#bestfriendrry

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can we have a scenario with Harry where the R is on her period and throwing up and harrys just trying his best to comfort her 😫🥺🥺

AN: i hope i did your request justice. luckily i've never had to experience throwing up from my period so i don't know how it's exactly like. so i just hope its kinda sorta accurate in how i describe the cramps making reader feel and get sick. also whoever requested this, please let me know what you think. feedback is really important for us writers.

This story contains: fluff, period leaking (kinda), being sick (puking) due to period cramps, comfort

{ boyfriendrry - soft!harry - think of fine line harry era - harry is not famous in this story }

word count- 2,173

While staying the night at your boyfriend Harry's house, you get your period and then end up getting sick due to painful period cramps.

You've known Harry for about two years. For most of those two years you were just friends. But about a month ago you finally confessed your harboring feelings for each other and now you're officially a thing. A couple. Dating more or less.

Yes you both were scared that if something happened with your relationship that your friendship would be over, but you just had to have a little bit of faith. Faith that no matter what happened your friendship comes first and foremost.

Now because this relationship is fairly new, Harry hasn't seen you at your most vulnerable states yet. Most vulnerable states as in when you're crying or sick or even the ups and downs you go through with your period. Well besides sex because you're both impatient, horny people. Because when you two were just friends, you were mainly friends within a friend group. Meaning you weren't like the closest friends ever.

Though over time you became closer as just friends and that's how you both realized you had feelings for each other. Still, Harry had yet to see you at your low points. But tonight that all changes.

Tonight, you were planning to spend the night at Harry's house. You've spent most nights at his house since becoming girlfriend and boyfriend if you're being honest. You just love the comfort Harry and his home brings to you.

Now unlike most nights that you stay over, you told Harry beforehand that you weren't in the mood for sex. You're not sure why but you had this pit feeling in your stomach that was secretly warning you of what's to come and that made you not want sex tonight.

You even told him if he'd rather you not come over because you didn't want sex to just tell you. But Harry just laughed through the phone and said that was ridiculous. That of course he still wants you to stay over. He doesn't just want to see you because of the sex. He loves you more than that.

The night started off well. Harry had ordered some chinese take-out and you both ate the delicious food while watching a romcom on his sofa. Eventually after you finished eating, you ended up cuddling into one another on the couch with a big fluffy blanket over top of you. That is until you felt the all too familiar feeling of your period starting. "Fuck," you hissed out.

"What?" Harry questioned quickly from his position as the big spoon behind you.

Going to stand up, you replied, "Um, think I started my period." At this point you knew there wasn't any way to hide the fact your period just started because you were staying the night at his house for fucks sake.

Harry had a frown on his face and goes to let you know, "Oh, well that's alright. I have some pad and tampons under my bathroom sink. Keep'um there for things like this." God, you're about ready to marry this man on the spot. His thoughtfulness is killing you.

You nodded your head and said shyly, "Okay, thank you. I'll be right back." You rushed off to the bathroom before you leaked too much in your panties and finally made it in time to collect the products you needed. Harry even bought the good brands too. Bless his heart.

After inserting a tampon and using a pad for extra protection, you were good to go. Except you realized just how tired you were now. It was nearly eleven at night anyways. So when you made it back down the stairs to Harry's living room where he had paused the movie to wait on you, you asked nervously, "Can, um, we just go to bed? I'm kinda tired now."

Without any thought, Harry stood up from the sofa and said, "Yeah, of course. Is everythin' alright with your period though. Need anythin' else?" If he doesn't stop being so nice you will be getting married tomorrow.

You shook your head, "No, I mean, yes I'm okay. Caught it right in time so I didn't leak through my clothes, thankfully. And my cramps usually start a few hours after I start. So I'm not in any pain right now. Just sleepy."

Harry turned the tv off and grabbed your hand to hold while walking up the stairs with you. "Good, but let me know if that changes. Don't be afraid to wake me up, okay. I won't mind." he commented.

A few moments later you were cuddled up in bed and ready to sleep. Your periods always made you extremely tired. Physically and mentally. Then not even five minutes into your cozy cuddles, you were asleep.

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As your eyes glance over at Harry's alarm clock you can see the time now is four am. You were sleeping peacefully until you started getting your first wave of period cramps. To hopefully will them away, you take some deep breaths and lay in a fetal position to try and fall back asleep. But you quickly realize that's not going to happen.

Now if you were at your house, you'd go take some medicine to help with your period cramps but beings that you're at your boyfriend's house, you didn't want to risk waking him up. Though he told you he wanted you to wake him if you needed anything, you just couldn't find it in you to do that.

I mean you're not necessarily embarrassed you got your period at Harry's house because he is a grown, mature man that knows women get periods. But it's more so about you being in such a vulnerable position in front of him for the first time. To your luck though, the period and the cramps were not even the worst of your worries right now. It's the creeping nausea that's blooming in your stomach.

You don't always get sick on your periods but you do more often than most you'd say. Like every three period cycles. And it's mostly from the cramps getting so bad that they make you feel and get sick. Oh how you wish on anything that this months period wouldn't be one of the months you get sick on your period. Especially not on a night you're staying at Harry's house.

As you continue to lay in bed beside a sleeping Harry, your cramps get worse and your nausea also gets worse. To the point you know you must get out of bed if you don't want to be sick all over his bed and floor. So you scramble to remove yourself from Harry's duvet and scurry over to his bathroom that's to the right of his room. But due to the room being pitch black, you accidently knock something off the night stand on your side of the bed which in turn wakes Harry up.

At this point you don't care that you've knocked something over nor do you care if it woke Harry up. All that you care about is not being sick on the floor. When you make it inside the bathroom, you flip the light switch on and run over to the toilet. Luckily you have a moment to prepare yourself for what's to come so you reach back to collect your messy hair out of your face and kneel down on the cold, hard floor.

Back in the bedroom, Harry is sat up very confused as to what's going on. The only thing he can assume is that you felt yourself starting to leak and ran to go change your products out. But when he hears your first dry heave, he knows that's not the case. He jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom so he can help you in any way he can.

"Hey, hey," Harry coos while finally reaching your kneeled body, "shhh, it's alright. Let it out, y/n. Your tummy will feel so much better." And just like that, after multiple harsh dry heaves, you begin to actually throw up. Which isn't pleasant and especially not pleasant when you ate chinese food for dinner.

Harry replaces your hand with his so he's now the one holding your hair back. You're in so much pain that you barely register he's in the bathroom with you. All you know is that your uterus feels like it's being kicked and punched repeatedly and you're so nauseous because of that.

You throw up for what feels like minutes until you finally catch a break. With his free hand, Harry collects some toilet paper and dabs it around your mouth and nose. Then he tosses it in the toilet and reaches up to flush the nasty contents. You whisper out an embarrassed, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, love. Hate seein' you like this. Is it your period that's making you sick? Or the chinese? Because if it's the chinese food then I should be a little worried since we ate the same thing." Harry replies.

"No um, forgot to mention but um, sometimes on my periods my cramps get so bad that it makes me get sick. Sorry you're having to see me like this. I know I probably look and smell gross. You can go back to bed if you want."

Biting back, Harry responds, "Hey, y/n, it's totally fine. I understand periods are painful for women. And if it makes you sick then that's alright. But I will do everythin' in my power to help you not feel sick anymore. And I am not leavin' you in here by yourself. I don't care that you're sick in front of me. We are in a relationship so it was gonna happen eventually anyways, right? Now do you still feel like you're going to throw up?"

You answer hoarsely, "Kinda, but if i had some medicine I think that would stop it. It's just my cramps hurt so bad I can barely move."

"Alright," Harry softly speaks, "stay here and let me get you some medicine." He stands up on cracking knees and searches through his medicine cabinet a few feet away. "Okay, here is some zofran for your nausea and here is some pain pills for your period cramps. Let me grab you a cup of water."

After filling a paper cup full of water and collecting the medicine, Harry comes back over to you and kneels down on the hard bathroom floor beside your body. He hands them to you and with shaky hands you take the cup of water and swallow down the pills. Then he grabs the now empty cup back from you and tosses it into the trash can beside the toilet.

Being patient with you, Harry doesn't suggest going back to bed until you feel ready enough to do so. He just sits beside you and gently grazes his fingers up and down your back. Once the zofran has kicked in, you don't feel sick anymore. You just feel achy and slightly gross.

Breaking the silence, you ask, "Can I take a shower and then go back to sleep? I feel all gross but also so tired again."

"Of course you can, baby. Let me get you a towel and an extra pair of clothes from your bag, okay." Harry gets up to do just that and you stand up realizing you need to use the toilet as well. But you'll wait until he returns with your stuff.

When Harry does return with your stuff, he gives your forehead a kiss and says, "Take your time, y/n. I'll be in bed waiting on you. Call for me if you need anythin''." And with that, he leaves and you're finally left alone to use the bathroom and shower.

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When you re-enter Harry's bedroom after your shower, you expect to see him fast asleep again. But no, he's propped up in bed watching Friends on the television that hangs on the wall in front of his bed. He turns his head towards you with a sleepy smile on his face. "How was your shower? All good?"

You nod and answer while climbing back into bed beside him. "Mhm, it was good. And um, thank you for taking care of me tonight. Really appreciate it."

"Awe, baby," Harry coos, turning the tv off and helping you move closer to him, "no need to thank me. It kills me to know you sometimes have to deal with your periods side effects alone. I love taking care of you." With your head now on his chest, he tilts his head down to peck your forehead with a kiss and questions, "Is your tummy feelin' better now? Not nauseous anymore?"

Tiredly, you shake your head no against his chest and whisper, "Just slight cramping but nothing like it was before. The medicine is working. Love you."

Knowing you're not in excruciating pain anymore, sleep starts to take over Harry's body too again. But not before he can mutter out an, "I love you, too."

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My Masterlist Masterpost

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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.

[sunshinemoonsposts]

This is my first poor attempt at writing ,i wanted to be the part of the community that I have adored and been part of for quite sometime .♥️ Im nervous , but here goes nothing!!

As the sun sets down, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood, two young children raced down the sidewalk, their laughter echoing through the air. Harry and Y/N, childhood best friends, had been inseparable since they were old enough to walk. They shared a bond that transcended time and distance, and their adventures together knew no bounds.

From building forts in the backyard to exploring hidden paths in the nearby woods, Harry and Y/N were a dynamic duo, always seeking excitement and mischief. Their families lived just a few houses apart, and it seemed like destiny had brought them together.

As they grew older, their bond only strengthened. Harry's vibrant green eyes and Y/N's infectious smile were a sight to behold, and their friendship was the envy of their peers. In school, they stood by each other, supporting and cheering on their dreams and endeavors. They shared secrets, dreams, and fears, knowing that they had found an unbreakable connection in each other.

One summer evening, as they sat on the swings in the park, their feet lightly grazing the ground, Harry broke the silence, "You know, Y/N, I hope we stay friends forever."

Y/N grinned, pushing themselves higher on the swing. "Me too, Harry. We'll always have each other's backs, no matter what."

And they did. Throughout the years, Harry and Y/N faced the trials and tribulations of adolescence together. They navigated the awkwardness of middle school, celebrated each other's successes, and wiped away tears during heartbreaks. Their friendship was a constant, an anchor in the ever-changing tides of life.

In high school, as they entered their final year, Harry's passion for music took center stage. He spent countless hours strumming his guitar and pouring his soul into heartfelt melodies. Y/N, always the supportive cheerleader, never missed a chance to be in the front row at his performances, beaming with pride as she watched her best friend shine.

One rainy afternoon, Y/N found Harry sitting alone on the porch of his house, a contemplative expression on his face. She joined him, the patter of raindrops forming a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

"You seem lost in thought," Y/N said softly, giving him a gentle nudge.

Harry sighed, running his hand through his curly hair. "I've been thinking a lot about the future, Y/N. Music is everything to me, and I want to pursue it. But it's a scary path, you know?"

She nodded, understanding his fears and dreams. "You're incredibly talented, Harry. If anyone can make it, it's you. I'll be right there, cheering you on every step of the way."

His heart warmed at her unwavering support. "You really believe in me, don't you?"

"Of course, I do," Y/N said, her eyes locking with his. "You're my best friend, and I've seen the passion and dedication you pour into your music. Don't let fear hold you back, Harry. Follow your heart, and I'll be right by your side."

With Y/N's encouragement, Harry took the leap and pursued his musical dreams with relentless determination. He formed a band with a group of talented musicians, and together, they created a unique sound that resonated with audiences far and wide.

As Harry's fame began to grow, the dynamics of their friendship shifted. Tours, interviews, and late-night performances filled his schedule, making it challenging for them to spend as much time together as they used to. Y/N understood the demands of his career, but there were moments when she missed the simplicity of their childhood adventures.

One evening, after a particularly long absence, Harry surprised Y/N by showing up at her doorstep unannounced. He looked tired but excited to see her, and she welcomed him with a warm embrace.

"I've missed you," Y/N admitted, her voice soft.

"I've missed you too," Harry replied, his eyes reflecting a mixture of joy and remorse. "I never want our friendship to fade, Y/N. You're still my anchor, and I don't want to lose that."

Y/N smiled, feeling the weight of their shared history. "You won't lose me, Harry. We've been through too much together. But things are changing, and that's okay. We'll find a way to navigate this new chapter together."

And they did. Despite the demands of Harry's career, they made time for each other whenever they could. Even if it meant late-night phone calls or surprise visits during breaks between tours, their friendship remained a constant presence in their lives.

As the years passed, Harry's success continued to soar. He became a global sensation, selling out stadiums and earning accolades for his music. Y/N was his biggest fan, cheering him on from the sidelines, just like she had always done.

But beneath the glamorous exterior, Harry felt the weight of fame and the burden of expectations. The pressure to maintain his image and deliver hit after hit took a toll on his mental and emotional well-being.

One night, after a grueling tour, Harry found himself sitting alone in his hotel room, feeling a sense of loneliness that he couldn't shake off. He dialed Y/N's number, seeking the comfort of her familiar voice.

"Hey," she answered, her voice filled with concern. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm just tired, Y/N," Harry confessed, his voice wavering. "Sometimes, all this feels like too much."

Y/N listened intently, her heart breaking for her best friend. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Harry. You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what."

And just like that, Y/N became Harry's anchor once again, grounding him in the midst of his whirlwind life. Their friendship was a lifeline, a safe haven where he could be himself without any expectations or judgment.

As Harry's fame continued to grow, so did the rumors and scrutiny from the media. Speculations about his personal life made headlines, and Y/N couldn't bear to see him constantly hounded by the paparazzi.

One day, she confronted him about it, her voice filled with frustration. "Harry, it's not fair. They have no right to invade your privacy like this."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Y/N. It's just part of the deal, I guess. But it's exhausting, and sometimes, I wish I could just escape from it all."

"You deserve to have a life outside of the spotlight," Y/N said firmly. "Don't let them define who you are. You're more than just a celebrity, Harry. You're my best friend, and I love you for who you are."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at her, grateful for her unwavering support and understanding. "Thank you, Y/N. You always know how to bring me back to reality."

Their friendship continued to weather the highs and lows of life. They celebrated successes together and provided a shoulder to lean on during difficult times. No matter where their paths took them, they knew they could count on each other.

One evening, as they sat on a quiet beach, the waves gently lapping at their feet, Y/N leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "Remember when we used to dream about the future together?"

He smiled, the memories

[shawnxstyles]

personal 3

DATE: JANUARY 8, 2023

summary: as you begin to build your confidence, you try to learn some things on your own to surprise harry. you know, just as a little thank you. meanwhile, harry finally starts to think your unspoken arrangement is a little too personal.

request: yes!!

words: 6k

warnings: SMUT (m-receiving [hand-job, oral], dirty talk), language, and loads of overthinking! (will probably have angst in the next part!)

note: PLEASE tell me how you guys feel about this!! comment/reblog/send me a message! PREVIOUS PART.

bestfriendrry x inexperienced!reader

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It’s barely been a few days since you last saw Harry in person, and quite frankly, you’ve never noticed how much time has passed until now. Until your mind was constantly occupied with thoughts of his hands on your body and his sweet, cocky words in your ear. You wanted to be sick of it, wanted it to be done and through. But your brain just could not let go of his touch. You must have released too many hormones during all that touching because time has never felt so prolonged and stretched. You have gone weeks without seeing Harry before, and although you’ve missed him in the past, you’ve never connected every little thing to him. Certain words and objects somehow prime your memory directly to Harry. Even thinking of your doll collection back at home sends shivers down your spine. He has seriously ruined you, and you hate that you don’t hate it.

After the last time with Harry, you swore it was the last time. You didn’t say it out loud but in your head. You knew that if you explicitly told Harry that that was the last time that it would be the last time and he would never touch you again. No, not unless you asked, not unless you begged. Which he would enjoy too much. What you found out was that you don’t have enough self-discipline to tell yourself no. So, it only makes sense that you’re still agonizing over his touch and how rough yet soft his hands are.

God, why are you thinking of his hands right now?

Your laptop is resting on your legs, warming you up as you try to finish your mid-term paper. At first, your fingers were flying around your keyboard, typing your ass off to submit it. But now you’re barely halfway through and you can’t even comprehend the last sentence you wrote because you keep thinking about Harry. Somehow, you managed to connect some Shakespeare poetry analysis to Harry.

Come on, how does that even happen without conscious effort?

No matter how many times you want to call up Harry and simply ask him for another “lesson” you can’t. It just feels too selfish to you now. He may have willingly offered because he felt bad for you, but now, you feel bad for him because he has to teach you. Maybe if you guys had a set time for all this you would feel less guilty. A schedule, just like your lectures! Then it would be like a real class.

You would never skip.

But you do recall the last thought that you had when you were with him. Would it really be so bad to learn the giving side of sex? Isn’t that the main reason why Harry is teaching you? Firstly, he wants you to understand your own body, which you feel pretty confident with after his sweet praises and words. Oh, and you won’t forget how he made you stare at yourself (or really him) in a full-body length mirror the first time. Yeah, that definitely still gives you chills. And a newly-found level of self-esteem, which is why you feel confident enough in your decision.

You’re going to do a bit of research on your end of the deal. A deal that is unspoken, so therefore, has non-existent rules. You and Harry never specified if you could pleasure him, but you would be getting the experience you needed, so what is the harm? It is in the unspoken rules. So, you’re going to surprise him with what you’ve learned.

After you finish your paper, of course.

Ugh.

–

Watching a variety of porn videos was extremely weird because you were watching them for a different reason than what they are made for.

Your eyes were straining at your laptop screen as you carefully inspected all the women’s actions. Sometimes, they would unbutton the man’s pants, sometimes they wouldn’t, but they always sank to their knees with their eyes on him. The women spit on their hands and stroke gently, or they would just put their mouth straight on him. It caused you to blink and swallow in fear because what if you didn’t like it? What if it tasted so horrible that you’ll never want to suck another man off in your life? What if your lack of blow-jobs is the reason you don’t have a boyfriend? Or why you don’t have a future husband in the running?

This is why you cannot be left alone.

From all the women you observed, they all had seductive expressions and alluring features that you were almost positive you did not possess. They had the most perfect bodies and that effortlessly flowing hair and cute little moans and they knew exactly what to do. It may not be the best thing to base anything off of, but you couldn’t help but feel a little insecure. Watching the videos gave you a little more knowledge, but also made you feel a little more self-conscious about your appearance. What if Harry didn’t even find you attractive? He definitely doesn’t want some girl mindlessly messing with his dick, especially when it’s not erect (which you have learned in health class in high school thankfully). All those words of reassurement and praise, were they just for the moment? Just to make you feel good and that’s it? Did he mean any of it? You couldn’t even manipulate yourself to an answer.

God, sometimes, you just wish that he would reach out to you. Wouldn’t that make everything so much easier? You would never say no if he just texted you first. But why would he do that? He’s doing you the favor, so you would have to be the one to text him. Fuck, how did he go from your best friend to your best friend that you’re obsessing over because he’s really good at sexual things? Maybe he hypnotized you in that mirror.

–

Harry thinks he might just die. Not from school or work, but from you. Out of all his friendships in his lifetime, even his relationships, he has never been thinking about a person so damn much.

He’s been friends with you for many, many years, and Harry has never once thought of you in a sexual manner. Or even in a romantic way. When you two were growing up, he definitely noticed you having some changes through your teenage years as teenagers do. But even then he always knew you were just friends. And that’s all it will ever be, so he never saw through that wall. Men are simple creatures; Harry realized you guys were friends, so that was it. End of story.

But for some reason, years later, he is being haunted by your sudden attractiveness? Harry’s not fucking stupid when he thinks this. You’ve always been gorgeous and funny and smart, so it made perfect sense why you didn’t have a boyfriend. You just checked too many boxes, right? The only possible solution of why men weren’t kissing your feet had to be because of your own expectations.

You’ve always been the kind of girl who thought every little thing to the tee. Harry even remembers you planning your wedding with your dolls when you were younger. You had a binder with all the people you would invite and colors that would decorate the walls of the church your parents got married in. Getting married in a church may seem basic to anyone else, but to you it was special because your grandmother also got married there. To you, it was a tradition, and Harry knows you love traditions and schedules. It’s like a plan that’s set in stone for you to complete. He just knows when you get married you’ll have the most thoughtful wedding because you would have put your heart into every single detail. You’re barely 22, finishing up your last year of college just like Harry, so you still have plenty of time to find your future husband.

Yet you think it’s the end of the world that you don’t have one in the running right now, and Harry has no idea why.

Thinking of the future like this used to make Harry feel happy for you because he knows it’s one of your biggest dreams, but there is something inside of him that’s blocking him from feeling like that anymore. It’s a nagging, sort of distant feeling in his chest that kind of makes him ill. He always knew he was going to be at your wedding in some form, but maybe he wishes it was…

No, that’s ridiculous. How did he overthink that much?

See? You’ve seriously fucked him up. This is exactly why he cannot text you. This is exactly why he cannot touch you anymore. No matter how badly he wants to. God, does he want to. You haunted his mind and invaded his soul until you were completely entwined within his consciousness, lingering like a flashbulb memory. He pitied you at first, so he wanted to help his best friend with her inexperience. That’s what friends are there for–to help you through the embarrassing times in secret, so when you go out into the real world it’s not so bad.

But now, Harry just wants to keep you for himself. He hates touching you knowing that it’s going to be for someone else one day. But he got too greedy to say no to himself, so he put you on his thigh the second day rather than fingering you. Fuck, he wishes he could slide his cock into you while whispering the sweetest and dirtiest words in your ear, just for your face to burn up in flames. He wants to hear your soft moans echo in the air from his cock because you want to be with him, not because you’re trying to “get better” at sex.

No, Harry doesn’t think he can do anything more with you without figuring his shit out.

–

Incoming call: Y/N

Harry wanted to answer it, but he hesitated too long. Fuck, what if you really just wanted to hang out this time? But fuck, he missed your touch. And your voice. And your face… How is he supposed to be around you without reaching out to caress you?

Missed call: Y/N

Voicemail: Y/N: “Hey, I just called to see what you were up to. I was just seein’ if you wanted to hang out. But clearly you’re busy, so it’s fine. I, um, have a surprise that I wanted to show you sometime. I… Well, I’ve been trying to learn some things on my own, if you know what I mean. I’ve been watching some videos, but you know, nothing is as good as a real life teacher! So, um, just call me back whenever you’re free. Bye!”

Harry was royally fucked. His mind couldn’t stop thinking about what you might have been learning about. You were also so cute in your voicemail that Harry just had to save it. He doesn’t think he’s ever saved someone’s voicemail before, but he’s never been more thankful for letting that call go to one. He took a single deep breath before he pressed the call button.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Doll. Sorry, I was in the shower…”

Now he has to rush to take a shower as you drive over to his house to present him with your little “surprise.”

–

As Harry stood up from his couch to answer the door, he regrets not jerking off in the shower.

He had an incredible hard-on, and it was embarrassingly from the voicemail. He was a little too excited for whatever your surprise was. You gave him no hint, but he’s assuming it has something to do with masturbating.

“Harry,” Your voice was chipper as you greeted him almost formally. But it was a little too high and squeaky. It was obvious to Harry that you were nervous, which made him feel a bit better in a way. You didn’t seem as distressed as you last had been, so maybe you did learn to get yourself off. Then you wouldn’t need him anymore.

That was the goal, right?

“Y/N,” he says as he widens the door and lets you in. You scurry past him and onto his couch, immediately heating up at the memory from before.

You swallowed the dryness that drained your voice, deciding how to bring it up to him. You take a deep breath and remember the confidence that he’s been trying to instill in you. You recall all the videos you’ve been researching and how assertive all those women had been. While you do so, Harry follows you to the couch and plops right down next to you.

If you hadn’t been so nervous yourself, maybe you would have seen how shifty Harry was. His eyes were darting all around, trying to look busy. His mind was scouring thoughts of things to say, but couldn’t settle on the right one. Maybe you’d see that he swallowed all the saliva in his mouth until his tongue was dry and he was biting his lip. Only then did you look up from your shivering fingers to see his bottom lip anxiously tucked between his bunny teeth.

“I wanted to talk about our…deal,” You started, tucking your calves underneath your body. Harry nods, but doesn’t say anything. “We never explicitly stated any details of what this contract entailed–”

“English, please, Y/N. You get all formal and chatty when y’nervous.”

Your skin heated, embarrassed. “Right… We never talked about what we were doing. So, if what I’m about to ask breaks some unspoken rule, just let me know. If you actually want to stop doing this, also let me know–”

“Just say it, Y/N.”

“I’ve been watching videos on how to pleasure you…” You speedily say, causing the room to go silent. You feel the heat from in between your legs grow whilst also flowing towards your neck and face. You wonder how hot a human can get before they just boil over and explode. Harry’s seemingly nonchalant face grows a smirk, which is comfortable to you now. “God, you’re a dick.”

After your mumble, you continue: “I felt… bad that you were doing everything. And I just thought that maybe I could learn something from this. And you could be… rewarded in a way.”

“So you’ve been learning what exactly?” His smirk never fades. Of course he wants you to be explicit with him, which you struggle with. He just loves making you nervous. He feeds off of it.

He’s selfish. He’s so selfish and he can’t control it. When he’s with you, it’s like driving a car without its brakes. He speeds right through all the stop signs without blinking twice.

Just one last time, he swears. Then he’s ending it.

“C’mon. Would it be easier to tell me or show me, hmm?” You swear his voice dropped an octave, just like your eyes dropped to the area on his sweatpants. There was a lump that you can’t recall being there before. Were you looking?

You took a deep breath and kept it there, unable to breathe normally at how straightforward Harry is. He’s always been like that, never changed. So why is he just now making you breathless?

Confidence.

“Okay.”

You move your eyes up to meet Harry, and he’s already looking at you. You feel your heart jump at his sudden stare, strikingly green and beaming with lust. Without removing your sight from him, you shift yourself off the couch and onto his carpet.

His eyebrows slightly raise as you hesitantly reach for the waistband of his pants. He’s enjoying this too much, he thinks.

“Go on. I want to see what you can do,” his simple words urged you to actually grab his sweatpants. As he lifts his hips, you yank the material down until his boxers are showing.

“Huh,” The noise left your mouth before you could stop it. Harry stares at you puzzled, blinking at you curiously. That’s the first time a girl has ever made that noise in front of him before. In this position especially…

“What?” Harry has never felt more self-conscious than right now. He was alright until you made that sound. That’s never something a guy wants to hear when a girl is on her knees in front of him.

“Nothing, I just took you as more of a ‘briefs’ guy.” Harry instantly felt more relieved.

“I’ave both. Haven’t y’borrowed my boxers before?” he asks. Your eyes widen as you look down. Maybe you have in the past, but the thought of that now sounds incredibly too intimate to you. Yeah, you’ll never be doing that again.

“Anyway,” You smiled forcefully while trying to rid the heat from your cheeks, “before I pull down your boxers, I have to ask you something.”

“Of course,” he agrees with sarcasm laced in his tone, which only makes you roll your eyes. You’re inches away from his cock, merely separated by a sheer layer of clothing and you have a question. He can bet it’s not going to be can I take this off now?.

“Do you find me attractive?” You had to ask. You bit the inside of your cheek, chewing on the nerves that you felt. Harry just stares at you, blinking. You always find a way to catch him off guard, he thinks. He doesn’t say a word, just two eyes lasering into yours as if he’s searching for the perfect answer. “It’s a simple yes or no. But if it’s a no, then I don’t want to do this. Because then you’ll be all-all soft in my hands or my mouth and then you’ll just be uncomfortable. Guys must not like it when they’re soft, right? You have to be hard, it means you like it… Right?”

When you got nervous, you got chatty. It was one of your most evident qualities. You had to fill the silence that Harry had created with his nonexistent answer.

Harry wishes that was a simple yes or no. Of course, he found you attractive, so yes. But only now are those feelings becoming more complicated, diverging from anything ‘simple’. It would feel like crossing a line if he said yes.

But Harry was great at brushing it off.

“Y’right. So why don’t y’pull these down and see for yourself, Doll?”

Your posture had been stick-straight and stiff unknowingly. But his hot words had your icicle-like spine melting in seconds, shivers cascading down your back like an avalanche.

You swallowed for what felt like the hundredth time since you’ve been here. You shifted on your legs on the ground, trying to get comfortable. You remind yourself that you are going to be confident and show Harry exactly what you have been learning. It should be simple. You should be able to do it without feeling all these emotions.

But it seems so hard when it’s Harry that’s tied to them.

Your fingers tuck into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pull them down. When the material is at his ankles, you finally acknowledge the hard length that sprung from beneath them. His cock was nothing like those porn videos. It wasn’t abnormally monstrous with loads of veins on the sides that looked impossible to fit into any hole. It wasn’t ugly and unappealing. Just the sight of his length alone made you want to touch him. Made you want to put your mouth on him…

You never thought you’d want to do that with anyone ever. You never thought you’d be attracted to that because of those unsettling videos. But of course, Harry is throwing you off, making reality much more fantastical and dreamy than it really is. How does he do such a thing?

You know whoever you fall in love with will not have a cock like this.

His tip was a dark pink with a smidge of wetness at the top. He only had one prominent vein that ran down the left side that was throbbing from neglect. You didn’t even notice your mouth watering, salivating as if you were classically conditioned.

“Does that answer y’question, Doll?” Harry was trying his very hardest not to stroke himself. Better yet, to come. The doe-eyed expression on your face was priceless and would forever be framed in his mind. The glossy, wondrous glint in your eyes screamed lust and anticipation. You seemed excited, but Harry could never be sure because he still feels a tad vulnerable. He’s never felt so revealed before.

He guesses with you it would have always been different no matter what. Because it’s you.

“Yes,” Your voice was quiet as you placed your hands beside his thighs. You were unbelievably nervous now. You were trying to recall what the videos did at this point in your head, but you lost your train of thought. You were literally entranced by his dick. Also something you never thought would happen.

“D’you know what happens now? Or do y’need some help?” he taunts, subtly squinting his eyes as he leans the slightest bit forward. He’s attempting to ignore the throbbing of his cock as you lock your stare into his eyes. It twitches, but he continues to neglect it. He thinks that if and when you decide to touch him, he will come on the spot.

“I know what to do, Harold.”

“Then do it, sweetheart.”

You repeat his words back to him, mocking his tone before spitting on your hands aggressively. Once you feel like they’re not as dry, you put one hand on him without hesitation. His taunting tone fueled you with more confidence than you would have thought. Your legs were tightly squeezed together, so you didn’t have to worry about the tingle that slowly began to throb between them.

Harry hissed lowly, followed by a gentle growl at your touch. Your hands were colder than he had thought, catching him by surprise.

“Holy shit, your hands are freezin’. How did I not feel tha’?”

“Shut up,” You grumbled as you continued to stroke him roughly, not really paying attention if it felt good. You’re annoyed with him because his dick is so perfect, and he’s trying to rush you.

“Hey,” his finger goes beneath your chin and forces your eyes away from his cock. You look into his eyes with a serious pout on your face. He wants to believe you’re truly mad, but he knows you, and he knows that you’re not. You’re secretly frustrated because you don’t know what to do now that you’re actually in the situation. And he knows you hate not knowing what to do. “You’re on your knees for me. Don’t forget where y’are. Now, show me what ya learned, pretty girl.”

His words never failed to make you dizzy. He might as well have put you on the teacups ride and then spun you in a circle. His finger was grazing your chin, and you felt as if you could melt in a puddle before him. He had you weak. He made you want to say yes, sir and obey his every command. Every drop of feminism left your body at his very words, your body going all in.

“Yes,” The s sounded slurred because the word sir nearly fell from your lips. It felt automatic, it felt right. But you didn’t want to cross any boundaries that you guys failed to cover.

Your hands continued to move up and down his length, feeling more comfortable with him in your hand.

“Can I…” You leaned forward, your mouth nearing his cock. He was leaking more than before and his tip was pulsing red. You didn’t even wait for his answer because you knew you already had his consent to do whatever you wanted.

Your mouth dropped down to his cock, sucking on just the tip. Harry doesn’t hold back his moan as it echoes throughout his living room, bouncing off his walls. You don’t move yourself any lower. You just swirl your tongue around the rutty tip and consume all of his juices. The taste wasn’t bad. Maybe a little salty, but it was nothing like you would have assumed. In a way, it was a little addicting. You had hoped that’s what cum tastes like, and you hoped that you would taste his.

Was that a weird thing to hope for?

“Fuck, Y/N,” Harry grumbled as his large hand slotted in your hair, in need of some stability. You didn’t mind, instantly loving the feeling of his hand on you. He didn’t pull or tug you, but just kept you in place. Almost as if he didn’t want you to go any lower in fear of you choking.

“Use y’hands for the rest,” Even with his eyes half shut, he was still able to instruct you on your technique. While his hand was strong, you went lower onto his cock, taking more into your mouth than before. The weight of his tip on your tongue was heavy and hot, but it didn’t stop you from slowly moving it in and out. Your hands eventually found a rhythm with your mouth, understanding speed and pace.

The louder Harry’s sounds got, whether they were breaths or moans or growls, hinted that you were in the right direction. You knew technique and skill was all learned from experience, but also being attentive to your partner. When Harry was pleasuring you, he always listened to you. Almost too well. Even just after a few sessions, he knew what got you off the fastest better than you ever did (obviously).

“Doin’ so good, Doll,” his fingers curled in your hair and you released some type of moan around his cock. The sound vibrated throughout his body, sending a shock to his core. “Gettin’ off on this, huh? ‘Course y’are. Just desperate for whateva you can get.”

Harry was completely right. Your clit was throbbing in your underwear and your nipples were beyond their peaks. But you didn’t seem as hopeless as you usually are because you finally had a reasonable distraction. Your neck was beginning to ache as your jaw felt like it was about to lock. But your hands never stopped, and your tongue continued to explore his circumference, even after swirling around it a million times.

Harry had been holding off for too long. He twitched every time he thought he was about to come, attempting to make it fade. But your mouth was just so warm, so wet, and so, so desperate to be filled, it was impossible to stay calm.

“D’ya want me to come, baby? Huh? Want me to come down your pretty, little throat? Gonna swallow it like the good girl you are, right? It’s the last step,” Harry was nearly choked from the way you moved on his cock. Yes, you were sloppy, but you were determined.

He could feel your nod along with the halt of your hands. You rested your hands on his bare thighs, clawing gently at the tiger tattoo. To his shock, your mouth went as deep as you could go, his tip nudging the back of your throat. He felt your gag, which he had expected for how fast you went down on him. Just as he was about to pull out of you completely though, you persevered, which made him go over the edge.

Before he knew it, his orgasm was spurting down your throat, coating your tongue. When he was all empty, you finally pushed him off of you to catch a breath. Harry was still in shock. He did not expect you to exceed your own limits and swallow all of him without hesitation. You have always had a good work ethic, though.

“Holy fuck, baby, are you okay?” Now, his hands grab your aching jaw in concern, pulling you up to sit on the couch. You didn’t realize how much your knees were going to hurt, but now that you’re up, all you are is achy.

The pet name made your skin hotter than it already was, wondering if he realized what he had just called you. Maybe it was an accident, but it had your heart accelerating at a speed that did not seem remotely healthy.

“Y-Yeah,” You croaked out, throat immensely dry. Harry quickly puts his boxers and pants back on before leaving to the kitchen. You’re left on his couch in shock while you rub your aching jaw.

Harry’s back with some water that you chug without thought. He can’t help but chuckle a little at your nature. He observes you doing a simple task, drinking water for your parched throat. But even with the mundane action, he’s somehow in awe. When you seem finished, you put the glass down and look at him.

“Well, that was difficult,” You sigh, leaning back on the couch. You believe that if you just pretend that what you’re feeling is normal then everything is normal. Harry’s concern for you still echoes in your head; the word baby is never going to be the same.

“I bet,” Harry’s response was dry, but only because he feels like he has to.

“Was it… horrible?” You asked, cringing in fear of his response. You know Harry’s going to be only honest, which means he could be brutal.

It felt way too fucking good for your first time and made me see you in a way I’ve never seen you before is what Harry wanted to say. But he settled with, “It was fine, Doll.”

“That’s it? Oh, c’mon! Give me something honest. I need to learn, don’t I?” You sounded like a little child. Harry rolled his eyes as you scooted closer to him on the couch. He swallowed at the proximity, which you didn’t bat an eyelash at. “C’monnnn.”

Truth be told, your heart was still racing, but you were too immersed in how off-put Harry seemed. You liked that he didn’t have some charming, witty comment hanging off the tip of his tongue. It was enjoyable to watch him get a little nervous.

“Don’t be so stiff,” his arm falls on the back of the couch, “probably why y’neck hurts so bad.”

“Pfft. My neck does not hurt,” You bluffed as you rolled your eyes, avoiding eye contact. Harry knows you too well, though, and didn’t believe you for a sliver of a second.

“Really.”

“Mhm.”

His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, absorbing its warmth. It was almost embarrassing how hot your neck was, flush with the aftermath of sucking him off. You won’t lie and say that it wasn’t attractive. You won’t lie and say that you didn’t get off on it. Everything that Harry had said had been true. It was evident that you were turned on by pleasuring him, just like he you.

You swallowed with his hand caressing your neck. His soft touch slowly turned into a gentle massage, squeezing the aching muscles between his fingers. You couldn’t stop the whispered moan that left your mouth at the relief. The slight roughness from his callouses was doing wonders to the soreness at the base of your neck. Your eyes had shut now, fully encompassed with his hand rubbing your skin.

If it didn’t feel so good, maybe you would worry about how this is too intimate and you too were way too close. But his touch wasn’t as electrifying as it was calming right now, soothing you until your mind’s thoughts were lulled asleep. You were amazed at how his hands could be both. You felt your shoulders drop in peace, teeth pillowing into your lips.

You weren’t conscious of all your movements, but each made Harry go mad. His touch was simple and light, but he could see it really relaxed you. Maybe you weren’t just sore from this, but from school as well. Sometimes, Harry felt like he hadn't talked to you as much because you too were so busy doing… this.

You guys lost time to just being friends.

Maybe Harry was too in his head, but he hated that. He hated that you hadn’t been texting him as often or even coming over as much. Every time you did now, it only had to do with sex. Don’t get him wrong, he loves that, but with you, it’s always more. It’s always been more. And he hates that there’s no ‘more’ anymore.

Should you two stop doing this? Harry already feels guilty enough. He feels selfish because he wants you in ways he knows he can’t have you, so why is he tempting himself? Each time you come over he knows what you want and he selfishly gives it to you because he convinces he’s doing you a favor. At first, he innocently was. But now, he doesn’t see you as a friend as much as something more. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to back petal his way back into a comfortable friendship with you as long as this continues. Losing his best friend because he was horny and thoughtless is unreasonable to him. That’s what it is, he concludes. That he is just horny, and he’s thinking with his dick.

But there’s a certain pattern of his heart that continues to beat your name in a rhythm that’s new and unfamiliar to Harry.

It feels like a crossed line, a boundary overstepped. If he were to officially cross the line, you would have your back turned on him unknowingly because there is no way you feel the way he’s feeling. He fears he is subconsciously trespassing an area of your friendship with these feelings that are bubbling in his chest. It’s hard for him to say he’s just a horny college boy when it comes to you, but that’s all he’s got.

Harry was so caught up in his head, he hadn’t realized how close you two had gotten. Your face looked beyond serene, basking in the warmth and comfort of his hands. But Harry felt guilty. He couldn’t stop feeling selfish for touching you, even if it’s what you wanted. You don’t know his intentions, so each massage on your muscles feels wrong.

Suddenly, Harry removes his hands off of your shoulders and your eyes peel open. You sigh with a gentle smile on your face, very thankful for the time he put into massaging your neck.

“Thank you. I guess my neck did hurt a little–”

“I, um, actually forgot I have work,” Harry blurts as he removes his hand from your neck entirely. Your smile fades as you shake your head. His words brought you back to reality instantly, taking you away from your sweet serenity. One where his hands are on you all the time, lulling you to sleep whenever you’re stressed. It was a great daydream, truly.

“Oh. Yeah. Did you say that before?”

“Don’t know. Must have slipped my mind. Sorry,” His responses were short and clipped, a tell that something was up.

“Hey,” You stopped him from getting off the couch. The worry laced in your voice seemed to slow him down. “What just happened?”

With anyone else, he would ask what do you mean? as if the other person was stupid. But he knew you weren’t stupid, and you knew exactly what was going on. Something had changed within that moment and you weren’t just going to have him kick you out because he had some random thought.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore. M’sorry,” he sighs, shoulder drooping.

You no longer felt serenity as the words fell from his lips. It’s always your best friends that know where it especially hurts. Right after you have done something vulnerable he drops that shit on you. Unbelievable.

This is why people should never do sexual shit with their best friends. Or better yet, any of their friends. It’s just way too complicated. It can never be as simple as a favor.

No, it’s way too fucking personal.

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(based on an ask i got on my old acc)

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It wasn‘t supposed to happen. Harry didn’t mean to find the vibe in your room. He was just innocently looking for a sweatershirt he’s sure you snagged when he saw it just sitting there on the bed. It was pink and pretty and it felt like it was staring him down.

He’s always had a little innocent school-girl like crush on you. You were his best friend. You were gorgeous and had such an infectious personality, he just wanted to crawl up in a ball of your warmth and stay there every time you smiled at him, and this, thinking about you using this pink vibrator to make yourself feel as good as you always should, almost awakened something in him.

He inched closer to it, cautious but so fucking curious. He didn’t wanna be a creep, but it was like it was begging him to go near it. And he figured if you stole his clothes he could inspect your vibrator.

It’s when he picked it up and brought it up to take a closer look, that the scent hit him.

You’ve used this recently.

And god if his cock didn’t throb in his pants at the realization. Harry loves pussy, knows the scent well but there’s something different about yours, maybe it’s just because he’s so infatuated with you as a person but the way you smell is driving him insane, unlocking deep, carnal passions inside of him. He hums out, bringing his hand down to palm himself over his sweats. He thinks he could possibly get off by just your smell and the thought of you getting off, but the vibrator is right there. And he‘d be wasting a perfectly good opportunity not to use it.

He inspects it a little, twists it around in his hand trying to at least know what he’s getting into. Then he flips a switch. The vibrator buzzes to life, almost shaking his entire hand, he squeezes his eyes shut tightly when he imagines how good this must’ve felt for you.

It’s so powerful and he’s staring at it with wide curious eyes, wondering if he‘d even be able to handle putting this anywhere near any of his pleasure spots. He switches it off instantly, shaking his head in dismissal and pure and utter shock that he would even consider this and walks out of your room to make lunch. He’ll just ask for the sweatshirt when you get home.

Only one problem, though, he’s hard. Oh so very hard and he knows you’re coming home soon, he doesn’t really think he can come that fast no matter how hard he tries or how much he thinks of you sitting on his face, it’s just not how his body works. He’s trying his absolute best to think about dead puppies and soggy waffles (he fucking hates soggy waffles and childish anger is most of the time enough to make a stiffy go down) and hope for the best.

When he hears your voice call out for him when you get home, his cock twitches in his pants and he breathes out a curse. His mind is swirling with thoughts of you calling out his name using that pretty pink vibe that’s still sitting on your bed with his touch all over it and he thinks he‘s gonna lose his mind.

“You alright, H?” You ask when you see him sitting on the couch with a pensive look on his face.

“Yeah yeah m‘alright. How was your day?” he‘s picking at his lips as he talks and that should’ve been your first sign that something wasn’t right. But you let it go nonetheless.

It’s when it’s time for bed and you ask for a cuddle and he declines when you begin to get worried. Harry. Harry Edward Styles. Harry Love Language Is Touch Styles, just turned down cuddles. From you. Your heart drops and you frown. Is he upset with you? It’s like he can’t get to sleep fast enough and far enough from you.

Something to be known about you is that you’re such a sensitive person, and tears pool in your eyes when he gives you a quick, half-hearted “love you” as he says goodnight.

Harry’s confused when he wakes up, when you’re gone and you didn’t stir him awake to let him know you’re gonna be leaving with a quick kiss on his forehead, but he thinks maybe you were just rushing.

He’s typing away at his computer, sending emails when his mind drifts off to you. Your sweet smile and your soft voice, how kind you are, how beautiful you are (drop dead fucking gorgeous, he adds), how soft your lips are, how they would feel against his, how good you smell, and oh, now he’s thinking about the vibrator again and he’s hard again and this cannot happen again.

He realizes he‘s not going to get over this until he does something about it, so his cautiously walks into your room even though he has no reason to, and sits on the bed, he notices the vibrator isn’t on it anymore and has taken residence on a shelf of your computer desk. His stomach swirls, and it feels so good but it’s not enough.

It was a long day of work, you’re tired and you’re kind of annoyed. And you can‘t wait get back home to Harry. Quite literally the light of your life. He always manages to brighten your day, even when you can’t imagine it being brightened. But after last night you aren‘t even sure he wants to talk to you. The word overreaction comes to mind, but, you’re sensitive and you overthink. One wrong move threatens to send you into a downward spiral and you wish that wasn’t the way it was but it is. And you feel like the spiral is not that far ahead.

When you get home you open the door softly, not wanting to disturb Harry in case he’s working or writing but all thoughts of keeping things quiet are gone from your mind when you hear what sounds like a pleasured shout.

“Fucking—fuck—“ he drags out the last word, his voice sounding like it’s wavering and he’s trying his absolute hardest to keep it together.

You hear a curse followed by your name and you pause. He’s moaning? And saying your name? You inch closer to your bedroom when you start to hear a familiar steady buzz. Your mind automatically comes to the conclusion on its own and you try your best to hold back a gasp.

Harry, your best friend Harry, is in there with your vibrator using it to the thought of you.

You open the door only to see his eyes squeezed shut, he’s panting out heavy breaths and his face is scrunched up painfully. He looks so overwhelmed in the best way, god if you don’t wanna just kiss that pout away.

“Harry.” you simply say and he jumps. He starts apologizing profusely but you hold your hand up, immediately halting him and you almost hum and how fast he listened to your direction.

“S’okay, H. Just wanna help. Can I help?“

He nods, almost apprehensively cause he was expecting you to freak out but you don‘t and he doesn’t know how but it almost feels like he got harder.

You tsk at him, and he frowns. Your delicate hands pull the vibrator out of his, brushing his fingers in the process and he shivers.

“You weren’t using it quite right, pretty boy. If you thought that felt good you’re gonna feel so much better.”

You switch it back on, putting on a setting that’ll warm him up but also make him feel quite nice. You’re definitely gonna save the best for last.

You notice when you walked in he was using it on his ass, so you put right back there and he gasps while looking right into your eyes. The intense gaze is heating up your core and you almost moan at the sight off his eyes rolling back.

“This why you didn’t wanna cuddle me last night? This what you were thinking about? Proper hurt my feelings you know.”

He feels a twinge of pain in his chest. “I��I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. P-Please.”

”Please what? What do you want? Hmm? Say it, Harry.“

“C-Can you please, put it…inside?” It‘s so hot to you the way he can’t even get his words out, that fact that he feels good enough to lose the ability to be coherent makes you feel like you’re gonna come right this second.

”Inside? Is that what you want? You want it inside?” you know you’re dragging this out, cruelly teasing him, but he’s too high on you and the pleasure to really notice what you’re playing at.

“Please, baby. I’m b-begging you. I need it inside. Please. God, please please.“ The innocence in his voice strikes you so fiercely. He’d do anything for you right now if you asked. Genuinely.

You reach up to stroke his cock while you lube him up and he‘s moaning so beautifully, you almost want to turn it into a song.

When you feel he’s slick enough, you swipe the tip of the vibrator on his hole and he pushes his hips down to try to make you go faster. He‘s caught on go the fact that you’re teasing. That you want to make him beg, that you like to hear it. And he truly meant that he’d do anything for you.

“Inside, inside. Please? Do anything, I‘ll—do anything.”

You finally push it inside of him and he fucking melts. His eyes roll closed and he slurs out “thank you, thank you, thank you“

It’s when you angle it to hit his prostate that he loses it. He‘s no stranger to stimulation on his prostate, but the foreign strong vibrations directly on it thats he’s never felt before is messing with his head.

“Oh my f-fuckin’ god. Right there, right there.“

“There? You like how that feels?“ you taunt, getting drunk on how much power over him you have.

“I do, I do. Love how you make me feel.“ You have an inkling he’s not just talking about how you’re fucking him with a vibrator and your heart warms.

You turn up the setting and he yelps quietly, keeping his eyes trained on you with so much desire swimming in them.

His hips start to shift, he thinks he might be getting close but that’s probably just the amount of pressure that he feels at the bottom of his tummy. It just feels so good, everything feels so good that he thinks good night not even be a good enough word.

He says your name and his voice cracks on the syllables. You look down at him to see his face, looking so fucked out with his eyes glassy and his lips parted. You know it feels good, but this good? There’s something else.

He’s just loves you so much and he trusts you so much and he‘d do anything for you and it’s only know that he’s realizing he’s slipping into subspace. It’s only happened to him once and it was the best thing he’s ever felt. He’s so glad he gets to experience it again with you.

He tries to warn you but his words slur together and he‘s quickly losing himself in it, his eyes rolling closed with a flutter.

You catch on though, and you’re determined to see him through it.

“S’okay baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” you tell him, leaning down to his ear knowing his hearing might be spotty. “Promise I’m gonna take such good care of you.“

“M’gonna cum. Can I? Please can I?“ his voice is nothing short of a whisper. Hoarse moans and whimpers still leaving his lips.

“Cum for me H.“ you tell him.

You don’t even have to touch his cock for him to burst. And it’s so much. So much cum and you can’t deny that you have a bit of a breeding kink. Thinking of all of that inside you just making you wetter than you already were.

“Harry?”

“So good to me. So good.“ he mumbles out, still swimming in subspace.

You manage to clean him up, his hands planted firmly on your waist, wanting as much contact with you as he can get.

He’s still mumbling incoherently, some words you catch and smile at them. You know sometimes in subspace it’s like you can still feel some of the pleasure. You wonder if thats what he’s feeling.

You hear your name coming from his lips and you figure it’s more of his babbles so you just thread your fingers into his hair and scratch his scalp gently.

He rasps your name again and you look down at him. He smiles up at you lazily and you return it.

”Hey pretty boy. Feeling okay?“

“Feel so good. Thank you.“ his voice raspy and hoarse from all the moaning he did. “I—um, I’m sorry about this whole—“

“Shh. You don’t have to apologize H. M’just glad you felt good. Sleep.“

And so he does, deciding he‘ll worry about figuring out what this all means tomorrow.

For now, your touch is enough to soothe him.

[freedomfireflies]

Harry verse: we know not all of them are up to love yet, but let’s pretend they were: how do all the guys/girls say it and how do they battle it out for who loves the other more. Please include all of them, but if you can’t (totally understandable queen) can you please include 404, OFTM, ifall, mine, bestfriendrry, knockout? Basically all ur recent ones, the way u have me weak for all of them is C.R.I.M.I.N.A.L

Hi baby!! I absolutely want to answer this BUT some of them we've already seen in their stories and some of them have yet to happen and I don't want to spoil it 😭💞💞💞 But I can do a couple of them!!

Mine Harry: Definitely said it one afternoon without even realizing he was going to! They're at the table, doing a puzzle, and she's just so excited because it's coming together so nicely!! And he's watching her and listening to her talk and smiling and he just...he loves her! So he says it!

iFall Harry: I love the idea that he says it right before he goes on stage and makes her stand there with her jaw dropped for two hours until he gets back HAHAH

Like they're walking toward the box he has to go into and she's wishing him luck and he's fixing his ear piece. And then right before he ducks under, he goes, "Wait," and grabs her hand before she can leave, pulls her back to him, smiles, and says, "I love you."

Then he gets inside the box and she just glitches for about 120 minutes HAHAHAH AND HE'S SO SMUG ABOUT IT ON STAGE CAUSE HE KNOWS SHE'S FREAKING OUT WHICH IS WHY HE DID IT

THIS WAS SO FUN THOUGH, IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHERS, I CAN TRY TO DO THOSE!! 😭💞💞

[harryfeatgaga]

always supporting bestfriendrry like even when you mention you’d want to go see him on the late late show he’s like “are you sure? It’s only an hour” telling you it’ll only really be his team and nothing crazy but you’d say “Wait do you not want me to go?” and of course he’s like “no no no of course I want you there…it’s just…I’m sure you have better plans” but you’d tell him you do wanna be there for him and it makes him so happy😔😔 that whole night he’s making sure you’re good, getting you snacks and drinks. Then after the afterparty you and his team go to a different restaurant to have a proper dinner, sat next to each other and that’s kinda when he realizes his feelings😔 he’s looking around at you and his team and it hits him that aside from them you’ve been there with him for everything😔and in that moment he knew if you weren’t there he’d just be wishing you were😔😔 when his friends are caught up in conversation he’d lean and give you a kiss on your temple. You’d smile up at him and say “what was that for” and he’d give his dimpled grin back saying “For being my best friend” and the way he looked at you, you know he meant it in more ways than one😔😣😔😔

NOOOOOOONONONONONONOOO WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK OH. MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

[canyonmooningg]

Masterlist

one shots:

kiss in the kitchen (bestfriendrry)

our song (ex boyfriendrry)

-k + s <3

[jarofstyles]

where's bestfriendrry? we're desperate miss jars

He’s hereeeee

[moonchildstyles]

bestfriendrry was so SO good we def need a part 2

Thank you so much bestie!!!! I’m so happy you liked it!!! I don’t think I’ll be making a part 2 but who knows!

[harrysmimi]

New Best Friend

Synopsis: One where Harry needs help from his childhood enemy.

CW: struggles with mental health.

More of my work

Now, now Harry was not a person to have any enemies, he's rather opposite. Fun loving guy, who loves to spread kindness and swear by it. But there was one person he hates, or you can say used to hate— or even better, pretended to hate. For the longest.

Really, he still hasn't came to conclusions if he hates her or not.

By her, it means, YN.

The girl from him class, he's known her since year 4. She was two years younger than many of his classmates and himself but was smarter and brightest one of all. She was six and he was eight but she was still beating his ass in everything!

Harry's mum never compared him to any kids, he did struggled with academics, especially maths but he was just below average student with drive to do better and low self belief.

It was teacher who compared not just him but everyone in the class who struggled with their own academics.

Well, this girl was all rounder!

She aced every fucking test with at least an A or an A+, she was school girls Cricket team, she spoke six different languages (who needs to know that many languages?), she was angelic at singing, goddess like in dancing. Plus she was very fucking beautiful. All the boys, and even girls would die to talk to her. Yeah, that was a little weird. And he would call himself stupid when he'd say he didn't harbour a teeny-tiny and itty-bitty crush on her as well, he had a crush on her in year 4 since her first day at his school. But then he got a girlfriend as he grew up and got over it.

SHE WAS EVEN IN SCHOOL'S THEATRE GROUP FOR FUCKS SAKE, FOR A YEAR!

But Harry found her very weird, and not to mention rude as fuck!

All she did was, walk to school, mind her own damn business and walk, go to her dance class or singing lessons and back home before five-thirty. She hardly wanted to participate in any group projects, always requested to take on solo projects. Obviously ace them!

Harry hated that he wasn't even close to be in her compitition. Even though his mum stressed so much telling him, he is perfect the way he is!

But he envied her so much, so much so that he once tried to stick some chewed gum in her hair but stopped, because one, his mum have taught him better and two, that was very fucking gross.

With in a month of her joining his school he found out she lived right across the street from him, the house right in front of his. Both their mothers became best friends.

She alone with her mother, who was an attorney and super qualified with a PhD. No wonder why her daughter turned out to be so smart. She never failed to brag about her daughter and her grades and extra curricular.

Many times he's been on dinner at hers with his mum and sister he never saw her or met her, which he found very rude because her mum always said she had to study or she went to bed. But who cares? Her mum made most amazing food he loved to devourer. The only reason he put up with being in the same class and keep to himself was the food!

YN on the other hand always wondered why he hated her so much. Especially since he pulled out his name out of the group project with her in tenth grade. He ignored her in hallways, even though their lockers were next to each other.

YN bad the biggest crush on Harry since the day she saw him. He looked so well groomed always, with the mop of honeyed brown curls. Fluffy cheeks with dimples denting deep when he smiled even the slightest. She was big fan of his green eyes and long lashes, it made her wanna curl them and put mascara and eyeliner on his eyes. She loved how he liked to paint his nails. Somehow she would always convince her mother to take her to the bakery he worked at whenever she could so she could try and talk to him. But everytime he would just ignore her, or not come to the cash counter what so ever. YN used to get very heart broken. She already struggled to make friends and the only person she wanted to be friends with, with all her heart hated her for some reason. Reason she never new about.

He never came out like the toxic masculine little teenage scumbag of boys in her school. He was so sweet, language teachers loved h and praised him so much. He'd once helped as she got her first period and her clothes were all stained, her mother wasn't in town. He called in his sister who went to same school but was in a few grades ahead of him to help her. That was like the sweetest gesture of him, but he left as soon as his sister was with her. She ever told Gemma to thank on her behalf but she never heard from him again.

Gemma was so nice to drive YN back home that day, lend her a pad and her jacket as a cover-up.

YN really adores and looks upto Gemma, she has been the big sister she never had for her. Especially since YN had moved out when she was 18 and her mum moved back to India. She had a really big fight with her mother that day. But Gemma had helped her through so much and promised to keep to herself all their meetings and things she have shared with her.

That was the reason why Gemma would be so mad at Harry when he'd express his hatred towards the poor girl. But can she blame him too though? It was something both the kids (who are not much of mids now) have to talk through themselves.

She was already close to being a fucking millionaire at the age of 18 with the business she had started without her mother's knowledge. Just a small application she was experimenting, providing financial Services and knowledge to people in easy language. It was a huge thing when internet was at it's peak that time. She went from earning six figured a year to earning six figures a month!

That didn't seemed enough for her, she had a record deal with Warner Bros and released her first album at the age of 17.

It tipped the sand mountain for Harry when she won her first Grammys (yes plural) at 18. And four more in 2018. He was a bit jealous because his first solo album did not make through the nominations.

She was one of the biggest names amongst the entertainment industry and business community.

As of now, she's got upto sixty billion streams world wide with just two albums out. Two Emmys, and an Oscar nomination under her name of best original score. She'd made a small venture with his sister in a sustainable fashion line. And a talent management company on her own. Went to Law school, got a Law degree and practicing licence. Her success was something right out of a fictional movie or something. But she'd disappeared for some reason after her second tour ended.

He even hated how close she was to his sister. Like Gemma is his big sister, not hers!

Aa for now, she lives alone in London with her cat in her big ass mantion, in a very bougie neighbour in Hampstead. With a in house studio for herself. He hasn't heard about her mother, nor her father who wasn't much in the picture in the first place, nor he's heard any new about her from his mum or sister in last good chunk of years.

Now why Harry needed her help was because he needed to record last minute touches for two of the main songs before he had to leave for Italy for a shoot. He had his third album coming out and he needed to add more touches to his second single. There were no studios available in London, it would be a waste of time to fly back to LA and look for a studio there. Luckily he got her number from Gemma and texted her but she never got back to him, she'd left him on delivered. He headed to hers in hopes that she'd be there, he just needed to record a few vocals and send them to his producer who was busy recording with someone else at the moment.

Her house was highly secured, there were even two guards by the gate. For some reason they let him in. He parked his car in the driveway and went to knock on the door. But one of te guard approached him.

"Excuse me sir," he said, "I am sorry we let you in by mistake. May I know who you are?"

"I'm Harry, I'm, ummmm... one of YN's, uhhh..." he tried to find right words, "umm, I'm her colleague."

That wasn't a lie, he technically worked in name industry as hers. To use technical terms they are colleagues indeed.

"Ms. YLN isn't—" he was cut off when another black Range rover drove in. It was YN.

"Dave?" She got out of her car from drivers side. Harry would say she did not looked surprised or even happy to see him there. Neutral wasn't the expression he'd say was on her face. "Don't you know my number plate?"

"I apologise ma'am, the lights by the gate stopped working today." Dave, the guard said.

"It's okay, we'll get it replaced in the morning." She nodded. Dave took her keys to take her car to the garage, but after she got her cat out of the back seat from it's carrier.

"What can I do for you?" She turned to Harry, getting straight to business.

"Hello to you too," he sucked in a deep breath, "didn't you get my texts?"

"No," she shook her head fishing her phone from her pocket. "Oh, I don't check my phone after eight."

"What if it's emergency?" He got worried.

"I get calls when it's emergency," she answered.

"Oh okay." He nodded, this is awkward!

"What do you want?" She asked.

"I, uhhh, can I please use your studio for a little?" He asked and explained his situation.

"Okay," she agreed without letting him finish. Opened the door and welcomed him, "please take off your outdoor shoes."

"Oh yeah, sorry." He slipped his vans off and kept the nicely in the little shoe rack there.

Her house was insanely gorgeous from inside. Everything just screamed her. With vintage decor to the pops of every colour in the rainbow. A random small pride flag hung right in between two cabinets. A shoe case right by the door, from Gucci to Louboutin, from sneakers to sexy heels, she was a bigger shoe snob he reckoned.

He silently followed her to the first floor. On the right was her own private gym, in the middle was a small game area with a pool table and a table tennis table, a basket ball hoop and a few arcade games. On the left was her Studio.

The vibe was very cool, like a classic studio. With dark purple and wood decor, purple neon lights and sound proof walls. A separated recording room.

"If you've got to record something, there is a system inside the recording booth. Make sure to log out later." She told him before she left him alone.

Harry pulled out his phone and lyrics he wanted to record. Once he was done. He went to main room and started mixing. The desk was personalise, with an iPad, apple pencil kept neatly there, a blue Polaroid camera with a wall of Polaroid pictures. None of them had her mother involved, most of them with her producers and one her closest friend from school and rest of them of her writing or playing certain instrument.

All of them were dated, he didn't find any recent ones though.

YN was the true epitome of isolated musician. She wrote all her songs, she hardly worked with her producer, Jack Antonoff though he was mostly busy with Taylor Swift. Almost all of her songs have her in credits for everything, from writing to recording to mixing and mastering. He wondered how she did that.

As he was getting done with last touches it's been three hours he was there. Yeah, it took a very long time. But he saw YN's cat came wandering in from the sets of stairs he did not notice led upstairs from the studio. There was a third floor?

The cat jumped on his lap begging for snuggles. He'd never seen a cat do that. His mum and sister have a ton of cats and none of them like this. The pink collar with a silver tag on it with her name, Vivian, she's got those big green eyes begging for pets and snuggles as she closed her eyes and bumped her head against his hand.

"Oh hello gorgeous," he cooed to the kitty, "you are purring so loud!"

Just as he was waiting for the file to be converted so he can email it to his producer, the computer started to lag and it got stuck there. For a second he got scared that l three hours of his struggles are gonna go in vain and YN's gonna kick him out now that he's spent enough time there. Just then he heard the door open amd close behind him, a sting of cigarette filled in the room when he turned the chair around it was YN. She walked upto him and placed a bottled a cold water for him on the desk and look at the computer lagging.

"You know you shouldn't be smoking right?" He suggested.

"Just shut up and do your fucking work," she mumbled and fixed the computer for him.

"As a fellow singer and musician it was my advice—"

"I don't need any advice. At least not from you, okay? So just do your work and get the fuck out of here." She warned him before she stormed upstairs. She's had a very dreading day already, her label was giving her hard time to get her album ready and released soon or she'll face some serious problems. She's had a bad day at work as well as one of her most important clients turned down the new project. The last thing she wanted to hear was someone telling her what to do and what not to. It is rude but she doesn't have the energy for it.

......................................................................

It was eleven at night when YN couldn't take it anymore. Okay, maybe she is over reacting to the situation. He nust asked for a tiny favour right? It's nothing much! It's not a big deal to have a literal breakdown over it, right?

She pulled her phone out and called Gemma the first thing when it really went out of hands. They talked in about three months.

"Hey sweetums, haven't heard from you in a hot minute. How are you darling?" Gemma sounded way enthusiastic for her liking.

"Hey Gemgem." YN mumbled, "sorry, I was a little busy but, are you busy right now?"

"I was just planning to go to bed, what the matter sweets?" Gemma asked, worried.

"Look, I, I know how you always told me to see a professional. I, I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. I, I just can't take it anymore. I'm sorry I'm reaching out to after disappearing for three months because, because I really need someone Gemma. I just—" she broke down crying.

"Hey, no it's okay." Gemma rushed, "it's okay, I'm not mad at you love. What happened, did something happen, are you hurt?"

"No, no, I didn't do anything. I just, I just really need someone to talk to me and hold me. I don't know where to go. My mum won't talk to me. I, I just feel so alone." YN ranted, crying, "I, I just feel like no one cares about me unless they need me, or need something from me. I don't want to feel this way."

"Hey, listen to me. I'm coming over okay? You're going to do one thing for me. Throw away your ciggerate you have in your hand right now — I know you do —, go out to the backyard, okay? Take in some fresh air, I'll be there in ten minutes." Gemma assured her.

"Please, please thank you." YN sniffled, already putting out her cigarette. She hung up and did just what Hemma told her to.

It was nearing winter. Air was a bit chilly but it was all she needed.

Harry left she saw when she got down to her backyard and it all came own like a landslide out of no-fucking-where. She didn't know what triggered her but for sure she had so much shit to unpack.

The reason why she's apologised to Gemma was, she got mad her for looking after her. It was an outburst none of them were expecting. Gemma have been asking her to at least try for once to seek a professional help. Gemma never judged her for smoking, it was not bad when in moderation, but it was very bad that it was affecting on her health badly and she felt concerned for her. Since she's first started smoking when she was just sixteen, yeah it was fucked up but not entirely fucked up. It started out with just one puff then later a cigarette a week, every other day to everyday. Luckily YN had bit of control over herself with that.

At the time YN didn't felt like she ever needed help. That's what her mother said to her when she was fourteen and struggling. Therapy was not for normal people like hers. She had everything, a nice house, her own room, she went to one of the best school, did amazing in her academics, had nice clothes to wear, had all three meals on her plate which many struggle to get in the world. What was there for her to feel down and so low at times?

Nothing, she had everything one could ask for!

Yes her father was abusive of her mother and sometimes to her too that her mum had to leave, flee the country even, start a whole new life. Yes she got bullied in school for her poor English, for when her mum would put oil in her hair, her ethnic roots, but she did amazing in school, right?

Yes her mum wouldn't be home most of the time and work over time, she had to learn and cook for herself, do the house chores, also look after herself and do good in everything because all her cousins did, she had to be the good daughter, right?

Look after her mother, help her out, doesn't matter how touch or affection starved she was, she could always try to do better, right?

It wasn't like her mother did not loved her, she provided for her, she did everything she can, right?

All she ever asked from was to be a good girl, do good at school, go law school, get a nice job and then she was free to do whatever, right?

Her mother always told her she was going to be there for her no matter what, right?

But then why did she leave to be with her abusive husband again?

Never reached out to her from past seven fucking years, unless she needed money or any sort of help. It is never a "how are you?" call but always a "can you send some money?" call.

It is never a "do you need anything?" call but always a "don't you wanna ask what your parents need?" call. Not just her mother. It was everyone she knew. Except from Gemma though.

And now even Harry, reaching out to her. It added to her pile her stacked up inside her just to tipped over. Well, that really shows that people want her in their life because she's useful and useless at the same time. Like why would the person who hated her the whole time she knew him for reach out to ask and even talk about the work and weather. He must have got better things to do anyway.

She never had it in her heart to say no, to anyone!

Only thing she has ever done for herself is make herself a place where she can confide in and hide away from the outside world.

But she was all alone!

She needed a home not a house. She needed her Mummy more than anything. Yes she is 25 now, but that doesn't change the fact she still needed someone to embrace her, or, or at least give a pat on her head, tell her that she's got this and she can do it. Just a bit of encouragement was enough to make her happy.

It was tiring to find way for self encouragement. She is just a human afterall.

It is always "you should do that, you should not do that" but never a "you can do whatever you want.".

It is always, "how are you so lonely when you've got all this money?" but never a "if you need a friend, I'm here for you."

It is always "you've got to figure your own shit out!" but never a "I've got you."

It is always "don't be so weak!" but never a "it's okay to cry and feel thing!"

She felt the all to familiar, sisterly embrace she was dreading for around her as she continued to sob, "I've got you, sweetums!"

That got her sobbing like a child all over again as she clung onto Gemma.

"What did he say to you?" Gemma asked finally after she was calmed down, she waited patiently.

"He didn't said anything." YN shook her head. "He just needed help with something."

"Do you know why you're crying then?" Gemma crooned, trying to push away baby hairs out of her face.

"I don't know Gems, it's a lot. You know with Mummy, and all my friends, everyone, no one fucking cares about me. I just wanna be loved. I can't take this anymore." And she started sobbing again. "Even the guy who hates me only felt necessary to reach out to me for help. Why does no one wanna ask how I am doing? Or, or if I need a hug or a pat on my back? Why?"

"I'm, I'm so tired of everything!" She ended, with a sighing cry.

"I love you. I care about you." Gemma told her, "you know I live ten minutes away, I'm always here for you. You're like my baby sister YN. Don't say that, please."

"Look, Vivian is sat right there. Do you wanna go inside and cuddle him?" Gemma suggested.

The fluffy, chonky cat was sat by the porch. For some reason Vivian was scared of grass and he always avoided out even though everything was safe for him. Yes, Vivian is a boy.

YN was so relieved Gemma was there she did not noticed Harry was there. He just stood there trying to process everything. Gemma had stopped him when he was leaving as she'd just got there on time.

He looked at YN with apologetic eyes. Gemma helped her to sofa and went in kitchen to make her a cup of tea to help with her coughing. Harry stepped in and gave her bottle of water she earlier offered him, he'd opened it but didn't took a sip from it.

Vivian had jumped on YN's lap to give her much needed snuggles, purring her worries and pain away.

"Can I sit here?" He asked, pointing the seat next to hers. She just nodded. To be polite. "Look, YN I'm so sorry!"

"Why do you hate me so much? What did I do to you?" She asked, hugging her cat.

"I don't hate you," he shook his head, just to earn a deadpanned look from her, "I used to though. I grew out of if. I guess I just used to be jealous of you back then." He admitted.

"Why?"

"Why? Because everybody loves you!" He stressed but in a most gentle way, "I felt so little in front of you. Your six year old self was very successful at dragging my eight year old ego to the fucking ground."

"You were good at everything, you learned six fucking languages, you were in music and theatre group, you got all straight A's, you, you, uhh..." He hesitated to continue, "you were so pretty, and everyone wanted to be friends with you. I was the one with all the charm but you came in out of nowhere and stole it from me. I hate myself for treating you that way now. I didn't know you were going through so much already. I'm so, so, so sorry!"

"I was stupid. I, I still am, but I'm working on not to be. I'm sorry." He sighed, "I don't hate you, love, I never did. I was just always jealous of you. Now I know how stupid I was as I didn't wanted to grind my ass to — quote unquote — compete with you. I couldn't even if I tried to. You're so strong, so talented. Gosh, I've been keeping up you — not in a creepy way — you deserve everything good for you because you've worked so hard to get there."

YN listened to his slow rant carefully. Yeah, they were just kids but he made her feel so shitty about herself. Yet she fell in love with him when she was fourteen and used to watch him perform in his band, White Eskimo, she's over it though. He was so kind to everyone but her. She deserves better!

"You think so?" She asked, feeling pathetic to fall for whatever he said.

"Mhmm, absolutely!" He nodded. "Can you forgive me?" He asked, sheepishly, knowing that he probably doesn't deserve her forgiveness.

"No," she whispered trying to hold back another sob, "I hate you now."

She doesn't mean it. He knows that too.

"Can I hug you?" He asked, already reaching for a hug.

"No," she moved back.

"Please, I need a hug after a long confession!" He whined softly and hugged her though she acted to fight him back. If she wanted she could kick his ass, she even knew karate and kick boxing. But she hugged him back, wrapping her vacant arm around his middle whilst still holding onto Vivian. "I'm sorry, YN."

"I wanted to be friends with you." She mumbled against his shoulder, her voice soft and low, just for two of them with hints of disappointment. "But you always ignored me. Everyone was so mean to me when I was new to school."

"I didn't know that, I'm sorry." He whispered, a hand rested on the back of his head, "I wanted to be friends with you too. But I thought you were rude which is far from the truth."

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I was so upset when you pulled out of the group project. I thought we could finally get to hang out."

It took him a while to remember what project she was talking about. It was in year 8, a science project they were both assigned. Now he knows her memory is very strong but he didn't expect it to be this strong to remember all this.

"I'm sorry for lashing out on you earlier." She spoke after a moment of silence from him, gripping tighter on him. He felt so comfy and cuddly, just like she always imagined that she never wanted to let go of him. "I, I don't know, I might have over reacted."

"It's okay, don't apologise for that." He caressed her hair. "And you did not over react."

"I promise, I'll quit." She said more to herself than to him or anyone, ut was about smoking.

"Yeah? I'm proud of you for saying that." He smiled. They sat in silence for what felt like ten minutes but actually were ten seconds. "Do you want to be friends?" He asked.

"You're mean to me!" She huffed.

"I won't be."

"Okay." She agreed.

"Enemies to friends." Gemma announced her entrance, "now friends to lovers when?"

Harry pulled away from the hug, feeling the heat rushing upto his cheeks. YN seemed unphased by his sister's comment, like they both shared a secret he wasn't a part of. Hell, he was never a part of anything! She gave YN the mug of tea she made for her. It was obvious Gemma gave them both space to sort things out themselves which should have been done years ago.

YN was very, very, very fucking observant. She saw Harry shaking his head in no next to her that broke her heart just a little bit more, like it did when he pulled out of that project, or when he totally ignored her when she visited his bakery with her mum.

Gemma went on and sent YN a few of numbers of therapists she had went to but didn't work out for her, those might work out for her she said. Then they talked about everything and anything but what happened tonight until YN just passed out sitting next to Harry, so did Vivian, on top of his human Mummy.

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It has been a year now. YN has been doing very fucking amazing, as she says. Luckily for her, she clicked with her second therapist and straight away got to work on herself. It's about a little over month she hasn't touched a cigarette.

How it started out to be a habit was still a blur to her. But her lungs were thankful of her.

About her and Harry. They were now very good friends. Went on walks, hikes and gym together, got many meals together. They shared a few friends they both chose to hang out with. YN made new friends though they were just any of her other friends.

Now it was just Harry after Gemma who's friendship doesn't feel conditional to her. Which is most amazing feeling ever!

Apart from all hanging out with friends, they'd hang out at hers. Watch a shit load of rom-coms, another thing they both share in common is their obsession with rom-coms. Tonight it was one of their random night in. YN was working on her new album, or well you can say finishing up her new album so she played him just one song out of fifteen others. This album of hers has been in making for five years.

"I love this song!" Harry exclaimed, a little loud with headphones on and he bopped his head to the music. In her opinion it was best experience to be heard with headphones or earphone on. "I'll play you Harry's House tomorrow." He offered.

"I'd love to hear it." YN agreed.

They were gonna have a little pool party at her place. Even Gemma and Anne were invited.

"Just one song?" He pouted when YN turned off the music after the song ended, "I offered to play you my entire Album!"

"But I didn't." She shrugged.

"Why? Are you scared 'cause there are songs about me on your Album?" He smirked, leaning in closer to her, hoping she doesn't push him off her balcony he let the headphones hang on his neck.

"What makes you think I would write songs about the guy who hated me for getting straight and homosexual A's in school?" She squinted her eyes.

"Don't you write songs about your enemies? I mean I would if I had any." He looked at her through his lashes, she still stood a bit shorter than him.

"Hmm, so you have written songs about me." She nodded, never breaking the eye contact with him.

"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't," he sighed softly, looking at her more intrigued by her confidence. He couldn't help but look at her mouth, she's got a rosy tint on her lips making him wonder what it tastes like. Over the past year, he'd admit his crush on her resurfaced, then he started liking her, of course more than a friend and now he is well aware that he's fallen in love with her. Their little harmless flirting, spending more time with each other than ever. It was making up for the twenty years old friendship they both could have already if he weren't to be such a jealous asshole in the first place.

He grabbed her hand gently as he leaned on the railing sideways, "can I tell you something?"

"Mhmm," she nodded.

Just as he was about to speak, they heard a car pull up in the driveway. It was Anne and Gemma, she waved at YN holding bottles of champagne as she ran inside, Anne followed her with a few Tupperware boxes of cupcakes and cookies she'd baked.

"What did you wanted to say?" YN turned back to him.

"It's nothing important for now. Let's go down." He gave her hand a gentle squeezed before standing up straight. YN was confused as she followed him downstairs.

Within half an hour Gemma and YN were drunk their ass off, drinking straight from the bottle they both shared. Singing off key to Taylor Swift. Gemma was in pool, Anne was just chilling on a beach chair seeing her daughter and her friend being total clowns drunkenly. Now they were both drinking straight vodka. And Harry was busy admiring his new best friend.

"Gemgem get out of the way!" YN warned her standing on the edge of the pool to do a back flip in the deep end. Gemma laughed being splashed with water. YN waddled her way to Gemma to hug her.

"Oi put that song back on!" Gemma scolded Harry as he pressed skip on All Too Well (10 minutes version) (Taylor's Version), that was a huge crime.

"Alright." He put that song back on.

"I walk through the door with you, the air was cold but something about it felt like home somehow and I, left my scarf there at your sister's house and you've still got it in your drawer even now." YN and Gemma both sang along, swaying in the water with their arms wrapped around each other. "Oh your sweet disposition and my wide eyed gaze, were singing in the car getting lost upstate. Autumn falling down..."

Harry sat next to his mum as the girls were busy themselves. He even missed his mother as he's seeing her after a couple of months.

"You still have got a crush on her, don't you?" Anne asked.

"No," he shook his head.

"Mhmm," Anne nodded taking a sip of her champagne, "you're looking at her like the eight year old Harry used to. I still remember you coming upto me and telling me you've got a crush on someone."

"Stop," he chuckled sheepishly.

"You were too naive to see that she wasn't rude." Anne continued, "you'd both would be great friends. Maybe even lovers eventually."

"I know, I was stupid." Harry nodded. "But we're friends now."

"Fuck the Patriarchy, keychain on the ground. We were always skipping town." The girls yelled the part of lyrics making both Anne and Harry chuckle.

"Be careful you two there." Anne called and both yelled a yeah before they began to sing along the song.

Harry talked to his mum, about everything, the movie he was done shooting recently in Italy, his album coming all together, his tour was still being added with dates. It was a lot. For him personally, though he loved to tour and travel and play shows. He was dreading this time because he's become so used to being with YN all the time during his off days, it was already feeling empty to him. Though she's releasing her Album soon too but no one knows when, she says she'll put it out herself when she feels like it.

He didn't realise it's been just ten minutes as the song ended and Without Me by Eminem started playing, it like it's been at least an hour.

"Have you told her yet?" Anne asked, resuming the talk about him and his new best friend. He'd talked to her briefly about the feelings he have unintentionally harboured for her, again, after all these years.

"No, I was going to," he shook his head.

"Oh, sorry we interrupted." Anne said, "YN's forcing us to stay with her tonight, isn't she?"

"I wish I could stay but I've got a shoot tomorrow," he said, a little upset.

He wasn't drinking because he'd got to drive back home, but he was dreading a shot or two of that vodka YN and Gemma have claimed to themselves. He had gathered all his courage to tell her finally how he feels. It's been months he wanted to tell her.

"Mum, come on here!" Gemma called.

"Hazza!" YN called for him.

"I'm good here." He told her, she made a puppy face but he shook his head in no, and just let all three of the girls have their fun.

It doesn't seem that long time since they talked things out that night, but it's been a year. She's been to his shows they've been to places on vacation during the entire year as he worked on his album. She wrote album around that time too but he hardly ever noticed her taking notes or stuff. She had just brought her guitar with her, which her mum gifted her on her tenth birthday.

His favourite time was in Italy. She had taught him how to do a back flip, in water though he needs more practice to do it on the ground. They got to go out as if they'd switched realities. There was no one bothering them. They went to wineries there.

YN even made friends with the elderly lady who lived next door to her flat in there, she spoke Italian (he found out she'd learned three more languages since they both last saw each other) too and impressed the lady. She bragged about learning different Italian dishes from her.

He would mostly go over to hers, they'd have day in, watch rom-coms, do face masks and skin care, paint each others name, she'd let him ramble in his slow tone for hours on hours without being bored. He'd also learned she did not liked to talk much, but rather give short and quick answers or insights or comments in between conversations.

She even convinced him to grow out his beard to see how he looked out. According to her it was hard to envision him like that as she's always seen him with a clean shaved fave. He'd grown quite fond of it, now that he knows she likes him with a beard. Well maybe not a full one but a stubble maybe.

They were playing monopoly (she always managed to keep him behind), they'd been playing the same game since the start of their trip and get back to it. It was more of a compitition. But all he can remember was catching her stare at him once as he was too busy playing his next move. Her gaze carried the shine of stars with it.

"What?" He asked, chuckling rather sheepishly.

"Nothing," she shook her head.

"Why are you looking at me like that then?" He asked.

"It's just..." she sighed trying to hold back the prettiest smile he's seen, "you look the same. It's just that you can grow a beard now."

"Seriously?" He gave a joking deadpan look at her attempt to annoy him.

"Mhmm!" She nodded. That made him attack her with tickles and tip the board of their game from the coffee table.

"Hey, watcha smilin' at?" He was startled by YN there, she had large tshirt on over her bikini as she crouched next to him.

"Nothing," he shook his head, "where is Gemma and—" he heard his sister puking in the bathroom downstairs. "Oh, I see."

"Mhmm, do you not want to go bed?" She asked, slurring on her words a bit.

"I was gonna go home now, I'm sorry, I've got a shoot tomorrow." He explained feeling bad. He was going to tell her, he promised to himself but he just forgot.

"You didn't tell me earlier." She said, upset, her eyes blurring with tears.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I just forgot." He grabbed her hand.

"I'll let you go on one condition." She cane up negotiation immediately, what a business woman she is!

"And that is?" He was nervous he wouldn't lie. She is very cheeky and unpredictable.

"Jump in the pool with me!" She stood up immediately, tugging onto his hand.

"No, I'm not." He said, "it's cold!"

"No it's not, come on!" She managed to drag him closer.

"YN, love, come on." He sighed. But it was too late, she'd already pulled him in the pool with her. He gasped with cold shocks running through his body, soaking all his clothes. He didn't see YN anywhere, "YN?"

He panicked and turned around, "boo!" She scared him.

"You scared me!" He scolded her.

"Sowwy." She clung onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. But Harry had his own plans now. With his hands on her hips he picked her up and threw her back in the water.

"You little shit!" She whined coming up on the surface and push him, there began their water fight.

"Stop, stop, stop." He told her as she was splashing water at him, he was doing it back.

"You do it first." She said, "stop!"

"Okay, okay, stop." He slowed down, but she didn't, "okay." He grabbed both her wrists and pulled her in. "Now who's little shit?"

"You are," she giggled, booping his the tip of his nose with her pointer finger.

"God all my clothes are wet now!" He sighed.

"You're not going anywhere, put them in the dryer, no one will come into you room." She grabbed a hold of his hand and started walk outside.

"You said you'd let me go home if I jump in pool with you," he reminded her.

"If you jumped into pool, I dragged you in with me." She corrected him. "Come on I'll give you my jammies to wear."

"You still wear jammies to bed?" He chuckled following her

"Yeah, blue ones are my favourite."

God she's so drunk but how is she walking without tripping over nothing? He's got so much to learn about her still.

"Mhmm tell me more," he urged her to talk more. He followed her to her closet, which was fairly small, smaller than his at least.

"Ouch!" And she hit her head to trying to open a cupboard.

"Oh no YN, you alright? Lemme see." He turned her around to take a look at her head. It definitely left a dent on her head, "it's okay we'll put some ice on it."

"Oh it hurts," she mumbled.

"Okay, change up I'll go het ice for you okay?" He suggested.

"Mhmm," she nodded.

He shut the door to her closet behind him and headed down. Lurking around in the freezer he found an ice pack he took it upstairs. YN had already changed into her blue jammies (just a matching set of cotton pajama shirt and shorts) and her hair was still wet, she's saton her bed with a towel on her head.

"Hey you alright love?" Harry walked up to and took the towel off her head.

"Now my head hurts." She sighed.

"It's okay, where have you kept your first aid kit?"

"In the closet, second drawer from the left." She said. He got her a painkiller. "Take this and get some sleep yeah? You'll feel better."

"Thank you," she nodded. "Oh, I kept your clothes on the closet. Forgot to bring them out."

"It's okay, don't worry about me," he assured her, "now get in and go to sleep, I'll take the sofa." He tucked her in nicely.

As YN went to bed trying to ice her head and try to fall asleep, Harry went in her closet to get the clothes. She'd picked out the same oversized (well oversized on her) t-shirt and black basket ball shorts from the last time he'd crashed in. He took the clothes to the downstairs bathroom where he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth, there were a few new toothbrushes there just for him: what YN said. There was everything set up there for him even though he's stayed just one night at hers so far.

Just as he was putting on the shorts he remembered yet another funny antiques of her.

"Shirt would fit me, but the shorts would be too big." Harry said.

"Oh," YN looked at herself in the mirror in her closet checking herself out as those were her basketball shorts, she wore them all the time. She had to get a size that would fit her bum and thighs comfortably. "Kim Kardashian and Kylie Jenner who?"

Harry laughed at that, "you're weird sometimes."

"Oh!" She gave him a weird look.

He still doesn't know why she gave him that look. But she's adorable so he let that slide. Just as he was about to put his phone down he got a text from YN. Asking him, nicely, to bring her some snacks from the cabinet.

YN 🧸: Hawwy can yo pls brimg ne Oreos and doritos frpm kitcjen? I wojld museld but i hsve hwad axhe! 🥺🙁

YN 🧸: amd i an hunhry! 🙁🙁

She wrote. Luckily he was able to make out what she was trying to say. He sighed putting his phone back up on the coffee table and went to get what she asked and bring it to her room. She gasped once she saw him happily and in an effort to sit up fast, she felt stinging pain in her head making her wince.

"Be careful there darling." He told her handing her, her snacks. "Someone said they don't like to check their phone after eight."

"This is emergency!" She whined, "what if I died of hunger here?"

"That's never going to happen. Please go to bed early now, you're going to be sick in morning anyway!" He stressed.

"I can't sleep," she pouted, "I dunno, my head hurts very bad."

"Oh I know love," Harry cooed and gave her a well deserved hug after hitting her head with the cabinet door. But she scooted to the other side of the bed moving the blanket aside, she patted the matress next to her.

"You wanna share?" She asked offering her oreos. Honestly, Harry wasn't sleepy at all so he joined her, grabbed an oreo from the pack.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked.

"Got to go to work. Have a meeting at 2." She said, stuffing her face with cookies.

"Do you want to go grab coffee or something after?" He suggested.

"Yeah, we can do that." She nodded in agreement. "You wanted to tell me something earlier?"

"Not now," he sighed. "I will tomorrow, now you gotta get some sleep yeah? Got a big day tomorrow."

"Okay, can you please talk to me? I really can't sleep with a head ache." She requested.

"Of course, what if I tell you what Mitch and I did when we pulled an all nighter to write Daylight?" He suggested and she nodded in agreement again. Scooting down to rest back on her fluffy pillows, Harry lied next to her.

He didn't know it was weirdly comforting sharing a bed with her for the first time. She scooted closer to him, resting her head on same pillow as his snuggling her face into his neck, that made butterflies raid in his tummy. She had her arms tucked in between them two. He pulled her blanket upto her shoulders as he held her close him, told about how him and Mitch had to pull an all nighter, that's why he couldn't go to see her the very next day for lunch.

"You're still awake?" He noticed.

"Oh, sorry!" She realised and shut her eyes closed making him chuckle.

"Hey, what's going on in your walnut brain?" He asked.

"I don't have a walnut brain, you have a walnut brain." She sounded pissed, "but nothing, just like to hear you talk."

"That's the first time I'm hearing someone say they like to hear me talk. Thanks love." He felt warm inside on her compliment.

"Mhmm, you have very nice voice. It's very soothing." She added. "Now good night Harry." And she booped his the tip of his nose with her pointer finger before finally closing her eyes to sleep, "please be here in morning. I love you Harry."

He heard a soft sigh from and her body relax in his arms. His heart was racing as he tried to breath. She just said I love you for fucks sake!

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Harry woke up with a dry throat the next morning to find out neither YN or him have budged from their places. She still had her arms tucked in between them, he still had his arm around her waist, she still had her leg thrown over his. He looked to the other side of her table to see the time.

9.41 AM

It showed in bold red letters on her bedside digital clock.

Harry sighed, taking in everything from last night letting himself process everything for at least a couple of minutes. Or until YN decided to turn her back to him, now holding onto his arm around her waist.

"Hey lovie, do you want to wake up?" He asked, his voice sounded much deeper and even more soothing. YN just mumbled something and went back to sleep, he reckoned she asked for five more minutes. "Haven't you got a meeting at 2 darling? It's almost 10 now." He reminded her.

YN gasped getting up in hurry, "oh fuck!"

Her office was half an hour away from where she lives plus the traffic around that time insane for some reason.

"It's okay, you've still got some time left. I can drive you." He said.

"I don't know, I'm gonna be late!" She snuggled back into him having an instant breakdown.

"It's alright, you're the boss." He assured her, "you can be late if you want to. Unless it's a meeting with a client or something."

"No, it's just a staff meeting for the next project." She mumbled, but gasped again, "does my head have a bump?" She touched her forehead where she hit her head last night.

"No you don't," he chuckled.

"My head hurts to bad, I need a coffee, I'm hungry. Fuck why did I drink last night?" She cried.

"Hey it's okay, mum said she'll be making waffles for everyone." He told her, "I can go make coffee for you okay?"

"Yeah, thank you," she hugged him instead of letting him go so he can make her coffee, "Harry you're the best."

"Thank you darling." He chuckled softly giving her a squeeze.

Like old times, Anne made everyone some waffles. Whenever YN's mum would have to stay over late for work she would have to go stay with Anne. Her and Gemma shared a room and in morning Anne would make waffles because loved them. Harry used to be jealous with all the special treatment she would het, not that he was ever neglected, he is of a territorial nature. But today Harry and YN were being nice yo each other, like they have been from past year.

He'd given her another painkiller for her headache, made her some nice warm cup of black coffee. Gemma was completely wasted still that she did not see Harry's change if clothes or she would getting under his skin teasing him.

Anne and Gemma left after breakfast, Harry stayed as he promised YN he would drive her to work. And so he did.

YN was a little bit lost the whole day. She didn't how she went through her meeting, she'll definitely have to ask her assistant for notes later. She had no plans on continuing to be in the industry after this Album so she have been focusing more on her businesses lately. Plus she had a meeting with her manager and released the first single and the entire Album out of nowhere. That was like the only highlight of her day so far.

But last night she had little to no control over herself though she tried her best. And she remembers everything, from getting wasted along Gemma to pulling Harry into pool with her, from giving him her clothes to change into to asking him to cuddle with her, from sharing her snacks with him to telling him she loves him.

The thing is, she never got over her crush on him. Especially after he went on to be such a big name, she just couldn't help but keep up with him. Bought and listened to all on One Direction albums. It was a true fangirl moment for her when she got to meet the other boys because of Gemma and now they're all (well not Harry until recently) best friends with her, even Zayn!

She didn't when it happened, she's been avoiding talking about it to her therapist. She is just afraid she's going to loose him as a friend and go back to the beginning and have him hate her all over again. She really said "I love you." to him, what a fucking idiot she is!

Oh fuck!

Oh fuck no!

She did not just just fucking said that to him.

Just as she was about to bail from the restaurant her and Harry were supposed to meet for dinner instead, he came through the door in all his glory. He looked so cosy in a baby blue cardigan, wore the same white shirt she gave him and a pair of baggy jeans. His hair looked so fluffy with a clip holding them back on top of his head. It looked like a sprout to her, she almost chuckled seeing that.

"What?" He asked and hugged her, tightly, catching her off guard but she returned the hug and earned a kiss on her head.

It was a new thing from him since a past couple of months now. He'd not miss a chance to place a kiss on her head everytime they hug.

"Where do you you were going?" He asked sitting down at a table with her.

"Was just going to call my manager for something." She made an terrible excuse which he caught bit chose not to say anything. She grabbed the menu and handed him one and busied herself in looking through it. As he was about to speak a waiter approached their table.

"Good evening, I'm Zack, are we ready with the order?" He asked.

"Good evening," Harry said, "I'll have the lasagna please."

"And for you ma'am?" Zack turned to YN.

"I, I, I'll have the Alfredo pasta please." She said the first thing which came to her mind, couldn't even go through the menu. Zack took the menus and left.

"So, how was your meeting?" He asked.

"It went good," she nodded, "I zoned out in middle, still hung over but it went well for most of it."

"Hmm, I saw!" He nodded pulling out his phone and showed her the music video ahe dropped out of nowhere, "why didn't you tell me about this? This is so fucking good!"

"It was quite impulsive decision." She smiled sheepishly.

"I streamed the entire album. There are no skips at all!" He was fangirling over YN's new album.

"Thank you," YN chuckled. He actually listened to the entire hour and half long album of hers. "Can't wait to hear yours."

"Oh, I'll send it to you after." He shrugged, "need another opinion on it."

"Yeah, I heard As It Was which you forgot delete off my computer that night." She reminded him, "it's like a depressing party song. You'll have people dancing to most down time of your life."

He laughed, "that's exactly my plan."

"You are so fucking weird sometimes dude." YN shook her head in disbelief making him giggle again. Their food was served.

"I wanted to talk about something," Harry cleared his throat slightly.

"Hmm?" She tried her best to act normal. Is going to bring up that last night? Is he going to tell her that they can't ve friends anymore?

"I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now," he started, tried to hold back his smile seeing her stress eat but he continued, "especially after last night, I don't want to assume but I don't think that last night was just something out of nowhere. I should start with saying that I know I used to like despise you when we were young." He chuckled awkwardly making her laugh.

"Yeah, like I murdered your pet hamster or something," YN laughed throwing her head back.

"Okay, now you stop making fun of me," he got embarrassed.

"Okay so now you've got another reason to hate my guts? You sure I didn't kill your hamster in past life or something?" She asked.

"No," he laughed embarrassedly.

"Just say it bro, I'm hungry!" She said taking a sip of her water. She dying of nervousness inside knowing exactly what's coming next.

"Did you just called be bro?" His features turned to be what looked of weirdness and upset in one. It didn't made, not even to him.

"God! It was just an expression dude!" YN rolled her eyes, "or sorry, shouldn't call you dude either."

"Okay, I'm a bit too old for these things I guess." He smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah you are." She nodded.

"I'm barely two years older than you." He whined.

"Nuh-uh! Two years and eighteen days older." She corrected him, "fucking hypocrite!"

"Hey!" He whined again but ended up giggling. "But can I ask if you meant what you said last night? I, I know you were like super drunk...  So...?"

"I said what, what did I mean?" She tried to act as if to be unknown of what he was saying, though she remembers every mili second of last night. For fucks sake she still haven't gotten out of her hang over but she'll take a fifteen shots of vodka or straight up a bottle of gin or anything strong that will her knock her out.

"You don't remember anything?" He got upset and that made her upset.

Oh god this getting more fucked up!

She doesn't want to tell him how she feels. She just got be friends with him after years and years of just feeling miserable trying to find the reason of his hatred towards her. This is definitely going to fuck it up, she fucked up, now he's going to tell her to never show that stupid ass face of her to him again! Oh fuck no!

"No, I remember I got drunk with Gems... And uhhh... I did a back flip in my pool, and, and I pulled you in the pool with me later. And... And, and that's it." She shrugged already regretting telling him what she remembers. Or at least some parts out of everything she remembers.

"That's it?"

"Yeah that's it! What else happened?" She shrugged nervously.

"Hmm, anything else? Like you drunk texting me to bring you late night snacks to your room, then asking for cuddles." He listed more things.

"I didn't ask for cuddles, I asked you to talk." She corrected him.

"So you remember more." He squinted his eyes at her suspiciously.

"No..." She shook her head.

"I'm going to cut the crap and get to the point." He sighed giving up because she turned out to be more stubborn than he thought she is.

"Yeah, obviously, I'm starving here!" She chuckled with her nerves exaggerated as she took another sip from her water. Harry just opted to smile.

"You can start," he suggested before he began, "look, I know that you know what you said last night and before Gemma and Mum came over, on your balcony, I, I wanted to talk about this." He took in a long breath.

"Nah, dude, you're not cutting the crap here you're adding to it." YN pointed out already digging into her food. She had to skip her lunch for this stupid meeting okay, she's really starving!

"Okay, look, I, I, I'm in love with you. I didn't wanted to tell you here in middle of a restaurant but rather at in a quieter setting. But here you go, I love you!" He ended his speech with yet another sigh, but this one was of a huge relief.

He noticed YN has froze in her actions, noodles on her fork as she was in midst of taking another bite with her mouth open, more of a surprised look on her face now. Someone sneezed at the next table bringing her back on earth, she shook her head and put her fork down clearing her throat.

"Did I really say I love you last night?" She mumbled sheepishly earning a nod from Harry, "I thought it was like one of weirdly real feeling dreams. But I guess not." He chuckled at that.

Harry offered her his hand over the table, she rested her hand in the palm of his own. It was adorable how much smaller her hand was in compared his it, like those cliche couple things but they're not a couple. Yet.

Harry clasped his fingers around hers gently, "I dunno when it happened, but I can admit YN, I have had a crush on you since the day you joined school and Mrs. Jones introduced you to the class. I know I despised you, but how couldn't I? You are this perfect person anyone could die to have in their lives. I know no one if perfect, but to me you are. You were the most adorable little thing I've laid eyes on, you still are but we're not little anymore." He chuckled.

"I wanted to talk to you but my dumb ass thought you were the rudest person to ever grace this planet but you were just new to everything. I was very harsh on my judgement there. I don't want to get into more as I've a fuck ton apologises I have to get out. So I'll stop now with those. Just ao you know, I've fallen for you real bad that I've got my knees all bloody." He ended his rant with that stupid little dimply smile of his.

"Okay this is a lot to process!" She cleared her throat.

"You don't have to say anything." He assured her, "at least not now."

"Yeah okay." She nodded, looking as if she just saw a ghost or that girl in white clothes from the horror movie with her hair covering her face, Harry just giggled seeing her reaction.

"Do you want to go get icecream after?" He suggested.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

Oh my god, shut the fuck up! Harry literally said he's in love with her, lile more than friends obviously he doesn't have to mention that. Oh my!

YN couldn't eat after Harry's little confession. After Harry was done paying they both walked to this icecream place down the street then walled back to his car, no words exchanged. He wanted to give her some time to process everything like she said. She had two things going on in her mind, one, she did not wanted to ruin their friendship and two, she did not fucking wanted to ruin their friendship.

"What are you thinking?" He asked and unlocked his car.

"I don't want anything to ruin our friendship." She mumbled.

"And why would that happen now, love?" He asked her, calmly with his voice just audible for her though hardly anyone was around.

"I don't know, what if we don't get along other than just being friends? It's going to be bad." YN explained.

"We're always going to be friends. If you don't know, I have very few best friends and you're one of them so you're very special to me hence I'm never going to leave your side." He assured her. "Unless you want me too, but it'll still take you real long time to get rid of me."

"So what now?" She asked.

"What now?" He sighed dramatically, "now I'm gonna take you out on a real date tomorrow, gonna ask if I can have the honour to be called your boyfriend. And then see where this takes us." All the while him explaining his plan he subtly took a step and half closer to her.

"You really want that?" YN asked, trying hold back her grin, she had to lift her head up to look at him.

"Of course I want that." He said, head tilted to a side with a cheeky smirk on his face. He was taken back when YN squealed and attacked him with a bear hug wrapping her arms around his neck, he almost lost his balance but he caught both of them in time. He laughed, "I love you."

"I love you Harry!" She whispered and earned a kiss on her cheek.

"Gemma is going to pull my leg till the day I die now." He let out another sigh, but contained one still holding her close.

"Why? No she won't!" YN defended her best friend.

"Yeah, 'Enemies to friends, friends to lovers when?' still remember that!" He chuckled burying his face in her neck. YN squealed trying to jump in his tight hold.

"I love youuuuu!" She squealed.

"I love you!" He mumbled, "I've waited long enough to say this, haven't I?" And he pulled away enough to look at her.

"Yeah, you were being a pussy and a dick at the same time." She rolled her eyes.

"Hey!" He whined and she just shrugged. She hugged him again laughing.

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OH MY GOD SO YOU AND HARRY HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS FOREVERRRRR!!! AND STARTED SLEEPING WITH EACH OTHER WHEN COVID STARTED BECAUSE YOU WERE QUARANTINED TOGETHER… BUT WHEN YOU GO BACK TO WORK YOU GET INVOLVED WITH A CO WORKER AND HARRY GETS SO JEALOUS.

“we agreed that it was just sex!”

“We both know it was more than just sex, Y/N”

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DATE: SEPTEMBER 9, 2023

summary: you can’t stop thinking about your first orgasm, so you try to relieve yourself of the ache. when you’re left unsatisfied, you reach out to harry for some guided practice.

words: 6.6k

requested: a bunch!

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [masturbation, dry humping (?), thigh riding/rubbing], praise kink, dirty talk), language, and two horny best friends

note: this is a new series i plan on writing (but i don’t know if i want it to have a plot or just blurbs)!! i literally have so many requests (what’s new…), but i have a lot of motivation to write this right now, plus i’ve gotten a lot of requests for it as well. i hope you guys don’t mind the delay of my other writings… x PART THREE

bestfriendrry x inexperienced!reader

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It’s been a week since you last saw Harry.

Yeah, you’ve texted here and there. Maybe if you saw some funny video that you just had to tag him in or vice versa you would, but you haven’t actually seen him. Not physically. You think if you did, you might just die.

The second that you rose up from his bathroom floor after having your first orgasm ever (and mind you, it was mind-blowing), you stiffly cuddled up with him on the couch to watch the movie he picked out. If he seemed confused by your quietness or hardened body, he didn’t say it. Your head on his chest would vibrate every time he laughed at something funny, but it was hard for you to voice some of your own giggles out. You couldn’t focus on anything other than his body pressed against yours, so similarly yet so differently to how it was merely hours before.

From your position, you were able to feel his heart beating, organ pumping blood and keeping him alive. Stable. And that’s all you felt from him; his stableness and calmness. Your heart was thrashing around anxiously in your rising chest while he was just calm. His lively beat was as calm as the ocean waves, so relaxing that you drifted off to sleep before the movie had ended.

In a deep, much-needed slumber, Harry could feel your body loosen up. He didn’t want to say anything, but he could feel your tenseness. That was the opposite of what he wanted to happen. Orgasms were supposed to make a person relaxed and stress-free, but your body felt nothing like that. He could practically hear all your anxious gears overthinking in your little head. He wanted to pry every thought out and reassure you that whatever you’re thinking is fine and that he’s there for you. But he knew he had coaxed enough out of you when you spilled out your biggest secret to him, earning yourself your first orgasm in the process.

So, Harry never brought it up. Not through the funny parts of the movie, the romantic scenes, or even the ads. He just let the air between you guys grow incredibly thick with your silence, but pretended like he could see through the fog. He remained as nonchalant as possible–it was his forte after all. After you fell asleep, Harry let the movie ride out. He tried to pay attention the whole time instead of pondering what you might be thinking, but he didn’t do too well. If someone were to quiz him on the film, he would fail horribly.

Harry shuts the television off and cradles you up into his arms. Your head lumped onto his shoulder like dead weight before you snuggled up right into his neck. Harry had carried you many times before, and even more times while you’re asleep like that, but the way his skin was getting all warm and melty was something he’d never experienced with you. Your nose was right up against his pulse and it made him feel sensitive and vulnerable, but also so warm and alive. It was really hard for him to stay calm.

When he reached his bedroom, he gently unwrapped you from his body and laid you on his bed. He watched in awe as you immediately curled into a ball like a fetus, trying to hold on to something for comfort. After a few minutes, Harry joined you in his bed and threw your hands around him. Your subconscious didn’t hesitate to scoot closer and bathe in his body heat, snuggling into your favorite pillow; his chest.

It was really hard to stay calm.

You both woke up and went on your way for that day as if nothing happened. You had an afternoon lecture that you had to catch and Harry had to go to work. It was alright. Everything was fine. Everything was normal. Right?

But you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

Normally, that would never have been a problem. He’s your best friend, so of course you think about him all the time! Sometimes, you’ll see a sign or a poster on the news board when walking to class that reminds you of one of your guys’ inside jokes that you just have to send to him. If he sees something too, he’ll send it your way. You both find it fun and endearing at the same time because that’s what best friends do; so alike and attuned that they’re always on the same wavelength of thinking. It was normal. But the way you’re obsessively thinking about Harry isn’t normal. You couldn’t even convince yourself that it was and that’s saying something.

Your mind kept drifting off to the way everything played out last week. Even when you were in class on Friday afternoon (one week later) you just couldn’t help thinking of the cold bathroom floor and the fiery body pressed against you. It was so contrasting–it was so wrong. The angel and the devil on your shoulders were bickering more than ever, and you didn’t have a clue whose side you were on.

Harry’s assertive voice echoed in your head, almost as if you were trying to remember it. You had never heard him talk the way he was talking to you last Thursday. It was deep, sultry, and demanding—something you never would have known you liked. You’re not even sure if you actually liked that or if you just liked when Harry did it. Well, you don’t really have anything to base your sexual likings on yet…

When his hands delicately touched and teased you, down your stomach, down your thighs, you felt it. You felt it for days after. His touch lingered like a ghost on your skin, etching a tattoo of himself on you forever. It was blinding and fogging your vision so much, you couldn’t even focus in class. The second that your Friday class was over, you shot straight home. You didn’t look at your phone as you hurriedly discarded your shoes and jacket and stumbled into your bedroom.

You plopped yourself on your mattress with a familiar goal in mind that you were never able to achieve before; you were going to masturbate. Now that you could do it, you were going to relieve yourself of this… stress.

It only took a few seconds before your clothes were completely off and your head was planted against the headboard. You widened your legs and watched your lips slowly pry themselves open with the stretch. You swallowed, small anxiety bubbling in your throat. But you knew what you were doing now. You knew how to do it right because Harry showed you.

Oh fuck. You should not be thinking about Harry right now.

A small amount of wetness coated your labia. It was inevitable–the second his name popped into your head, your mind began to not only recall but wander. You remembered his gravelly voice in your ear, guiding you, showing you, teasing you, praising you. You remembered the ghost of his touch that you attempted to replicate with your own, but it wasn’t the same. And of course, you remembered his bulge that was harshly pressing into your lower back, pleading to be helped. You remembered everything a little too vividly, but it made you so wet thinking about it, and it made it so easy to rub the little button that Harry showed you.

Your clit was puffy, swollen, and needy just like you. Your middle finger circled over it with desperation, snatching some of your wetness to make it sloppier. Your breath started to become unsteady as your eyes trained on your pussy, now soaking with your arousal.

This is when your mind begins to wander. You start imagining things that you haven’t done with Harry yet, but were so intrigued by. You imagined getting on your knees for him and taking him in your mouth, so you could finally relieve his bulky ache. He would encourage you, caress you, and call you a “good girl” in his thick, leather-like voice. The thought of satisfying him until he’s groaning above you has you spreading your legs wider and spinning your finger around your clit faster.

Just like Harry did, you snake your hand up to one of your peaked nipples. You found it was difficult to rub yourself while also tweaking your pebbled buds. It was definitely something you needed to gain muscle memory on, especially if you planned on doing this when you got stressed. Which was often.

You didn’t know how often you would get wet though. You hoped it wasn’t too frequently because like right now, you weren’t completely fulfilled. If you had to do this every other day, you would probably be even more upset if you weren’t satisfied each time. You felt that chase-like desire bubbling up inside of you, like with Harry, but it wasn’t nearly as blissful. Maybe the first one is always better than the rest and with each one you’ll just be a little more disappointed as time goes on. But as a shrieked moan leaves your mouth when you orgasm, a small voice in the back of your head is telling you the real reason you’re not satisfied.

Harry isn’t here.

—

On Saturday morning, after sleeping like shit under your shoe, you asked Harry if you could come over. Usually, you would have more self-control, but there was something about an orgasm that strangled and stole any self-preservation you had.

When you woke up, you went straight to the bathroom just to find out you were wet. Again. The word really? spilled from your lips before you could stop it. You assumed that you had some type of dirty dream, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was about Harry. But you’re glad you didn’t remember it. You were hurriedly wiping up your mess and tossing your shorts in your laundry bin. In some type of rush, you took a speedy shower like it was a competition.

Then you stared at your phone, wondering if you should do it. Should you text Harry? You’ve never thought about it this much ever, but one message could mean everything if he looked at it right. What if he thought you were obsessed with him?

No, don’t think that.

Texting your best friend is normal. Asking your best friend for sexual help was normal too. Right…?

Y/N: hey, what are you doing today?

You felt a little nervous. Not because you were texting Harry but because of what your intentions were. What if he felt like you were just using him? Your heart spiked when you saw the three small bubbles.

Harry: I just got off work

Harry: Want to come over?

He knew you too well.

—

The second he texted you he was home, you went towards his place. With every red light you hit, you bubbled with anticipation, drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel. Your anxiousness turned into a ball of excitement when you were actually in front of his door.

He opened it with a charming smile, one that you recognized all too well. You welcomed yourself inside and tried to seem as normal as possible. But you couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Your mind kept wandering back to that feeling in your lower stomach.

“So… how was work?” You asked, creating some small talk as you plopped yourself on his couch. The very couch where everything started.

That was not helping.

Harry gave you a look, one with squinted eyes and a half chuckle. “Fine? What’s up?”

“What’s down?” You cringed as the words came out, your nervousness shining through.

“Why are you acting so weird? Are you okay, Doll?” Your stomach simmered at the nickname, differently than ever before. You had a feeling that name was never going to be the same for you again. You sighed, squeezing your legs together as Harry dropped himself next to you. His close proximity was nearly killing you. Not only did he radiate warmth but he smelt good—like he just showered in a tropical forest.

What is wrong with him?

“I’m not fine,” You admitted as your head fell in your hands. Harry grew concerned with scrunched eyebrows, throwing an arm around the back of the couch and waited for you to continue. When you didn’t, he asked.

“Well, d’you want to tell me what’s wrong or just sit ‘ere and complain? C’mon, Doll.”

You groaned, crossing your legs. The throbbing between them was so prominent, it was like a second heartbeat. Your hands balled into fists on your side, nails digging into your palms. Harry watched all your movements that you tried to withstrain.

“You can’t call me that anymore.”

“Woah, what?” Harry’s eyebrows jumped, extremely puzzled and surprised by your attitude. You’ve never had a problem with the name for the years he’s been saying it, so what changed?

“It’s—it’s killing me, H! Everything you’re doing is… just killing me and I don’t know why. I think I might explode. Is this what dying feels like?” You admitted, throwing your hands over your eyes again as a way to hide in embarrassment. Harry feels himself relax a bit, he even chuckles in the air you thought was thick with tension. When you hear his laugh, you look at him like he’s crazy. “This isn’t funny!”

“Oh but it is.” It was evident that Harry knew you weren’t actually upset with him. You were just innocently turned on so much that you were frustrated. And Harry so happened to be the only one to know your little secret. So why wouldn’t you come to him?

“No, you ruined me. Am I going to be… like this forever?”

“What, you mean horny? Probably.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“Then why are you here?” he smirks, patiently waiting for you to confess. You huffed under your breath while your eyes stared at your legs, thighs squeezing together at his cockiness. You were so annoyed at his control, but your body for some reason got off on it. You needed whatever he had because clearly only he could give it to you. “Look at me.”

You craned your neck up faster than you would have liked to admit, glaring at his darkening green eyes. A heat swirled not only in the pits of your stomach but in the air around you both, suffocating you with its tension. After gazing at your appearance for longer than necessary, his smirk deepens, which you didn’t even know was possible.

“I have a feeling…” he starts as his hand slowly creeps towards your neck from the back of the couch. “That you’re unsatisfied.”

“Yes,” You grumbled.

“Did you try to relieve your ache? Or did you just let it build up? Either way, you found yourself here.”

Your skin ran hot. Fiery hot. His hand brushed over your neck and he could definitely feel the scorching flames of your skin. Your heart was racing trying to keep up with your body’s excitement, making your eyes blown out and wide.

“I… tried to relieve it.”

“Did you do it the way I taught you?”

“…yes.”

“Did you feel satisfied?” You took a pause before responding, but Harry knew the answer.

“No,” You were honest, just like before. A part of you felt ashamed again, too. Maybe you didn’t do it right and you were just a lost cause. Instead of looking sad at your predicament like last time, Harry smirked. That fucking smirk. It meant he knew something you didn’t and that frustrated you more.

“So I was right. You just need a little help s’all,” his thick hand gently squeezed your neck, causing you to hum and close your eyes. He loved how responsive and sensitive you were, it lit a fire in him. “So how’d you do it, hm?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, walk me through it. What made you want to masturbate in the first place?”

Your eyes shot open and looked as far away from him as possible. Your body clearly stiffened and got anxious from the question. You felt your hips squirm in their tight position on the couch, begging to move. Your little button was throbbing, so much it was becoming painful.

“Don’t lie. I can’t help you then,” Harry was being taunting and condescending. A tingle sparked within you, urging you to be truthful. You hoped he would help you like before because like you said, it was getting painful and you were getting desperate.

“I-I kept thinking about last week.”

“What part?”

“Um, the whole thing,” You bit your lip, twiddling your fingers.

“Be specific.”

“Harry…” You practically whined, covering your face for the third time in embarrassment. “Can you just… make it go away please? It obviously didn’t work when I did it.”

“‘Course I will, just walk me through what happened first.”

“Fine,” You took a deep breath and put your head up. You positioned your body to face him, trying to speak with confidence. “I got distracted in class and was thinking about…you know…and then I went home. I was so stressed that I just decided to do it, but I couldn’t do it unless…”

“Unless what, Doll?”

That fucking name.

You don’t know if it was from his deep voice. Or from his demanding tone. Or his hand squeezing at the pulse point of your neck, but you whimpered. The smallest and most delicate sound that couldn’t have even been recognized by a high-definition microphone. But Harry heard it, and it made him go absolutely berserk.

“Unless I thought of you.”

“Fuck, Y/N. I’ve corrupted you, huh?” he squeezes your neck again reassuringly as you mewl in his grasp, a little less ashamed than before. “Well, you came all this way…”

“Please, Harry,” You delicately begged, trying not to sound as desperate as you were. Because, fuck, were you desperate. With every simple, warm caress of his hand on your neck you thought you were going to suffocate from holding your breath.

“Take off your shorts.” It was an easy command to follow. Harry’s assertive tone sent chills down your spine and a fiery tingle in the pit of your stomach. The same type of tingle you felt whenever you thought about the bathroom incident. But you were never able to dull the flame alone.

Maybe you weren’t supposed to.

Without another word, Harry’s hand snakes down to your waist joined by his other one as he lifts you up and onto his lap. Your lungs deflate, releasing a shaky breath full of your anticipation. Your legs were on either side of his, spreading you open just enough to feel yourself leak into your panties. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you wait for him to tell you what to do.

“Show me what y’got,” his reassuring hand slips from your waist and rests on the arm of the couch. Your expression falls in disappointment.

“What? I thought you were helping me!”

“This is helping you. I have to see what y’did wrong so I can help you fix it. There’s a method to my madness, love.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You rolled your eyes. He’s said that line growing up too many times to count. You used to tell him to shut up every time, but now you’re just immune to his cheekiness. The context was very different now, and that line may never be the same.

“Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. Do y’want my help or not?”

“Okay, okay!” You assured, your cunt still throbbing against the cotton of your underwear. You swallowed once the playfulness died down, silence surrounding you both. The only thing left was for you to start, which you found extremely embarrassing. “So I just…”

“Do exactly what you did. Walk me through it.”

You took a deep breath before discarding your shirt. You tried not to think about how Harry was looking directly at your body now without the reflection of a mirror. He didn’t hide the way his gaze lingered on specific parts, almost as if he was memorizing each little detail. If you weren’t so hyper focused on remembering what you did and what he told you, you would find it somewhat endearing (and embarrassing).

With trembling hands, you threw off your shirt to tweak at your peaked nipples, just like you had done yesterday. They felt raw and sore between your fingertips. With each twist came a small aftershock of pain, but you only continued to roll the bud. You kind of liked how it hurt a little…

While one hand focused on your breasts, the other began to slide down between your legs. After passing your torso, your fingers slipped underneath the band of your underwear. The pads make contact with your aching clit, just like before, but it was different. When you did it alone, it felt stressful and rushed. But right now, it feels more electrifying and dizzying than before.

Maybe it was because Harry was here and that he was watching you like a hawk. His mere presence was alluring and intensified every touch. His eyes were trained on your every movement, analyzing and critiquing you with those thorn-like pupils. You wanted to know what he was thinking, but you were starting to get too caught up in your own pleasure to care.

“Oh, f-fuck,” You sighed and rocked your hips subconsciously over Harry’s thighs. He sharply inhales, but you don’t register the sound because you’re too busy making your own. You didn’t notice Harry’s growing bulge, merely a few inches away from your dripping cunt.

Your eyelids start to tighten, screwing shut as your thighs quiver. That familiar rush was approaching you fast, and just when you thought it couldn’t come any faster, Harry finally does something. He speaks.

“Almost there already? You are desperate, aren’t you, Doll?” Harry’s tone could pass as pitiful or even taunting as his hand creeps towards your pivoting waist. But the raspy deepness of it is what sends you over the edge. Your fingers squeeze your nipple while your fingers circle your pulsating clit. All of your movements stop as your body overloads, coming down from the much-needed orgasm. Your hand slaps onto his broad shoulder for support as you quietly chant his name with a squirm of your hips. “All the way. There y’go, angel.”

With some labored breathing, you finally peel your eyes open to a smirking Harry. Your skin flushed in sudden embarrassment, realizing your position. You immediately think to move off of him, especially after just coming in your panties, but his hand on your hip keeps a firm grip.

“We’re not done yet. You haven’t even heard my thoughts.”

“…What are your thoughts?” You were a little intimated, which is something you never thought you’d be by your best friend.

You had some thoughts and feelings of your own. Yes, this orgasm was better than the one you did alone. But it was nowhere near as satisfying as the one Harry did for you. Why was that? It internally frustrated you that Harry was so good at what he did, but a small—smidge little speck—of you was proud that your best friend was good in bed. Well, you don’t know about all aspects, but you could assume.

You should not be thinking about that!

And maybe another tiny part of you was glad to be one of the people experiencing his euphoria.

“I thought it was pretty good. Pretty good for your what? Third time? Well, second by yourself. Could use some work,” Harry tried to be as nonchalant as possible. His cock was raging in his shorts, just begging to be let out for some relief. He’s not going to lie and say he hasn’t thought about his best friend in a sexual way since their sexual intercounter because he totally has.

What he hasn’t done is jerk off to you. He refuses to stoop that low because in a way, that made him feel dirty, like he was using you somehow. When he came home from work the day after everything, he had to call up one of the numbers in his phone to help settle his little problem. Okay, yes, that might seem hypocritical, but he doesn’t care about jerking off to random people or using his friendly benefits to get off quickly. That’s exactly what they were for. You, on the other hand, were not for that purpose. You are his best friend who just needs a little… guidance in the sexual field. And luckily, Harry has a lot of experience that he is (for some reason) very willing to share.

You were just about to roll your eyes when Harry’s grip tightened even more as a warning. He just knew you too well.

“I want to try something. Willin’ to try something new?” You felt the pacing of your already quick heart accelerate. Your eyes were wide and full of wonder, innocence draped over you like a bedsheet.

“Yeah. That’s the point of this, right?” Your voice sounded a little hesitant, similar to the way Harry blinked. You swallowed your anxiousness down as Harry nodded.

His hands guide your hips over onto his lap. You instantly get flashbacks from last week, his warm hands stilling your hips and rubbing gentle circles on your burning skin. But this time, he adjusts you so you’re sitting on one of his thighs. Your panties were directly on his athletic shorts and it was comfortable, but you had an urge to be closer. You needed skin to skin contact.

Was that too much? Too far?

“Actually,” As if he could read your mind, “I’m going to pull these up, okay?”

With a nod, he tugs his shorts up, revealing his large tiger tattoo. You nearly forgot he had it. As your eyes fixate on the impressive ink, you find yourself becoming a little dizzy with lust. Not only was the tattoo cool but the placement almost had you fainting. You watched his thigh muscles contract when he shifted his hips, the tiger pulsing and looking like a great seat.

Harry was going to—no did—ruin you…

Next, he pulled you forward, nearly causing you to collapse on him. Now, your covered center is directly on his bare thigh, lightly pressing against his thickness.

“Y’real warm, Doll,” Harry observes, hands subconsciously slotting their way onto that soft spot of your hips. You felt as though they belonged there now. Your skin blushed, heat bubbling inside of you at his comment. You couldn’t help but feel shy with his eyes gazing at your every move. Legs wanting to close, you force yourself to keep them open around his waist. Just like he taught you.

“What do I do now?” You didn't really know what to do with your hands and it was evident. Harry saw this, however, and threw your lonesome hands over his shoulders. His action caused you to lean closer towards him, faces merely a few inches apart. You swallowed, but your throat was dry, and your heart was running a mile in record time. You could feel every breath fall onto your face because you were in such close proximity. You wanted to kiss him badly. It was strange because you’ve never felt such a pull towards him.

“I want you to use me.”

“What?” You blinked.

“Use me. Move your hips on m’thigh until it feels really good.”

“I…I don’t know how,” You admitted, fingers trembling within each other behind his neck. A soft, reassuring smile rests upon his lips, and before he even said anything, you already felt a little better.

“Just move first and I’ll help you as you go. Do you remember what to say if you want to stop?” he asked with gentleness as his hand curled on your hip, kneading it with care. You nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He pinned you with a knowing look.

“Stop is red, yellow is slow down, and green is good.”

“You remembered. Good girl,” The two simple words made you flutter inside and out. But they also motivated you to strive and really be a good girl for him.

You released your interlocked fingers from behind his neck and bared his shoulders. You took a deep, quivering breath before beginning to move over his thigh. It was an awkward motion; circling your panties along his naked thigh while he just took it. At first, it didn’t feel all too pleasurable. The idea of it all seemed great, but you just couldn’t get into it. A small part of you was saddened because Harry had seemed excited.

Had you let him down?

But just before you stopped to complain and whine about it, Harry’s grip on your hip tightened and pulled you forward. Your heart jumped at the action, feeling immense intensity in the proximity. With the slight lean forward, your clit was pressing directly on his thigh creating a perfect friction from your cotton panties.

“O-Oh,” You breathily moaned, finally feeling that strike of pleasure you’ve been waiting for. As your eyes begin to close, Harry never seems to remove his from you, analyzing every speck of your body like you’ll perish any second. His hand remains rigid and still on your hip, forcing you forward so your clit is constantly stimulated.

“Yeah? That feel better?” he asks in that familiar, deep husk that rumbles through your body.

“Yes, H,” Your head leaned on his shoulder, thighs beginning to burn with fatigue. It’s barely been a few minutes yet you were already feeling your leg muscles giving out.

“C’mon, Doll. Don’t give up now.”

“I’m trying,” You whined, picking your head up and pouting at him with a small pant. He stares at your puckered lip and dares to kiss it. Would it be crossing a boundary? All he wants to do is suck on all your words until you have none left and leave a few marks in the process. Is that so hard to want?

“Try harder.”

Harry thrusts his thigh up into you, causing you to gasp in bliss. It was an overwhelming and shocking feeling; a single, hefty dose of pressure right into your clit and cunt. Harry could feel your prominent heat burning through your underwear and searing through his skin. He wanted to rid you of your clothes and ravage you, but you weren’t there yet. He doesn’t know if you’ll ever get there with him, but recently, he’s been dying to get there. The thought has never even wandered his mind before, but now that it is, he can’t seem to get it out. It’s as if you’re trapped in his mind and sex is the only key.

That sounds a lot worse than he thought.

“Oh my God,” Your whimpers flow straight into his ears, playing mind games with him. His cock has been puffing up in his shorts, but he’s not even trying to hide it anymore. There’s no way you’re oblivious to the things you do to him—at least physically.

Harry continues to ram his thigh up, encouraging you to move around. When he feels your body seriously about to give up, he holds you still and forces you to stop.

“Color?”

“Green, but I’m tired.”

“Do y’want to stop?”

“No, Harry, please, just—I really need you to do something. Anything. I’m close,” Your desperate pleads are impossible to reject. With your doe eyes and pouty lip, he doesn’t even hesitate to make all your pain go away.

“Need it that bad?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, Doll. Just stay still,” You obey him with a grateful nod as his thigh begins to rock up into you again. It was so much more euphoric this way—having him move while you just feel. Maybe it was a little selfish, but wasn’t that one of the perks of him teaching you? You just got to feel and learn your body.

You hadn’t thought about that part a lot. This entire ordeal was you learning more about yourself. For years you have deprived yourself and avoided all sexual activity for no other reason than fear. Fear of judgment, fear of awkwardness, fear of trust, fear of vulnerability—sex was a huge thing for you. Now, you’re doing things you never could have imagined yourself doing, and you’re doing them with the last person you’d expect; your best friend. But in the strangest and most bizarre way, you couldn’t see your firsts being held by anyone other than Harry. Would you tell him that? Probably not. That might be taken a different way than you mean, and then drama would ensue and that’s not at all what you want.

But what did you mean by it?

“Are y’close? I can feel you clenching on me,” his voice rasps near your ear, sending a shudder throughout your body. You hum a high-pitched sound, seemingly pleasing him. “‘About to come in y’panties? Never thought you’d do that, huh?”

“Mhm,” You hummed again, this time biting your lip as your stomach churned in pleasure. “Touch me, God, please.”

“Are you saying I’m God? ‘Cause that is a great compliment—”

“You’re such an—” he places his lips on your neck, suckling on the spongy part under your ear. You shiver, shutting up immediately. Every word and thought has left you completely, fizzling into the nonexistent. You don’t know if he put his lips on your neck like this last time, but it made you putty on top of him. “Why does that f-feel so good? Please, Harry, I’m right there.”

“‘Cause I’m doing it. Little baby just needed help s’all. That’s right, huh? Say it. Say you needed my help, baby.” Why his words make you feel the way you feel will forever be an unsolved phenomenon to you. There’s a juxtaposition between pain and pleasure and degradation and praise. When he puts you down, he makes sure to pick you right up again, and it might seem toxic, but it was just Harry, and you knew deep down it was all an act. And you liked that.

“I-I needed you, Harry,” A whine fell from your lips, tearing through your throat.

You liked that none of it was deeply serious and you could be what you wanted without the fear of judgment, fear of awkwardness, fear of trust, fear of vulnerability—everything you needed for comfort was there. It was here with Harry. It might all be some type of act, but it felt real. Realer than any other relationship you’ve had.

“C’mon me, Doll.”

You felt his warm hand travel from one hip to your torso. Just the mere feeling of his presence getting lower towards your center sent you over the edge. It was quite embarrassing how his simple touch was all you needed to be folded and whipped, but you couldn’t help it. You were so sensitive as a beginner and, on top of it all, so needy and greedy for it. Harry adored that though.

Your orgasm soaked through your cotton panties, while some of the residue landed on Harry’s thigh. An ever-growing smirk was plastered on his face as your heated face finally reentered reality. You quietly gasped when your awareness finally slipped through the orgasmic fog, realizing the mess you made.

“Look at tha’, Doll. Was that better for you? More satisfying?”

“Yes. Thank you, Harry,” You answered wearily, suddenly being slapped with post-orgasm fatigue. The lingering burn in your muscles told you that you were going to be sore tomorrow, but you were too blissed-out to care.

“Don’t be so formal. S’weird,” You rolled your eyes at him. Again, he’s great at ruining a sweet moment. Sexual Harry versus friend Harry were two different people, but you appreciated both. It was just the sharp switches he makes between transitions that makes your head spin with confusion. Harry, your friend, was loud and cocky with a mixture of kindness. Harry, your sexual teacher, was demanding and precise with a mixture of softness. Both comforted you in a way that you hoped you would find in a partner one day; he was the perfect example.

Recognizing him this way really put things in perspective for you–Harry really was teaching what you wanted. And like he said before, maybe you didn’t need to worry about a husband right now. You should be focusing on what you want and that might take some experimenting. Training with Harry was preparing you for that experiment phase. That’s exactly it.

When you take a breath, you’re reminded of how compressed you are to him. You’re comfortable and cozy when you’re this close, and it just felt right. You don’t remember if you’ve always felt like this, but it would make sense if you have. He’s your best friend, of course.

But of course, the moment ends way too soon, and Harry is lifting you off of his lap. He places you beside him on the couch before standing up.

“I’ll go start you a bath and get you some clothes,” Harry leaves for the bathroom, the opposite of last time. Based on the last two times, to you it seems like he leaves too quickly. You never get to fully absorb the aftermath and internalize its meaning. But maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe Harry knows that if he allowed you the time, you would overthink until you self-destructed and eventually never speak to him again.

You don’t think you could ever do that.

So, like anything you’ve ever done, you’re left alone to analyze the situation. You were aided when you were desperate and Harry was able to mend that ache. But what did that do for him? What was Harry getting out of this arrangement? Was it even an arrangement or just best friends who occasionally do sexual things? Was he doing all of this for you just because he wanted to show you the ropes?

You’re still well-aware of your lack of reciprocation. Out of the two times he’s helped you out, you haven’t been returning the favor. There is this unspoken understanding that everything is about you and that Harry wouldn’t involve himself because what would that teach you? Without him saying anything, you know that Harry doesn’t want you to think that he’s using you for his own pleasure. But at this point in your friendship, you know he wouldn’t do such a thing. Besides, if he needed to have sex that critically, he could just call someone, right? It’s easy to “get some” when you’ve already had it.

Your point being, why haven’t you offered to return the favor? If you did, maybe Harry could give you some pointers and tell you what to do, just like all of the other times. Not only would you know what feels right and pleasurable, but you’d know how to make your partner feel just as positive. Plus, he would be getting pleasure out of it, too. That sounds like a win-win in your book, and probably in Harry’s. But would that be crossing the unspoken boundaries of your friendship? You’ve already traversed through enough together, but how far was too far? Was he basing the limits off of you?

If so, he won’t mind one more session, right?

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thank you all so much for being patient with me 🩷 i hope this suffices you! part 3

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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

not me going through your entire masterlist and falling in love with bestfriendrry 🥺🥺🥺

AW OMG 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ily 😔

Bestfriendrry was sweet like all I have on him are a few blurbs and a one shot but he’s baby

[freedomfireflies]

miss firefly,

hello! how are you? how's life been? how's the editing process for the book been? i was missing my baby 404!Harry a bit and realised who better to talk to than his #1 hater. also, i do agree that he can be a little bitch sometimes. but you love who you love what can you do now. i've been procrastinating a tonne of shit nowadays, do you have any advice for that maybe? absolutely in love with the bestfriendrry idea tho! can't wait to see what you come up w next. ty. ily. <3

Hi baby!!

I'm so good! Life has been picking up which is great! I'm falling in love with having tons of fresh flowers around!! And making fun little dessert items!!! Editing is going well! I should be done soon and then I can finally be rid of this story and never think about it again HAHAH

AFJSDF YES!!! Absolutely! He is a little bitch but I guess he does have a reason to be! And in another world, he's basically Teach Me Harry without the trauma! So....I hate him....but I love him??

Oooof! I would say set a timer! There are some fun and cute immersive videos on Youtube that follow a 20 on, 5 off method that help me sometimes! And then I don't feel like I'm doing it alone, which is also helpful! BUT YOU GOT THIS, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU 😭💞💞💞

EEE it is so cute! I adore the person who sent it in, absolutely such a good idea! I love some pining hehe

ILYSM!! Hope you're doing so well 🥹💞