#best friend harry

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Best Friend Haz and Reader are so cute!! Do they just stay friends or is there a relationship involved👀

Tastes So Sweet*

warnings: smut, oral f receiving(munchrry), lil bit of subrry, protected sex

pairing: best friend harry x reader

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Closing his front door behind him, Harry follows YN into his home, the both of them taking their shoes off by the door before making their way further in. They don’t even make it 5 feet before they’re on each other, Harry pressing his lips to YN’s and her body to the wall adjacent the door. Pulling away, their chests are heaving as Harry looks down at her with so much adoration in his eyes before he speaks up.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Harry whispers against her lips, and she pulls away with a bashful smile before pressing her lips to his once more. This time, though, the kiss is much hungrier than the last, and Harry pulls her closer, running his hands down to her lower back, just beneath the hem of her shirt. Now, it’s him that pulls away from the heated kiss, a smug smile on his face as he looks down at her.

“Did that make you feel nice? Y’like when I compliment you?” he teases, gently taking her bottom lip between his teeth and earning him an annoyed whine from her. From the way she’s begun shifting on her feet he can tell that her thighs are pressed tightly together to provide herself with some relief to where she’s getting wet for him.

YN just playfully shoves his shoulder but he doesn’t budge, his tone becoming darker as his hands travel lower and lower. “I asked you a question, Petal. I need an answer or I’ll be taking care of myself tonight,” he warns, humming in satisfaction when she practically melts at his tone.

“Yes, it made me feel nice,” she murmurs, hooking her thumbs into his belt loops just to be gently pulled away seconds later.

“Well cmon then, I’ve got some more compliments,” he teases, and she chuckles at his lame joke as he begins to drag her down the hallway toward his bedroom. When they arrive he doesn’t even bother closing the door behind them before he’s helping her out of her clothes -stopping for a moment to admire how fucking pretty she looks in just a bra and panties- and ridding himself of his own.

He’s then helping her to the centre of the bed and on her back, climbing between her legs. He wraps his arms around her thighs for support. “How are you this gorgeous? A right angel, all for me,” he whispers, not wasting anymore time on words before he buries his face between her soft thighs. He immediately begins to lick and suck at her sodden folds, and the amount of pleasure so quickly scares YN just a bit, her hands flying to his hair and yanking, but not enough to hurt him.

“Just can’t get enough of you; taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against her, taking her swollen clit back into his mouth the moment he’s finished speaking. The both of them are drowning in pleasure, the sweetest sounds leaving her puffy lips. Each time she squirms above him he just pulls her even closer, burying his face so far into her that he can’t breathe.

He sucks and licks at her like a starved man, groaning against her, simply from her taste and the pleasure she’s receiving herself. She’s above him completely boneless as she lets him have his fill, and soon her legs are shaking around his head and her back arching as she nears the end. Words fail her as sobs of pure pleasure have begun to fall from her lips as she tries to warn him but can’t, her orgasm wracking her body almost unexpectedly.

She’s fallen silent as she rides it out against his face, the only sounds in the room being Harry’s groans and the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up every bit of what she has to give him. He keeps his mouth on her until she’s completely limp save for the occasional aftershocks that make her legs twitch on either side of his head, and he’s sitting up with a shiny chin and a leaking cock.

His hands have now found her hips as he begins to gently run them all over her body, whispering sweet words to keep her grounded as she catches her breath. When she catches her breath, he sits back on his heels as she pulls herself into a sitting position, and he just watches closely as she moves closer to him before spitting into her palm and taking his aching cock into her hand.

She takes a moment to admire him, hard and weepy, just for her, and strokes him slowly a few times to test the waters before he begins to grow impatient.

“Please, let me have you,” he whimpers, bucking his hips into her fist with an impatient whine. He feels his stomach clench in pleasure when she simply runs her thumb over his weepy tip, his head falling back and tears building in his eyes from the teasing. “‘m gonna cum if you don’t stop, please,” he begs once again, choking on a moan when she bends down between his thick thighs and replaces her thumb with her tongue.

Running her tongue through the mess he’s made of himself, she hums in satisfaction when he tries to buck his hips toward her face but is stopped by her hands. She decides to indulge for a few more moments before she’s pulling off him with an audible pop, moving to the centre of the bed.

Harry can only watch her with a heaving chest as she spreads herself open for him, his cock twitching painfully from the teasing and anticipation. He could cry when she finally gives him permission, and he’s making quick work of grabbing the condom from behind him and sliding it on, a small whimper leaving his lips from the stimulation he’s provided himself.

He wastes no more time before climbing on top of her and lining himself up with her. He slides in as slowly as possible, and when he bottoms out his arms immediately shake before giving out and his head falls into the crevice between her face and shoulder, his body shuddering at the warmth and snugness of her. The weight on top of her has him nestled right against her g-spot, and when she lets out the sweetest moan he’s ever heard, it takes everything in him not to fill the condom right then, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels himself nearing his orgasm.

They just lie there connected in the most intimate way for a few moments until he can feel like he can move without blowing inside her, his hips rutting against hers as he begins to slowly fuck her. Their close proximity only aides in the progression of their orgasms, his pelvis brushing against her swollen clit, causing her to flutter around him from how sensitive she still is.

It only spurs him on, and he picks up the pace just a bit without changing the depth or angle in hopes it will get her there quicker. “Feel so good,” he murmurs against her neck, and beneath her sounds of pleasure he can hear the sound of their bodies connecting, he can feel her wetness against his pelvis as he brings the both of them closer.

“‘m gonna cum,” he hears her gasp right beside his ear, her arms wrapping around his upper back in an attempt to bring him closer to her.

“Please, please give it to me,” he whines against her. Moments later he feels her body go rigid and a long, drawn out moan leaves her lips as she finally cums around him, the feeling sending him over the edge as well. Harry feels his stomach clench and his balls draw up before all of his pent up release drains from his body, his warm cum flooding the condom. He can only sob against her damp skin and rut his hips against her as he works every last drop of cum from himself, pushing himself as deep as he can go as he twitches inside of her until he’s empty.

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“There y’are.”

Y/N squealed as she felt hands haul her backwards, melting into his broad chest as she was greeted with a smattering of kisses against her cheek. A squeaking noise left her lips as a tiny giggle erupted against her will, her messenger bag falling off of her shoulder, large hands settling against her soft stomach. The tip of his nose was cold but it gave her the shivers, nudging her warm skin. He must have been waiting outside the building for a bit for her class to end. He had said he would be waiting for her but she had been searching out his car- not his being.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Y/N huffed, trying to meld back into the grumpy version of her that had been left in bed earlier this morning. She committed to the bits she had, that was something she was dedicated to. “Rude. It’s freezing out here, are you crazy?”

The temperatures had started their unfortunate yearly drop a bit earlier this year, but Harry didn’t see much of a problem with it now that he had someone to snuggle with in the early mornings. When she hadn’t woken up yet and snored softly, wheezy noises came from her peaceful body and her body soaked in every bit of his ‘furnace like’ body heat she had complained about when the weather had been warmer. She would curl further into him these days, sticking her cold feet in between his legs and hiding herself under the covers and letting his head peek out to ‘watch for danger’ while she hid in his chest. He had never known how much the little things really did add up.

“Crazy for you, my love.” He cooed, meaning every word of it. He also knew it would get the little gag from her, pretending she hated his mushy, gushy words and how much of a complete and utter sap he was. He would pretend he believed the act. “C’mon, you love it.” he let her turn in his arms, his grin wide on his face. Y/N could see his flushed cheeks and pink nose from standing out in the cold instead of the warmth of his car to pick her up and she felt that little burst of fondness move through her tummy up to her chest. Leaning up, she graced him with a chaste peck to his lips. “I love you. Not your gross mushy stuff. And m’still annoyed with you.”

She wasn't. She was milking it and they both knew that, but as Harry usually did, he went along with her little faux tantrum.

“I had to leave for class this morning, dove.” His exhaled was soft, the warm breath against her lips making her nose crinkle before pulling back and folding her hand with his. “You’re the one who’s been telling me how important it is for me to go.”

“Since when did you listen to me?” She scoffed. “You could have blown it off and spent the morning with me. It was so cold. I was all alone when I woke up again.” Y/N pouted just a little bit and he couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head as he tugged on their joined fingers to lead her towards his car. “Like the damn arctic. Your big, hairy, manly furnace body had taken all the heat. For what? For class you don’t even like?”

“Well, first of all, it’s quite literally your fault it’s freezing. You insist on the bloody fan being on all night long and leaving the window open a crack because you ‘fall asleep better cold and warmed by me’ so… you can’t blame me for that. However, the second thing? It’s not like I wanted to. I had to. I’ve been slacking off ever since you’ve moved in.” He joked, nudging her arm with his own. It was his own doing, really, and he knew it. He needed to be better about it but he often slacked off of classes because it was a lot more appealing to soak in the syrupy kisses and soft, dreamy whispers she could give him. Y/N freshly woken up - in the right way- was the softest he could get her without being the one to fuck it out of her.

They were quite a way into their relationship now, months and months under their belts when they’d finally decided to move into Harry’s place together. His was the choice because it had far more space and their landlord would allow pets. Something Y/N wanted desperately when they graduated and had more time to dedicate to one. His space had truly become theirs over the last few months. It had been littered with her things for ages now but he had never seen so many hair ties and bobby pins in his life. Never knew how many pairs of socks two people went through in a wash, never knew how much bathroom space she could take up. Thank god he had two bathrooms. She had effectively booted him from the master.

Harry didn't mind though. If it meant having her there, he was happy. He didn’t need personal space when it came to Y/N. She was his other half. His soul mate in every sort of way.

Living together officially had taught him a lot of little things about her. She had different shampoos and conditioners for different ‘phases’ of hair washes. She bought razors in bulk, the pink and blue ones, until Harry had convinced her to go for a more sustainable one with refillable cartridges. She had an addiction to the sugar scrubs of different scents or ‘flavors’ as she insisted they call them. She hated wet bath mats and always changed it because stepping on a wet mat ruined her night. She sometimes neglected to properly wash the toothpaste out of the sink when she was in a rush but she got upset about it once so he decided to clean it whenever he noticed. The little things mattered quite a bit to him, he was finding out more and more.

“Ugh.” Y/N grunted. “We’re almost done. You can take some participation points. Especially when I was planning on doing some dirty shit this morning and you ruined all my plans.” her pout was now morphing into a teeny smirk, knowing that would get him. Y/N had harped on the importance of going to class but now that they lived together, it felt a lot different. Waking up without harry felt astonishingly sad, as dramatic as that was. She liked to be a bit indulgent in her mornings now, rarely waking before him but hoping for the opportunity to see his floppy hair and the stubble that grew overnight to give him a bit of that rugged look. His sleepy eyes when he woke up and his big cat like stretch that he did once he was awake enough to feel the stiffness in his joints. Those things had her falling deeper in love with him.

She had been unsure how sex would be after they confessed their love, but if anything? It had gotten even better. Miles better. The full trust, the lack of secret feelings and fully letting them bloom and plant more seeds of love in every single time they joined that way, it had improved their connection. Sex with feelings was so much better than anything else they'd experienced. Plus, there was no fear in asking to try something out. Kinks, experiments, anything. Sex had a new meaning between the both of them.

Harry was quiet for a moment which she knew was him internally cursing.

“Well you didn’t tell me that.” He replied, a bit strained. “You just told me not to leave and you’d be cold in that sad, sweet little morning voice and broke my heart a little. I didn’t know you were planning on being a dirty little minx.”

“I’m always planning on being a dirty little minx, Harry. Keep up.”

Y/N still kept him on his toes. She kept him close, but popped him on the ass to keep things exciting. Harry ate every bit of it up. Every sassy remark, every eye roll, every sweet secret snuggle under the covers. He had fallen in love with her when she gave him the most shit, when she poked fun of him and smacked his ass when he walked past, when she would take the piss out of him for the matching mugs he bought at the shops but used hers every day. Y/N’s personality had many layers and he loved each and every one as she uncovered them to him. She wasn’t just his lover- she was his best friend.

“I’m trying, baby. I’m always gonna try.”

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“It was bad enough when you two were macking on each other when you were drunk. Seeing it sober is going to make me need to bleach my eyes.” Niall groaned, pressing the pint to his face as if to mask him from their chaste pecks.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the man, turning back to Harry and grabbing his cheeks in her hands before planting a real kiss on his mouth. It was out of spite, yes, but she would never say no to an opportunity to kiss Harry. The man took it in stride, placing his own bottle down and hooking a hand around the back of her neck with a pleased yet surprised hum as he leaned down to keep up with her. It was when tongue was visible and Harry let out a groan that Niall began to make his protess loud.

“Oi! Enough! Enough! Is this a softcore porno? Give it a rest!” He hissed, making the rest of the table chuckle.

“You kind of asked for it, Ni. They were being cute before and you had to make a snide comment. You know how Y/N is.” Sarah laughed, leaning into Mitch with a shake of the head.

Y/N pulled away from Harry with an audible pop, looking over to the man. “If you kept your mouth shut and let me say hello to my boyfriend in peace instead of groaning and moaning like a little bitch like you do every time, perhaps I wouldn’t have to do it.” She shrugged. Pulling her sweater sleeve over her thumb, she turned back to Harry and wiped a bit of lip gloss from the corners of his lips. As pretty as he looked with glossy lips, the shade she was wearing didn't suit his skintone today. His olive undertones had said thanks, but no thanks.

“I never would have thought that Y/N would turn into a mushy and soft girl for anyone. She hated men before Harry.” Adam admitted, which was honestly the thoughts of a lot of the group. Y/N hadn’t been a very warm and fuzzy person but with Harry, she allowed herself to be visibly sweet and vulnerable in a way that made them all genuinely happy for them. Harry had looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars even before they got together, the both of them oblivious to those feelings, but she had been the shocker.

“Uh, don’t get it messed up. I still hate them. Not Harry, like every basic girl will say, but he knows and will be paying for his crimes. He knows.” she shrugged, lifting his arm and snuggling into his warmth. Her own drink was half finished but she preferred to cuddle up with him. He had a long three days of classes and work after so she hadn’t gotten much time with him. She wasn’t going to skimp on giving him a kiss because she knew Niall would groan and complain.

Harry was smart, simply nodding and raising the drink Y/N had ordered for him. He didn’t mind letting Y/N take the lead for this sort of thing. She didn’t need him defending their honor when she did it so easily and very, very well.

“I know when to keep my mouth shut, mate. You should give it a try.” He snickered at Niall who rolled his eyes.

“You are whipped. The mighty have fallen. You’re a househusband as it is, I can’t believe it. Like a little puppy, you follow her around. If it wasn’t cute, I’d be having an intervention.” Niall fake gagged again. His banter with Y/N about their relationship was a frequent thing at this point and they were all used to it, their heads pin-ponging back and forth as they spoke.

“I can not wait until you fall in love, Niall. I will take every single opportunity to remind you of these words right here.” Harry sighed dreamily. “I am going to tell your lover exactly what you said and they will probably take the piss right along with me. I hope you get t’fall in love like I have. It’s my wish for all my mates.”

“I will never be as sappy as you, H. Never. Mark my words right here and now. Y/N has some sort of spell over you and I applaud her for that, but no one is going to turn me into that pile of goo you turn into whenever she calls you ‘baby.” The man snickered but everyone else around them smirked knowingly. Niall put up a good front, but when it came down to it.. They would all see.

“Trust me, I am. It’s marked and set. I will come back to this conversation one day and you will eat those words.”

The night continued as usual, but Y/N felt more needy than usual. Her affection was more blatant, both to annoy Niall and make him slightly uncomfortable being one of the only single ones in the group now, but also having missed Harry quite a bit. Her cheek rested against the soft fabric of his jumper, his shoulder broad and a good thing to relax on. Her hand held his firmly as she stayed quiet, observing him interact with their friends. Seeing him simply exist as a human was so fascinating to her. Y/N wasn’t always a major talker and Harry didn’t mind. He kept his routine of checking in, making sure she was okay and pressing kisses to the crown of her head in between lulls of conversation. Even distracted, he was attentive to her emotions.

“Y’good?” he whispered against her hair. “I want to go home in a few minutes. The shift kicked my ass and I need some quiet. That's okay with you?” Harry would stay longer if she wanted but he could tell she wanted to go home. They’d been more and more busy lately so meeting up wasn’t as frequent as their friends would like, so both of them had said they needed to make more of an effort. It was easy for them both to spend all of their free time with each other and forget about other socializing. They were truly best friends, so time together at home was their first choice most of the time. Harry had always been more social than her though, so she put thought into that when they had first started dating for real and made sure to plan meetings with friends when she could. She didn’t want them to resent them together because they were now dating and attached at the hip.

It had worked quite well. Everyone had gotten busier though, so it was more understandable now. Y/N was selfish with Harry and he with her, though. They’d had enough socializing for a while now that they’d been in a bar for a hair too long. Y/N was itching to get home to their quiet and peaceful home they’d been curating together and spend time together alone. Navigating the time spent between school, work and friends hadn’t been easy, no, but it had 1000% worth it. Harry was worth every single effort she could make.

Harry's deep voice broke her out of her thoughts, his hand slipping out from behind her to hold her own, standing up to help her up. “Let’s get out of here and have some wine at home, hm?”

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“Isn’t it crazy?” Y/N asked softly as they curled up naked on the couch yet again. His fingers twirled damp strands of hair as he turned to look at her eyes, slightly hooded as they recovered from a lazy, dirty fuck. One of his absolute favorites. Freshly shower Y/N coming into the living room where he had been on his laptop, dropping her towel and standing there with an arched eyebrow. She was his for the taking, so naturally he snapped the top of the laptop closed and lifted his hips up to dispose of his sweats.

“What, my love?” He asked, still a bit groggy from the post orgasm haze. She had done that thing with her hips and he had cum quite hard. In fact, he was still inside of her, keeping all his cum snug and safe. They’d need to get up in a few moments, but he was relishing in keeping himself warm inside of her. That being said- he hadn’t full been paying attention to what she said.

“Just said that we were two idiots and we almost lost each other because we had communication issues. Well…” she paused. “I did. I got scared. For a bit I thought you were too good for me. Sometimes I still think that. But I was so scared of the possibility, so against being hopeful that I was dumb on purpose. Waiting to be hurt when I didn’t have t’be.” her cheek was stuck against his slightly sticky chest, fingers brushing through the thin dusting of chest hair between his pecs. He had started to leave it alone once she mentioned how sexy she found it.

“I do think it’s crazy. But I was the same way. At least we were idiots together, yeah?” His laugh vibrated against her cheek. “We had to confront it sometime. We’ve gotten loads better at talking since then, too. You n’me, a dream team. No more hiding stuff, unless it’s the times you go about and drink the last of the orange juice and try and gaslight me to say I did it.” He snorted, making Y/N groan.

“One time. That was one time, and I genuinely forgot because I was hammered.” Y/N defended. “We have gotten better though. I only threaten to break up with you twice a day, probably.” It was an ongoing joke that neither of them were bothered by. Y/N threatened him with it for sneezing one too many times in a row. They both knew they were never going to break up.

“Mhm… Can threaten it as much as you want, but we both know you’re gonna be my wife.” his finger gently brushed the bridge of her nose. “Soon m’gonna lock you down. Ring so heavy you’re cemented to the floor, all of that.” The discussion of marriage had already been had. Harry wanted to wait until they were settled in jobs, at least him, wanted to find a place they wanted to be. Probably close to his family since she had been welcomed into it so easily and was in cahoots with his sister. It was brutal, his two biggest protectors and bullies wrapped into one.

“So what is the point of this one?” Her hand raised in the air, the gold and blue gem sparkling against her skin.

“That’s just the promise, my love. The real ring for the real question will be much bigger.” He smiled, bringing the hand to his mouth and pressing a smooth kiss to her ring finger. The promise ring had been given just a month ago, promising her that he was devoted to her. To their future. They were finishing school and he wanted them to finish and for him to be able to make more to save up for the ring she deserved. The one on her hand hadn’t been cheap, no, but he had caught her looking on etsy at it multiple times before closing the browser. He had surprised her after a nice dinner and a drive down to the boardwalk to let her know just how devoted he was to her.

“I mean.. Don’t go too crazy, H. I need to be able to use my hands with it on every day.” Y/N warned. Harry loved to spoil the shit out of her. It always had made her a mix of giddy and uncomfortable. Happy to be thought of, that he cared that much and loved her enough to want to take care of her and get her things, but unable even still to fully let go of the slight guilt of him spending money on her. The one soothing factor was how happy he got to do it. To give her things and see her reaction, his wide smile when she gasped or thanked him over and over again. It seemed neither of them were truly ever disappointed, even when she teased him about the gifts.

“Sorry. I’m gonna go crazy. As big as I can go while being practical. I need a warning signal for all around that you’re mine, taken, and loved. People already try t’mug me off and flirt with you as it is. They’ve got t’get a clue.” he was partially kidding. “But really, you deserve it. Deserve an expensive, pretty ring. Gorgeous ring for my gorgeous girl. I’m plotting and scheming behind the scenes, my darling. Don’t worry too much about it.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before closing her eyes. His fingers were gently tugging at her hair as he played with it, another few kisses pressed to her hand before he placed their joined palms back on his chest. “Dunno why you’re laughing, baby. I’ve told you many times that m’gonna spend my whole life making sure that flame in your heart keeps getting bigger and hotter. Want my fiery girl to feel loved and confident every damn day of her life. So its not a joke, it’s a promise. You’re going to get the nice ring and whatever sort of wedding you want one day. We’re gonna spend a few weeks traveling across Europe for our honeymoon because that’s what you want t’do, and you’re going to be the first thing I see when I wake up every morning. Sounds like the perfect trade off.”

Harry knew it was a privilege to love her. He had always felt lucky that she had decided he was cool and funny enough to be her friend and then had managed to become her best friend. Now he was her lover, her confidant, her one day husband. He hadn’t known how he managed to get this lucky but he would never take it for granted.

The phrase of if he wanted to, he would, often hung over her head because it was true. Harry and this relationship had proved that to her time and time again. He was never too tired, never annoyed to do things for her. He thought of things on his own, he surprised her, he respected her time and space. Y/N didn’t need to ask for much because they were usually on the same page.

“I love you.” She whispered, lifting her head up enough to kiss his jaw. “Love you more than anything. Even if you’re a sappy, cheesy little thing. I’m really lucky to be loved by a man like you, H.”

“There’s no one else I want to love, Y/N. It’s always been you.”

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i need a hug.

bestfriend!harry x oc (jas) /wattpad link

in which Jas just needs a hug, and who better to give her a hug than her best friend, Harry.

warnings: none.

word count: 1.3k words.

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third person pov.

"I need a hug." was all Jas had to text before Harry quickly situated himself in his car to drive to her house.

He could care less that she lived an hour away or that he would be driving in the pouring rain. His best friend needed him and he was going to be there.

"I'm on my way." Harry sent back before setting off.

It was six o'clock in the evening and the sky was already dark. The drivers on the road were driving like they lost their minds. 

Harry lowered the radio as a means to help him stay focused on the road.

He didn't want to end up in a car accident and have to explain what took him so long to Jas.

Meanwhile, Jas was sitting on her bed, wiping her tears away and smiling to herself. She didn't believe Harry when he said he was coming, but she thought his response was cute.

Jas: thank u stink. can't wait to see you soon. :) she sent back jokingly.

She waited a few minutes for a response, before putting her phone down to make some tea.

Once she had finished making her tea, she checked her phone again. Still no response. 

"Weird..." she thought. Harry was usually a fast responder. Unless he told her that he was going to be busy, he would usually respond within five minutes.

Just then, Jas heard thunder roll outside. She peaked out the patio door to her apartment and saw the pouring rain. 

Jas smiled contently to herself. This was her kind of weather. It was the perfect weather for her to snuggle up with a blanket and read a romance novel.

She quickly dashed over to the couch, pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, and began to read. 

Jas had started reading a new book series called Shatter Me. It is a dystopian thriller with romantic themes so nevertheless, it peaked her interest.

Thirty minutes went by and still no response from Harry. Jas was getting really in to Juliette and Adam's story. Jas could easily relate to the longing to be touched. That's how she felt right now.

She just wanted to be touched. Not in a weird perverted way, but simply the comfort that comes with being held by a loved one was what she yearned for.

An hour had now gone by and Jas still hadn't heard back from Harry. It was unusual to say the least. She was beginning to get worried.

Jas: you okay? Nothing.

Jas: harry? Still nothing.

Jas: come on this isn't funny anymore... Once again, nothing.

Jas got got up and began to pace the floor. The bad weather mixed with the lack of response from Harry was truly beginning to worry her. She knew it was probably just her hormones still being worked up from crying earlier, but she couldn't help the bad feeling hanging over her.

She decided to give Harry a call.

"You've reached the voicemail box of 'Hello, it's Harry-'" Jas was sent straight to voicemail. Now she was really starting to panic. 

It's like when you know your parent(s) are supposed to be home at a certain time, but they're not home yet and you begin to imagine the worst case scenario.

Jas begins to dial Harry's number again. "You've reached the voi-" she hangs up the phone and tries again.

"You've reached the voice-" she hangs up the phone again. Just as Jas is about to dial his number again, a soft rap is heard at the door. She halts in her movement and peers skeptically at the clock.

7:34 PM was blinking back at her. Who was at her door when it was almost eight o'clock at night? Jas rounded the sofa and slowly made her way to the door. She peered through the peephole only to see a mildly wet Harry standing in the hall.

Jas quickly opened the door and gaped at the man in front of her. Harry stood there with a wide grin on his face as he took in her appearance.

"Harry, wha- what are you doing here?" Jas asked. Harry simply stood there and watched her. He looked deep in thought as if calculating his next move. 

Harry licked his lips before stepping towards Jas and wrapping his arms around her. He buried his face in her neck. He let his one arm snake around her waist, and held her tight for he knew that's how she liked to be hugged.

Jas could only stand there in shock, the phone calls since forgotten. Slowly, but surely she came back to reality. She was still reeling over the fact that her best friend had really driven an hour to her house just to give her a hug.

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry exhaled softly while running a hand throw Jas' kinky black hair.

They stood in the doorway like that for a minute, soaking each other in both figuratively and literally.

A shiver ran through Harry's body. Not just because his clothes were damp, but because it felt so surreal being here with Jas.

Jas sniffled and it caught Harry's attention. He pulled back to give her face a one over and make sure she was okay. He placed his hands on her cheek and gently wiped the tears away.

"There's no need to cry, baby. I'm right here." he said with a smile. Jas nodded realizing how ridiculous she probably looked.

"But how? How are you here? My message was just wishful thinking. I mean-" Harry softly shushed Jas' rambling.

"You called and I came. That's all that matters." he said tilting her head up so they could maintain eye contact.

Jas shook her head with a sigh before embracing Harry again. Harry let out a soft chuckle and returned the hug.

He reached out with his foot behind him and kicked the door shut. He then walked them over to the couch all while never letting go of their hug.

Jas giggled as Harry plopped them down on the couch. Jas is the first to let go of the embrace. She sits back and just looks at her best friend.

"You are something else, Harry." Harry shrugs with a soft smile. Jas places her head on Harry's lap. Harry combs through Jas' unruly hair and gives her a head massage. Jas smiles up at him contently. A beat goes by and they enjoy each other's company.

"Hey, listen," Harry begins, "I want you to know that anytime you call for me, I will always do my best to be there. If I can't physically be here with you, I'll try to reach you virtually." Harry continues to play with Jas' hair as he speaks.

"We don't even have to talk about what is bothering you. If me just being here is enough for you, then I will do that."

Once more, tears begin to brim in Jas' eyes.

"Aww, Harry, stop." she whines. "I've cried enough for one night and then you go and say the sweetest things all because I said I needed a hug."

Harry smiles as he leans down and rub their noses together.

"If I could, I'd hug you forever." he whispers. Their eyes run over each other's faces, soaking in each other's features. Harry leaned back knowing if they had stayed like that, he might do something he shouldn't.

You see, Harry has had a crush on Jas for a year or two now. He's watched her go out with men who don't deserve her—Harry's opinion—and have her heartbroken by said men. 

Does it hurt watching the woman you love go out with other people? By all means, but he doesn't let that interfere with the bond they've built so far.

Harry's in it for the long run and if all he can do for now is be a friend that Jas calls up when she needs physical affection then that is exactly what he'll do.

Their eyes never once left each other as Harry leaned back. Jas could visibly see Harry's eyes darkening in shade. She could feel her cheeks burning up at this.

Its moments like these that make the boundaries become blurred lines. Right now, Harry wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss Jas.

And who knows...maybe Jas wanted Harry to kiss her too.

[lilystyles]

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harry is sick and y/n takes care of him. (1.4k)

when not in rome

harry surprises y/n at her graduation. (2.1k)

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[harrystylesfan2686]

Deserve

Pairing: BestFriend!Harry x Reader

Summary: YN, Harry and another guy have been best friends for a long time and YN has always like the other guy but didn't say anything because she was overweight and though the guy didn't like him back but then he confesses.

AN: Harry doesn't really have much role in this one but I just wanted to write this because personal experience...

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I take out my key from my bag, walking up to my apartment door. I open the door and lur on the light. I gasp at the sight in front of me.

My living room is full of pink and red balloons with candles. A slow song is playing in the background. In the middle stands Hans with a Bouquet of roses.

Hans is my best friend, well, my other best friend. We are a trio of best friends, me, Harry and Hans. We have been best friends since we were 8. Harry and my moms are best friends so naturally we are too since we spend literally every day together from our birth. Hans came around in 1st grade.

We have been inseparable from the moment we met. We went through everything together. I saw them at their worst and held them close when they needed it and so did they. They were there for me when I cried or worked my ass out to lose weight when it got too much.

And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with Hans.

I have lost count of how many times I have cried to Harry because I can't show my real feelings of Hans. Now he stand in my house with roses and a smile that make me melt every time.

"Hans, what are you doing here?" I nervously chuckle, hoping to god this isn't a dream.

He comes closer to me since I seem to forget how to walk. "These are for you" He gives me the bouquet with a smile.

"T-thank you" I smell the flowers and look at him. "But why?"

"I have a confession to make." He says taking my free hand in his. My heart is beating very loudly and I'm breathing heavily.

"These past few months, ever since you had that... change in you." He hesitates looking at me. I know what he means, ever since I lost weight. "I have been feeling differently."

"I am starting to like you. More than a friend." He looks me in the eyes, something soft behind them.

Oh my God.

"This is too much, don't you think?" I point at our surroundings, filled with candles and balloons.

"Well you always liked grand gestures." He laughs.

He touches my cheek. "Harry told me." He doesn't need to explain for me to understand that he told him about my feelings. "I like you too, darling"

I forget how to breath when he put his forehead to mine. "Will you be my girlfriend, baby?"

I'm about to say yes when I get a strange feeling. I frown when I repeat his words in my head.

Ever since you had that... change in you. I have been feeling differently.

I suddenly get a huge flashback of mamories of everytime he made comments about my weight and told me I don't look good in things I wear. How he would look at me with disgust every time I wore something that showed my strech marked skin. He was so bad to me.

He doesn't deserve me.

I take a step back creating space between us when I realize it. He frowns in confusion.

"Y/N" He looks at me worriedly.

"No" I whisper giving him the bouquet back.

"What?" He says.

"No" I say firmly this time. "I won't be your girlfriend."

"Is this a joke." He laughs nervously but stops when he realizes I'm not kidding. "Why"

"Because I remember how rude you were to me about my weight." I look at him with a hard look. "If you didn't accept me at my worse, you don't deserve me at my best."

I don't wait for his reaction and turn back with tears in my eyes. I get out of the house leaving him in my living room. I don't turn to look at him one last time because I know if I do I might forget everything and take him back.

I drive straight to Harry's house without letting a tear drop and only cry in his arms letting in all the comfort he's giving. He tries to get me to talk but I can't get a word out so I just sob in his embrace.

I don't think everything will be the same again.

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[somecluelessidiot]

Remus: Keep an eye on James today. He's going to say something stupid to Regulus and get punched.

Sirius: Sure, I'd love to see James get punched.

Remus: Try again.

Sirius: I... will stop James from getting punched.

Remus: There you go.

[propussyslayer]

sirius: so what do you do for a living

remus: i hunt and kill zombies

sirius: the fuck no you don't

remus: have you ever seen one?

sirius: no?

remus: then you are fucking welcome

[toorumlk]

i just like drawing them being best friends

[daddiesdrarryy]

James & Regulus: *kissing*

Sirius: If this Firewhisky doesn’t knock me out, Moony, just hit me with the bottle

[gurugirl]

Use Me Up | boyfriend's best friend!h

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Summary: Harry's your boyfriend's best friend and he's very hard to resist.

Word Count: 7,072

Warning: smut, cheating, lying, alcohol consumption

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Look at him. Dark curls, soft green eyes, broad shoulders. All fit and tattooed with that dirty smirk aimed in your direction. It’d been like that all night. When no one was looking his eyes were on you.

Harry Styles. The object of desire for so many women. But the problem for you was that he was your boyfriend’s best friend. You should have been off-limits. He shouldn’t have even been taking part in your daydreams.

You rolled your eyes at him as Colin knocked his beer over.

Everyone had a couple too many drinks at that point. Your boyfriend, the worst off.

“Here,” you leaned down and righted the spilled can to halt the beer from pouring out.

Colin fell back into the couch and laughed as you got up to take the nearly empty can to the trash.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!”

“I actually think it’s time for a little water,” you countered.

Walking into the kitchen you took a breath and grabbed two cups for water. You needed some as well. You’d been hitting the strawberry lime seltzers kind of hard since you arrived at Ivy’s and you were feeling the alcohol.

“Need help?”

You turned to look over your shoulder as you shut off the faucet.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle this,” you laughed as you raised your hands, a cup of water in each.

Harry reached into the fridge to grab himself another beer, “All right. Was just being nice. You done drinking for the night?”

“Probably. Colin is for sure done. Gonna have to carry him home I think.”

“I’ll help you. I can tell he’s well past his limit. There’s no way you’re going to have an easy go of it with him. He’s like Gumby when he gets drunk.”

You laughed and Harry licked his lips as he watched you. You hated (but you loved it) when he licked his lips while he was looking at you. It elicited memories of the not-so-long-ago past.

. .

You arrived at Colin’s a little early but you knew Harry’d be there and he’d let you in until Colin showed up.

He got you a soda from the fridge and you both went into the living room where he showed you their new record player.

“It’s got great sound and check this out,” he pulled out an album and placed it over the turntable showing you how the tone arm lowered automatically and cycled the vinyl around to the perfect spot to begin at the first song.

“Oh, that’s cool!” You watched as he clicked a button and sound started playing through the speakers. It was an old popular 70s rock song, “The sound quality really is good.”

He snapped his fingers and began to move his hips as he grinned at you so you placed your soda down and mimicked him, swaying and laughing as you snapped your fingers.

Behind Harry’s grin, you saw something else. The way he licked his lips, his eyes traveled over your curves, and he slunk in closer as he moved to the music- it held some kind of intensity that you weren’t sure how to work out. One thing was for sure; Harry was a flirt and your boyfriend was not home.

“You’re cute,” Harry said it so flippantly as he jutted his chin up and kept his eyes on yours.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah right…”

But he did this thing that had you feeling a slurry of scorching lava under your fingertips as he bit into his bottom lip with his eyelids drooped gently, pupils winding over your hips while you continued to move and he pulled your hand into his, redirecting your flow until you were practically dancing in his arms.

“You know you’re cute. What are you doing dating Colin anyway?”

His hand wound over your hip as he kept his eyes on yours.

“I…” you laughed and shook your head. You weren’t sure what he was doing but it had you reeling. His heavy presence and deep voice, the music lulling you into surrender, his pretty bright eyes, that evil grin… It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d flirted with you in private.

“You’re too good for him, Y/n,” he spoke smoothly, his face nearing yours and his voice dripping with lusty deception.

“I doubt that, Harry,” you spoke just above a whisper as he slithered around you until his hands were holding your hips and your back was against his chest. You knew it was wrong. You knew you should have stopped but you didn’t want to.

And when you felt his breath on the back of your ear and he pressed his hips against your bum you softly gasped but made no move to stop him. He was too close and his lips were practically brushing against the shell of your ear as he kept swaying you in step with his movements, hips glued to your backside, and then he moaned. The sound vibrating off your neck and making goosebumps rise up on your skin.

You closed your eyes and settled your hands over his when he let out another graveled moan into your ear, “You like this don’t you? Need more attention from Colin than he can give you…”

It was true. You were a bit needy while Colin was a bit cold, aloof. But it’d always been that way with you two and you’d settled and gotten used to the way he was. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t miss attention. And Harry was suddenly filling in the small gaps left behind from Colin’s apathy.

But the moment you heard the keys in the door, Harry moved away from you just as deftly as he’d pulled you against his chest and acted like nothing had happened. 

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You forced Colin to drink his whole cup of water and by the time he’d finished he was already half asleep. It was time to go and Harry accompanied you.

“You don’t have to help,” you said as the three of you climbed into the back of a taxi together.

“Look at him, Y/n. What makes you think he’s gonna be able to walk to the door on his own? You certainly can’t carry him. Besides, I live at the same house and it was time for me to go as well. Saves us money anyway, yeah?”

You nodded. He had a point you supposed.

You were smushed between Harry and Colin in the backseat. Colin was like a limp noodle against you while Harry was warm and solid and somehow he took up so much more space than you imagined he would.

“You’re gonna stay over, right?” Harry looked down at you.

“I figured I would, yeah. It’s not a problem?”

Harry chuckled and looked out his window before putting his big palm over his thigh, knocking against your knee, “Of course it’s not a problem. I love it when you’re over.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off his pinky finger which was nudged against your jeans. You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if it was just because the space was so tight but you certainly didn’t mind it. Looking over at your boyfriend his mouth was dropped open and his eyes were closed. Out cold.

“He’s not waking up for the rest of the night,” Harry spoke quietly, his lips aimed toward your ear.

You gulped when Harry shifted the slightest, pressing his side into yours, and began moving his hand over his jeans-clad thigh, his pinky brushing over your own jeans-clad thigh.

When you arrived at the house, Harry pulled Colin out of the backseat and lifted him into his arms bridal style. You laughed at the sight and followed the men toward the door.

“Keys are in my front left pocket,” Harry said as he jutted his hips out and looked at you with a smirk.

You sighed and slid your fingers into his pocket, which was a bit tight, but you pushed in until you felt the metal and looped your finger into one of the key rings to pull at it.

Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth, “There you go, Y/n. Just like that.” Harry said it as if you were doing something naughty to him.

Unlocking the door you stepped in and held it open for Harry, who walked past you and took his best friend to his bed, laying his head on the pillow and then removed his boots. You watched from the doorway of Colin’s room as Harry took care of him, light shining into his room from the hallway.

Harry grunted when he pulled the last boot off and then got up to leave the room, closing the door behind himself.

You pointed toward the doorknob, “I’m probably just gonna call it a night actually.”

Harry pressed his lips together, hiding the grin that was trying to take over his features, “Nahh… stay up a little longer with me. Don’t go to bed yet.”

It was a terrible idea. You weren’t being forced to follow him away from Colin’s room. You weren’t being manipulated or deceived. You were curious, though. Wondered what might happen if given the chance.

You both had a bottle of water as you sat on the stool near the record player and Harry sat on the couch across from you, his legs spread apart.

“Why you all the way over there?” He licked his goddamn lips again as he looked at you with what could only be described as bedroom eyes; that half-lidded, sultry gaze.

 “I don’t know. I just sat here is all,” you shrugged and capped your water bottle before placing it on the floor by your feet.

“You got work tomorrow?” He asked as he crossed an ankle over his knee before his ring-clad fingers ran up and down his thick thighs.

“No. I don’t work Sundays. What about you?” You already knew the answer.

“Nope. Means we can stay up as late as we want. Colin won’t wake up til afternoon anyway. When he gets like this he’s a log.”

You laughed and nodded, “Yeah. I’ve seen him like this a few times. You’re right.”

“Why don’t you put a record on,” he gestured toward the turn table next to you.

You squatted down to go through the records, tracing your fingers over the dust jackets until you found one that had a mix of popular 70s songs, “You guys have a lot of 70s music.”

Harry crouched down next to you to see which album you were looking at, “S’cause these are all used and plus 70s music is pretty good, yeah?” He grinned at you, taking the record from your hands and stood up, “Want this one?”

You nodded and watched him put the vinyl on the record player and then hit the button for the music to begin. The song that started to play sounded like something instrumental at first but then you heard the first line Got a black magic woman…

Harry turned to look down at you and began bobbing his head and rolling his shoulders, moving to the music. You laughed at him. He was being a little goofy with his movements but the dimpled grin on his face was evidence that he was trying to make you laugh. You swung your arms then raised them over your head and spun around with your hips swaying.

You and Harry kept moving to the song and then he was behind you, singing the words to the song when you felt him moving in step with you, “She’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me… Don’t turn your back on me baby…”

You laughed as he sang just loud enough for you to hear his raspy voice in your ear.

“Is my singing funny to you,” you felt his hand on your arm, nudging you back toward him.

You turned to look back at him over your shoulder, “You’re just funny, Harry. You’re being goofy.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m goofy?” He held your arm as he pressed his chest into your back and continued singing, “Stop messin’ ‘round with your tricks…Don’t turn your back on me, baby… You just might pick up my magic sticks…”

You moved with the music and couldn’t help the cheesy grin on your face as he brought a hand down to your hip while his other stayed wrapped around your upper arm.

He sang his breathy words into your ear and it made your skin to heat but the way he was holding you against his body had your resolve crumbling. Not that you had much resolve to begin with.

“Yes, you got your spell on me, baby… Turnin’ my heart into stone… I need you so bad magic woman, I can’t leave you alone…”

You moaned, the top row of your teeth jammed into your bottom lips and he squeezed at your hip as his lips grazed against your ear.

You knew this would happen. When you were looking through the albums you wondered if he’d get up and dance with you. If he’d pull you into his arms and seduce you like he nearly did that time before. Or any of the other times he flirted with you or touched your skin, or whispered compliments into your ear when Colin wasn’t paying attention. There was only so much a girl could take when a man like Harry was coming on to her.

And who would ever know?

You raised your arms and drew your hands to the back of his neck as he continued swaying you in his arms, his crotch glued to your bum and you felt every bit of him pressed into you. His hot exhale on your neck was damp on your skin just before his pink lips found your flesh.

It sent a crackle of electricity through your spine as he began to kiss your soft skin slowly and when the song changed you found yourself being turned in his arms, all blurry and hot and thirsting when you felt his mouth smeared against yours.

He cradled the back of your head as his lips pressed plush kisses to your mouth and then his tongue slid over yours.

You’d stopped moving altogether and instead just stood next to the record player as the music played and you made out with Harry. If Colin walked in you didn’t know if you’d be able to even stop then. Harry’s lips and his tongue and his hands were rewiring your brain chemistry and all you wanted was him.

A cracked moan fell from your chest as Harry pulled away, his eyes locked on yours as he tugged at you, moving you toward his bedroom.

The Bill Withers song was still playing in the background as you were led to his room.

I want to spread the news… That if it feels this good getting used… Oh, you just keep on using me… Until you use me up…

He shut his door and the sound of the song was muffled but when he put his hands on your hips and his soft lips found yours you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled at him until you were both on his bed, limbs tangled and mouths wound together.

He rolled to his back and pulled you over his legs so you were straddling his thighs on top of him as you kept kissing and groaning into his mouth.

You could feel how hard he was in his jeans as you rolled your pelvis gently down and he hissed, “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna be able to stop, Y/n.”

You laughed into his mouth and pulled away to look down at him, “What are we doing, Harry?”

He let out a breathy chuckle as he kept a hold of your hips, “We’re doing something very bad is what we’re doing.”

Biting your lip you looked at his kiss-swollen mouth and back into his eyes, “We shouldn’t though, right? This is bad.”

He licked his lips, “We shouldn’t. But who’s gonna stop us?” His big hands moved down to your thighs. “What if it’s just our little secret? No one has to know.”

You dropped your lips back down over his in an unspoken agreement. No one ever had to know. It’d be your dirty little secret. A naughty indulgence to never be spoken of again.

When you felt his fingers smooth up to the bottom hem of your shirt you felt him tugging it upward. Halting the movement of your mouth against his you sat up and shucked it from your torso. His hands immediately found your tits as you unhooked the back of your bra and the moment your nipples were bare to him he sat up, one arm winding around your low back as his hand cupped your fleshy breast and he ducked to pull it into his mouth.

Wet saliva coated each of your tits as Harry wove his mouth back and forth on your skin and your nipples. You slid your fingers into his hair and moaned as he leaned you back further until your back was on his mattress and he was hovering over you, undoing your jeans button.

You looked up at him and pulled at his t-shirt. You wanted to see more of him. You’d seen his bare chest before. You’d seen him in just running shorts a few times. The man was ungodly. Tattoos, chiseled pecs, and soft abs with masculine hair scattered over his chest. Strong arms that could crush and thighs that allowed him the sort of endurance you were sure would come in handy that very night. He was broad and dense, heavy and sexy as fuck.

When his skin was on view you ran your hands over his shoulders and down to his pecs as he began to undo his own jeans. You quickly pushed your fingers into your waistband and yanked your jeans down your legs until you were just left in stretchy red boyshorts.

Harry groaned and kicked his jeans off and then crawled back over you, carefully fitting himself between your thighs and laying his hips against yours, his hard cock, hidden by the thin layer of his boxers, rested over your pussy as he slowly rocked himself down. You lifted your hips upward to feel his girth and the heat of him between your legs.

Dry humping. You hadn’t done it since your first year of college. Guys tended to go right for getting naked and getting something wet as soon as possible.

Though, technically Harry was getting something wet. Between his tongue on your lips and your pussy secreting arousal with every nudge of his dick against your clit there was nothing dry about dry humping in that moment. Even his boxers were getting wet the longer you two went at it.

He began to move himself down your body, taking more time to lavish your breasts with his tongue and his lips before he licked into your belly button triggering a giggle to bubble out of your mouth. He placed his hands on your hips and dug his fingers under the elastic band at the top of your underwear and began to pull at them, to which you lifted your hips so he could tug them off.

Smoothing his big palms up the outside of your thighs to your hips he kept his eyes on the glistening space between your legs and puffed out a breath, “This is all mine tonight?” He looked up at you and it was dripping hedonistic lust as his thumbs slid down over the soft flesh of your pelvis.

You nodded and breathed out a yes before he slowly poked his tongue out to lick his lips and lowered his mouth to the space next to his thumb, a warm kiss smushed into your skin before it sliced a damp path inward to your mons. You were spinning and blubbering under him as he gripped onto the underside of your thigh and held you apart.

Your body was trembling before he even laid his tongue over your pussy but when he finally pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to your clit you could have just perished right then. You balled up the blanket under you in your fists as he began to run his tongue up and down your wet pussy.

You sputtered out a string of curses and rolled your hips up when he slid his fingers over your entrance and prodded in.

“Mmm…” he lifted his face to look up at you, “Y/n… you’re so wet for me. Gonna need to sneak tastes of your pussy anytime Colin isn’t around.”

You couldn’t respond other than to moan his name and thread your fingers into his hair when he reattached his lips.

There was something about the way Harry did it, the way he licked at your pussy and kissed your clit, the way he drove his fingers into your cunt and moaned over you that was so sultry and hungry… it was like he needed it, like he was desperate for it. For you.

The house was quiet. It was lucky Colin slept like the dead when he got drunk like that or you’d have to worry about him hearing. But as it was, Harry’s bedroom was filled with the sound of something lewd and wet and achy. Moans coming from you and from him, your pussy getting worked by his fingers and his mouth, the shift of bodies over blankets and the subtle creaking of his bed as he dug into your pussy with more fervor.

 And you really tried not thinking about the way Colin did it versus how Harry was doing it but you were amazed at what a little enthusiasm could feel like. Colin ate you out, sure, but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t a man with a primal need to make you feel good and stake some kind of claim on you. Colin’s method was more like a means to an end. A way to get you nice and wet so he could stick his dick inside of you.

Harry’s method was an animalistic craving. He wasn’t eating you out nicely with a soft tongue and a few slurps. No. This was something else. He was devouring you. Sloppy and sopping. He dragged his tongue over you like it was his fucking job. The one arm he had wrapped around you, was anchoring you to his mouth. You couldn’t escape him if you wanted. This man wasn’t taking it easy. When he lifted you slightly, he scooted in closer and removed his fingers from your pussy and licked up the wet spots on your inner thighs and down your bum before he spread you back open with two of his fingers again and got back to ravaging your clit.

You had to release his hair and go back to gripping the blankets as you felt your body wash away into the atmosphere, floating and buzzing and melting as you lay helpless under his weight and his tongue.

You were certain it was going to be a mess when he was done with you. There wasn’t anything dry between your legs nor on his face. The heat and the moisture rose until there was nothing left for you to do but come. And come and come…

He had his fingers pressed into your front wall massaging your g-spot as he sucked and drew your clit into his mouth. You couldn’t stop shaking or crying for what felt like minutes upon minutes.

But then it was too much and you squeaked a laugh as you tried lifting and pulling away but when you pushed at his forehead he swatted you away and grunted, not letting up on the doggish way he was eating you.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Harry!” You bellowed into his room and tried closing your legs and moving to roll to your side but he had you pinned down and it seemed only to egg him on. His eyes flitted up to yours and in warning to keep still, not that you had much choice. He wasn’t budging nor letting you pull away from his mouth as he continued fucking you with those long fingers and lapping all around your hot, pulsing clit.

But then you saw the slight smirk as he lifted for air before he dove down again and slid his tongue quickly over your clit and the sensitive, too-much feeling turned into a liquid ache and then desire as you felt you second orgasm begin to prick and burst until it was forced out of you like a torture method. Come or else…

So you came again. Not against your will but not by your own accord. It was automatic. You couldn’t stop it from happening.

You were drifting into the ether when he finally, fucking finally, pulled his mouth and his fingers away. When you opened your eyes he was smirking down at you, like he was proud of the state he’d left you in.

“What?” You croaked out as your chest heaved violently.

“I’m serious. Gonna need to do that to you as often as possible. Whenever Colin’s not looking. Damn you’re hot, Y/n. Fuck…” he ran his hands over your sides and up your torso to your nipples where he circled over them with his thumbs, “Wish I’d gotten to you first.”

You pushed yourself to sit up, “You… he’s your best friend, though. I mean… I just think…” you huffed, not fully having your wits about you after what he’d just done to you, “God… I wouldn’t be able to say no, but this is bad, Harry. Don’t you think this should be a one-time thing? Like, we should never do this again, right?”

You watched him lick his lips and swallow and that’s when you noticed he had your arousal down his neck. The guy had gone in so intensely on your pussy that you dripped down his neck. You supposed he had reason to be proud.

“We’ll see, won’t we? I’m not a great friend, I’ll admit. But you’re not a great girlfriend either are you? Doing this behind his back the way we are… it’s bad, but fuck if I don’t want to steal you away from him.”

You puffed a laugh through your nose and ran a hand over your face. You couldn’t believe you were cheating in the first place. It was insane. You weren’t a cheater.

But actually… you were a cheater. You were lying in your boyfriend’s best friend’s bed completely naked and freshly zonked from two orgasms. You were absolutely a cheater.

Harry pulled at your thigh, dragging you closer to him and he cradled the back of your head with his hand and kissed you so deeply you nearly forgot Colin’s name for a moment. You could feel his erection, stiff and hot against your inner thigh and you were compelled to run your hand over his boxers to grip him and feel it in your hand.

You gasped into his mouth and parted from the kiss to look down at the monster you were holding in your palm. Looking back up at Harry with your lips parted in lust you were suddenly hyper-aware that the man you were in bed with was going to fuck you with that thing and if he was as good with his cock as he was with his mouth… you were surely doomed.

“What is it?” He asked you with hooded eyes and a syrupy, deep, lusty voice. He knew what it was. The man was more than aware of the kind of advantage he had in that area.

You squeezed around him let your palm travel up the length of it over his boxers and pressed over his tip, “Let me see it.”

He grinned at you silently as he pulled at his boxers and brought them down, his thick shaft lobbing out, heavy and stiff. You let out a moan and moved back, getting to your knees and holding him at the root against his pubic hair before tonguing over him and drawing your saliva down the length of him.

Harry hissed as he leaned back, palms flat against his mattress as he watched you suck on him for a moment, lips working over his tip and wetting him with your spit. You moaned again and pulled off of him, “God, Harry. Fuck…”

He held the back of your head as you dipped down again and took him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and gorging on the taste and feel of him. It was smooth and hot against your tongue. He was wide, bulbous. But you couldn’t help the way just the look and feel of his cock had your already weeping pussy flutter and clench at the thought of him driving into you with it.

“You like that, don’t you? God, you’re supposed to mine, Y/n. Oh fuck that feels good…”

Your insides were feeling too hollow, your walls straining together to feel something that would take up the empty space. You popped off of his tip, saliva dripping down your chin, “Fuck me. Please.”

Harry tilted his head to the side, “Already? You don’t need a minute to recover? You that greedy, baby?”

“I am right now,” you pulled at his boxers to get rid of them. Harry put his hands into the band of his underwear and took them off completely.

“Just right now? So tomorrow we’ll go back to normal then,” he crawled over you, making your back hit the mattress as his hand found your tit, “Pretend this never happened and never do it again, yeah?”

You panted and reached around his back to pull him down, “I don’t know…” you whined and bucked your hips up, “Just… right now is all I can think about. Please…”

“A bit cockdumb huh? You’re not thinking straight, are you?”

You scrunched your face and pouted, “What? Just fuck me, Harry!”

He grinned at you and shook his head in disbelief, “No condom then?”

You’d forgotten. You were always so good about using condoms and being the one on top of that decision with Colin. Only a few times did you ever let him fuck you without one and it was only when you were 100% sure it was not during your fertile window and he wasn’t allowed to come inside you anyway.

“Fuck…” you breathed out and whined as you raised your hips upward, pressing your wet pussy against his cock, “Just fuck me. I don’t even care right now. I’m gonna lose my mind…”

Harry grabbed your chin and his eyes pierced into you as he spoke, “Are you on birth control?”

You shook your head, “No. But… god…” you writhed under him.

Harry let out a burst of a laugh, still shaking his head, “Damn. Did I do this to you? Baby you’re gonna regret it if you let me fuck you raw. That’s asking for trouble.”

“Just… goddamnit…” you closed your eyes and groaned. You wanted him right then. You were sure you’d never acted like such a slut before but Harry’s body and his deep voice, his eyes, the way the front of his thighs were pressed into the back of yours… He could just slip right in and pound away and you’d feel all of him. Every ridge and wrinkle, hot velvet gliding through your gummy channel, drinking him in…

When you raised your hips again, your eyes on his he nudged himself down toward you, his cock sliding through your pussylips, slicking up and down and jabbing at your clit you clung to his back tight.

“You want it? Like this?” He placed his forearm down on the bed alongside your shoulder as he rocked down over you, his tip traveling over your pussy and getting drenched in your juice.

“Mmm… Harry… yes…”

He softly kissed your lips as he rutted up and slid back, “You’re gonna let me fuck you bare? In this bedroom right here, next to your boyfriend’s? You sure?”

You nodded, your nose bumping against his as you breathed out the word please.

He parted from the kiss and set his eyes on yours as he flexed his thighs and poked at your hole gently with his tip. He teased you for a bit, only gently pressing just the very tip of himself into you until suddenly and all once he forced his crown through your tight, pulsing muscle, opening you up and burying himself in until his balls were tucked against your ass.

You both let out a loud and pathetic mewl at the sensation and you could feel him shaking already. It was decadent and rude and sumptuous and unbearable. It was so wrong. So bad but so fucking delightful.

He began to slowly thrust as he kept his gaze pinned to yours, “Okay? Feel good?”

You moaned as you nodded and kept a tight grasp on his back, wrapping your legs around him so you could keep yourself grounded. So that you knew it was real. That Harry was actually fucking you with his big cock and you weren’t just dreaming it.

“Yeah? Feel all of me like this, don’t you? Needed me so bad and now you’ve got me, baby. Gonna give you my cock whenever you want it. Sneak around behind Colin’s back and keep it secret. He’ll never know. Could fuck you all night and all morning and he’ll wake up tomorrow with no idea of the filthy kind of girl you are.”

“Mmmm… fuck!” You whined as he plunged deep inside your guts. You’d never had anyone so thick and long before. And it was just a bonus that it was attached to a man like Harry. It shouldn’t have surprised you that someone with the kind of confidence he had would be so hung.

“Mmmm… fuck is right… that feels so fucking good. I had a feeling your pussy would be made for me,” he panted his words as he worked into you, thighs flexing against yours.

Your noises were uncontrollable. You had no ability to restrain yourself. You truly were intoxicated, incapacitated, obtunded. Delirious. Which Harry seemed to get a kick out of.

“You’ve never had it like this before, have you? I know what you had to deal with,” he gasped when you gripped tight around and dug your nails into his back, “Colin’s a lazy boyfriend. You need more attention and I can see that. Gonna give you all the attention you can handle if you want it, Y/n…”

Harry pulled back, making your legs fall from his back as he lowered his lips to your tits, curling himself over you as he continued fucking into you, sucking your nipples into his mouth and running his tongue over your sensitive nubs one at a time.

It was debauched gluttony. Harry was so much better in bed than Colin and it almost wasn’t fair. But you couldn’t even feel an ounce of guilt because it was the best thing you’d ever felt. Harry sucked your nipples hard as his cock wrecked your insides, running his hand along the outside of your soft breast and then to the other side, continuing the pace at which he rocked into you. His bed only creaked in time with his thrusts, slow and steady, but the sound of your sodden pussy taking his big cock was salacious and lewd.

Every stroke of his long dick through your pussy walls felt like damnation and salvation all at once. You weren’t sure you’d be the same after. Weren’t sure you wouldn’t be begging him for more every time Colin wasn’t watching. Harry had ruined you.

Harry’s gasps and pants against your tits grew more desperate and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, nudging deep into your tummy and slowly rearing back, his cock coated and sticky with you before plunging it all back inside of you again.

He steadied himself, lifting up to look down at you as he began to fuck into you a little harder, his bed bouncing a little more with the sound of skin slapping together and your punched moans filled the room.

Every time he buried himself in he ground his pelvis against your clit and it sent fireworks through your nervous system. You grabbed onto his thighs as he rutted into you, deep and desperate strokes that split you wide open and made you drool it felt so good. Harry’s chest was sweating as he held your hips down and circled his groin against you, his moans growing louder and whinier as he watched you slowly come undone.

“Give me another one, baby. Show me how good it feels when I fuck you. Better than it’s ever felt with anyone else…”

Harry had something to prove.

You could hardly think straight. The man was fucking out any logic or sense in your brain but you didn’t want to have rational thoughts that interrupted what was happening. You wanted Harry and his cock. You wanted to be fucked by him just like he was for all time. To hell with Colin and his sorry excuse for lovemaking. Harry was a real man with pleasure to give.

The breath was kicked from your lungs when the tight coil in your tummy began to unravel and the yummiest, most transcendent orgasm you’d ever experienced began to take over. The only thing you registered was Harry’s cock pounding into you and words of encouragement egging you on as the mattress squeaked violently under you. His words were unclear but you could hear the starved and whimpery moans falling from his mouth between words.

You trembled and quaked as you spasmed over him, the glide of his heavy cock through your guts squelched and ached as you gasped for air and finally began to discern what was happening when Harry frantically pulled his cock from your pussy and climbed over you, taking your face in his hand and dipped his pussy flavored dick into your lips where you felt him pumping warm, creamy come down your throat and onto your tongue. You grabbed onto his ass with both hands and pulled at him, beckoning him to stuff his whole fat cock into your esophagus.

The grunts and moans he let fall from his chest were the sexiest thing you’d ever heard from any man. Colin wasn’t vocal at all. When Colin came he’d pinch his face up like he was in pain or disgusted by the flavor of something and silently sigh with his mouth open.

But Harry… Harry wasn’t holding back. He was moaning as he thrust his cock into your mouth and slapped his hand on the headboard to steady himself, “Fuck…”

When you’d siphoned every drop from him, he gently pulled his meaty cock from your mouth and you coughed, gasping for air. Harry laid himself on the bed next to you and cupped your cheek, “You all right,” he panted.

You moaned and wiped the back of your hand over your mouth and rolled to face him, “Yeah I’m all right. Better than all right I’d say.”

Harry laughed, moving his hand from your face and fondled your breast in his palm, smushing at it and thumbing over your nipple, “You down to keep doing this with me?”

You sighed and ran your tongue along the inside of your cheek as you placed your palm on his chest, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be craving that from now on.”

He grinned, “Be craving what?”

“You. The way you do it. I…” you laughed, “I’ve never come three times in a row like that for any man.”

“So you want me to give you lots of cummies?” He snorted a laugh, “Need me to take care of you when Colin can’t.”

“When you say it like that… god it sounds so bad doesn’t it?”

“It is bad, Y/n. We are two very bad people who just did something very awful to someone. But I certainly don’t want to stop.”

“I mean… I don’t know if I can stop now. That was…”

“The best.”

You nodded. It was the best. And you knew you’d have regrets and the guilt would come at some point. But in that moment after being expertly fucked and properly taken care of you could think of nothing better than to do it again and again and again. As often as you could get away with it.

“How long do you think we can keep doing this? Like we’ll have to be lying all the time and sneaking around.”

“If we’re quiet and sneaky enough, as long as we want.”

You bit into your bottom lip and giggled, “That was a smart move. Not coming inside of me. Was gonna let you, ya know.”

Harry sat up with a smirk, “I know you were gonna. But I think fucking my best friend’s girl raw is quite enough mistakes for one night. As much as I wanted to fill you up we’ll have to save that one for a rainy day.”

You sat up with him, clothes all strewn about on the floor and at the foot of his bed, “A rainy day, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Harry pinched your thigh before hopping off the bed out of your reach with a laugh, “And I think it’s only fair that you sleep in here with me tonight,” he slid his boxers up his legs, “Colin’s not gonna wake up until late so we’ll have plenty of time before he’s conscious.”

Harry tossed you his t-shirt and you pulled it over your head, “Why’s that only fair?”

Harry shrugged, “Cause I like to cuddle and Colin’s passed out so might as well let me have some since I probably won’t get to do it very often.”

You slid off his bed and pulled your arms over his shoulders, “That’s kind of sweet, Harry.”

“So you’ll stay in here with me tonight?”

“Without a doubt.”

You were both so fucked.

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Harry was pretty sure #1 on the list of best friend rules was not to fall in love with them.

He had failed. Failed massively and horrible and it was overtaking his brain. Watching Y/N as she sat across from him at the coffee shop, he felt his heart hammer in his chest as he observed her. Her back was facing the window, illuminating her from behind and giving her an angelic glow from behind. Her reading glasses kept falling and her annoyed huff made him smile, his own attempt at studying abandoned as he chose instead to sip his coffee, fold the wrapper of his straw as small as he could and stare at Y/N.

It was one of his new favorite pastimes. Watching her closely, observing her doing seemingly mundane tasks and becoming obsessed with the way she made them interesting. He had to admit he had never felt obsessive over a human before, really the opposite. Harry tended to run the other way as soon as he got too close to people because he liked to beat them to the punch. After some shit he had gone through he learned to leave first and didn’t want to see someone else walking away from him. Y/N, though? He was allowing himself to get closer and closer to her. Enough he had opened up his heart.

“Can feel you staring.” She smiled, a phrase all too familiar to her lips now. “What could possibly be so interesting about me studying? Or do I have something on my face?” Her eyes still didn’t leave her paper, though.

“You’re just a pretty girl.” He hummed, taking the coffee to his lips. “You do a cute thing with your nose when you don’t get something. A little scrunch. And then you rub your eyebrow and smooth the hair out of your face. Did you know that?” This was definitely showing his ass as being obsessive but he didn’t mind. Seeing her freeze and duck her head down so he couldn’t see her flustered was a reward.

“You’re a dork. I didn’t know that, no.” Her hand reached for her drink, taking a measured sip before placing it back down on the orange plate with a soft ‘clink’ of ceramic. “Then again, I study. I’m not watching myself stress over memorizing these definitions.” Her words were lighthearted but he could see the stress come back on her face as his eyes fell to the pastel highlighters uncapped next to her. Something Harry never understood doing because she was bound to dry this set out.

“M’sorry, love. Didn’t mean to distract you.” Harry wanted her to let him accompany her to study again. The last thing he wanted was another stretch of time without her and he had to prove himself today that he could keep his hands to himself- but she hasn’t said anything about eyes. That was impossible to keep away, so he wouldn’t even attempt that.

“It’s okay, it isn’t just you. I’m frustrated with it.” She sighed, pushing her glasses back up on her face. “You’re behaving for once.” The smile returned to the lips Harry loved so much, causing the cotton candy feeling to rise back in his stomach. He had done that. Gotten that smile from her. He wanted to do that more and more.

He went to say something back but he was rudely interrupted.

“Y/N?” A voice startled them both, Harry looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. He knew of the guy, someone on the lacrosse team and a bit obnoxious at parties, he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing coming up to them- let alone Y/N- but he didn’t have a good feeling about it.

“Hey, Tyler.” She greeted him with a polite smile.

It was one Harry knew to be reserved for casual friends, not the same ones he got, but he still felt a bit annoyed. The guy was interrupting the little time he got with her today. She was leaving after to go back to her place for another study group.

“Hey! I can’t wait for study group later. It’s really cool that you guys are nice enough to help out. Thanks for letting me join. I’ve never understood material so easily. You’re especially good at explaining things.” The guy hadn’t stopped staring at Y/N, not even taking a glance at Harry. It pissed him the fuck off.

Yeah, he knew she was good at explaining things. She was extremely smart. And funny. And beautiful. And Harry’s. He never did like sharing as a kid and he didn’t like sharing now. Especially not Y/N’s attention.

Fuck. He hated this feeling. This fucker was going to be studying with her today? When Harry was at home watching reruns of ‘Friends’ and pouting because he missed her? It was moments like these that made him irritated that he didn’t have the same courses as her, wishing he could join in and be of use. Be around her and actually make an impact studying. All he could do here was read her flash cards and help her organize her highlighters.

“Oh! I’m so glad it’s helping.” Y/N smiled, looking genuinely pleased. One thing about her? She was oblivious to the ways people looked at her sometimes. She could clock some flirting but the gazes, the schmoozing? It went over her head. It wasn’t that the compliments weren’t genuine either. Harry knew very well it was probably not a lie- but the way he said it, the way he stared. He knew what was going through his head.

“It’s so crazy you’re still studying. Do you ever stop?” The guy seemed impressed but it was like every word that came out of his mouth annoyed Harry more. He hadn’t even said hi or glanced at him which was rude, but he was openly gawking at the girl he was currently in love with. Even if she didn’t know- it was guy code. Don’t do that shit.

“I do! I was taking a break last night but we decided to come out this morning and see some light.” She motioned to the windows of the coffee shop. “This is Harry, by the way.” Y/N motioned over to him. “He’s not in the study group obviously but we make a good studying team.”

It was then that Tyler looked over to Harry, a flash of irritation on his face as he realized Harry was not liking this. As if the moron couldn’t feel the daggers being flared into his back before. “Ah, yeah. I know of him. Don’t think we met before.” He nodded before turning over to Y/N. “I’ll see you tonight. Make sure you bring snacks, I’m sure we’ll be going late tonight.”

The last words were said looking at Harry. As if it was a threat. A taunt. Idiot.

It was stupid because he had her. He knew it. Y/N was only talking to him this way. She wasn’t a liar; she wasn’t someone who was purposely flirting with this guy. He was testing his luck. But Harry had a jealous streak a mile long and it kind of made him pathetic.

“Yeah, we tend to go all night when it’s just Y/N and I.” Harry smirked. “She’s got plenty of good snacks in her pantry. I’m sure she’ll bring something good. Or we can stop at the shop on our way to her place.” He shrugged. “Whatever she wants. She’s generous that way.”

Y/N nudged his foot but Harry’s stare didn’t break from Tyler’s, the easily smug look not melting from his face before Tyler made a half ass excuse saying his order was ready and moving out of there.

“What was that?” She whispered at him, kicking him harder now.

“Ouch! Fuck. Watch the legs.” He hissed, reaching down to rub his sore spot.

“No! Why did you get all weird?” She demanded, narrowing her eyes at him. “He was just saying hi. Don’t make it weird when it doesn’t have to be.”

Harry stared at her for a few seconds before sighing, shaking his head as he reached over to grab one of the cookie bites on her plate she had abandoned. “Y/N… he has a thing for you.” He knew she was going to try and deny it so he shook his head, swallowing the bite he had taken. “I know you don’t see it sometimes, but I do. He had the look, the tone. I’m telling you, the dude likes you. And it’s annoying to come over here and try and flirt with you when m’sitting literally right here.”

“So?” Y/N scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she adjusted her cardigan. She had been irritated with his “It isn’t like I was gonna entertain anything with him, Harry. And besides…” she pursed her lips. “It isn’t like we’re together anyways. You never got like this before.”

‘It isn’t like we’re together anyways.’

Harry felt like he had been kicked in the stomach.

Immediately his appetite vanished, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a reply, but he couldn’t. The sick feeling spread to his throat and made it feel like he had a rock in the back of it.

She wasn’t wrong. They weren’t together, actually. But he had thought at the very least they were… something. That what they’d been doing and saying the last few weeks had meant something more than just fucking around. Harry knows that any other hook ups he had were nothing at all like this. There was no yearning or wanting. The moment they’d seriously kissed had changed everything for him. But apparently, it was only him.

He had read it wrong and now he was fucked. Fucked and hurt and embarassed.

“I… yeah. You’re right.” He said quietly, clearing his throat before closing his book. “I wasn’t like this before. M’sorry. We aren’t together so… I shouldn’t act like that.” Grabbing his bag, he pulled it into his lap. He needed to get out of here. To.. hit something, scream, cry, figure out what he was going to do to lose the shit he felt so he could be un-in love with his best friend.

“What? Why are you packing your bag?” Y/N asked confused. “I’m not done. We still have an hour left.” Her glasses were pulled off her nose now as she watched him place his things inside the book bag, zipping it up. They had an hour and 15 minutes left, actually. He had been the one needy for her attention- and now he felt like an idiot.

“Yeah- I just, I forgot I told Niall we would head to the gym. Planned it before.” He gave a weak smile, standing up and pushing his chair in. A five dollar bill was placed on the table. “Get another coffee and study, yeah? I’ll see you later. Have fun at your study group and let me know you got home safe.”

Harry heard her call for him as he left, shooting her a smile that didn’t meet his eyes as he rushed out of the shop. He felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe, his eyes burning a little bit at how stupid he must seem. At least in his own hand.

Of course she hadn’t missed him as much. She didn’t have a problem spending nights apart and studying because she didn’t care as much about it. She didn’t miss the smell of him on her sheets and she didn’t sit and stare at him the same way he did. And he couldn’t even be angry at her.

He had to be the one to go and fall in love with her. She had never asked for it, had never said that. He had let his feelings get in the way, he had been the one confident it wouldn’t change anything and now he had to clean up the mess he made.

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🍑: H are you okay?

H: yeah I’m fine

🍑: okay… don’t bullshit me though. Was it the coffee?

H: nah. I met up with Niall and went to the gym. It’s on my insta story.

🍑: yeah I saw that but… idk

🍑: did I hurt your feelings or something? Because of the study group? :/

H: no, no. It wasn’t that. I’m okay.

🍑: are you sure? I realized maybe you feel excluded. You can come with me tonight if you want!!

🍑: we can go and get snacks before :)

H: I’m okay, love. I’m not feeling so good, I’ve got a bit of a headache. Think I’m dehydrated so I’m gonna just relax at him tonight.

H: please be safe on your way home. Text me if you need a ride.

🍑: oh… okay :( feel better.

He was dehydrated, probably. Working out, the sauna and then crying did that to a person. He felt wound up tight, even after the workout. Niall had been a real one for not asking what happened after the initial one, merely patting his back. He understood that sometimes the best medicine was beating the fuck out of a punching bag.

Curled on his couch, he let the tv play as he replayed his own moments in his head. It was the first time he had rejected Y/N to hang out. He went to see her when unknowingly had the beginnings of the flu and ended up giving it to her by accident. But he couldn’t stomach it right now.

It wasn’t that he blamed her. He didn’t. He blamed himself for misreading signs. For making things into a bigger deal than they should have been. Y/N had never been anything but authentic and kind and honestly, he couldn’t blame himself for falling in love with her because it was so fucking easy to do. Though sometimes a bit abrasive, she was sweet under it all. Kind. Helpful. Fucking intelligent too. She had sparkly eyes and soft lips and having her attention made you feel like the most important person in the world. Harry had just gotten lost in the high of it.

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Summary: y/n wants to make something special for Mattheo's birthday, but little does she know how special it is about to get.

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“Aw, how lovely it is to see you two!”

“Hi, mum.”

Your mother held you warmly before turning to the person next to you.

“You’ve grown taller, Mattheo, dear.”

“As always, Mrs. y/l/n.”

She held him too, and Mattheo did his best to return the hug. His dark eyes turned to you and you offered him a small, affectionate smile. He suddenly looked more comfortable and smiled at your mother when she let him go. 

“Leave your luggage here, dears, it can be unpacked later. Come, I’ve made you two some snacks.”

You and Mattheo follow her into the kitchen, and you can’t help but look at Mattheo. Partly because, well, it’s not like he wasn’t the most handsome boy you’ve ever seen, but mostly because you know he’s not always comfortable in your mother’s house, despite having living here for over two years now. 

Mattheo and you had been best friends since your first year at Hogwarts. But as the years went by, knowing Mattheo was alone at Hogwarts during the holidays made you feel so upset that you started asking him if he wanted to spend it with you, which he accepted with a gratitude he had a hard time hiding. And, naturally, you also asked him if he wanted to come for summer break here as well. From the day Mattheo met your mother, she adored him and soon considered him a full member of the family, sending him sweets and gifts while at school just like she did for you, offering him gifts for his birthdays and Christmas as well, and he started coming every holiday without you asking him. You knew Mattheo was thankful for your mother’s hospitality and affection, as he always made sure to let her know, but you knew - despite him doing his best to hide it - that he felt that he somehow didn’t deserve the kindness and care you mother had shown him. It broke your heart to know he felt like that, but Mattheo wasn’t the kind to easily speak about his feelings so you never dared to bring it up, only sometimes telling him how happy you were that he was here, and that this house was his home.

But what your mother - or anyone else for that matter - didn’t know was that now having Mattheo around at all times was bittersweet for you. You absolutely loved having him in your house, where you knew he was finally loved and cared for, but it also made you two closer and made feelings for him grow - feelings you didn’t know were shared or not. It was slowly breaking you from the inside, and you didn’t know how to deal with it. Of course, you could talk about it with Pansy, who was your other best friend, or your mother, but you perfectly knew what they would both tell you: “tell him how you feel.” Merlin, no. You just couldn’t. Not only because if Mattheo didn’t feel the same way, your friendship would never be the same at best - or completely destroyed in the worst case scenario - and in both cases, you knew it wouldn’t take long for Mattheo to decide to leave your house. If I ever do tell him how I feel, it’s better to wait until we’re both out of Hogwarts and have our own places. 

You walked in the kitchen to find your favourite snacks on the table. 

“Aw, thanks, mum.”

“Yes, thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re more than welcome. Come, sit.”

The three of you sat around the table, you being next to Mattheo on one side and your mother on the other. You and Mattheo started eating while your mother asked about yours and Mattheo’s lives at school. You and Mattheo took turns in making conversation and even had a few laughs as you recalled some of the funny memories you had. After both your stomachs were full, you decided to go unpack your luggage. Mattheo had the same idea, and went to the bedroom that was now essentially his. You both finished at the same time, and found yourselves in the corridor of the second floor. 

“I’ll go take a shower,” Mattheo said quietly. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

He walked to the bathroom, but before he came in, you called for him. “Matty?” 

He turned to you and you continued, “As always, this is your home.” 

He gave you a single nod before quickly turning away and going into the bathroom. Letting out a small sigh, you went down downstairs in the living room and found your mother reading a book. 

“Mum?”

She raised her head from her book, “Yes?”

You sat on the sofa next to her, a small smile on your face.

“You know Mattheo’s birthday is coming up?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I already got his gifts and have everything I need to make his favourite cake. Why?”

“Well,” you said, “I thought that we could do something else for a change. We usually have quiet birthdays and it’s nice but I’d really like to do something for Mattheo this time.”

Your mother frowned, “Like what?”

“A surprise party?” you answered. “I could write to the boys and invite them to celebrate?” 

“That’s a good idea, darling. I’ll soon go to Diagon Alley to buy some decorations and, well, more food and drinks.”

You smiled and went to give her a quick hug. “Thank you, mum. You’re the best.”

The evening was nice and quiet, spent playing chess with Mattheo on the ground in the living room like you always did, with your mother playfully cheering on the one winning from the sofa. Mattheo and you laughed a lot while playing, and it warmed your heart to see him relaxed and happy. You knew he was usually shy in the first days he came here, and while you perfectly understood it, you couldn’t wait for him to be his warm, chill, funny self again. The Mattheo you knew and loved. After dinner, your mother went to bed and soon after, Mattheo and you decided to follow. You both went upstairs, and you then went into the bathroom to take a shower and put on your pyjamas. Mattheo had his own bathroom, and he was likely getting himself ready to go to bed. Once you were done, you went to your bedroom, and you weren’t surprised to see Mattheo casually laying on your bed. You went to close the shutters, and when you got in bed, Mattheo’s arms immediately wrapped around your body, and you put your head on his chest. Mattheo and you had taken the habit of cuddling to sleep since the first night he spent here, where a discussion before going to sleep ended up with you guys falling asleep and for some reason waking up in each other’s arms. You found that you slept way better in Mattheo’s arms, so much so that this situation continued in Hogwarts - and it was made easier by your roommate Pansy essentially spending all her nights with Blaise. At first, you just enjoyed the feeling of warmth and safety Mattheo’s embrace gave you, but as your heart started to feel more than friendship for him, cuddling, just like his perpetual presence, became bitter-sweet. You still loved cuddling with Mattheo, in fact you didn’t even know if you could even sleep without him now, but you wondered if it was a good idea to continue like this. But even if I decided it was better to stop, how do I tell him? 

“You alright?” you whispered, raising your head to look at him.

He nodded, “Yeah. Why?” 

“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable here. This is your home, Matty. And it will always be. But if you’re feeling something different, I want you to tell me.” 

“I’m fine, y/n, really. I’m grateful for your mum and you, you know that. Don’t worry your pretty little head over me.”

He kissed your hair, his hands started gently caressing your shoulder and the middle of your back. Soon after, you felt yourself going to sleep, and thought you heard a voice saying “sleep well, princess.” 

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The next following days, Mattheo and you spent all of your time together. Every meal, every activity - playing Quidditch in the garden, reading, studying, taking a nap - was done with him. You loved it, but it made it harder to write to Mattheo’s friends to invite them to the surprise party or to prepare the said party without him knowing, but you still managed to do it while he was reading a book in the living room. Thankfully, all the boys answered your letter and said they would come, and thankfully also, your mother had time to buy what was needed and had the idea to hide it in her room, where you and her knew Mattheo would never dare to go. 

On the day of his birthday, you woke up once again in his arms, and kissed him on the cheek as he was slowly waking up.

“Happy birthday, Matty.”

“Thank you, pretty girl.”

You had managed to get Mattheo agree to go to Hogsmeade in the beginning of the afternoon to get his favourite sweets from Honeydukes so your mom could prepare everything for the party and welcome the guests. You spent some time here, and once you knew everything was likely to be ready, you and Mattheo got back home, and you had a hard time not smiling. But you also suddenly worried about how Mattheo would react. Last year, Theo had a surprise party and Mattheo was happy to help prepare it. But does that mean he wants one for himself?

You opened the door, and entered the silent house. Mattheo looked around the corridor, and put his bag full of sweets on the floor in order to take off his jacket.

“Is your mom here?” he asked. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Let’s check the living room.”

Mattheo remained silent and approached said living room, and you had the biggest smile on your face when he suddenly stopped.

“Happy birthday!”

There was some cheering and applause, and Mattheo turned to you as you approached him.

“What-”

“It’s a surprise, Matty,” you couldn’t help but laugh at his confused face. “You deserved to have your friends and your brother with you today.”

He stared at you for a long minute, and you felt your heart beat faster, and he finally smiled at you.

“Thank you, y/n.”

You smiled back at him and gestured for him to go say hi to his friends, who were quick to wish him a happy birthday and greet him warmly, and his brother Tom, who was colder and more silent than the others. You looked around the room, and what your mother had done to decorate was incredible: there were numerous small fireworks up in the air alongside big golden letters saying “happy birthday Mattheo”, small decorations all around, and the long wooden table, usually bare, was also very much magically decorated. Mattheo hugged your mother to thank her while Pansy came closer to you. 

“Well done, dear. If you’ve put it together for a friend, I can’t wait to see what you will do when you’ll be dating him.”

“Don’t start,” you warmed her. “Mattheo and I have always been friends and will always be.” 

“We’ll see,” she teased.

You rolled your eyes and went closer to Mattheo. It was now time for him to blow out the candles and make a wish, and everyone was gathered around him as your mother brought his favourite cake decorated with whipped cream and full of magic candles.

“Happy birthday again, dear,” your mother smiled. “Make a wish.”

Mattheo closed his eyes for an instant and then blew out the candles. You applauded alongside the others, and everyone gave Mattheo their birthday gifts - books on Quidditch or history or wizards, Quidditch equipment, special quills, a watch - and then came your turn. Feeling your cheeks becoming red, you handed him your own gift, scared he might not like it. He unwrapped it and then saw the book.

“It’s, um, a photo album with some pictures we took along the years and, well, I wrote down some of my favourite memories with you.” 

You heard some whispers among Mattheo’s friends - his brother Tom remained silent - but your only focus was on Mattheo’s reaction. He turned some of the pages, smiled at some of the pictures and read the memories you wrote down - and the note you had also written him about how much he meant to you and how special you genuinely thought he was. After a moment of apparently being lost in thoughts, he gently put down the book on the table near the others books he got and looked at you to give you a half-smile.

“Thank you, y/n.”

He gave you a quick, strange hug, and then turned to his plate. Feeling confused, you wondered if he truly liked the gift. You went to sit between your mother and Lorenzo, and as you ate the cake, you looked sometimes as Mattheo, who was now the center of attention, and as time went by, you saw him switching from his usual, funny self to a more quiet, uneasy self, barely listening to what Theo was saying to him. You guessed he was feeling overwhelmed, and as the others finished their plates and went to sit on the sofas, you saw Mattheo mumbling an excuse before leaving the room to go to the garden. You wanted to follow him to make sure everything was fine, but you knew he probably needed some time alone. After a while, you finally went outside, and found him sitting in the grass, lost in thoughts. You approached him slowly before sitting down next to him.

“Are you okay, Matty?” 

He nodded, “Yes. Was it your idea to have this party?”

“Yes,” you said quietly. “Why?” 

“Thank you, y/n. It means a lot,” he looked at the grass before shaking his head. 

“You deserve it,” you said with a gentle voice. 

“Actually, I’m not sure,” Mattheo said in a low voice, his head now down.

You frowned, confused. “What? Why?”

Mattheo turned to you and had a small sigh.

“Honestly, y/n. You and your mum have already so much for me. Letting me live here, giving me gifts, being there for me, and now this…What did I ever give you back? Nothing.”

You opened your mouth, but it took a few seconds to answer. “Mattheo, have you not read what I wrote in the photo album?” 

He didn’t answer, still looking at the grass.

“Well?” you insisted. “What did the text say?”

“That you deeply cared about me,” he said, almost mumbling. “And that you thought of me as caring, and kind.”

“I meant it, alright?” you said in a more serious voice, wanting him to understand. “You’re the most exceptional person I know. You’re kind, gentle, funny, and caring. You’re a great friend to the boys, and you’re doing your best to have a good relationship with Tom, even when it’s not easy. You’re always there for me, you're always ready to spend time with me no matter the activity, and I know I always count on you whenever I need help or need comfort. You always know what to say, and you always listen to me when I have something to say. You’re also smart, and a damn good Quidditch player. I know you’re scared of becoming like your father, but I know you won’t. Because you two couldn’t be more different. And even if you started to be like him, we both know I’d smack some sense into you.” He had a hint of a smile and you went on, “Yes, sometimes you’re annoying and I think you love to fight too much, but nobody’s perfect, and I wouldn't want you to change for anything in the world. You’re the best person I know, Mattheo, and that’s why I’m in love with you.”

He whipped his head towards you, and that’s when you realised what you just said. 

Oh, no. Oh, no. Merlin, no.

“I…Just…Forget what I said.”

You quickly rose up and almost ran back to the house, but you suddenly felt a warm hand on your wrist. 

“Wait!” Mattheo said, “What the hell, you can’t leave like that after saying that to me.”

“Yes I can,” you retorted, panicking, “and that’s what I’m doing, just…forget it happened, alright?”

Mattheo let go of your wrist to run a hand through his dark curls. 

“But, y/n, I can’t forget,” he said, frowning, as if it was obvious, “and I don’t want to. Did you really mean it?”

“Mattheo, I…”

“y/n, please,” he cut off more severely, both his voice and eyes now pleading. “Please, answer me.”

Doing your best to not look at him, you hesitated before nodding, feeling the need to disappear. He looked at you in a strange way, and you wondered what he was going to say.

“Look, Mattheo,” you started, “I know our f…”

“I love you too.”

It was now you turn to look at him with confusion. “What?”

“I love you too,” he whispered. “You’re…all I want, and all I need. You said this house is my home, but the truth is, you’re my home.” 

All of a sudden, he stepped closer to you and brought his hand to your face, slowly caressing your cheek with all the gentleness in the world. You wondered what you should do next -  put your hand on his? Put your own hand on his cheek? - but he made the decision for you, suddenly lowering his head towards yours.

“Fuck, y/n…”

And after that whisper, he pressed his lips on yours. It took you a few seconds to kiss him back, but when you did, he immediately grabbed your waist to pull you closer before putting a hand on the back of your neck. You let out a moan, and he deepened the kiss. You had a hard time believing what you had been dreaming for years now was actually happening but at the same time, Mattheo’s lips on yours and his hands on your body was all you could feel, all you could think about and all that mattered. When he finally pulled away, you were both out of breath. 

“Does you saying that you love me and this kiss count as two more birthday gifts?” he suddenly asked. 

“If you want,” you laughed. 

“Then, it really is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You both smiled at each other before he kissed you again before taking you into his arms, holding you as if he died if he let go. You held him as well, feeling that, wherever you were, Mattheo was also your home. 

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Pairing: BestFriend!Harry × Bisexual!Reader.

Summary: Reader likes someone else and Harry comforts her.

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I'm sitting on a bench in a garden looking over to all my friends playing and laughing.

We are on a trip together. All five of us, Me, Harry, Sia, Maya and Theo. They were all having fun while I am sitting alone thinking about how unfair my life is or in my case how unfair my heart is, because I have a crush on my straight best friend. I have been crushing on Sia since 2 months but can't say anything because I'm a girl and she like boys.

She is beautiful. With shoulder length hair, brownish black eyes covered by cute glasses and lips like heaven. She is smaller then me with a boss bitch attitude that just makes her more bewitching.

I thought I was over my crush on her but on this trip being with her 24 hours a day and doing almost everything together made me realize how much I actually liked her. This was the 3rd day on our four days vacation. Harry saw the way I look at her and knows how much I feel for her but doesn't say anything letting me have my space.

"You okay?" I saw Harry sit beside me on my peripheral vision.

Am I ok? I don't know. Are you OK when you realize that the person you really like will never like you back?

"No'' I say looking at Sia.

''You're gonna have to tell her sometime. You can't always sulk like this in the background silently.''

''I can''

''No you can't. Look what's the worst that could happen? She doesn't like you back. That's it!''

''No that's not it'' I look at him. ''The worst that could happen is that she'll leave me, distance herself from me. I don't want that but honestly I couldn't blame her. She'll feel uncomfortable. Plus who wants a bisexual beat friend-" 'that's in love with them' is what I wanted to say but Harry cut me off before I could.

''I do. I'll always be by your side, love. You know that. Whether she'll accept you or not, I'll always be with you.'' He said with honestly coating his words.''Besides you'll never know how she'll react if you don't tell her. Just think about it, please.'' He added.

''Hey guys!'' I heard Sia behind me. ''We are going back to the hotel to order some snacks. Wanna join?'' She asked.

''Um'' Harry looked at me with uncertainty.

''Yeah. We'll join.'' I stood up looking over to her.

''Of course'' Harry smiled at us coming over to the group. ''Will you at least try to tell her?'' He asked me quietly so that no one else could hear. I understood exactly what he meant.

''No'' I saw disappointment flash in Harry's eyes but thankfully he didn't say anything about it after.

I don't care if not telling Sia about me is wrong cause I just can't lose her no matter what. I'll do anything to stay friends with her even if that means sulking in the background silently.

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