ao lado de Gabriel novamente, senti sua mão tocar a minha por baixo da mesa.

— Está tudo bem? — Gabriel perguntou, com a mesma gentileza de sempre.

— Sim, está.

Stive se juntou a nós, tudo parecia estar, no lugar.

— Então precisamos falar do assunto do momento! — Lily nós puxou de volta para conversa.  — O aniversário de Aurora nesse fim de semana.

Senti um frio súbito percorrer minha espinha, eu tinha esquecido completamente ou talvez tivesse feito questão de esquecer, com tudo o que estava acontecendo, celebrar parecia uma ideia distante, quase estranha.

— É... — murmurei, tentando parecer indiferente. — Não é nada de mais, só mais um ano.

— Como assim, "só mais um ano"? Aurora, você faz 24! Isso definitivamente não pode passar em branco.

Gabriel, ao meu lado, parecia tão surpreso quanto eu com a energia repentina de Lily.

— Aniversário, hein? Por que você não disse nada? — Gabriel perguntou chegando um pouco mais perto.

— Não achei que fosse importante. — Eu dei de ombros, tentando não fazer parecer que estava evitando o assunto.

— É seu aniversário, acho que isso é bem importante.

— Concordo com Gabriel!  É o seu aniversário! — Lily falou tão alto que chamou olhares de outras mesas. —  Precisamos comemorar! E, já que você acabou de se mudar para aquele apartamento lindo, isso significa uma festa! — Ela sorriu como se a ideia fosse genial.

Um aniversário, uma festa, era o último tipo de distração que eu queria.

A verdade era que isso me fazia lembrar de algo que eu não queria.

Flashback on

A luz fraca do abajur ao lado da cama iluminava suavemente o quarto de Harry, enquanto nós estávamos deitados, abraços, a noite estava tranquila, eu sentia o calor do corpo dele tão próximo ao meu, o que, de alguma forma, me trazia uma paz que eu raramente encontrava.

— Você sabia que quando eu fiz 14 anos eu quase ganhei um cavalo? — Harry riu de leve. — Eu estava em uma fazenda com meus pais, eles me fizeram acreditar que aquele cavalo enorme era meu presente, eu passei o dia inteiro sonhando com isso.

Eu ri junto, imaginando um Harry adolescente e cheio de expectativas.

— E o que aconteceu?

— Acabou que o cavalo não era para mim. — Ele riu de novo, dessa vez com uma ponta de nostalgia. — Era para um vizinho, eu fiquei arrasado, mas o dia ainda foi incrível, meu pai me levou para andar a cavalo, depois meus amigos apareceram de surpresa, foi um dos melhores aniversários que já tive. — O sorriso nos lábios dele era genuíno. — E você, já teve um aniversário assim? Inesquecível?

Eu hesitei, não queria estragar o momento com a minha realidade, mas ao mesmo tempo, sentia que não poderia mentir, virei o rosto de leve para encarar o teto, evitando o olhar dele por um instante.

— Na verdade... não. — Minha voz saiu mais baixa do que eu esperava. — Nunca tive um aniversário tão bom assim, para ser sincera, não sou muito fã de aniversários.

Ele se virou na cama, apoiando a cabeça na mão enquanto me observava de perto.

— Por quê?

— Minha família nunca ligou muito para isso, não éramos de comemorar. — Suspirei, sentindo meu coração apertar. — Eles... nunca fizeram nada especial, então eu acabei deixando de esperar algo bom. — A confissão pesava no ar entre nós, e eu senti um desconforto familiar surgir no peito.

A verdade era que os aniversários sempre me lembravam de como eu me sentia sozinha, mesmo cercada de pessoas.

Harry ficou em silêncio por um momento, processando o que eu tinha dito, mas, ao invés de me deixar naquela sensação amarga, ele se aproximou, puxou-me para perto, o corpo dele colando no meu e seus lábios tocaram minha testa, ele não disse nada, apenas começou a deixar pequenos beijos no meu rosto— na testa, nas bochechas, no queixo— como se cada um daqueles gestos fosse uma forma de curar algo dentro de mim.

Meu coração, que estava pesado minutos atrás, parecia agora envolto em uma sensação de aconchego, de segurança. Cada beijo que ele deixava na minha pele parecia apagar, ainda que temporariamente, as lembranças ruins.

— Não precisa mais se preocupar com aniversários ruins. — Harry murmurou contra minha pele. — Esse ano, eu vou fazer o melhor aniversário da sua vida.

Abri os olhos, encarando-o por um segundo, o olhar que ele me deu era cheio de determinação, como se ele estivesse disposto a mover céus e terra para cumprir aquela promessa.

— Harry, você não precisa...

— Eu sei, mas eu quero fazer isso por você, porque você merece, eu vou estar ao seu lado, para fazer desse dia ser perfeito. — Ele me puxou ainda mais para perto.

Era difícil descrever o que aqueles momentos faziam comigo.

Harry tinha a habilidade de me fazer acreditar, por mais que eu quisesse resistir, que as coisas poderiam ser diferentes.

Que, talvez, pela primeira vez, meu aniversário pudesse ser algo bom e naquele momento, envolta em seus braços e em seus beijos gentis, eu acreditei nisso.

Acreditei nele.

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Pisquei algumas vezes, tentando focar nos rostos à minha frente.

Eu realmente acreditei nele.

— Então Aurora o que me diz? — Lily me tirou dos meus desvaneios.

— Ah, não sei, Lily... Não estou muito no clima de festa.

— Como assim, não está no clima? — Lily revirou os olhos. — Vamos garota. — Ela olhou para Josh e Stive que assentiram entusiasticamente, apoiando-a de imediato.

— Eu também acho que vai ser bom para você. — Josh completou, me lançando um sorriso encorajador. — Nada de pressão, só uma reunião com os amigos mais próximos, música boa, e talvez um pouco de bolo.

Olhei para Gabriel, meio que esperando algum tipo de apoio silencioso, talvez para ele dizer que eles estavam exagerando.

— Eu gostei da ideia. —  Gabriel disse suavemente.

— Aurora, você vai se arrepender se não fizer algo. — Ela disse, com aquele tom determinado que era difícil ignorar. — A gente cuida de tudo, você só precisa aparecer e se divertir, prometo.

Respirei fundo.

Parte de mim queria se esconder, deixar que esse aniversário passasse despercebido, como se ignorar esse dia pudesse de alguma forma me ajudar a esquecer tudo o que estava acontecendo na minha vida.

Mas outra parte... bem, talvez eles estivessem certos, talvez eu precisasse de uma distração, talvez, por uma noite, eu pudesse fingir que as coisas estavam normais.

— Tudo bem. — Disse finalmente, rendendo-me ao entusiasmo de Lily. — Mas vocês cuidam de tudo, eu não vou ter cabeça para isso.

Lily vibrou como se tivesse acabado de ganhar uma competição. — Deixa comigo! Vai ser incrível, prometo! — Ela olhou para Gabriel. — Agora você tem que me ajudar!

— Claro, eu faço qualquer coisa por ela.  — Gabriel sorriu para mim, os olhos brilhando.

Olhei para Lily, Josh, Stive e Gabriel, todos tão animados por algo que eu mal conseguia processar, por algum motivo, pela primeira vez talvez meu aniversário não fosse tão insuportável.

                             ...

Estava sentada no sofá tinha acabado de chegar da faculdade, estava exausta, parece que nessa fase da gravidez tudo me cansava o dobro, como um bebê de 3 meses podia fazer isso? Assistia uma coisa qualquer na  quando meu celular vibrou, uma mensagem de Georgia piscou na tela:

Chegamos em Boston para seu aniversário, na verdade Mamãe está com saudades do bebê, trouxe metade da loja de bebês para você, vamos para o seu apartamento daqui a pouco.

Eles estavam vindo, quando minha família começou a se importar comigo?

Há alguns meses, eu não conseguia lembrar a última vez que meus pais tinham feito algo especial por mim, de realmente se importarem  com algo que não fosse trabalho, um futuro promissor e agora, com a notícia do bebê, tudo parecia ter mudado.

Essa mudança súbita de preocupação deles me sufocava, antes que eu pudesse sequer me preparar, a porta do meu apartamento se abriu com um estrondo.

— Aurora! — Georgia foi a primeira a entrar, os braços cheios de sacolas e caixas.  — Mamãe enlouqueceu.

— Aurora, querida! — Minha mãe seguiu logo atrás, equilibrando mais sacolas do que eu achei ser possível.  — Veja só o que trouxemos! — O sorriso dela era radiante, quase como se tivesse ganhado um novo propósito nos últimos meses.

E então, como um desfile, ela começou a colocar em cima da mesa diversos itens para bebê: roupinhas, brinquedos, até um berço portátil para ficar do lado da minha cama.

— Obrigada, mãe. — Eu forcei um sorriso, o coração pesando no peito.

Tentei manter o sorriso no rosto, mas cada peça de roupa que ela tirava das sacolas parecia aumentar o peso da minha própria realidade, algo que eu vinha tentando adiar e ali estava ela, minha mãe transformando o apartamento num espaço de espera para um bebê que eu não queria.

Meu pai entrou por último, mais silencioso, ele não dizia muito, apenas olhou ao redor como se estivesse observando o cenário cuidadosamente, seus olhos pararam em mim por um momento.

— Oi. — Foi a única coisa que ele conseguiu dizer.

— Oi, pai.

— Você gostou, Aurora? — A voz de Georgia me puxou de volta para elas, enquanto ela abria mais uma sacola. — Mamãe enlouqueceu com as compras, ela não vê a hora desse bebê nascer, fala disso todos os dias e para todas as amigas dela.

— Mãe, você  realmente se empolgou não precisava de tudo isso... — Eu ri, tentando disfarçar o desconforto.

— Me desculpe, mas filha eu estou tão feliz. — Ela puxou um vestidinho vermelho. — Lembra desse? Era seu, se for menina vai ficar lindo.

— Sim, obrigado mãe.

Era como se minha gravidez tivesse despertado nela algo que eu nunca vi antes, não que ela não se importasse, mas... nunca foi assim.

Eu precisava de um pouco de espaço então me levantei e fui até meu quarto, tentando respirar fundo.

— Aurora? — Georgia apareceu. — Tudo bem?

— Não! — Tentei segurar minhas lágrimas. — Isso é demais para mim.

— Vai ficar tudo bem, ok?

— Não vai! Quando a mamãe descobrir sobre a adoção, ela não vai me perdoar.

— Você está mesmo decidida com isso?

— Sim.

— Mas ao menos você contou ao pai do bebê? Ele tem direito de saber.

— Não! E nunca vai saber,eu não quero envolver ele nisso.

— Aurora, pense bem, ok? Independente do que aconteceu entre vocês, ele ainda é o pai desse bebê, eu sei que isso tudo é demais para você, mas todos nós estamos aqui, mamãe e papai não estão exatamente lidando com isso da melhor maneira, eu sei, você sabe como o papai é, ele nunca foi muito expressivo... mas, Aurora, ele está tentando fazer o certo para você e mamãe bem você viu como ela está reagindo, todos nós estamos tentando, mesmo que seja esquisito, todos estamos tão confusos quanto você.

Eu respirei fundo, tentando segurar a enxurrada de emoções, toda essa situação era estranha, eu  sempre quis ser vista, ser notada pela minha familia, mas agora que estava acontecendo, sentia como se estivesse afundando em expectativas que não podia ou não queria cumprir.

— Eu só não sei como eles podem estar tão animados quando eu mesma não consigo nem pensar direito no que vai acontecer e ver mamãe assim, tão... tão diferente...

— Você não precisa fazer isso sozinha, Aurora. — Georgia colocou a mão em meu ombro. —  Seja o que for que decidir sobre o bebê, eu estarei com você,  só n��o deixe tudo isso te engolir, sei que não está fácil, mas você sempre foi mais forte do que pensa.

— Obrigada. — A puxei para um abraço.

— Que tal irmos no seu restaurante favorito no seu aniversário? Ao invés de uma coisa mais exagerada que a mãe provavelmente faria? — Ela mudou de assunto tentando me animar.

— Sim, por favor.

Então voltamos para sala, eu olhei ao redor do apartamento, agora com sacolas e itens de bebê por toda parte, e senti uma pressão no peito.

Como eu poderia esconder tudo isso, de Gabriel?

Eu deveria contar a Harry sobre esse bebê ?

Como eu faria para continuar guardando esse segredo de todos?

  Harry

Estava no meio de uma explicação sobre princípios éticos e a conduta esperada dos advogados quando a porta da sala se abriu,  eu soube que algo estava errado antes mesmo de ver o rosto do assistente do reitor, meu coração pulou no peito,  as palavras quase ficaram presas na minha garganta.

— Professor Styles, o reitor gostaria de falar com você, agora — a voz dele ecoou pela sala, firme, profissional.

Os alunos murmuraram, surpresos, e eu acenei com a cabeça, tentando esconder o pânico que ameaçava me engolir.

Respirei fundo, não havia como evitar, eu sabia que esse momento chegaria, os olhos dos alunos seguiam cada movimento meu enquanto eu arrumava os papéis sobre a mesa, meu reflexo no quadro mostrava um homem aparentemente no controle, mas por dentro, eu sentia o suor escorrendo pela nuca,  minha respiração estava mais curta do que deveria.

— Vou pedir que revisem os capítulos indicados. Continuaremos na próxima aula — minha voz saiu estranhamente estável, mas eu sentia que, a qualquer momento, o chão poderia ceder.

Saí da sala, seguindo o assistente pelo corredor, cada passo um martelo no meu peito.

Ele sabe?

O reitor estava investigando, os rumores haviam crescido e agora tinham um alvo, um professor jovem, era a nova informação sobre esse rumor.

Subimos as escadas até o escritório do reitor, a cada lance de degraus, o nó na minha garganta apertava mais, quando chegamos à porta do reitor, ele estava atrás da mesa, me observando com uma expressão inabalável, que não me dava margem para qualquer leitura.

— Styles, por favor, sente-se. — Ele indicou a cadeira à minha frente com um gesto controlado, o rosto severo.

Meu corpo parecia mais tenso que nunca ao me sentar, ele não começou com cordialidades, como fazia nas reuniões habituais.

Isso era diferente.

— Tenho certeza de que você já ouviu os rumores que têm se espalhado pela universidade — Ele começou, sem rodeios. — Boatos sobre um professor jovem envolvido com uma aluna.

Senti o chão se abrir sob meus pés, forcei-me a manter uma expressão neutra, mas meu corpo estava em alerta, aquele não era um questionamento comum, o reitor não estaria me chamando aqui por um simples boato, ele estava realmente investigando a fundo tudo isso e me apavorava.

— Sim, eu ouvi. — Minhas palavras saíram mais fracas do que eu esperava, então respirei fundo e continuei — Mas não acredito que tenham algo a ver comigo.

Ele me olhou com uma calma inquietante, ele estava tentando me ler, esperando qualquer sinal de hesitação.

— Harry, quero que entenda que esta é uma situação extremamente séria para a universidade, não toleramos esse tipo de comportamento, eu sei que você é um professor jovem ... — Ele fez uma pausa, suspirando pesadamente. — Não é segredo que lutei para que você conseguisse essa vaga.

Essas palavras me atingiram como um soco no estômago, o peso da confiança que ele havia depositado em mim agora parecia uma corda apertando ao redor do meu pescoço.

— Eu sei disso, reitor — respondi, sentindo minha garganta secar. — Eu sou muito grato por tudo que fez por mim e é por isso que posso garantir que não tenho nada a ver com esses rumores.

Ele me olhou por alguns segundos, como se estivesse considerando minhas palavras, então, ele se levantou, caminhando lentamente até a janela.

— Harry, você é um bom professor. — Sua voz agora estava mais suave. — E é por isso que ficaria extremamente desapontado se algo assim fosse verdade, não apenas desapontado, mas... traído.

Eu senti um frio subir pela espinha, o reitor se virou para mim, dessa vez seus olhos estavam mais duros.

— Os boatos... as denúncias... estão ficando cada vez mais frequentes e  agora estão mencionando nomes. — Ele voltou a se sentar, com o olhar fixo no meu rosto. — Recebi informações de que o professor envolvido é jovem, isso limita o grupo de suspeitos e você, Harry, é um dos nossos professores mais jovens.

Senti o suor escorrer pela nuca, meu estômago revirou, eles estão chegando perto demais, as paredes pareciam se fechar ao meu redor, eu olhei rapidamente para a aliança em meu dedo, o lembrete silencioso da vida que eu estava tentando desesperadamente proteger. 

— Reitor, eu sou casado. — Minhas palavras saíram firmes, mais do que eu esperava. — Tenho uma esposa e duas filhas e mais uma a caminho, eu jamais colocaria minha família em risco por algo assim.

— Harry, um casamento e uma família nunca impediu alguém antes, isso não prova nada.— Ele inclinou-se para frente, seus olhos agora fixos nos meus, com uma intensidade que me fazia suar frio. — E não vou mentir, estou pessoalmente descontente em ter que colocar você nessa posição, a última coisa que eu quero é que esses rumores sejam verdadeiros, mas, eu preciso ser honesto... Se algo vier à tona, as consequências serão graves para esse professor.

— Eu entendo — respondi, tentando soar calmo, mesmo com o peso da ameaça explícita. — Não há nada que precise vir à tona, não comigo, eu estou comprometido com meu trabalho e com minha família. — Meu olhar voltou a se fixar na aliança, como se aquilo pudesse me ancorar.

O reitor respirou fundo novamente, ele parecia genuinamente afetado pela situação, como se, por mais que quisesse acreditar em mim, não pudesse se dar ao luxo de arriscar.

— Harry, quero que saiba que não estou fazendo isso porque quero, eu gosto de você e é por isso que quero dar a você a oportunidade de ser honesto comigo, agora, antes que a situação piore, se houver qualquer coisa, qualquer detalhe que precise ser esclarecido... este é o momento.

O peso daquela oferta era sufocante.

Ele estava me dando uma saída, uma chance de aliviar o peso da culpa.

Mas eu sabia que não podia ceder.

Não aqui, não agora.

— Não há nada, reitor — insisti, minha voz baixa, mas firme. — Eu realmente espero que a investigação esclareça tudo isso e nós possamos focar no que realmente importa, o aprendizado de nossos alunos.

Ele me observou por mais alguns segundos, como se estivesse esperando que eu mudasse de ideia, mas quando ficou claro que não diria mais nada, ele finalmente assentiu, levantando-se da cadeira.

— Certo, então, mas saiba que estarei acompanhando isso de perto. — Ele caminhou em direção à porta, me indicando que eu estava dispensado.

O ar parecia mais pesado enquanto eu me levantava da cadeira e me dirigia para a porta, quando finalmente saí da sala e a porta se fechou atrás de mim, soltei um suspiro alto, o corredor à minha frente parecia interminável, eu estava cada vez mais perto do abismo e não tinha ninguém para culpar além de mim mesmo.

Eu precisava de respostas.

E sabia onde começar.

Lily.

E o que eu tinha a perder agora?

Tudo estava prestes a ruir de qualquer jeito.

O corredor estava quase vazio quando a vi Lily saindo da biblioteca, ela sabia demais e pior, provavelmente tinha sido ela quem espalhou os rumores que estavam me destruindo pouco a pouco, eu tenho certeza disso.

Não podia deixar isso continuar, com o coração batendo forte, eu dei alguns passos rápidos até alcançá-la.

— Lily! — Minha voz saiu mais áspera do que eu pretendia. — Espere.

Ela parou de caminhar, virando-se lentamente para mim, assim que viu que era eu seus olhos se reviraram.

— Professor. — Respondeu sem nenhum estusisamo.

— Posso ajudar em alguma coisa? — Cruzou os braços.

Eu me aproximei mais, tentando manter a calma, mas minha paciência estava por um fio.

— Você está por trás disso, não está? — Eu tentava manter minha voz baixa para que ninguém me ouvisse além dela.  — Os boatos... você contou para alguém, não contou?

Ela ergueu uma sobrancelha, claramente divertindo-se com a situação.

— Boatos? Que boatos?

— Lily, eu não sou idiota e não se faça de desentendida, você sabe exatamente do que estou falando, se você está se vingando, espalhando para todo mundo algo que nem é seu, eu quero saber por quê.

— Você realmente está tão desesperado com isso? — Ela soltou uma risada. 

— Fale logo a verdade, esses boatos, foi você? —  Minha paciência estava acabando, o medo de tudo desmoronar sobre mim só piorava minha irritação.

— Eu não preciso dizer nada, Harry,  você mesmo está cavando sua própria cova.

— Lily, se for você, você não tem ideia do que está fazendo. — Eu senti o sangue ferver.

— Ah, mas eu tenho. — Respondeu em um sorriso sarcástico. — Eu sei exatamente o que você fez com Aurora e para ser sincera, não me surpreende que você esteja paranoico agora! Alguém como você... achando que pode brincar com a vida das pessoas achou mesmo que podia sair impune?

— Isso não é um jogo, Lily.  — Eu dei um passo mais perto, olhando diretamente em seus olhos.

— Para você, talvez não seja. — Ela deu de ombros com uma leve risada. — Mas assistir você suar frio? Estar tão desesperado a ponto de vir falar comigo? Isso tem sido uma verdadeira diversão.

— Então você está fazendo isso por vingança? Está espalhando os boatos para me ferrar porque acha que eu mereço?

  — Eu não preciso sujar minhas mãos com isso, Senhor Styles, você mesmo está se destruindo, um homem com uma consciência pesada sempre acaba caindo e pelo estado que você está só está acelerando o processo.

As palavras dela me atingiram como um soco.

Ela tinha razão, eu estava tão desesperado que mesmo que não fosse sobre mim, eu poderia ser pego se continuasse a surtar assim, eu precisava manter a calma, mas ainda assim, o medo de ser exposto, de perder tudo, me mantinha preso nesse ciclo.

— Você acha que sabe tudo sobre mim. — Murmurei, tentando me recompor. — Mas eu tenho uma família, Lily e se for você que está brincando com isso, você está ferrado não só com a minha vida, mas de outras pessoas que não merecem isso.

— Uma família? — Ela riu alto, o som ecoando pelo corredor vazio.  — Você realmente acha que isso faz de você uma vítima? Engraçado... Eu só vejo um hipócrita, que se esconde atrás de uma aliança para justificar suas mentiras, não me venha com essa de família, Harry, por que não pensou nela enquanto fodia a vida da minha amiga? Você ao menos pensou nela? Você fez sua escolha. — Ela me observou por mais alguns segundos, seu olhar penetrante, avaliando cada reação minha. — Sabe, não sou eu que vai te destruir, você já está fazendo sozinho, mas vai ser interessante assistir de perto. — Com isso, ela se virou e começou a se afastar, mas antes de desaparecer no corredor, virou-se uma última vez, com um sorriso amargo.  — Boa sorte com isso, professor, vai precisar.

E então ela se foi.

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