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special {harry potter}

requested by anon: it's harry's birthday and you decide to take him to the beach to celebrate

character: harry potter x female reader

Harry didn't expect anything for his birthdays, a sad habit he'd learned from growing up with the Dursleys', he never expected nor wanted anything, he was content enough. Especially now that he had killed Voldemort once and for all and all was well in Hogwarts and in the Wizarding World.

It was just a few weeks previous had he been successful and Harry's world became a whirlwind of interviews, photoshoots and parties. Ron had clapped him on the back at one point, 'Get used to the parties, mate, cause you're 18 soon and that'll be the best one yet'. But Harry refused point blank.

"No parties, no photos, no presents... I just want a lie in. That's all I want."

Being Harry's girlfriend, you wanted to do something or give him something to celebrate but you knew how tired he was, how exhausted he was and how stressed he'd been for the last seven years so you decided to plan a little surprise trip. Nothing strenuous or wild, just a nice day out.

You let him sleep for as long as he wanted, it was his day and there was absolutely no rush to hurry him up. He looked so peaceful as he slept, no worries, no stresses. You stroked back his hair, pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead careful not to wake him before heading downstairs to prepare.

You were going to take Harry to the beach. He'd mentioned to you before that the one thing he always wanted as a child was to go to the seaside on a hot day, have a picnic, swim in the sea and build a sandcastle. He'd never had that growing up and he just wanted a normal slice of childhood so you were taking him to do all of those things.

Downstairs, you were preparing a picnic basket full of Harry's favourite foods to take with you. Chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, bacon sandwiches which were charmed to stay warm, strawberry tarts, sausage rolls, a small birthday cake, tea and apple juice. As you finished packing the basket, you grabbed a few more items and with a click, you apparated.

You landed safely on the beach to where you'd already set up a little gazebo type set up with a canopy, a picnic blanket and now you had the basket to go with it. You set the basket up and also took the buckets and spades you'd brought to lay them out. You had two towels set up for after swimming too. Everything was perfect.

You apparated back just in time for Harry to wake up and come downstairs. He padded over to you, wrapping strong arms around your body from behind as he rested his head on your shoulder, "There's the birthday boy," you said with a smile, turning to kiss his temple, "How'd you sleep?"

"So good," Harry yawned, "I needed that."

You turned to him, smiling up at his green eyes, "I have a little something planned. I know you didn't want anything big or expensive so it's not, I promise. It's something for the two of us, just us." Harry eyed you suspiciously but the corners of his mouth twitched letting you know that he wasn't annoyed, "Go get ready, no rush so take your time."

Fifteen minutes later and he was ready, "You promise it's not a party?" He said as you held his hand to apparate.

"I promise."

Click.

When Harry opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The seagulls squawked from above as the waves crashed into the rocks. The sun was warm on his skin and the gazebo that you'd set up looked perfect. He looked at you with the warmest of expressions, so full of awe, love and gratitude.

"You remembered," Harry murmured softly as he wrapped you in the tightest hug, "I... I love you so much."

"I've got everything; a picnic of your favourite foods, buckets and spades to build sandcastles, I've got us swimming costumes and towels to go in the sea," you said pulling back to gesture to everything, "you like it?"

"I love it."

The two of you started with the picnic, finishing almost everything in the basket before you moved to build sandcastles. Harry was loving every single second of this. For about an hour, he build sandcastles, creating his own version of Hogwarts. You adored watching the way his eyes lit up with joy and loved hearing the laughter that came from him. He had no worries, no stress; he was just having fun.

He kept pulling you in for tight hugs, telling you how much he appreciated this over and over again, thanking you with kisses and praise. He couldn't believe that this was real and this was happening. Harry had craved this ever since he was a young boy and now, at 18, he finally had it. He smiled over at you, watching as you carved some details into the sandcastle Hogwarts, you were helping him to heal his inner child one day at a time.

The sun was hot, beating down on the two of you, so quickly you scrambled up and started running, yelling behind you, "Last one to the sea has to eat a Ton-Tongue-Toffee!" Harry's laughter bellowed behind you as he started chasing you, feet fighting hard against the sand that so desperately tried to pull him down a few centimetres. You narrowly made it to the sea first, just by mere inches, as Harry's arms reached out and grabbed you around the waist, tugging you around as you laughed loudly. The two of you stumbled but managed to keep your balance as you waded in together, "Ha! You have to eat a Ton-Tongue-Toffee!"

Harry was quick to shake his head, "Absolutely not. I remember Dudley ate one after the twins dropped one in Privet Drive and oh my god, it was horrible, hilarious but horrible. Mr Weasley tried for about 15 minutes to help but my aunt and uncle refused. Eventually they let him but absolutely not."

The two of you spent a long time enjoying the water, swimming, using your wand to blow bubble bursts to push the other back, causing whirlpools to spin around in... Your laughter was loud as the two of you played in the sea. Harry watched as you plucked up some cool shells from the under your feet and showed him proudly. He'd never had a day like this, never experienced true happiness like this. Harry waded over to you and planted a hard kiss on your lips, "I love you so much for this," he murmured against your lips as you giggled.

The temperature started to cool as the sun began to set so you and Harry left the water, shooting blasts of hot air at each other to hurry up the drying process as you made your way back to the gazebo. Harry conjured up small fireballs and dotted them around the two of you to keep warm as you grabbed the blankets and set them up. The two of you lay down as you watched the sunset in silence. He was so grateful for you.

After years of torment, stress, fear and death, now, now things were okay. Things were happy now. You'd both lost a lot in the last few years but there was one thing that was certain; you and Harry were a team. Years of not being able to relax or take his foot off of 'go' and now he could, now he could rest and relax and just enjoy life like he should've been able to this whole time.

Harry was too preoccupied to notice what you were up to, hands twiddling and fidgeting. It wasn't until you were finished, holding up two matching string and seashell bracelets that he realised, "Happy birthday, Harry." Your grin was wide as was his, he happily took it and you tied it around his wrist and then he helped with yours, "I know it's not the best-"

"(y/n), it's the best present I've ever had," he told you honestly, "I love it. Thank you." You settled back into his arms once again as you relaxed again. The sun had set and Harry knew that it was time to go before it got too cold and before the tide came fully in. Selfishly, he wanted to stay. He wanted to stay here, with you in his arms, forever just in your own little bubble.

You seemed to sense his apprehensiveness about leaving, "We can come back," you suggested quietly, "it's summer so it'll still be nice and hot for a good month or two. Would you like that?"

Harry nodded with a smile, "God, yes."

So the two of you packed everything away, using the charm Hermione taught Harry to make the picnic basket bigger on the inside so that everything fit into it and you and Harry stood, hand in hand waiting for him to apparate the two of you. Harry spared one last look around before click and the two of you were back home in 12 Grimmauld Place.

You stretched out your tired muscles, it had been a lovely but long day, so you left the picnic basket on the kitchen table, you'd get it in the morning, and the two of you headed upstairs to bed. Once changed into your pyjamas, you slid under the cool sheets as Harry lay down beside you. You curled into him, smelling the salt from the sea on his skin, "Happy birthday, Harry," you whispered quietly, already feeling the tendrils of sleep reach out to take hold of you, "We've to go to the Weasley's tomorrow. You didn't really think Molly would let you not have a birthday cake and presents, did you?"

He didn't mind. He was on cloud nine, "Thank you for today," he said softly, "today meant more to me than I can ever tell you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and then you were sound asleep.

Harry was awake for another while after that. He found the excitement of the day had him awake, replaying building sandcastles and having a picnic and chasing you to the sea... He loved every single second of it and wanted to live in this moment forever, this perfect content bubble of happiness.

Eventually, Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile on his face and all was well.

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I. PRINCESS

Charlotte’s eyes fluttered shut, eyeshadow being painted on her tired lids in the makeup chair. Her head felt heavy from the rollers tucked in her hair, her body lulling itself back to sleep from having to keep her eyes closed. “Oh, darling, you’re looking beautiful!” Her makeup artist, an older lady with purple highlights, gushed loudly, her clap piercing the thick morning air.

She opened her eyes to plaster a fake smile on her lips, laughing gently at her artist’s reaction. “Thank you,” she said softly, puckering her lips so the gloss slid on easier.

Despite her eyes being closed, she felt a pair of eyes glaring at her from across the room—she always felt that, though it was much more prominent this morning. She had a theory it was because he overslept a little; hair and makeup started at six, and Harry hadn’t reported down in the lobby until 5:58. Not that Charlotte cared; she knew it must be extremely annoying to keep tabs on her every day, but Harry was always punctual.

The shoot was only a few minutes away, and had much less clothing than she knew when she signed up for it. It made her extremely uncomfortable and her hands sweat, but she knew her manager would kill her if she backed out now.

So, here Charlotte was, the dawn of the morning climbing up the horizon, sitting in a white puffy robe with a full face of makeup. Her nerves were skyrocketing—the studio was packed with people she’d never seen before, all waiting and watching her every move. She was sure there was a plethora of paparazzi outside and it had her breaking out in a cold sweat.

Harry, her bodyguard, closed in to sit beside her as people began coming up to her, running over concepts, asking for signatures, touching up her makeup and hair. She knew he got iffy when anyone got too close, and she couldn’t call him a stickler—the reason he was hired was because of a fan that seemed to know her every location, found her number, and began sending questionable letters to her.

It was one person in particular, though, that had Harry tensing up. “Well, this is a topless shoot, so you can keep your robe on when you’re just walking through the studio. Jean here has to contour your chest, though. Would you like to do it in private?”

Charlotte’s head whipped over to Harry. She thought this was a lingerie shoot, not a topless shoot. “Harry?” Her voice cracked slightly. His jaw ticked.

“Did you know this?” His voice was hard—it was always intimidating, but now even she was scared. She shook her head slightly.

“Did you?” She asked, dreading the answer. From his reaction, she assumed he didn’t know this either, but she knew he was close with her manager. And this, for sure, is something her manager would pull. “Um, is it possible to maybe… not be topless?” Charlotte ripped her eyes away from Harry and back to the man in front of her, though she knew Harry’s intimidating glare hadn’t shifted from her figure.

The man stifled a laugh as he shook his head. “We paid for a topless shoot, honey,” he replied, not giving Charlotte a chance to respond before walking away. Her eyes widened, a frown falling onto her lips. Topless? She knew the world had seen a lot of her; from runways with belts as shirts to photoshoots with men in compromising positions, they’d seen everything.

But never something so intimate. She would show the world if she wanted to show the world, but after years of ridicule and vicious attacks, her body was not something she was very comfortable in. It made her sick to think about—giving the world something to laugh at her about.

She turned to her bodyguard, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He looked at her, his usual stony expression cracking slightly to show pure hopelessness in his eyes. “He’ll fire me,” Harry said quietly. Charlotte knew it was true; if Harry helped her escape this shoot, she’d never see him again.

Charlotte nodded slightly. “Can you… maybe not look, though? If that’s okay. You’ll probably see the shoot anyway, it’s just…” she huffed in frustration at being unable to spit out the words plaguing her mind.

“Of course. I’ll be right here if you need me,” Harry agreed. He was never known for being the softest—his friends would laugh at him if they heard his tone of voice when speaking to Charlotte, but he didn’t care. The sweet girl was under his care, trusting him fully with her safety, and he had now failed her with a dumb photoshoot she definitely did not need.

He watched as she pranced through the studio, standing still as people tugged curlers out of her long hair, holding onto the edge of her bathrobe as she took directions from the director of the shoot, chewing on her plump, pink lip.

Every few minutes, he’d tear his eyes from her figure to survey the room around her. Anger spiked when he caught people’s eyes lingering on her like he had been; he hated that he couldn’t cover her up in his jacket and usher her out of the shitty establishment before she caught the attention of every person here.

Right as she was tugging on the belt of her robe, her eyes met Harry’s. He quickly turned away, focusing on the exit door as his skin prickled and his fingers curled into a fist. She was standing behind him, the only garment on her body a tiny pair of panties, looking like his fucking wet dream and he couldn’t turn to look.

Obviously, he’d rather not see her like that in this setting. He wanted her to want it, wanted her to climb into his bed down the hall from hers and whisper dirty secrets as he took care of her in all aspects. He wanted to protect her from every outside source, every devilish activity in this world.

And he wasn’t. Right now, she was doing something that made her sick and uncomfortable, and he couldn’t stop it. He wasn’t doing his job—he was hired to protect her, right? And she didn’t seem very protected, did she?

Harry’s jaw locked. What if he shut the shoot down? Would she be angry at him? The ‘E’ on the exit sign was flickering red and blank, staring him down almost as if it was taunting him. He wanted to grab her and carry her out of that door and away from the creeps that designed this shoot; he was sure they would make millions from this and give Charlotte the smallest sliver.

His head was spinning, filling his ears with the sound of ocean water so loud he couldn’t feel his nails digging into his palm until trickles of blood streamed down his fingers. He closed his eyes for a moment, shivering softly. He needed to get a grip—this was his client, and he was a professional.

“Harry?” The voice behind him had him whipping around, crazy eyes quickly assessing her for any injuries despite her being gone for less than fifteen minutes. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” She laughed softly, tugging her robe tighter around her petite frame. “There’s sandwiches in the break room, so I brought you one.”

Harry’s eyes softened as his body deflated. “Thanks, Charlotte,” he said quietly, taking the sandwich. “Is it as horrible as you thought?” He didn’t really want to know the answer, and judging by her expression, he already knew it.

“Worse,” she said simply.

—

The ride home was quiet. She was silent, staring out the window as Harry gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Charlotte felt like a child being chastised, and sunk deeper into her seat to avoid accidentally looking at his disappointed face.

Sometimes having Harry around felt like she was constantly disappointing him. He never spoke much, and never disapproved outwardly of Charlotte’s antics, but he also never tried to engage with her. It was like he saw her as a paycheck.

Except that one night. That one night where she swore Harry thought of her as more. She had been leaving an event early in hopes of escaping the nagging paparazzi, but it wasn’t the case. Harry was close behind her, dressed in a black suit with his hand guiding her towards the car waiting.

But then the hand got closer, or her body was drawn towards it, and it eventually fell to her hip. He gripped the skin tightly, almost possessively, and glared at any paparazzi who would mention the action. And when he helped her into the car, he leaned close to her with a soft ask of, “do you need help?”

Charlotte thought she imagined that night. Harry never touched her since, never looked at her with the same fondness. She reduced his actions down to pity. He pitied her, seeing how she was practically an act in a circus, constantly being looked at. That was why he was so kind—not because he thought she was attractive. And Charlotte didn’t care about this night because she definitely did not think he was attractive.

Her eyes wandered from the tattoos snaking up his arms to the chain wrapped loosely around his neck to his face, which was hardened and stony. “Are you angry with me?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. It didn’t seem plausible, but it would explain his behavior.

Harry looked over at her. “No,” is all he responded. She nodded, but stayed silent.

—

She woke up the next morning to complete silence, like usual, with the only presence being Harry holed up in his room. Last night she vaguely remembered Harry talking angrily on the phone with someone when she passed his door on her way to the bathroom, which might have explained his curt attitude.

Trotting down the stairs in the cotton pajama set of shorts and a tank with a large knitted cardigan, she tied her hair back loosely and started the coffee maker. Her apartment overlooked the city, a view she was sure people would kill for, but it just made her feel small. Down below, there would be paparazzi waiting there for her, drooling at the thought of making a profit off of unflattering photos of her.

She was sure there was not a single soul on Earth that wanted her for nothing more than her presence. Harry wanted her money, paparazzi wanted her fame, her manager wanted her image. Charlotte couldn’t even remember the last time she went on a date where he didn’t mention her list of accomplishments or her net worth.

“Charlotte,”

The voice startled her, her eyes widening as she whipped around. “Harry, oh my God,” she laughed softly, hand covering her heart as her eyes crinkled in a smile. “Good morning.”

Harry tilted his head at her. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I didn’t know that was the photoshoot,” he started walking towards her, frown prominent on his face. His hair was a bit more unruly than usual, like he had been tugging at the strands and making them frizz. His eyes had a red ring around them, his lips chapped and bitten.

Charlotte frowned. “It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” She offered kindly. “I agreed to it,”

Harry scoffed. “Your manager agreed to it,” he corrected. “I was looking into canceling it. I know the pictures are already taken, but I was thinking I could convince them not to release it.” His eye contact was so intimidating Charlotte had to look away, blinking down at the tile on the floor of her kitchen.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure it’s impossible, anyway,” she laughed humorlessly.

Harry slid into the barstool on the other side of the island. “Yeah, that’s what they told me.” He grabbed a cup of coffee Charlotte offered, thanking her quietly.

If Charlotte thought hard enough, it felt domestic. He lived with her, spent meals with her, drove her everywhere. Of course, it was only because he was paid to, but sometimes she thought that was the closest she’d ever get to a long-term partner. She rarely got into conversations with him that didn’t involve her safety or her agenda for the week, but his presence was always there, and it seemed to calm her.

Harry watched as she hesitantly peered out the window at the crowd below them, then opened the cabinet to read the nutrition label on the granola bar she pulled out. He furrowed his eyebrows—she always did that, and he always caught her frowning at her appearance in the mirror, like she hated what stared back. It made him angry; millions of people saw how beautiful she was—he saw how beautiful she was, why couldn’t she see it?

She didn’t know, but he noticed all of her quirks. He noticed how she always tied a bow in her hair before an interview (he swore she thought it was good luck), how she hated smoothies but always drank them when one of her pilates friends would drag her to the health bar, how her favorite perfumes were always flowery with a pink tint. He even knew that her favorite flowers were white tulips, even though he’d never seen anyone buy her any.

He watched in soft yearning as she huffed at the calories written on the bar before tossing the empty wrapper in the trash and disappearing into the hallway. She was getting more frustrated and upset by the day, he noticed. She needed help.

—

That night, Charlotte was ready to rip her hair out. Her eyes were so heavy she swore she fell asleep on the elevator up to her apartment, her heels squishing her feet into inhuman shapes. Harry was permitted to leave early since they had dinner with her manager, and she was almost certain he was in bed by now despite the early hour—Harry was a man of routine.

She pushed open the door, sighing softly in relief when she kicked off her shoes and pulled her hair from its tight ponytail. When she wandered into the kitchen, though, something caught her eye.

A wicker basket filled to the brim with candy, a bouquet of white and pink tulips sitting just beside it. Her eyes widened and her heart plummeted. What if it was her stalker? What if he had found her apartment?

It was only until she noticed the crude scrawl of Harry’s handwriting that her fear subsided and a new, overpowering feeling collapsed in her chest. The note attached to the tulips read;

Hi Charlotte,

Hope you like these flowers, they smell like your perfume. I know this week was tough, maybe these tulips and candies will help. I’m always here for you.

Love,

Her lip wobbled as her eyes filled with tears, her thumbs digging into the thin paper as she read the note over and over again, memorizing each dip of his pen and mistakes in his penmanship.

Harry was quiet, never revealing his feelings towards her. This could be anything from a professional helping hand to a jaded spill of his feelings. She had no clue, but she knew the note accomplished what it intended to do—she didn’t feel alone anymore.

Harry was here. Harry noticed her. Harry wanted to help.

Tears spilled from her eyes and created wet spots on the note, forcing Charlotte to look away and peer into the basket. She wrinkled her nose at the sheer amount of junk food, piled to the brim of a large basket intended for fruits. Letting her curiosity overcome her, she picked up a chocolate bar and flipped it over.

Only to find that the nutrition label had been blacked out by Sharpie, run over multiple times to make the marker opaque. Her heart lurched as she quickly grabbed a bag of gummy worms, flipping it over to find the same fate.

Harry had blacked out every single nutrition label on the gifts he had given her.

Charlotte let her tears flow freely now, knowing Harry will hear her burst of emotion and most likely regret ever extending an olive branch, but she couldn’t seem to care. With shaky hands and teary eyes, she placed the tulips in a vase and placed it on the windowsill, kneeling down in front of it to admire each flower against the backdrop of a dark city.

“Got my gifts?” Harry was leaning against the doorway of the living room, hands shoved in the pockets of his red plaid pajama pants, curls tucked behind his ears.

Charlotte whipped around, sniffling softly. “That was so sweet, Harry. I love everything,” she gushed, eyes watering once more at the reminder that this boy in front of her cared enough to reach out to her. “I don’t want them to ever die.” She laughed, looking back at the bundle of tulips tucked against her window.

Harry swore his cheeks began to heat despite never blushing before. “You know I have your back, right? Not just because it’s my job,” Harry’s voice was quiet; he said it was because he never spoke and had a hard time projecting his voice, but he knew it was because he was nervous.

Charlotte turned back to him, rising back to her feet. “You don’t have to lie,” she said softly. “I know it’s part of your job. I’m happy either way,”

Harry frowned. What didn’t she understand? He was obsessed with her, he needed her to know. “Sending you flowers isn’t in my job description, Charlotte.” He prompted, taking his hands from his pockets and crossing his arms in front of him. The usual stony expression crossed his features as he stared down at her, his posture straightening to tower over the small girl.

“Then why else would you?” Charlotte was confused. She paid him—that was why he stayed. Every smile and jive between them was simply for a paycheck to her.

Harry sighed, shaking his head. “Sleep on it and figure it out, princess.” He turned back towards the hallway, not looking back once as he closed the door to the bedroom behind him.

Charlotte groaned, leaning back against the window and closing her eyes for a moment. Princess. It wasn’t the first time he’d called her that nickname—she assumed it was because she was prissy and under constant surveillance, but she never asked Harry the origin. She was afraid of the answer she’d receive if she asked.

But his tone of voice sent shivers down her spin. Figure it out, princess. He seemed just as frustrated as her; they never communicated like normal people, but they’d never had a problem with their limited conversations until now.

Had he noticed all those times she would watch him do push-ups in the living room? Had he finally read through her gestures of gripping his hand when he guided her through crowds of people? She was embarrassed if he had—although she’d disguised every touch and excuse to stay near him as a way to feel safe, she knew it was much more than that.

Her dream that night left her covered in sweat, waking up at one with the sheets tangled around her feet. She ripped off the hoodie that was now drenched and laid in her tank, staring at the ceiling.

She barely slept for two hours, her mind running with every possible meaning behind Harry’s. And the obvious seemed the most plausible—he was into her. She wasn’t stupid, she knew it was a possibility, it just seemed so far-fetched. Sure, she’d never seen Harry with a girl since he moved in a few months ago, but she thought he was maybe in a dry spell. It’s not like she had been with a guy, though she blamed it on the fact she only seemed to attract assholes—not on the fact that she was crazy attracted to the boy a few doors down.

Nerves flowed through her steadily as she rose to her feet, the cold hardwood stinging her toes as she quietly peered down the hallway. Harry’s light wasn’t on, she was sure he was sleeping. But she needed to talk to him; the delirium from the lack of sleep was kicking in, and she was confident enough to make stupid decisions at this moment.

The knock on his door was so loud it made her cringe. It was loud enough to wake Harry, who groggily sprinted towards the door while grabbing his gun from his nightstand. His shoulders dropped when he opened the door just to see his small girl chewing nervously on her lips. “Oh my fuck, Charlotte, I thought you were in danger.” He groaned groggily, dropping his gun down on the top of the wardrobe and opened the door wider for her.

“I’m sorry,” her eyes were impossibly large, like the motion startled her into a more clear headspace. “I just… had a thought.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up, watching as she struggled to rip her eyes away from his shirtless, tattoo-covered chest. He always slept shirtless, hating the way the fabric would twist and turn around him when he slept, though with the way Charlotte was staring at him like he was a ghost, he figured he should dress himself.

“Wait! You don’t have to—” she cut herself off, cheeks flaming bright red as Harry paused from grabbing a t-shirt from the floor of his room. “I mean, I’m not bothered by it, but if you’re more comfortable.”

He let out a soft laugh. He knew why she was here. “What’s your thought, Charlotte? It’s late,” he prompted her gently, dropping back onto his bed and leaning back until he was halfway propped up on his pillows.

Charlotte blushed, her tongue suddenly tied. The confidence seemed to be draining her like a dam that had broken, and she was now felt as small as she looked. Squeezing her fingers together and rocking back and forth on her feet, she forced out the question plaguing her mind. “Are you into me?” She blurted out, the sentence coming out choppy and uncharacteristically loud.

He cracked a smile—had she ever seen him smile before? “What do you think?” He asked.

She wanted to kill him and his stupid smile.

“Harry,” she groaned. “Just answer,” she squinted at him in complete annoyance, crossing her arms and staring at him with a glare so powerful Harry felt a laser boring into his face.

“Yeah, princess. I’ve watched you get less than you deserve for so long, I just… it’s not fair. You deserve everything,” he sighed, finally admitting what had been weighing heavily on his mind from the first time he met her.

Charlotte hesitantly lowered herself so she was perched on the very edge of his bed. “I’m pretty sure the entirety of the world disagrees with you.” She said with a soft frown, holding onto her stubbornness so she wouldn’t have to confront her own feelings.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t care. It’s me and you against the world, anyway,” he sat up, his presence suffocating her as he leaned in the slightest bit. “Look, Charlotte, if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. But I want to show you that you don’t have to hold onto this scared thought that everyone is against you. I’m not,”

Her lip wobbled once more as she tore her eyes away from Harry’s and settled them on the white fluff of his bedding. His tattooed hand was inches from where her knees were folded though didn’t dare touch her.

Surprisingly, it was Charlotte who made the first move. She slid her hand into his, like she’d done hundreds of times, and pulled it into her lap. He wordlessly rubbed the softest circles against the back of her hand, his eyes trained on hers despite her head being fully faced downward.

“Can I sleep here?” She finally asked. “Because I think I’m into you, but I need a trial run.” She teased playfully, meeting his eyes and squeezing his hand as tight as possible before releasing it playfully.

Harry rolled his eyes, but opened the covers for her to dip into. “Making sure the mattress doesn’t have a pea hiding under it, princess?” He teased, watching as she kicked off her fuzzy cream-colored slippers and slipped under the sheets, her legs bumping his.

She pouted. “Why do you call me that? Is it a mean nickname?” She asked, laying on her back with her hair fanning out into a crown, Harry’s elbow which was propping himself up just inches from her temple.

“No, it’s just… you’re a princess. It’s a good thing,” he explained with a soft shrug. “Royalty,” he added like it was an afterthought.

Charlotte blushed, reaching up to trace soft circles over the tattoo painted across his chest. “Princess,” she reciprocated thoughtfully. “How did you know my favorite flowers?”

Harry’s eyes traced her figure, drinking in every detail of her silhouette. “I know all your favorite things. Peanut butter ice cream, coffee with vanilla, a really dark color of blue—”

She cut him off with a kiss. A long, passionate kiss she tried to pour everything she couldn’t say into. He noticed her, even when she thought she was hiding herself. And he didn’t use it against her; he used it for her. She nudged her nose against his, shivering when he climbed over her, transferring his weight to both elbows so he hovered over her.

He was everywhere—his hair falling into her face, his scent enveloping her senses, his belly pressed against hers. “—how you haven’t kissed anyone since that stupid photoshoot in Rome.” He finished, pulling away with the softest smirk.

Charlotte tucked his curls behind his ear. “Guess I have to make up for lost time,” she answered cheekily. “I thought you left that photoshoot early, though.” She pouted, finding it hard to focus when her eyes kept drifting back to his lips, now slightly swollen and a shade darker than previously.

Harry shook his head. “Had to go break something,” he answered before rolling off of her. “He was getting too touchy.”

Charlotte let him lay beside her, his hand traveling down to hold onto her thigh. He was touchy, she noticed. Not that she minded; it gave her peace of mind knowing Harry was right there, knowing she was safe with him. “Yeah, he was,” she agreed softly. “I love those flowers. And the candy,”

Harry smiled. “I’m glad,” he replied.

—

She woke up warm, a heavy arm thrown across her stomach, a steady presence pressed against her back. She couldn’t stop smiling, her hand touching the thick one on her belly, the back of her thighs pressed against the front of his.

He was breathing heavily, a soft snore emitting every few seconds. She thought it was cute, though. Somehow, he looked intimidating even in his sleep—not to her, though. He looked like her protector even in his sleep.

When she shifted slightly to grab her phone off the nightstand, his grip tightened and his breathing pattern became interrupted. “Not yet,” he mumbled sleepily, pulling her back into his chest. His voice was raspy, his eyes still closed.

Charlotte swore her face would split in half if she smiled any bigger. “Harry, I’m hot,” she whined softly. “Let me go.” She giggled, elbowing him gently. Harry groaned louder, his hands tightening around her waist.

Huffing in annoyance, she flipped over in his arms and faced him, reaching up to tap his lips with her pointer finger. After the sixth or seventh tap, Harry finally opened his eyes. “Let me sleep, princess.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it into his chest, his eyes fluttering shut once more.

“Can I still kiss you today?” Charlotte asked, biting back a laugh when his eyes flew open and he nodded vigorously. “That means you have to wake up, though,” she reasoned, pulling her hand from his loose grip.

“I’m awake,” he answered, eyes widening as he tried to blink the sleep away. She granted him with a soft peck, though his dissatisfied groan had her deepening the kiss, their tongues tangling together in a hasty rage of trying to get closer.

Her mind was spinning and blank all at once, thoughts filled with different shades of Harry. His hands tugged at her cotton tank, falling to the hem of her matching shorts, then back to the strap of her shirt. He moved from her lips to her jaw, down her neck, then to her shoulder, all the while leaving a trail of sloppy kisses.

She gasped, letting him push her onto her back as he worshiped her skin, finding every nook that made her twitch or let out a breathy moan. When he dipped down to her collarbone, she arched her back. “What? You want more?” He teased, his large hand fanning out across her stomach, dangerously close to her peaked nipple.

She nodded excessively. “Please, Harry,” she whispered, then paused, backing up slightly. He froze too, eyes snapping to hers.

“What’s up?” He asked, her fingers digging into his shoulders where she was grabbing him.

“I wish you were the only one to see me like this,” she groaned, head falling back on the pillow with her eyes closing in embarrassment.

Anger flashed in Harry’s eyes. “I never looked, you know,” he said quietly. “Felt disrespectful. And I’ve been trying to cancel the release. They’re being bitches, though.” He added, climbing up her body so their eyes were level.

“You’re perfect,” she said quietly. “Like, really perfect.”

Harry laughed. “Charlotte, I punched a door because some random dude kissed you for a shoot.” He rolled his eyes. Charlotte instantly missed his warmth when he rolled away from her.

“I think that’s hot,” she stated, sitting up and running her fingers through her tangled hair. Harry laid on his back, hands folded over his sternum. “And… if you’ve never looked…”

His head shot up when he felt her climb into his lap, ass resting dangerously close to his crotch as she tugged on his wrists. He couldn’t seem to form words when he saw her play with the hem of her tank top, pulling it up just enough to show a sliver of her belly. “Charlotte…” he warned, eyes locked on every inch of skin that was slowly becoming more exposed.

“What?” She asked innocently, tugging the fabric up the rest of the way and leaving her top bare, the chill pebbling her nipples. He let out a strangled groan, eyes fluttering closed before opening once more, like he was addicted to her.

He pulled himself up, hands grabbing at her hips as he smashed his lips onto hers once more. It was all passion and heavy breaths, her hands shaking as she arched herself into him, craning her neck to meet his kisses.

Morning light filtered through the windows as he dipped down to continue his trail of kisses until he found her breasts, kissing sloppily against the flesh as she leaned back to give him more room. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered, laying her back and palming her breasts as he trailed hot kisses down her stomach.

She was starting to get restless, bending her legs at the knees as they opened just wide enough for Harry to push himself between them. “How long has it been, princess?” He asked, thumb resting just barely over the wet spot in her shorts.

She bucked her hips against it for any semblance of relief. “I-I don’t remember,” she stuttered, pupils blown out as she waited with a tense stomach for Harry’s next move.

“Been that long, sweetheart? Must be aching for me, then, yeah?” He teased, watching as she unashamedly nodded, her head bobbing and falling back as he pressed his thumb against her clit, hard enough it had her moaning out.

“Aching, yeah,” she repeated mindlessly. “Can you take my shorts off? Please, please?” Charlotte asked, Harry groaning softly at her willingness to comply. She was dirtier than he thought, and it made him harder than a rock. He swore he’d never been so turned on in his life.

He slid the cotton down her legs, pushing the white cotton of her undies back. She was dripping wet, her body practically singing for him as she wiggled her hips in a sorry attempt to gain non-existent friction.

“Want my tongue, Char?” He asked, voice deep and pained as he stared at her heat, fingers digging into her thigh so hard he was sure he’d leave bruises. Bruises he made, bruises everyone would see and wonder. But they would know.

“Please,” she slid her fingers through his curls, tugging at them and sending a shiver down his spine. “I’ve h-had dreams about you—a-about this,” she gasped when he dove into her, tongue thrashing through her slit and sucking on her clit.

He took his time, finding what made her legs shake and how to make her breath hitch. “Dreams about me? I’m flattered, princess,” he pulled away, her wetness dripping down his chin, his pupils dilated and his finger haphazardly finding her clit and rubbing in brutal circles as he caught his breath.

The rhythm had her legs twitching uncontrollably, a breathy laugh falling from her lips. “Y-yeah, oh my God, Harry, can I have a kiss?” She removed her hands from his hair and back down to his shoulders, hips bucking against his fingers as he moved back up her body to kiss her hard. Hard enough his lips would be bruised and sore.

The second he dipped his fingers inside her and curled them against her walls, she pulled away and slid her nails down his chest. “Gonna cum,” she whispered, her voice already fucked-out as he kept up the mindbending pace, lips attaching to her jaw.

The noise that escaped her throat as her body contracted and tensed around him had him thinking he died and went to heaven. Her warmth flooded over his hand as she shook and whimpered softly, sloppily meeting his lips with her eyes closed. “Holy shit, I need to be inside you or I think I’ll die.” He groaned, hands shaking and eyes shutting as he shuddered when Charlotte’s greedy hands tugged at the hem of his sweats, pulling them down his thighs.

“Please, H,” she whispered.

There was only a split second when their bodies were pulled apart so Harry could situate them, but it felt like forever. “Gonna be good? I don’t wanna hurt you,” Harry asked, hands climbing to the underside of her ass and tugging her against him.

The view was sinful—her petite, flawless body pressed against his dark swirls of ink and scars—and only made it hotter for Harry. “So good,” she promised, hair now a frizzy mess around her head.

He pushed himself in slowly, pausing as her features pinched up in pain. “Wait, wait,” she whispered gently, letting him fold himself over her body to kiss her forehead. “You’re so big, oh my fuck.” She gasped as he moved forward another inch.

She was so tight and hot, his entire body was on edge. He couldn’t come now, that’d be horribly embarrassing, but he swore it was almost inevitable as she gripped him impossibly tighter. “Princess, relax,” he said gently. “Let me in, baby, it’s okay.”

Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, frowning in a soft pout. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to—”

“You’re okay, silly girl. Just need you to relax a bit, hm?” He asked softly, tapping her hip as he pushed further. Her muscles relaxed—finally, Harry thought he was going to suffocate—and he slid all the way in, breathing hard through his nose as he struggled to regulate his breathing. “Fuck, Char, you’re incredible,” he groaned, giving her a testing thrust and watching as her mouth dropped open, her eyebrows furrowing.

It took him a minute to find her sweet spot. He was concentrating, moving her legs at different angles and watching how she reacted. When she spasmed and whimpered, her arms flailing out to grab onto his wrists on her hips, he knew he found it. “What is that—” she gasped out in shock, throwing her head back as Harry pounded into that spot over and over, his hands tightening and his eyes closing.

“No one’s ever fucked you like I have, yeah? Can’t find your sweet spot like I can?” He taunted, watching as she squirmed beneath him, pushing back on his thrusts as her body jolted forward. “Can you feel me in your tummy, baby?”

Charlotte whimpered, opening her eyes to show a hazy sheen, her head lulling to the side. But she complied with his request, one of her hands sliding down her belly to touch just below her belly button.

It was subtle, but she felt a soft thud every time Harry pushed into her—and it had her drenched. “Oh my God, H, feel,” she grabbed one of his hands and put it beneath hers. He pressed his hand deeper against her belly, meeting his cock beneath her stomach.

“Princess, I’m not gonna—fuck, Char, can’t squeeze me like that,” Harry shut his eyes tight once more, dropping his head to her shoulder as she giggled playfully. “You’re so perfect,” he mumbled so quiet it was almost like she wasn’t supposed to hear his confession.

Charlotte gasped, a knot tugging against her belly as Harry’s thrusts got sloppier, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing uncoordinated circles. “Please, I’m gonna cum, H, please, please,” she chanted, though was sure her words were just a jumbled mess of vowels at this point.

Her body felt like jelly as she came around him, his fingers making her immediately over sensitive as bursts of flowers bloomed around her eyes. “Oh my God, Charlotte, fuck,” she vaguely heard Harry’s grunts as he spilled into her, buried so deeply inside she could feel the contents of him slide through her.

She was twitching with aftershocks as he collapsed on top of her, hips bucking in sensitivity as he rested his head on the pillow beside her. “Jesus Christ,” he finally spoke, picking his head up to meet her eyes.

She smiled lazily. “I feel so good right now,” she giggled softly, reaching up to play with his curls. He slid out of her only to lay so close he might as well have kept himself tucked up inside her warmth, letting Charlotte play with his hair as if time was nothing more than a distant concept.

“I like that name. H,” Harry hummed, squeezing her hip. “Gonna keep calling me that, princess?”

Charlotte blushed, turning on her side to face him. “Only when you deserve it, Harry,”

—

Harry grabbed her hand, tugging her behind him as she used his body as a shield against the cameras. She was leaving an event early, an idea she asked Harry to execute for her. She had one too many vodka crans and her vision was hazy, and if she stayed any longer she knew she’d accidentally flash someone with the tiny dress her manager made her wear.

“Watch your step, princess,” Harry warned, eyes widening in shock as she tripped over her heels trying to climb into the car. She huffed in annoyance, looking back at his stony face (a face she’d grown to hate once she saw what his smile looked like) and turned pink in embarrassment. “Up you go.” He said teasingly, grabbing her waist and lifting her into the car.

Before she could chastise him, he had the door shut and was on his way to the other side. “Got tipsy,” she grinned at him as he started the car.

It had been three days since that morning, and they didn’t seem to speak about it, but things had changed. They were so busy they barely had time to speak about business, let alone pleasure. She slept in her room, but she never slept as well as that night she spent in Harry’s. Sometimes, late at night, she debated sneaking into his room again, but she always chickened out.

“Am I gonna have to hold your hair while you puke tonight, Your Majesty?” Harry teased, sliding his hand to her thigh comfortably and squeezing the flesh there playfully.

“No, lady’s don’t puke, silly goose.” She swatted at his hand as she looked out the window. “But tomorrow morning’s meeting is going to be rough.” She giggled gently, her eyes widening at the thought of showing up hungover to the weekly talk with her manager.

They fell into a serene silence, but Charlotte’s mind was whirring. Harry hadn’t made any sort of move to touch her again after that—sure, he’d hold her thigh when he was driving or her hand when he was navigating her through crowds, but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to repeat that morning over and over until she was satisfied. Which would never happen, but she wouldn’t admit that to Harry yet.

The city roads were strangely empty, and she found herself watching Harry’s hand as it turned the wheel smoothly, lifting up to rub his chin or run it through his hair when they were stopped. It made her stomach flip and her fingers shake.

“Why are you avoiding me?” She blurted out—and immediately blamed the outburst on alcohol.

Harry turned toward her for a moment. “Char,” he said softly, sighing. “You’re technically my boss.”

She frowned. “I didn’t hire you,” she reasoned. “My manager did.”

Harry groaned, dropping his head to the seat rest at a red light. “It’s not that I’ll get fired for seeing you, it’s that your manager will probably kill me.” He said finally, his jaw clicking. “He’s been trying to set up some relationship between you and actual royalty in England, princess. I can’t keep you,”

Her eyes began to water, her jaw dropping. She knew Harry had meetings without her, but she never thought about what they could be talking about. But dating a prince was not something she thought could be a topic of discussion.

Until it all clicked. Princess.

Bile rose in her throat.

“Oh,” she managed to choke out, a few tears slipping down her cheeks, her thigh beginning to burn where Harry was touching her. He quickly removed his hand, deciding to grip the gear shift instead. Her mouth opened a few times, but when nothing came out, she abandoned her attempts.

“I just want the best for you,” he said quietly. “And if it’s safe in some prissy kingdom with a prince that has better security than me, then I want that for you.” Harry pulled into the parking garage of her apartment, the silence in the car becoming suffocating.

Charlotte didn’t speak to him for the rest of the night. She fell into a fitful sleep and woke up with a nasty headache, dreading the moment Harry would emerge from his room and she’d have to see his handsome face; the face she had only once.

Her tulips were wilted and drooping, the water in the vase almost completely evaporated, but she made no attempt to refill the glass. As a future princess, she was sure she’d get many more flowers, she couldn’t be arsed to take care of them as if they were priceless.

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Hey everyone. Here’s a small update. I hope you’re enjoying my writing. I think I’m going to start posting on Mondays and start a little set schedule for this. Don’t forget to submit your requests. Thank you and Happy Reading!

Harry was angelic. A sex god. When he performed on stage, he had everyone at the palm of his hand. The way he commanded the stage and had every fan screaming his name was a sight to see. It turned you on in ways you couldn't explain. You were very fortunate that you were able to travel with him and watch him perform almost every night. You always stood on the side of the stage, dancing and singing along to his music.

One thing that you and he did after every show was go up to your hotel room and order room service. He was always hungry after his shows. One thing he didn't do during the tour was drink. He tried not going out to clubs, unless he had to, and drink or stay up super late. He enjoyed his quiet time and tried to rest the most that he could. You tried to make that possible for him the best you could. Your relationship to Harry has been a secret for quite some time, the only people who knew were his closest friends and family. You liked it this way, you didn't have to worry about meeting a certain perspective to the world. His fans were always sweet to you, thankful that Harry had a "friend" to look after him. That's what you were to the public, Harry's best friend.

Today you were in New York City where he was playing at Madison Square Garden. Today was an important night due to him being recognized for selling out a certain number of shows. You couldn't be prouder of the man that drove you crazy. After the show, you stayed behind and went to his dressing room to get his belongings ready for when you left. He was having a bit of a photoshoot taking pictures with colleagues and the banner that had his name on it. You enjoyed the quietness that filled his dressing room, making cleaning up enjoyable in a way. You packed his cologne, shoes, chargers, and all his things in his duffle bag. After that you decided to sit on the chair in front of his vanity and wait for him.

As you sat there in silence, you could start hearing an increase in volume coming from outside his room. "Sorry guys but I'm a bit tired. I just want to go back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow. Maybe another time?", you could hear him say. You guessed some of his colleagues wanted to go out and celebrate his new accomplishment. "Has anyone seen y/n? ", you hear him ask. After a couple of mumbles that you couldn’t hear, the door opened revealing a sweaty Harry. His eyes searched the room until they landed on you, a smile immediately overtaking his face. He came in, closed the door, and walked towards you, standing in between your legs that were hanging on the chair due to the height, accommodating his height instead of yours.

Without speaking, he cupped your face in his large hands, and kissed you. It was a gentle kiss, slowly moving your lips against one another due to feeling neglected the whole day. He pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours and wiping your bottom lip with his thumb. "Hey", he whispered, his tired eyes looking into yours that weren't as tired as his. "Hey", you say back giving him a small smile. "Ready to go to the hotel?", he asks, simply nodding your head as your answer. "Come on then ", he says, taking your hand in his until you walked out of the quiet dressing room and into the busy hallway. You withdrew your hand from his and walked in front of him, keeping your distance as you walked out of the venue and into the black car that was waiting for the both of you. You got on first, waiting a couple minutes as Harry bid goodbye to his crew. With the door still opened, he climbed in right next to you, putting an arm against your shoulder, and pulling you to his side, placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

No words were exchanged between the two of you. The car ride to the hotel maintaining a comfortable silence. You occasionally looked up towards Harry, his eyes meeting yours the first couple of times but the last time you did it you saw his head resting back against the seat with his eyes closed and his lips ajar slightly. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, admiring how peaceful he looked in this very moment. The ride to the hotel took a bit longer than it should've due to the traffic. Considering how late it was, you were always surprised that these streets stayed busy no matter what time it was. You closed your eyes for a bit, still awake so you knew when you would arrive. What felt like half an hour was only 10 minutes that passed until you had arrived at your destination. "Baby we're here", you whispered at Harry, patting his arm a bit to not startle him from his nap. His eyes slightly opened and looked side to side realizing we were here. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and nodded. He opened the door to get out first, going around the vehicle to open yours. He always opened the door for you, a gesture of his that you've gotten accustomed to.

When he opened the door, he stuck out his hand for you to take, gladly doing so as you got out. He thanked the driver before closing the door and making our way into the hotel and up to the penthouse. Since you were staying in New York for a while, he decided to get you guys a comfortable room, a penthouse being his preference. Once there, you immediately took your shoes off making yourself comfortable. "Are you hungry?", you ask your tired boyfriend as he plumped himself on the coach in front of the TV. "Starving", he mumbles. You grab the room service menu and decide on what to get. "Any preference?", you ask him, walking over to the couch and sitting on his lap so he could see the menu too. He skimmed it with you until he pointed at something he wanted. "A burger sounds good right about now", he says. " Ooh that does sound good. Burgers it is then", you say grabbing the phone and placing the order. As you waited, you decided on unpacking some things from his duffle bag, like his shoes and charger. The food arrived quickly as there was a knock on the door. You opened the door, rolled the cart inside and thanked the employee. "Foods here babe", you announce. You placed the meals on the kitchen island, the food making your mouth water. You feel Harry's presence behind you as you were placing napkins on each side of the plates, his arms sneaking around your waist. "Can we shower after we eat?", he mumbles against your neck, his curls tickling your face causing you to giggle. "Yes, we can Harry. Now sit down and eat before the food gets cold", you say, placing a simple kiss on his cheek before sitting down on the stool.

You both sat and took a bite of your burger. It was so good, your head falling back, your eyes closed, and a moan of satisfaction coming out of you as the burger tasted heavenly. You looked in front of you, opening your eyes to land on Harry who was staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Sorry", you mumbled, getting slightly embarrassed at your reaction from a simple burger. "It is good", he chuckled taking a big bite out of his. For the rest of your meal you sat in silence, enjoying each other's company. Once finished, you gathered the empty dishes and placed them on the cart before taking the cart outside and leaving it by the door. Harry was cleaning the island counter when you walked back. He looked down at you, so you hugged him and looked up at him. You took this time to admire everything about him. He was the definition of someone who was imperfectly perfect. No one was perfect, but he was damn close to being it. "What?", he chuckled at your staring. "I didn't get the chance to tell you before, but I am extremely proud of you Harry”, you genuinely say to him, giving him a tight hug and burying your face against his chest.

He didn't say anything, he knew that your words met the world to him, and you knew that. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a few seconds, embracing you. "Thank you", he silently says his hold on you becoming tighter as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you; you know that right?" he says to you, pulling away slightly to look at your face. “Yes, I do. And I love you", you reassure. He smiles at you placing a small kiss on your forehead this time. "Come on, let's go shower ", he says pulling you upstairs into your shared bedroom. He disappears into the bathroom, turning the shower on so that the water could heat up. You discarded your clothes, placing them in the dirty hamper and putting on the silky robe over your naked body. Harry walked into the room, removing his own clothing as you walked into the bathroom, the heat of the water making the bathroom steamy.

You tied your hair up into a messy bun, refusing to wet your hair tonight. You felt his hands grip your waist from behind you as you finished tying up your hair. "I could never tire from telling you how beautiful you are", he says kissing your neck. You hummed in response to his kisses loving the way his lips felt on your skin. You turned around in his grip facing him. Your hands immediately going up to his face, pushing back a curl that was hanging by his forehead. He took your hand in his, pulling the palm of your hand towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss there. You loved his gentle affections; they made you feel special and made you feel like you were the only two people in the world. He let go of your hand, gently putting it down, his hands going towards the front of your robe untying the small knot. Without breaking eye contact, he gently removed the robe from your shoulders, exposing the naked skin, and moved it down your arms until it was completely off, the silky item pooling at the bottom of your feet. Your naked body was exposed in front of him to do as he wished. He stepped closer to you, reaching down to your naked thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapping around his naked waist. "Let's go shower darling", he lightly says, walking both of you into the spacious shower.

As soon as the door opened, you were engulfed in steam, your muscles instantly relaxing. Still in his arms, he walked towards the water, his curly hair getting drenched and drooping his face causing you to laugh. He put you down to your feet, his hands going up to his hair and pushing it out of his face. While he did so, you took your time and admired his tattooed body. You loved the tattoos he had, each one having a different meaning to him regardless of him getting some when he was under the influence of alcohol. You stepped closer to his body, your lust speaking out, wanting his affection. Your hands moved up his abdomen to land on his pecks. Harry looked at your every move as you kissed between his pecks, leaving small delicate kisses. Your hands moved upwards to his collarbones, tracing each swallow that adorned it. He hummed at the feeling of your gentle touch, watching as his eyes closed taking the feeling of your touch in. Your hands moved upwards again, tracing up his neck until your hands cupped his face. His eyes reopened, a small smirk playing on his lips waiting for your next move.

Your breathing slowly started to pick up, one due to you initiating what you both were craving for, and secondly due to the steam. Your lips parted as you were both silent, the only noise was the sound of the water falling on Harry's back and now, your heavy breathing. You looked at his eyes and then down at his wet lips. He knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to make the first move. He knew that you were nervous, your eyes speaking for you, you never initiated anything and that was due to your lack of confidence. You saw his smirk become more prominent as his hands were placed on your hip. "Kiss me y/n " he whispers. You looked at his eyes and immediately closed yours as you learned up on your toes and crashed your lips to his. He leaned down your lips, savoring one another's, and picked you up, your body slipping a bit due to the wetness. Your arms dropped around his shoulders, hands gripping his wet curls, he pushes you against the tiled wall, pinning you to it with his body weight. Your head leaned to the side as you deepened the kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth as his did the same.

You occasionally sucked his lips, taking turns with his top and bottom lip. He bit your bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth a little as he withdrew from kissing your lips and venturing down to your neck. He kissed down your neck, lightly biting your earlobe in the process. He sucked on your neck; right below your ear creating a small red mark that will eventually bruise. He licked down to your shoulders, kissing across your collarbones and kissing your other shoulder. His lips kissed down the valley between your breast, his grip on your hips tightening. Your eyes were closed feeling his lips all over your body, savoring every moment. Before you know, you feel his hot wet mouth attach to your sensitive nipple causing a gasp to come out of you at the feeling. He swirled his tongue around the nub, biting it slightly with his teeth as he pinched the other. Your hands went down to his head, caressing it as he took your other nipple in his mouth. Every swirl of his tongue creating tingles in your now wet pussy. He kneeled down in front of you, your eyes opening and anticipating his next move.

You looked down at him, him looking up at you, giving you some sort of confidence within you. "What do you want baby tell me", he says kissing your thighs, his lips dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. "You know what I want Harry. Don't make me say it", you say between gasp, the anticipation starting to be too much. "Mmm honey but I want to hear it come out of those delicious lips of yours", he teases sucking on your thigh causing you to whine in pleasure. "Come on baby, tell me what you want", he encourages you. You don't know what possessed you to do what you did next, but you grabbed his head and buried his face in your aching pussy, your fingers gripping his hair. "Eat me, Harry. Make me cum with your tongue", you pant. Your words caused a growl to emit from him as he spread your pussy lips to suck on your clit. The second his tongue started lapping on your pussy your head leaned back against the wet wall. He leaned his head to the side to get a better angle, his tongue swirling around your entrance collecting your excitement. "Mmm honey you taste so good", he grunts against your pussy causing your small whines into moans. He spread your lips sucking on your clit creating the small bubble to start forming in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Harry, just like that baby, don't stop", you moan out.

He moaned against your pussy the vibration bringing you closer to the edge. He flicked his tongue on your clit a few more times sending you into a world of pure ecstasy. Your thighs trembled against his head, his wet curls tickling your skin. As he licked you clean your pants started to slow down. He stood back up and kissed your lips tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands roamed his wet body until they landed on his erect penis. You slowly gripped the base and lightly tugged on it, your thumb sliding across his red tip. He lightly groaned against your lips, slightly thrusting into your hand. You wanted him in your mouth but before you could kneel, he stopped you. "No baby, I want to be inside you", he panted against your lip. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and pinned you against the wet wall. Your hands were around his neck for leverage. Wasting no time, he grabbed the base of his cock and slid right in. Your head leaned against the wall, your mouth agape as a small moan came out, him groaning of the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick.

Immediately Harry's hips started to move, the angle that he was holding you in made the tip of his cock hit your cervix with each thrust. The grip of his hands on your hips tightening as he rammed into you. The mixture of his thrusts and the hot steam was taking a toll on you, your breathing becoming heavy. Harry's face was buried into your neck placing small kisses as you did the same on his shoulder. His dick felt so good in you, a feeling you haven't felt in a while due to his hectic schedule. "Fuck y/n, your pussy feels amazing wrapped around me”, he panted. All you could do was moan in response feeling your second orgasm approaching. His own orgasm was approaching too, the change in position giving you a hint. He put his arms under your legs your lower back lifting from the wall and began to thrust harder and faster.

The new angle was heaven, making your moans become louder and louder as your orgasm was closer. "Oh fuck, on fuck Harry", you panted. His grunts turned into moans, the grip on your thighs tightening definitely leaving a mark. "Cum with me baby", he said, his forehead against yours as his thrust were becoming sloppier. For the second time your thighs were shaking, and soon both of you were cumming, his thrusts becoming too much as you squirted on him. Your body was very sensitive right now, the heat mixed with your powerful orgasm sending you into a bliss leaving you dumbfucked. This has only happened a handful of times, usually happening when you've had an intense orgasm.

You couldn't stop panting as Harry rode out your highs. Your body became limp, Harry noticing your state of mind. "Fuck baby", he kissed your temple, slowly putting you on your feet, but not letting you go. "I'll take care of you baby", he says. Your body felt weak as he washed your body and then his. After he was done, he dried your body and carried you into your bed. You didn't feel his presence for a bit, your eyes closing as you tried getting out of this state. You felt a dip of the bed next to you as he wrapped you both in a huge blanket. There was no need in changing into clothes, both of you liking sleeping naked. He cuddled you, his fingers running through your hair that was now loose. When did he do that? "Come back to me beautiful", he whispers against your ear. "Mmmm", you managed to say. "That's right baby, talk to me" he encourages.

Slowly, and little by little you started coming out of that bliss. You started feeling his fingertips more, his voice was clearer, and your body moving. As soon as you were out of it you turned around in his grip, opening your eyes up to meet his green ones. "There she is", he says smiling at you. He leaned in and pecked your lips. "Sorry. it was the heat", you apologized, hiding your face against his warm naked chest. You hear him chuckle, his fingers still running through your hair. "You have nothing to apologize for baby. It was very sexy in my opinion", he says making you smile. "How are you feeling now?", he asked, sounding a bit concerned. You looked at him and smirked. "I feel better now", you say. "Are you tired?", you ask. Your hands went up to his damp hair and ran through it, his eyes closing, loving the feeling. "Hammered", he mumbles. "Go to sleep baby", you whispered. “What about you?", he whispers back. "I'll go to sleep too. I'm tired as well", you whispered. You leaned over his body, turning off the lamp on his side, then leaning over your other side to turn off the lamp. The room now engulfed in pure darkness. "Goodnight darling", he mumbles, pulling your body closer to him. "Goodnight baby", you say back closing your eyes. "Thank god I decided not to go out", he clearly says making both of you to laugh before your sleep overlook the both of you. Definitely worth staying in, you thought.