#harry styles mini fic

[harrywavycurly]

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CW: Frat Harry, language, Harry is a bit of an ass, bit of angst, your ex shows up and is a dick (this is the only time you’ll see him)

A/N: Honestly Harry is gonna be going through it in this mini series so just buckle in because he’s in for an emotional roller coaster, also Niall is in this because as if I can have frat Harry without frat Niall. Enjoy!✨

Tag List: @gmikaelson @ell0ra-br3kk3r @tulips4harry @mellamolayla @mads3502 @empathyroad @idk199o @sassamanda77 @maudie-duan @macy-tpwk @coralferrio1

Summary: You hire a company to help move you into your new apartment and someone ends up dropping a box and hurting your feelings📦✨

You let out a sigh as you stand in the middle of your small campus apartment that’s currently filled with boxes, finding it hard to believe that after almost four years this is the last morning you’ll ever spend in this space. You look around and smile as memories flood your mind of the various milestones that took place in this cramped space, such as when you got broken up with by who you thought at the time was the love of your life while sitting on the edge of your twin size bed or the time your friend got too drunk at a party and ended up falling asleep on your living room floor and woke up the next day with a piece of pizza stuck to her forehead. But the most recent one that comes to the surface of your mind is when you were sitting on your couch and got the call you’d been waiting for, that the job you applied for and wanted more than anything was yours.

You don’t get to reminisce for much longer as a loud knock on your door makes you let out a startled squeak as you jump a little at the noise. You quickly take a step towards the door and raise an eyebrow at the conversation happening on the other side of it.

“M’telling you her name was Jenny.”

“And I’m telling you her name was Jamie.”

“Oh fuck off Harry you’re shit with names and you know it.”

“Not the names of hot-”

The two men standing in the hallway immediately stop their conversation and turn to look at you as soon as you open your door, the one with blonde tips but darker colored roots and bright blue eyes gives you a smile and a small wave. But the one with a backwards SnapBack covering his brown curls and green almost emerald colored eyes doesn’t do anything but stand there and not so subtly allow his eyes to roam over your body for a moment before they dart back up to your face. You give them both a smile and step to the side letting them enter your apartment, it’s then that you notice how similar in age to you they appear to be and when you look at their attire you can’t help but wonder how long they’ve been doing this job because you’ve never seen movers arrive in skinny jeans or basketball shorts.

“Uh so I’m not sure-”

“Oh shit sorry where are my manners? I’m Niall.” The blonde one laughs as he holds his hand out for you to shake. “And that grumpy fuck over there is Harry and we are your hunks for this morning and you’ve got us for two-oh no sorry uh you’ve got us for three hours.” He explains as you reach out and shake his hand, you glance over to Harry who is eyeballing the amount of boxes in your living room, not paying any attention to the conversation going on between you and Niall.

“Lovely to meet you both.” You say as you introduce yourself and let go of Niall’s hand. “Do you two do this a lot?” You ask making Niall laugh while Harry just rolls his eyes as he walks into your small bedroom.

“You could say that.” Niall answers as he slides his phone into the pocket of his silver basketball shorts after he checks the time. “This is our summer gig and we’ve been doin it for a few years but seein’ as we graduate in a few weeks this is one of our last jobs as official college hunks.” You can’t help but smile at Niall’s Irish accent, it just makes everything sound so much more interesting.

“I graduate in a few weeks as well.” Niall just smiles at your announcement not wanting to tell you he figured as much giving the whole moving out of your on campus apartment, but he’s a gentleman so he just keeps that to himself.

“No shit.” You quirk a brow at the sound of a British accent making a mumbled comment from behind you in your kitchen. Niall’s face drops as he sends a glare over your shoulder making you turn your head only to find Harry leaning against your counter with his arms crossed over his chest, letting you get a quick view of the random tattoos scattered on his arms. When he catches your stare he raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

“What? I mean it’s obvious you graduate soon that’s why you have to move out which is the whole reason we’re here.”

“Right. Sorry.” You feel your cheeks get hot as you turn to look back at Niall who gives you a warm smile as you walk by him and into the living room where the majority of your boxes are. “Uhm it’s just boxes and my bed the rest-”

“The twin? That’s your actual bed?” Harry asks with a hint of shock mixed into his voice as he pushes himself off the counter and motions towards your bedroom.

“Uh yes that’s mine it was cheap and I didn’t need anything bigger-”

“That’s not surprising.” Harry mumbles as he pulls his phone out of his back pocket, Niall just rolls his eyes and shakes his head before he gives you his full attention.

“So the boxes and your bed is all we’re takin’?” Niall asks just to confirm what you were saying before Harry interrupted you.

“Yes and uhm some boxes I labeled with stickers so you’ll know which ones to be a little careful with.” You explain as you point to a box on your kitchen counter with a few red “fragile” stickers on it, Niall just nods and turns to look at Harry who is scrolling on his phone not listening to anything you’re saying.

“Hey asshole did you hear that?” Harry lifts his head up at the sound of Niall shouting at him and gives him a shrug.

“It’s boxes and a toddler sized bed frame Niall it’s not fucking rocket science.”

“You’re just so much fun to be around in the mornings Harry no wonder all your lady friends leave before the sun comes up.”

“I don’t cuddle. That’s why they leave. Now are we doing the bed first or the boxes?” Harry slides his phone into his back pocket as he waits for Niall to answer his question. You watch Niall look around your living room and then walk into your bedroom so he can get a better idea of how many boxes you have. But while Niall is busy doing that you feel as if someone is staring at you but when you turn to look at Harry he quickly looks away and down at his scuffed up boots, another thing you’ve never seen movers wear.

“Do you always dress like this to move people?” You don’t know why you ask him because you already can tell from the few things he’s said to you that he for some reason doesn’t like you. So it’s no surprise when he looks down at his white tank top and black skinny jeans with his scuffed brown boots that when he looks back up he has his eyes narrowed in a harsh glare aimed directly at you.

“Well if you really want to know.” You watch the corners of his mouth curl up into a smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I forgot we had this job today so I didn’t sleep at my place last night” Only the last part of his confession takes you by surprise, seeing as you’re sort of used to being easily forgotten or pushed to the side for something or someone else so you don’t take it too personally you just take it as Harry isn’t very organized with his time.

“Oh uh well for not knowing you had work today I’m uhm glad you weren’t late.” You stumble through your sentence making Harry let out a quiet laugh that you know isn’t at what you said, it’s more so just him laughing at you.

“Let me guess this is how you always dress huh?” He asks in what you know is a teasing tone as his eyes travel down to your t shirt and black shorts with little flowers all over them before finally landing on your white slip on shoes making you feel extremely self conscious.

“Uh yes why-”

“Okay let’s load the bed first then just pile all the boxes around it.” You turn and face Niall as he walks out of your bedroom with his phone in his hand, he gives you a smile as he holds his phone out towards you. “Just need you to initial right here for me love, this says we are starting at nine fifteen and your three hours starts now.” He explains in a soft and friendly tone as you take his phone and put your initials next to where he’s pointing with his free hand.

“Okay great.” Niall just smiles as you hand him his phone while Harry heads into your bedroom to start grabbing your bed frame.

“Alight Styles let’s do this.” As soon as you hear Niall say the name Styles you’re hit with the realization that you know you’ve heard that name before, you just can’t remember where.

Harry doesn’t know what it is about you that irritates him, it could be the way you just seem too happy at nine in the morning or maybe it’s the way you smile every time you see Niall walk into the room but either way something about you rubs Harry wrong and has him acting in a way that’s not like himself. Now he’s not the sweetest person alive, not by a long shot but he’s known to be charming and maybe a bit cocky but still he’s never been called rude or a jerk by anyone unless maybe by a girl he turned down for a date or a fling he had to explain his lack of feelings for when it came time to end things but other than that Harry is known around campus to be a relatively nice guy. He figures you have to be nice in order to get the things you want, and in his case it might be a date to a party his fraternity was throwing or a quick hookup on a night out at a bar, being nice works quicker than being the typical douchey fraternity brother people assume he is but something about you has suddenly turned him into what he usually isn’t, an asshole.

He can’t be bothered to return any of your smiles, no matter how nice they are or how they make a weird little fluttering feeling start up in the pit of his stomach. He chooses to distract himself with a game on his phone or going to look around your boxed up apartment while you and Niall discuss the logistics of the move. He tries to ignore the way your room smells as if he just walked into a field of flowers on a warm summer day and he will absolutely deny the fact he quite likes it. So much so he finds himself taking a deep inhale as he walks towards your connected bathroom where it seems to be the strongest making him believe it might be the body wash or shampoo you use in the shower. He shakes his head in an attempt to clear his mind as he heads back into the living room, coming to the conclusion that the smell was just messing with his head a bit and he doesn’t at all want to be wrapped up in it for the rest of his life.

When he walks back into the living room he sees a box that’s open and since your back is facing him because Niall is going over the spiel about how they won’t be doing this job for much longer he takes the opportunity to take a little peak. He doesn’t expect to see much of anything really, maybe some random clothes or decorations you packed last minute so when he looks in and sees a photo of you and some guy hugging and smiling at each other like two idiots in love he has to stop himself from grabbing it and taking a closer look to see if he recognizes the man. Harry ignores the weird feeling in his chest as he sees a small teddy bear and some other items in the box with the photo and he wonders if this box is full of things the man in the picture gave to you, if it is then he has cheap taste because Harry knows for a fact the teddy bear looking up at him was a free gift with purchase at one of the campus stores last Valentine’s Day.

When he decides he’s seen enough he quietly makes his way into the kitchen and leans against the counter as he waits for instructions from Niall on how he wants to handle this move. When he hears you mention you’re graduating soon he doesn’t mean to let the words slip out of his mouth, truly he doesn’t. He meant to say it in his head but again, something about you has him knocked off balance so when you look at him with a raised brow he has no choice but to explain his sudden outburst and it doesn’t come out as nicely as he intended making him feel like an asshole when he sees your cheeks get pink out of embarrassment. But of course he can’t just simply stop there, no he has to go and make a comment about your bed as if it’s any of his business really because who is he to judge you for keeping a twin sized bed when in reality he just graduated to a queen size himself after moving out of his frat house two weeks ago.

It’s when you try to make small talk with him that has him thinking insane things such as the possibility you’ve got him under a spell or something because why can’t he stop himself before saying something rude like he normally can? It’s as if his mind and his mouth are having a battle and his mouth is winning causing him to really look like an absolute asshole. The look on your face when he says he forgot about the job today; which was a lie because he had it saved to the calendar on his phone and even set a reminder alarm and everything, is one that almost takes him out of his irritated state because it’s as if that’s something you’re used to hearing. Like people forgetting about things that pertain to you is a common occurrence and that has him instantly wishing he could take the whole interaction back but he can’t. And the worst part of it all is he knows what you’re thinking, that he spent last night with some girl or “lady friend” as Niall calls them but he didn’t, he spent it on his friend Tyler’s couch after he fell asleep at an embarrassingly early hour after one too many beers while watching a football game.

He’s never been happier to actually start a job before, because as long as he’s busy that means he won’t have to be near you for longer than the few minutes it takes for him to grab another box or two and head back down to the truck and the best part is, he simply wont have any time to stand there and talk to you. As soon as he’s in the hallway with your twin sized headboard and footboard in his arms it’s like he can finally breathe again, but he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t immediately miss the flower and sunshine smell but still, he feels at ease and even smiles to himself as he waits in the area the elevators and stairwells are at for Niall who has some pieces to your bed frame in his arms.

“Dude what the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry knew this was coming the moment he first let out a huff in front of you, Niall isn’t one to take being rude to someone for no reason very lightly especially someone who hasn’t been anything but nice since she opened her door. “Why are you being a ragging fuckin’ twat to the poor girl?”

“I don’t-I just can’t help it?” Niall glares at him for a moment before he just walks by him and puts the parts to the bed frame down so he can press the button for the elevator.

“Well figure it the hell out because she’s nice and I don’t want her leaving a shit review because you can’t get your head outta your ass.” Harry doesn’t say anything in response, he just looks down at the floor as they wait for the elevator doors to open.

Harry has two boxes in his arms and is half way to the truck parked on the street outside your campus apartment building when he hears someone calling his name. He looks around with a furrowed brow as he continues on his way to the truck not seeing anyone heading his way until his eyes land on someone he didn’t plan on seeing anytime soon since usually he only sees him trying to sneak his way back into house parties after being kicked out for getting too rowdy or just pissing the entire chapter off. The smile on the man’s face makes Harry want to roll his eyes at how fake it is, but he just gives him a simple nod of acknowledgment as he places the boxes on the floor of the truck and with one hard shove sends them sliding towards the back near your bed.

“What’s up Styles? You helping someone move?” Cody asks as he takes a quick glance into the back of the truck, Harry just turns around and leans against the truck as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“It’s kinda my job so yeah.” He answers with shrug which for some reason makes Cody laugh as he runs a hand through his short dirty blonde hair. “What are you doing here? It’s a bit early for you to be awake isn’t it?” Harry is lucky that Cody isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed because his tone is anything but teasing but it seems the man doesn’t notice as he just turns and looks at the building behind him and then back to Harry with a simple shrug of one of his shoulders.

“I’m just here to get some stuff from someone.” He answers and Harry just nods expecting that to be the end of it but Cody lets out a sigh as he shoves a hand in his back pocket to grab his phone. “You know how crazy ex girlfriends can be. Always coming up with dramatic reasons to make you come over.” Harry in fact doesn’t know, having ended his only two serious relationships in a very civil manner so he’s never had to deal with anything close to a crazy ex.

“Oh got it.” With that Harry uncrosses his arms and takes a few steps towards the building and away from Cody who is looking down at his phone with a furrowed brow. “Good luck mate.” He sarcastically calls over his shoulder with a shake of his head as he thinks of the poor girl who’s about to have to deal with that jackass.

“Okay so just these boxes left?” Niall is pointing to a stack of boxes on your kitchen counter when Harry walks back into your apartment, and for a moment he thinks he’s finally out of whatever weird daze he’s been in over the past hour while helping you move because he doesn’t find himself being hit with the overwhelming smell of flowers and sunshine. He walks into the kitchen and stands near your sink waiting to hear what’s left for the two of them to take to the truck.

“Yes and those are the ones with-”

“What the hell is going on in here? Are you-you’re actually moving?” A loud voice coming from your front door startles you as you make the tiniest little squeak and bring your hand up to your chest.

Now Harry has been good for the last forty five minutes, he hasn’t looked in your direction or given himself too much time in the apartment alone with you to allow himself the opportunity to say something dumb or more importantly, rude. But at the sound of Cody’s voice he can’t stop himself from looking at you and the moment he does he regrets it because the look on your face is one of not only shock but Harry swears there’s also a hint of nervousness hidden behind your eyes and it’s all directed towards the man standing only a few feet away from where you’re standing in your living room.

“Uhm yes I-I told you remember? That’s why I asked you to come get-”

“I thought that was some bullshit lie to just get me over here so we could talk.”

“Oh uh well I asked you over here three-three weeks ago and you uhm ignored my texts.” Harry feels his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he watches Cody roll his eyes as he takes a step further into your small apartment.

“I mean we aren’t together so I don’t have to answer your texts or calls any-wait Styles? Oh shit Horan? She’s the one you’re helping move?” Niall looks at Harry over his shoulder and rolls his eyes before looking at Cody with a smile that only Harry would be able to tell is fake.

“Obviously.” Harry snaps making Cody look at him with a raised brow.

“How did you even hear about these guys?” Cody asks you while still staring at Harry, you look at Niall who gives you his signature warm smile as he walks towards the kitchen to grab a box off the counter.

“Oh uhm Monica recommended them.” Your answer makes Cody laugh as he finally looks away from Harry and over to you while Niall silently makes his exit with a box deciding he doesn’t want to be around Cody and his bullshit any longer.

“Monica?” You nod and Harry hasn’t ever wished the world would open up and swallow him whole until this very moment, as soon as you said the name of who told you about their company Harry knew exactly who you were talking about and he knows Cody does as well.

“She’s a friend of yours isn’t she Styles?” Harry acts like he doesn’t see the way your eyes dart over to him as Cody crosses his arms over his chest while turning to fully face Harry.

“I know her yeah. Helped move a couch to the dumpster for her. That’s all.” It’s only a partial lie, he very much didn’t just help her haul a couch to the dumpster but he really doesn’t want you to know about any of that because he knows it’ll just solidify the idea you have in your mind that he’s an asshole who sleeps around.

“Don’t be so modest it must’ve been a good time if she recommended your services to her friend.”

“I moved a couch that’s-”

“Oh you’re Styles. Harry Styles.” Your voice saying his name makes his jaw clench because the way you sound like pieces to a puzzle only you can see are being put together in your mind makes him want to punch a wall out of pure frustration. Learning Monica is your friend means you probably already know everything and he can’t do anything about it, and the most annoying part is he doesn’t know why he cares, he doesn’t even know you.

“You’ve heard of him?” Cody asks as he walks into the living room towards the open box full of stuff Harry took a look at earlier and of course he’s the one who got you the cheap teddy bear, what an asshole.

“Not uhm anything bad I just have heard your name around before like at uh parties and-”

“And Monica?” Harry questions and again he swears he didn’t mean for it sound so harsh and accusatory, he just wanted to know if she told you anything about what went on between them and of course it comes out rude and snappy.

“She just told me you were nice and helpful that’s all.” You look extremely overwhelmed as you answer him and Harry knows it’s partially his fault so he just does what he thinks is best and gives you a small nod and goes to grab a box from the kitchen counter.

“What is all this shit?” You turn to give Cody your attention as he stands there going through the box of stuff. “Why would I want any of this? Is the bear I got you?”

“It’s everything you ever gave me I uh well-uhm didn’t know if you’d want it back?”

“You called me over here to give me a box of things that I gave you as gifts back to me? Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry I’ll just keep it then.” Harry can hear the uneasiness in your voice as Cody lets out a scoff as he grabs the box and brushes past you on his way to the door.

“You’ve always liked wasting my time.” Your shoulders slump as his harsh words hit you just as he reaches your door. “Delete my number.” Is the last thing he says before he walks through the open door and down the hallway towards the elevators.

One thing about Harry is he hasn’t ever had the best timing, he really thinks that’s the universe’s way of getting back at him for all the little wrongs he’s done in his life. So when he grabs the box off your counter he knows the moment he lifts it up that he’s going to drop it, not because it’s too heavy or because it’s not taped and securely closed but because just as he decides to lift it off the counter and take a step towards the door he allows his eyes to find you. Of course he would choose to look at you just as your asshole of an ex storms out of your apartment leaving you standing there looking like you’re one second away from breaking down, your eyes are big and your cheeks are pink from the embarrassment but it’s the way your hands are balled into little fists that tells Harry you’re trying to hold it together.

So in true Harry fashion that has to be the moment he lets a box slip out of his hold and land on the floor of your kitchen with a sound that has his eyes squeezing shut because he knows that was something glass that probably just broke. When he opens his eyes he lets out a sigh as he bends down to grab the box and he hates the sound it makes when he lifts it off the ground, but before he can take another step he sees your white shoes step in front of him making him pause his movements as he slowly lifts his eyes up from your feet to your face.

“Uhm did you just-”

“I didn’t do anything.” He wants to smack himself as soon as the words leave his mouth because you saw him drop the box, he knows you saw him drop the box and on the off chance you didn’t see it he knows you heard it.

“It’s okay it was just an accident.” Your voice is so soft and soothing it pisses him off because you should be yelling at him not reassuring him, especially after what he just saw and heard you have to deal with.

“It would be if something happened but nothing did. I’m just trying to finish getting your shit to the truck.” He doesn’t even recognize his own voice at this point because why is he still talking as if he didn’t drop your box right in front of you and if that’s not enough now he’s trying to act as if you’re holding him up from finishing his job, you’re going to hate him by the end of the morning he just knows it.

“Harry.” He lets out a sigh as his name falls from your lips just as he walks around you and towards the door. “It’s okay.” Harry doesn’t say anything as he’s suddenly surrounded by the familiar sunshine and flowers scent and then he feels you place a hand on his arm and he swears if he hadn’t already dropped the box in his hands he would’ve done it just then because the softness of your hand on his bare arm sends a weird kind of shockwave down to his fingertips. But he just adjusts his grip on the box and because he figures he’s already dug himself a decent grave he might as well make it a little deeper by acting like nothing happened as he walks out your front door and down the hallway.

“Shit shit shit.” He mumbles to himself after he places the box down by his feet along with the hat he had covering his hair once he makes it to the elevators and runs both hands through his hair as his heart starts pounding in his chest as if he just ran a marathon. “What the fuck is happening to me?” He asks himself as he tries to gain some sort of composure.

“You look like shit.” Niall states with a laugh as he steps off the elevator and gives Harry a once over, he glances down the hallway before looking back at Harry. “Please tell me the douchebag is gone.”

“Yeah yeah he’s-he’s gone.” His words come out breathy as if he’s still struggling to fully catch his breath and calm down. Niall gives Harry a weird look before he just shakes his head deciding it’s better to not ask, so instead he walks around him and down towards your apartment to grab the last two boxes.

“Get it together Harry. No more dropping boxes. You’re better than that. You’re a professional.” That’s as good of a pep talk he can muster at the moment before he grabs the box and steps into the elevator deciding he’s going to do everything in his power to avoid direct contact with you for the remainder of the hour and a half he has to spend moving your stuff.

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Nemesis with Benefits - Part 1

Summary: “You got cheated on, and Harry is the one your ex cheated with. You hate him, he hates you, and the universe seems to hate the both of you, because you keep being thrown into the same spaces.”

Wc: 3.3k

Tropes: enemies to lovers

Warning: mentions of cheating, foul language

A/N: Hey guys! I’m going to see Taylor this weekend, but I wanted to give you the first part of my new series before I log off for the weekend. I know Harry is sounding quite unlikable, because he is, but it is a slow burn so give it some time and let him explain!!!!! Enjoy xxx

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It has been almost three weeks since you and your ex-boyfriend Dylan have broken up. You were heartbroken when you found out he cheated on you, and you still aren't over it in even the slightest. It was just unfathomable to you. How could he cheat on you and just step from one relationship into another?

Yes, that's right, Dylan immediately started dating the guy he cheated on you with. You couldn't believe when you first heard who it was, but it also didn't surprise you much.

Harry has had it out for you from the moment you and Dylan first started dating. You had no idea why, but now that those two are together, you finally understand. He was jealous of you. He wanted Dylan all to himself and— well, he succeeded. The fucking prick.

You had been trying to get over the humiliation and sadness, but it proved to be very hard. You had been in love with Dylan for so long, long before the two of you even started dating, and it was your first real relationship. You couldn't just move on that quickly.

But you were done. Done with crying and whining and bitching about it. It was like some sort of switch had turned, like the first stage of the moving on process had worn out. It was time to try some other methods of getting over Dylan. You finally took the advice from your friends, and tonight was your first date since the break-up.

You had downloaded tinder, and found yourself multiple matches. One guy named Brady, asked you out for drinks tonight, and you said yes. And so, the second stage of moving on commenced.

Now you're in one of the bar's booths, waiting for Brady to show up. He was handsome in his pictures, and he seems like a nice guy. You fiddle with your hands as you wait. You know that if something is going to happen between the two of you, it won't be serious or permanent, but you can't help but be nervous anyway.

You agreed to meet up at nine, and right now it's ten minutes past nine. A pit grows in your stomach as you sip on your beer. He wouldn't be standing you up, would he?

You wait and wait until it's a quarter to ten, and tears prickle in your eyes. What a disaster. How could you even think that this was a good idea?

You flag down a waitress and pay for the beers you drank as you waited. It isn't until you stand up that you realize how many it were. You are quite the lightweight, so five beers on a stomach filled with only a salad for dinner wasn't the best idea.

You walk out of the bar, and grab your phone to order an Uber. That is when you spot someone sitting on the bench in front of the bar, and you groan aloud.

Sitting on the stupid bench is stupid Harry, the guy which Dylan cheated on you with. Out of all people, you just had to run into him. He looks up upon hearing you groan, and the distaste on his face at the sight of you almost makes it look like you're the one Dylan cheated with on him.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry asks, putting a cigarette to his mouth, and holding a lighter to it to turn it on.

"To ruin your relationship with your boyfriend— Oh no wait, that was you! Asshole..." You mutter as you roll your eyes. You turn around, almost falling over at the speed with which you did, but you are quick to steady yourself. You squint at your screen as you search for the Uber app in your phone.

"Fuck you." Harry murmurs under his breath, and you flip him off without turning around. You don't want to be around this guy, so you start walking away from him. Might as well warm yourself up as you wait for your Uber to arrive. If you can find the damn app...

Then a car honks and before you have time to look up, you are pulled into someone's arms. You look up from your phone and see a white car driving by, still honking at you, and when you turn around to see who is holding you, Harry's eyes meet yours. Once having regained your senses, you push him away.

"Get off of me!" You growl at him, dropping your phone accidentally.

"Are you stupid?! How fucking pissed are you to not notice a car coming straight at you—" Harry barks back at you as he picks up your phone, and hands it to you. You snatch it away, disgusted with the fact that he is touching your stuff.

"Shut up!" You shout at him with a wavering voice, too overwhelmed by everything. You are on the brink of crying. He seems to notice and quiets down.

"I'll bring you home." He mumbles softly, after you had time to breathe for a second and steady yourself. You frown at him, looking for even the slightest hint of deception—because what else is there to the guy who your boyfriend cheated on you with—but you can't find it.

"You are the last person I would ever step into a car with." You glare at him, crossing your arms. Harry rolls his eyes.

"You think you're my number one choice? No, but I'm not gonna let your drunk ass get run over." He argues back, seeming to be equally as irritated with you as you are with him.

"Yeah, because you're the picture of decency and chivalry." You cross your arms. The nerve of this guy! Trying to be all gentleman like when you know that he is nothing more than a pig.

Harry clenches his jaw, and you can tell he is ready to snap at you. You are waiting for him to start cussing you out—and there is a clear hesitation in his eyes—but he doesn't follow through. He merely sighs.

"Look, I'm not going to force you into my car. Because contrary to what you might believe, I do have some common decency, but I am not going to leave you outside a pub, drunk and alone." Harry explains, trying to catch your eyes as best as he can but you are avoiding his stare, afraid to see the sincerity behind them. "So, I either bring you home, or wait for an Uber with you."

You think it over for a few seconds, but your train of thought is interrupted when your name is shouted from a distance. You look in the way where the sound came from, and see Rebecca—a friend from class—wave at you with a big smile on her face. You wave, then turn back to Harry.

"Fuck. you."

You articulate the words slowly, hoping they marinate in his head, as you glare him down with the genuine spite you have felt from the moment you were made aware of the betrayal. You don't give him the chance to respond or even process what you just said, you just walk away.

You don't look back at Harry either, because you are sure that the hint of guilt that presses down on your chest is translating to your face, but you don't want to give in to it. Dylan betrayed you, and while he is the more culpable one in the situation, Harry did this too. He knew you and Dylan were together, and he still did what he did. The guilt transforms into a sadness as your mind wonders, how much did he have to hate you to do this to you?

You shake off the thought and paint a smile on your face as you reach Rebecca. She pulls you into an embrace and asks you how you are doing, and you answer that you're doing well.

"Was that... Harry?" She asks, whispering his name as if it would be a crime to say it out loud. The corner of your mouth tugs up.

"Yup." You nod.

"What did he want from you?" She glares at the place where Harry stands— or stood, because by the time you turn around, he is gone. You stare at the pavement, your body trying to push away that wave of emotional pain that seeing Harry instigated.

"I have no idea."

*************** *************** ***************

Few days later

You stare at yourself in the mirror of your vanity desk. Lipstick still in hand, you analyze your own face. Your make-up sits pretty on your face, painting the image of a woman who has her life together. But the truth couldn't be further from that.

Tonight, you're attending a birthday dinner of one of your friends, Benjamin, in a restaurant in the city. You truly were looking forward to it, but now that you and Dylan aren't together anymore, the fun event has turned into something you have been dreading.

You got to know Dylan through Benjamin. Benjamin was in your first project group ever at Uni. The two of you bonded and have been very close ever since. Benjamin is the type of person that knows a lot of people, and Harry is one of those people

Harry and Benjamin went to high school together. At least, that's what Benjamin told you when he introduced you to Harry at that one party all those years ago. It was at a random fraternity party on campus at the end of the first year, and it is where you met Dylan. Harry and him were roommates, so they had come together.

It was a cobweb of connections, and you have met a lot of people through Benjamin, but you really clicked with Dylan that night. Of course, now that doesn't seem to hold any value anymore, but you can't change the night you met Dylan into a rotten memory. It is sealed with some kind of glass that will always keep it pretty, innocent, sweet, and— well, just lovely.

It's what is going to make it extra hard to see Dylan with Harry tonight. You were happy to celebrate the birthday of your friend, of course, but you definitely weren't looking forward to seeing your ex and the guy he cheated on you with be together, as like— a couple.

You were aware that things like this would happen eventually—because that's what happened when you date someone in the friend group—but that doesn't make it easier. Luckily, a lot of your other friends will be there too.

Rebecca picks you up a good half hour before the dinner starts, and you drive into the city with music blasting through the speakers. You try to clear your head by letting the music take over every part of your brain, but the anxious pit in your stomach can't seem to be contained.

After parking the car a bit further down the street, you and Rebecca make your way to the Italian restaurant. You're about five minutes late—the traffic was worse than expected—so you both hurry over to the corner where the others are already sitting and chatting.

Benjamin gasps when he sees you and pulls you in for a big hug. You smile and congratulate him before handing him the bag which contains his gift. While he turns around and places it on the table, you take the opportunity to scan the room. It doesn't take long to spot Harry—you had felt his presence since you got here��but your eyes can't seem to find Dylan.

You don't allow yourself to feel any relief, as there might be a chance he is still in the bathroom. But when Benjamin tells everyone to sit down, placing you on his left and Harry on his right, you see that all the chairs are filled. Apparently Benjamin senses your confusion, because he leans in and whispers in your ear:

"He didn't come."

The words grant an overwhelming release of emotions that were making you feel like shit, and you start feeling like maybe you can enjoy tonight after all. Partly, at least. You frown; It is weird that Dylan wouldn't come to Benjamin's birthday. He was invited; you were next to him when he got the text.

You take a deep breath and decide that this isn't something you should be focusing on tonight. Alas, you are freed from the fucker for now. You should least enjoy it while you can.

You are seated next to Benjamin, on his left side. Harry is seated on his right side, keeping you apart. Since you are both important to Benjamin, he wants the two of you close to him, but not to each other.

The first course comes around pretty fast, and along with the two glasses of wine you down in record time, everything seems to be going quite smoothly. You avoid any contact whatsoever with Harry, and try to be as invested in Benjamin as you can.

After the main course, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, and sneak away from the watchful eyes of the others. Instead of going to the bathroom, you go outside and light up a cigarette. It is an unfortunate habit you have began succumbing to since everything that happened. The smoking takes your mind off the stress for a couple of minutes, and it is the only thing that has kept you from going insane.

"Are you smoking?" A voice filled with disbelief asks from behind you. You freeze when you recognize the depth of it, along with the unmistakable accent. Well, there goes the cathartic part of smoking that cigarette.

You don't turn around, and so Harry walks up to you in order to check whether it is really you. He frowns at the sight of you with cigarette.

"Thought you hated smoking." He throws in the comment like it's nothing. But it isn't. You hear the resentment hidden in every word that comes out of his mouth. The grudge that he has held against you from the moment you two met is something you think needs to be studied. To this day, you have no idea what you did to make him so mad at you. But instead of worrying about it like you used to do, you are getting annoyed by it.

"Shitty times call for shitty measures." You take another drag from the cigarette before putting out the bud and throwing it in the bin. You are about to go back inside when a collection of bravely morbid words leave Harry's mouth.

"You don't have to act like I murdered your entire family." Harry growls, clenching his jaw as he reaches for his own cigarettes in his pocket. You turn around to him, thunder written all over your face.

"What did you say to me?" You ask slowly, taking a few steps towards him. Harry doesn't see it, as he is also searching for his lighter.

"Look, I know I did a shitty thing but..." His words come to a halt when he sees how much closer you are to him than before, and you don't miss the hint of shock in his eyes.

"But what, hmm? But it's not that bad? But I don't have to be such a bitch about it? But I shouldn't let it influence my behavior towards you? Is that what you were gonna say?" You ask him as you push against his chest a bit, urging him to answer you.

"I was gonna say—"

"I don't give a shit about what you think about my behavior. You didn't give a shit your behavior when you went behind my back and fucked my boyfriend, now did you?" You pose the question, rhetorically. Harry just sighs. "Yeah, I thought so... I can't believe you have the nerve to try and tell me how I should handle you and your new boyfriend fucking me over. Don't do shitty things if you're gonna cry about the consequences. And especially don't go crying to me about."

Harry doesn't look at you, but the tension in his jaw makes you brace yourself for an outburst of some kind. You did pretty much still him to the ground just now. But nothing of the sort happens. Instead, Harry says something unexpected.

"He's not my boyfriend."

You physically take a step back, genuine confusion on your face. What? You were certain that Dylan and Harry were together. It had been all over campus after you first broke up.

"He— he cheated on me. Broke up with me a couple days ago." Harry confessed, still not meeting your eyes. A whole lot of nothingness fills your organs as you stare at him. You have no idea what you are supposed to feel right now. The overwhelming amount of emotions has turned into one empty space that leaves room for nothing but a blank stare.

You feel like you're supposed to laugh at him—in your head at least—and tell him that he had it coming. He did, of course, but you just didn't expect it to happen so soon. You had no idea that Dylan was such a loose canon. At least you are rid of him, that is one positive thing about this whole messed up situation.

Nevertheless, anything that you think you are supposed to feel, is not there. There is no relief, or joy, or lightness that brings a cocky smile to your face as you soak in the karma that was clearly on your side here. No, you are filled with a dull ache that you recognize to be faint sadness. It's too distant to drown in but the familiarity of it still manages to make it sting a little bit.

Harry takes a deep breath, waiting for whatever you are going to say. You can tell that he mentally preparing himself for the humiliation to come, and as much as you'd like to give it to him, you can't find it in yourself to do so.

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Th— thanks..." Harry responds slowly, not sure how serious to take your words. You know he was expecting an entirely different reaction.

"I know I had it coming." He adds with a a hint of frustration that makes it seem like you already told him that. Of course, you had the comment in your back pocket already.

"I mean... I wasn't gonna say it so soon, but—"

"Yeah, I thought we would get it out of the way." Harry interrupts you with an annoyed smile. Your previously sad face had turned into more of a smug one and it was more than he could bear, so he just had to say it before you did. He didn't want you to rub it in his face.

Silence creeps upon the two of you. Awkwardly, you stare into the distance as you ponder the new information. It made Dylan even more of a dick than you already thought him to be.

At first, you had thought that Dylan cheated on you because he was in love with someone else— Harry. And while it is still unacceptable, it seems less heartless than cheating with no other intention but sexual pleasure. You could see in Harry's eyes that he didn't expect Dylan to cheat on him, so he must've thought it was love. But it wasn't. That just makes it more shitty than it already was. You find the stinging feeling of sympathy entering your chest when you think of Harry, but you don't want to feel that about him, so you squint at him.

"I still hate you, you know." You say to him.

"Right back at ya, sweetheart."

[paulyenvol6]

Against All Odds (Masterlist & Moodboard)

Hey, I have written a little mini series that I'd like to share with you. I'll probably post one chapter every day and the whole story contains of about 15,000 words.

It's Harry x reader and at first I want to post my moodboard, as well as a short summary. Hope you enjoy x

Right before the beginning of the tour Mitch has health issues and that’s why y/n takes his place last minute. But unfortunately Harry and y/n can’t stand each other and can’t even be in the same room. But after unexpectated events things seem to change a little...

Only read if you're 18+

Contains: detailed smut, fingering, p in v, oral (f & m receiving), edging, overstimulating, angst, fighting, soft dom Harry, mentions of losing virginity, inexperienced and virgin reader, aftercare, fluff Before each chapter I'll give detailed trigger warning so read with caution :)

contains smut: *

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 (Final Chapter) *

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have u ever considered changing the names and publishing ur work LIKE GENUINELY ITS SO GOOD,!:@;$&: ik u would probably never want to like reveal urself if u did end up publishing but i would literally be ur number 1 reader;; ur work is so good i really do love it so much, killer instinct HAS to be one of ur best to date !! i think ive been reading ur work almost a year now i really do mean that ur work is good !!

first off thank you, you’re so sweet!! but ohhhh this is such an interesting question 😭😭 the answer is most definitely nawtttt ;;; while this is literally the sweetest thing ever and, in theory, would be super cool, in reality i… first off, wouldn’t want to reveal myself like u said, and second off, would not want ppl to be able to trace my work back to this account 💀

i feel like if i ever did become a published author or smth (which gives me chills thinking abt it lowkey) i’d want it to be a fresh start— now if any of you would end up recognizing my writing is a different story …! 😭

[lov1ngreid]

BOYS LIKE YOU | 1

(pairings): highschool!spencer + cheerleader!reader both intended to be 18 in this story

(warnings): none!

(word count): 2.9k

(author’s note): so long i’m so sorry

hii i decided to split this fic into a mini series cause i have so many ideas and directions for it and i didn’t want to squish it into one long fic, some chapters maybe nsfw ;P i also wrote this with high school in mind, of course Spencer is regular high school age and not like twelve 🤨 but if you’d rather picture them in early college go ahead! also I usually HATEEE when fics have outfit inspos but soz I’m forcing you to imagine these outfits they’re so gorg 😭

okay no more rambling!! if u wanna listen to what i did when i wrote this, here you go!! ➘

“That’s what you’re wearing” Your brother brodie snickered from his bedroom as you strolled past it on the way to the bathroom, usually you wouldn’t have given in to his snide comments, which you were no stranger to. But it was thanksgiving if your brother thought your outfit was ugly, chances are, so would the rest of your family.

Your outfit always happened to be a topic of conversation.

Your movements halt when you finally process what he had said, before slowly taking a few steps backwards meeting his taunting face while he sat on the edge of the bed “What’s wrong with it?” You cock your head feeling the embarrassment trickle through your face up to your ears, usually you wouldn’t care what comments Brodie decided to make about your outfit, but a lot of people were going to be seeing this one.

Honestly you thought it was pretty tame considering the only revealing piece was your skirt, which frankly wasn’t that short, and you thought you had compensated with your boots.

“Why are you wearing… boots?” He laughed looking down at your outfit with furrowed eyebrows before looking back up at your flustered face “and why are they red?”

You scoffed, embarrassment completely diminishing when you find out that was his problem with your outfit “they’re maroon… and you’re wearing a doctor who shirt, don’t think you’re in any position to be judging me” you glare back at him uncrossing your arms.

Honestly, he has absolutely no right to be making fun of your outfit, despite being twins, you were the complete opposites. His outfits usually consist of different coloured converse and some sort of comic book shirt, yours consisting of literally anything else.

“I have a party afterwards anyways, I don’t have time to get changed”

“You have a party on thanksgiving?… who has a party on thanksgiving” Brodie scoffs finishing the lace on his second converse

“A lot of people” you smile sarcastically backing from his door frame to continue your task before you were rudely interrupted “not that you would know” you mumble under your breath before leaving his bedroom.

A little satisfied smile crept upon your face when you heard Brodie’s faint ‘hey!’ Emitting from his bedroom.

You knew your mother would be absolutely furious knowing you had intentions on leaving thanksgiving early to attend a party, which was exactly why you had no plans on telling her. Your family was big enough as is, and considering you had shared thanksgiving with the Reid family for 12 years and counting, with both combined there had to be one, or many pockets for you to escape unnoticed.

The car ride to the Reid family home always seemed so short, always feeling so much longer when you were riding there on bikes, or walking there after school.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had even used your bike, it had to be collecting dust in your garage by now, you truly don’t think you had used it since starting highschool, despite your brother’s efforts to get you to ride to Spencer's house with him, each time you declined, something always more important popping up.

The familiar smell of the house flooded your nose while you took a step in, it always smelt like chai and vanilla, and it always looked like fall threw up on it, decorated with faux autumn leaves and pumpkins all year round, they always just added Santa hats to the pumpkins in December, you knew that was Spencer’s doing.

The wind was almost taken from you while Diana embraced you in the biggest hug, almost knocking over the cupcakes from the tray you were holding, giggling a little you returned the hug one handed of course. She always smelt like the house times ten, the vanilla smell becoming so much stronger the closer you were to her, pulling back she embraced your face in her warm slender hands brushing your cheeks softly with the pad of her thumb.

“You look so beautiful” she smiles, your face turning pink at her compliment, she did this every year. Every year she hugs you, looks like she’s about to cry and then goes on about how beautiful you look for the rest of the night, and every year it makes you feel a little more guilty about not coming around as much.

Both your parents embrace Diana and William before they usher you to the beautifully set dinner table, where the rest of his and your family awaited your arrival, both yours and his grandparents chatting away at the kitchen bench about some sort of football nonsense.

Always in awe of Diana’s meals, you debated on changing your mind and slipping out after dinner instead, not wanting to miss out on her carefully cooked Turkey.

Despite getting swept away in greeting the rest of your family, as well as the rest of the Reid’s, it didn’t take you long to notice one missing Reid.

Regardless of your efforts to talk to Spencer, he never really seemed that interested in befriending you after middle school, every time you tried to talk to him in class he always went quiet and dismissive, or snapped mean answers back at you, and you simply took the hint.

Spencer saw the way your friends snickered to themselves when you tried to speak to him, the way they’d whisper when he walked past, even though you’d smile and wave, he always saw them laugh behind you. He knew deep down it wasn’t your fault, but he couldn’t help but blame you when you never actually stopped any of your friends from making snide comments at him or his friends.

Excusing yourself from your family, you hopped up the stairs, muscle memory walking you towards Spencer’s room before you mind had caught up,

Reading the large ‘S R’ sticker on the bedroom door, you chuckle to yourself a little, staring at the crooked R knowing it was like that cause you couldn’t reach it to meet the S in the fourth grade, Spencer had refused to help you, cackling as he watched you on your tippy toes while you begged him to stop laughing.

Before your mind could even process anything, you brought your arm up to knock on his door, swallowing nervously.

You weren’t even sure why you were nervous, he just seemed to shut down any attempt at being friends and you never knew why. He got along with Brodie just fine, they were honestly really close, they hung out at school everyday and studied together after school on Wednesdays and Fridays, it just seemed like your invitation stopped one day.

The door swung open while your mind had still been dissociated thinking about all the attempts you made to talk to him, snapping you from your brain fog, Spencer stood at the door almost equally as confused as you, honestly you didn’t know why you were there, and as smart as he was, he didn’t know either.

“I brought you a cupcake” you chuckle pushing the baked good towards him with your right hand, eyebrows furrowed he takes a look at the seemingly vanilla cupcake in your hand before looking back up at your eyes.

“I don’t like cupcakes” Spencer shakes his head quickly while his hand grips harder on his door handle, debates in his mind about closing it on you.

“Yes you do” Cocking your head you stare at Spencer confused, he loved cupcakes, he also loved your cupcakes “I literally saw you eating one in the library the other day” you scoff at his obvious lie.

“And why were you in the library” he raises both his eyebrows, glancing back down at the pretty cupcake you had offered him, which he began to quickly regret declining, because he really did love your cupcakes.

“Reading?” You conceded pulling your arm holding the cupcake back “are you implying I don’t read Spencer Reid?” This was the most he had talked to you in months, you never realized you could miss a person's voice despite them being alive and well.

“If the boot fits” he shrugs leaning on his door, the grip on his door handle loosening a little, you stare a little taken back, he doesn’t talk to you for years, and then all of a sudden on thanksgiving he decides he’s going to spit back sassy little comments at you?

“Can you just take the cupcake?.. it’s pumpkin spice” you admitted pushing the sweet back in his direction, a little part of Spencer’s facade broke down, almost giving into the cupcake “I even made the little pumpkin out of fondant… it took forever” you whisper the last part almost talking to yourself.

He tried his hardest to stay strong but you had just about broken him down at this point, with a displeased groan rolling his eyes he reached out to snatch the cupcake from your soft hand, earning a small smile to form on your lips.

It only took him seconds to dig into the treat before a soft chuckle escaped your lips “can I come in?” You smile glancing behind him into his room, it looked almost exactly the same as it did when you were fourteen, posters in the same place, no furniture was rearranged, you even spotted the mini dalek figurine you had bought him on his top shelf.

Hesitantly Spencer nods stepping away from the door frame to welcome you in, his room was always kept neat, sheets tucked perfectly under his mattress, and books always in the correct spot. His weakness, however, was the countless amount of school work pages spread across his desk.

Taking a seat at his desk your eyes still gaze around his room, feeling like a blast from the past, all the books you read, series reruns you watched and stories you wrote coming back to you in a wave of memories.

“So…” he mumbled, mouth still half full with your cupcake before sitting down on the edge of his bed “do you need science homework?” Shrugging boring his eyes back into yours.

You scoff, frankly offended he would even ask you such a thing “no?.. Spencer, you and I have almost the same science grades." You'd be lying if you said you’ve never thought of asking Spencer for homework, especially on nights where cheer practice ran late and you didn’t have nearly enough time to finish, but you’ve never actually asked.

“Yeah almost” scoffing while he brushes his hands against each other wiping the crumbs of the cupcake away, you sat there stunned a little, he knew you’d never ask him considering your friendship… situation, you wouldn’t use him.

You felt the rage boiling in you for a little at his attitude towards you, considering you had done absolutely nothing for him to be mad at you for, sure you weren’t in the same friend group, but he would know more than anyone the statistics of middle school friends drifting apart in highschool, you swivel his desk chair to face his desk, frustrated palming your face with your hands dragging them down a little.

You allow your eyes to rake across his messy paper filled desk before they’re drawn to one page in particular, written in pink pen on beige lined paper, quickly snatching it from the pile you let your eyes scan over it a little before letting out an unexpected laugh.

Catching Spencer’s attention his eyes had almost bulged out of his head once he realized what piece of paper you had in your hands.

“Dear Spencer…” you start reading aloud ignoring Spencer’s loud attempts to make you put it down “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our conversations and wanted to let you know-”

“Put it down please” he groans, reaching forwards to grab it from your hands, only for you to snatch it towards you standing up from his desk chair.

“-That I’ve liked you for a while now- Sadie Keller!” You gasp grinning up at Spencer while he makes every attempt to steal the paper back from your grip “you never told me you liked Sadie Keller!” you playfully smack him with the piece of notebook paper before letting him grab it from your grasp.

“I don’t really tell you anything” Spencer crumpled up the paper before tossing it back onto his desk, you face fell a little at his words, only because he was right, he didn’t really tell you anything at all, because he didn’t ever talk to you, because you weren’t really friends.

You almost could’ve sworn you felt a lightbulb click on above your head while you watched Spencer scurry his papers together to make a neat pile “come to a party with me” you rush causing his movements to halt slowly turning his head to meet your gaze.

“Why on earth would I do that… it’s thanksgiving” he reasoned, confusion painted across his face. He simply could not fathom why you would want to take him to a party, he also couldn’t fathom why he was considering it.

“God” you groaned, moving to take a seat on his bed now “people have got to get over that” rolling your eyes you pat down your skirt a little before continuing your attempt to read his face for clues on what was going on inside his head.

“Why would you want to be seen at a party with me?” He queried, attitude dripping from his sentence, watching as your face dropped and your brows furrowed coloured him confused, why would you want to be seen with him?

“Sadie will be there… and I can’t see a potential love story and not indulge” you snicker, almost dismissing his question, you thought you’d spare a sentimental conversation about how much you missed him and instead go an easier route, you wanted him to come for his benefit.

To your surprise, he looks as if he considers it for a while, it was the first time you actually took in what he was wearing, a fitted doctor who shirt and gray sweatpants, the same exact doctor who shirt your brother has on, you cringed a little at the thought that they had coordinated that.

“Fine” he says after a while of silence, you simply cannot help the grin creeping up on your face “but only because of Sadie, and not because of you” he rushes again, almost sounding like something he was trying to convince himself rather than you.

Holding your hands up in defense you smile at his surprising compliance “how are we even supposed to leave without anyone noticing?” Beginning to worry that both your families were beginning to wonder where both of you had gone.

In all seriousness, your family actually had not noticed that the both of you were up in Spencer’s room, and were much more occupied by the game of football they all huddled around to watch.

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DESSERT

A/N: idk why im so obsessed with pregnancy fics lately, maybe i should check in on my cycle lmao

WORD COUNT: 1k

PAIRING: CEO!Harry x pregnant!reader

SUMMARY: Harry gets hit on at an event, but the woman fails terribly, because he only has eyes for his pregnant girlfriend who is busy by the buffet table.

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Another waiter offers Harry some champagne, but he respectfully rejects and keeps sipping on his water. His gaze trails over the crowd of guests, the room is full of influential people from all kinds of businesses, people Harry should definitely be mingling with, making connections, but he is trying to find one particular person.

From across the room, a tall, blonde woman spots the lonely millionaire and a devious smile curls up her red lips. A predator-like look takes over her eyes, but she moves like a gazelle as she crosses the room, heading straight over to Harry, determined to seduce him at all cost.

“You don’t fancy the cocktails?” she asks him. He looks at her with a respectful smile and nod.

“Not… Not tonight.”

“You looked awfully lonely over here. Thought I would introduce myself, I’m Savannah, it’s nice to meet you.”

She holds out a perfectly manicured hand that he shakes lightly.

“I’m Harry.”

“Harry Styles, owner of Styles Industries, right?” The smirk on her face tells him she knows exactly who he is, the introductions wasn’t needed.

“Yeah,” he nods anyway.

“I feel lucky I found you alone, I think it might be a sign that we should get to know each other more.”

She pushes closer to him, brushing a hand down his arm and she blatantly ignores the way he takes a step back. She is too driven to get what she wants to notice the signs.

“This night has been nice, but I can’t wait to get back to my hotel room, get rid of this tight dress and relax.” The dramatic sigh she lets out gets lost somewhere between her and Harry, because he is not even looking at her, eyes scanning the guests. She notices his disinterest at last, but doesn’t give up just yet.

“You know, it can get a bit lonely at events like this for a single woman. I wish I had—“

“Excuse me,” Harry cuts her off when he finally sees the person he’s been trying to find.

As he walks away, Savannah’s jaw drops to the floor, no one has ever rejected her the way he just did, but he doesn’t even notice how hurt she is. He has his eyes on the only woman he cares about in the room.

You’re standing by the buffet table, your silver gown matches his tie and it gorgeously emphasizes your round stomach that’s been Harry’s favorite thing in the past couple of months. You have a plate in your hand, all kinds of food stacked on it starting from mini burgers to steak and it seems like you’re still looking for something to add. Harry can’t hold his smile back as he watches you run your free hand down your stomach, eyes scanning over the variety of food in front of you.

God, he is so obsessed with you, has always been, but now that you’re carrying his baby it has gotten to a whole new level he never thought could be possible. But it is, you’re everything he ever wished for and cannot wait to officially become a family in just two short months.

“There you are, thought I would have to go into the ladies restroom to find you,” Harry smiles down at you as he steps closer to you, placing a hand to your lower back.

“Oh! Sorry, I got a little distracted,” you chuckle and crane your neck so he can kiss your lips shortly, as if it hasn’t been just ten minutes since he last saw you.

“S’okay. What do you have here?”

You look down at the plate and sink your teeth into your lower lip when you realize how much food you’ve piled up.

“Um, I—This is for both of us. I thought we could… share?”

He knows this was just for you and you only said it because you feel ashamed of how much you’ve been eating lately. You’ve put on quite some weight, it’s hard to say no to your cravings, especially when your boyfriend loves to spoil you with your favorites every other day.

Harry doesn’t mind the extra weight. He loves it. He loves every change in your body, let it be your cellulite on your thighs or the stretch marks on your belly. You were afraid he wouldn’t look at you the same way at you anymore once you’ve started growing and changing, that he wouldn’t want you the way he used to.

Well, he does look at you differently, but in the best way possible, he loves on you just as often as he used to, if not even more often, he tells you how beautiful you are ever chance he gets and most of the times he is having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Like right now. If only you were alone, he would move his hands to places that are only for his touch.

“Mm, you just eat all that and I’ll bring you dessert. You better feed yourself and our baby or I will do it myself.”

“I already had a big plate, shouldn’t I hold myself back?” you whisper, heat crawling up your neck to your cheeks.

“No. If you crave it, eat it, Love.” He kisses the top of your head and runs a hand down your stomach. He smiles when he feels a tiny kick under his touch. He takes it as a sign that he did the right thing. “See? He agrees as well,” he chuckles.

“Already teaming up to plot against me?” you sigh, but can’t hold your smile back.

“Only if it’s for your well-being.” You pout your lips at him, still not sure how you got so lucky to have him as your partner. Harry leans down and kisses the pout off your lips before reaching out to grab another plate. “So, what do you want for dessert? Macarons? Brownies? Cheesecake?”

“Exactly in that order,” you nod, making him laugh as he stacks the goods on the plate without a word.

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The Assistant - Part 8**

This chapter is Mega fluff and some filthy smut!

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Harry was right, Y/N needed a day to herself to recover from what had happened. She was admittedly a bit shaken up and spending the day with her grandparents had been nice. She helped around the house but they also went to park and had a little picnic there before heading back in the mid afternoon. She got showered and changed and helped her grandmother with dinner while her grandfather did some yard work. It was about 4:30pm when the doorbell rang and her grandmother rushed out to get it.

“Oh, Harry! What a surprise!” She heard from a distance and smiled as she continued peeling the skin off of the onions.

“Hello, Cristina.” He greeted her with a big smile. She glanced down to his hands and he was carrying a bouquet of flowers in his hands, “I just wanted to check in on Y/N. See if she was feeling better after everything yesterday.” He said and raised the bouquet, “I ummm, brought her some flowers.” He said and Cristina smiled.

“Well, come on in and ask her yourself.” She said cheerfully and he chuckled.

“Alright, thank you.” He responded as she let him inside.

“She’s helping me with dinner.” She explained she guided him into the kitchen, “You’ve got a visitor!” Cristina said and Y/N turned around and smiled upon seeing Harry looking a bit more casual than usual but looking as handsome as ever.

“Ummm, hi.” She played coy with a little smile and he wanted to roll his eyes at her, but he’d play along.

“Hi.” He smiled, “I brought you these.” He said extending the flowers out to her, “Wanted to see how you were feeling today.” He said as he handed her the flowers.

“I’m feeling good. Thank you for suggesting to take the day, I didn’t know how much I needed it.” She assured and he smiled.

“It’s not a problem. We all missed you at work though.” He said and she tutted, “We really did.” He chuckled.

“Well I’ll definitely be in tomorrow.” She assured, “Ummm, w-would you like to join us for dinner again?” She asked and her grandmother smiled from her spot by the refrigerator at her invitation.

“Ummm, if that’s alright with everyone I’d love to.” He said with a smile.

“Of course it’s alright, sweetheart.” Cristina cut in excitedly and Y/N giggled.

“Well seeing as I dropped in unexpectedly, is there anything I can do to help?” He asked.

“Oh no, you can go watch the television or feel free to sit here and chat with us while we finish up.” Cristina told him.

“Well if I’m gonna sit here I might as well busy myself with something, no?” He asked with a smile, “I insist, I’m not useless in the kitchen, if the hesitation stems from that.” He said to Cristina and she and Y/N both laughed as Y/N went to grab a vase from a cupboard for her flowers.

“Alright, I believe you. You can help Y/N with the vegetables. The chicken is just resting in the seasoning. I’m going to take some lemonade out to Dave.” Cristina announced and they both nodded, ”Y/N grab Harry an apron, will you?” She asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Y/N said and hurried to fill the vase with water and set the flowers in there. Once she set that down she wiped her hands on the pink gingham patterned apron she had on and went over to the little hook by the pantry that held all of her grandmother’s aprons and she picked up the next one as her grandma swept by with some lemonade as she headed out to the backyard. Y/N headed back to Harry with a smile. “Here you go.” She said, holding out the apron towards him and instead he reached around her waist and pulled her in close.

“Hi.” He whispered as their noses brushed and she grinned as he closed the distance between them. Their lips joined in a deep kiss, but they quickly pulled away, “Missed having you. Around today. Work’s not as fun.” He said softly, making her heart skip a beat.

“I missed you too.” She responded.

“S’a little toasty in here.” He noted and she smiled as she draped the apron over Harry’s shoulder and reached for the buttons of his shirt.

“You’ve got something on underneath, right?” She asked and he nodded, “Good.” She hummed as she worked her way up his shirt until all of the buttons were unfastened and his undershirt was on display, “And let me help you get this on.” She said of the white floral apron and he smirked as she reached around him and fastened the apron.

“Thank you, baby. What’ll you have me do?” He asked.

“Need you to quarter the potatoes.” She said as she reached for his hand and guided him over beside her. Before him on the counter there was a bowl of potatoes, a knife and a cutting board. He grabbed the knife on the cutting board and reached for a potato and he smiled to himself before speaking.

“Hey baby,” he said lowly and she hummed as she continued peeled the final onion, “so when you say quarter the potatoes, what does that mean?” He asked and she paused her movements and looked at him with her lips rolled together as if trying to hold back a laugh.

“Are you being serious right now?” She asked with a big grin and he broke and started laughing.

“No! Of course I know what that means!” He said with a playful scoff and she giggled as she went back to her peeling, “Grew up with just my mum and sister, trust me, I can cook.” He said as he started quartering the potato on the board, “It actually kind of hurts me to know that you think so little of me.” He said with very feeble offended lilt to his voice as he grabbed another.

“Well to be fair last time we were together you made me a grilled cheese sandwich, so I have nothing to base your skills off of.” She responded with a smile.

“OK, you’re right about that.” He said more lowly, “But I promise you, I’m a great cook. Can learn to make anything.” He assured her and she smiled.

“Alright, I believe you.” She said and he chuckled.

“You don’t sound like you do.” He said and she laughed softly.

“I promise I do.” She said as she put the onion down and turned to him and he looked over to her with a sentimental look in his eyes and put down the knife and turned towards her 

“OK.” He said back quietly and she kept looking at him, her gaze slowly moving down his neck to his broad shoulders and his sturdy chest that she got just a tempting peek of from the cut of his undershirt. As her eyes traveled lower, over his abdomen, he was really buff there too; his muscles were taught and well defined, she’d bet that even if he didn’t flex them she’d be able to distinguish all six of them and leave a searing kiss on each one. Finally, her gaze fell upon the apron tied around his hips. Maybe it was a good thing that it covered his lower half, she’d certainly try and make out which way he had tucked his cock into his pants. She looked back up at his eyes and he was wearing a devilish smirk, “Having a little look over?” He asked and she nodded timidly. He was just such a beautiful piece of work and it elicited an absolutely feral response from her. She supported herself with a hand on his shoulder as she tiptoed to reach his ear and he leaned down, his height still a bit too large for her to reach properly.

“You look so…tempting.” She said  in a sultry tone and he was fighting every impulse in his body to wrap his arms around her and grope at her bottom and pull her flush against his body to let her feel how hard he was for her now, “I don’t know what I want more, to get on my knees for you or to have you bend me over the counter and have your way with me.” She said quietly, her lips just grazing over his earlobe and he let out an audible, but low groan at her words. Just when he thought that she was through she took his earlobe between her lips and sucked as her hand trailed down from his shoulder and to where the apron was tied.

“Baby.” He said shakily, his grip on the counter was damn near painful at this point, “Please.”

“Please what?” She asked.

“I don’t… I don’t even know.” He chuckled breathily and she smiled as she kissed down the angle of his strong jaw.

“I’ll take care of you later, I promise.” She said and he exhaled through his mouth as she moved away and they both just returned to what they were doing. Harry’s hands were nearly trembling.

“I’m so hard, I think I might die.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“God bless that apron.” She said and he glanced down.

“Mmm, the apron’s not really helping.” He said nervously and she spared a glance down and she could see that there was a noticeable bulge beneath it. She wanted to see the outline of his cock straining against his trousers, that fucking apron was in the way.

“I can see that… sorry.”

“It’s OK, baby. It happens.” He assured her as he took yet another deep breath to calm down.

“Well, if it’s any consolation I’m also really uncomfortable. Probably need to go put on a fresh pair of underwear after seeing you.” She said and he looked at her with an air of desperation.

“Not helping.” He said and she giggled.

“Maybe if you finish quartering the potatoes you’ll be distracted enough.” She said and he sighed but nodded, she was right so he got to doing that and she started to chop the onions she had peeled, but soon they both started to feel their eyes burning.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” He said and stepped away and rubbed his eyes which somehow made it worse and his tears started to fall. She started laughing at him as her own eyes spilled tears. The burn from the onions was intense and soon a fit of laughter took over them and they were clutching their stomachs with joyful tears rolling down their faces. Cristina came back in and laughed along at the state the two were in.

“What on earth is going on here?” She asked through her laughter and they both struggled to catch their breaths. She waited for them to calm down before they just explained that it was a random fit of laughter, but Cristina thought it was sweet none the less. She had never seen Y/N this happy. Sure, she had dated before and had even had a serious boyfriend, James, but still Cristina had never seen her looking so well. It was beautiful to witness Y/N falling in love, “You kids are something else. Can’t even leave you alone for 5 minutes.” She teased and they chuckled.

“Grandma, if you’d like we can handle dinner.” Y/N offered and Harry nodded beside her.

“Alright, if you insist.” She gave in easily, making them both laugh before she announced she was going to go wash up. 

About 30 minutes later everything was just about ready and Harry was helping Y/N carry things out to the table as her grandparents settled in. Everything was delicious and the conversation was light and lively. It wasn’t missed by anyone the way Harry would look at Y/N when she would talk and laugh and even just breathe, it seemed. It was sweet and wonderful to witness this; they could tell she felt a bit timid about him, but not in a way where she seemed put off. She seemed to be trying to tone down how giddy she was.

“That was absolutely delicious! Thank you, you two.” David smiled with satisfaction.

“Good, glad you enjoyed it.” Y/N smiled with pride and then Harry cleared his throat.

“Ummm, I was wondering if it would be alright if I take Y/N out for some ice cream or a milkshake?” He said to David and Cristina, “If you want to, of course!” He added in quickly as he turned to Y/N. He deserved an academy award with those acting skills and she looked to her grandparents, her grandmother was nodding excitedly as discreetly as possible.

“We’re alright with it. Y/N?” Her grandfather asked.

“Yes, that sounds good. Great actually.” She said with a timid smile and Harry had the same expression on his face, “If you can just give me a minute to grab my shoes and purse?”

“Of course. Take your time.” He assured and she nodded and excused herself quickly and Harry bit his lip nervously before looking back to David and Cristina, “Ummm-” he swallowed the lump in his throat, “I’ve been getting to know Y/N quite well at work and I am continuously impressed by her. She is smart and quick and ambitious a-and tenacious and I really like that.” He said to them. Cristina was clutching around her fork so hard she thought it could bend, she was waiting for him to ask if he could formally date her - he had to be! 

“Yes, she has always been quite the go-getter.” David chuckled and Cristina nodded in agreement with her husband.

“I can certainly imagine that to be the case.” Harry smiled along with them, “And as I said, I really like that and I find it admirable and I…” he paused to swallow down his nerves, “I’m just completely taken by her and I would like to get to know more of her outside of the professional setting. With your permission of course.” He said to David and Cristina. Cristina wasn’t even trying to hold back her excitement anymore.

“You want to go steady with her?”

“I-if she’d like to, yes.” Harry said with a smile.

“Harry, I do like you. I think you are a kind and forthright young man and you’ve certainly shown us plenty of your good character with how you’ve treated Y/N. But what happens if things don’t work out as you all expect, with work and what not?”

“Oh, David!” Cristina tutted.

“It’s alright, that is a very valid question. After all, I am Y/N’s boss and there is another dynamic at play there.” He appeased Cristina, “But I do believe Y/N and I are mature enough to be objective about work and then be however else outside of work if she were to agree to go out with me. Also, if the relationship does advance to more serious territory there are some steps to take with human resources to protect each of us professionally were things to not go as expected.”

“So you expect things to last with her?” Cristina jumped in with a smile and Harry’s face heated up with a blush and he slightly shrugged.

“I mean…I would hope so. I think she likes me too.” He said and Cristina nodded.

“Oh, she certainly does.” She confirmed making them all chuckle.

“I do understand that life happens and sometimes things don’t always go as planned, but I can promise you both that regardless of what goes on I will treat her with the utmost respect and care. I know that she is special, I see it every single day and I have to just…wrap my mind around it every single day.” He said with a small smile, “I got so incredibly lucky and I don’t let myself forget it.” He said to them. Cristina’s eyes were welling up as Harry finished.

“Well, that settles it then. I don’t think we could ask for any more than that for her.” David said to Harry with a nod and Harry smiled.

“Thank you.” Harry hummed. He was absolutely buzzing internally. They continued chatting and a few moments later Y/N came down and Harry immediately stood.

“Ready!” She announced.

“Perfect. Ummm, I should have her back to you by 9:30?” He asked Y/N and she nodded. It was about to be 8pm soon, the sun was already setting behind the hills, that should be plenty of time.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She assured.

“Alright kids, drive carefully.” Cristina admonished and Harry assured he would as he briefly hugged her and kissed her cheek before shaking hands with David and then they were both walking out to Harry’s car. Cristina watched from inside as he opened up her door and helped her settle in before he got situated himself and they took off. 

“Is there a place that you like?” Harry asked as he slowly drove them out of her neighborhood. 

“Yes. I’ll tell you where to go.” She assured and he reached for hand as they drove down the main street for several minutes, “Make a right at the next intersection.” She said and he went on and did just that and they started going up a hill, passing by some beautiful houses and he was wondering where they were going because it was looking less and less residential.

“Where are you taking us?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She said with a grin as she directed him to keep driving up until they passed a sign that said “Welcome to Angeles National Forest” and he glanced to her and she giggled.

“I can assure you there is no ice cream in the forest.” He said to her and she giggled.

“I know, but there’s this really great view spot where you can see the city, kinda like your house.” She said and he hummed as he ran his thumb along the side of her hand, “We stopped by once after we went camping up here.” She said and he smiled.

“How long ago was that?”

“Mmmm, I must’ve been like 10 or 11?” She said as they rounded the curves of the roads, “Gram got eaten alive by mosquitoes so we never did it again.” She giggled as she remembered and he chuckled, “Then I came a few more times with friends and I haven’t been back in a while. Oh, the spot is right after we curve around this part of the mountain.” She said and he started to slow down. The road was completely desolate and even the view point was in the same state as he carefully drove onto the dirt area and stopped slowly, smiling as they looked down the entirety of Los Angeles.

“Wow…” he said quietly as he put the car in park and shut it off and immediately moved to get out of the car and she smiled and did the same. They met around the front of the car and he dipped down to kiss her lips quickly. “Let’s sit up here.” He said, patting on the hood of the car and she nodded. He helped her up before pulling himself up as well and they both laid back on the windshield, their hands intertwined as they looked out at the gorgeous view. The warmth of it beneath them was a gorgeous contrast compared to the slightly cold breeze from the mountain air.

“In the day time, on a really clear day, you can literally see the ocean from here.”

“Really?” He wondered aloud and she nodded.

“I also like that you can see all the stars from here.” She said and he glanced up and saw the bright specks of light completely littering the sky, “Slightly on your right and a little further back, that’s the Hercules constellation.” She pointed out and he squinted to try and make it out.

“Where?”

“You see that like, boxy shape?” She pointed with her finger as best as she could and he chuckled.

“I can’t make anything out.” He said with a small laugh and she huffed.

“At least try…” she said and he laughed as he squinted a bit, “Right….there.” she said pointing his hand right at the box of stars and she guided his hand to show him the shape, “It’s just there.” 

“Looks more like a 4-legged spider to me, baby.” He said softly now that he had found the shape.

“You’re not wrong about that.” She giggled.

“OK, show me another one.” He said softly and she smiled.

“Mmmm… on the left of the Hercules there’s  like a crescent moon shaped on. S’like a little cluster, don’t remember what it’s called though.” 

“Oh! That one I do see.” He said almost immediately, “Maybe we call it, Y/N’s smile.” He said turning to her and she couldn’t help it as her lips split to reveal a big and beautiful smile as her face heated up from his flirtations, “Literally identical.” He said as his thumb came over her bottom lip and ran along the curve of it. It was dark and their eyes had adjusted to it this way, but the bright summer moon was washing everything around them in a dim, silvery color and he could make out her pretty, delicate face just enough.

“You’re really cheesy.” She giggled timidly.

“Yeah, disgustingly so.” He confirmed as his hand traveled down her neck, his fingers could feel the fastened pace of her pulse, it made him feel excited and for his soul to yearn for her in a way that he had never felt before. Sure, he had told people that he loved them before in their relationship, but the way he felt with her made him question it all. This was love. It was the way he felt joy when he heard her uplifting voice chirp out a ‘good morning’ as he got into the office. It was the way that he noticed that she always bit her lip back to avoid smiling so wide. It was the way that he felt like mush inside when she would say his name. It was the way his heart would beat out of time when he got to feel her lips against his own. Love was everything he experienced with her simply because it was her there with him.

“What?” She asked with a smile on her face as he just stared.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He practically whispered to her and she felt her entire body melt to mush as his words processed in her mind. She felt the exact same way; she was so scared she would never find someone like him, but here he was.

“I feel that way about you too.” She whispered and he just turned over and attached their lips in an immediately heated kiss. The preamble to this intense or fiery moment between them apart from their weighted confessions. As their lips moved together she couldn’t think of anything but that ache that she felt to be closer to him. As close as she possibly could be to him. It was an ache unlike anything she had ever felt before and she just knew that the only remedy for it was him. She felt even more wound up as his lips smeared down her neck, sucking very lightly at her skin, his hold on her was tight, as if she was using her as his grounding agent to not get too carried away. But she needed him to get carried away and to unleash whatever desires he had on her.

“Oh, Harry…” she moaned breathily and the pretty sound literally made a tingle shoot straight down to where his cock was impossibly erect for. He let a soft groan roll through his chest.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name.” Harry spoke against the warm skin of her neck, “Specially when I know it’s because you’re begging for me. Begging for me because you’re probably completely soaking through your knickers for me.” She moaned as he said that.

“I need you. I need you so bad.” She whispered shakily and he groaned, losing his resolve and getting off of the car and pulling her over to him. He stood between her as his hands roamed up her thighs and his lips kissed hers aggressively. Finally, his fingers reached the button of her jeans and he started to undo it.

“Need you too, baby.” He mumbled against her mouth, “Need to be inside of you.” He said before smearing their lips together again.

There was a fire in his body that only she could quell. It was brewing inside of him all of the time; after the first time he had her it was hard to not think about it. About how it felt to sink inside of her of her tight and wet little hole, she had taken it so well. He had been sweet and calm with her thus far, but he wanted far more than that. He wanted to absolutely wreck her for anyone else, he wanted to pound his cock into her so hard that she could feel him for days after - but would she be alright with that?

“Baby, please.” She begged.

“OK. Gonna bend you over the hood.” He said and she nodded. He pulled her pants and panties  down to her knees before undoing his own pants and as soon as he was freed he started to stroke over his cock when it suddenly dawned on him, “Shit, I don’t have a condom.” He said in almost a pained voice and she whined, “I-I don’t mind. I can still…I just won’t finish inside of you.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just please get inside.” She said and he grabbed himself and lined his cock up to her entrance, tapping against her swollen and sticky cunt. He could imagine that his precum was probably creating sticky strings as it combined with her arousal.  He could feel his balls throbbing, feeling full and heavy with all of the cum he wanted to pour inside of her. 

“Fuck, here I go.” He warned and she nodded and he thrust forward, his wide tip did an excellent job of opening her up, it made her breath hitch as he slowly sunk into her. The downward angel was doing things to her, she could feel him rubbing into parts of her that were new to her. When he finally bottom up he squeezed her hips hard and groaned as he rolled his hips into her, getting as deep as he could and she bowed her head as she pushed back into him as well, “How do you want it, baby?” He asked and she felt a chill travel through her whole body.

“However you like, I can take it.” She said and he groaned as one of his hands traveled up to the back of her neck and pressed down.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, remind me who I belong to.” She moaned and he lost it at that. He drew out, nearly to the tip before roughly colliding his hips with hers and she gasped as he squeezed down around the back of her neck. Then he did it again and again, until the slight hurt of his rough thrusts melted into the most delicious pleasure and pressure in the deepest part of her. His breathing was hard and ragged as he mercilessly pounded away into her. A soft groan left her lips every time his front would meet with her ass, timing their sounds in perfect unison. She could feel hers legs losing their strength as he drove deep into her spot.

“Feel so good around my cock, baby.” He groaned and she whined out, “Wanted me to claim your little cunt as mine, is that right?” He panted.

“Yes, Harry! Yes!” She whimpered through the pleasure.

“Good. Gonna finish all over your pretty little cunt, really make it mine like that.” He said and she let out a moan that she didn’t even know she had in her, “You take my big cock really well, baby. Could be inside of you all day if you’d let me.” Her breathing hitched when he parted her legs further and sunk in as deep as possible.

“Oh my god!” She gasped at the dull ache of him reaching a new depth, “I-it’s- you’re  too deep!” She strained out and he groaned as he slowed down his pace.

“Didn’t you say I could fuck you however I wanted because you could take it?” He asked and she moaned as he delivered a hard thrust again, just as deep and it made her tense up.

“Didn’t say to stop, did I?” She retorted and he grinned as he wound her hair up in his fist and pulled her taut.

“No you didn’t. Gonna really give it to you now, OK?” He warned and she moaned and he started to mercilessly pound into her pussy. He was losing himself in the feeling reverberating through his own body. He couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to ever stop fucking her this way. Y/N felt that he was splitting her in two with how hard and fast he was going, but the brute force he was using was satisfying that primal and feral desire she had for him. It was bringing her to her end and quickly, especially with him pounding into her g-spot.

“Oh fuck, Harry!” She cried out and he grinned.

“Fuck…” he growled, “Love how tight your little cunt squeezes my cock.” His filthy words were her ultimate weakness, it made her mind fog and for her to want to do more to hear what he was really thinking and she tightened up again and she moaned, “Fuck baby,” he stammered, “d-don’t do that you’re gonna make me come and I won’t be able to pull out in time.” He panted and she did it again and he tossed his head back as his tummy swirled with pleasure, “Be good or I’ll pull out.” He smacked her ass when he recovered.

“M’sorry, I’ll be good for you.” She whimpered and he growled.

“You’re already good for me, baby. So fucking good, you feel so fucking good.” He grunted.

“I’m so close!” She warned, “Pull my hair harder.” She pleaded and he groaned as he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled it back and she smiled, “Oh fuck yes, you do own my pussy. I’m all yours, Harry.” He grinned at her confession.

“Fuck, I knew there was a little devil inside of you, baby. Gonna do things to you that you’ve never even dreamed of to get your little pussy creaming all over my cock.” He grunted roughly and just like that she was unraveling. She didn’t hold back her sounds as she spiraled through the pleasure. There was slight pain, but lots of good feelings swarming through her body and making her legs shake, “Oh fuck, baby! I’m gonna come!” He warned as he continued pounding into her, his own legs were tired, but he didn’t want to stop. 

“Harry!” She whimpered as she started to feel the pleasurable feeling amplify as he chased his high, continuously ramming into her g-spot. She felt like she was about to burst from the inside out. He could feel her pulsing around him again and he smiled breathlessly.

“Give me one more. One more, baby. Can feel you’re right there.” He panted tiredly and she couldn’t even say anything, her mouth just fell open in a silent scream as she started to come undone. Harry felt a pressure from inside of her pushing his cock out and he pulled out only to hear her scream in pleasure as her cum squirted out of her and he groaned, but held her up quickly so she wouldn’t fall to the ground. He stuffed his cock back inside and pumped in a few times before he pulled out again and with heavy breaths and a low groan he started to come all over her bottom, painting it with his warm and milky load. Y/N was clutching to the hood for dear life as her legs warred to keep her on her feet. Harry then sunk down to his knees, still holding her up by the hips as he let his tongue roll out of her mouth and lick her bottom clean of his cum, the proceeded to part her cheeks to make space as he licked up her pussy and she gasped from the sensitivity.

“Mmmm, it’s not ice cream, but still fucking tasty.” He hummed and then licked up her inner thighs, working his way back up to her pussy.

“Harry…” she whimpered, reaching back to grab onto his hair and he smiled.

“Fuck yourself on my tongue, baby.” He mumbled and pushed it inside and as weak and tired as she was, her hips had other plans as she ground against his face.

“Oh my god!” She gasped as his fingers came up to her clit and started rubbing, “I’m g-gonna come!” She sobbed and he moaned, the vibrations speeding up her orgasm and with a feeble cry she started to come again and he moaned as he felt her grow wetter and stickier against his mouth. He gradually came to a slow and eventually pulled away, but not before kissing at her right cheek and then her left. Still holding her at the hips, he pulled himself up and slowly turned her around. She was blissed out and shaking and hazy and Harry smiled at her and she returned it weakly. 

“You’re trying to kill me.” She exhaled.

“Sorry baby, was that too much? Should I have stopped?” He asked with a frown.

“No, it was incredible I’ve never… that’s never happened to me before.” She said, “Thought I couldn’t handle it, but I liked it a lot.”

“Did you really?” He asked her and she nodded, “It felt like…I don’t know, like I’ve always wanted to feel that out of control and at someone’s mercy, I guess?” She said and he listened to her, “I just don’t think I ever trusted anyone enough to actually just let them do what they wanted. I did like it though, makes me feel like you can’t control yourself around me. Like I drive you wild. Makes me feel how I feel when I’m around you.” She admitted and he smirked.

“Oh baby, s��because I do feel all of those things about you. I feel like I’m running about ten degrees hotter than everyone else when you’re nearby. I feel like I just can’t contain myself around you. I could fuck you like that more often if you want?” 

“Yes. As much as you want.” She said quickly and he chuckled.

“Eager little thing. We’ll see how you’re feeling tomorrow.” He hummed and she giggled and agreed, “Let me help you get these on.” He said reaching down to pull her panties and jeans back on, “They’re a little damp.” He said and she shrugged.

“Oh well.” She hummed and he helped her into the car. He then went around and started it up as he checked his watch, barely making out the numbers reading 9:15.

“We might be a little late.” He said to her.

“It’s OK, they won’t mind.” She assured and he smiled at her before leaning in and grabbing her face gently.

“I forgot to ask, do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked her with a hopeful smile and she glanced up and hummed pensively, “Really? After what just transpired between us?” He asked with a tone of mock offense and she giggled.

“Of course I do.” She responded before their lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Good.” He hummed into her lips with a smile.

After that they made the drive to her home and made some plans for the weekend. Something quiet and intimate because there were so many things he wanted to know about her and he didn’t want anything to distract from her. When he dropped her off he walked her up to the door and kissed her briefly on the lips and she assured him that she’d be at the office the following day and then he was heading back to his car. She shared the news of her new relationship with Harry and then headed off to get ready for bed and it felt divine to just fall into her bed and she exhaled slowly and smiled up at the ceiling. 

Y/N’s mind was slowing down as she started to doze off when she started feeling it. It was a good kind of ache. There was a steady pulse of dull pain that had her full attention. It wasn’t just external, but deep inside of her as well, right on that spot where Harry’s cock was pounding into her. She smiled because it was that kind of ache that you had to work hard for. The kind of ache that made you feel like you had accomplished something. And boy had they accomplished plenty. All that she knew was that she liked the feeling and she couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him that she liked it. She like it a lot.

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Series:

The Years Between US (incomplete)

age gap, smut, angst, fluff

Synopsis and Character List

Part I

Mini Series:

The Divorce (incomplete)

the one where Y/N takes on her first high profile case as an assistant at a law firm. Her first client? Harry Styles.

smut, angst, fluff and a Harry who is delightfully insufferable :)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Tolerate It (complete)

the one where Harry is a workaholic and Y/N doesn't know how long she can take it anymore.

angst, taylor swift inspired and a Harry who needs to get his head on straight

Part I

Part II

Part III

Obsession (incomplete)

the one where Y/N meets her brother's girlfriends family for the first time and takes a specific interest in a certain older Mr Styles

Part I

Stars Around My Scars (incomplete)

the one where Y/N is throwing Niall a surprise birthday party and she bumps into Harry Styles on the street while buying candles

Part I

Mr and Mrs Styles (upcoming)

the one where Y/N and Harry are assassins for rival companies and they're trying to take each other down. oh and they're married.

Mr and Mrs Smith AU

A Delicate Point of View (upcoming)

the one where recently widowed Mr Styles is looking for a nanny and Y/N just recently happens to be jobless

Sound of Music AU

One Shots:

The Wedding

the one where Y/N is stressed planning for their wedding and Harry can't seem to do anything right

Rainbows and Hospital Rooms

the one where Harry is a grumpy doctor, Y/N is his intern and she's late on her first day

Kissy?

the one where Harry simply cannot keep his lips off Y/N

Enough For You

the one where Harry kisses EmRata in Tokyo and Y/N finds out on Twitter

Spells of Fate

the one where Y/N keeps feeling dizzy and Harry is ever the protective boyfriend

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ABO FIC REC, Part IV: Below are more recent abo fics. (Part I, Part II, Part III)

📖 Unrequited by @babyhoneyheslt (143k)

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly. However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

📖 Tangled in your love and light by @likelarryfics (95k)

Harry doesn't have time for romance or finding an Alpha between balancing work, studying and looking after his daughter, Bella. Enter Louis Tomlinson who's a romantic sweet Alpha, determined to win the omegas heart and turns Harry's whole world upside down, making him question everything he's ever wanted and known.

📖 Secrets in Winter by @softfonds (82k)

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

📖 Ace of Spades by @allwaswell16 (78k)

Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic. Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

📖 Bikestrike by @thinlinez (68k)

What would you do if you saw someone riding your bike, which had been stolen weeks before, across campus? Omega Harry chose to show no mercy. He didn't know it would all lead him to his own demise.

📖 There You Are by @tiredtiredtzofiya (55k)

Prince Harold, youngest pup of the House of Lancaster, has a secret. Louis, a healer at the king’s court with a keen knowledge of plants and herbs, simply wishes to know the shy young prince better. When Harry, the heir loved by everybody yet needed by no one, takes ill after several arduous heats, lonely Louis is the one entrusted to care for him, and the resultant bond that forms between the two tests the limits of in sickness and in health.

📖 Angel Baby by @brightgolden (51k)

When Louis’ sugar-baby-turned-mate suddenly wanted a pup, he simply couldn’t say no to his bright-eyed omega. After all, who didn’t want a mini Harry running around the house? He should have known that it wasn’t all wonderful in the wonderland of baby making.

📖 Some Records Turnin’ by @ireallysawanangel (49k)

Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

📖 does it always end in heartbreak? by @onlythebravest (47k)

Life never plays out the way one wants it to and no one ever goes through it unharmed. A story of two relationships, two life stages and more than only two broken hearts.

📖 put a little love on me by @larrydoinglaundry (29k)

Two people who are always taking care of someone else’s needs while ignoring their own, just happen to cross paths.

📖 'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by @absoloutenonsense (26k)

When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.

📖 Not Safe For Work by @greenblueish (23k)

the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.

📖 Incandescent Love by @marchessa (21k)

the one where Alpha Louis is a world famous musician, who could get anyone he wanted, but instead he fell for a proper omega of high society. Too bad Harry shows no sign of wanting to settle down and start a family with him yet. The omega seems to be perfectly happy with their friends-with-benefits relationship. Louis is pining hard, and he might be running out of time when Harry’s father decides to start meddling with his only son’s future.

📖 Your Eyes Outshine the Town by @insightfulinsomniac (19k)

When a freak French snowstorm traps Harry's family in Paris, he's suddenly left flying home for a Christmas spent alone. However, everything changes after a chance encounter with an undeniably attractive, generous alpha who suggests that Harry join his family's Christmas celebrations. Against his better judgment, Harry agrees, and follows Louis back to Doncaster for the holidays. Little does he know, he'll not only become attached to the alpha, but to his entire family. Maybe his Christmas won't be as lonely as he expected. Complete and utter fluff ensues. Sappy Christmas tropes abound.

📖 Swap me for your shadow by @lunarheslwt (16k)

If Louis thought being in love with his best friend was a knife that continually twisted into his heart before, it was nothing compared to when Harry started to go around talking about having fallen for someone else. A 5+1 fic; 5 times Louis has to listen to Harry’s vague confessions of love for his ‘omega friend’ and the 1 time Louis snaps and confesses his love for Harry.

📖 The Room Thief by @2tiedships2 (12k)

When Louis comes home and is confronted by his knothead alpha flatmates, he knows it won’t result in anything good, but he didn’t expect to be left homeless, effective immediately. He definitely didn’t expect to fall for the specific knothead who stole his room.

📖 No (Birth) Control by @haztobegood (2k)

An unfortunate situation left Harry without contraceptives a day before his heat.

📖 Untraditional Rut by @dreamersdivin-headfirst (2k)

Ever since then, he figured out why he’s never enjoyed his traditional ruts. Because he’s not into the whole primal animalistic stereotype of alpha ruts. He’s into spanking and wax play.

📖 we don't fight fair by @hellolovers13 (2k)

Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.

📖 hey stupid, i love you by @enchantedlandcoffee (1k)

The one where self-proclaimed Valentine's Day hater, Louis, surprises his boyfriend on their first Valentine's together.

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Hey Little Train 5 [Fred Weasley x Reader]

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Title: Hey Little Train 5/5 (5 part mini series)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader {Established Relationship/ Engaged}

Timeline: Set immediately after the war up to 4 years later.

Summary: The memoirs of a broken woman after the death of her beloved.

Warnings: SAD FIC. This one will hurt. Mentions of death, grief, depression, suidical thoughts. Suicide. Loss and pain, a lot of crying. Smut, sexual references, graphic sex. Dreams. Female reader.

Word count: 1.1k

Heavily inspired by Nick Cave & the bad seeds’ O Children’, the unofficial song of Harry Potter.

Hey little train!We are all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We're happy, Ma, we're having fun

It's beyond my wildest expectation

Bright white lights surrounded you, brighter than you'd ever experienced but by some miracle it didn't hurt your eyes nor make you want to shy away from the brightness. Your eyes were wide open, fixed to your curious surroundings as you tried to make sense of what you had walked into. It reminded you of King's Cross station, the brick support arches all around though they were near translucent, camouflaged into the white Misty background that seemed to go on forever.

You were walking forwards but you felt like you were floating, with no sound from your footsteps and a complete stillness that made you realise that you weren't breathing, your chest not moving and the familiar feel and sound of your thumping heartbeat no longer permeating through your body.

Your entire soul felt free, no longer burdened by the pain and the grief you'd carried like a curse for these past 4 years. There was no pain here, no sadness and at last you felt a glimmer of hope that you'd be welcomed into paradise having endured your purgatory.

You searched around in the calm stillness for a sign of anything to guide you when a sudden anxious thought overcame you. It had been four years since Fred's death, four years that you'd continued to live and age whilst he had not- if you were fortunate to see him again, would you look old to him now? Would he still want you? Would you ever even see him again?

You looked down at your left hand and smiled seeing that your engagement ring was still proudly sat upon your finger. Only, your hand looked different in some way, the thinness and the toils of grief no longer present upon your skin- you were younger.

You breathed a sigh of relief and once again smiled, more hopeful than ever that you were now completely unburdened.

"Fancy seeing you here, princess."

You spun around faster than you thought possible, almost stumbling as you followed the sound of the once familiar voice, the exact one you'd fought so hard not to forget.

Fred was leaning against one of the brick support arches over to the side and the sight of him made you want to weep, to fall to your knees and scream out in elation, the sheer emotion of seeing him again too much for you to handle. He had the most gorgeous smirk upon his face, arms crossed with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and it brought a wider smile to your face seeing him so casual, so happy. His hair was fiery red just as you remembered and his hair was spiky at the front, exactly styled as you last remembered it to be.

When he moved towards you, your knees almost buckled but it gave you the shock you needed to snap back to reality.

You ran, as quick as your feet would allow, desperate to feel him again. You jumped into his arms like a child, the solid wall of his body flush against yours once more as he wraps those big arms around you tightly. You could hear his chuckle, it permeated through your mind and your soul and you clung closer to him than before. His scent enveloped you completely, the comforting and oh so familiar blend that you knew to be so specific to Fred that filled your nostrils and anchored you back to happier times. You'd have sobbed with relief if you could have, but there were no tears here.

Frantic words fall from your lips but they are mostly unintelligible, more like sounds of relief and of love intermingled as you cling to him, praying they he wouldn't disappear again.

"I love you," he says, the relief clear in his voice as me of his hands wraps around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as you hold on to each other. Your feet are completely off the floor, secure in his hold and you both laugh in sheer delight as he moves his hands and spins you both around by holding your waist.

You bend down, for once it's you doing the leaning, and you press a kiss to his full lips. You place both hands on the sides of his face and dedicate your entire attention to the kiss, trying to spell out how desperately you'd missed him with your lips. His hands scramble on your waist, clearly itching to hold you elsewhere and he places you down back onto the ground before dominating the kiss whilst keeping you close. His left hand wraps back into your hair whilst his right holds your hip tightly as he walks you back two steps until you're pressed against the brick pillar. Time doesn't seem to exist here, or maybe you just don't care about it, your entire focus on Fred alone.

You both pull apart eventually with matching dazed eyes and soft smiles, hardly able to let go of each other as your hands remain entwined.

It's everything you wanted, better than you could ever have imagined, better than your wildest expectations of how this would go. You feel complete again, finally a whole person.

He rests his forehead against yours and you savour the moment, committing it to your memory incase you're ever separated again.

"You have no idea how good it is to see you again baby," he says softly and you almost laugh at the ridiculousness of his words.

"I think I have an idea," you say with a slight hiccup, hardly able to think of the pain from before.

"You should have, you didn't have to," he says gently, stumbling over his words in a rare occurrence. "You had a life to live."

"Without you?" You counter, understanding now what he was saying. "Without you, it wasn't a life worth living."

He pulls you in for another kiss, this time it's equally as heartfelt but not as blistering, conveying the love that was shared between you.

"What happens now?" You ask once you'd pulled apart, a little afraid of what he'd say. You hadn't really consider what happens after this.

"Now we have forever," he smirks, chuckling as your face erupts into a beaming smile. "But first, this."

He pulls you by the arm and holds you closely with his right arm before linking your left hands together, just as you had all those years ago at the Yule Ball.

"There's no music," you laugh as he begins to sway and spin you wildly.

"Don't need it Mrs Weasley, we can make our own!"

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Round and Round - Thin Lines Pt. 3*

“You make the night, I always cross the line. Tightened our belts, abused ourselves. Get in our way, we’ll put you on your shelf.”

Summary: “Harry offers to accompany you to Reece’s house party. You aren’t sure at first, but after an unpleasant confrontation, Harry turns out to be exactly what you need.”

Wc: 4k

Tropes: opera-singer!mc x rockstar!harry

Warnings: slight exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, possesiveness, degradation.

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You had kept the promise to yourself that you were going to text Harry back.

It had been three weeks since you met him at that sketchy club and lost your virginity to him, and ever since then you had said yes to almost every invitation he sent you, and had even invited him to your place a couple of times.

It was quite nerve racking, the first time he came by. But you quickly found out that Harry couldn't have been less interested in your interior design choices; he had stripped the both of you of your clothes in under five minutes after his arrival.

You loved that you could use Harry as a distraction from Reece and his stupid girlfriend. Or— well, stupid Reece and his actually very lovely girlfriend. That was the problem; she was very nice. There was no way you could hate her. You still resented her a little bit for having Reece, though. But you knew it was irrational, and that under any other circumstance, you would've been great friends with her.

She'd tried—Reece's girlfriend—to become closer with you, but you couldn't bring yourself to bear witness to them so much. She would always bring up Reece in the conversation, and you knew it was her trying to bond—as you obviously both know Reece—but it was too painful. You needed to get over him, and what better way than getting railed by a gorgeous and dangerous man?

It was a great part of the appeal; the danger thing. You both knew that whatever it was that the two of you shared wasn't serious; it was just sex. Yes, you were fascinated with Harry and would've loved to spend some time by his side, but you knew it wasn't actually going anywhere.

It's what made you extra surprised, when Harry proposed what he had the other night:

"Do you have the number of a cab company." You asked, slowly getting up from the hotel bed Harry had booked for himself. He frowned.

"You can sleep here, it's cool." He assures you, but you shook your head.

"Can’t. Gotta get up early tomorrow." You sighed, and the tone of your voice sounded a bit sad. You were absolutely not looking forward to tomorrow. It would've brought you more pleasure to be shot in the head with a rifle.

"Getting executed or something?" Harry joked, but there was a small hint of... worry, maybe?

"What?" You asked with a breathy chuckle, looking over at him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"You sound depressed about it."

It was your turn to frown. You guys never really talked about anything but sex, and most of it was dirty talk. You were pleasantly surprised about him initiating this conversation about your feelings.

"It's Reece's housewarming party and Fourth of July party. It's his new house. That he bought, with his girlfriend." You explained, and watch Harry mouth form into an 'o' shape.

"That's rough." He remarked, and you nodded as you put on your shoes.

"I'll just get through the hour and a half of torture, fake a stomach flu and go home or something. Should be fine."

Silence took over the room and stayed there until you were all dressed and ready to go. You had your jacket in your hand and stood in front of the bed, looking over at Harry.

"So, do you have the number of a cab company or should I go to the reception?" You asked. Harry was lying there, shirtless and with a pondering look on his face.

"I can come."

"What? Downstairs?" You asked, beyond confused. Harry shook his head.

"To the house warming. I have nothing to do tomorrow anyway." He suggested casually, and waited until you tilted your head to go on. "We can go, I'll distract you a bit and then we can spend the rest of the night at yours."

You stayed silent for a minute, not really knowing what to say. It would be quite fun to bring him along, you thought. Plus, he would make for a great distraction and serve as a bit of a way to make Reece jealous. Then maybe he could be the tormented one for once.

But you weren't completely sure if bringing the coked out rockstar would be the best thing to do. After all, there would be some people you knew professionally too, and you didn't want to leave a sour taste in anyone mouth. Especially considering how expressive Harry had always been with his thoughts. While that was really cool and rebellious, you weren't sure if that was a luxury you could afford.

"I don't know Harry, I think you'd be bored." You said in all honesty, but Harry shook his head.

"I'm gonna be bored either way. Better to be bored with the guarantee of a fuck later." He argued, and you sniffled a laugh.

"And they say romance is dead."

"As if that's what you came to me for." Harry smirked, and your lips tugged up into a smile. He was right, it was the last thing you sought in this relationship, if that was even the right word.

"You can't be high, and you have to look decent." You said, seeing if the demand would make him back out, but his eyebrows only raised.

"You saying I don't look decent, sweetheart?"

"You look sexy, you always do." You said, and you saw his eyes widen for just a millisecond. "But there's going to be people I know professionally."

"Fine, I'll be all cleaned up for you, sweetheart." He gave in, much to your surprise. You nodded one final time.

"I'll text you the details. And I'll ask the receptionist about the cab." You told him as you put on your jacket and opened the door. "See you tomorrow."

You closed that door with a bit of a giddy feeling, but despite the excitement you fell asleep quite easily.

The next day he picked you up only five minutes later than you had told him, which was quite impressive for Harry. He was usually about an hour late.

You had chosen a white dress, simply because you wanted to look elegant. Harry looked the complete opposite of you, with his fully black outfit. But he looked nice, all cleaned up indeed. He had even shaved his stubble, which you would have mourned had his bare face not look so angelic. He also put on a cologne that you were only vaguely familiar with. When you asked him about it, he mentioned it was only for 'special occasions'.

Reece's girlfriend welcomed you and Harry with a big smile on her face, giving you champagne immediately, along with a tour of the house. Reece wasn't there when you arrived, apparently he was BBQing in the back.

You were amazed with the manners of Harry. He smiled when he said hello in that beautiful voice of his, and you saw Reece's girlfriend's cheeks turning red. You didn't blame her; it was just the effect that Harry had. She wasn't the only one. Anyone else you met or saw that night reacted that way to Harry.

Anyone but Reece. The minute he saw you walking out with Harry by your side, his smile dropped. Harry wasn't blind, he saw Reece's reaction, and he would've been lying if he said it didn't satisfy him a little bit.

Over the past few weeks he'd gotten to know you a little better, and in turn had grown protective of you. He didn't do relationships and he didn't want one, but for now you were his, and he needed Reece to know.

You said hello to Reece, giving him a hug—which felt awkward to say the least—before standing next to Harry again. Your stomach tingled at the way Harry's arm immediately wrapped around your waist. It made you feel more steady, because it wasn't very fun, standing with the guy you love in the garden of the house that he bought with his girlfriend.

Reece and Harry shook hands, but it was a bit tense, so you quickly began to look for a way to break the ice a bit.

"What are you making?" You asked, looking at the grill.

"Just the standard BBQ stuff. Listen— Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?" Reece said, face all serious in the way that made your heart sink to your feet.

"Er, sure?" You answered ever so hesitantly. Reece spared one last glance at Harry before walking away. You threw him an apologetic look before following suit. Reece walked all the way to their little shed in the back of the garden. He didn't stop walking until he was inside, so you entered the shed too.

"What's up?" You tried to be casual.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Reece said. Your eyes widened at the frustrated look on his face. What was going on?

"What? What do you mean—"

"You bring him? You bring Harry Styles to my fucking house?" He spat out Harry's name as if it was a virus. You frowned at that. It brought a sense of rage inside of you; Reece insulting Harry like that.

"Yes, so what?" You shrugged. You truly had no idea what the problem was. "I'm allowed to bring a date, am I not?"

Reece let out a breathy chuckled as he shakes his head and threw his arms over each other. "A date... yeah sure."

"Yes, Harry is my date— what the fuck is your problem?!" You exclaimed as you took a threatening step towards him.

"He is my problem! The fact that you brought him— here! That is my problem." Reece answered, taking a step closer to you and closing the distance between the two of you. "I don't like it."

For some reason, that was the last drop.

"Fuck you." You spat out before you can even prevent yourself from saying it in the first place, and you watched as Reece's eyes widen in shock. "We are at the housewarming party of the house you bought with your girlfriend, and you are getting mad at me for bringing a date?!"

"You know it's not like that—"

"You should thank your lucky stars every day for your girlfriend instead of monitoring every guy I interact with. You need to leave me alone, because it hurts. Being here today, standing here, it hurts like hell. So, stop making it unbearable."

With that, you turned around and left. You couldn't have Reece saying any more to you. You were too filled with rage, and refused to let him him sweet talk you, because you knew you'd fall for it. Over and over again. And that was the problem.

You desperately needed a distraction, and luckily he was right there, waiting for you, with that signature smirk on his face as you approached him. He knew the look on your face, he knew what it meant, what was about to go down.

"Everyone, let's go out front for the fireworks!" Reece's girlfriend shouted through the room and everyone follows. Everyone but you. Sauntering in the back, you dragged Harry upstairs instead of outside.

You looked around for the door to the bedroom, and opened it. It was located at the front of the house, so you would still be able to see the fireworks. Although, you figured you were going to see more of your own kind of fireworks.

You leaned in to kiss Harry, but he pushed you onto the bed before you could reach his lips, spreading your legs for you. He watched you watch him impatiently as he withdrew your panties from your legs, relishing the view of your wet pussy. Then, without a word spoken, he did exactly like you silently asked, and dug in like a depraved mad man. You instantly gasped at the touch of his tongue against your clit. You were well aware that you had felt it yesterday, but it was a new sensation every time.

You leaned on your elbows, legs wrapped around Harry's shoulder as you watched the fireworks out the window. Harry's tongue flicked your clit and you moaned as he sucked and licked as if it was the last thing he would ever do. One of his hands was massaging your leg, and he used the other one to finger you.

It started out slow, just with two fingers pumping in and out of you. But as the volume of your moans grew, so did the roughness with which Harry was getting you off. It motivated him; the sound of your desperation to be fucked by him.

"Har— Daddy! F-fuucckk..." you whined, and it sounded like you were drunk. But you were stone cold sober; just drunk on Harry.

"No, say my name. If anyone hears us, I want them to know it's me who's making you feel this good." Harry growled before re-attaching his lips to your clit.

When Harry shoved in a third finger, you knew you were done for. In a matter of seconds, the fireworks from outside were happening inside your body, and you cried out Harry's name as your orgasm overtook you.

"Such a good slut... letting me get her off on the bed of the guy she loves." He cooed you as you came down from your high. Harry climbed over you leaning his face as close as he could to you. "You wanna get back at him, sweetheart?"

You nodded profusely, still filled with that rage from the conversation back in the shed.

"Yeah? You wanna show him what he's missing? You wanna make him regret choosing that girl over you?" He asked, ever so tauntingly. Again, you nodded. It was so filthy, but it made it all the more exciting. You were too angry at Reece right now, and you couldn't think of a better way to get back at him in this moment.

"Get up then." He said, pulling you off the bed and leading you towards the window. Everyone was still watching the fireworks out front. You could see everyone talking or watching the fireworks. You were sure people could see you, would they bother to look up your way.

Harry bent you over, putting your hands against the window, and pulled up your dress. You waited in anticipation as you heard the clinking sounds of his belt.

"Harry..." you called out his name in a whine, too impatient to wait for him. You needed his cock and you needed it now.

"You're mine now." Harry suddenly said, the tip of cock stroking over your entrance. He was teasing you, wanting you to listen intently to his words. "I'm the one who's making you feel good, not him. When you think about this bedroom, I don't want you to think about him and what he does with her in here. I want you to think about the time I fucked you in it during their boring ass housewarming party."

Then, Harry pushed his long hard cock inside of you. You instantly moaned at the sensational feeling, it just felt so good to be filled up with him. You didn't think you could ever get tired of it. How each thrust made your body shoot forward, your tits slowly starting to fall out of your top as Harry started to fuck you senseless.

Your hands began to sweat and you saw the smudges you were making on the glass. With heavy eyes, you looked down at all the people watching the fireworks. Little did they know you were getting railed just a few meters above them. There was a small part of you that wished someone would just look up. It was like you needed someone to witness how good Harry was making you feel. It was crazy, the way he took your body like he owned it. Sometimes it felt like a dream.

"Harry... you fuck me so go—ooh, fuck!" You tried, but the way his cock drove into your aching pussy knocked the wind out of you. It was difficult to finish a sentence whenever Harry was inside of you.

"I know, baby." He assured you as his cock repeatedly disappeared into your cunt. One hand on your hip held you steady, while the other one raked through your hair, occasionally tugging on it. The steady rhythm that Harry had built up and its impact of it, made your tits fly out of the top of your dress. You bit your lip, cheeks red at the occasional moan to escape your lips anyway. You didn't even know why you were trying to be silent.

"C'mon baby, cream my cock right above all these unknowing people. Won't be long before they will know, what with all these marks on your pretty skin." Harry growled as he slammed into you, his fingers finding your clit again. The combination of the circles he rubbed and the naughty words he spoke had you so incredibly close to your orgasm. And Harry knew that, it's why he kept on talking.

"What would they think, huh? When they found out that innocent, little opera singer Y/N's real ambition is to get fucked and watched. Hmm? Think they'd like to know that your look on stage will never beat the way you look with my cum all over your face?"

That brought you over the edge. You wailed as the wave of built up tension dissolved into nothing but pleasure. Your hands slid down the window, leaving an obvious mark. Before you could regain your senses, Harry pulled his cock out of your body, leaving you empty, and pulled you back onto the bed.

You complied, getting on all fours before him, your hands tangled in the once prettily made up sheets.

"You know what to do, don't you baby?" Harry asked, his fingers taking through your now messy hair. You nodded, a drunk smile on your face. You hand reached out to his cock, slowly starting to stroke him. As soon as Harry's eyes closed, and his head tipped backwards, you put your lips around him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head back and forth, trying to suck him until all of his come was at the back of your throat.

Harry opened his eyes and they met yours, a tortured grunt leaving his mouth at the sight of you sucking him off in Reece's bedroom. He couldn't resist gathering your hair and wrapping it around his head, then pushing your mouth all around his cock. A muffled groan sounded from beneath, the vibrations of the sound adding to Harry's pleasure.

Harry's hips started moving, creating his own favorite rhythm to you choking around his cock. You let him use you, focusing on your breathing instead.

"Fuck baby, you love being used, don't you?" He moaned as an approving sound left your mouth, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at both his words and the rough movements. "That's right, nothing more than a pretty doll for me to use whenever I want."

Again you agreed with him. Harry only became rougher, your head stinging a bit from the grip he had on it. But you loved it, to be so submitted to him. It felt like the first time he fingered you in front of all of those people, and you had no choice but to surrender and come for him.

Your hand reached out again, and you began fondling his balls a bit. You knew Harry loved that, and you were right, because a guttural groan sounded from  above, and soon your eyes were blurry with how harshly he shoved his cock down your throat.

You moaned, satisfied with his roughness, and just like that, his cum spilled into your mouth. He stilled inside you, his head low as he panted out his orgasm. You swallowed every last bit of it. When his grip loosened on your head, you took it as a sign that you could remove your mouth from his sensitive cock.

You coughed a few times before getting up from the bed. You stumbled towards the bathroom, where you assessed the state of yourself, post-fuck.

Your eyes widened when they met your own in the mirror. Jeez, that was quite the experience. You grabbed a cotton pad and some make-up remover from Reece's girlfriend and wiped away the mascara under your eyes. After flipping your hair a few times, and adjusting your dress, you looked like you had never been fucked into oblivion in the first place.

You closed the door to pee, and when you were done doing your business, you sauntered back into the room. The sight of Harry straightening up the bed sheets a bit made you smile. It was still evident that someone had been on the bed, but at least it didn't look all disheveled anymore.

"So... wanna go home?" You asked, tilting your head innocently. Harry's lips formed into a smirk, as he nodded.

"Perfect plan." He said, making you chuckle.

You grabbed his hand and carefully let him down the stairwell. People were still watching the fireworks outside, so nobody saw you guys coming down. You were quick to grab your purse, before walking through the front door.

"Hey! I was wondering where you two were!" Reece's girlfriend greeted you happily, a couple of her friends standing next to her. All of them are watching you intently, and it kind of feels like you got caught. You force a smile, trying to think of a reasonable excuse.

"Y/N isn't feeling so good. We're thinking she came down with something." Harry said softly, his hand stroking your back. You resisted the urge to frown at his sudden attitude change, instead nodding sadly. The women all immediately gave you a pitiful stare. Damn, Harry was good.

"I'm just gonna get her back to her apartment and take care of her. Don't want her to be alone if she feels so bad." He added on, planting a kiss to your temple. You held in the laugh, closing your eyes at Harry's action. When you looked at the group in front of you again, all of their eyes were on Harry. They looked like they just about melted at those sentences.

"Of course! I'm so glad you guys came today! I'll tell Reece that you had to leave early. Now, go! Feel better." Reece's girlfriend smiled at you, and Harry took it as a sign to start walking. You stumbled out a last thank you, before you were off the front lawn and near Harry's car.

The second the both of you were seated and closed the doors, fits of laughter rumbled through the car.

"You are unbelievable! You had them all wrapped around your finger in under ten seconds." You exclaimed, watching as Harry started up the car and began to drive away. You waved at Reece's girlfriend again, her returning the gesture as you raced past the house.

"I try my best." Harry just grinned.

"I'm gonna get her home and take care of her." You repeat his words, a cackling laugh following. "You made each and every one of those women want to jump your bones. You are a very skilled liar. Teach me your ways, please."

"I didn't lie." Harry shrugged, looking over at you. "I am getting you back to your apartment to take care of you. Not my fault that they think that entails feeding you soup."

You giggled, your stomach brewing in excitement at the mention of his promise. Right, he was going to take care of you. In fact, he had been taking care of you, ever since you walked through the doors of that club with him.

You couldn't have found a better distraction.

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A/N: Hey guys! Happy weekend! Thought I would drop Part ll. Really loving this Mini Series so far. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for following along so far! Also, please listen to the song! Its vital to the whole fic!

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Word Count: 8.9k

Warnings: 18+, Language, Smut, Talks of Possible Sex Trauma, Eating Disorder, Body Dysmorphia, Teen Angst, Emotions. (If I miss anything, let me know.)

The universe is either cruel or working in mysterious ways. In ways, I don’t think I’ll ever understand because how is this happening right now? Me crawling through Harry Styles’s window?

The one I’ve liked, maybe even loved, since middle school. 

Okay, yes, using the word “love” feels dramatic, but I don’t know how to explain it, and maybe saying you’ve “loved someone since middle school” is weird because it’s obvious he’s never felt the same way—Trust me, he has proved it time and time again. 

I’ve never been the girl he picks. I’ve always been the background character in his world, and there was a time when even the smallest morsels fed the desperation always booming within, that pull that never went away. 

He wasn’t always this distant figure, a harsh memory of the past when he was a possible aspect of my life. Before everything changed, when maybe his eyes lingered a little longer. When he would look at me, like he did tonight on the roof, when no one was looking, a shared smile, a knowing look, tiny moments I lived for when I was young when I made him the center of my universe—and that’s the thing about being young, right? Everything is so much bigger; we create these scenarios in our heads, and the more we speak them into existence, the more real they become—that was Harry for me.

I liked him so much—so much that it hurt, and I know this sounds crazy, but I swear he liked me too, maybe not to the degree that I had taken it to, but I saw it; it was this gut-deep feeling, like the one I’m feeling now—undeniable—every sign was there. 

A feeling I’ve known like the back of my hand. It’s that same feeling that still pings in my chest whenever Harry looks my way, thinking maybe I might be a passing thought in his mind. That elusive feeling I’ve learned to suppress, bury like he’s nothing, and currently, it’s as potent as his hands on my waist. Steadying me as I find my footing, now I’m through the window, staring up at him with the same desperation I felt a million times before, standing here with every opportunity I would have died for.

The chance to call him mine, even for a moment, I could have him just tonight, and that would be enough, right?

And he’s gazing at me with those green eyes I’ve dreamed about often, and something about it hurts, like why now? Why has he never seen me? What’s changed because I’m still the same person as then—maybe the outside has changed, but I’m still me at my core, and she was never enough for him—so why now when he could have had me all along? 

So many thoughts and feelings are churning through my mind, and I want to ask him. I want to know, but would he tell me? Why does it feel so easy, so comfortable, effortless to be here in his presence, like old friends reuniting, like we haven’t missed a beat, like there hasn’t been an ocean of tides drifting between us for the last five years?

But haven’t I learned by now that the universe doesn’t always play fair? Like somehow I ended up with his ex-best friend, and the kicker is that aside from Harry, he’s the hottest guy in school, and was that a reward from the universe, a clap on the back, “you’ve worked hard all summer,” now your skinny and people see you, the real you.

This is what I’ve been telling myself for the last two years. That you have Trent, the guy that everyone wants, the guy that gets to wear you like the arm candy you’ve become because you’re pretty now, you know, the guy that I should feel so lucky to have because every day girls are lining up to be with him, so smile, don’t eat too much, you still need to fit into those low rise jeans he forced you into buying even though they suck for girls with any kind of hips and ass. 

And how many things have I changed and will continue to change to keep him? To say that I have him because that’s enough, right? I’m enough? 

I’ve become perfectly manicured to fit next to him, and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like my curly hair; I straighten it anyway because he thinks I look sexy with straight hair, and Trent delicately encouraging me to wear more makeup isn’t so bad, especially when I nail a smoky eye or the perfect cat wing, and he calls me hot. Pinching at all the parts of my body that make me insecure, then he gives me that look, lifting my shirt because my jeans are too small, cutting into my flesh, but what he doesn’t realize is that I’m in between sizes because the others are too big now—and I’m fucking starving—and there goes dinner because I can’t bear the look of disappointment across his beautiful face. 

It doesn’t hurt that bad anymore because nobody gets him like I do. Nobody gets the parts of him when our bodies are pressed as one, and he whispers, “I love you,” pushing in and out of me too hard, and that part doesn’t hurt as much anymore because that’s when I get to shine. I get to put on a show, do all the things that I know he likes, and dammit, I’m so fucking good at it, and he tells me every time, and when he thrusts into me again, and I tell him, “I love it” I praise him, stroking his ego just enough that he’ll say I love you again—and I do love him because this is what love is, right?

So, of course, I’ll change because I don’t dare push him, or he’ll pull away, leaving me spinning out, questioning everything, and if I think about it all too hard. I’ll realize that I’m the joke, that I’m a fucking fool. That I’m pathetic, that I know I’m worthy of more—and here is Harry staring down at me, his touch so sweet and delicate, the way his thumb is stroking my cheek, and it doesn’t feel real. 

All of this feels like some kind of fever dream, one I’ve dreamed a hundred times over, and I don’t know how to tell him that I might be too high for this.

But it feels so good, and I want him. I want him more than I’ve wanted anything before, and when he kisses me, the warmth of his mouth is all I can feel. It’s the only thing pushing the thoughts away, numbing my whole body because he is all I can see, the vibrations of his movements thrumming through my body, his touch stealing my breath, and I’m weak for it, and I think he wants the same thing. 

Then he breaks the kiss and smiles, the whites of his eyes red, his eyes never looking more green than they do now, and all I can do is smile because I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.

“Let’s listen to your Wilco CD, yeah?” he asks lowly, the rasp of his voice filling my chest.

“Yeah…” I breathe through the haze of his kiss. Every movement he makes is making me dizzy, and when he moves away, I grab the CD. 

Harry clicks the lamp on next to his bed, glancing over to ask if I can flip the switch by his bedroom door, and when the room goes dim, reality floods in, the same question tormenting me: Is this really happening? and here I am doing my best to tamper it down, but suddenly, I’m that girl in Junior High again, fearing the worst because I’m putting all my hope into this one boy, and I know that’s not real, but I’m scared all the same.

There’s undoubtedly a noticeable change, a buzzing in the air, and I have no clue what I’m doing here. I feel like a robot, mechanically moving, playing out a script in my head, all the while the knot of nerves growing in the pit of my stomach is keeping me on edge. I wonder if he’s nervous, too, and when I look over at him. He’s stretched out on his bed, legs hanging over the side, and he looks so peaceful and calm as the lamp’s soft glow illuminates his skin. 

 I’m trying with all my might to embody that feeling as I change the CDs in the player, and I know my best move is to be the girl I am for Trent. That’s what got me here, right? He must have noticed me and liked what he saw—and I can be her with my eyes closed, embody “her” any time of the day, play out the motions because I am her. 

So when I crawl onto his bed and sit facing him, cross-legged, casually, like I’ve done this before, with him, I know I’ve got this, “You’re in for a treat—” I began, and he smiles, eyes closed.

“You’re going to love this album…” 

A lazy laugh pushes through his parted lips, and he barely opens his eyes. “Mmm…” he hums. I thought you meant a different kind of treat…” Then his eyes are open, more alert, and I gaze down, watching him draw an invisible line down my thigh with the tip of his finger. Reeling over his touch that seems to vibrate through my entire body as heat creeps up my cheeks. 

My heart is pounding in my chest, and I bite down on my lower lip, trying to keep my face neutral, to play it cool and collected. “It could be both…” I admit because it’s true—This is what we’re doing. I would be a fool to think it wasn’t leading to this. 

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth. “Yeah?” he asks, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. That knot in the pit of my stomach inching deeper, the sensation spreading, pulling between my legs, vying at his energy.

“Yeah,” I say softly, eyes darting to his hand now running down his chest, a slow drag, stopping at the hem of his shirt. It’s like a thirst I never knew how to quench, and my mouth goes dry with one glance at the button on his jeans, and I swallow hard, losing the words at the tip of my tongue. Without thought, I’m climbing on top of him. My mouth dives to his as fast as his hands were on my face, both needy, desperate for what this was becoming outside.

Our teeth gnashed together, warranting a shared groan, but it only made me want him more to find that same rhythm we shared on the roof when he pressed himself between my legs—now I’m pushing myself into him again, aching for that same friction.

And he’s like a whirlwind, with no lead-up, a messy haze of confusion, my body only responding to his touch. He slid his hand up my shirt, groping me through the thin lace of my bra, and the warmth of his hand filled my chest. I found myself holding my breath, afraid to react, my nipple growing hard under his touch, then he gently pinches the hardened tip, and I gasp in a breath of air, a shudder of pleasure rushing through my body.

I pressed into him then, a raspy groan leaving his mouth, and I knew I had him, that I could do this.

When he breaks the kiss and tugs at the hem of my shirt, whispering, “Off—” a smirk streaks his face, and I press a finger into one of the dimples dipping into his cheek. 

“You take your shirt off…” I laugh, and the thought makes my head spin, a thrill of everything good happening all at once because the way he’s looking at me has my heart thudding against my rib cage, and my brain can’t decipher the difference between joy and fear; and maybe right now they’re the same thing. 

He thrusts his hips, making me bounce in his lap, and I wrap my arms around his neck, landing with a light bump against the hard bulge in his jeans. He bites down on his lower lip again, hugging his arms around my body, playfully pushing himself into me, and he buries his face between my breasts, nestling a moan into my chest. 

And fuck he’s so sexy, and I’m so turned on. It’s been so long—so long since I’ve felt this way, and when he tightens his arms around my body, he peeks up, all playfulness gone, and he says, “I want you so bad…” 

That was enough. That was all I needed; That was all I’ve ever wanted from Harry, those words, and that feeling is back, masquerading as courage, and when he lifts us off the bed, my thighs tighten around his waist, legs wrapping around him, not worried that I’m too heavy, or that he’ll drop me because the insecurities aren’t there.

He shifts me further up his body, hooking his hands under my ass, and I reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the ground. A hazy smile spreads across his face as he takes me in—The first layer is gone. 

When his eyes flit to mine, I wrap my arms around his neck as he slowly releases me, pressing my body to his until my feet hit the ground, his gaze never leaving mine. 

I can feel myself succumbing to him, the muscles in my cheeks stiff from holding the constant smile he brings me. This time, he pokes his finger into my dimple, and I bite at his finger as he pulls away, making him laugh. Then, he brings the pad of his thump up to trace the curve of my lower lip.

When he dips his thumb into my mouth, I comply without delay, lapping the tip with my tongue, then sucking him in, the suction building as he pulls away, his eyes roaming my face. I watch the pupils in his eyes dilate, then contract, like the onset of hunger, and he pushes his wet thumb into his mouth, tasting me, wrapping his heart-shaped lips around his finger, slowly opening his mouth to drag his thumb down his tongue.

And I think I’ll fucking lose it. My hands are already on Harry’s shirt, gripping the fabric, needy as he does the work for me, when he grabs his shirt and yanks it over his head.

My quick hands reach for the top of his jeans, tugging on the button until it pops open. Then our hands become greedy, moving to undress one another like it’s a race, like there’s no time left. 

He pulls at the snap of my bra, releasing it open like he’s done this a million times, coming off effortlessly, another article of clothing gathering at our feet. Then he leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, hard and fast, but it’s welcoming, and I run my hands through his hair, moaning, my body jumping with the sharp sound of the suction sounding over the soft music.

He moves his mouth back to mine, pushing a sloppy kiss to my mouth. It jolts us both when our teeth knock, gnashing together again, and both sigh, the overwhelming sensation ricocheting through our bodies, and it sets us back a few paces. Harry pulls away then, laughing, holding my face between his hands. “Sorry,” he whispers, a shy smile forming, then his eyes fall to my lips, readying to kiss me again. 

He tilts my chin up, and when he leans in to kiss me again, trying to keep the same pace as before, our teeth clash. This time, we both laugh, pulling back, and he speaks up, “Maybe we should slow things down a bit?” He suggests, tracing over my lips, bringing with it awareness.

I didn’t realize I was out of breath until I felt the rise and fall of his chest pressed to mine, my boob smashing into his body, so hot, the heat creeping up my spine, knocking the air from my lungs, and this is real.

This is as real as it gets, I think, as Harry stands shirtless before me. My grip loosens around his neck, creating a sliver of space between us. 

My body sticks to the sheen of sweat already coating his torso. When did it get this hot? So hot that I could barely breathe?

Harry is looking down at me, so seriously, still holding my face in his strong hands, hands that will touch me in places I’ve only imagined, and he’s different. Different from anything I’ve ever envisioned before, and when he slowly lowers down to his knees, eyes traveling down my body, I have to fight the urge to cover myself, to not let him see the things I’m most insecure about, the flaws that I couldn’t hide even if I tried.

My arms hang limp around his neck, gazing down as he presses his lips into the flesh of my skin, each kiss as delicate as the one before, moving across my belly, inching toward my hip, softly biting into my skin. Harry draws a weighted breath through his nose, and I lick my lip as his eyes flick to mine; and he smiles, sinking his teeth in just enough to bring out a laugh, then he pushes his lips into my side, pressing hard until I feel the kiss deep in my bone, and I rake a hand through his hair.

Harry nudges his face into my stomach, slightly angling his head upward to gaze at me. Something about the gesture is so sweet, and I find myself cradling his head in my arms, staring down into his eyes, watching his head rise and fall with every breath I take. Then he closes his eyes, hugging his arms around my lower body, and embraces me. 

His head skims up my body until his cheek is flush with my bare breast, and his grip around me tightens. I arch around him then, walling him in as my hair cascades around him, and I kiss the top of his head, breathing him in like this is the first and last time.

Eventually, I close my eyes as the lyrics of the song fill the room, Wilco’s—You Are My Face, blaring. I swear these lyrics have never hit harder than they did in that very moment, and when I swallow, testing my voice for words, I can’t speak past the deep burn building at the back of my throat. 

My grip grows stronger, his embrace deepening, and I wonder if it’s like this with every girl, if this kindness is an act because I’m already aching with it. Dreading the moment, I have to let him go because he is so fucking nice and believable, and then I kiss him again and again until I feel his hold on me loosen.

Harry grabs hold of my hips, softly pulling away, and even though I don’t want to, I let go, letting my hands fall to his shoulders. He pushes one last kiss into the center of my chest, then looks up and clears his throat, “This song is really good,” he confesses, the rasp of his voice deep like waking from a tranquil state. 

“Yeah…” I barely manage because he’s studying my face, and I’m doing my best to keep it cool. Trying not to fall apart because something tells me that he wouldn’t mind, but I don’t want to be that girl; this isn’t how I want him to remember me because this is nothing more than what it is, and I can’t let myself fall into that old pattern of thinking—when I made him more than he was; when he was so high above me that I couldn’t see the double-edged sword he twisted, setting our fate until now.

“Marlowe?” he whispers, “We don’t have to do this…”

I nod my head, contemplating his words. I didn’t expect this part, yet here we are, “What do you want?” I ask because I don’t want to start second-guessing myself.

He lets out a light laugh, grinning, and he doesn’t even have to say it, but I want him to, “I think you know what I want…” He tells me as heat rises to my face, and I match his smile.

“Yeah…” I agree, but it isn’t enough; he wants more because he isn’t moving, just smiling at me, teasing me with that knowing gaze.

“Is that a yes, then?” He questions, mouth drawing close to the bud of my nipple, rock hard, basically calling for him to suck it between his perfect lips. 

“Mmmm…” I hum, too consumed by the look on his face and his hot breath near my skin. I nod my head; yes, but that’s still not enough. 

He blows a cooled breath across my skin, sending chills down my spine, and I blurt, “Yes—yes…okay—okay—” Then he starts to his feet, kissing my cheek gently.

“Good—that’s what I needed…” he tells me. 

“Is it silly to admit that I just want to listen to that song over and over until it’s burned into my memory?” he asks, so casually, moving to the bed, like I’m not just standing here with my tits hanging out. 

Harry starts adjusting the bed, pulling the comforter back, peeling the top sheet with it, and I’m impressed with his adequately made bed. “The first time I heard it. I played it like five times,” I tell him, glancing down at my chest, and I wrap my arms around my body, unsure how to function like this with him as I move in and out of delayed pockets of reality. 

“Would you be opposed to us playing it on repeat?” he questions, tossing the question over his shoulder.

I smile because I like this side of him, trying to sort through fact and fictional traits that I’ve imagined about him; this wasn’t one of them, “I’m down—” I answer, walking over to the CD Player. 

Harry must see me searching the buttons because in no time, he was behind me, pressing his bare chest against my back, a hand grazing down my side while reaching with the other, engulfing my body with his, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“The settings are tricky,” he says, pushing a few buttons. I mumble, “Mmm…” holding my breath, suddenly nervous to move. He caresses my tummy for a few seconds, then tugs at the button of my jeans, yanking them open, leaving me dumbfounded. 

The move is so smooth as he unzips my zipper, and I draw a silent breath through my nose, trying my hardest to stay relaxed under his touch. His lips press into my neck as the lyrics of the song flood the space, and I push my ass into the bulge of his jeans. Then Harry grasps hold of my hips, pulling me into him, driving home the idea of his rock-hard dick, and I feel him. 

The last time I felt this nervous, I was telling my sister that I had lost my virginity. I thought she would have been more mad about the act; it turns out she was more pissed that I gave it up to Trent so easily. At the time, I didn’t understand. My virginity didn’t mean anything, but as corny as it sounds, I wish this would have been this moment or that the moment could have been like this. 

Exactly this: Harry’s gentle hands on my hips guided me to his bed; nothing rushed, nothing forced. No words of convincing, no pressure to play out “the duty of a girlfriend,” and when Harry sits me on the bed, I genuinely take him in. Eyes roaming over the plains of his muscular body, thinking soccer is the perfect sport because he’s so fucking fit. 

And when did he get all of these tattoos? I had heard about a few, but I didn’t realize how into them he was, and it’s so fucking hot. When I reach for the waist of his jeans, I catch sight of the line of words marked across his lower abdomen and laugh, eyes flicking to his.

“Really?” I ask because I feel like tattooing the words “Might As Well” should be a little douchy, but there’s honestly something sexy about it and honest, especially if we’ve already made it this far.

“Is it working?” He jokes, a cocky grin on his face, and I laugh as a rush of nerves fills my belly, my clit pulsing, making it real. My mind getting hit with tiny doses of reality that settle in every time I allow a thought to slip through the haze. I feel higher than before, doubled down, between Harry and the music, it’s like I’m sinking into another realm where only Harry and I exist, and I’m looking up at him as his smile fades into curiosity, lost. I think he’s asking me a question, but then I go blank, overwhelmed by it all. 

“I still feel really high…” he states like he’s stealing the thought right from my brain.

I smile, trying to fight the seize of nerves. I want to keep control, but my body is going numb, “Yeah, me too,” I agree, and without thought, I start shimming Harry’s jeans down as the bridge of the song cascades into my mind:

I have no idea how this happens 

All of my maps have been overthrown

Happenstance has changed my plans

So many times, my heart has been outgrown

The melody of the music takes over as Harry kicks his jeans off, then leans forward to lay me back onto the bed, and helps me wiggle out of my jeans, easing them off when they get caught on my ankle. 

In seconds, they’re on the ground, and just as easily as the rest of our clothes came off, his boxers follow. 

I watch him slide them down his legs, bending with the movement, and when he leans back up, his hard dick springs up, finally free, and I try not to react because he’s watching me. I crawl back onto the bed, my knees knocking together, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on or wanted someone inside me this badly in my life. 

In all the times I had imagined Harry, it had never felt like a palpable thing, something I could reach out and touch, and as I watched him climb onto the bed, his dick swinging; hard for me, I could not believe this was happening. I want to enjoy this. I want to savor every second because this would be the first and the last time. We could never do this again; everything about this was so wrong.

But when he grabbed my face and kissed me, it felt right, everything felt so fucking right. I could feel myself opening up for him, my legs spreading of their own accord, his body pressing to mine as he lays me back onto his pillows, and this is happening, really happening— then the song starts over at the top, and I know I can never listen to this song again without thinking of him. 

When Harry breaks the kiss, he leans back onto his heels, taking me in as I lay there on full display, and when he smiles, I know Harry is pleased with what he sees, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he coos, and fuck he has me. He’s had me for so long; I’m his, and I want to be his. Then he reaches for my panties, starting to work them off, and I lift my hips, feeling the fabric roll as he lifts my legs, kissing my ankle when he tosses them over the side of the bed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” He confesses, lowering my legs, and I draw them together, knees bent, and he plants a kiss on each knee as I adjust the pillows under my head, and I’m wondering why the hell he would say that to me—wanted what for so long? me? or this?

“Me too,” I answer, half embarrassed because obviously he knows this about me, or he wouldn’t be playing into it—and I don’t want to do this, overthink everything about this. I want to be here with him. I’m allowed to do this, right? It doesn’t have to be more than exactly what this is—sex.

Yet, my knees are locked together, and when he tries to ease them apart, he laughs, thinking that I’m teasing him, so I play it off, forcing my body to comply, and I let them lower, slowly spreading my legs until Harry sees what he wants. The look alone shifts something in my brain, the song playing it’s calming outro, lulls my body into a peaceful state, a trick of the mind. 

Because as soon as Harry climbs on top of me, everything in my body and mind is so overwhelmed, overwhelmed that this is real, that the second he slides a finger up the slit of my vagina, I’m his. 

His grunt says enough, a husky exhale pushed against my lips, his finger gliding effortlessly. I’m so fucking wet for him, “Fuck—Marlowe…” he breathes, pressing a light kiss to my temple, and when he moves his mouth to my ear, he says:

“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” and his breathy laugh fills the shell of my ear, and I smile up at him when his face moves over mine. When we lock eyes, I see that hungry look, the one like before, and I clench my thighs together, trying to keep his hand there. 

I close my eyes, replaying that sensation over and over in my head until I’m lost with it, lost in the kisses he’s peppering along my jaw, down my neck, a light nibble on the tip of my ear, and I’m squeezing his hand so fucking hard, my thighs like an iron grip.

“If you want more, you’ll have to spread those legs for me,” He whispers into my ear.

“Fuck—” I breathe, “I’m so fucking turned on right now…” and I close my eyes again, finding it hard to keep them open.

He pushes a soft laugh into the crook of my neck, and I release his hand, letting him take over, giving my body over to him, letting him shift my legs however he sees fit. Then he’s moving his face away from mine, the pillow dipping above my head, and he rests his arm above me, hoovering over my body.

This time it’s two fingers spreading my lips open, and he grazes over my clit, making my who body react with just a single touch, and I squeeze my eyes shut more, focusing on the way he’s moving, slow and controlled, getting me ready, “Like honey,” he tells me, pulling away.

And I open my eyes then, feeling needy for more, just as Harry pushes his wet fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. I grab hold of his wrist before he can go back for more and lean up, shoving his fingers deep into my mouth until they hit the back of my throat, and I gag a little, letting my saliva pull down his fingers until they’re glistening, watching the need on his face grow, when I push them back in, sucking them in, licking them clean, cleaning up the mess I’ve made of them.

There is nothing else I need because I have to have him now, inside me, filling me up like I know he will, and I’m no longer concerned about putting on a show, “I want you now—” I force out, falling back onto my elbows, spreading my legs for him and he pushes himself up onto his knees, taking me in; me taking him in. 

A standstill as I watch the moth tattoo at the center of his torso rise and fall, each breath chiseling the contour of his abs, another layer of sexy that I can’t wrap my brain around, that I know I’ll fucking dwell on, another lingering memory I know I’ll fucking chew to bits, forever desperate for one more look.

And I’m not thinking about anything else but my legs dropping, the look on his face, the way he’s licking his lips, tugging his hand up and down his hard cock, then he releases it as it drops, heavy, dangling between his legs, and he leans down, his hand coming down to the pillow next to my head, holding himself up with one arm, his muscles flexing, and I grab hold of his arm, preparing as my whole body seizes for impact.

Harry presses a kiss to my lips as he lines himself up, and I adjust my hips moving accordingly, gasping when he strokes the head of his penis down the slick lips of my pussy, and I’m holding my breath, staring up at him, concentration streaking his features as he gazes down between our bodies.

My head is racing, my grip tightening on his arm as the lead-up to the bridge of songs builds, Harry lining up with my entrance, and I’m closing my eyes, wondering how the fuck we got to this part. Then he’s pushing into me, stretching me like I knew he would, my legs involuntarily closing, and I can feel myself clenching around him, barely in, and I need air, and all I can say is, “Slow—Slow—Slow—” as my eyes fly open, the pain stealing my breath, but I want it.

He stops mid-movement, a tender smile on his lips. “We can go as slow as you’d like…I promise,” he reassures me.

Each breath I take is shallow, barely enough to fill my lungs; his eyes are on me as he continues to push inside me, a sharp twinge of pain pushing against my walls, “You have to breathe, Marlowe,” he gently instructs, but my nerves say otherwise. 

“Maybe—once you’re in…we can, like—pause?” I ask, inhaling a sharp breath— and it’s like ripping a bandaid off because he pushes all the way in as a pained moan of “Ahhh—ouch—” muffles into his neck, and I wrap my arms around him, a tight hold, and I’m freaking out because I’ve had plenty of sex, but this hurts so fucking bad, and I can’t relax, even though everything in me wants to.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” he breathes into my ear, “I figured it would be worse if we waited any longer,” 

“Jesus—You’re so fucking tight right now—” He forces, voice gravelly, his heavy breaths coming one after the other as he pushes the heat of his breath into my neck.

“Yeah…” I huff, trying to catch my own breath.

He lifts his head then, “Are you okay?” He asks, gradually pressing his body flush to mine, his dick pushing deeper, and I bit down on my lower lip, squeezing my eyes shut, then finally there’s no movement, just the dull ache, Harry stretching and filling me up, in a way that Trent has never come close to. 

“Sorry—” I apologize at a loss for words, and I swallow hard, searching his face for disappointment, but it’s nowhere to be found—just kindness and a sympathetic frown.

He kisses my cheek then, “There’s nothing to apologize for…” he assures me, planting a kiss closer to my mouth, “You’re perfect…” he says, pressing the words to my lips.

“Are you like this with every girl you sleep with?” I ask, curious, because each of his answers is too good, too “perfect,” and I would rather know the truth, but would it make a difference? He’s already inside me, getting what he wants, what we both want.

And before he answers, I catch his mouth with my lips, deepening the kiss, driving my mouth against his, until he forgets the questions, until his tongue teases my upper lip, testing the waters, and the song is starting over, setting the pace and I open my mouth slightly, letting him in. As we get lost in the kiss, the tension of pain ebbs into a fading reminder as pleasure slowly inches through my body, my muscles relaxing. Then I move my hips just the slightest bit, feeling brave, and he doesn’t move, letting me ease into it.

Another round of the outro plays out as my hips begin to move against him. Our breaths pick up as a rhythm forms, soft moans flowing in and out of one another mouths until I’m lifting my hips to meet his, his dick becoming slick between my legs, each stroke less careful, and when my body falls back to the bed, he drives a hand into my hip bone, pinning me to the bed, then pulls away from the kiss.

And when he locks eyes with me, he plunges into me deeper, a sharp dose of pain and pleasure, and I yell out, “Fuck—” Then he’s pulling out a little more this time, propping my hips up when he slides his forearm under me, finding the perfect angle and pushes into me again, thrusting in and out of me at a pace, I’ve never experienced before, and holy fuck it’s so good because I’m losing myself, my hips moving with his, keeping up with his thriving satisfaction.

As Harry’s arm inches across my lower back, he groans into my ear, sinking deeper each time, the fiction deepening as the gap lesson between our bodies and this is how I’ve imagined sex, two bodies coming together, no thought, just pleasure, and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, thinking he couldn’t get any deeper, and then he does, and he rasps out a breathy, “Holy fuck—This—”

“This—is so—fuck…” he says, trying to find words, but I don’t need them because when he forces his arm all the way across my low back, grabbing hold of my waist, I lift my hips, just as he’s lifting me, coming up to his knees, my legs gripping him like my life depends on it, like I can’t miss a single moment of pleasure, and I rip the pillow from under me, letting my head crash to the mattress hard, my spine a straight line, and this, holy shit this.

And he pulls me down his dick hard this time, stars blooming behind my eyes, and I have no clue where the fuck I am anymore, where my body starts and his ends, and each time he pumps into me, I moan out, calling his name, claiming it as if it were mine to claim, repeating, “So good—” over and over, a steady knot weaving deep in my belly and this is happening, I think—I’m going to come, he’s going to make me come.

When he mumbles out, “So…close—” I grip his waist hard, my hands flat against the bed, pushing myself up, working my hips up and down, riding with a driving force, keeping him deep inside me, and when he yells my name I’m right at the edge, seconds away.

“Fuck—Mar—” and he’s coming, bursting inside me, his dick pulsing with each slowed thrust, it tips me over the cliff, and I’m falling, falling, freeing the tension as my body shutters under his, every muscle going tight, gripping around the contour of his dick as hard as I can, more demanding than before, and he lets me ride out this wave of bliss until my body goes slack in his arms.

He laughs then, bringing me back to the present, startling me back from a place I’ve never been with anyone else, not like this. I’ve never been able to let go, get into the headspace, not overthink it, just be, and as he gently lowers me back down to the bed.

Out of nowhere, I erupt into pure laughter, an uncontrollable sensation that seizes my entire body, shaking with every ridiculous giggle, “Holy shit—” I breathe, covering my face as the laughter ripples through me.

“That good, huh?” he chuckles, trying to pull my hands away.

“Yeah…” I muffle through my hands as the laughter starts to subside. He presses his lips to my wrist, and I peek out, catching his eyes on me. 

He tugs at them again, and I slowly lower them, too afraid to look at him, “We’ve made a bit of a mess, yeah?” He says, as he gently pulls out of me, a quick rush of sensation that overstimulates me, and as soon as he’s out, I clamp my legs shut. 

Curiosity has me lifting myself onto my elbows to get a better look at the damage. The light catches the glint of Harry’s slick dick, and I fall back onto the pillows, covering my face again; a strange mix of embarrassment and guilt gripping hold of me, and I can’t believe I just had sex with Harry.

“What?” he asks, and I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling; I can hear it in his voice. The bed dips as he moves around, my face burning under my sweaty palms.

And then I realize I’m naked, and I lift myself, drawing my knees to my chest, and hug them close to my body, “Nothing, it’s just—” I start.

“I don’t know…I guess I’ve never pictured that happening...”

“Never—? Not even once?” he asks, and his question feels pointed. Maybe he doesn’t mean it that way, but younger Marlowe, Middle school Marlowe, is on the defense.

I shrug my shoulders, trying to run a hand through my messy hair, but the curls are peeking through, so I leave it. I watch Harry slip back into his boxers as silence mounds between us. “I just mean—” he lets out. 

“I’ve pictured it…” and my eyes dart to him, “Like, didn’t you have like sort of a crush on me before?” he smiles. If he’s teasing me about it, I’m not into it. We’re just now at a comfortable enough level with this topic—and by comfortable, I mean we just had sex without it ever coming up, and I don’t want to push it any further. 

Fuck—why is he doing this? Where is he going with this conversation? Is he really trying to rehash the past? 

I puff my cheeks, blowing out a hot breath, my face burning, and I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders again, “You already knew that, Harry…” I answer, my voice dropping, feeling disgusted with myself, sitting with the aftermath of what we just did as it pulls between my legs, and my eyes start to sting, shame burning me alive. I don’t want to cry, but there is so much that I’m feeling right now, confused to say the least, because that wouldn’t even touch the surface because what are we even doing?

His face falls then, like he’s reading room, understanding sweeping the smirk off his face, “Fuck—Marlowe. I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean it like that…” 

“Honestly—?” he asks, “I’ve liked you for a long time—” and I click my tongue, rolling my eyes because I can’t look at him as he tries to confess to something that can’t be true.

My eyes roam the blank wall, looking anywhere else but at him, “I’m serious, Marlowe…and maybe this isn’t fair…” and I shake my head as the tears swell in my eyes.

“Please don’t—” I breathe.

“Marlowe, look at me…”

“Please?” he pleads.

“Why are you doing this right now,” I ask, tears flooding over.

“I didn’t mean to upset you… it’s just that—” Then Harry exhales a frustrated breath, “It’s just that I never thought I had a chance…and then you started dating Trent—”

“And before that?” I ask, reaching for the blanket because every time his eyes flit over my body, I’m grossed out, on the verge of throwing up, trapped in this situation I put myself in. 

“I told you—I was an idiot…” 

A cold silence stretches between us as I tug on the blanket, and then I realize he’s sitting on it, and I give up. “Marlow, listen…” he pushes, lifting off the blanket, and he tosses the edge toward me, and I snatch it up, wrapping it around my body. 

“I know I’ve fucked up in the past…but tell me, is there any way that we could walk away from this with something good…I don’t want to be “that guy” to you forever…the one that hurt your feelings…that rejected you when I should have just—I don’t know…”

He shrugs his shoulders, slumping with the thought, defeat stealing his posture, “Whatever that was—I don’t know…that was amazing,” he tells me, a shy smile turning up the corners of his mouth, “I don’t know… I’ve honestly never felt like that connected to someone before…that was—wow…” and he laughs out that last part, looking down at his hands in his lap, guilt passing over his face.

“It was good,” I say softly, grabbing his attention as a slow smile spreads across my face, and I swipe the tears from my eyes.

“Yeah?” he breaths, eyes searching my face.

“The best I’ve ever had…” and I laugh then, taking in his boyish grin, and I don’t know how he does it, and then he’s climbing on top of me, kissing my whole face, tears and all, then I’m pulling at his boxers, and he’s pushing inside me again, and each time it’s easier than the next.

I woke the next day with Harry’s body wrapped around mine, my hair sticking to my face, still wet from the shower we had taken just after we watched the sunrise over the lake. 

At some point, my phone died, and Harry didn’t have the same charger, so even though I didn’t want to cut our time short, I knew I had to get home. My parents didn’t normally care what I did anymore since I was eighteen, and there were only a few months of senior year, so as long as I kept my grades up, they didn’t care. 

Several times on the way to my house, Harry offered to buy me a charger, feed me lunch, dinner, anything to stay a little longer, but we both knew it would have to end. That our bubble would burst, and the real world would floor us no matter what—and that it did because the second he leaned in to kiss me goodbye, I knew it would be the last time I kissed him, so I savored every second, my body already yearning for every once of pleasure it felt last night, and this morning, another round, another shower, and I didn’t even recognize that girl, who I was turning into with him. 

That my feelings could be reciprocated, that I could truly enjoy myself with no judgment or shame, and as I gripped at his shirt, I longed for the person I could have been, for him, and I had to force myself from the kiss, leaving him with an untethered goodbye.

Words would never be enough because even though every muscle in my body ached, a delicious reminder of what our bodies could do together, a swift “thank you” wasn’t enough, the dull ache between my legs throbbing as I uttered the words “see you around” made my stomach flip with the truth of it—that it was just sex, and I had to be okay with that. 

Harry waited until I stepped inside, lingering, and when I glimpsed back, we locked eyes, and if he had waited any longer, I would have run back to his car. 

I could hear my mom clinking around in the kitchen. So dodged her and ran straight for the stairs and into my room, falling to my knees in front of the dress. I ripped open the bottom drawer and rifled through my clothes until I found the Plan B package I had stolen from my sister a long time ago. 

I stood fidgeting with the box, my hands shaking as stupidity dawned on me—actually, I thought about it last night when I was sitting on his toilet, waiting as his semen dripped from my body, pondering on what the fuck I was doing, because I stopped taking the pills a month ago, telling Trent I needed to take a step back because the birth control was making me gain weight. While that can be a true fact, it was a lie, and I only said it because I knew it was the only thing he would believe.

I didn’t want to have sex with him anymore. I figured I would ride out these last five months of school, knowing he was bound to break up with me, and that would be okay because I would be going to school far away from here next year, and I hadn’t told anyone where—a big fuck you to everyone who’s made my life hell. 

“Marlowe—” My mom’s voice echoes, but it sounds like she’s calling from downstairs, and I rip the box open, moving to my desk to cut open the package. The tips of my fingers are so shaky I can barely separate the foil from the pill, and just as it opens and the pill falls into my hand, I pop it into my mouth; shoving the packaging in the pocket of the hoodie, Harry let me borrow or keep—I don’t know—but then my mom burst through the door with mail in her hand, eyes shifted down as panic overtakes me. 

“Hey you…” she says as the pill gets caught in my throat, and I swallow down harder this time, forcing the dry speck down my fucking esophagus. 

“Hey—” I greet her, coughing slightly, clearing my throat as her eyes roam around my room.

“Didn’t hear you come in…” she says, eyeing me suspiciously, then they fall to the logo on the hoodie. 

“Sorry, my phone died. I was at Skylars.” I explain, clasping my hands in front of me. I have nothing to be nervous about; it is just something that I don’t want to explain.

“Trent came by—” she starts, and I nod, my heart dropping in my chest because it’s too soon to hear his name, “He said your phone was dead. I was guessing you were at Skys…?” she confirms with a questioning look, pulling between her brow. 

“Yeah…at Skys,” I agree, shoving my hands into the hoodie’s pocket. 

“Are you hungry? I was thinking of getting some food—or maybe we could go out…just the two of us? Dad had to go back into the office. He just started a huge case.”

I shrug my shoulders, wanting to play it casual—This is all normal, and I didn’t just almost choke on a Plan B pill because I let some dude come inside me several times, “That sounds good, Mom. I’m going to change first.” I tell her, suddenly wondering if Harry has fucked a lot of girls without condoms because that was not normal for me, but was it normal for him? Should I be worried? Should I get tested?

“Yeah—you look like you’ve barely slept…” she answers. 

I laugh, “Yeah, we pulled an all-nighter….” 

“But I do like your hair curly; it looks beautiful…you look beautiful, honey,” she tells me. 

I smile then, a rush of emotions flooding me, and I walk to my closet, opening the doors. “Styles?” she says immediately, reading the back of Harry’s soccer hoodie, making my heart skip a beat. 

“Isn’t that the last name of the boy you used to like? God—what’s his name…gosh, it's been so long—”

“Harry—”

“Oh, yes, Harry—He had a memorable last name, didn’t he? Was he at Sky’s?”

And I gulp down my racing heart, pretending to sift through my stuff, ‘Yeah…I forgot my jacket. So Harry let me borrow his hoddie.”

“Okay, well, that was nice of him—I’ll leave you to it, Dear. Come down when you’re ready; I’ll probably watch my cooking show while I wait.” Then my mom shuts the door, and I hurry over to the trash can under my desk, burying the contents of the packaging in my pocket, and sprawl across my bed as last night’s memories come crashing in—thinking I’ll never be the same because I think I’ll always want Harry, no matter how many times I’ve tried to rid him from my system. 

And now he’s back in life, and I think I’m already in deep, maybe deeper this time, and that's scary, pivotal because I’m not sure I’ll be able to control it this time; because in my heart of hearts, I haven’t changed, I’ve just gotten better at hiding it. 

A/N: So that happened...how will either one of them recover from that??? Part lll Monday can't wait. It's already getting good!

Tag list open! just let me know!

[plor-bindery]

Bound: In My Room by wolfpants

Final installment in my mini-series of “fic I bound and sent to wolf”: In My Room by @wolfpants

I never really gave much thought to the idea of Dron as a pairing, but then wolf went and dropped a little WIP snippet of this on their Tumblr and I was like hoshit this has awakened something in me. And when the full fic was posted, I was completely sold.

Wolf's Ron is so wonderfully flawed and charming and everything we understand canon!Ron (book canon, anyway) to be. He's both insecure and cocky, awkward and appealing, judgemental and fair-minded. Ron in this fic is also 100% an Eighteen Year Old Human, i.e. very sure that he is making Good Choices while he is actually mostly making a series of Bad Choices.

And Draco is such a perfect foil to all of this: postwar Draco, who is a mess of self-doubt and old bigoted reflexes and fragile newborn-wobbly attempts to change, to be better.

(And I won't get into the background Drarry energy, but good god. Harry just fucking HOVERS in this fic. He's still SOMETHING to Draco, and A WHOLE LOT to Ron, even as both of them are doing something that decidedly breaks with both those historical relationships.)

Anyway, wolf's soundtrack to this fic is all 70s, and I have a warm fuzzy feeling for a Ron who's rooted in his parental nostalgia, who grew up with hand-me-down music tastes and groovy avocado blankets and plastic Muggle artefacts. When I spotted the paper that became this book's endpapers, everything came into focus for this bind.

More below the cut.

Materials: This is a quarto letter bind on cream 24 lb paper, using a fucking delightful shade of green wooqu bookcloth. But the real star is the endpaper choice, which I picked up at a Paper Source in DC in August. (We don't have this in Canada, I was very very happy.) It's got some subtle gold foiling on it, but the pattern and palette is so very 70s. (I'm a Xennial myself, so this print feels like everything that was just a shade out of fashion when I was a small Plor.)

Endbands are machine made.

The cover art is HTV and it went on fairly well? Ish?

Process: The typeset was quick for this short fic, which is a single chapter. I backfilled the final half-empty signature with the lyrics from wolf's playlist for the fic. (This is probably borderline in terms of transformative works and copyright but uhhhh too late.)

The book was a fairly straightforward case bind. I've been using the Bradel-style case construction for most of my case binds, where you use a strip of cardstock to build the spine/hinges on, and then trim the fore edges down on the boards. This can sometimes show up as slightly creased grooves in the hinges if you're not super careful with the bone folder, but I still prefer it to the guesswork of measuring and then building a whole case, covering it, and realizing it's the wrong size.

When I bound my own copy of this fic (after the copy for wolf! which is not how I usually roll, but the first copy was good???) I did take the plunge and build the case in this more traditional way, and it went perfectly. I'm still scared to try it again. Book board is expensive?

The HTV is the most layered I've ever done, and it was SO FUN to build the tiny record player out of layers of vinyl. When I did a test cut of the art, I was filled with the glee of Tiny Dollhouse Feelings. The chess board on the back with its various symbology was just fun. And the spine features an extremely unsubtle nod to the pairing and dynamic with the yellow/blond chess pawn and the orange/ginger knight.

And this concludes my tour of the works I bound for wolf! I'm now nearly finished another little gift parcel for another amazing author, sooo in 2-3 months' time, I should have another round of gift binds to share. (Most of that is shipping time because oceans.) Stay tuned!

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Styling Mr. Styles.

harry styles were in desperate need of a hair stylist for one direction’s uk leg of tour culminating in 2015.

although he doesn’t do much with his hair before shows, perhaps a bit of gel and hairspray here and there, he needs someone who can cut his hair when he feels it’s necessary and someone who he can just talk to when he needs a bit of space.

and he knows for a fact that hair stylists always talk the most, so he needed to hire one, a hair cut could take place at any given moment and although his hair was long he liked to keep it in check.

so when his good friend lou teasedale recommends (Y/N). harry’s quick in taking the recommendation and hires you.

so the autumn of 2015 was bound to turn out a good one, especially when your surrounded by all your close friends and some even closer.

authors note - this is my first time writing a series as i’ve only ever written just one shots before so this is brand new to me. this mini series will include real life events that have taken place during the 2015 leg of the on the road again tour. harry is 21 in this fic and (Y/N) is 19, so there is a slight age gap.

warnings - explicit language, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, slight innocent reader, mentions of alcohol, social anxiety and panic attacks, badly written smut.

prologue. [published - 06.07.2023]

in which, harry is in desperate need of a hair stylist, so when his good friend recommends you, with a lot of persuasion you decide to take the job. having no idea what the future will have in store for you and for him.

chapter one.

in which, it’s your first day on the job and your best friend decides to drive you up to london so that you have a familiar face when you arrive. that’s where you properly meet everyone and even have some one on one time with a certain curly headed lad.

chapter two.

in which, it’s the first show of the uk leg of tour, and getting to know everyone you’ll be seeing for a prolonged period of time leaves someone in a slightly angry mood, which is an especially bad thing when you’ll be styling his hair in a few minutes.

chapter three.

in which, after an article appears of you being seen at the show surfaces, you panic about certain people seeing it. but due to the circumstances you have to move on quickly and move on to your next tour location. the home of the man your starting to develop a crush for. manchester.

chapter four.

in which, you’ve got a fear of flying that no body knows about, and after some gentle persuasion someone occupise the seat next to you. gesturing a cutie named lux and the wonderful city of glasgow.

chapter five.

in which, you introduce the curly lad to your favourite tv show, and arriving in your next destination he decides to take you on a tour of there set. the day ends with fireworks and a heart full of gratitude. all thanks to him.

chapter six.

in which, you’ve all arrived in the country that makes up 1/4 of the band. the lovely ireland. where nightmares take place, and the truth about your past finally comes to surface. hair gets braided and a mechanical bull lingers in the background.

chapter seven.

in which, getting ready to head to the next tour location begins all cute and fluffy, as if nothing can burst the bubble you and him have created, but an oblivious maid interrupts that bubble, leaving the two of you feeling vulnerable and create a whole other issue that leads to the two of you telling the truth.

chapter eight.

in which, events take a turn for the better as you and him cuddle in his bunk on the tour bus, where you start to feel good and the afternoon ends with saccharine lullabies. leaving both of you to let the feelings you have for each other to linger in the back of your minds.

chapter nine.

in which, another article reached the eyes of one direction fans and family, a flashback occurs in the midst of the chaos your mind is enduring upon yourself and an unrealised song gets sung for the first time, putting you once again in the spotlight.

chapter ten.

in which, waking you up with breakfast in bed, the curly headed lad had a very important question to ask you that will need a very important answer.

epilogue.

in which, it’s the finale chapter of your and his story so there’s one thing to say… welcome to the final show…i hope your wearing your best clothes.

[hlficlibrary]

Heyyy,

Do you have more recommendations for collage/uni/high school fanfics?

Thanks<3

Hi, anon! You're very welcome!

Here's one of the long recs:

✤ University/College Fics

Here are a few more on a mini rec:

✤ University

And here are three more really great Uni fics that aren't on either list (and if you'd like high school ones instead just send me another ask and I'll give you a few of those, too!)

Spinning Out Waiting for You by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

Harry Styles is a year and a half away from graduating with a masters in potions and he has one huge milestone to reach in his academy career: the Matching Ceremony.

From Halloween night until graduation, matched witches and familiars will have to create a talisman to be a physical representation of their bond. One for the witch and one for the familiar. Most pairings last an entire lifetime.

If only it were that simple.

That Howling Infinite by sweettartine / @sweettartine

When Louis struggles in the literature class he needs to pass to graduate, his professor assigns him a tutor. A cute tutor. A cute tutor with a boyfriend. It's just as well. Louis isn't looking for a boyfriend in his last semester of college. But trying not to fall for Harry Styles might be impossible.

Or, the one where Louis and Harry fall in love while reading Moby Dick.

Trying to Find the Words (To Say For Ages) by InsightfulInsomniac / @insightfulinsomniac

“Looking like that is a liability,” Harry manages after a moment, face flushed bright red. “You’re a liability.”

“Didn’t know it was dangerous to shower,�� Louis counters, swallowing down his beating heart.

Harry rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, unblinkingly transfixed. “It’s dangerous for me. Makes me want to say things that I shouldn’t.”

As best friends and roommates, it’s really not a big deal when their on-campus housing provides Harry and Louis with an unusual, intimate bathroom arrangement. They’re perfectly comfortable with one another and their own bodies.

Except for the whole mutually pining thing. That might make it a little awkward.