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Today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and/or Harry have popular jobs such as firefighter, flight attendance, florist, and mechanic. Since we get requests for rec lists with these particular jobs often, we decided to compile them into one list. We're marked each fic according to which job it features. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!
1) December | Not Rated | 1,924 words | đ
Magic happens here, in December.
2) Pilot | Teen & Up | 5,279 words | âď¸
âWe have fifteen minutes.â Harry glanced down at the watch on his wrist. âHow fast do you think my tongue can make you come?â Still against the wall, Louis felt a shiver run from the back of his neck down his spine. In three years walking on moving planes, heâd never had such zero control over his legs. At least not until now.
3) Your Apathyâs Like A Wound In Salt | Explicit | 5,312 words | đ ď¸
âWhat a fucking ass!â Louis shifts his body so heâs completely facing away from the scene. âI asked him last night to fix my car and he said he would accept a payment in the form of me sucking his dick. I guess heâs really desperate, I canât believe him.â Louis rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink in one go. Niall shakes his head and shrugs, âI told you to ask any other mechanic in town but you didnât listen to me.â âWell, I didnât think he would fucking say that now did I, Niall?â âLouis,â Paige rests a manicured hand on his shoulder, âSo, youâre saying you still wouldnât hit it?â âMy ex?â She nods. âYeah, Iâd still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.â Suddenly, Niall spits out his beer all over the table as Paige bursts out laughing. âFucking ruthless, you are.â Niall runs a hand through his styled hair.
4) Oil and Lube | Explicit | 5,552 words | đ ď¸
The one where Harry's a car mechanic and Louis' engine can't seem to stop revving around him.
5) A Place To Call Home | Mature | 8,113 words | đ
The thing is, heâs pretty sure heâs found home in a person in his life, someone whoâs been essential in everything heâs done since he was seven years old. Through every broken bone, through every breakup, through every failure; through every triumph, personal and professional, and every goal he has scored in his time in Man U, thereâs been someone there for it all. Thatâs his best mate. Harry. A twenty-two year old with the kindest heart known to man, a slow drawl that is entirely too endearing, with the dreams to open up his own flower shop. A quiet and earnest boy with those he doesnât know, and open and honest and absolutely lovely with those he loves. It all hits him, really, the night of their final game of the Premier League. Again, timing is not his fortĂŠ. Theyâre gearing up, ready to hit the field for the second half against Liverpool that determines their ranking in the League, when his brain decides to come online (after seventeen years, apparently), and conveniently supply him with the revelation that oh yeah, youâre kind of in love with your best friend.
6) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words | đĽ
Where Louisâ cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.
7) Decorated Emergency | Not Rated | 10,359 words | đĽ
So what if they kissed once. It was the end of a shift that had seemed to drag on for twelve days instead of twelve hours. Their doctor was slow and felt the need to transfer every single patient, putting more work on every member of staff. Harry was stressed. Louis was the one who crowded him up against the door in the break room. It was Louis' fault, he was always pulling shit.
8) Taking The Long Way Home | Mature | 12,499 words | đ ď¸
Coming home from the beach, Louis' car breaks down and he has to call mechanic Harry.
9) Bloom | Explicit | 24,887 words | đ
Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.
Harry tucks the flower into the top pocket of Louisâ jacket, patting over his heart just once. âWhat is it?â Louis asks, eyeing the sunny little yellow flower, a bit like a buttercup, âItâs lovely.â Harry pushes a piece of hair behind his ear and smiles, âItâs a primrose. I got them in this morning, reminded me of you.â
10) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27,083 words | đ ď¸
The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadnât shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.
11) A Hungry Heart | Explicit | 27,601 words | đ
Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and thereâs also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harryâs worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and thereâs all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.
12) Tangled Up And Blue | Explicit | 30,159 words | đ ď¸
Kai just shakes his head, making his way down the small batch of stairs with a hop in his step. âHave fun on your weird adult date.â Harry sighs. âItâs not a date.â âDad, you already have him in your bed most nights,â Kai sings, walking backwards towards Louisâ car with an insufferable smirk on his face. âItâs not looking too good for you,â he shrugs, hands curled around the straps of his backpack.
13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That Youâre Mine | Not Rated | 31,259 words | đ
âWhat did you wish for?â Harry blushes, âIf I tell you it wonât come trueâŚâ Louis sits straight again, a cute little determined look forming on his face, âI wished that a certain curly âaired boy would take me on more dates because I âad such a good time on this one. And thatâs going to come true, isnât it?â âOf course,â Harry nearly splutters. âYeah, yeah definitely.â âSee?â Louis grins smugly. âNow I told you mine and itâs still going to come true, so will you tell me yours?â Their wishes were different though, because whereas Louisâ wish was cute and endearing, Harry found his own wish rather embarrassing. But he canât lie to Louis, nor can he say no to Louis, so he sucks in a shaky breath of air before he speaks softly, âI wished that I was brave enough to kiss youâŚâ
14) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36,766 words | đ ď¸
Thereâs a dull ache seeping through Louisâ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last nightâs alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.
15) One Heart Broke, Four Hands Bloody | Explicit | 47,429 words | đ
Louisâ life is really fucking dull until one day he happens upon the scene of a crime, as said crime is happening. A murderer with big hands and a charming smile somehow manages to change his life for the better.
16) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words | đĽ
Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter whoâs never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?
17) No Going Back | Explicit | 56,102 words | đ ď¸
Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. Itâs not like their applications will be accepted. Right? This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.
18) Between The Sand and Stars | Explicit | 63,128 words | âď¸
When an earthquake strands flight attendant Louis Tomlinson on a tropical island, heâs got paradise at his fingertips - miles of sunny beaches, immersion in vibrant culture, and a beautiful seaside mansion to enjoy. Unfortunately, it belongs to the egotistical musician Harry Styles, whose incorrigible management can do little to hinder his playboy complex. Despite Louis and Harryâs abhorrent first impression, contrasting backgrounds, and tendency to bicker every time they speak, who says opposites canât attract? Them, of course, because they hate each other ⌠right?
Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.
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A bed of roses:
"Oh my gosh Leah, it's beautiful!" Yn's friend had flashed the beautiful rock on her finger that was propped on top of a thin silver band. "Thanks Yn. I couldn't believe it when Damien finally proposed! It was on the cliffside of Yellowstone." Yn was beaming inside for her friend. After all, she had loved Damien for a very long time and it was a dream come true for them to finally be Mr. and Mrs. Cruz. Although content with her singleness, Yn couldn't help but feel a certain tug inside her that nudged her in the right place. It was a hollow feeling; one she would rather battle to suffocate down and win than lose and go home feeling forsaken. She knew it was a dumb equivocate ponder as she had a few good friends whom she could count on. But still.....something was missing. Her family was of no use.
Peter and Ada. Yn's parents were the last two people who could understand what real love was. They argued and screamed at each other and Yn for nothing. Calling their daughter every name in the book, being as emotionally broken to her as they could present themselves like a cheap gift shop present that had no value even through the eyes of the squintest. The battle ground they made their home into when Yn announced her departure from the family home. Misery loves company- which with such cynical reasoning- her parents threw a fit and it took a police escort to keep things settled. Yn changed states anyway. She left behind the old life of her broken dreams and jumped head first into a new one without any tethers holding her down. Yn took courses at local school in art. She owned a job at a bakery not too far from her apartment that sheltered her and a new kitten, Salmon.
Yn would put her sketches on some of the cakes and cupcakes that she would be assigned to decorate. In the meantime, Leah had put Yn on the job of collecting flowers for the upcoming wedding that was scheduled in the next two months. "Sure that sounds great!" is what Yn had said despite feeling completely blindsided by the sudden task. Mabel's Florals. That was the first shop that had caught the young woman's eye upon all the internet searching. The shop was sealed with tan clinker bricks and had a door frame of a chestnut brown. It was decorated old fashioned; an 1800's flower shop that sells flowers on its last leg. The woman; an older woman was very kind....but a bit too determined. Creepy in some type of way that Yn really couldn't contort her mind to linger on. But maybe, she had too. "Hello honey, are you finding everything alright?" Her voice, sweet, happy, but misleading. Something sinister sneered itself into the pits of Yn's stomach.
"Oh fine, thank you...." Yn could feel the lady staring. Her voice trailed off a little more than she would've liked. Could the lady sense she was creeped out a little and had this nagging dread feeling of something wanting to crawl out from the old brick walls of this innocent flower shop. Yn quickly left the shop, without giving so much as second glance. The flowers weren't even pretty; robbed of its usual naturalistic glow that was gifted to them from the seams of the earth. Yn's feet flickered against the sidewalk. Her mind lost for where she should start in finding a bunch of peonies for the wedding. Her eyes happened to explore over towards the corners of the wide ally. The ivy. Yn stopped and stood; scanning the structure of the building. It was cheery enough, set up in the way a large garden would be. The flowers that were outside the little shop were what caught Yn's eye the most.
Orchids, the flowers that Yn for some reason associated with death and funerals, were now made into this beautiful bouquet with the brightest light shining around them. It was the sensual glow and warmth of the shop that moved Yn's paralyzed feet to the front door. The light brown wooden door was open already; inviting the town inside to see the unique styles of flowers around. The shop was made in stone with a little apartment at the top. "Must be where the owner lives." Yn thought. Vines with bright artistic flowers hung from the outside around the shop. The windows were glass and outside stood some wooden buckets of flowers and a small table and chair set cafe style.
Yn went inside, stomach still in a knot from the last shop she visited. But this was different. The vibe was more pleasant and happy. Shelves of freshly watered flowers were lined on either side of her. And the place smelled like a garden, not a musty old haunted flower graveyard. A sign conspicuously captured Yn. A sign pointing towards the greenhouse that was out back. The place was much more than some grandma flower shop.
The greenhouse was breathtaking. It had a dome roof for sunlight to get in, but bugs and overbearing amounts of rain showers were blocked. The path was this cute little paver pathway that had this little river in the middle. The little bridge had this fence like railing; all while you could see the most beautiful flowers that only come once in a lifetime. They hung from different angles and some were even in the little river.
"Ello miss, looking for something?" A pommy accent caught Yn off guard. She turned around to the most vivid emerald orbs she had ever seen. They matched the aesthetic of the adorable flower shop. The man had big thick chocolate brown locks styled in a short haircut, deep dimples and focused eyes with cherry pink heart shaped lips. Yn gulped and threw on her most professional smile. "Uh, yes.....I was looking for....well, there's this wedding coming up and my friend requested peonies. And I was wondering if I could order them in large quantities?" The man smiled, wiping his hands on the big brown apron he had on. "Of course, in fact...I could even put a name on them for you if ya like?"
"Oh thanks!" Yn followed the clerk to the cash register where he typed something into the computer. "Can I have your name please?" "Yn." Something sparked inside the man, like he was amazed at the name like it was something that was never spoken off anyone's lips before. His tag read, Harry. Yn raised an eyebrow. A sensation shivered through her like a spirit. "Are these addressed to you?" "No, It's for Leah and Damien Cruz." Harry gave a small chuckle before flashing those deep dimples again, but in a smile this time. "They're lucky...." he finished signing the tag, "These are some beautiful flowers. They were some of the best in the season." Yn gave a small laugh, an amused laugh like she found him more than just kind.
"Alright Yn, your flowers will arrive in a couple weeks." Harry printed out a receipt. "Thank you for shopping with us, have a nice day," He said before handing the little piece of paper to Yn. "You too, thanks. She shoved the receipt in her pocket before heading out of the store. Harry couldn't help but keep his eyes memorized on Yn's walk. Such posh and elegance. He had to be snapped out of his thought when a venus fly trap ate a fly that was buzzing around Harry's head. Turning his sight toward the plant, a smirk crawled over his face. "Naughty little fella."
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Yn kept the flowers cared for. Watering them every day, feeding them sunlight, blanketing them in soil and shading them when a thunderstorm would jolt over suddenly. She couldn't afford for anything to forsake them- the wedding was the very next day.
Smoothing out the little wrinkles of her yellow dress, Yn gathered the flowers into her car and drove down to the banquet hall. "Yn! You made it!" Leah looked down at the big bouqet of flowers in her hand. "Oh they're so pretty!" Yn blushed. "They really are beautiful Yn.... where'd you'd get them?"Â
"It's a place called 'The Ivy'. It's a nice british man who owns the shop- he sold these to me." Leah smiled, but let it shift towards one corner of her face. A furrow arched across Yn's eyebrows, but she shook it off and instead helped set the peonies over the hall and then mounted herself with the other bride's maids at the altar.Â
Yn waved Leah and Damein off as they got into their car and drove to their honeymoon destination.
After cleaning up, Yn checked the clock. Almost 7 o'clock. Yn settled into her car and drove down the brick streets that led to her apartment. A small but spacious pastel lavender hubble with Salmon waiting for her, peched on his playground. Meow! "Oh Salmon, mommy's tired right now..." Yn kicked off her heels and flopped down on the couch. "As it is... I'm going to order a pizza for dinner. Remember the pasta mommy made didn't turn out right?" As if Salmon could understand, he nudged his head against her thigh. Yn laid back and stared back at the chalky colored celling. Despite the ache of hunger lingering around her, one thought still loomed through the back of her brain.
The british flower salesman.
He was kind. His eyes didn't seem to waft the importance off of her. Even with the simple sell of peonies, his sweet smile made the final charge on Yn.Â
Hutton? Holden? Harold?.... Harry.Â
Harry begin to live inside her mind. He somehow floated through her dreams, her thoughts, her time. But hunger ached again. Sitting up, Yn reached for the phone that was sat beside the couch on the little side table with french wirering decor. She scanned the living room, then the kitchen, then around the corner towards her bedroom. Any corner where a vase filled with flowers could go. Yn had spotted the perfect coners. One perched against the jam of the front door, one neighboring the corner where the cookie shaped cookie jar stood and one in the corner towards the vanity and the closet.
The phone still in her hand, Yn held it to her ear after pressing the last two buttons. "Hi, this is going to be for delivery."
A smile crept across her face. Tomorrow morning, Yn would visit the shop again. She didn't know the flowers that she particularly had in mind, but she did know what she was looking for.
Harry. A name that somehow tattooed itself into every corner of her brain and into the deepest nocks and crannies of it. A seed had been planted, and Yn knew what to water it with.
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Remus and Lily work together in a flower shop. One day, two boys come in to begrudgingly buy flowers for a funeral. Remus helps the pretty one with long black hair pick out white roses for his mother's wake, and Lily watches as the tall, broad one trails behind them- his eyes sharply focused on a bouquet of red lilies the whole time.
The atmosphere is tense, but Remus and Lily (who both usually feel uncomfortable around strangers) can't deny that even the silent company is enjoyable.
The next week, James and Sirius "coincidentally" find themselves in need of more flowers (for a totally real reason, NOT just so they can spend more time with the gorgeous florists. If they're just there to shamelessly flirt with the staff, it's not their fault okay.)
The two boys continue to find excuses to visit the flower shop. They have a schedule figured out, to make sure that at least one of them can visit the flower shop in acceptable intervals.
After a couple of weeks James asks Lily out for dinner and Sirius invites Remus to coffee. Both Remus and Lily blanch in confusion- because it turns out that this whole time they thought James and Sirius were a couple, buying flowers for each other, with romantic intentions.
Sirius and James obviously die from embarrassment, but funnily enough this is not even close to the first time they've been mistaken as a couple.
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Florist AU
âNew order,â Sirius said, looking at the ticket before handing it off to Remus.
Remus scanned it and nodded. âShould be done by the end of the dayâŚI have the centerpieces for the wedding ready to go,â he said, gesturing toward his work station, where there were fifteen small, white tea pots filled with blue and white flowers.Â
âThose are lovely as always, Moony,â Sirius said, kissing the top of his head as he walked by.
âThis one is a special order thoughâŚâ Remus said, squinting at the order. Chrysanthemums, peonies and daffodils?â
âYeah,â Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. âThatâs fromâŚ
âOur birthday months,â Remus said thoughtfully, an idea forming in his brain.
He diligently created the bouquet as requested, adding some flourishes he wouldnât have normally added. Sirius admired his work as he did the books at the table across from him.Â
This was how they spent most days in Full Moon Flowers. Sirius taking care of the business end, Remus fulfilling the orders. Sirius had tried to make the bouquets, but they never came out as good as when Remus made them.Â
Later, the door chimed when Remus was bringing the centerpieces to the front for delivery and Sirius was talking to a customer at the register. When Sirius looked up, he froze a little.
âI ordered the bouquet earlier,â the familiar voice said.
Siriusâs head snapped up in surprise, then his face melted into a grin.âYouâre home!â Sirius exclaimed, pulling the visitor into a bear hug. âMoony!â
Remus poked his head back in. âHarry?â he said, in surprise. Their boy had been traveling and hadnât been around in months.
Harry grinned at the pair of them as Remus joined the hug. âI am. Itâs good to be home.â
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Summer in Italy - IG Concept
summary: y/n is a florist from London, with a very small following and spends a summer in Italy with harry đ¤
this is my first ig concept so any feedback/kind words is vv appreciated đŤśđŤś
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harryflorals Harry and y/n in Italy earlier today!
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harrystan100 OH ?
harrysleftshoe the way i called this two weeks ago when they were first spotted-
watermelonsugarpaper sheâs too cool for him
adoreyouuuharry do yâall just hate this man or what?
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yourinstagram brb iâm cancelling my flight home
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yourbestfriend Y/NNNN. COME HOME. I MISS U.
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harrystyles Venice. 2023.
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harryflorals More of Harry and Y/n in Italy last night!
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I zone out when I was in the shower and had a full AU idea
Fred is a terminally ill cancer patients and has one last chance to "survive" and is a high risk surgery where they need a high compatible donor.
The first thought it's for George to help him, as they are twins and are basically genetically identical. However, George can't do the surgery because he just got out of a terrible accident that leaves him too weak for that type of surgery but good enough to continue his life as "normal" (he still has to take a bunch of different pills so his immune system is full of those different elements that can become a health hazard to Fred if they proceed with the surgery)
For plot convenience tbh, none of the other Weasleys are good enough candidates so they are desperate to save Fred. They are a family of fighters, they are not gonna let Fred just die. There is one family member that could save Fred and that is Percy.
Percy left the family after a heavy fight with Arthur were, after none stop rumours of Percy 'sleeping' his way into his position into the government and of making fun of his family with other high executives, accuse him of such acts. Percy offended and hurt, leaves, saying that his boss was right and that they are just keeping him from truely take off. That happened over 3 years ago and no one knew where Percy was.
So George, taking matters in his own hands, was determined to track down his older brother to save his twin.
Thanks that Ron and his bf Harry worked in the police force, they could see that Percy was still in the country and that he probably was still on England.
George disguised himself as a brunette and even got help to change his face (fake piercing, tattoos, marks) anything to make it more difficult to recognise. And after a long play were they manage to find Oliver Wood, who's Percy's friend, after jumping all around the place.
They are in a high class event, that shock George, and he sees Percy so he slowly approached him. All that pain from all those years were about to erup on him when he saw something, Percy looked happy?
Months goes by and George and Percy become friends (Percy did not know that he was talking with his brother) and George finally builts the courage to ask about his family. He finds out that Percy has a wife and two beautiful twin girls and that he is going great. But then, he starts taking about the Weasleys. George is prepare to hear awful things about them, but no. Percy is not saying nothing hurtful about them. In fact, it sounded like they were a great family. But then again, things take a turn and Percy, drunk because they were drinking at his house, opens up about the fight and George discovers much more.
How he felt ignore by everyone just for carrying the Weasley name, how he felt disconnected from them some one. It was too much to bare for George so he told who he actually was and Percy was astonished. He screams and begs for George to leave. He pushes him to the door but right before closing it George manage to speak and starts telling him all that has happened and that Fred is dying from cancer and that he needed his help.
That stops Perce for a second but then Audrey, his wife, asks him if everything is all right, and Percy gors back to himself and closed the door on Georges face.
George screams at his door and tells him that he knew that he was a coward all along. That he is selfish and a p*ssy and that he is ashamed to has a bastard as his brother.
A week goes by and George finds Percy at his door. He was about to close it but they start chatting and there is allt of frustration going on that lead to no where so Percy leaves again.
I don't know how it ends because like I said, I made this on the fucking spot as I showered and I'm trying to recall everything I was imagining. (I'm my head it was a beautiful animation with Die with a smile at the background) I didn't imagine a scene of Percy visiting Fred in secret and being caught by Charlie who was visiting to try to see if he was compatible (bc he couldn't do the test before) and Charlie decides that he is not gonna tell anyone and talk to Fred first.
I think that Fred should die at the end, to ass more salt to the wound so yeah. Hurt and no comfort, love that.
I want Fred to meet Percy's girls and be excited but passing away anyway. i want them to bond and then die or smt like that. Might write a fic about it.
#percy weasley#george weasley#fred weasley#charlie weasley#the weasleys#au ideas#hp au#harry potter#ron weasley#audery weasley#or#audrey diggory#i always say that i will write it but i will not#happened with the florist au#happened with the racer au#with the kids au#its gonna happen again with this one#i can feel it#my brain loves to make shit up and never do anything about it#like that traveller au with the twins and Percy#its always them#but i do love them#i just have a soft spot for them#and I want against#idk if it's the season or because christmas is coming and I don't want a cheesy christmas fic#but here i am thinking about a family reunited to safe their dying relative to no avail because he is dying anyways because i said so#so much fun#yah#luckily for all of you i have none writing skills or mental nor physical capacity rn#because then you would be screwd
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From Italy with Love blurb (harryâs angel)
pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)
summary: nothing beats enjoying the quiet of your italy villa with your little family<3
warning: none!
a/n: iâm slowly getting back into working on some fics, iâve been just dealing with a few things but i promise stuff is coming<3
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Nothing would ever come close to feeling like the summer breeze in Italy felt as you lay tangled up in the sheets. Soft sounds of birds chirping and the small town around your villa awakening as the sun crept up on your villa. This was your favourite wake up call, no rushes to hotels or venues for concerts, just delicate softness to help rise you from your sleep.
The only thing that confused you was the utter quietness within your home, no crying from Violet, and no sweet nothings in your ear from Harry. Looking at the clock beside you it was almost eight a.m., Vi would have been up by now so you figured Harry had gotten up with her and let you sleep, something he was doing a lot of recently, never quite getting enough of his baby girl.
It didnât take long for you to get out of bed, slipping on a button up of Harryâs, your soft cotton shorts keeping you extra comfy as you brushed your teeth. You took your time waking up, completing your skin care before making your way downstairs. As soon as you made it towards the back french doors you could hear quiet murmuring accompanied by the little noises Violet sometimes made that Harry was certain, she was talking back to him.
âGood morning my sunshinesâ
At the sound of your voice Harry turned to smile at you, Violet tucked securely in his arms
âOh say good morning mummyâ
âMorning my little Violetâ
Leaning down to press a kiss to her little cheeks you smiled moving to kiss your husband, his eyes watching yours filled with nothing but love for you
âGood morning angelâ
âMorning baby, have you both been up for a while?â
He shook his head
âShe woke up round six, so weâve been sitting outside napping a bit and watching the birdsâ
âSheâs been sleeping a bit later, maybe she knows her daddyâs on vacationâ
Harry laughed, moving to give you space to sit down next to them
âWell isnât that nice of herâ
He looked down at Violet whoâs eyes were moving around, when they landed on you she made a little noise
âHello petal, did you find me? Hmm? Youâre so precious babyâ
Hearing your voice she gave you the faintest sign of a smile, Harry moving to pass her to you before letting you lean back on his chest. Violets eyes remaining on you as you brought a finger down to stroke her cheek.
âGod sheâs your carbon copy Hâ
He hummed
âSheâs got your nose though, kinda crazy how we created her isnât it?â
âMhm, pinch myself every now and againâ
Slowly Violets eyes fluttered closed, happy to be snuggled up against you, your body relaxing further into Harryâs as you enjoyed the warm air and solitude your little family had at this moment.
âWish we could stay here foreverâ
âWho says we canât?â
Pressing a kiss to your cheek Harryâs hands moved to rest on your thighs, no hidden intentions other than to find comfort in being close to you
âGuess we better write letters to our family, from italy with love, weâre never coming backâ
âSounds like a plan to meâ
Laughing softly you let your eyes close as well, Harry more than happy to keep his girls comfortable and happy. He knew you couldnât stay at your villa forever but you could for now, and that was all he wanted to do: shut the world out and hide away with his girls.
There was nowhere else in the world Harry wanted to be than right here, with his little family.
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the intimacy of little things: v
au â florist!harry x photographer!ofcÂ
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She walks inside the Another Man building, and this time, she remembers to wipe her feet on the small, worn-out door mat by the entrance. Olive looks up, and calls for her, making her stop in her tracks just as sheâs about to get in the lift.
âGood morning, Olive,â she smiles, taking a mint from the small bowl on her desk.
She grunts, then looks her up and down. âYou look very professional,â she takes in her black jumpsuit and heeled boots. âAre you getting a promotion?â
âWouldnât you like to know,â Talulah winks. âIâm not. I have a meeting with MJ and Paula. I thought Iâd dress up for a change.â
âHm,â Olive nods, though Talulah sees the tiny smile creeping in. âOkayâ well, go, youâre holding me up.â
âOhâ yeah,â she nods, pinching her cheek before taking a step towards the lifts. âSee you later, Liv!â
It was Thursday, which meant she had two shoots after her morning meeting with MJ and Paula. She smiles at a few colleagues before making a beeline into the small kitchen, hand already in her white canvas bag, trying to locate her coffee cup.
âIs this your last day of work?â
She looks up at Zaynâs voice, and it earns him an eye-roll.
âWhy?â She puts the kettle on, placing her bags on the small table in front of her.
Zayn is leaning against the counters, and he looks good as usual, dressed in white trousers and a red jumper with polka dots.
âYouâre dressed awfully nice.â
âAre you trying to say I donât dress nice usually?â She asks, grabbing a spoon from the rack.
Zayn shrugs. âNot this nice. Is that a Gucci belt?â He leans forward to investigate. âIs it real? Please donât tell me otherwise.â
âItâs real,â she swats his hands off of her, and takes the boiled water, pouring it into her cup. âI have a meeting with MJ and Paula.â
âAbout?â
âI donât know,â she shrugs. âIâm still here, arenât I?â
âWell, maybe it is your last day, if Paula is here,â he shrugs, taking his cigarettes out of his pocket. âShall we?â
âYes. Letâs go.â
She drops her bags off in her small office, and follows Zayn outside, both of them taking their spot by the railings, and she extends the lighter, helping him light his cigarette. They mostly smoke in silence, the only noise surrounding them coming from the London traffic; horns and tires screeching, and Zayn sighs, turning to Talulah.
âAre you happy, Talulah?â He says, taking another drag from his cigarette.
Deep conversations werenât out of the ordinary for Zayn and Talulah. Despite people thinking of Zayn as a quiet person, he loved talking when the timing was right. He said what needed to be said.
She looks up at him, a surprised twinkle in her eyes. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âAre you happyâ with Harry, with everything going on in your life?â
âI donât know,â she purses her lips. She hadnât thought about it in a whileâ what being happy meant. She says as much. âI havenât thought about it, to be honest.â
âMhm,â Zayn nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. He puts it out on the side of the wall, and discards it in one of the plastic cups they brought out and used as a make-shift ashtray.
âI guess soâ I guess Iâve been happier recently,â she nods. âHarry helps. Therapy helps, too.â
Zayn only nods, and looks down at his shoes. âGood.â
âAre you? Happy?â She redirects the question, earning a chuckle from him.
âI think so. Iâve no reason to be unhappy.â
âNot at all?â
âNot at all.â
She is called into MJâs office when sheâs just walking inside with Zayn, and she promises to keep him updated on the meeting as she begins walking towards his office at the top floor. Her boots click on the marble floors, and she takes a deep breath before knocking on the stained glass door.
She hears MJâs deep voice inviting her in, and she opens the door, finding Paula already sitting on one of the chairs around the meeting table MJ has in his office. She greets them both with a smile on her face, and walks further into the office, closing the door behind her.
âTake a seat,â MJ nods, clearly the one designated to talk more today as opposed to Paula who watches them both with a barely-there smile.
Paula takes a deep breath, clearly wanting to get to the point.
Talulah turns to her.
âHow do you feel about an intern joining you for a couple of weeks, Talulah?â Paula asks, hands on the table.
âAn intern?â
âYes. Remember how and where you started?â
âI do, yes, of course,â she nods, turning to MJ.
MJ nods along, and waits for Paula.
âWe are hiring for our new building in New York. MJ suggested someone shadow you for a few weeks before he makes the move to settle in New York. We already have someone coming, just wanted to see how you felt about someone shadowing you here,â Paula says, crossing her arms.
âAre youâ sure? I mean, Iâve never had anyone shadowing me before.â
âMJ trusts you,â Paula nods. âAnd so do I, to be completely honest. Weâre very happy with you, and he figured you would want this opportunity.â
âI mean, yeah, of courseâ yeah.â
âYes?â Paula asks, turning to MJ for a second. âAre you saying yes, then?â
âYes,â Talulah confirms, a small smile appearing.
MJ claps his hands, and reaches across the table to squeeze Talulahâs cold ones.
âGreat!â He says, turning to Paula. âIâll inform Noah, and get him a visitorâs ID, and whatnot.â
âOkay, great,â Paula nods, getting on her feet.
Talulah does the same.
âThank you, Talulah,â Paula says, cracking a tiny smile. Itâs so small Talulah barely recognises it before Paula turns around, and leaves MJâs office.
âAny questions?â MJ asks, phone in hand.
âI meanâ yeah. Who is he? How long is he shadowing me for? Iâm nervousâ is that normal?â
âYeah, itâs normal. Donât be nervous, youâre great at what you do, otherwise Paula wouldnât agree on it, you know her,â MJ smiles.
âI do, yeah. So,â she says. âWhen do I get to meet him? Whatâs he like?â
âTomorrow. And, heâs greatâ got great connections. He was working freelance before, but got great recommendations.â
She nods, and they chat for another couple of minutes before she leaves his office, and makes his way to her own floor. Lauren is already in her seat, working on something on her computer, and she walks over to her desk.
âHey,â she greets her, and she turns around, smiling at her.
âHey, you.â
âI just got back from MJâs officeââ
ââAre you fired?â
âNo.â
âThen?â
âIâm having someone shadow me for a couple of weeks before they hire him for the New York office,â she murmurs, looking around for Zayn.
Heâs just leaving the kitchen, and when he notices them both, he walks over to them.
Lauren claps her hands, despite the look sheâs receiving from Talulah, and Zayn nods at her.
âIs she fired?â He says, sitting on the corner of her desk.
Talulah sighs. âWhy is everyone asking the same thing?â
âWeâre just fucking with you,â Lauren laughs, turning to Zayn. âSheâs gonna have an intern shadow her for a couple of weeks before they move to New York.â
âOh,â Zayn turns to Talulah. âWell done, T. Thatâs good news. Paula was there, wasnât she?â
âYep,â she nods. âShe even cracked a smile. Once or twice.â
âCongratulations, T. That means theyâre very happy with your performance,â Zayn says, placing a hand on Talulahâs shoulder. He squeezes, and Talulah smiles at him.
One of todayâs shoots included working with Nick Robinson, and she couldnât help but feel giddy over it. She gets ready, and brainstorms about the shoot with Zayn and his crew, and he tells her which lighting would be the best for some of the outfits he would have on. She makes a cup of coffee, and walks into the lift with Zayn and Metta. The studio is already alive, a blue backdrop already on as per Talulahâs request. âMother of Pearlâ by Roxy Music is playing, the song coming through Zaynâs speakers, and she tries to get everything ready before Nick Robinson shows up with his entourage.
âYou good?â Zayn asks, holding a pastel green scarf.
She nods, and turns towards the lifts when she hears commotion.
Itâs Nick Robinson, dressed in wide leg trousers and a navy crochet vest. His hair is styled to perfection, and a few strands fall over to his face, creating a ânonchalantâ look.
âHello,â he smiles, walking over to them.
He first greets Zayn, reaching a hand as they shake each otherâs hand, and then he turns to Talulah.
âHey,â he says, reaching and shaking her hand. âYouâre Talulah.â
âI am,â she smiles, perhaps a little too big, and lets go of his soft hand. âNice to meet you.â
âLikewise.â
Nick turns to his PA, and Zayn guides him over to where a stool is stood in the middle of the room, in front of the backdrop. He sits down, and gives them a cheesy smile.
âIâll just do a couple of test shots,â she says, grabbing her camera off the tripod. âAnd then, weâll start.â
âCool,â Nick grins. âHow do you want me?â
âDoesnât matter, just look at me and smile a little?â
He hums, and does what heâs told. Itâs an easy shoot, Nick delivers what heâs supposed to, and Talulah canât help but ask about his films, Iâm a fan, if you couldnât tell.
âThank you for everything,â Nick says, shaking her hand after they wrapped up.
âThank you, you were great.â
Lunch break comes too soon, and Talulah eats her wrap in silence as her greasy fingers work the keyboard of her laptop. She answers some emails, forwards some here and there, and sends herself a couple to remind her of her tasks for the upcoming weeks. Before closing her laptop, she gets another email from HR, MJ and Paula ccâd, about Noahâs arrival on Wednesday.
âT?â
She looks up at Zaynâs voice.
Heâs standing by the door, his glasses in hand.
âYes?â
âJules is asking if youâd like to come around for dinner,â he says, looking down at his phone. He sounds gruff, like heâd been smoking for the last couple of hours.
She laughs. âTonight?â
âI guess.â
âI meanâ do you want me to come?â
He looks up, eyebrows raised in question. He looks bored. âWhat?â
âIâm joking.â
âOh.â
âJesusâ youâre so awkward sometimes,â she closes her laptop, and starts tidying up her thingsâ stuffing everything in her tote. âIâll come.â
âBring Harry, too.â
âWhat?â Chargers. Glasses. Favourite pens. More chargersâ all stuffed in the yellow tote.
Zayn groans, taking a step back. âBring Harry. Tonight.â
A grin appears on her face.
Zayn liked Harry.
Zayn rarely showed interest in peopleâ especially the ones who just entered their lives.
âOkayâŚâ she grins wider, turning off the small lamp on her desk. âIâll ask him.â
Zayn nods. He watches her cross the desk and walk over to him with her bags as they begin walking side by side to the lift.
âJules said itâd be nice,â Zayn says once in the lift, long fingers pressing the ground floor in a practised manner.
Talulah looks up, confused. âWhat?â
âJules.â
âWhat?â
âShe said Harry should come over as well. With you.â
âOkay, Zayn.â
Talulah looks down at the grey jeans sheâs got on, and reaches for another pair on her bed. When she taps on her phone screen, it immediately goes off, showing Harryâs contact name. She answers with a smile, and in a few minutes, sheâs locking her door and walking towards Harryâs Mini with quick steps as she tries to protect her makeup from the rain.
She gets in the warm car with a sigh, the sound of Harryâs wiper blades filling her ears as Harry greets her with a smile, watching as she places her bag on the backseat along with the wine bottle thatâs secured in a pink tote.
âHey,â he murmurs, lips already on her cheek as he presses a small kiss there. She smiles, taking in his smell and the moustache thatâs been growing on his beautiful face.
She kisses his lips, then his chin. âHey, you,â she notices the âKissâ t-shirt and his pink beanie. âLooking cosy with the beanie,â she murmurs, making him chuckleâ his hand still on the back of her neck.
He thumbs at the soft skin there. âYeah?â
âMhm. Though, a t-shirt? Itâs freezing.â
âIâve got a cardigan on as wellâ and a coat,â he shrugs.
He kisses her one last time before letting go, and puts the car in drive.
âI missed you,â he looks at her, only for a moment before his eyes are back on the road.
Thereâs not much traffic, surprisingly, Talulah notes, so they drive in peace for the most part.
âI missed you, too,â Talulah agrees, reaching and messing with his beanie. He lets out a huff, one hand leaving the steering-wheel to fix the hat.
A moment of silence before he talks.
âYou did?â He asks while Talulah is trying to connect her phone to the radio.
She doesnât look up from her phone, her finger scrolling through her playlists to choose a song from. âI did, what?â
âYou missed me?â Harry asks, clearing his throat.
He sounds on edge, almost, so she looks up from her phone screen, finding his eyes on the road.
âWhat do you mean?â
He takes a bit to answer.
âYouâve been a bitâ I donât know, I guess I wanted to hear your voice more these past couple of days.â
She holds off on starting her chosen song for a bit, out of respect.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI wanted to call more, text moreâŚâ
She chuckles. âWeâve been texting!â
âI know!â He lets out a laugh, but it sounds forcedâ almost embarrassed.
âSo? Harry, are you okay?â
âI am. Iâve justâ I donât know, Iâm being silly. I missed you, thatâs all.â
âAnd Iâve missed you,â she laughs, right hand reaching and thumbing at the spot on his cheek where she knows his dimple would be.
He smiles, and she feels the dimple under her touch.
âOkay,â he says, voice quiet, but the dimple doesnât disappear.
She likes it.
She prefers it that way.
They drive in silence for another minute before she turns to him again, finger hovering on the screen of her phone.
âPick a number between one and twenty-one,â she says.
Harry lets out a chuckle. âSix,â Harry says, and she counts quickly, finger scrolling through songs.
She stops, and they both let out a laugh when Fleetwood Mac comes on.
âHow predictable,â Harry says, eyes glinting despite the darkness of the carâs interior.
She hums.
How predictable, indeed.
âMaybe now he could prove to her/ That he could be good for her/ And they should be togetherâ
They arrive at Zayn and Julesâ, and park the car in front of Zaynâs Range Rover. They joke about the size of Harryâs car compared to Zaynâs, and how his Mini fits into the space with ease before Talulah gathers her bags, and she watches Harry lock the car before turning to her with a wine bottle of his own in his hand.
He reaches for her free hand, and she smiles at the warmth of his palm against her own. They laugh about the wine they both had brought, same brand, and Talulah asks about Bo again. She knocks on the blue door, and watches for a moment as Harry takes in his surroundings.
Jules opens the door, wearing a bright-yellow jumper that is in contrast with the gloomy weather outside. Her smile is so big, Talulah can see the joy in her brown eyes as she ushers them inside, saving them from droplets of rain outside.
When they're inside the warm flat, Zayn appears out of nowhere, dressed in a pair of loose-fit jeans and a purple hoodie, and hugs them both. Jules accepts their gifts with a beaming smileâ you didn't have to, and they take their seats at the table. Both Harry and Talulah compliment Julesâand Zaynâon the food, Zayn cracking a big smile when Jules looks down with a small smile as soon as Harry asks whether Zayn is a good cook or not.
âIâm so happy you guys could make it,â Jules says, cutting into her food.
Harry looks at Talulah for a moment, his smile widening, and turns to Jules. âThanks for the invitation. Youâre a good cook, everythingâs delicious.â
âThanks, Harry,â Jules smiles. âSo,â her gaze wavers between Talulah and Harry. âHow did you two meet?â
âOh,â Harry turns to Talulah, like heâs waiting for her to give him the floor, or better yet, answer it herself.
Talulah doesnât, though. She looks down, though a smile appears on her face as the silence fills the room, six pairs of eyes watching her.
Harry coughs into his fist. âWe met at a Christmas dinner,â he answers, though it feels as though heâs wanting to say something else.
He doesnât, though.
Instead, Talulah looks up, and places her hand on his chin, thumbing at the soft, warm skin there before turning to the curious pairs of eyes.
âArielle hosted a Christmas dinner, we were both there,â she says, placing her elbows on the table. âI was mean to him.â
âYou werenât,â Harry laughs.
They all do.
âI was.â
âNah,â Harry shakes his head, and turns to Jules with a smile on his face. âI saw her and wanted to introduce myself. She looked beautiful,â he says, and Talulah doesnât have to look at him to know his cheeks are warm, and slightly flushed.
She still does, though.
She looks at his dimple, then into his eyes. Harry smiles.
âSee,â Talulah turns to Jules. âHe thought I was beautiful, and I was a total bitch to him.â
She turns her attention to Zayn, noticing how quiet heâd been all night. Heâs got a sombre look on his faceâ a look she canât quite work out. She raises her eyebrows at him, a silent conversation happening between the pair, and Talulah turns to Jules again, ignoring Zayn.
Harry interrupts her thoughts.
âGot us here in the end, didnât it?â He says, biting his bottom lip.
They keep eating, and talking about nothing and everything all at once. At one point, Harry and Zayn start arguing over football, and Zayn groans one too many times when Harry brings up the league table.
Talulah falls quiet.
She thinks back to the first night theyâd metâ the first time Talulah had seen Harry.
She wonders if sheâd dreamt the whole thing, their first interaction.
In truth, she wasnât the one being meanâ Harry had started it.
How could he not remember her? Still, to this day, how could Harry not remember the first time heâd seen Talulah? Had she changed that much in one night? Was it her makeupâ her hair? Or, was it her clothes?
It was silly.
It was weird.
She didnât know why it mattered so much, Harry being rude to her at the shop. It was insignificant. It was pointless to dwell on such a thing when he had redeemed himself already.
Harry was kind.
He was beautifulâ in every sense of the word. His heart was big, and so warm, and Talulah wanted to hold it in her hands, despite the coldness of her palmsâ despite the imaginary callouses decorating her palms. She thought his big heart wasnât fit for her dirty hands. It was as if her palms were too muddy, too bleak and unworthy for his big heart.
She looks up at his touch on the back of her neck.
âYou with us?â Harry asks, grinning.
âDid you tell Harry about your new intern?â Zayn interrupts their moment, and she feels cold all of a sudden, despite Harryâs warm hand on her neck.
She feels his curious gaze on her, and she shakes her head. âI forgot to.â
âYou have an intern?â Harry asks.
âApparentlyâŚâ
The night carries on, Harry insists on helping Jules with tidying up and putting everything in the dishwasher so she lets Harry and Zayn load the dishwasher while she puts the kettle on, Talulah watching quietly from a distance. She watches Harry joke with Zayn, Zaynâs usually quiet attitude disappearing under Harryâs jolly personality. Although itâs only been a couple of months of knowing Harry, Talulah can tell heâs quieter than usual. He zones out quite often when Zayn doesnât talk, and he almost breaks a plate and drops cutlery more than once.
They sit and talk in Zayn and Julesâ spacious living room, and Talulah presses her body closer to Harryâs warmth when a new song comes on through the speakers. She canât quite recall ever hearing the tune, or the melody, so she listens intently. Harry turns his attention to her, her head on his shoulderâ hair touching the warm skin of his neck. He smiles down at her, though his eyes tell a different story.
She doesnât question it there.
She lets him lay his head on hers, and she smiles, a small one, and hums when Jules gushes about the new greengrocers near Hamilton Road.
They leave Zayn and Julesâ flat around eleven, and Harry doesnât reach for her hand when theyâre walking towards his car like he did when they first arrived.
She hugs her aching body, trying to shelter the last bits of warmth inside her body and winter coat while Harry walks ahead, long limbs trying to beat the freezing weather.
âAre you angry at me?â
âWhat?â
She looks up from her seatbelt, and looks into his eyes, finding him already watching her tired fingers work the seatbelt.
Harry waits for her answer.
It doesnât come for a while, until Harryâs turning the ignition and theyâre on the road again.
Her hand reaches for the cable that connects their phone to the radio, though his cold hand stops her mid-reach.
She turns to him.
Heâs focused on the road.
âDonât,â he says, voice low, almost a murmur.
He does sound angry.
She feels her heart start beating even faster now, brain trying to come up with all the reasons he might feel so hostile and worked up.
She thinks it might be because she didnât like the wine they brought, or perhaps it was when she rolled her eyes at his joke about one of her outfits she wore last week.
Couldâve been the time when he pressed a kiss to her chin, and she bit her lip while trying to distance herself from his touch because she felt Jules looking at them.
She comes empty-handed.
âTalulah?â Harry questions the overbearing silence in the tiny car.
She turns to him, catching a glimpse of his distant gaze before his eyes find their focus on the road.
âWhat?â
âI donât want you to play a song to fill the awkwardness,â Harry grumbles.
If she were brave, she wouldâve gasped at the heavy implications of his words.
âSo itâs awkward now?â A bitter laugh leaves her mouth. She shakes her head. âWhatâ who made it awkwardâ why? How is it my fault that you made it awkward, Harry? I meanââ she takes a deep breath, palms sweating.
âI didnât say you made it awkward.â
âYou implied it.â
Harry lets out a groan. âI didnât. Iâm just sayingââ
She grows frustrated. She pinches the bridge of her nose. âJust fucking spit it out. Youâre giving me the cold shoulderâ you have been giving me the cold shoulder all night. I have no idea why youâre soâ so angry about!â
âAll night?â His voice is gruff, but still loud.
âJust tell me for Godâs sake, Harry.â
âDo you even like me, Talulah?â
Talulah stiffens, levelling Harry with a hard, stone-cold gaze. âWhat?â
A bitter laugh escapes his mouth. âDo you? Do you like me as much as I like you?â
Talulah feels small.
She feels guilty, yet so angry.
How dare he?
How dare he question her feelings towards him when she should be the one doing so.
She should be the one questioning his feelings, his stance on this relationship, considering their first interaction.
Maybe, she found herself thinking from time to time, maybe Harry was just pretending.
Maybe heâs been pretending the whole time; pretending to have forgotten how awful he was to her when they first met, and the fact that he acted like he didnât remember anything at Arielâs party. Maybe Harry was a player. Maybe he was just an awful personâ a scam.
So, yes, Talulah feels small. She feels six-years-old again, being questioned about her feelings, about how real they are. âAre you sure youâre hungry?â, âDid you really think it would work?â, âYouâre only six, Lullah, donât get involved in our businessâ, âYouâre overreacting, youâre acting sillyâ.
âAre you even listening?â Harry asks, incredulously.
Talulah gulps, the lump in her throat expanding. âI am.â
âAnd youâre choosing not to answer,â he makes a sharp left, and she looks out the window, feeling alarmed for a moment before she chastises herself for feeling so, knowing Harry wouldnât do anything to harm her.
âI just think itâs a stupid question.â
Harry stops at a red light, and the window rolls down, only a little bit. The breeze seeps inside the car, filling the small vehicle with the smell of smoke and exhaust. Talulah feels sick to her stomach, sick at the silence filling not only Harryâs car, but also Talulahâs heart.
Harry doesn't waver, he sends her a small smile. Itâs filled with so much: so much love, but also sadness. Itâs dull, but also so bright. She shakes like a leaf inside, though doesnât show it on the outside.
âItâs not stupid,â Harry argues back. âDo you? Do you like me? Because Iââ He puts the car in drive. ââI feel like I like you more than you like meââ
ââSo youâve said.â
âYou donât talk to me, Talulah!â Harry hits the steering wheel, though itâs only a gentle tap in her eyes.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â She grows frustrated, anger showing in her wavering, shaky tone of voice. âI do talk to you. You know more about me than most people. You know about my mum, aboutâ Harry, what happened?â
âTalulah, this past week youâve been distant. I always feel like Iâm bothering you when I text or call,â Harry tries to reason.
Talulah feels angry.
âNow, youâre being unreasonable.â
âHow?â
âIâm not distant! We talkâ we text. Weâre fine. Whatâs this aboutâ whatâs the real reason?â
She doesnât realise they made it to her flat until the car stops, and Harry puts the car in park. She knows someone will see his car in their parking space and walk downstairs to tell them off for it.
She doesnât care.
She doesnât think Harry does, either.
Harry exhales, and unbuckles his seatbelt, then clears his throat.
âYou have an intern now?â
Talulah looks at him with raised eyebrows, a wicked smile painting her features.
âYouâre fucking with meâ is that why youâre angry?â
âNoâ yes. Not because you have someone shadowing you. Because it feels like you tell me nothing lately.â
âThatâs such a stupid reason to be mad at me, though.â
âZayn knows more about you. Even Jules does. I didnât know you cut your finger until I asked why you were going out to buy plasters for,â Harry starts listing things, as if heâs been waiting for this moment his whole life. Sheâs bewildered, to say the least. Harry goes on. âI didnât know your throat hurt until I asked about your voiceâ orâ or when I wanted to see you and you told me youâd been assigned a new photoshoot forâ for fucking Phoebe Bridgers. I meanâ thatâs fucking huge, isnât it?â
âIâm lost.â
âI want to know you.â
âYou know me.â
Harry carries on, shaking his head in disapproval. He doesnât look convinced, nor pleased. âI just feel likeâ I feel like youâre holding back.â
âIâm not.â
âWell, okay.â
She tries to get closer to his face.
He turns his head.
âHarry.â
âYes?â
âWhat are you saying?â
âI want to know why youâre holding backâ whatâs changed? It was different when we first met, when we first started seeing each other,â Harry looks down, his jeans seemingly more interesting now.
âHarry, thatâs not trueâ nothingâs changed. Iâve just been busy,â she tries to reason, but to no avail; Harryâs stance is clear.
He looks distantâ which is ironic, seeing how he argues the opposite.
âIâll call you tomorrow.â
âHarry,â Talulah laughsâ a pathetic sound, she thinks, her laugh is.
Itâs alien inside the quiet car, the sound of the wind and rain filling her insides.
Harry smiles, like heâs trying to let her down easy. âIâll call you tomorrow, because I think weâre both not making any sense now. I donât think I explained myself clearly, and Iâm just being really unreasonable and silly right now.â
Talulah lets out a breath. âYouâre not being silly. I justâ Iâm confused.â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you feel confusedâ I myself am confused. I think Iâm justâŚâ
âYouâre just, what?â
âI like you, T.â
She bites her bottom lip. âI like you, too. You know that, right? I doâ I really fucking like you, Harry.â
âI know, I know you do.â
âSo?â
âI will call you tomorrow, I promise.â
She clears her throat, and unbuckles her belt. Grabbing her back, she doesnât even look back as she closes the door behind her.
She opens her door, and she spends a few minutes getting rid of the layers of clothes sheâs got on. When she dares looking out her window, she sees his car still parked where she left him a few minutes ago. The lampposts cast a shadow into his car, an orange hue, and she sees the light of his phone illuminating the dark interior of his car. She smiles, waiting for his text.
Harry locks her phoneâ she knows, because itâs dark in the car again.
Her phone doesnât make a sound.
Harry drives off.
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have you ever read a story with florist harry, y/n visits to get flowers for her sister's prom or something, she has a bf but her mom and sis hate him⌠cant remember much else but maybe harry moved from a flashy life in the city bc he wanted a new quieter life... i want to reread it and i can't remember the author
That isn't familiar to me hon! Maybe someone here knows!
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After the War draco left no one heard of him till he open a flower shop.
Harry became a regular client and draco ask himself how can someone screw things up so badly because he destroy every plants and flower that he have which is weird because he don't remember potter being so terrible in herbology class.
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thereâs a brilliant podfic by @cailynwrites yâall! give it a listen â¤ď¸
Deadheading the Odd Dahlia, by peachpety
Inspired by the gorgeous art of @beyondtheclose
Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022, E, 8.7k exactly
Florist Draco & Smitten Harry đ Romantic Fluff & Autumn Vibes đ Farmers Market & Soft Pining đ Cottagecore & Language of Flowers đ Draco Navigating the Muggle World on a Baby Blue Moped
âYou could stay at the Manor,â Draco blurts. âI meanââhe twirls the wine stem in his fingersâânot the Manor proper. But Rose Cottage would suit.â
A hush blankets the table, save for Luna scraping a knife full of butter over her toast.
Harry chews his eggs carefully. He takes a bite of bacon and washes it down with a big gulp of wine. Alarm bells sound off in his brain. There are many reasons why living with Draco is a bad idea, first and foremost being his small crush, insignificant really. Although technically he wouldnât be living with him, but nearby, almost on top of each otherâ
âYes,â Harry says. âThatâsâŚIâll move into Rose Cottage. Thanks.â
Harry is content to spend his days at Dracoâs flower stall at the farmers market, burying his true feelings in artisanal coffee and rose bouquets. When forced to find new lodgings, he accepts Dracoâs offer to live in a cottage at Malfoy Manor, and his long-hidden crush blossoms out of control. Turns out, proximity makes the heart grow fonder.
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Boston Massachusetts Florist: Obituary of Brandon D. Whilden | Paul W. Harris Funeral Home
Boston Massachusetts Florist
Obituary of Brandon D. Whilden | Paul W. Harris Funeral Home
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Whilden, Brandon D. of Webster passed away unexpectedly, on Saturday, February 18, 2023. Brandon was predeceased by his twin brother, ... Providence Providence RI Rhode Island February 22, 2023 at 05:26AM
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some boyfriend!harry james potter headcanons that make me giggle n kick my feet to think about <3
loves to buy you flowers. like, he knows the florist personally at this point because he's constantly working on new bouquets for you. he knows all about trimming the stems, cutting the leaves, fertilizing the water, he's really passionate about you having beautiful, fresh flowers around you all the time. "pretty girls deserve pretty flowers" <333
you guys heard about the orange peel theory right? well harry doesn't just peel your orange for you, he also pulls it apart, plates it, makes it look beautiful, and gets you a drink to go with it. he does not fuck around when it comes to doing favors for you, he will do whatever it takes to make even the smallest parts of life easier for you
on that note, he knows your preferences for everything. your favorite drinks and how you like them, your favorite meals from your favorite places, your favorite brands or stores, even down to how you like your clothes organized. anytime he learns how you like something a particular way he takes note, not because he has to, but because he loves learning about all your little details that make you so special to him
doesn't hesitate to buy something if it makes him think of you. if he knows you really like one animal, he'll buy random things with that animal on it just because they remind him of you. if something comes in your favorite color it's his first choice. he buys sweatshirts/sweaters in the hopes you like them enough to wear them yourself. he just loves having these little parts of you in his life to remind him how lucky he is to have you around :'(
gets a little jealous and flustered if you have a celebrity crush or start gushing over a character from the book you're currently reading. he knows it's not serious and doesn't let it get to him too much, but he can't help that he's protective over you, even if it's against a completely fictional character. still, he finds it incredibly cute when you blush talking about/seeing them <3
always feels so relaxed when he's with you that he actually gets sleepy. anytime you're cuddling or even just snuggled up on the couch together he starts drifting in and out of sleep, his body melting into yours. he can't help it, you just make him feel so safe and comfortable...most of the time you tease him for it, but sometimes he looks too cute sleeping on your shoulder for you to wake him...zzz...
absolutely loves to do all the cheesy boyfriend stuff for you: hold your bags, open doors for you, give you his jacket, pay for every date, he's just so proud to be with you and he wants you to know it. he's so excited anytime he gets to introduce you as his girlfriend, and takes any chance he can to bring you up in conversation. he just loves you so much he can't keep it to himself !!!
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one shot: something blue (*) [harry styles au]
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summary: in which harry & lavender are best man and maid of honor at their best friend's wedding and don't get along whatsoever - which makes planning this wedding very interesting
word count: 20,613
warnings: enemies to lovers, lavender's 'best friend' being a huge bitch, smut! (fingering (female receiving), oral (f & m receiving), semi-public sex, unprotected sex)
author's note: another repost from my wattpad :)) this isn't new, but i still love it so much!!
âOh my god, SerenaâŚâ Lavender could hardly contain her tears as she looked through her blurry eyes, her best friend in a pearly white gown beaming at her.
âDo you like it?â Serena checked and Lavender burst out in something between laughing and crying, âOf course I like it!â Lavender cried, getting up her feet to quickly hug her friend.
âWait!â Serena pushed against her shoulders, âGod, you almost got make-up on my dress.â She giggled. Lavender wiped her tears and smiled too, shaking her head in disbelief, âYou look incredible.â She whispered, âHonestly, the most beautiful bride Iâve ever seen.â
Serena grinned, âYouâre only saying that because youâre my maid of honour.â She teased and Lavender shook her head while still smiling, âAbsolutely not. Tristan is going to die when he sees you.â
Serena turned around to inspect herself in the large mirror in the bridal shop. Lavender stood back with a glass of champagne in her hand, ready to take a sip until Serena tutted her, âWerenât you supposed to call the florist and the caterer later today?â
Lavender raised her brows, âUh â yes?â
âWell,â Serena turned around and gently took the flute from Lavenderâs hand to put it down, âthen you should stay sober.â
Lavender rolled her eyes, âOne glass is not going to get me plastered.â She muttered.Â
âGod, I canât believe the wedding is in two weeks.â Serena sighed. Lavender smiled along, although her heart slightly ached. It was only June and the wedding being next week also meant she took up her final vacation days at her job to spend the time preparing for Serenaâs wedding.
Sheâd have to go the remainder of the year without paid leave. No holidays for her this year but at least she â hopefully â gave her friend a kickass wedding. Lavender stared at Serenaâs slender body with the white, silky dress now completely fit to her size. They had done the final measurements a while back and now the finished product was here.
âHey, try on your bridesmaid dress now that youâre here?â Serena suggested, looking at Lavender through the mirror, âBrit and Jackie already did so through the weekend but you werenât here.â
It sounded like a bit of a jab, and Lavender swallowed. Throughout the weekend she had actually been doing some work which she was falling behind on due to the preparations of this wedding.
Besides, she had a love-hate relationship with the bridesmaid dress she was supposed to wear and no matter how much she loved Serena, she felt teeny tiny standing next to her in a dress.
Serena decided on picking a lavender colour for her bridesmaids. Lavender cried all night when she got that news. It had always been her dream to get married in a lavender-shaded dress one day because â well, it was her name and it was fitting. Ever since birth, she somehow had the feeling she was the only person allowed to own the colour lavender.
Serena thought differently and picked that shade for the bridesmaids gowns, making Lavender feel like sheâd be copying her if she ever chose that for her wedding dress. She forced Serena a smile through the mirror, âOh, Iâm sure itâs fine.â
âItâs not.â Serena frowned, âLav, we had to get it redone because you gained weight. It needs to be perfect, it canât be like⌠too tight or anything.â
Lavenderâs cheeks heated a bit at the comment and she eventually nodded, âYeah, okay. âM not wearing heels though.â
Serena clacked her tongue, âNumber one mistake when visiting a shop like this. Always wear heels.â
Lavender rolled her eyes and contained her frustration. She loved Serena to bits. They met in the sorority where Lavender only stayed for about a week before she dropped out because of how crazy it was. Her and Serena stayed friends all throughout college and after. Even if Serena always overshadowed Lavender, there was a lot of love there.Â
So much, that Lavender was the reason Tristan and Serena met. The story was funny but also slightly terrible. Lavender and Tristan matched on Tinder and went on one date. It was quite clear they werenât meant to be and when he went to drop her off at her front door, he met up with her then-roommate which was Serena at the time. They met and instantly hit it off, which is how Lavenderâs best friend was now engaged to be married to the man she once went on a date with.
It came as no huge surprise when Serena asked Lavender to be her maid of honour. And Lavender was honoured to say the least, until Serena apparently also wanted her to do the entire wedding planning.
And if that wasnât horrible enough, she had to do it with the best man. Who was a pain in her ass to put it lightly. He was snibby, arrogant and a complete asshole.Â
Harry Styles.
Lavender shuddered just thinking about him and bile rose up in her throat. When they first met, her heart skipped a beat because he was downright gorgeous. But the moment he opened his mouth and started talking, she was turned off. He was a jackass, kind of like Tristan turned out to be and kind of how Serena could also be every once in a while.Â
Harry and Lavender had spent a lot of time together in the past six months, but it usually ended up in screaming matches and slamming doors. They didnât seem to see eye to eye on anything and it had fucked up the wedding planning tremendously. Harry also always found a way to blame Lavender for everything that went wrong and then she got the full of it from Serena.
Lavender locked herself in a dressing room to try on her gown. She wasnât wearing the right underwear for the dress either, something Serena would definitely comment on.
Her red hair was in curls and she quickly took a clip to get it out of the way while hoisting herself in the lavender dress. It had thin straps over her shoulders and a rather low back. Lavender tugged on the dress a bit as she inspected herself and then walked out of the dressing room. Serena still stood in front of the mirror to admire herself and a smile graced her face when she laid eyes on Lavender, âOh, you look stunning.â
âThanks.â Lavender breathed as she stood next to Serena, pushing up on her toes to see how the dress would look once she wore heels.
âDid you lose weight again?â Serena checked, eyes glued to Lavenderâs chest where the dress fell a little wide. Lavender glanced down, âUh â yeah. I think so.â
âGod, Lav⌠I canât keep adjusting this dress for you.â Serena complained and Lavender shook her head, âNo, Iâll â uh⌠Iâll just wear a push-up bra.â
âYou canât wear a bra, itâs an open back.â
âWell, then Iâll find a stick-on bra or something.â Lavender shrugged, âIâll be fine, donât worry about it.â
âAnd please, donât forget nipple covers. I donât need Tristan to look at anyoneâs tits but mine that day.â
Lavender chuckled, âRight. Okay, noted.â
Serena nibbled her lip, âYou seriously think heâll like it? I mean, we arenât getting married too fast, are we?â
Lavender frowned and placed a hand on her best friendâs shoulders, âWhat are you talking about? Of course not. Who said that?â
Serena avoided her eyes and Lavender exhaled, âWas it your mum?â She guessed. It came as no surprise that Serena wasnât always the nicest person to be around. Lavender forgave her the moment she got to know her parents. They were horrible, to say the least. Serena swallowed, âWell, weâd only been dating a year before he proposed a-â
âAnd what?â Lavender frowned, âS., if it feels good, you donât necessarily have to wait.â She shrugged, âYou two love each other, right?â
âYeah.â Serena sighed before she pressed her lips together. Lavender tilted her head to the side, âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âSerena, come on. Donât lie to me, I know you better than that.â Lavender pushed. Serena crossed her arms, âItâs just â what if I meet someone else one day?â
Lavender blinked and continued frowning, âLike⌠Meet someone else in a romantic way?â
âYes.â Serena whispered and Lavender needed a second before she spoke, âWell â youâre in love. I-Iâd imagine youâd only have eyes for Tristan so it wonât even matter.â
Serena rolled her eyes, âClearly, you donât know what itâs like.â
Lavender ignored the dig and swallowed, âDo you not feel like heâs your soulmate?â
âI donât know.â Serena sighed, âJust â forget I said anything.â Her eyes dropped to Lavenderâs chest anymore, âI truly canât alter this dress anymore, Lav. Try to keep your weight stable the next two weeks before you flash everyone at my wedding.â
Serena taking that tone and being the mean girl was her defence mechanism and Lavender tried to not take it to heart. She simply nodded and headed back to change out of her dress once more. It was Saturday and the afternoon would be spent with calling everyone up to check for the wedding. She also had another appointment at the venue with Harry.
They had to put something together as best man and maid of honour and couldnât agree what it was for the life of them. The moment Harry suggested a stripper â at a wedding â Lavender knew itâd be a hard task to find a middle ground.Â
âSerena, Iâll see you tomorrow, okay?â Lavender called as she was dressed again and her phone was blowing up, the caterer calling her for the third time. Serena said something back from behind the curtain of her dressing room and Lavender took it as her cue to leave.
She was on the phone the moment she stepped outside and ran towards her car. It was hot and warm in the UK but the rain was coming down. Her curls would explode once more and Lavender quickly found shelter in her car as she started the drive up to the wedding venue.
Of course, Tristan and Serena decided to get married in the middle of nowhere, booking an entire hotel with the venue next to it so all the guests could sleep over and join them for breakfast the next morning.Â
It did mean it was a car drive of a few hours to actually get there. Lavender decided to take that time to call the florist and the caterer. The florist had been a pain in the ass because Lavender had specifically asked for dried flowers to use in the venue so they wouldnât have to all be thrown out. Guests could maybe take a little dry flower bouquet with them as a reminder of the day.Â
Serena did want a bouquet of fresh flowers and apparently thatâs where it got hard. The communication wasnât amazing and Lavender called them from her car to set the mistake straight. Next was the caterer, who didnât understand how many vegetarian plates they had to make. Lavender tried to pay attention to traffic and her conversations as the drive continued.
The moment she exhaled a sigh once the call with the caterer had ended, the devil himself called her up.
Lavender rolled her eyes to herself, harshly gripping the steering wheel as she answered the call through Bluetooth, âYes?â She questioned.
âHello to you too.â Harryâs deep voice echoed through her car and Lavender exhaled a short breath, âWhat do you want?â
He huffed out a breath, âSounds like youâre having a good Saturday. Iâm at the venue, where the hell are you?â
âIâm on my way.â Lavender frowned, checking the time, âWe said to meet at three.â
âNo, we said to meet at two.â Harry sounded frustrated, âYouâre fucking kidding me, right?â
Lavender closed her eyes for a split second as she swallowed, âLook, Iâm actually almost there. In like⌠twenty minutes.â
âTwenty minutes?!â He exclaimed, âYouâre fucking late, Lav. What the hell.â
âIâm sorry! Look, I swear I thought we said three.â She groaned, âI-I canât check right now, Iâm driving. Iâm sorry, okay? I-Iâve had a million things going on this morning. Iâll be there in fifteen minutes, promise.â
âItâs pouring rain and Iâm hungry.â
She rolled her eyes once more, âThen wait in your car.â
âYouâre such a b-â She ended the call before he could finish his sentence.Â
âFucking dick.â Lavender mumbled. She definitely didnât look forward to seeing Harry. He got on her nerves like nothing else and she felt like heâd been against her from the start. They didnât agree on a single thing about this wedding. Every little surprise Lavender wanted to put in for Serena, he called corny. Every surprise he wanted for Tristan, she called disgusting.
Harry sat brooding in his car in front of the venue. The sun was shining in his eyes but there was so much rain too, near blinding him as the sun reflected on the street he was parked on.
He checked the time again, realizing he had been sitting here for nearly half an hour waiting for Lav. He hated that about her. She was usually late but then made it a point to plan their agenda so strictly. Harry was the one on time, she was always late.
He stifled a yawn and shifted in his car seat, near falling asleep until he saw a car approaching. Lavenderâs grey Peugeot slowed down until coming to a stop in front of him, parallel parking like a pro in one swift movement before she got out. Her red hair was wild and untamed and her eyes were storming tornados as she glared at him through the car window, âWell?!â She gestured, shaking her head to herself as she marched up to the venue.
Harry huffed and exited the car, braving the rain as he hurried behind Lavender to the front entrance of the venue.
It came as no surprise to Harry that he disliked Lavender. After all, he disliked Serena and Lav was her best friend. Tristan was blinded but Harry wasnât. Serena was a huge bitch who changed Tristan a lot. He was lovesick for her and jumped into this marriage way too quickly. To Harry, Serena was the devil. She was a rich, mean, spoiled girl and Lavender was no different.
So he took every opportunity to be a bother to Lavender and get on her nerves. It was the only pleasure he had these days, coming to terms with the fact that he was losing his best friend. Him and Tristan had been close since they were toddlers so Harry wasnât too shocked when asked to be his best man. In two weeks, heâd lose him forever and he had no plans in striking up a friendship with Serena nor Lavender.
Lavender wore blue jeans, old trainers and a black shirt as she hurried into the venue, unlocking the little key box with the code she received from the owners. Harry shivered once he was also inside, glancing around the space now that he was out of the rain.
Lavender closed the thick, wooden door behind them as she stood in the entryway of the venue.Â
âOkay, so⌠thereâs a huge chance itâs going to rain on their wedding so we need to take a look at how we can do this if thatâs the case.â Lavender spoke, looking around the entryway.
Harry yawned and followed her eyes with little interest, âThey could stand there for pictures.â He pointed.
âThe light is off.â Lavender commented, âItâs going to be a little later than it is right now so the light will be coming from there. I think the other wall is better suited.â
Harry simply shrugged and Lavender took her phone to take a few pictures and then typed something in her notes-app. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, âBy the way, I fixed things with the florist and the caterer.â
âThere were issues with the florist and the caterer?â
Lavender glared at him, âYes. It â God, do you even pay attention when I say anything?!â
Harry bit his tongue and didnât respond. He felt Lavenderâs hand nudging his shoulder, âGo stand against that wall.â
He sighed out with little enthusiasm but did as she asked, âWhy?â
âIâm going to take a picture to see whatâs the best spot.â Lavender held up her phone and then arched up an eyebrow, âYou could at least smile. Iâm turning this into your contact photo.â
At that, Harry held up his middle finger. Lavender rolled her eyes and snapped the picture, âNow over there.â
âYes, maâam.â He mocked and did as she asked, leaning against the other wall as Lavender took another picture. She puckered her lips, âLook,â She turned her phone towards Harry, âif thereâs sun, that second option is better. If thereâs not, the first wall is better.â
âOkay, so what do we pick?â
âI suppose weâll see the morning of the wedding. Letâs just hope it doesnât rain too much. The hotel is like a ten minute walk and weâll all be soaked if we have to do that in the rain.â
Harry smirked, âTristan said the bridesmaids wear backless gowns so that means no bra?â
âYouâre disgusting.â Lavender muttered, turning to face the space. âWeâll have to rearrange those tables too.â
âWhy?â Harry slowly walked behind Lavender, smelling the scent that fit her name perfectly lingering around her as she took in the room, âBecause thereâs going to be a band and they take up more space than a deejay.â She then turned to face him, âYou did contact the band about the number for the first dance, right?â
Harry scratched the back of his neck, feeling pride bubble up inside himself when he realized he could rile up Lavender so easily, âWas I supposed to do that?â He faked confusion. He saw the familiar blaze in Lavenderâs eyes as her jaw clenched, âYes.â She tried to stay calm, crossing her arms in front of her chest and making her tits press together, âYou were. Serena wants a specific version of that song with just the guitar. Not the regular version.â
âHm.â Harry slowly nodded, âYeah, I guess I could give them a call.â
Lavender threw her head back with a groan, âYou shouldâve already given them a fucking call, Harry.â She hissed, âIf they refuse or we donât get to hear the new version in advance, Serena will kill us.â
âSheâll kill you.â Harry corrected her, âThose long ass nails arenât coming anywhere near me.â
Lavender stared at him with pure anger radiating from her. He looked so fucking uninterested. His eyes were a little hooded, his jaw clenching with each bite on the gum he no doubt had between his teeth. Harry was always fucking chewing gum. His jaw flexed every time he spoke and it just made her want to claw his fucking eyes out.
He wore a button-up that showed off some of his tattoos, the cross pendant glimmering in the sunlight shining through the large windows as he turned, running a hand through his chestnut curls. He did that thing where he twisted the top part a little bit around his finger, as if hoping itâd stay like that once he let go. His bouncy hair had a mind of its own though and especially today, that one curl continued falling over his forehead no matter how often he pushed it away.
âSo if we move those tables.â Lavender sighed, âThereâs more room for the band without making the dancefloor smaller.â
âBut wonât the tables be too close together?â Harry argued. Lavender tilted her head to the side, âWeâll try. Câmon, help me move that table.â
Harry didnât seem to jump with joy at the idea but did as she asked nonetheless, moving one of the round tables to sit a little closer to the other.
âSo if you sit here, and I sit here.â Lavender pulled back one of the chairs, her back facing Harryâs back who was at the table they just moved, âThatâs fine, right?â
He glanced over his shoulder, the backs of their chairs almost touching, âMhm. But if I need a weeâŚâ He made it a point to scrape his chair back to get up, harshly bumping into the back of Lavenderâs head whoâs chair scooted up from the sole force he used. She yelped slightly, the cutlery on the table cluttering as Harry bit his lip to stifle his giggle.
Lavender glared at him, âLetâs hope everyoneâs polite enough to not need a fucking wee in the middle of dinner then.â
âRight. Sorry, forgot Serena is the queen.â Harry rolled his eyes and got up, pushing the chair back underneath the table. Lavender got up too, âI just want the day to be perfect for her.â
âLav, thereâs bound to be mishaps. No wedding is perfect.â Harry shrugged and Lavender huffed, âWell, Serena wants it to be and I have to task to make sure it is. Howâs Tristan, by the way?â
Harry pressed his lips together, keeping his eyes low, âHeâs â uh⌠Yeah, âm trying to convince him to blow the entire thing off.â
âWhat?!â Lavender squeaked and Harry hummed. Lavender took a step closer to him, âY-Youâre kidding me, right?â
âDefinitely not. I donât want those two to get married, Lav. Sheâs ruining him.â
âHarry.â She shoved at his shoulder in pure shock and he stumbled back a bit with a sputtering laugh, âWhat are y-â
âTell me youâre fucking joking!â Lavender spoke in a shrill voice, âY- What the fuck?! Youâre trying to ruin this entire wedding?â
Harry chuckled and shook his head, âDonât get your panties in a knot, princess. Heâs not gonna back out, heâs too much of a wimp for that. But if he does,â His hand curled around her wrist of the hand that was still on his shoulder and he pushed her back, âIâll find a way to blame it on you.â He teased.
âGod â I fucking hate you.â Lavender seethed, âYouâd really stand in the way of their happiness?!â
âHappiness?â Harry let out a humourless laugh as he took a step closer to Lavender, âDo you think theyâre happy?â
âYes.â She bit.
Harry arched up an eyebrow and took another step closer, Lavender taking one back until she bumped into one of the chairs. Harry was right in front of her, grabbing her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, âLook me in the eye,â he said, Lavender breathing in the spearmint on his breath as he dropped his eyes to her parted lips for a moment, âlook me in the eye and tell me you think theyâre happy.â
Lavender swallowed and mustered up the courage to stare into the dark green of Harryâs eyes, âTheyâre happy.â She spoke. The corner of his lip turned up into a small smile, âYou hesitated, Lav.â He tutted.
âDid not.â She shook her head out of his grip, âNow step back and letâs continue.â
âYou should really be less tense.â Harry ignored her previous words, âI mean, I know Tristan chose to fuck your friend over you, but Iâm sure we can find you someone at the wedding.âÂ
Lavender pushed at his chest and Harry stumbled back again, seeing the angry and hurt look on Lavenderâs face. He sighed out while smiling, rolling his eyes, âLav, I was joking.â
âYouâre not fucking funny.â She fumed, âLetâs just continue so I can get the fuck out of here. Iâm this close to knocking your teeth out.â She was shaking in anger. Lavender angrily stepped up to the dance floor and looked around, âThis is big enough, isnât it?â
Harry trailed behind a little, âWell, theyâve got a whole routine down with a bunch of steps, so I donât know. If thereâs people watching on the sidelines, it might be a tight squeeze. Serena wouldnât hesitate to knock someone out if they block her dancing.â
âI hope thatâs you.â Lavender muttered before she put her hands on her hips, âWell, we canât move any more tables, I think. And the band needs to go there.â She pointed to the side.
Harry shrugged, âItâll be fine. Just relax.â
âYeah, thanks.â Lavender sneered, âThat fixed me.â
Harry rolled his eyes, leaning against one of the tables, âAre you always this fucking uptight? Jesus Christ. No wonder Serenaâs such a bitch if she keeps hanging out with you.â
âWell, youâre a coward!â Lavender shouted back. Harry glared at her, âWhat did you just fucking call me?â
âA coward.â Lavender hissed, taking a step towards him again. Harry clenched his jaw, âPrincess, Iâd stay there if I were you.â
âOh yeah?â Lavender taunted, âWhat are you fucking going to do about it, hm? Cry in a corner, like youâve been doing for the past six months because your best friend is moving on and taking big steps in his relationships â which youâre way too immature for? Youâre just fucking jealous.â
Harryâs hand reached out to grab her chin again, harshly holding her in place, âShut up.â He hissed.
Lavender felt the pain in her face but hardly cared, even having to fight her smirk, âHit a nerve, did I? âS not my fault youâre not even half the man Tristan is. Youâre a fucking child, but itâs very low that youâd stand in the way of your friendâs happiness.â
Harryâs jaw ticked, âFlattery wonât get you anywhere, Lav. Heâs not here. Still hoping heâd drop Serena for you?â His eyes then darted over her figure, âWho would⌠Seems like he made the right choice. Youâre both fucking insufferable but at least sheâs hot.â
âFuck you.â Lavender shoved at his shoulders and Harry took a few steps back. Lavender was panting, everything in her stance screaming that she was ready to actually murder him. Her shoulders were trembling and she turned around briskly to not let him see the tears in her eyes.
âGet out.â Lavender spoke, snatching the key from the table. Harry huffed, âThereâs way more we need to check here, Lav.â
She shook her head, âI donât care. Get out.â
âSeriously? Oh come on, y-â
âHarry, get the fuck out.â She hissed. He didnât budge and raise his brows before sputtering out a chuckle, âFuck, youâre so sensitive.â He complained, âAnd then you call me a child.â
âFine. You lock up then.â She threw the key at him and turned around, walking out. Harry watched her swaying hips and the bounce in her red curls as Lavender stormed out of the wedding venue. She didnât seem to mind that it rained, perhaps it dosed some of the angry fire lit within.
He chuckled to himself and took his time locking up. By the time he got to his car, hers was already gone. He shifted in the car seat, running a hand through his slightly wet hair before looking down to the bulge in his pants. He exhaled shakily and shook his head, âNope. Not doing that again.â He forced his mind to go anywhere but the angry glare in Lavenderâs warm eyes as she cursed him out.
Harry disliked her tremendously, but playing with her was fun. Dare he say it was the highlight of his life these days. Lavender made fun of it, but he actually was pretty heartbroken in losing his best friend. He knew Tristan would disappear the second he married Selena. Sheâd get her manicured claws all over him and keep him at bay, and Harry would be without his best bud.
Lav called him childish, he preferred calling it adapting. And so he put all his anger and stubbornness into arguing with Lavender. She was an easy target, riled up so quickly if he undermined her or went against her schedule surrounding this wedding. Harry secretly enjoyed it, and so did his body.
His cheeks turned red when he remembered the last time they had a heated fight like this. She stormed out the same way after they planned to meet up in his apartment to go over a few things. The picture frames on the walls rattled as Lavender had slammed his door shut on her way out. Only a minute later, Harry laid blissed on his bed with his hands in his boxers and his hand wrapped around his wet, hard cock.Â
He imagined angry, fast and rough sex. He imagined her red hair wrapped around his fist, her eyes tearing and rolling back as he got her off. He imagined how quickly heâd be able to get her off. He imagined how sheâd taste and if she was as feisty in bed as with her words. He imagined her mouth being good for far more than just pissing him off.Â
He imagined shutting her up and fucking her so hard she couldnât walk.Â
Who was he kidding earlier, of course she was hot. Beautiful, actually. And she was right when calling him a coward. Itâs why it stung so bad, Harry thought he was hiding that better.Â
Harry didnât see her again until the rehearsal dinner, two days before the wedding. He ended up giving into her idea and doing a little interlude in the reception where theyâd play a game with Serena and Tristan to check how well they knew each other, as well as show some embarrassing pictures of their childhoods and predict what their kids would look like.
He laid eyes on a visibly tired Lavender. Her red hair was curly and untamed, yet she tried with a claw clip at the back of her head. Just a few little strands of curls came out to frame her face. She wore white linen pants and a dark blue crop top, her hands holding a bunch of bags. Serena trailed behind her in a tight dress, smiling and waving at everyone.Â
âHey, mate.â Tristan widely smiled at him as he gave him a hug. Harry hugged him back, âHey. How was the drive?â
Tristan ran a hand through his blonde hair and sat down, âGood, it was fine. Serena and Lav were talking a bunch about dresses and I sort of zoned out.â He chuckled, âHave you been here long?â
Harry shook his head, âNo, like thirty minutes. Itâs only my first drink.â He smirked. Tristan hummed and stared at the glass of scotch in Harryâs hand, âOrder me one of those, âm gonna bring our stuff to the room.â
âWill do!â Harry called as Tristan walked off to head into the direction of the hotel rooms. The close friends and family were staying here for tonight, tomorrow and then on Sunday was the wedding. Harry had left work a little early today to drive up here by himself, needing the time to think a little.Â
Mostly think of how heâd stay away from Lavender. Option one was not drinking anything and staying sober to keep a clear mind â hoping she did the same â so he could avoid her. Option two was simply finding someone else to obsess over the next few days and to sleep with.
He had these thoughts as he sat with an alcoholic drink in his hand, and the second option was out the window the moment she walked into the bar. She was dressed in the same clothes as before but had no bags on her hands. Harryâs eyes followed her as she stood at the bar, âA cup of coffee, please.â Her voice sounded raspy.
Harry took a sip of scotch, âHey.â He spoke. Lavender glanced at him over her shoulder, âHi.â She shortly responded.
His eyes lingered on the curve of her waist before he tore his eyes away. He desperately stared at the entrance door, hoping some hot piece would walk in and heâd be more attracted to her than to Lavender.
She cupped her hands around the steaming cup of coffee and scanned the bar for a free seat until Harry cleared his throat, âYou can sit here.â
âFine. As long as you donât talk to me.â Lavender grumbled, sitting down. Harry sloshed the drink around in his glass as he leaned to the side in the comfortable seat, âYou look tired.â
Lavender burned her tongue on her coffee and ignored him. Harry stared at her for a moment, âBy the way, can you come by my room later f-â
âHarry, I swear to god â if youâre going to keep talking Iâm going to sit somewhere else.â Lavender sighed. He flicked his eyes up to see her tired gaze and huffed out a chuckle, âReally? Where? Think Iâm your best bet here, baby.â
She scrunched up her nose, âEw. Donât call me that.â And then Lavender glanced around the space to find an empty seat. Harry smiled in amusement, âHow about there? Tristanâs younger brother and his mates. Iâm sure theyâd be thrilled to have you in their circle.â He teased.
Lavender saw the twenty-one year old group of frat boys hanging around and drinking beers. Tristan was near a decade older than his brother and Lavender quickly decided it wasnât a good idea.Â
âOr there? Serenaâs mother seems like a delight.â Harry mocked and Lavender huffed, âIf you hate Serena, youâre going to want to kill her mother. And Iâm not going to sit there because she doesnât like me either.â She shot Harry a fake smile, âLook at that, Iâm surrounded by people who hate me.â
She took another sip and sighed, âIâm just going to go have this in my room.â
âHey, stop by later.â Harry spoke again, âWe need to go over our speeches so we donât mention the exact same stuff.â
âWhat room are you in?â Lavender got up. Harry fought his smirk, â302.â
âAlright. Iâll stop by on my way to Serenaâs room for the dinner party.â
He nodded, âOkay. See you.â
Lavender didnât say anything but simply left. Harry downed the rest of his drink and ordered another, feeling like he truly needed alcohol to get through this night.
He was half dressed for the rehearsal dinner when someone knocked the door. With just his slacks on, he took a look at himself in the mirror and flexed his muscles once before going to open the door. Lavender was in a dark red mini dress, clinging to her curves. The neckline was high and her hair was up, a row of simple gold hoops in her ear.
In her hands, she held a creamy dress which Harry suspected belonged to Serena. Lavender closed her eyes and exhaled a breath, âCan you put on a goddamn shirt?â
âWhy?â Harry smirked, âAre my abs turning you dizzy?â
Lavender rolled her eyes, âLook, I have my speech here.â She strode into the room, her hips swaying from the height of her heels. She wore a little bit of make-up but not enough to hide the freckles on the bridge of her nose. Harry slipped on a white button-up shirt and took the folded up paper from Lavenderâs hand, who went to sit down on his bed.
Harry sat on the chair by the desk to read over her speech, but frowned halfway through, âLav, this is boring as fuck.â
âWhat?â She frowned, âNo, itâs not. Itâs⌠well â itâs what Serena wanted.â
Harry flicked his eyes up, âShe gave you pointers for your speech?â
âYes.â Lavender shrugged and Harry huffed out a chuckle, âWell, donât think we need to worry about our speeches being too similar. Mineâs nothing like this.â
âCan I read it?â
âSure.â Harry took some pieces of paper and handed them to Lavender, who cleared her throat as she straightened it out, âYour handwriting is shit.â
âShut up.â He mumbled, continuing to read hers.
Lavender exhaled a short breath, âHarry⌠The start of your speech is literally how Tristan went on a date with me first and then went for Serena.â
âYeah. Thatâs what happened, isnât it? Itâs funny.â
âFor once, I agree with you.â Lavender humourlessly chuckled, âI thought itâd be funnier though if I mentioned it, a matter of not making myself look like a complete fool. But Serena didnât want me to mention it so I scrapped it.â
âWell, Tris didnât ask me to scrap it so Iâm leaving it in.â Harry simply shrugged. Lavender pressed her lips together and continued reading, feeling her cheeks flush with each passing second, âHarry, this speech is⌠I mean, Serenaâs going to kill you.â
He snorted, âItâs funny. Yours is fucking boring.â
Lavender got up her feet, âItâs not boring. Itâs â itâs clean.â
âItâs safe. Forgettable.â
She rolled her eyes and put Harryâs speech back where he had pulled it from, âWell thanks.â
âI mean, freedom of speech right? If Serena didnât want you to write your own speech, she shouldnât have chosen you as a maid of honour.â
Lavender headed for the door, âWow, youâre full of compliments today.â She sarcastically spoke. Harry got up too, following her to the door, âHey, âm fucking trying to back you up here.â
âWell donât.â She bit.
âWhy not?!â
âBecause youâre a fucking asshole anyway a- ow!â Lavender yelped in pain when Harryâs slamming door hit her right in the face. Pain flared through her body as Lavender stumbled back, âWhat the f- you motherfucker!â She yelled.
Harry quickly yanked the door open again, âShit! Oh my god â shit, I-I thought you were further away.â He stammered in apology, seeing Lavender with one hand cupping her nose. His eyes went even wider when he saw blood seeping from between her fingers.
âThe dress!â Lavender shouted, biting back a wince. Harry was too late when he saw blood drops staining the creamy shade of Serenaâs rehearsal dinner dress, snatching it out of Lavenderâs hand a split second too late. He threw it into his room behind him, rushing over to Lavender who stood bent over cupping her face.
âHey â shit, shh.â He grabbed her shoulders, âStand up for me, are you dizzy?â He helped a trembling Lavender to stand up straight. Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to blink, losing her footing a little bit. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up, âShh, shh, itâs okay. Holy shit.â He pulled her into his room.
âWhy did you do that?!â She winced, trusting Harry to not drop her before he sat her down on the side of his bed again. Harry crouched down in front of her, âI-I honestly thought you were further away, I didnât think the door would hit you.â
âYou fucking idiot.â Lavender hissed, her fingers curling into the bedding as she tried to deal with the pain. Harry exhaled, âI know â I fucking know. Câmon, let me have a look.â
âI know youâre a nurse and all but I really think I should go to a doctor. H-Howâs Serenaâs dress?âÂ
âShut up.â Harry mumbled, pulling at her hand to expose her face. Blood covered her entirely and Harry quickly grabbed some tissues to stop the stream from running down her throat and staining the dress she was wearing too. His free hand was on her bare knee and he squeezed gently, âOkay, okay, lean back a little.â
âGod â fucking hell, Harry.â Lavender groaned, doing as he said.Â
Harry wiped the tissues over her face to clean up the blood and get a better view. He squinted slightly, âYour nose isnât crooked. I donât think itâs broken.â
âFucking feels like it.â
âCan you scrunch?â Harry questioned, tapping one of her nostrils a little and Lavender took a breath through her mouth before scrunching her nose, âYeah.â She breathed. Harry hummed, âOkay, thatâs good. âM gonna try a slight pinch, okay?â
âW-Wait.â Lavender held his wrist that was moving up to pinch her nose. Her eyes were closed as she breathed quickly and then nodded, âYeah, okay.â
Harry squeezed her knee again and carefully pinched the bridge of her nose, âHowâs that feel?â
âItâs â Itâs okay.â Lavender croaked. Harry nodded, âOkay, definitely not broken. Thatâs good. Shit, âm so sorry, Lav. Let me get something to clean you up.â
âHowâs Serenaâs dress?â She questioned again and Harry took a quick glance at the dress that he hastily threw on the floor on his way to the bathroom, âItâs â uh, itâs got some drops on it. Perhaps we can wash it out?â
He didnât wait for Lavenderâs response as he brought a wet towel back to her to start cleaning off the blood. Lavender sniffled a little, âCan you hand me some tissues? I need to stop this bleeding.â She held out her hand and Harry nodded, handing her a few as she rolled them up and stuck them up her nose for a bit.
Lavenderâs neck strained from the position but the second she sat up normally again, she felt completely dizzy, âOh â shit.â She mumbled. Harry sat next to her on the bed, dropping the towel again to wrap his arms around her to hold her up, âEasy.â He murmured, âDâyou feel okay? Fuck, I feel so bad.â
âYou should.â Lavender sighed, rubbing her temple, âI-I need to go shower, Iâm going to be late.â
âNo, Iâll just wipe off the blood.â
âI need to re-apply my make-up a-and figure out a way to fix this dress. Fuck â the dress.â She felt a pit of dread in her stomach and Harry sighed, âFuck the dress, âs not important right now.â
Lavender pressed her lips together as Harry continued to clean up her face. He was close to her and she smelled his cologne as he had a concentrated look on his face, âYour nose is a bit swollen but nothing too bad. And you have a small cut in your brow.â
âWhat?â
âYeah, but itâs not bleeding much. Wonât scar either.â
Lavender didnât say much but just sighed out as Harry cleaned up her face. âThere you go. All good.â
Lavender opened her eyes and sighed out, âThanks. Fuck, I canât believe you threw a door in my face.â
âReally didnât mean to, I promise.â Harry spoke with remorse in his voice. He dropped the bloodied towel on the floor and Lavenderâs eyes glanced to his white shirt, âYouâve got blood on your shirt.â
ââS fine.â He shrugged, âItâs a cool story for the party tonight, yâknow? People are going to come ask me about it.â
âJust a headâs up that girls donât fall for that.â
âDamn, my entire strategy to shit.â
Lavenderâs lip twitched up in a small smile but it dropped when her phone rang and it was Serena. She got up her feet, Harry quickly following along as she wobbled a bit and pulled the bloodied bits of tissue out of her nose as she felt like the bleeding had stopped. âIâm gonna go see Serena.â Lavender sighed, picking the stained dress off of the floor.
âOh, Iâm coming along, I donât want to miss this.â Harry teased, âSerenaâs gonna lose her marbles.â
âPlease let her know itâs your fault.â Lavender sighed. Harry chuckled, âI will. Oh, this is gonna be so good.â
Lavender was less excited than he was when they walked the halls together. Her head still pounded and she tasted blood in her mouth. Her make-up was wiped off but she hardly cared. Her heart pounded, awaiting Serenaâs reaction.Â
When Lavender knocked on the door of Serena and Tristanâs door, she heard hurried footsteps before the door got yanked open, âWhere the hell have you been?!â Serena shrieked, âWeâre already late!â
She was in a robe with perfect hair and make-up done. Lavender held her breath and glanced at Harry, who kept his mouth shut. He actually felt a little amused at the pure panic in Serenaâs eyes. He noticed Lavender shifting a little uncomfortably on her feet, âSomething happened â uh⌠my nose was bleeding a-and the bloodâŚâ
âLavâŚâ Serenaâs voice took a low tone as she seemingly already knew what was about to be said. Lavender swallowed and sheepishly held out the dress, âThe blood got on your dress. I-Iâm so sorry.â
Serenaâs eyes widened and Harry fought his laughter at the shock on her face when she saw the blood contrasting the creamy shade of her gown for the night.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Tristan was fiddling with his tie as he joined the group of four. Harry cleared his throat but Serena beat him to it, âWhat happenedâŚâ her voice trembled in anger, âwas that my idiot of a maid of honour ruined my dress.â
Harryâs smile quickly disappeared when he realized how real and mean the anger of Serena actually was. He glanced to see Lavender, who had her eyes low. Serena angrily snatched the dress out of her hands and threw it on the floor, âAre you fucking kidding me?! Do you want to see me fail or something? Do you hate me?!â
Lavender pressed her lips together, âNo, S⌠Of course not.â She tried but Serena hardly seemed to listen, âYou have been doing every fucking thing to undermine me! Not to mention you ogle my fiancĂŠ every chance you get!â
Harryâs eyes widened and Lavender opened her mouth but Serena held up her finger, âDonât fucking speak right now.â She snapped, âYouâre a fucking mess! You canât do anything right!â
Lavender shrunk and tensed and Harry huffed out a breath, âLook, itâs my fault, okay? Lav didnât do it on purpose.â
âOh, itâs never her fault.â Serena bit, her face red as she kept her eyes on Lavender, âAlways the same excuse, but youâre just trying to steal my fucking thunder!â
Harry went to open his mouth but Serena glared at him and he quickly shut it again, taking a step back.
âSerena,â Tristan grabbed her hip from behind, âyou have other dresses with you, just wear one of those.â Even he seemed scared of her.
âThatâs not what itâs about!â Serena yelled, directing her anger back at Lavender and pointing her finger at her, âYou always fucking ruin everything!â She screamed before turning around and storming off into the bathroom.
Lavender stood there with wide eyes and tense shoulders. Tristan lowered his eyes and Harry sighed out a sharp breath, âThanks for nothing, Tris.â He muttered.
âNo, thank you for nothing.â Lavender mumbled, flicking her eyes to Harry, âWas that your big defence? Taking the blame? I barely heard you.â
He frowned, âLav, I d-â
âSave it.â She exhaled, turning around to head back to her room. Harry didnât follow her. As Lavender walked the halls, her bottom lip trembled. Her head still pounded from the blow, but the anger she felt towards Harry for being such an idiot was overpowered by an extreme sadness and feeling of anxiety. Serena blew up quickly, and Lavender knew it. But this was on a different level.
She could hardly blame her and had to keep Serenaâs upbringing in mind â but she had literally been screaming in her face for a dress. If it wouldâve been her actual wedding dress, maybe Lavender wouldâve understood. But it was a dress for a rehearsal dinner and she had four others with her.Â
Lavender felt the tears in her eyes and jammed her key card into the door of her hotel room so she could cry without any of the wedding guests seeing her. Once inside, she sobbed loudly.Â
Serena didnât know this â or actually she did â but Lavender grew up in a shouting household. Her parents did nothing but yell. At her, at each other. Lavender had craved silence and stability all her life and she had gotten none of it so far.
Friendships that came and went with toxic people. She found those toxic people in relationships too, letting her partners drag her down all the time until she felt insignificant. But Lavender was a stayer and not a leaver. It hardly mattered how shitty people treated her, she tried to find a way to stay and see the best in them. Everyone had a good side, but some people had a far worse bad side than others did.
Lavender didnât talk about her childhood easily, mostly because she felt traumatized by something she found hard to explain. She was never short on anything and her parents were still together to this day, but the yelling. God, the endless yelling. Lavender couldnât wait to move out and live by herself and be in the quiet. And perhaps because of that, she wasnât a yeller.
And Serena screaming in her face pained her more than she cared to admit. Her body had a physical reaction to it, and Lavender was shaking and gasping in the room as she walked around a little bit. She went into the bathroom to splash some water in her face, inspecting the cut in her forehead and taking a painkiller for her headache. Her nose wasnât even all that swollen, and she blew it a few times to get rid of all the blood.
By the time she had laid in bed for a moment, she felt calmer.
And Lavender honestly wasnât sure what to do. Her anger and sadness made place for that people-pleasing part of her who just couldnât imagine missing out on her best friendâs wedding â no matter how shitty she treated her.
So Lavender redid her make-up and fixed her dress before putting on a brave face and heading back downstairs.
The dinner hadnât formally began yet and Lavender kept her eyes low when she entered the room. She went straight to the bar to order a glass of champagne, hardly standing there for all of two seconds before she felt a presence next to her.
âLav ââ She heard Harryâs voice and turned her head to the side, a boring look on her face, âWhat?â
âLook, âm sorry, okay?â Harry had a look of sorrow in his eyes. For the past thirty minutes he had contemplated going up to Lavenderâs room to apologize thoroughly. Instead of doing that, he had to stay with Tristan and listened as he complained about Serenaâs temper. Apparently tensions were running high the days before their wedding. Harry had a flicker of hope that perhaps this entire thing would fall through.
Lavender accepted her glass of champagne, âGood for you. But I got screamed at and you didnât.â She was about to turn around but Harry grabbed her arm, âStop, come on⌠I-I didnât think sheâd react like that. Why are you friends with her anyway? Sheâs horrible to you.â He sighed, âHow can I make it up?â
âI told you before,â Lavender hissed, âsave it. Weâre not friends.â She shrugged her arm out of his grip and went to find Serena to apologize to her again. She spotted her easily, wearing a dark green dress instead of a cream one. She looked gorgeous and radiant as usual and her eyes softened when she laid eyes Lavender.
They only spoke for about a minute. Serena didnât have too much time on a night like tonight. She apologized to Lavender for shouting and they hugged, and then it was all good. Lavender sat down at the table with her champagne, the chair next to her scraping back as Harry also took his seat.Â
She shifted in her chair and flicked her eyes over to him, âWhy are you sitting next to me?â She whispered.
âBecause I want to apologize.â He spoke in an equally hushed whisper. Lavender rolled her eyes, âStop. Go sit with Tristan.â
âNo. Iâm going to sit right here until you forgive me.â
âWell, good luck.â Lavender took another sip and then focussed her attention on Tristanâs father who was giving a little speech. Harry stared at her side profile, Lavender very clearly avoiding him. Throughout dinner she didnât pay him any attention. She sat turned to the side to chat with the other bridesmaids while Harry was stuck next to Serenaâs father.
They sipped some wine as Lavender tried her best to avoid him. Harryâs chair was close to hers and she jumped up in pure surprise when suddenly feeling his thumb on her thigh. âLav.â He whispered. She zoned out of her conversation with Brit and tried to ignore Harry, crossing her legs over one another as she nodded and hummed at whatever Brit was saying.
âLav.â Harry whispered again.
Lavenderâs hand trembled as she took another sip of her red wine and shifted a little more until the entirety of Harryâs palm was on her thigh.Â
âWill you stop touching me?â She hissed suddenly, scraping her chair back. She turned her head sharply and Harryâs brows raised, a small, amused smile on his lips as he retrieved his hand, âYou wouldnât listen.â
âBecause I donât want to talk to you. Leave me alone.â
Harry puckered his lips, âYouâre talking to me right now.â
âIâm not. Iâm telling you I donât want to talk to you.â Lavender gritted through her teeth.
Harry continued smirking, âYâknow, at the wedding, weâre also sitting next to one another.â
Lavender blinked at him, âNo, weâre not.â
âWe are.â Harry smirked, âI asked Tristan to change the seating chart.â He held up his phone, showing the text messages between him and Tristan and Lavender hardly looked at it, âWhy.â
âBecauseâŚâ Harry shrugged, âI want you to forgive me.â
âI donât like you.âÂ
âYou will.â
âGod â Harry,â Lavender rolled her eyes, âYou hate me as much as I hate you.â
âSo just tell me you forgive me.â He shrugged. Lavender narrowed her eyes, âYou almost broke my nose.â
âAlmost.â Harry held up his finger and Lavender scoffed, âJust leave me alone.â
She turned around again to send Brit a smile, âSorry, please continue.â
Once they were all gone from the tables, Harry mingled a little with Tristanâs family. He knew them ever since he was little and spent a long time talking to his mum.
âSo Harry,â She flicked some dust off of his shoulder, âdidnât you bring a date?â
He flashed her a charming smile, âIâm not really the dating type, Andrea.â He chuckled. She took a sip of her wine, âMaybe not, but isnât it the hype now to bring a date to a wedding? Girlfriend or not?â She checked and Harry raised one of his shoulders, âNah. I like toâŚâ he puckered his lips, âscope my surroundings.â
Andrea chuckled at the cheekiness she knew so well, âSo youâre going to hook up with someone?â
âAndrea.â Harry threw his head back in a laugh and shook his head, âLetâs just see what happens.â
She glanced around the room, âAnyone youâve got your eyes on? Isnât it a clichĂŠ that the best man hooks up with one of the bridesmaids?â
He followed her gaze to where the bridesmaids were chattering together, one of them being Lavender. The music had gotten louder the past thirty minutes and her hips were softly swaying, a beer in her hand now.
He checked her out thoroughly, scanning the length of her body and the tight dress hugging her figure. The nip in her waist and the width of her hips, the length of her legs and how smooth her skin looked. The dark red looked outstanding on her and Harry wondered why he had never looked at her like this before.
Maybe because he had never before wanted her attention.
He honestly did feel bad about how the evening had gone. Witnessing Serena in all her anger, he realized how tough it had been for Lavender these past few months â basically planning the wedding. Lavender was nice enough to work around Harryâs schedule. As a hospital nurse, he had night shifts and evening shifts all the time, yet she adapted easily.
And he nearly fucking broke her nose. It was a hundred percent his fault that dress had been ruined, but when he heard whatever Serena yelled at Lavender, he had just been frozen. Like⌠paralyzed. He thought itâd be funny to watch Serena throw a fit, but it was beyond extent. He was surprised at her outburst to say the least, so surprised he could hardly speak.
And now he wanted to apologize, and he wanted Lavender to forgive him.Â
Any other time, heâd stay as far away from her as possible. They never had anything to talk about and were at each otherâs throat, but now he was grovelling.
He knew she didnât like him, but he needed her to forgive him just for this.
He threw the remainder of his scotch down his throat and excused himself when he noticed Lavender heading towards the restrooms. He put his empty glass down and tucked his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, following after her.
Once in the restrooms, he didnât hesitate opening the doors to the ladies rooms. Lavender was at the sinks, staring back at him through the mirror with a tube of lipstick in her hand.
Harry stayed by the door, shortly glancing around until he realized they were alone.
âThis is the ladies room.â Lavender spoke.
âI know. Dâyou need to pee?â Harry checked.
âIâm touching up my lipstick.â
He walked over to her until he stood behind her, âReally? âS a shame. Iâm just going to ruin it again.âÂ
Lavenderâs lipstick dropped to the floor when Harry abruptly grabbed her hips and spun her around, holding her around her waist and dipping his head. Their lips brushed together and Lavenderâs eyes widened, immediately shoving against his shoulders, âHarry!â She yelped, âWhat the fuck?!â
He stumbled back, breathless. Lavender frowned deeply as she grabbed the sink behind her. The tension was thick between them, and Lavender didnât even know why she did it. She pushed herself off the counter, leaving her stuff by the sink as she lunged at Harry and wrapped her arms around him. âFuck it.â She breathed, crashing their lips together.
He smirked against her lips, immediately responding by holding onto her waist. One hand immediately reached for her ass to pull her into him. He stumbled back with Lavender in his arms, bumping into the mirrored wall behind him. She moaned into his mouth, tasting alcohol on his lips as he engulfed her and pulled her tightly into his chest.
He felt warm. Firm. And Lavender was blinded by lust. Harry was the last man she ever considered being attracted to. Sheâd always found him hot, from meeting him the first time even. But then his personality showed and she was turned off immediately. Now, she couldnât even remember why she disliked him in the first place.
Harry turned them around again, pushing Lavender into the wall. His tongue wiggled between her lips, bringing one hand up to cup her jaw and hold her in place. His hips pushed forward to trap her, and he felt himself shuddering as Lavender ran her fingers through the back of his hair, pulling him in further as she arched.
She tasted delicious, red wine on her tongue as Harry used his thumb to push her jaw down and allow him more room to dominate the kiss.Â
Lavender didnât have a single thought. Harryâs warm body encaged her, his cologne overwhelmed her and his lips devoured her. She felt dizzy in the best way and her entire body felt on fire, overcome with a sudden lust for a man she used to despise. God he was a skilled kisser.
âForgive me?â He panted against her lips. Lavender groaned in protest and managed to shake her head before they were caught in another make-out session, âNo.â She breathed into his mouth. Harry dug his fingers into her hip and let his other hand slip to her thigh too. Without breaking the kiss, his fingers hiked up Lavenderâs tight dress until it sat around her hips, revealing the white lace thong she wore underneath.
Harry sponged kisses over her jaw as he caught his breath and Lavender turned her head to the side to see the entrance door of the womenâs bathrooms. Her heart hammered in her chest, âH-Harry, the door.â She gasped as he slipped a hand between her legs. Lavenderâs head thudded against the mirror behind her as she trembled, his fingers pressing into her nerves through her thong.
Her fingers involuntary tightened in his hair when he teased her through the underwear, âSomeone can walk in.â She stuttered out between shaky breaths and Harry hummed, sucking softly below her ear, âLet them.â He then kissed her again.Â
One hand steady on her hip, the other between her thighs. Lavender squirmed and he smirked, knowing fully well what he was doing to her. Harry was throbbing in his pants and as he went to sponge kisses over Lavenderâs shoulder, he glanced down to see the angelic white on her body.
Lavender was slender and shaped beautifully, and Harry bit his lip, watching as his fingers disappeared into the waistband of her thong as he flattened his hand against her tummy. Right as his fingertips grazed her bare clit, he flicked his eyes back up to stare into Lavenderâs.
Her jaw clenched in sensitivity when Harry let two fingertips rest on her budding pearl, drawing the softest, smallest circles. Lavender was tingling, desperately grabbing his hair until she was sure she was hurting his scalp. But Harry only smirked wickedly, enjoying tremendously what he was putting Lavender through.
âForgive me?â He whispered again, lips brushing over one another. She shook her head, âN-No. Asshole.â
Harry grunted before the two fingers he has used to toy with her clit, slipped lower through her wet slit. Lavender coated his digits immediately in her slick arousal as he spread her pussy lips to work her up. His jaw dropped at the feeling, warm, gooey excitement making the glide easy.
Lavender was panting, her head against the mirror as she checked the door every once in a while. Literally anyone could walk in at any time and see this. Her dress up her hips and Harryâs hand in her underwear. Harry, of all people.Â
âLook at that,â He cooed teasingly as he dipped the tip of his finger inside of her and Lavender shuddered slightly, âthis asshole is about to get you off in less than a minute, get you creaming all over my fingers.â
Lavender pressed her lips together as she tried to hold onto her composure, but her brain was short-circuiting when Harry pushed his finger in a little further, eagerly checking her reactions. She tried to seem unfazed but he could see the rounding of her eyes and the tremble in her bottom lip. Harryâs lip curled up into a half-smirk as he curled his finger up. Lavenderâs shoulders tensed and her lips parted wider, inhaling a strangled gasp.
âThere we go.â Harry whispered, âLet me tell you how sorry I am, hm?â
Lavenderâs heart beat violently as Harry tortured her with one of his long fingers, brushing into her swollen g-spot over and over again to only get her wetter. It was near embarrassing. âI h-hate you.â She managed to croak out.
âYeah?â
Lavenderâs eyes rolled back and she bit her lip hard to stifle a moan when he added a second finger. Harry narrowed his eyes, zeroing in on the way a flush rose up her chest and throat as Lavender fought so hard not to let the pleasure consume her. Harry chuckled out arrogantly when he felt her clenching around his two fingers. She was so fucking warm and wet and his mouth watered, imagining what sheâd taste like.
âStill hate me?â Harry checked cockily as he pulled his fingers out halfway and thrusted back in. Lavender jolted up with a stifled whimper, her bottom lip turning white from how harshly she was biting down on it. Her chest heaved up and down as Harry had her in the palm of his hand.
âLav,â He crooned, âanswer me. Still hate me?â
âUh-h-huh.â She moaned out. Harry chuckled and pressed a kiss to her swollen bottom lip, ââS not very polite when Iâve got my fingers inside you.â He whispered, ââS not very polite when Iâm about to make you cum.â
Lavenderâs eyes glazed over as she managed to shake her head no. Harry smirked wider, âIâm not?â He checked, and Lavender confirmed by shaking her head. Harry nuzzled his nose with her as he put more force into the thrusting motions of his fingers. The palm of his hand rubbed into Lavenderâs clit as her wetness seeped out of her cunt to cover his fingers.
âI beg to differ.â He whispered, âYouâre right there, I can feel it. Câmon, Lav, donât be such a stubborn little bitch.â He hissed the last part, adding a third finger. Lavender cried out in surprise, her eyes bulging as her legs shook. Harryâs eyes blazed fire as his fingers fucked into her and Lavender desperately tried to stave off her orgasm.
It was no use. Harryâs fingers massaged her perfectly and she gasped in a pathetic breath. The smirk returned to his lips, realizing very well he was about to make her cum on his fingers, âFeels so fucking tight.â He whispered against her parted lips, ââM so hard for you, Lav. Wish it was my cock inside your wet cunt.â
Lavender panted harder, shaking on her feet as Harry flicked his eyes between hers, âJust like that,â He urged, âget wet on my fingers, câmon.â He rubbed her g-spot over and over again and Lavender couldnât stop it anymore. Her body shivered as she harshly tugged Harryâs hair. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back, face scrunching up in delight. Harry hardly knew where to look first, the sight in front of him so erotic.
A pink flush rose up Lavenderâs cheeks as she pinched her eyes shut and stuttered out a breathy cry, âGod â Harry.â She whimpered his name in a way it made a shiver run down his spine, his cock twitching in his pants when he felt her wet, sticky release on his fingers. His digits continued to work her through her orgasm as Lavender desperately gasped for oxygen, her brain fried with so much pleasure.
Fuck, she couldnât believe she had just cum on his fingers. Her body slumped against the mirror as Harry wrapped his arm entirely around her waist to steady her. He shushed her gently as her hips trembled, âShh, babyâŚâ He crooned, kissing her chin once, âthatâs good, thatâs so fucking good.â
Lavender blinked as she came back to earth, her eyes focussing on Harry who couldnât help but smirk arrogantly at her wrecked state. Lavender gasped when his fingers slipped out of her gently, Harry shushing her again, ââS okay.â He whispered, something so arrogant about the way he soothed her, knowing full well she was about to whimper in protest of his touch disappearing. He loved it. God, he thrived on it. âNo need to pout.â He added, even though Lavender was a billion percent sure she wasnât fucking pouting.
Her legs felt like spaghetti when Harry brought up his wet fingers to lick them clean, moaning softly at the taste of her. So sweet, resembling honey in the way it stuck to his tongue and hit his tastebuds. He cupped her chin after to press a lingering kiss to her lips.
Without her having to ask, he fixed her underwear a little and tugged her dress down to cover her up. He bumped his nose into hers, âForgive me?â He asked again.
Lavender swallowed and put her hands on his shoulders to nudge him back. Harry did so, allowing her the space to stand up on her own. Lavender smoothed her palms over her dress as she cleared her throat, âNo.âÂ
And with that, she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving Harry flustered and aching in the womenâs bathrooms.
***
Harry watched her the next day, sipping his coffee in silence in the hotel bar. It was a Saturday and the day before the wedding.
She avoided him, so much was clear.
After last night, Lavender felt completely embarrassed and a little frustrated. He was the reason her head hurt all the time. He was the reason she had felt like crap for months in a row, preparing this wedding by herself as he did near nothing to help her. He was the reason Serena lashed out at her and made Lavender cry.
So she gathered herself and stuck around the party for a little longer. She had felt Harryâs eyes burning on her as Lavender flirted with one of the groomsmen and played with a strand of her red hair. She felt his eyes when she drank another glass of red wine. She felt his eyes when she said goodnight to Serena and Tristan and headed up to her room.
He hesitated following after her and finishing what they had started in the bathrooms, but Harry too was slightly flustered. Flustered because Lavender had left him high and dry after he made her cum on his fingers. She rejected him very clearly and he wasnât sure if it was still a game or not.
So he watched her and made mental notes.
Lavender was the girl who woke up early on Saturday morning and went for a run in skimpy shorts and a sportâs bra.
Lavender was the girl who came back from said run about fifty minutes later, hardly looking like she had broken a sweat.
Lavender was the girl who then went up to shower and dressed casually, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt as her red hair was still wet from showering.
Lavender was the kind of girl who ordered black coffee.
Lavender was the kind of girl who sat with her laptop and headphones on, working on a Saturday even if her best friend was getting married the next day.
Lavender was the kind of girl who fucking ignored him as he sat staring at her from across the bar.
For Harry, the day moved too slow. He was stuck with Tristan freaking out about the wedding, rehearsing his vows and his speech about a billion times. Tristan had a dramatic freak-out about the length of his hair and then also the hair in his nose. Harry couldnât wait for it to be Sunday so Tristan could get off his nerves.
For Lavender, the day moved too fast. She was behind in work and couldnât get it done with the way Harry was staring at her from across the room and the memory of her orgasm fresh in her brain. She couldnât face him â she couldnât. Lavender had never been more fucking confused. Harry called her ugly not two weeks ago and it was basically the first time they had an interaction where they werenât yelling at each other.
Instead of yelling, it had been moaning and whimpering. The hair on Lavenderâs arm stood up just thinking about it. The jog that morning hardly cleared her mind and all she could think of was how she was supposed to sit next to him the next day. All day.
The night before the wedding was rather calm. Serena spent the night in Lavenderâs room so her and Tristan could sleep apart and it was filled with plucking her brows, doing a facemask and painting her nails. Lavender kept her mouth shut about Harry and simply nodded and hummed to whatever Serena was talking about.
The morning of the wedding was spent with more preparations and Lavender having to calm Serena down. They took pictures and took hours to get ready, having a little girl-lunch with the bridesmaids. The day itself flew by and before anyone true and well realized it, Serena was waiting at the end of the aisle with Lavender, ready to walk down to her future husband.
âYou look so beautiful.â Lavender smiled gently. Serena was near trembling in anxiety. She exhaled a short breath, âIâm scared Iâm going to trip.â
Lavender shook her head, âJust hold onto your dad.â Her head flicked to the side when the music started. Lavender pressed her lips together and Serena grabbed her hands harder, giving her a nod, âSee you on the other side.â
âI love you.â Lavender pressed a light kiss to her forehead, running her thumb over it after to not leave a lipstick stain. Lavender brushed her hair over her shoulder and smoothed out her lavender dress, grabbing the bouquet of dried flowers sheâd hold to walk down the aisle and wait for Serena at the front.
Lavender took a small breath and glanced at Serena over her shoulder, who was grabbing her fatherâs arm. The doors opened and Lavender was met with rows of people. An officiant was at the front with Tristan and Harry by his side.
Lavender walked the middle of the aisle, the soft music guiding her to the front.
And Harry couldnât tear his fucking eyes away. He was sure he wouldnât blink twice if Serena walked down the aisle in her white dress.
But Lavender looked⌠astonishing.Â
Harryâs throat ran dry when his eyes focussed completely on her. Everyone else fucking vanished when she walked out of the building. The summer sun shone down on her, turning her hair just slightly lighter than the dark red it usually was. It was in gentle waves, cascading down her back. Her make-up was simple as usual, and he could see her freckles. And then the fucking dress â was just made for her.
It made her look like she was the bride and Harry held his breath. It was a slip dress, clinging to the curves of her hips. Those hips he had held when he had brought her to orgasm with his fingers. He softly cleared his throat and blinked twice, watching the way her hips swayed from left to right as she made her way up front.
Lavender shot a small smile at Tristan and then stood opposite Harry to wait for Serena. Her eyes briefly flicked up to Harry and he looked at her like he had seen a ghost. Lavender diverted her eyes away but not before realizing that Harry wore a lavender-shaded tie.Â
Her fingers tightened around the bouquet she was holding at the realization that they matched a little bit in some way. Of course Serena was all about the aesthetic and had paid attention to little details like that.Â
Harry could hardly focus on the ceremony. The officiant had to ask him twice to bring the rings and Lavender bit her lip to stifle her giggle at that. Her eyes were on Serena and Tristan, a soft smile on her lips as she exuded pure happiness for her friend.Â
But Harry wasnât even paying attention to that. He was sure Serena looked pretty. He saw flashes of her dress in the corner of his eye, but he couldnât stop looking at Lavender. And the more he looked at her, the hotter he felt. Harry felt flushed, realizing they had kissed. Realizing he had fingered her. Realizing he had tasted her on his fingers too.
He was a little late in applauding once Serena and Tristan sealed in their marriage with a kiss. After that, things moved quickly. Lavender and Harry were constantly talking to people and dousing little fires in an attempt to make this the perfect day for Serena and Tristan.
It was before dinner that they shared their first conversation.
âThe guy said thereâs something wrong with the beamer.â Harry breathed as he took hold of Lavenderâs forearm. The champagne sloshed around in her glass a bit as her eyes widened, âShit.â She muttered, earning raised brows from Serenaâs grandparents.Â
Harry offered them a polite smile before shortly tugging on Lavenderâs arm to get her away, âCâmon, letâs go have a look.â
Lavender put her feet down as she fought the grip, âWell, canât you just go and figure something out? Iâm not like⌠a tech person or anything.â She shrugged.
Harry clenched his jaw, âLav, letâs just go take a look. Iâm freaking out here.â
âI didnât want this stupid PowerPoint presentation in the first place.â
âFuck, this again?â Harry huffed, âLook, itâs what we decided on, Lavender. We didnât have time to figure anything else out. And why are you bringing that up now?â He hissed through his teeth, in clear panic of the little situation.
Lavender took another sip of champagne, shrugging her shoulders, âBecause I feel like it.â She pulled her arm back when Harry seemingly reached for it again, âYouâve been getting on my nerves throughout the entire planning of this wedding.â
Harry flicked his tongue over his bottom lip as he exhaled a heavy sigh, shaking his head to himself, âYou knowâŚâ He lowered his voice as he shot Lavender a hard glare, âreally thought I fucked that bratty attitude out of you.â
Lavenderâs eyes widened, âYou little s-â
âLav!â Serenaâs voice sounded urgent and Lavender offered Harry a small smile, âOops. Maid of honour duty calls.â
âLav-â Harry gritted but she was already turned around and walking away. Harryâs eyes dropped to her ass and he pressed his lips together, sharply turning around as frustration coursed through his veins.Â
The evening was honestly a rollercoaster. Harry figured out the beamer thing, so the PowerPoint worked as planned. Lavender did most of that, which Harry was grateful for. In turn, he left out the part where Tristan went on a date with her first as he made his speech.Â
Lavender was grateful for that. So when the desert buffet happened and she managed to take the final piece of cheesecake, she instead slid it over to his plate.
Harry swallowed his wine as he glanced at the cheesecake on his plate. His eyes then flicked to Lavender, who glanced back at him from below her lashes.Â
âThis for me?â He questioned.
Lavender softly cleared her throat, âYes. Thank you for altering your speech and not make this embarrassing for me.â
Harry slowly nodded, âThank you for handling the PowerPoint presentation.â
âThank you for fixing the beamer.â
A small smile spread on Harryâs lips, âThank you for coming up with the idea.â
Lavender hid her smile behind her glass but eventually puckered her lips, âLook at us.â
âWho wouldâve thought, hm?â Harry turned a bit more in his chair to face her, his knee bumping into hers, âThat weâd agree on something? Or get along?â
âYou knowâŚâ Lavender flicked her hair over her shoulder and Harry inhaled her perfume, his eyes dropping to the column of her throat and how he had his lips on her the day before. His fingers clenched over the edge of the chair as the memories came to mind.Â
Warm, wet pulsing walls around his fingers. Harry near drooled. Lavender saw the parting of his lips and felt a sense of pride and arrogance washing over her. Harryâs eyes briefly dropped to her chest before Lavender continued, âif you think about it, weâre both just⌠passionate best friends, hm?â
âOf course.â Harry nodded, âWe did this for our best friends.â
âTheyâre very important to us. Tristan to you and Serena to me.â
âObviously.â
Lavender softly smiled, âSee? Agreeing again.â
âMust be something in the wine.â
Her giggle made Harryâs heart flutter and he bit his bottom lip, âPerhaps we were dicks to each other just because weâre such passionate friends.â
Lavender raised her brows, âI donât think I was a dick to you.â
âYou were.â
âI beg to differ.â
Harry tilted his head to the side, âSo you donât think I deserve an apology?â
Lavender smirked while shrugging, âNope. I think I deserve an apology.â
Harryâs skin felt hot, âI tried.â He rasped.
âPerhaps.â Lavender took a sip of wine, âBut I think you can try harder.â
Harry scooted even closer and he even dared to let his hand rest on Lavenderâs knee. The warmth from him made her tingle and her eyes dropped to the touch, swallowing her red wine that stained her lips a shade similar to her hair. Harry gave her knee a soft squeeze, âHow?â He murmured.
Lavender tried to keep the slamming of her heart under control, âFigure it out.â She smiled before turning around again. Harryâs hand slipped off her leg as he watched her turn her shoulder to talk to someone else.
Lavender didnât necessarily know this about him, but the challenge spurred Harry on tremendously. He couldnât keep his eyes off her the remainder of the evening. When Tristan and Serena did their first dance, Harry stared at Lavender who was on the other side of the circle watching them. Lavender held her phone up to videotape them even if there were two professional videographers capturing the moment.
She had a soft smile on her lips and held a beer bottle between two fingers while focussing on the newlyweds. Their eyes met and Lavender tipped the bottle of beer back and continued filming their friends. Harry leaned back against the bar and saw his chance a few minutes later.
The first song.Â
He walked up to her and snatched Lavender before Tristan or anyone else could. His arm slipped around her waist, the slip dress clinging to her curves as Lavender raised her brows at him, âWh ââ
âDance with me.â Harry smirked, grabbing the bottle out of Lavenderâs hand and putting it down somewhere before guiding her hand to his shoulder. Her cheeks flamed quickly and Lavender looked anywhere besides his eyes as Harry tugged her a bit closer to him by the hand he had on her lower back.
âCâmon, Lav.â His nose brushed her cheekbone as he pulled her closer for the slow dance, Perfect by Ed Sheeran sounding through the venue as couples paired up and slow danced. He brought his other hand to her hip to give a soft squeeze, âRelax a little.â
âI hate this song.â She exhaled and Harry chuckled, his chest rumbling a little, âMe too. Look, agreeing again. Perhaps itâs in the beer too.â
Lavender simply swallowed and tried to not completely freak out by Harryâs closeness. She was so aware of where his fingers were placed around the bones of her hips and how his breath hit her forehead. Her hands were on his shoulders and she let him guide her easily, following along the steps he took.
âHowâs the nose?â Harry checked to break the silence.
Lavender huffed out a breath and shrugged. Harry had a sly smirk, âStill look pretty.â
âYou called me ugly not even two weeks ago.â
âI was an idiot two weeks ago.â
Lavender refrained from rolling her eyes, readjusting her hands a little bit until they linked at the back of Harryâs neck, âWhat made you change your mind?â
âHonestlyâŚâ Harry exhaled, âfeeling you cum around my fingers was pretty detrimental.â He casually spoke and Lavenderâs eyes widened as she peered over his shoulder, hearing him murmur in her ear as they continued slow dancing. Harryâs thumbs stroked over her dress, âWatching you cum, too. You were almost crying, and your eyes rolled back. Your cheeks turned pink and your heart was beating so fast. And fuck,â He lowly spoke, brushing his lips over her jaw briefly, âyour pussy felt so warm and wet. So warm.â
Lavender was at a loss for words. Harryâs hand brushed the top of her ass before modestly placing it back on her back. The low cut of the dress on her back made it easy to trace his fingers over her vertebrae, âTasted so fucking sweet, too.â
Lavender swallowed, âS-So I was ugly until I took off my clothes?â She asked to clarify, keeping her voice from shaking. Harry frowned and pulled back a little, seeing Lavenderâs challenging eyes. He quickly glanced around them before using one hand to cup her jaw and placing a delicate kiss on the high of her cheek, âNot at all. Just made me see you differently. Letâs be honest, you were never ugly. Not by a long shot. Youâre the most beautiful woman in the room. I-In every room.â
âGod, you really want to hook up at this wedding, donât you?â Lavender had some disgust laced in her voice as she increased the distance between them again, âGuess Serenaâs grandmotherâs old necklace isnât the only thing thatâs blue in here.â She spoke, referring to Harryâs balls.
He pressed his lips together, âWill you just fucking believe me when I tell you that Iâm attracted to you?â He gritted through his teeth and Lavender huffed, âWhy would I? Youâve made my life hell the past six months.â
âAnd I want to make it up to you.â Harry pressed, âThink I wouldâve fingered you in that bathroom if I didnât really want to? Think I didnât jerk myself off afterwards thinking about it? Think I havenât done the same thing multiple times in the past few months?â
Lavenderâs eyes rounded at the information, and she could imagine Harry sitting at home with his hand down his pants and her on his brain. Her throat ran dry and Harry took another breath, âI havenât stopped thinking about you. And we wonât see each other anymore after today.â
His words held truth and Lavenderâs heart actually did sink a little. Harry was a pain in her ass and he had successfully wound her up so badly over the past few months that Lavender felt so much anger and frustration that she hardly knew what to do with it. All she wanted for the past six months was for this wedding to be over already. So she could go back to spending her free time however she saw fit, and so she could go back to not having to interact with Harry so often.
Yet now that the time was close, she actually dreaded it. Their bickering. God, what is wrong with me â Lavender thought. She swallowed and eventually dared flicking her eyes up to see Harry, getting lost in the deep green of his gaze. Maybe fucking him really was the one thing she needed to get rid of that frustration. Maybe itâd even feel good. She could be on top of him, choke him, dominate him a little bit to finally gain the upper hand.
A heat spread over Lavenderâs body and she softly nodded, âOkay.â She rasped.
Harryâs lips curled up into a grin, âYeah?â
âMhm.â
âGood.â Harry murmured, squeezing her hip again, âAnd donât backtrack on me, Lav. Weâre doing this. Iâm going to make you feel how sorry I am. All night long.â He spoke directly in her ear again, sensing a shudder that ran down her spine at his words. He brushed his lips over the shell of her ear, âIf you can handle it.â
âI can handle it.â She spoke in a wavering voice. Harryâs cock twitched in his pants at the way she tried to sound feisty but failed. He hummed, âI know. Youâre going to be good to me and Iâm going to be good to you.â Harry pulled back and tapped his pointer finger underneath her chin, âAlways telling me Iâve got such a big mouth hm? Iâll put it to use real good tonight.â He smirked before tapping her top lip and turning around.
Lavender was a panting mess on the dancefloor and she stared at Harryâs back as he walked away from her. She didnât have to see his face to know he had a shit eating cocky grin on his face. He knew so well what he was doing, leaving her with the thought of his tongue between her thighs so she wouldnât change her mind.
Lavender felt sweaty and headed into the bathroom for a bit, her cheeks red as she used some toilet paper to get rid of the arousal between her legs. She swallowed thickly as she tried to calm down, tried to get the jittering of her thighs under control. She flushed the toilet and went outside to wash her hands and join the party again.
It felt like time crawled by as slowly as it could. Harry and Lavender made eyes at one another from across the room as they tried to be polite and talk to some of the guests. Lavender had a dance with Tristan as Harry danced with Serena for a moment. It felt awkward to say the least. Harry truly did dislike Serena a lot and Serena kept her eyes on her new husband and her best friend â still a sense of insecurity there since he went on a date with Lavender first.
Lavender pulled herself out of Tristanâs arms a few seconds before the song ended and forced him a small smile, heading to the bar next to grab another beer.Â
Harry chuckled at the sight, a beautiful woman in a soft lilac dress, drinking beer from the bottle.
By the time some of the older guests started heading up to their rooms, Harry found Lavender at the bar. He subtly placed his hand on her lower back and she jumped up, flicking her head to the side, âOh. Hey.â
âHi.â He breathed. Harry nibbled his lip for a moment as he scanned the room, âWanna get out of here?â
Lavenderâs cheeks heated at his words and her legs felt weak again. She remembered the way he fingered her to an orgasm so mindblowing she nearly passed out. She finished up her beer and nodded, âOkay.â
Harry nodded, âOkay. Letâs go, we can sneak out here.â
âSerena will be looking for me later.â Lavender spoke as Harry pulled her out of the room and towards the back exit, âTo help with her dress.â
âTristan can help with her dress.â Harry argued. Before they made it outside, he pushed her up against the wall. With one hand tangled in her red hair, he pushed his lips on hers urgently. Lavender squealed in surprise but reacted quickly, holding onto Harryâs broad shoulders as his tongue wiggled its way between her lips.
Lavender was putty in his hands, melting into his body and running her fingers through his hair as they made out. His tongue was soft and wet, flicking the tip of it against hers and licking up the roof of her mouth to get Lavender dizzy. She chased him once he pulled back, bringing him in for another kiss.Â
Harry smirked against her, feeling as she arched her back and pressed her tits into his chest. His hand dropped to her ass to hold her close and they eventually did pull back for air. He nipped on her jaw, tasting the remains of her perfume, âFuck Serena.â He mumbled, âShe doesnât need you anymore tonight. I do. And besides, you wonât be able to walk once Iâm done with you. Gonna keep you in bed all night.â
Lavenderâs eyes fluttered at his promise and she hastily nodded, âY-Yeah. Okay.â
Her body felt cold as Harry pulled back, taking her hand again to pull her outside of the venue and head towards the hotel. The steep, uphill walk proved a bit of a difficulty in the dark. Lavenderâs heels got stuck in the grass and she helplessly trailed behind Harry a bit.Â
âLav, letâs go.â Harry impatiently tugged at her and she hissed under her breath, âIâm wearing heels.â She bit.
Harry rolled his eyes and they eventually made it towards the entrance of the hotel. They hurried in, Harryâs key card in hand as he pulled her towards the elevator. They were both out of breath, but Lavender grabbed his tie and pulled him into her. His hands kneaded her waist as they grabbed at one another and hotly made out again. He stole the breath out of her lungs and Lavender moaned shakily at the way his thigh pressed between her legs.
âCome on.â Harry panted once the doors opened. His hair was messy and his cheeks were pink. His tie was partly undone from Lavenderâs fingers tugging at it earlier and they stumbled towards Harryâs room. Lavender scanned the hallway to make sure no one caught them until Harry finally managed to open the room.
âFuck, I canât wait.â He moaned, immediately shoving her on the bed. Lavender gasped in surprise as she thudded on the white sheets, staring up at the ceiling until Harry hovered over her. Lavenderâs eyes couldnât focus as he yanked on the tie to get rid of it. His eyes dragged down her form, lingering on the sight of her hardened nipples through the soft purple shade of her dress.
He kissed her again, a lot slower this time. Lavenderâs brain exploded as his tongue expertly roamed around her mouth and his hands touched her waist. He discovered her shape, moving his palm up to cup her breast over her dress. Lavender arched and restlessly kicked her legs for more. Harry kissed down, nipping on her throat and the swells of her breasts as his hands hitched up the dress.
âGonna make you feel how fucking sorry I am.â He grunted, dropping down the bed to sit on his knees on the side of it. Lavender panted pathetically when she felt his fingers around her ankles, undoing her strappy heels which thudded to the floor.
His hands then slid up her thighs, pulling the dress up with it. He kissed over her shins, her knees and higher up until bunching her dress up around her hips. âHoly fuck â LavâŚâ Harry breathed at the sight of her soft pink lace thong. He dropped his forehead to her thigh with a whimper, âShit.â
âI w-wanna ââ Lavender breathed as she pushed up her elbows, her eyes glazed over as they locked with Harryâs, âI wanna be on top.â
âOh â fuck, gladly.â He quickly responded, getting up again to lay down on the bed next to her. Lavender struggled with her long dress for a bit until Harry played with the strap around her shoulder, âTake it off.â He spoke.Â
She stared at him for a moment and dragged her eyes over his very clothed body, âIf you get naked too.â
Harry smirked and nodded, âDeal.â
âAnd â uh⌠Iâm going to turn down the lights a little bit.â She got up her feet and stumbled towards the door, locking it and then dimming the lights a little bit. Harry didnât object, following her body as Lavender then ran a hand through her hair and exhaled a shaky breath. He was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as she grabbed the hem of the dress to slip it off.
Harryâs throat ran dry at the sight of her naked body. She was shaped beautifully, her ribs showing when she lifted her arms high. A little flower tattoo below her right breast and a dip in her waist before the showing of full thighs.
He licked his lips involuntary and Lavenderâs heartbeat quickened when she watched the way his hand pressed down on his crotch for a slight bit of relief. It boosted her ego and she approached him, âLay back.â
Harry did what asked easily, making himself comfortable before urging Lavender to climb on top of him.
âTake off your panties.â He urged and Lavender shook her head, her cheeks a soft pink as insecurity took over. Her thighs were split on each side of Harryâs head as he linked his hands around her legs to grab her ass. Her hands steadied on the headboard and she stared into his eyes. Harryâs breath felt hot on her core and Lavender shuddered softly before carefully lowering herself.
Harry parted his lips to lick up her panties, attempting to taste her through the lace. His fingers dug into her skin as he moaned, âFuck â Lav, take them off.â He gritted. Lavender shook her head again, her thighs burning as she held herself up and searched for a rhythm. His tongue was wet, pressing into her clit and Lavender moaned softly.
Harry urged her to sit down fully but Lavender fought his grip. He groaned in protest, âLavender, fucking sit down on my mouth.â He slapped her ass and she squeaked, toes curling into the bedding at the feeling. They locked eyes and he could see the way she hardly knew what to do with herself.
âFucking brat.â He hissed, grabbing her hip to throw her off. Lavender yelped as she fell back into the bed and Harry was quickly on top of her again, âToo proud to admit you donât even know whatâs good for you.â He grumbled in frustration, yanking her underwear down her thighs to leave her fully naked.Â
Lavender hardly had the time to blink before his palms spread her thighs for him and he dove in without warning. His tongue slipped between her folds and he locked his lips around her clit to give a harsh suck.
âHarry!â Lavender cried out his name, throwing her head back as her body shook in sudden pleasure. He hummed against her, âThere we go, thatâs it.â With her arousal on his lips he kissed higher, spitting down on one of her nipples before sucking the bud between his lips too. Lavender couldnât remember how to breathe when Harry handled her body like he had been fucking her all his life. He knew exactly where to touch her, better than she knew it herself.
Lavender thought she knew what she liked, but Harry touched her like no one had before. Soon, his mouth was back between her legs to salaciously let his tongue do the apologizing for him. He spelled a hidden message on her clit and his lips passionately kissed around her folds before he pushed his tongue inside her.
The sounds leaving Lavenderâs lips were filthy to say the least. She moaned and whimpered and gasped as he pleasured her, not caring that the neighbouring rooms could probably hear it all.Â
âGod â Harry⌠Oh my god.â Lavender breathed as he flexed his tongue inside of her, eating her like it was his last meal. âLike that?â He panted as he sucked in a desperate breath. His fingers prodded around her cunt as he pushed in two at the same time, hooking them up so the tips of his digit massaged her sweet spot.
Lavenderâs eyes rolled back and she shuddered, head lolling to the side. Harry watched, licking over her clit, âLav.â He hissed, âLike that?â He repeated.Â
âUh-h-huh.â She stammered, âFuck, Harry⌠just like that. R-Right there.â Her fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue over her pulsing clit, âRight there, hm?â He pushed his fingers in deeper and she gasped, âY-Yes! Iâm gonna cum.â She whimpered.
âI know.â He tutted. His shoulders pushed against her thighs to open her up more and his mouth worked her clit as he fingered her â gently yet purposefully. With each stroke, Lavender tensed up more until he felt a harsh clench around his digits. He flicked his eyes up to see her spasming and whimpering, her mouth open and her fingers clawing at the sheets.Â
He kept her going a little longer until Lavender crawled away from him with a high whine, âS-Stop â Iâm ââ She gasped and Harry hummed, kissing the inside of her thigh before gently pulling his wet fingers out. He used his tongue to clean her up a little bit, avoiding her sensitive clit but needing every drop of her arousal in his mouth.Â
Lavender laid panting on the bed, her thighs trembling as Harry ate her out. She gasped every time his nose bumped her clit and eventually he hummed, âSweet little pussy.â He murmured â almost more to himself than to her. He kissed her thighs and then her hips, her waist, her tits and her neck and then her lips. âGood?â He asked between kisses and Lavender simply hummed, âY-Yeah.â
âHow come you donât know what you like, hm?â Harry took a moment to let her rest even if his dick was fucking suffocating in his pants. Lavender blinked up at him, Harry resting between her thighs as she managed a shrug, âI-I donât know. No-one has ever â uh⌠taken the time. I suppose.â
ââS not about time.â Harry shook his head as he kissed her chin, âItâs about paying attention.â
Lavender felt the feeling in her body returning, her fingers lazily playing with Harryâs curls as she hummed, âWell, thank you for paying attention.â
âGladly. Fuck, that was amazing.â He kissed her pouty lips again, obsessed with the feeling, âDoes that mean Iâm forgiven?â
âAlmost.â Lavender teased, a small smile playing on her lips. Harry breathed out a chuckle and kissed her neck, sighing out, âLav â Iâd love to lay here and chat but Iâm really fucking dying over here.â He spoke in a strained voice.Â
Lavender hummed, running her hands down Harryâs naked back. He was muscular and quite ripped â her fingers tracing his bulging muscles until reaching the waistband of his pants, âTake off your pants.â Lavender spoke.
Harry didnât need to be told twice. He pushed up his knees and quickly undid the button and zipper of his slacks, revealing light grey briefs underneath.
His bulge was rather ginormous and Lavender pressed her thighs together at the sight as Harry got up his feet to rid himself of his clothes completely. âFuck.â She whimpered when his hard cock slapped up his tummy, leaving a glistening streak of precum on his skin between the two fern tattoos decorating his hips.
Lavender rolled on her tummy and climbed to the edge of the bed where Harry stood. He stared at the length of her back and her plump ass, slightly red from the slap he gave her earlier. Lavender rested on her elbows and stroked her fingers up his thighs, peering up at him.
Harry understood without having to ask. He took hold of his cock around the base and tapped the tip into her bottom lip, âGonna suck me off, baby?â
âYes.â Lavender nodded. Harry hummed and brushed her hair away, âKnew you were gonna be a good girl to me. This your way of telling me youâre sorry too?â
Lavenderâs thighs clenched again and she quickly nodded, âYes.â She obediently opened her mouth and Harry groaned, guiding himself in. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, needing a bit of time to adapt to the size of him. She hadnât done this in a while and relaxed her throat as Harry was careful too.
Her lips wrapped around his shaft as Lavender hummed, wiggling her tongue over the veins of his cock before putting pressure around his tip. Harryâs toes curled into the carpet he was standing on as he threw his head back, âHoly shit â Lav⌠S-So good. Again.â He grabbed her hair in his fist and Lavender did as told, sucking and hollowing out her cheeks.
One of her hands came to cup his balls and play with him as her mouth tried to take as much as possible of him. His cock was glistening in her spit as Lavender deepthroated him, gagging slightly as Harry thrusted forward.
He moaned out when her throat tightened around the head of his throbbing cock, his thighs trembling at the feeling, âYes â baby, so fucking tight.âÂ
Lavender hummed in response, giving his balls a squeeze and Harry gasped, quickly yanking her hair and pulling back. Lavender coughed slightly at the feeling, her throat a little sore. Lines of spit webbed between her lips and his twitching cock as Harry panted out harshly. He held her hair tightly and Lavender stared at him until he shook his head, âGonna finish inside you. Donât think Iâm done apologizing yet.â
Lavender swallowed as Harry pushed at her shoulder, making her tumble back on the sheets until he grabbed her hip and rolled her over. Lavender saw stars from the quick rolling around, her hair flying around as she found herself on her stomach. Harryâs fingers locked around her hips, pulling her up and pushing his knees between hers to spread her.
She was speechless and breathless, her fingers digging into the comforter as Harry scooted in behind her. Lavender swallowed and glanced at him over her shoulder, her cheeks pink from the compromised position she was in, âDo you have ââ
âYes.â Harry cut her off, holding up the condom in his hand. Lavender nodded, âOkay.â She breathed. Harry kneaded her ass, ripping the package with his teeth until rolling the rubber down his shaft. He saw Lavender shivering as he hovered over her, and he placed his hands next to her head to kiss her shoulder, âYou okay?â
âYes.â She nodded, âPlease.â
âPlease what?â
She closed her eyes and shook her head. Harry raised his brows, raising up again and placing both palms on her ass, digging his fingers in warning, âLavender.â He pressed. She kept her lips closed together and Harry raised his hand, slapping her once. Lavender squeaked through her teeth, âPlease, fuck me.â She choked out.
He couldnât fight the smirk on his lips. Harry soothed her reddened skin with his hand as he guided himself to Lavenderâs wet pussy. His tip caught with her entrance, âDo you forgive me then?â
Lavender couldnât think straight, a breath stuck in her throat when Harry inched forward. His thick cock pushed inside her, her walls expanding as his tip popped in. Harryâs fingers tightened around her ass cheeks as he felt her warmth and wetness snugly welcoming him. God she was tight.
âLav, do you forgive me?â Harry panted. Lavender tensed her shoulders as Harry filled her slowly, âY-Yes.â She whimpered. Harry clenched his jaw and slammed forward, making Lavender scoot up on the bed, âCanât hear you.â He gritted. Lavender cried out and dropped her head forward, thighs shaking as Harryâs cock filled her, âYes!â She sobbed, âFuck â yes, I-I forgive you.â
âGood girl.â Harry whispered, leaning over her again. Her hair was wrapped around his fist as he cocked her back, making Lavender gasp. Her cheeks were red and her mouth open as Harry started moving. Quick, sharp thrusts into her wetness. He grunted into her shoulder, âJesus christ.â Harry cursed, âWet little slut.â
âOh god.â Lavender croaked as her back arched more. Harry straightened up and held one hand on her hair, the other on her shoulder to push her down and immobilizing her. His hips were relentless as he pounded her into the bedding, the headboard slamming into the wall with each thrust. Lavender moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks, âH-HarryâŚâ She sobbed, âIâve neverâŚâ.Â
âYouâve never what?â He panted. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up, her back pressed against his chest as Harry pulled her up on his lap to fuck her like that. Lavenderâs head rested on his shoulder as she whimpered out, âI-Iâve never been fucked like this.â She confessed in a daze. Harry kissed her neck and gave her breast a squeeze before venturing his hand more south, between her legs, âI can tell. Are you gonna cum again?â
âYes.â Lavender breathed and Harry puckered his lips, âCâmon, baby⌠Let me feel your tight pussy squeezinâ my cock.â His fingers found her clit and Lavender slumped against his chest. Her breathing stuttered as she wrapped her arms around him, leaning back further but needing something to hold onto.
âGood.â Harry panted, continuing the sharp pumps of his hips to fuck into her, âGood, good, good.â He rubbed her clit and Lavender breathed harder, âIâm â oh god⌠HarryâŚâ She whimpered, suddenly shuddering and trembling. Harry held her tighter and didnât stop the torture of his fingers until he felt her squirting.
Lavenderâs orgasm was wet and endless, her arousal spilling past Harryâs cock as she gushed every time he brushed into her g-spot. She moaned and cried out as Harry elongated her orgasm. Lavender eventually fell forward, Harry grabbing her hips to follow along as he continued snapping his hips.Â
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as Lavender sobbed into the bedding, squeezing her legs together until Harry lost contact and slipped out. He made Lavender roll on her back but she curled into a ball in the aftermath of her orgasm. Harry chuckled and snuggled against her, wrapping his arm around her. She was warm and sweaty and Harry brushed her hair away, kissing her jaw, âYou okay?â
âOh my god.â Lavender whimpered, âIâm â wow.â
âWow you say?â Harry teased, âI mean, I get that Iâm good but wowâŚâ
âShut up.â She groaned, blinking her eyes open. Harry smiled and Lavender giggled back. They rolled around the sheets for a bit and they kissed a little bit. Harry nipped below her ear, âI made you squirt.â
âHm, you did.â Lavender lazily responded. Harry kissed lower, âI want a taste.â
Lavenderâs eyes opened quickly, âWh â Harry, I donât think I can d-â
âShh.â He tutted, shuffling between her thighs. Lavender hardly stopped him and then relaxed into the bed as she felt his tongue on her. He wasnât as purposeful or harsh with it as the first time. He lazily ate her out, being gentle and passionate again. Lavender sighed and hummed in bliss until Harry hovered over her again. His lips were wet in her arousal and Lavender chuckled, pulling him in for a kiss.
âCan you believe we missed this for six months? Think of all the times I couldâve had you like this.â Harry rolled them over again until Lavender was on top of him. She hummed and straightened up, pushing her tits together, âYou were too busy being an asshole.â
âShut up and ride me.â Harry grinned. Lavender threw her head back in a laugh, glancing at his dick which was still full hard. Harry followed her gaze and exhaled as she sat on his thighs, âWish I could fill you up.â He admitted.
Lavender bit her lip and leaned over him, giving Harry a kiss, âWell, why donât we take it off?â
âWhat? The condom?â He frowned.
âMhm.â She nibbled her lip, âIâm â uh⌠Iâm clean.â
Harry threw his head back, grabbing her thighs as he lowly groaned, âShit, Lav⌠Are you serious?â
Lavender blushed softly, âWe donât have to if youâre uncomfortable with it.â
âNo, fuck, Iâm not uncomfortable. Not at all.â He urged her to rest on top of him a bit more, hard cock trapped between their tummies as he brushed her hair away, âYou wanna feel it, donât you?â He murmured.Â
Lavender softly grinded into him and Harry puffed out a soft moan before continuing, âYou want to feel how I cum inside you? How I fill you up?â His free hand travelled down her side until teasingly slapping her ass cheek. Lavender gasped and scooted up a bit, sitting on top of his dick now and grinding back and forth.
âYou want to feel how I fucking claim you?â Harry cupped her jaw and Lavender panted out, managing a nod, âYes.â
âSo filthy.â He whispered, âSuch a filthy little slut for my cock. âS really all you needed, isnât it? A good fuck? A pussy full of cum?â
âFuck.â She panted, eyes glazing over in lust. Lavenderâs hand slipped between them as she removed the condom, tossing it somewhere to the side and off the bed. She then started stroking him gently as they shared a few breathy kisses. Lavender eventually positioned him, feeling Harry moan into her mouth and cup her jaws when she sunk down on him.
She took it slow, feeling how sore she was after the way he fucked her before. But Harry needed an orgasm and he needed Lavender to get him there. So he let her explore him. She straightened up as she searched for a rhythm, Harry sprawled out below her. His eyes were hooded as he stared up at her. Bouncing tits, wild untamed hair, swivelling hips as she took him.Â
âSo sexy.â He slurred as Lavender started bouncing. His jaw dropped, moaning out in bliss as her warmth engulfed his cock easily. He knew she was struggling. She was sore and her thighs burned and ached from how the night had gone until now. His hands were on her legs, helping her move.
She felt amazing without a condom. He felt her so clearly, and she felt him too. Every vein wrapped around his cock pressed into her walls and Lavender leaned over him again, both hands next to his head as she arched out her back. Her eyes closed, her mouth open as she fucked him.
âFuck â Lav, âm not gonna last.â Harry groaned, his hips restless as they bucked up and they met halfway. âF-Faster, please.â He choked out. Lavender nodded. She felt the way his fingers dug into her hips and how he slammed up inside of her. She picked up the pace, ignoring the burn and strain in her thighs.
âIâm gonna cum.â Harry moaned, âShit â baby, âm gonna cum so hard. Fill you up so fucking good.â He clawed at her shoulders, jerking his hips up sharply until his jaw dropped and his back arched. His eyes screwed shut as Harry shakily grunted, hissing through his teeth as his cock pulsed inside of Lavender.Â
She panted out, continuing the bucking of her hips as he released inside of her.Â
âHoly shit.â Harry moaned, âJust like that, just like that, just like that. Take it.â He stayed deep inside of her, giving Lavender every drop of his orgasm. She whimpered at the feeling, sliding her hands up his chest and into his neck before she dropped down on top of him. Harry hummed, wrapping his arms around her form as his eyes fluttered shut.
Both relaxed and melted into the bed. His fingers stroked her side gently and Lavender regained her breathing, puffing out into his sweaty neck. Harry kissed her shoulder, feeling Lavender clenching sporadically around him as he was still inside of her.
âLav.â He eventually murmured. She grumbled something back and Harry exhaled, ââM about to fall asleep.â
âOh.â Lavender untangled herself from him and straightened up with slightly pink cheeks. She shifted and then slowly lifted off of him, making Harry gasp in sensitivity. His cock slipped out, drops of his cum leaking out of Lavender as she clumsily rolled on the bed next to him, âIâll get going, let you sleep.â
âWhat?â Harry rolled on his side too, watching as she reached for the tissues, âthatâs not what I meant.â He added. Lavender looked at him over her shoulder as she sat on the edge of the bed, âItâs fine, Harry.â
He huffed, âIâm not kicking you out. Not at all. Just meant we should clean up and get to sleep. Maybe we should sleep in your room? Bedâs dirty.â He yawned. She froze when staring at him, âYou⌠you want to sleep together?â
âWell, yeah.â
Her cheeks pinked further and Lavender reached for her dress, âUh â yeah. Okay.â
âUnless you donât want me to.â Harry added. She forced a small smile, âNo, itâs fine. But yeah, I feel like we should shower. Iâm gonna shower in my own room though, all of my stuff is there.â She pulled the dress over her head to cover herself up and ran her hands through her hair. Harry was still naked on the bed, watching with slight amusement how Lavender searched for her panties amongst the pieces of clothing that littered the floor.
She sheepishly held them up once she found them, bunching them in her fist as she headed to the door, âSo â uh⌠yeah.â She mumbled and Harry huffed out a chuckle, âIâll come to your room after I shower. 412, right?â
âYep.â Lavender exhaled. She shot him another awkward wave before exiting the room and leaving Harry on his own. Lavender let out a few deep breaths as she roamed the halls, luckily not bumping into anyone. She had no idea what time it was, but the sun seemed to rise already once she got into her own room. Bed untouched, sheets crisp and clean. The room was basically unused.
Lavender slipped off the dress again and jumped into the shower while Harry did the same. He washed up and squirted some shampoo in his hand to wash his hair. He saw some marks on his chest from where Lavenderâs mouth had been. His dick was sensitive and tingly, a hiss escaping his lips as he washed himself.
Eventually Harry put on sweatpants and a shirt, taking a small bag of toiletries with him as he headed towards Lavenderâs room. He felt nervous, all of a sudden. Their moment had been broken of course, by showering separately. Maybe she wasnât done in the shower, or maybe she had fallen asleep already. Or maybe she changed her mind and wouldnât let him in.
His knuckles came down on her door after a few minutes and Harry anxiously shifted in the hallway, glancing left and right to make sure no one could see him slipping into her room. The first shock was that Lavender did open up the door, with wet hair hanging over her shoulder and her face bare of make-up.
His lips curled up into a smile, âHi.â
âHey.â She breathed, opening the door a bit wider. âHad a good shower?â
Harry nodded, âYeah. You?â
âMhm.â
She wore cotton underwear and a t-shirt with rips in it. Lavender shifted on her feet a bit, arms crossed in front of her chest, âSo â uh⌠which side of the bed do you want?â
Harry chuckled and walked up to her, cupping her cheeks for a deep kiss. Lavender sighed out through her nose, kissing him back and losing all awkwardness or shyness around him. She wasnât sure what Harry wanted by sleeping here or how tomorrow would go. But tonight had been incredible. She was sore and achy, but Lavender didnât want it any other way.
Sex with Harry had been so amazing. Their tension made for great chemistry too. They would never be best friends but this was the longest they had gone without arguing. No one had ever made her cum that hard and Lavender had never had sex like that before. It was true, that she hardly knew what she liked in bed. In the past she mainly slept with men who searched for their own pleasure. No one had ever paid her such attention.
Harry tasted like toothpaste as they kissed, and Lavender pushed up her toes as he pulled her into his chest. They pulled back with a little smack and he patted her ass with an easy grin on his lips, âWhichever side youâre on. I like spooning.â
They awoke a few hours later, a mess of tangled limbs between the sheets. Harry had spooned Lavender to sleep and they woke up in a similar position. Lavender was quite grumpy and Harry kissed her neck and chest, prying off the shirt to make her feel better and wake her up properly.
They kissed and cuddled until they knew they needed to check out. Harry kissed her as he went back to his own room to pack his stuff.
With his bags, he went to the reception downstairs and bumped into Tristan â who asked him all about the hickey in his neck and the tiredness in Harryâs eyes. Apparently Tristan and Serena didnât even have sex, and Harry felt smugly proud of the fact that he actually did have incredible sex.
His eyes were drawn to Lavender immediately when she entered the room, carrying just a small suitcase with her stuff in it. Her hair was curly and up in a ponytail as she wore black slacks, sneakers and a crop top. She looked radiant and Harry zoned out, ignoring Tristan as his eyes were on Lavender.
She was smiling and chatting with Serena and they eventually came up to Harry and Tristan. The newlyweds would leave for their honeymoon tonight and everyone sort of got ready to leave. They hauled their bags into he cars and Lavender slowly walked up to Harryâs car as he was putting his stuff in.
âHey.â She breathed. He turned around with a small smile, âHi, you.â
Lavender leaned against his car, playing with a strand of her hair, âSo â uh⌠any plans today?â
âNot much.â He shrugged, âJust sleep, I think. You?â
âYeah, same. Itâs been a wild six months.â
They fell into some silence before Lavender cleared her throat, âListen⌠Thank you for last night. I had a lot of fun and⌠yeah.â
âYouâre thanking me for sex?â Harry teased and Lavender rolled her eyes, âDonât make this weird.â
âIâm not.â He laughed, stepping up to her. His hand rested on her bare waist and Lavender immediately looked around to make sure no one saw them. Harry kept his eyes on her, âCan we see each other again?â He braved through his nerves to ask the question that had been on his mind ever since laying eyes on her in the lavender-shaded dress.
Lavenderâs eyes rounded as she stared up at him, âWait â really? Like⌠for sex?â
âMaybe.â He shrugged, âOr, you know⌠maybe we really could get along. Become besties.â
âDoubt that.â
âOuch.â He chuckled. Lavender softly smiled and exhaled, âLook, I-I think we both knew what this was. Weâve been at each otherâs throats ever since we met. I donât know if we should make this into more than what it was.â
Harryâs smile dropped a bit and he nibbled the inside of his cheek, âMaybe not. But it might be worth a shot to see if it could go somewhere, donât you think?â He pressed. Lavender avoided his eyes and scratched the back of her neck, âMaybe one date.â She gave in.
Harryâs beaming smile made Lavender chuckle too. He tapped his thumb on her chin gently, âOne date, hm? How about I come over this afternoon and we can talk all about it?â
âThis afternoon? That obsessed with me now?â Lavender teased and Harry hummed, eyes dropping to her lips, âYes, actually. âM fucking whipped.â He wrapped an arm around her again, âIâll come over and spoon you back to sleep. We can nap through the afternoon andâŚâ He leaned in a bit more, âmaybe Iâll wake you up with my mouth. Seemed like you enjoyed that.â
Lavenderâs cheeks turned pink and she tried to fight it, humming, âI did quite like the way you apologized to me. Very⌠thorough.â
âThorough, hm? Thatâs one way to put it.â Harry played along. He didnât care who saw as he dipped his head to kiss her pink lips. Lavender didnât pull back either, a hand delicately being placed on his bicep as he lingered on the touch. She tasted like cherry. His heart skipped ten beats as he nuzzled his nose with hers, âMaybe Iâll fuck up again just so I can apologize.â
âYeah,â Lavender shrugged, âlike hit me with your car this time or something.â
He threw his head back in a laugh, playfully squeezing her ass once, âGet home, you dick. âM tired.â
She stuck out her tongue and took a step back, smiling at him, âSee you in a bit.â
âIâll drive behind you.â Harry nodded, opening up his car door, âBye, Lav.â
âBye, Harry. Drive safe.â She sent him a small wave with a blinding smile on her face, turning around to head home and spend the rest of the day with Harry.
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Missing Violet (harryâs angel au)
pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)
summary: harry knew being away from you and violet would be hard, but he didnât know it would be this hardâŚ
warnings: slight angst?? nothing major <3
a/n: slowly but surely getting back on the writing juice, thought iâd get this cute little idea out before working on some more stuff thatâs soon to comeđ
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It was just past 8:30 in the morning when your phone buzzed quietly beside you, Violet was sound asleep on your chest as you sat propped up in the living room. Your favourite show playing softly on the tv, the outside world was already bustling, people travelling to work, but inside all was quiet, almost as if you werenât London.
You reached over slowly, careful not to wake your little girl, quickly swiping to answer Harryâs facetime call, an hourly ritual almost as he was away finishing his tour. You smiled seeing his face pop up, the Portugal sun doing wonders for the tan he was getting
âgood morning Hâ
He smiled
âmorning darling, howâd you sleep last night?â
ânot too bad honestly, gem is here with us so she helped with the little one last night, how about you?â
Harry found a shady spot to sit, returning his attention to you two
ânot too bad I suppose, mâreally missing home though, i hate being away from you twoâ
You knew being away from Harry this early after having Violet would be hard on him, and you could see it now when he took his sunglasses off, the bags under his eyes prominent: he just looked so tired
âim sorry my love, only a little longer and then youâll be back to usâŚâ
Bringing the camera down so Violet was now in the frame, he could see her tiny hands grasping onto your cashmere sweater, her eyes closed, her back moving up and down ever so softly as she slept away
âhow come youâre always sleeping with daddy calls hmm?â
You laughed a little
âshe just had a very big breakfast so I guess sheâs in a food comaâ
âwhat a lifeâ
Harry laughed, taking a few live photos of her before she stirred slightly, a little squeak like noise escaping her
âoh did daddy wake you up? he was taking some cute photos of youâ
You placed your phone down propped up with pillows so you could readjust her, a smile on your face noticing the green in her eyes
âdid you get any good ones baby?â
A few moments passed with no answer, when you turned back to see the screen Harry had a sad look on his face, tears lining his eyes, that alone broke your heart
âharry whatâs wrong? hey please donât cryâŚâ
He shook his head as you picked the phone up bringing it closer to you and violet
âi should be there a-and iâm notâŚi feel like iâm failing you both-â
Cutting him off before he could continue you shook your head
âharry, no, we arenât doing that. donât you ever think youâre failing us, youâre the best father to violet and the best husband to me, you are in no way failing us.â
Taking a breath you paused
âyouâre working your hardest and putting on shows for so many people who love you, we knew it was a possibility bee would come sooner than the tour ended and thatâs okay! i know being away from us is hard, and i wish i could be there with you, but donât you ever think youâre failing me, because youâre notâ
After a few minutes he nodded
âI mean fucking hell harry you sent me a continental breakfast from another country with my favourite cherry almond latteâŚiâd say youâre far from failingâ
Harry finally let out a laugh, bringing a smile to your face
âI love you so much you know that? you take such good care of us even from miles away, I know Vi loves you just as muchâ
âI love you girls too, so much..iâll be home soonâ
Smiling you brought the phone down so Harry could spend some more time with Violet, talking to her softly, telling her stories all while she blinked, not really knowing what was going on, but Harry liked to think she was paying attention. Little did he know youâd been missing him just as terribly, and you couldnât help but smile knowing youâd be flying to Italy for the final show of love on tour.
The last show was going to be special, but surprising H to be there as a family, would make it that much more incredible.
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