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niallerspayno · 2 months ago

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After Midnight - (frat boy Niall x reader) - Fic Request

Anonymous request: I love Niall frat boy's fics Who asked this is a queen. Following this line could you do something similar too with the theme 6th member of 1D but they trying to escape to bed from each other at night on the tour bus at night, something cute but smut too

Tags: Smut, fluff

The hum of the tour bus engine is the only sound filling the small, dimly lit space as you quietly make your way to the bunk section. The rest of the band is already fast asleep, their soft snores and rustling blankets proof of how tiring the day had been. But your heart races—not from exhaustion, but anticipation.

You reach Niall’s bunk and pull back the curtain just enough to peek inside. He’s already waiting for you, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifts over to make room. “Took you long enough,” he teases in a hushed whisper, his Irish accent curling around the words like silk.

Rolling your eyes, you climb in beside him, careful not to make any noise. The space is impossibly small, forcing your bodies close. His arm snakes around your waist immediately, pulling you snug against him. “Missed me?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.

“You saw me twenty minutes ago,” you reply, your voice barely audible as you try to stifle a laugh.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you,” he shoots back, his tone equal parts cheeky and sincere.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes naturally after weeks of sneaking moments like this. His hand lazily traces patterns on your back, and you find yourself relaxing against him, your head resting on his chest.

But it’s not always this easy. Sneaking into his bunk every night has become a careful dance of timing and silence. The other boys aren’t stupid—they’ve noticed how you and Niall seem to disappear at the same time, how you’re both always the last to emerge in the morning.

Louis, especially, has made a game out of trying to catch you. Just last week, he’d pretended to sleepwalk, yanking back random curtains in the middle of the night, claiming he was “looking for snacks.” You’d barely had time to duck under Niall’s blanket, and his hand had clamped over your mouth to stifle your giggles.

“I swear, one of these days Louis is going to catch us,” you whisper now, thinking of how close the near-miss had been.

Niall chuckles softly, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Let him,” he says, his voice low and cocky. “He’d just be jealous he doesn’t have someone to keep him warm.”

You swat at him lightly, but he catches your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away.

“And yet, here you are,” he counters, his grin audible in his voice.

Despite the risk, there’s something thrilling about these stolen moments—the way you have to tiptoe past the others, the whispered conversations, the shared warmth in the tiny bunk. It’s become your haven, your shared secret.

As the bus rounds a sharp corner, you both instinctively shift to keep from falling out of the bunk. Niall tightens his grip on you, his nose brushing against your temple. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers, his voice softer now, almost protective.

The dim light filtering through the edges of the curtain casts shadows over Niall’s face, but you can still see the mischief in his eyes as he shifts against you. His hand slides slowly from your back, trailing along your hip and settling on your thigh.

“Niall,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, a mix of warning and anticipation.

“Shh, love,” he murmurs, leaning in so his lips just graze your ear. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod instinctively, your breath hitching as his fingers start to move, teasing along the edge of your sleep shorts. The sensation sends a rush of heat through you, your body already responding to his touch.

“Good,” he whispers, his voice low and confident. “Then let me take care of you.”

His hand slips beneath the fabric, his touch firm yet teasing as he explores the sensitive skin there. You bite your lip hard, trying to suppress the gasp that threatens to escape when his fingers dip lower, finding exactly where you want him most.

“Jesus, you’re already so ready for me,” he mutters, his voice full of that cocky edge you know so well. He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with himself, as his fingers begin to work, slow and deliberate.

You can’t help the small sound that escapes your lips, and Niall’s free hand moves quickly, covering your mouth before you can make another noise. His palm is warm and firm against your skin, and the dominance of the gesture only heightens the intensity of what he’s doing to you.

“Quiet, love,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. “Unless you want the whole bus to know what I’m doing to you.”

The idea of being caught sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, making every touch feel even more electric. You grip his arm tightly, your nails digging into his skin as his fingers find a rhythm that drives you closer to the edge.

“Feel good?” he asks, his voice a smug whisper. You nod against his hand, your breath coming in shallow pants as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and impossible to fight.

He leans in, his lips ghosting over your neck as he murmurs, “That’s my girl. Let go for me.”

His words, his touch, the way he’s watching you with that cocky, self-satisfied grin—it’s all too much. Your body shudders as the tension inside you snaps, waves of pleasure crashing over you. You press your face into his chest, muffling the soft cries you can’t hold back as he works you through every second of it, his hand never faltering.

When the last tremors subside, you collapse against him, your body spent and your heart pounding. He finally moves his hand from your mouth, brushing a thumb over your cheek with surprising tenderness.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can barely find the words to respond, still caught in the haze of what just happened. But Niall doesn’t need an answer—his grin says it all. “Told you I’d take care of you,” he says smugly, pulling you closer as if nothing in the world could pry you apart.

You’re still catching your breath, your body nestled against Niall’s when the thought strikes you—a surge of boldness you didn’t know you had. His arm is draped lazily around your waist, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin as he smirks down at you, that cocky grin impossible to ignore.

“You look smug,” you whisper, your voice hushed but teasing.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he replies, his grin widening. “Didn’t hear you complaining a second ago.”

Rolling your eyes, you shift in his arms, turning to face him fully. “You think you’ve got all the control, don’t you?”

He chuckles softly, leaning in until your noses almost touch. “That’s because I do, love.”

The challenge in his voice is all it takes. Your hand moves under the blanket, sliding over his chest and down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His breath hitches, barely perceptible, but enough to tell you you’re on the right track.

His smirk falters for a moment, his cocky confidence giving way to something more primal as your hand slips lower, brushing against the waistband of his shorts. “What are you doing?” he whispers, his voice low and full of heat.

“Returning the favor,” you reply simply, your lips quirking in a smile as your fingers dip under the fabric, finding him already hard and warm against your palm.

Niall swears softly under his breath, his hips twitching involuntarily as you wrap your hand around him. “Jesus,” he mutters, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Shh,” you tease, leaning in to press your lips against his. The kiss is slow and deliberate, a perfect contrast to the steady rhythm of your hand. Every movement draws a quiet sound from him—a muffled groan, a sharp intake of breath—and you can feel his resolve slipping with every second.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he fights to stay quiet. “You’re gonna get us caught,” he mutters, though there’s no real conviction in his voice.

“Then be quiet,” you whisper against his lips, your tone full of playful defiance.

His laugh is strained, but his cocky demeanor hasn’t faded entirely. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice ragged as your hand moves faster, more deliberate now.

You don’t answer, letting your actions speak for you. Instead, you kiss him again, your mouth capturing his to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggles to maintain control.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers against your lips, his voice cracking with tension. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You can feel him trembling beneath you, his breathing shallow and uneven as he teeters on the edge. His forehead presses against yours again, his eyes squeezing shut as a quiet, broken groan escapes him. “That’s it,” you murmur, your voice soft but commanding. “Let go.”

His release is silent but intense, his body shuddering against yours as he gives in completely. His grip on your hips tightens for a moment before loosening as he slumps back against the mattress, utterly spent.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The only sound is the soft hum of the bus engine and your mingled breaths as you come down from the moment.

Finally, Niall breaks the silence, his cocky grin slowly returning. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he says, his voice rough but full of humor.

“Is that a complaint?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all,” he replies, pulling you into his arms again. “But don’t think for a second I’m letting you get the last word.”

His words are a promise, one that sends a thrill through you as you settle against him, your heart still racing from the thrill of what you’ve just done.

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The early morning sun filters through the cracks in the curtains, casting soft light onto the otherwise still tour bus. You stir awake, feeling the warmth of Niall’s arm draped over your waist. He’s still asleep, his face relaxed, his lips slightly parted as a faint snore escapes him.

For a moment, you let yourself bask in the warmth of him, the way his body molds so perfectly against yours in the tiny bunk. But that calm is short-lived as you hear the faint shuffle of footsteps moving around the bus.

“Niall,” you whisper sharply, shaking him lightly. “Someone’s awake.”

He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Relax,” he mumbles, his voice low and rough with sleep. “They’re not gonna look in here.”

But before you can argue, the curtain is yanked back with absolutely no warning.

“Oi! What the—” Louis’s voice cuts through the quiet, loud and unmistakably delighted.

Your eyes widen in horror as he stares at the two of you, tangled together under the blanket. His gaze flicks between Niall, still half-asleep and shirtless, and you, desperately trying to pull the covers up to hide yourself.

“Louis!” you hiss, your voice high-pitched and panicked. “Ever heard of knocking?”

Louis blinks once, then bursts into uncontrollable laughter. He leans against the side of the bunk for support, tears forming in his eyes. “Oh, this is brilliant. I knew it! I bloody knew it!”

“Louis, shut it,” Niall grumbles, his voice thick with irritation but still laced with that unmistakable cocky edge. He sits up slightly, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. “Not like it’s your business.”

“Not my business?” Louis wheezes, still laughing. “Mate, you’ve been sneaking her into your bunk for weeks, haven’t you? Don’t deny it.”

By now, the commotion has woken everyone else. Harry pokes his head out from his bunk, his curls sticking up in every direction. “What’s going on?” he asks groggily, his eyes squinting against the light.

“Caught the lovebirds,” Louis announces proudly, gesturing dramatically to you and Niall.

Harry blinks at the two of you, then grins, stretching lazily. “Finally,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Zayn appears next, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking far too amused. “Honestly, I’m just glad it’s out in the open,” he says casually, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with you two carrying on right below me? That bunk isn’t soundproof, you know.”

Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your face. “Oh my god, Zayn!”

“Just saying,” he adds with a shrug, clearly enjoying your mortification.

You bury your face in your hands, wishing you could disappear, but Niall? He’s completely unbothered. “Can’t help it if she gets a little carried away,” he says, flashing Zayn a cocky grin.

Zayn snorts. “Right, sure, blame her.”

“Alright, what’s going on?” Liam’s voice cuts through the chaos as he steps into the scene, looking far more awake than anyone else. His eyes flick to you and Niall, still crammed together in the tiny bunk, and he raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yep,” Louis says gleefully, clapping his hands together. “They’ve been sneaking around for weeks, apparently.”

Liam sighs, rubbing his temples like he’s already tired of the drama. But when he glances at you, his expression softens. “Well… at least it’s not some random stranger,” he mutters, almost to himself.

The teasing continues as the boys start listing all the “obvious” signs they’d apparently noticed—Niall’s lingering looks, your mysterious disappearances, the times you both emerged from the bunk area looking suspiciously disheveled.

“Could’ve been sneakier,” Liam points out with a shrug.

“Could’ve been louder,” Zayn quips with a smirk, earning a collective groan from everyone.

“Alright, enough,” Niall says, his grin firmly in place. He leans back against the bunk wall, pulling you closer with an arm around your shoulders. “You’re all just jealous I’ve got her and you don’t.”

“Jealous?” Louis says, his voice high-pitched with mock offense. “As if! I just can’t believe she puts up with you.”

“She doesn’t mind,” Niall says smugly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The boys groan again, their complaints drowned out by Louis declaring this his new favorite thing to tease you about.

You sigh, hiding your face in Niall’s shoulder as he chuckles softly, clearly enjoying every second of it. Life on tour just got a lot more complicated—but judging by the way Niall’s holding you close, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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deezbutz28 · 22 days ago

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Serendipity

a/n: heyyyy i’m in my comeback era lol. i know this isn’t my normal story but i hope you all like it!

FLUFF!!!

college harry and college y/n :)

a lil over 3k words

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Y/N had always loved the little things—those small comforts in life that made everything just a bit easier to handle. A warm cup of coffee on a cold morning, a good book, a quiet café—these were the things that kept her grounded during the hustle and bustle of college life. So, when she found The Java Joint on her new college campus, it quickly became her go-to spot. The cozy little café was tucked away in a corner of campus, offering a peaceful escape from the chaos of lectures and assignments.

Every morning, she would grab her backpack, shuffle to the café, and order her usual: a caramel latte with an extra shot. It became part of her routine, something she could rely on. But it wasn’t just the coffee that kept her coming back—it was him.

Harry Styles, the barista with the wild curls, kind eyes, and easy smile that made her heart do a little flip every time he greeted her.

The first time she noticed him was a few weeks into her first semester. He had smiled at her from behind the counter, his voice warm and inviting as he asked for her order. He had an easy confidence about him, effortlessly charming but not overbearing. It was the way he remembered her name the second time she came in, the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the room. Every time Y/N walked into the café, Harry’s bright smile greeted her like they were old friends, even though they barely knew each other.

It wasn’t like Y/N hadn’t tried to make conversation—she had. She would chat with him about her day, about her classes, about the weather—but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to their interactions. Something she didn’t quite understand yet.

One chilly October morning, Y/N shuffled into The Java Joint, still feeling groggy from an all-nighter spent studying for an exam. Her body craved coffee more than sleep, and she couldn’t resist the temptation. As usual, the place was busy, with students hunched over their laptops and exchanging quiet conversations. But Y/N’s attention immediately went to the counter, where Harry was working, his hands deftly moving as he made drink after drink.

“Morning, Y/N!” Harry greeted with a grin as she walked up to the counter.

“Morning,” she replied, leaning against the counter with a sigh. “I’m so tired today. I don’t even know how I managed to get out of bed.”

Harry chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling. “You and me both. Finals are coming up, huh?”

Y/N nodded, her eyes flickering to the row of pastries behind the counter. “Yeah, and I have a ton of projects. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost all concept of time at this point.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice slightly. “Don’t worry, you’ll make it through. Coffee is the secret to survival.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “If I didn’t have coffee, I don’t know how I’d function. Actually, scratch that—without you, I don’t think I’d make it.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Me, huh? What did I do to earn that kind of praise?”

“You remember my usual order,” Y/N said with a smile. “That’s impressive. Most people forget what I order after a few weeks, but you... you’ve got it down.”

He grinned, making her a cup of coffee with ease. “You’re one of my best regulars. You’re hard to forget.”

Y/N couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips as he slid her drink across the counter. She took the cup, savoring the warmth of it in her hands. “Thanks, Harry. You’ve just saved my day.”

“No problem,” he said, his voice light and playful. “Enjoy that latte. You’ve earned it.”

As Y/N turned to head toward her usual spot in the corner, she felt her heart race unexpectedly. The way Harry had looked at her just now—like she mattered—made her feel warm in a way that wasn’t just the coffee. But she shook off the thought, focusing on the relief that came with finally getting her caffeine fix.

The days that followed felt like a blur of exams, deadlines, and last-minute assignments. But every morning, Y/N made it a point to visit The Java Joint. She didn’t even have to order—Harry knew exactly what she wanted by the time she reached the counter.

One particular morning, she arrived later than usual. The café was crowded with students, all of them hunched over their laptops or chatting with friends. She stood in line, trying to catch her breath after rushing across campus, when Harry caught her eye from behind the counter. His lips curved into a smile the moment their eyes met.

“Y/N! The usual?” he called over the noise of the café.

She nodded, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that he knew her order by heart. “Yeah, I’m running late today. Can you make it a large?”

“You got it.” Harry’s smile widened, and he made her coffee without missing a beat. But this time, something felt different. There was a certain warmth in his gaze as he handed her the cup.

“Thanks, Harry,” Y/N said, offering him a small smile as she took her drink.

“Anytime,” he replied, his tone sincere. “You’ve got a big day ahead of you?”

“Yeah, a presentation and a paper due,” she explained, feeling a little guilty for not being more enthusiastic. “I’ll probably be at the library for the rest of the day.”

“Ugh, that sounds exhausting,” Harry said sympathetically. “But hey, you’ve got coffee, so you’re halfway there.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s true. Coffee always wins.”

As she walked toward the table by the window, her heart fluttered again. The way Harry had looked at her—there was something behind those brown eyes that made her feel like she was the only one in the room. She tried to shake the thought away, telling herself she was probably reading too much into it. After all, he was just being friendly, right?

But as the day went on, the thought lingered. There was something about the way Harry smiled at her, the way he took the time to remember her order, the way his eyes softened whenever she walked into the café. It was more than just a friendly gesture—it felt... personal.

The following week, after yet another hectic day, Y/N decided to stop by The Java Joint again. This time, there was a noticeable shift in the atmosphere. The café was quieter than usual, with only a handful of students scattered around. Harry was behind the counter, casually wiping down the counter when he saw her walk in.

“Hey, Y/N. You want your usual?” Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief.

Y/N smiled, but something was different this time. There was a feeling in the air—something electric. Maybe it was just the exhaustion settling in, or maybe it was the way Harry had looked at her just now. But Y/N felt her heart race in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

“Actually,” she said, hesitating for a moment. “Do you think you could make it... extra sweet today? I’m feeling a little adventurous.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Extra sweet, huh? You sure?”

She nodded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah, let’s see if you can handle it.”

“Challenge accepted,” Harry said with a playful grin. He set to work, making the drink with a little more care than usual. Y/N watched him, her heart skipping a beat. There was something magnetic about him, something that made it impossible to look away. The way he moved behind the counter—so effortlessly, so naturally—made it seem like he was in his element.

As he handed her the cup, he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. “Extra sweet, just like you asked.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the unexpected compliment, but she quickly recovered. “Thanks, Harry.”

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Definitely.”

The next few days felt like they passed in a blur of exams and assignments, but Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. Every time she walked into The Java Joint, it felt like there was this unspoken connection between them, something that made her heart race and her palms sweat.

Finally, on a quiet Friday morning, Y/N decided to take a chance. She had finished her last exam for the week and had a little free time before her next class. She walked into The Java Joint, hoping to catch Harry before he got too busy. As usual, he was behind the counter, and his face lit up when he saw her walk in.

“Y/N! What can I get for you today?” Harry asked with his signature grin.

“Actually,” Y/N said, taking a deep breath. “I was wondering... would you want to grab coffee outside of here sometime? Just the two of us?”

Harry’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked taken aback. But then, his face broke into a grin, and he stepped closer to the counter. "I’ve been waiting for you to ask," he said, his voice soft but playful.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected him to answer so quickly, and the way he looked at her made her heart skip a beat. "Really?" she asked, trying to sound casual, even though her pulse was racing.

"Yeah," Harry replied, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that made her feel like she was the only person in the room. "I’ve been thinking about asking you for a while, actually. Just... didn’t know if you were into the idea."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. For a second, she had been worried she might’ve misread the signs. But now that Harry was admitting he’d been thinking the same thing, she felt her nervousness melt away.

"So..." Harry began, his voice teasing, "coffee outside the café. When works for you?"

Y/N smiled, a playful gleam in her eye. "How about right now? I’ve got an hour free before my next class."

Harry raised his eyebrows, looking pleased. "Right now, huh? Bold move, I like it."

"Well," Y/N shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, "I figured if we’re gonna do this, we might as well do it now. No time like the present, right?"

"You’re absolutely right," Harry said, pushing himself away from the counter. He grabbed his jacket, which had been hanging on a nearby hook. "Let’s go, then."

Y/N followed him out of the café, feeling an excited flutter in her chest. As they stepped outside into the crisp autumn air, Harry turned to her with a grin.

“So, where are we going? You pick," he said, looking genuinely curious. "I’m happy to let you choose the place.”

Y/N paused for a moment, thinking. “There’s a little park just off campus. It’s not too far. I like it there, especially when it’s quiet.”

Harry smiled. “Sounds perfect. Lead the way.”

They walked side by side through campus, exchanging small talk and laughing over silly stories about their college experiences. Y/N found herself relaxing in a way she hadn’t expected. There was no awkward tension, no nerves. It felt natural, like they were simply two people who had known each other for much longer than they actually had.

As they reached the park, they found a bench by a small pond. The trees surrounding them were beginning to change colors, their leaves a vibrant mix of orange, yellow, and red. The air was crisp, and the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the park. It was the perfect setting, and Y/N felt like she was in a dream.

They sat down, their legs almost touching. Harry turned to her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “So, Y/N... What’s something about you that I don’t know yet?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the question. “Hmm... that’s a good one. I guess... I’ve always wanted to travel more. Like, really travel. Europe, Asia, South America... I want to see the world. I think it’s the one thing I’ve always been sure about.”

Harry nodded, his eyes soft as he listened. “I think that’s amazing. You’ve got that sense of adventure, huh?”

Y/N smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed by the vulnerability in her voice. “I guess I do. What about you? What’s something I don’t know about you?”

Harry hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering toward the pond before meeting her gaze again. “I think... I’ve always wanted to write songs. I’ve got this notebook full of lyrics and ideas, but I’ve never really shared them with anyone.”

Y/N was surprised. She had always known Harry was into music—she’d heard him talk about it a few times—but the idea of him being a songwriter felt... personal. “Wow, that’s incredible,” she said softly. “I didn’t know that.”

Harry smiled, a little shy now. “Yeah, it’s something I’m still working on. Maybe one day, I’ll show someone my stuff. But I guess it’s kind of a private thing for me.”

“You should definitely share it one day,” Y/N said, her voice sincere. “I’m sure it’s amazing.”

They sat in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the peaceful surroundings. The pond rippled gently in front of them, and a few ducks glided across the water. It was the kind of moment Y/N wished could last forever—simple, but perfect in its own way.

Eventually, Harry turned to her, his expression more serious now. “Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. “I’m really glad you asked me out. I’ve wanted to do this for a while, but I didn’t know if you felt the same. I really like you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his words. The way he was looking at her—so genuine, so open—made her feel like she was floating. “I like you too, Harry,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “More than I expected.”

Harry smiled, a mixture of relief and happiness in his expression. He reached for her hand, gently taking it in his. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, honestly. I didn’t want to make things weird by asking you out while I’m just the barista at The Java Joint, but... I’m glad I did.”

Y/N laughed, squeezing his hand. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, too. I was honestly starting to wonder if I was reading too much into things.”

Harry chuckled, the sound light and easy. “I guess we’re both a little shy when it comes to this kind of stuff.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad we took the leap.”

As they sat there, talking and laughing under the golden afternoon sun, Y/N realized that this—whatever it was between them—felt like something real. The connection she had with Harry was undeniable, and it wasn’t just about the coffee. It was the way he made her feel, the way they fit together in a way that seemed effortless, even though they hadn’t known each other for long.

After a while, Harry stood up and stretched, looking down at Y/N. “I don’t want to keep you from your next class, but I’d like to do this again sometime. You know, the coffee-and-chat thing.”

Y/N smiled, standing up beside him. “I’d love that. Same time next week?”

Harry grinned. “It’s a date.”

As they walked back toward campus, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t stop smiling. The whole day felt like a dream, and as she looked at Harry beside her, she knew this was just the beginning of something amazing.

In the weeks that followed, their relationship blossomed. They spent more time together, grabbing coffee before class, talking late into the night, and sharing their dreams and fears. And every time Y/N stepped into The Java Joint, it felt like the universe had conspired to bring them together. What had started with a simple coffee order had turned into something real—a bond neither of them had expected but both cherished.

And every time Harry made her a latte, with just the right amount of sweetness, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. After all, it was the little things—like a cup of coffee—that had brought them to this moment. And it was the little things that made her realize just how lucky she was to have found him.

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