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Lya the Blossom

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Lya will accompany each order to ensure it will be transported safely and reach the right person who ordered it. Other merch is still in the making!

Huge thanks to Vy (@writer-and-artist27) and Mata Hari from FGO Salem manga for the inspiration. I just loveeeee dancing beauties.

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angel getting high for the first time 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

cw: drug use! its only weed, nothing heavy but if that makes you uncomfortable please skip :)

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(Y/N) kicked her legs in the air as she laid tummy down on her bed. She listened to the ringing from the phone pressed to her ear, waiting for a familiar voice to answer. 

In the middle of the third ring, her hopes were answered when a click sounded. Muffled background noise started through the speaker, accompanying a honeyed drawl.

"Hi, lovebug," Harry murmured, his speech seemingly slower than normal. 

"Hi," she chirped through her smile. Her feet kicked in the air, free hand coming up to twirl her hair around her index finger. "What are you doing?" 

A random burst of laughter bubbled through the other line, distant from the phone though it was still loud. "'M on the phone, be quiet," Harry reprimanded, voice far from the receiver before he returned with a decided softer tone, "Nothing, jus' trying to watch a movie with Mitch. What about you, baby?" 

"Just in bed," she mused, "I wanted to call before I went to sleep. Did you want me to let you go since you're with Mitch?" 

Since deciding on moving in together once their respective leases expired, (Y/N) had been making a point to spend more time with Sarah while she was still so close. She didn't want to get in the way if Harry was trying to do the same. 

"No, no, I wanna talk to you, 's alright," he assured her, "How was your day?" 

It was still sweet to (Y/N) the way that she could text him all day long, telling him everything about her day, and he still would ask her a question like this. He told her once that he likes hearing her voice, even if he already knows what she's telling him. 

"It was alright," she said, rolling to lay on her back, looking up at her ceiling, "I turned in that paper that I was working on last weekend, so that's all done. The library was super quiet today, though, I almost fell asleep in the philosophy section." 

A small laugh sounded from Harry. "Did y'really?" 

"Yeah," she sighed, a smile curling her lips, "Elizabeth had to come entertain me. But, what about you? You did that big piece today, right?" 

"Yeah, the thigh piece," he said, voice thick, "She was a nice girl, but I had a headache by the time we took the first break. She liked to talk a lot. M'hand's been cramping since lunch." 

A pout landed on (Y/N)'s lips. She hated hearing about those kinds of details from Harry's job. She had always figured it was so fun and glamorous, easy and fulfilling. She had never thought about the physical toll of drawing and shading and designing all day long. 

"Oh, no," she hummed, instinctively rolling her wrist and curling her fingers as if she could take his pain from miles away. "Did you take anything to help?" 

"Kind of. Mitch and I have been relaxing since he got home." 

She knew exactly what that meant. Though Harry tended to keep this specific hobby of his separated from her, set on the back burner away from the time he spent with her, she knew better. Besides, she had found that little bag in his dresser months ago, she wasn't completely clueless (of course, he did have to explain what she had found to her, but that was a different story). 

That would explain why time seemed to be moving a little bit slower on the other end of the phone, and the boisterous laughter Mitch was sharing in the background. 

"Have you been smoking?" she asked, voice quiet. She always felt a bit silly bringing this up to him, unsure of what terms to be using and what meant what exactly. 

"A little bit, yeah," he affirmed, "Sorry. I didn't know you'd be calling. I wouldn't have if I knew you wanted to talk tonight." 

Shaking her head despite the fact he couldn't see her, (Y/N) rushed her protests. "No, no, don't be sorry. I don't mind, you know that. As long as you're happy and you guys are being careful." 

"Always am, baby." 

A heat bubbled in her chest at his words. While he never did it around her, there were times that she called him or he FaceTimed her before bed when he was under the influence and his voice drawling just a little deeper, sitting heavier in his chest, hit her just perfectly. She could imagine the way his eyes were a bit hooded, his tongue sticking around his words, the easy smiles that spread across his face for no other reason than he liked the feeling. 

She wondered what he looked like in the act. Was it like the movies with lavender smoke and pieces of blown glass with intricate details? Or did he make his own little rolls, hanging from his lips like a cigarette? 

Mitch's loud laugh on the phone brought her back to reality, blinking her back to her room and Harry's static on the other end of the phone. Harry gave a muffled response before his own laughter joined his best friend's, the sound drawling and breezy. 

When he returned to the phone, she could hear the lingering smile in his tone. "I think Mitch found a movie for us to watch, love." 

"What is it?" she asked, feeling the end of the phone call nearing. She would have to settle for spraying the stuffed bunny he gifted her for Valentine's Day with a sample of his cologne for her to cuddle for the night. 

"I don't even know," he laughed, "but, I think 's gonna be funny. I think 'm gonna have to make us food, though, so I don't think I can talk for much longer." 

"That's okay. Have fun with Mitch and I'll talk to you tomorrow, right?" 

"Right," he affirmed, voice soft, "Sleep well, lovebug. I'll call you during my lunch." 

"Okay," she sighed, fitting her cheek against her pillow, "I love you." 

"I love you more, baby," he cooed, "Goodnight." 

An exaggerated kiss noise sounded through her phone, pulling a loud peal of laughter from (Y/N)'s lips. He never really did that when he was around his friends, only putting on the show when he was calling her in private. She thought it was very sweet. 

"Goodnight," she laughed, pressing the red button before she became too spoiled with his shenanigans and tried to keep the call going. 

Setting her phone on her nightstand, she snuggled into her comforter, a throw blanket covering her body instead of her duvet. Pulling her studded bunny from the fringes of her bed, (Y/N) nestled her cheek against the soft fluff. The sown still smelled of Harry's house from the last time she had spent the night, bringing her back to what he was doing in her absence. 

The mystery surrounding his activity of choice for the day is what flicked her curiosity. She'd seen a few movies with marijuana being an uncredited character along with a couple of books with the high feeling being described, but she had never been exposed to anything substantial in real life before she moved away from her parents. Even then, she still hadn't experienced more than the herbal scent that inevitably clung to apartment complexes so close to a university campus and the few bleary eyed classmates she had to work with. 

Specifically, she wondered what Harry was like when he was in that state. Those classmates of hers always seemed disconnected, tired, and in their own head. Was Harry the same way? Did he act the way he did when he drank a little bit too much wine? Or was he wild and excitable like those in the movies? Or sleepy like she had read in her books? 

What would she be like? 

The idea followed her behind her shuttered eyes, her mind going a bit floaty the closer she sunk into sleep. 

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"Sarah, have you ever... smoked weed before?" 

The words felt silly falling from (Y/N)'s mouth. Was that even the correct term? She didn't know, but she kept her attention on the food she was making in front of her, hoping Sarah wouldn't notice. 

"Yes," she answered with a suspicious drawl, sweeping through the apartment with a laundry basket on her hip, "Why?" 

(Y/N) only shrugged. "I don't know. I've just been thinking about it." She paused, tipping her head. "What does it feel like?" 

"Smoking?" Sarah pressed. 

"Yeah," (Y/N) chirped, feeling shy that she was even breaching this conversation. "Or, like, being high. Is it like the movies?" 

"A little bit," Sarah mused, folding her laundry on the dining room table into neat piles. "It's not as dramatic or crazy, but it can feel that way sometimes. It depends on the person. Everyone's different." 

Rolling her lips, (Y/N) nodded her head. She chanced a look over her shoulder at her friend, slowing her stirring. "What are you like?" 

Sarah shrugged, a crease between her brows as she thought. "I haven't smoked in a while, but I used to get really tired. It always depended on what kind we had, but I usually got really tired." 

Is that what Harry did? Did he get sleepy, like some of her classmates? Did he nod off during the movie he and Mitch watched the other night? 

"When was the last time?" (Y/N) asked, hoping Sarah didn't cut her off. She was genuinely curious, she hoped she wasn't prodding and poking past her welcome. 

"Maybe a year ago? Could have been longer," Sarah answered. "I was with Mitch so it wasn't too long ago." 

Fixing her attention back on the stirring of the soup she was making for their dinner, she tried to act casual as she spoke. "W-Was Harry there, too?" 

"Harry?" 

(Y/N) could hear the smile in Sarah's voice as she realized where (Y/N)'s curiosity was stemming from. She never tired of teasing just a little over how in love she was with her Harry. (Y/N) only hummed a confirmation, keeping her voice to herself. 

"He wasn't there the last time, but he did used to smoke with us sometimes," Sarah explained, sounding a little too amused as she spoke, "Why?" 

Shrugging, (Y/N) pretended as if she wasn't intrigued at the info Sarah could share. "No reason really. Was it fun? With Harry and Mitch and all?" 

"(Y/N)," Sarah sighed, her voice floating through a smile, "C'mon." 

Stopping her distracting task, she turned to face Sarah who was looking at her with that knowing smile she somehow always had when it came to (Y/N)'s secrets. She was an open book as her friend could tell. 

"What?" (Y/N) feigned nonchalance as if she hadn't already been caught. 

"Did Harry say something? Is that why you're asking about all of this?" Sarah poked, her features set in a gentle tease. 

Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth she canted her head, eyes dropping to where Sarah's hands had stalled her folding. "Not exactly," she started, "He just... I don't know, I called him the other night and he was with Mitch and they had been smoking, he told me. I know he's done it a few times since we started dating, but I've just been thinking about it since then." 

Sarah hummed, nodding her head as she listened. "I get it," she said, "I know he doesn't do it around you or anything, right?" (Y/N) only shook her head. Popping her hip with a furrow appearing in her brow as she cast her mind back in search of answers for (Y/N)'s previous questions. "I wouldn't say it's exactly like the movies," Sarah continued, "But it depends on the person and the strain, and things like that. I usually get pretty tired and hungry, Mitch is like the movies sometimes—loud and everything is funny—, and Harry gets really lovey and lazy. None of us really make much sense, though." 

(Y/N) tried to picture it. Lavender smoke in the air, Harry lazing about with hearts in his eyes, Mitch laughing about nothing, and Sarah passed out in the corner with a pillow under her cheek. A pinch appeared between her brows as she tried to see where she would sit amongst those characters. 

"What do you think I'd be like?" 

Blinking, Sarah brought her gaze to her friend. She pursed her lips as she took in (Y/N). 

"I don't know. It's not the same as being drunk, so I don't know if you'd be as excitable." Sarah contemplated for a moment longer. "I don't really know, honestly. Are you thinking about finding out?" 

She could only shrug. A similar anxiety she felt around alcohol before she broke that barrier still surrounded this, if even a bit heightened given the fact the substance was still very much taboo in her life. There were so many scary, over-exaggerated out there about marijuana, along with the fact that it was still very much taboo in (Y/N)'s life. The use of it seemed to be something that was only done in private and kept as a secret for some people. She was worried that if she found out why, she would regret it. 

Though, there were those puffing thoughts in the back of her mind that begged to differ. It couldn't be that bad. Harry, Mitch, and Sarah were three of her favorite people in the whole world. They weren't devilish burnouts with a one-track lifestyle taking them down the drain, like horror stories and PSA's liked to project. They were good people who sometimes indulged in extra relaxation when they had the chance and the mindset to do so. There was nothing wrong with that. 

"You could ask H, if you wanted. You know he'd answer anything you wanted to know." 

"I know," (Y/N) drawled, unsure despite the fact she knew Sarah was telling the truth. "You don't think he'd be annoyed or anything? I know he keeps it all separate from me for a reason, so I don't want to make him upset." 

Sarah leveled her gentle gaze on (Y/N)'s face. "I think he does it because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. It's different than drinking wine with him and things like that, so I bet he just doesn't want to scare you." 

(Y/N) shook her head, "He couldn't scare me, though. He's too nice." 

"To you," Sarah clarified, her smile soft and teasing, "You know he just worries about you and all of that. You wouldn't upset him if you wanted to know more about anything he does."

He did love teaching and showing her things, she knew that. 

"I'll think about it," (Y/N) settled.

"Good," Sarah smiled, grabbing her stacks of folded laundry, "Is dinner ready?" 

"Almost," (Y/N) chirped, adding a little bit of extra seasoning to the pot, "I just need to add the noodles. It'll probably be ready by the time you're done putting everything away." 

Sarah gave a small cheer, stacks of clothing now rehomed in the laundry basket to be returned to her room. "Thank you," she sung, "We should watch that yacht show when we sit down, don't you think?" 

Perking up at the suggestion, (Y/N) quickly nodded her head. "That sounds perfect!" she smiled, mellowing some as she turned her attention to her swirling soup base, "And, thank you for answering everything, by the way. It always helps me." 

"I know, that's why I do it," Sarah settled, reaching out to squeeze (Y/N)'s arm gently before she swept away. 

Left in the silence of the kitchen with only the simmering soup, (Y/N) felt a little bit lighter. Some of her questions were answered even if she had more she wanted to hear from Harry directly. More than anything, she was a little enamored at the idea that Harry was loving and lazy under the influence. She already had a small idea given that she had seen how easy and bubbly he became when he drank, but she'd never seen him really slow down the way she pictured it in her head. 

She wanted to see just how lovey he became, if she was being honest. She already had the privilege of experiencing the affectionate side of him, she wondered just how much higher that volume would be kicked to if he had been smoking. What if he really did have hearts in his eyes?

The thought brought a quiet smile to (Y/N)'s face.

Maybe, she really would have to ask him. 

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"What are you thinking for dinner, my love?" 

(Y/N) puckered her lips to reciprocate the small kiss Harry gave her as he traipsed by the couch. Her eyes followed the broad of his back as her made his way towards the kitchen. With her hands folded on the arm of the sofa, she rested her cheek on her forearm, kicking her legs up behind her as she watched him.

"Whatever you want, I'm okay with," she told him, voice soft and easy. 

"Yeah?" he prodded, looking over his shoulder as he washed his hands in the sink, "Even if I didn't feel like making dinner tonight and decided to order sushi instead?" 

"Sushi?" (Y/N) bubbled, "From the new place?" 

Harry nodded, dimples thumbed into his cheeks. "I figured we could try it out tonight, if that was alright." 

"Yes, please," she beamed, her grin only widening when came around to join her in the common area after drying his hands. 

His lip ring bobbled as he matched her smile, using a gentle hand to push a stray strand of hair from her eyes. "Why don't you pull up the website for us while I put my sketches away, and find what y'like. Then we'll order, yeah? 

Despite the long hours he worked at the shop this past weekend, he looked as gorgeous as ever to (Y/N). He lacked eyeliner after wiping it off as soon as he made it home, but his eyes were still the star of the show against his creamy skin. A fresh bee tattoo stood out on the column of his throat, the mosaic wings following the line of his jaw amongst the rose bush filler he had inked across the skin. With the way he stood over her, she got the perfect view of his spiraling curls and the cut planes of his face complete with his glimmering nose stud and lip ring. 

She nodded her head in a lovey daze. "I can do that." 

Amusement flickered in his eyes as he looked down at her. He dipped to her level to press a lingering kiss to the tip of her nose. "Thank you, baby," he murmured, moving away to gather the art supplies he was working with, "I'll be right back." 

Pulling out her phone, (Y/N) searched up the restaurant up while her mind was still on Harry. 

While the questions she had for him were still in the back of her mind, it was too easy to become distracted with him. They weren't apart for a long time by any stretch of the imagination, but even spending a long, four-day weekend away from one another allowed enough fondness to grow between them to keep her mind from wandering very far from what was right in front of her. Besides, Harry barely let her get a word in since she stepped foot in his home, having tugged her to his bedroom with his lips pressed to hers, only breaking for breath. 

She'd ask him at some point, she was sure. If she had the mind to after dinner. 

Browsing through the menu for a few minutes, (Y/N) found the rolls she was interested in, picking things she had a feeling Harry would like and finding other little gems on the website that she would mention in hopes of getting his opinion on. She searched through the site, trying to find an option to order online with no luck, the browser rerouting her to the main page every time she tried to plug into the ordering site. 

"H?" she called, realizing he still hadn't come back from resetting his utensils. 

"Yes?" he answered back, still in the bedroom, "What do y'need, love?" 

Instead of responding, she stood from the couch and moved towards his room, brows knitted and phone screen bright in her hand. "The website isn't working—it won't let me order," she explained, stepping over the threshold to his room. 

Lifting her head, she saw him standing at his dresser, back to the door with his head angled down and hands fiddling across the top of his dresser. He looked over his shoulder at her, his hands slowing. 

"Give me a second, and I'll take a look," he told her, "I'm still cleaning up—forgot I left some things out." 

"Oh?" she sounded, stepping towards him with her phone being slid back into her pocket, "Do you want any help?" 

Growing close enough, she peered around him to see what he was working on. Instead of spotting the graphite and colored pencils she figured she'd find, she instead saw tiny green buds splaying across the wooden surface with a pair of loose pieces of thin paper and a tall black canister. Harry worked quickly to clean up the mess, majority of the green flakes having been scooped up and replaced in the container though he was struggling to wrangle the remains back into their container. 

"'S alright," he murmured, shifting just enough to cut her view of the space, "'M almost done." 

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she rocked on her heels as she stayed put. Before she could think better of her words, they were already spilling from her mouth: 

"Is that weed?" 

She cringed at the sound of her voice wrapping around something so outside of her vocabulary. It sounded better in her head.

Harry's hands slowed, stilling before he looked over his shoulder at her. A sliver of his workspace was once again revealed at the small shifting. 

"What was that?" he pressed, his question seemingly heavy between the two of them. 

She said the wrong thing, didn't she? (Y/N) dropped her gaze from his, settling on the new bumblebee on his neck instead. 

"I ask if that was your... you know," she trailed off, hating the sound of her floundering almost more than just saying the word outright, "That's weed, right?" 

Feeling Harry's gaze trail over her, (Y/N) tried not to squirm. 

"It is, yeah," he muttered, "I didn't realize I left it out. 'M sorry."

Darting her eyes up to match his once more, she tipped her head to the side. "Why are you sorry?" 

Turning away from the dresser entirely, Harry faced her directly. He gave her a small shrug. "I don't like leaving it out when you're here. I meant to clean it up before y'came over, but I forgot." 

"You know I don't mind," she reminded him, "You don't have to be sorry." 

A gentle smile curled his lips, only a single dimple in his cheeks as he looked at her. 

"Thank you, love," he started, "Let me clean up, I'll wash m'hands again, and then I'll—" 

"What does it feel like?" 

(Y/N) could feel her skin simmering in embarrassment as her tumbling question fell from her mouth before she had a chance to police the words. Everything she had been too distracted to ask him came flooding back then, unable to be stopped now that she saw the opportunity. 

"Sorry," she peeped, realizing how abruptly she had cut him off.

He waved her off, "'S alright." He watched her with attentive eyes, catching each of her expressions and minute movements. "What does what feel like?" 

There was no going back now, she figured. 

"Being high," she peeped, "What does it feel like?" 

While he didn't seem to understand where her line of questioning was coming from, or understood her sudden curiosity in his private hobby, he didn't dissect any further. 

Harry rolled his neck, pursing his lips. "It's different for everyone," he started, much the same as Sarah had, "It depends on the kind you smoke, too." 

"But what does it feel like for you?" she rattled off, her words coming quick. Her hands were a busy bundle at her waistline, looking at him with curious eyes. 

A small tug on the corner of his lip had a lopsided smile sparking on his mouth. "It depends, like I said, on what kind, but I usually like it best when m'hands hurt. It helps numb it long enough for the cramping to go away," he mused, "But, other than that, it makes me tired—but not enough to sleep. I jus' want to do nothing but sit and eat. I also get very touchy; lots of cuddling with pillows and whining about not being with you." 

He had to have known that his last comment would get her lips splitting into a sheepish smile, (Y/N) dropping her head to fix her gaze at their feet. It was still a little wild to her that Harry thought about her as often as she did him, even when she wasn't right in front of him.

"You feel like that every time?" 

"Mostly, yeah," he shared, "Sometimes I feel like sketching, or I fall asleep right away. Back when Mitch and I would go out a lot, I used to be really hyper—doing stupid shit because I wasn't afraid of anything. I've definitely calmed down since then." 

"Oh," she sounded. (Y/N) couldn't imagine Harry being reckless, getting himself into trouble that way—but, this was the same man that apparently received his first tattoo at a mechanic's garage by a very amateur artist. He was capable of anything, she guessed. 

"Why do you want to know, love?" he asked, tipping his head with a spiral of his curl falling over his shoulder. 

She attempted to act as nonchalant as possible, giving a shrug of her shoulders despite her lips being rolled between her teeth. "I don't know," she answered, "I've just been thinking about it, I guess." 

"Yeah? Is that all y'wanted to know?" 

While there had to have been hundreds of questions that could come to mind, everything from what he and Sarah meant when they specified reactions were based on the strain or kind of weed that was being consumed, to what skunks vs. dank meant when it came to the herb, she didn't know where to start. Though there was one thing she was wanting to know, beyond just the details of what it would be like to see a clingy, lovey Harry. 

"What do you think I'd be like?" she asked, her words coming out in a rush before she could rethink them.

Harry's gaze was warm on her face as he examined her. Amusement sparked in his eyes. 

"I don't know, but I have a feeling you'd be a little bit like Mitch," he explained, "I think you'd be excited about everything. But, I'd hope you'd be a little like me just because I like the idea of you being clingy and warm, too." 

She liked that idea, too. It was easier this time to add herself to the picture of Harry, Mitch, and Sarah, superimposing herself at Harry's side with her own hearts in her eyes and her hands tangled with his. (They could sneak kisses, too, if she caught the bug of no fear like he used to have).

"Could—Can I—... I think I want to try, if that's alright," she stuttered, unable to find the right words before just letting something roll off her tongue. 

Harry's silence was heavy between them, the lilypad of his irises setting on her. "You want to try smoking?" 

Starting with a soft nod, she tried to find that reckless bubbling that had carried her this far. "I think so, yeah." A beat passed. "If that's alright." 

When he didn't immediately say anything, she chanced a peek up at him to find his eyes fixed on her, gentle and melting as he took her in. He opened his arms for her when he caught her eye, his features softened and warm. "C'mere." 

(Y/N) all but fell into his arms, his chest warm and solid under her cheek. She looped her arms around his middle, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed into him. He worked like a shot of lavender incense and chamomile tea for her, the perfect thing to settle her in moments like these. 

His hand spanned over the planes of her back, fingertips massaging the knots of muscle and ladder of her spine. He rubbed over her form in a soothing circuit between her shoulder blades, his opposing hand an anchoring weight on her waist. 

"Y'really want to try it out, love?" he prodded her gently, his voice rumbling under her cheek. 

"I think so," she mumbled, finding it easier to speak now that she was there to hold her instead of watch her.

"When did y'decide that?" 

"The other day, I think," she explained, "After we talked on the phone." 

He hummed, the sound reverberating in her ear. "What made y'think y'wanted to try something like this?" 

Harry always liked to talk her through things like this, she found. It made it easier for him to understand her thought process, he'd said, helping him be honest with her if he worried she was making a choice that might hurt her later. He never lacked patience when it came to guiding her through new experiences. 

"I don't know," she answered honestly, "I just want to know what it's really like. I've only seen a couple of movies and read a few books, but I want to know what it would feel like for me. I don't think it could be so bad if you like it." 

Nosing at her hair, she could feel the smile that had spread across his lips. "'M not always the smartest though, baby. You know that." 

She let out a small laugh at his griping. "I know, but I trust you. If you really don't think it would be good for me, I know you would tell me." 

A pause settled between them. 

"You don't feel like you have to, right? Jus' because 's something I do sometimes, I don't expect you to feel comfortable with it or want to do it with me." 

"I know," she responded, voice resolute, "I just want to try it at least once. If I don't like it or anything like that, I won't do it again." 

After a lingering moment, Harry drew her away from him, peering down at her with a soft gaze. "If you're sure, then we can try it whenever y'want. Jus' let me help you, and I'll be there." 

An impulsive flicker lit through her system. She was on a roll, why stop now? 

"Can we try it tonight?" 

Harry looked at her with widened eyes. "Tonight?" 

(Y/N) nodded her head. "I don't have class until the afternoon tomorrow," she started, a plan coming together, "Do you have to go in early tomorrow?"

His smile was lopsided as he shook his head, likely following where she was going with this. "No, I don't." 

"We could stay up, then," she rattled off, "I could try tonight, and if anything goes wrong we can sleep in a little in the morning." 

Amusement filtered through his gaze. "I didn't know we were having a sleepover," he teased her, dipping his head until his nose nudged against hers, "Y'want to stay the night with me, baby?" 

Her skin hummed as (Y/N) fought the urge to hide herself in his neck. (She acted as if he hadn't been fingers deep in her just a few hours prior, their mouths welded together and her legs around his waist)." 

"Harry," she whined, curling her fists in his t-shirt to keep from pulling away, "I'm trying to be serious." 

"I know," he crooned, tipping his chin to peck a soft kiss to her pouted lips, "And, 'm listening. We can try it out tonight, if y'really want to. But, I think we should eat first, yeah?" 

"Yeah," she repeated, giving a slight nod of her head, "I still need help with the website, though."

"Right," he murmured, pulling away, "Since I don't really need to clean up anymore, let me take a look." 

With that, (Y/N) handed him her phone, telling him about the confusion she felt with the links and the rerouting and all, but her mind was somewhere else. Flicking her gaze around his shoulder, she saw the mess he was leaving out for them to take care of later. The small green buds sparked that familiar kind of nervous excitement that she'd grown accustomed to when it came to new things Harry was planning on teaching her. 

She just hoped she didn't make a fool of herself.

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"What did you think, love? Good, right?" 

Taking their dirty utensils—including the pink chopsticks he gifted her for Valentines—Harry spoke over his shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen.

(Y/N) sat pliantly on the couch, tummy full of the variety of sushi rolls they sampled for the night, along with a new favorite miso soup that she was surely going to be craving as the week went on. "So good. I think my favorite is still the spicy salmon one with that seaweed salad on top." 

Harry laughed from where he stood, surely remembering the way she had practically taken that roll for herself, hoarding the pieces to allow only one bite for him. "I really liked that one, too. We'll have to go back again soon, yeah?" 

"Yes, please," she chirped, looking over the back of the couch as he made his return. 

While the food was a delicious distraction for the night, (Y/N) had still marinated in the idea of what would be coming once she finished and they were settling for the night. The mess he'd left on his dresser was waiting for them, loose papers and all. 

"Ready?" he asked, coming to stand at the end of the sofa.

Was she? She wasn't sure, honestly. But that uncertainty was outweighed by the curiosity and bubbly jitters she had since Harry had agreed to help her. 

Before she had a chance to answer and take his hand, Harry spoke up again, "Jus' to get ready for bed first, baby." 

"Oh," she sounded, nothing more intelligent coming to mind at the moment, "Um, yeah. Then we'll...?" 

He cracked a smile at her hesitancy to name the activity that she had brought up. "Yes, we'll do that afterwards. You'll probably feel more comfortable in some pajamas and your face clean." 

Though she felt a bit silly at the way she had built up a moment that hadn't quite arrived yet, she understood his logic. Besides, if she turned out to be like Sarah, she wouldn't beat herself up in the morning if she did all of her skincare now, and not when she was already inches from sleep.

Taking Harry's hand, she followed after him as he led her to his bedroom, a small duffle bag of hers that stayed here was already sitting by the bathroom door. A change of clothes, and minis of her most essential skincare needs were packed away inside, making it easy for her to spend the night impulsively when she wanted to. 

(Just then, the reminder that she wouldn't be confined to a single bag when they moved in together made her more giddy than before. Soon, she'd be sharing a whole closet with him, a bathroom, and a home. She couldn't wait).

(Y/N) went through the motions of getting unready with Harry standing behind her in the mirror. More often than not, as she brushed her teeth or patted a balm into her skin, her eyes wandered to his reflection. Once or twice, when she was caught, he gave her a sly smile with glimmering eyes. But, when he didn't catch her, his attention on his own task, she was left to allow her mind to gill with imagination. 

She was reminded as she ran her eyes along the cut of his jaw, the plants of his features, and the high points in-between, that he would be stepping behind the lavender veil with her. His previous conversation with her had only revolved around her and what she wanted out of this experience, straying her mind away from the fact that he was going to be a part of the package. 

What would he look like with smoke pluming from his mouth? Would his lilypad eyes go glazed and red? She wondered if his hands would feel any different gliding over her skin, if his lips would still feel as pillowy against hers. 

The thought had her cheeks warming, a sheepish smile forming around the toothbrush between her lips. 

Harry finished before her, stepping out of the bathroom to give her privacy to change into her pajamas. "I'll wait for you out here," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head. 

Closing the door behind himself, she was left alone with the chilled tile under her socked feet. Glancing at the mirror, (Y/N) found herself fresh-faced with wide eyes and a slight swell to her lips from the amount of times she rolled them between her teeth. Blinking, she wondered if she would look any different to Harry after she pulled the smoke into her lungs. 

It was with rushed hands that she dressed into her sleep clothes (really nothing more than a pair of tiny shorts she would inevitably kick off in the night, and a shirt she had stolen so long ago from Harry that it was hers now), almost slipping her top on backwards before she righted herself in the mirror. Stepping out of the washroom with her laundry being dropped atop her duffle for later, (Y/N) saw Harry once again at his dresser.

This time, he looked to her with an easy smile, his hands working over the surface before him.

"Better?" he smiled, lip ring bobbing. 

"Mhm," she hummed, moving towards him in slow strides, "What are you doing?" 

Turning back to face his hands, he told her, "Jus' getting our things ready. Do you want to watch?" 

A pinch creased her brows as she went towards him. Peering around his shoulder, she saw him working with one of the loose papers from before and a small pile of crushed up greenery. 

"What do you have to do?" (Y/N) only had a vague idea of what all went into preparing for a session like this. 

Smiling down at her, his ministrations slowed now that her attention was placed on his hands. He sidestepped just enough to allow her an unobstructed view of his work. "I figured we'd stick with a joint this first time, so I've got to roll one up for us to use." 

Looking at it now, while she didn't have much knowledge of any of this, she could see familiar pieces forming. The paper would be rolled and twisted with the bud inside, Harry flickering a lighter at the end like a cigarette when it was ready.

"How do you do that?" she muttered, stepping that much closer, feeling as if she were a child pressing their nose against the glass separating them from gallons of ice cream. 

A huffed laugh fell from his lips then. Lifting his arm up, he beckoned her to stand between his chest and the dresser. "C'mere." 

Slipping into the small space he freed for her, the heat of his chest could be felt against her back. Though she caught whiffs of it before, now the herby, earthy smell of the bud was right at her nose, wafting through the air and clinging to her skin. Right in front of her, Harry worked around her, his fingers deftly working through his supplies. 

"First," he started, "You've got to keep the paper flat out and put one of the filters at the end." She watched as he pulled a tiny white piece from the canister, setting it at the middle of one of the short ends of the paper. He kept it stable when he reached for the ground up weed that he had piled in the lid to the container, a small mound he pinched at before sprinkling the chunks in a line across the paper. "We've got to fill it up enough so there's not any air bubbles between," he explained as he worked, his arms hovering above her shoulders as he created their joint with the ease of experience. "This part’s always a little hard for me," he told her, to her surprise. 

"What do you mean?" He could have fooled her.

"'S hard to pack it in like this," he elaborated, his voice dull as he concentrated, "M'fingers are too big, so I've got to be extra careful that I don't mess it up." 

Honing her gaze in on his digits, she had to keep herself from tipping her head to the side and falling victim to the sight. She could see it then, she figured, watching as he tried to pat everything as tightly and precisely as possible. His fingers definitely were too big. 

"Oh," she sounded. 

A breathy laugh came from behind her, the exhale twisting through the hair on the top of her head. "Would y'do something for me, love?" he asked, finally packing enough in as tightly as he could before he started folding the ends of the thin paper. 

She gave a nod, now too transfixed on his hands to speak with an even tone. 

"Would you give this a lick for me?" he asked, "We've gotta seal it up before I can twist it all up." 

"Like, the paper?" she clarified, eyeing the open flap he was presenting to her with the joint grasped carefully between his fingers. 

Harry hummed a confirmation. "There's glue on this edge like an envelope. Gotta make it sticky, then I can close it up for us."

"Um, okay," she muttered, placing a steadying hand on his wrist as he brought the almost-joint to her lips. 

Parting her mouth, she swiped the tip of her tongue along the very edge of the paper. It didn't taste quite as artificially sweet as a regular envelope, but then again, everything was coated in that dusky scent that the herb folded inside held. 

"Thank you, baby," he told her, pulling the joint from her lips as he did the closing motion of sealing the edge to the roll. She watched as he did the final step, twisting down the free edge into a tight swirl before he presented it with the filtered end between his fingertips. "All done." 

In front of (Y/N) was the stereotypical joint that she had seen in the few films that showed as much. The paper was translucent in the way that she could clearly see it was filled from the inside with dark, green flakes. The filtered edge was tapered down into a small funnel, leaving the head of the roll trumpeting out, thick with the ground up weed. 

"That was fast," (Y/N) muttered, wanting to reach out and touch, but too scared. 

"I've gotten pretty good, I can't lie," he joked with her, pressing his lips to the back of her head. A paused settled again before he spoke to her, his head still dipped down as he murmured, "Y'still feeling alright, darling? Still want to, or do y'want to go to bed and watch a movie instead?" 

Examining the joint in front of her, the thick scent of the weed surrounding her with the heat of Harry's chest at her back, she nodded her head. "I still want to." 

Dropping an arm to wrap around her waist from behind, Harry hugged her to him for a moment. "Grab a jacket then, and we'll go out back for a second, yeah?" 

"Outside?" she asked, turning in his hold. 

"Don't want it stinking up the house, right?" He looked at her with a raised brow, already stepping towards the closet in search of his own coat. "We'll be fast, baby, 's alright." 

(Y/N) supposed he was onto something, realizing that she had never been struck by the heavy scent like she would figure if he had smoked in his bedroom. As long as no one complained, it wasn't a bad idea to head outback for a second. It would be nice to take in deep breaths in between the smoke too, she figured. 

With a set of slippers on her feet, and a thick hoodie on her body, she followed Harry out the back door, ending on the back patio. He sat on the stoop at her feet, patting the space next to him. 

"Warm enough?" he asked, moonlight waning above their heads. 

Snuggling closer to his side, she nodded her head. "I'm alright, thank you. Are you warm?" 

Despite the unzipped jacket on his form and the thin t-shirt underneath, Harry gave her a small smile. "'M good, baby." 

Flicking out a lighter and the joint from his pocket, he sparked the flame with a flick of his fingers. 

He ran the spark over the trumpeted tip of the joint, his face warming in the firelight glow. "We'll take it easy tonight, yeah?" he murmured, concentration on his hands, "I don't think it'll take much to get y'there, so we probably won't finish this but we'll save the rest for another time if you want." 

She watched as he rotated the edge of the joint over the flame, evenly burning the tip. "Are you not going to have any?" 

"I will," he assured her, "But, I want to make sure I can take care of you. I won't be having too much." 

Having a deja vu moment, (Y/N) was reminded of how it felt to be sitting in his lap as he fed her wine, keeping his own head clear while he let her run wild. 

With the end of the joint glowing a warm orange, Harry put the lighter away. He ashed the very tip away, revealing cool lavender smoke twisting through the air with a heady scent clinging to the particles. 

"Want the first go?" he asked, tipping the roll towards her in an offer. 

"No, no," she answered immediately, "You first." 

His smile was lopsided as he agreed, pulling the joint to his mouth. She watched as he tucked the filtered end between his lips, taking in a shallow inhale with the fiery end glowing to life. His chest expanded as he inhaled. He only pulled the roll away from his lips when his chest was puffed with smoke, a lingering second passing before he exhaled, plumes of dancing smoke drifting through the air. The heavy, thick aroma of the weed surrounded them. 

(Y/N) couldn't pull her eyes from him as the smoke seeped from between his lips, a thin, violet filter hazing his features. The moon above seemed to catch each particle, drowning the scene in cool toned shades, muted and closed. 

She waited for something to change in the way he looked, the way he acted. When the only thing he did was turn to her with a blink, once again offering the joint to her for a try, she wasn't sure what she had expected. 

"Do y'think y'can do that?" 

Her brows creased. "Do what?" 

Amusement molded his features as he tipped his chin towards his offering. "Taking a hit," he stated, "Inhaling, and everything." 

"I-I think so," she answered, carefully pulling the roll from his fingers. She hesitated before taking it to her lips, nervous to replicate his actions while he watched. "Do you feel any different?" 

His smile was warm as he shook his head. "No—probably won't be too different tonight. I've built my tolerance pretty high, so I'll be fine." 

"Oh," she sounded, feeling the slightest bit disappointed knowing that she wouldn't get the full experience of seeing him for what he was under the influence. Maybe sometime she could convince him to let it go. Focusing back on the joint, she stared intensely at the thin ribbon of smoke falling from the tip. "How do I inhale?" 

"Jus' breathe in, baby," Harry laughed, throwing an arm across her shoulders. He tucked her against his side, warming her through her layers. "Only take a little bit at a time, though. And, if y'need to cough, jus' let it happen. You'll be alright." 

Though it was only a few tiny rules, it felt like so much to remember, to keep track of while she was trying something so foreign.

"Wh-What if I take too much?" she muttered, worrying now the longer that she let it keep burning. She hoped she wasn't wasting everything he'd done for her. 

Harry paused, rolling her question around his head before answering. "You'll be alright," he assured her, "Jus' don't want you to take too much, or anything, that's all." 

The idea of taking too much scared her more than the other rules. She didn't know what too much was; how would she know if there was too much in her lungs, how would she know if she needed to pull back? 

"Can you help me?" she murmured, worry lacing through her tone. 

"I can hold it for you if you want?" he offered, though his option didn't seem so concrete as she had hoped. 

"You can't do more?" 

A small silence sat between them when he didn't answer right away. She looked to him, finding him looking at the joint between her fingers with a contemplative crease between his brows. 

"I might have an idea that we can try," he started, flicking his gaze to match hers. "Y'trust me, right?" 

Her nod was immediate. 

A small smile folded his lips as he took the joint from her hand. He brought the roll to his lips, taking in another deep inhale with his eyes fluttering as his chest expanded. The cherry brightened as he pulled in the smoke. As soon as he pulled it away from his mouth, he spoke to her in a muddled voice, a small streak of smoke escaping through his nose. 

"C'mere." 

(Y/N)'s eyes rounded out in confusion. She was already right here, right?

The arm Harry had thrown across her shoulders slithered around her form until his palm came to a cradle on her cheek. He pressed forward then, his lips parting just enough for (Y/N) to get the hint. 

He wanted to kiss her.

Fluttering her eyelids to a close, she leaned forward in an attempt to meet him halfway. Harry, with his hand on her cheek, stopped her short, a small distance left between them. 

With her eyes opening to slits, she found him looking to her with his own gaze trained on her lips. His tender hand on her cheek shifted until his thumb was resting in the full of her bottom lip. Tugging just slightly, he parted her pout into a small gape. Harry ripped his head, leaning just that much closer with his pursed lips. 

(Y/N) held her breath, her own mouth parted open as she felt soft plumes of smoke fan over her lips. His lips just barely grazed her own, pressing against the soft pillows as the smoke ghosted over her tongue, heady and thick.

Pulling away just enough with smoke still twirling around his features, he told her, "Breathe in, baby." 

His voice was still heavy in his throat, emulating the way he spoke in the morning. The detail gave (Y/N) something to focus on as she instinctually closed her mouth as if biting down, the smoke now contained to a thin veil between them. He kept his hand steady on her cheek as she inhaled the way she saw him do, her chest bloating as she filled her lungs with the gifted smoke. 

While she didn't feel the burning in her chest that she thought would accompany the smoke, she instead felt a thick heat in the back of her throat. She tried to mimic what she had seen Harry do, keeping the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling, but she couldn't keep up when she felt her eyes begin to water. 

Unable to handle it much longer, (Y/N) released her breath in clumsy pants, embarrassed to be reacting so intensely right in Harry's face. Though, all he did was stay steady in his spot by her, thumbing at her chin and coaxing her through it. 

Tipping her head down, she finally coughed into her sleeve, eyes watering as she went with his hand falling to the slope of her neck. 

"'S alright, baby, jus' let it out," he murmured, his voice a gentle soothe, "You'll feel better in a second, love." 

By the time she regained her breath, there was a slight glaze over the back of her throat—not quite a tingle, but not entirely normal. Harry tipped his head down by then, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth with his palm spanning the shelf of her collarbones. 

"Y'alright?" he murmured, ever patient when he pulled away to match her eyes. 

Nodding her head, (Y/N) swallowed around her odd throat. "Was that alright?" she croaked, wet bottom lashes grazing the height of her cheekbone.

A fond smile molded Harry's features into soft curves. "Y'did jus' fine, lovebug. So proud of you for not getting scared," he praised her, thumb running over her warm skin, "Feels a little weird doesn't it?" 

(Y/N) didn't have to think before she nodded her head, watching as he ashed the joint they had probably let burn for just a touch too long. "Really weird," she told him earnestly, "My throat feels funny, but that's all so far."  

"Yeah? Want to keep going?" His eyes skated over her features, taking in every reaction, every minute stretch of her muscles. 

While she was sure there was something that would hit soon, she still felt comfortable enough to take a little more from him. (Y/N) answered with a small nod. 

"Same way we did before?"

Remembering the feel of his lips glancing across hers, the faint brush of the tip of his nose over hers, she could feel her skin simmering. "Yeah," she answered, hoping he thought the breathy quality of her voice was a lingering side effect of her coughing. 

He didn't look entirely fooled when that sly smile touched his lips. "Alright," he said, bringing the joint back up to his lips, "We'll do a couple more, then I think you're done, baby. That alright?" 

"That's alright," she murmured, "Thank you." 

This time, watching him taking in the long drag, (Y/N) knew what to expect when he turned to her. She allowed him to hover close enough that he was almost kissing her as he blew out another plume of smoke for her to inhale. When she took her time filling her lungs with the smoke, Harry tipped his head and smeared his lips over her cheek, kissing down her neck. 

She had more confidence this go around, coaxing herself through as Harry held her. That thick feeling in the back of her throat intensified as she closed her eyes, her chest expanding under her borrowed hoodie. 

"Doing good, baby," he murmured into her ear, pulling away to match her gaze, "Go ahead and breathe out, love. I think you're good." 

Following his direction, the lavender smoke twirled between them. Sucking in clean air, she filtered out her lungs. This time around, opening up her eyes to look up at the moonlight and the stars blinking over the inky canvas, things felt different. There was a bit of lethargy to her movements, even in the darting of her gaze. Her limbs felt as if there was extra weight attached, something heavy that slowed her before she even had a chance to move.

It was an odd feeling, something that she'd never experienced before or had anything of comparison to, but it wasn't unpleasant. She'd even say she liked it so far.

Harry seemed to pick up on the fact that she was edging into new territory as he watched over her, eyes sparking from amusement. "One more?" 

"Yeah," she settled, her lips feeling looser the more she sunk into the moment, "One more." 

"Wanna try by yourself?" he asked, taking his own small puff from the joint before he was angling it towards her. 

"Not by myself, no," she argued, still scared to be in charge of her own dosing. 

"I can hold it for you if y'want—take it back when you've had enough," Harry offered, letting a cloud leave his lips as he spoke. 

"Okay," she nodded, taking on his offer. 

"Open," he instructed, setting the filter of the joint between her lips, "Then jus' suck in, okay? You'll be able to feel it in the back of your throat, so stop if you've had enough and I haven't taken it back yet." 

(Y/N) wrapped her lips around the filter, taking in Harry's directions with absent ears. She couldn't imagine he wouldn't be able to catch herself and her intake before he did. 

Emulating what she'd seen from him before, she sucked in, her cheeks hollowing just enough to show off the shape of her cheekbones. The back of her throat warmed, embers igniting in a low burn. This was more than what Harry had given her before, but she didn't mind. This would be just enough,she figured.

At the perfect moment, Harry pulled away prompting her to breathe out the final cloud of smoke. He asked the joint once more, a small pile of grey dust having collected at their feet. 

A few huffed coughs fell from (Y/N)'s lips, unused to the feeling of gathering the smoke directly from the source. Harry wrapped his arm around her, tucking her into his side as she eased through the final intake. 

"How do you feel?" he asked her, voice low under the moonlight. 

Looking around, (Y/N) tried to find the answer to the question. 

It was an odd feeling, she decided. She felt both light and heavy at the same time, her head in the clouds with her body entirely anchored to the ground. Prickles poked at her skin, her limbs their own entity as she brought her hands into a bundle in her lap. 

There was no other way to describe it other than the fact that she felt high. 

"Good," she answered simply, "Different." 

"You'll get used to it, my love," he murmured into her ear, pressing a soft kiss to the space just before. 

"Do you feel different?" she asked, her voice heavy in her dry throat. 

"A little," Harry explained, stubbing out the cherry of the joint, "But, I think 's time we get inside before either of us freezes, don't you think?" 

"Yeah, yes."

It was when Harry let out a small huffed laugh that (Y/N) couldn't contain her own laughter. A loud peal fell from her lips. She wasn't even sure why she was laughing. That only made her laugh harder.

—————

"That is so funny," (Y/N) giggled to herself, clenching her hands in the fabric of her top lest she forget they were there. "Harry, did you see that?! It was funny!" 

He was back in the kitchen, working over the stove with a pot of noodles boiling away and a cheesey sauce working on the other burner, leaving (Y/N) to watch this movie all on her own. 

"Which part, baby?" he asked, his rumbling voice sounding farther away than she remembered. 

(Y/N) blinked, watching the brightly colored animated characters go across the television screen. "The one that was just on! With the cat on the piano!" 

How could he not have been paying attention? (Y/N) had never seen something so entertaining before, if she was being honest. This had to be her new favorite movie—she just needed to remember what it was called. 

"Oh," he sounded, "I did see that, sorry, lovebug. It was very funny." 

"Good," she responded absently, craning her neck to look over the back of the couch towards where he stood in the kitchen, "I'm so hungry, H." 

"I know," he laughed, looking at her with his skin seemingly glowing and the smile of a prince. "'M almost done, okay?" 

"How close is ‘almost’?" 

His smile only widened at her line of questioning. (Y/N) mimicked that look without a thought. 

"About five minutes. Can you wait that long?" 

"I'll try." She couldn't help the pout that took her features. She had told him she was hungry what felt like hours ago, and she still was waiting for food. He wouldn't even let her help either, but she could argue that she would have eaten already if he just let her follow him to the kitchen.

Raising his brows, Harry fixed his attention back on the television screen. "Oh, look. The little cat is back, baby." 

(Y/N)'s attention took a one-eighty as she did the same to face the TV once more. Harry was right, the kitten was back on screen. She didn't want to miss this. 

The high had hit her at full force only minutes after Harry had taken her inside, setting off a firing squad of so many different feelings (Y/N) had never experienced before. She had so much energy, but at the same time she wanted to sleep. She wanted to kiss and hold her boyfriend, but also had to make a point to remember where her limbs were. She wanted to eat and drink as much water as she could, but couldn't find the attention to do either of those things. In the back of her mind, she even debated on writing some for the course paper she needed to work on before the midterm exam next month—her mind swirling with ideas, but they were all out of order. 

How she decided on watching a movie instead of any of her other raucous ideas, she wasn't sure, but she was happy with the choice. This way, she was able to wrap up in the soft pink throw blanket that she left in his bedroom, sink into the new feeling, and make out with Harry when he was done cooking.

(It had really been Harry's prompting and prodding that led her to the conclusion that yes, she wanted to watch a movie and cuddle up with him while she ate, but he was happy with letting her assume it had been her own choice).

Time moved in mysterious ways since the high had hit, making it hard to decipher if it had been five hours or mere five minutes before Harry came to her with bowls of pasta and a buttery warm sauce poured over top. 

"That looks so good, H," she bubbled, overjoyed at the sight of food, "Thank you so much!" 

"You're welcome, baby," he smiled, "Do you need more water?" 

"No, just—Hold on." (Y/N) stumbled over her words, organizing her thoughts as steadily as she could and ultimately failing in favor of reaching towards Harry.

The second he settled into the cushion at her side, she had his jaw cradled in her palms, lips puckered and pressed against the corner of his mouth. A laugh bubbled through his lips, his smile felt under her kiss. 

"I missed," she laughed along with him, pulling away to watch his eyes light up and creases form around his smile, "Sorry." 

"'S alright," he beamed, cheeks still cradled in her palms, "Jus' slow down and try again." 

Though she didn't exactly have the wherewithal to follow his directions, she definitely tried her best. This time, she felt as if she went slower as she leaned in, pressing her lips to Harry's. He reciprocated her affection in soft kisses, (Y/N) melting the longer she reveled in his touch.

Her skin practically sang everywhere he touched her, taking her back to her wonderings of if there would be something extra to their affection while under the influence. That prickling that she had felt in her limbs just when the smoke started taking effect, now only occurred when he ran his fingertips over her skin or held her hand in his. The buzzing made her smile into the kiss, the pinpoint tickling under her skin.

"What's got you so smiley, hm?" Harry asked against her mouth, pulling away despite the tender hold she had on his cheeks. 

She beamed up at him with an easy grin, a rose colored glaze over her vision of him. "I just like touching you," she told him, "It tickles." 

He raised his brows in reaction, biting back a smile. "It tickles?" 

Watching the clear amusement on his face, (Y/N) couldn't help her own smile from turning into bubbling laughter. "Uh-huh," she barely answered, everything else dissolving around her laughter. 

"Now, why are you laughing?" 

Harry's investigation only proved to make the entire moment funnier to (Y/N) as she doubled over. Snuggling into his chest, she clung to him with her laughter muffled against his shoulder. "I don't know," she giggled, barely sure that the words even left her brain. 

"Oh, lovebug," he crooned, wrapping his arms around her, "What am I going to do with you?" 

A contented smile landed on (Y/N)'s features as she settled down. She burrowed against him, smushing her cheek on his shoulder and bundling her arms between their bodies. "Love me." 

The tip of Harry's nose skimmed the top of her head. "I already do that," he told her, words fanning across the strands of hair crowning her. 

"I love you too," (Y/N) answered simply. 

The cryptic sense of time she held struck once again when Harry drew away from her. Her body had relaxed into his as if she had napped on him for hours, but she could have been nestled in his arms for a max of three minutes for all she knew. 

"Are y'still hungry? Or do y'want me to save your noodles for later?" 

With that, (Y/N) swore her mind had been blown. "You brought me food, I totally forgot!" Twirling too fast for her brain to keep up, she was almost dizzy by the time she saw the bowl of pasta Harry had set in front of her, complete with salty cheese layered on top just like she asked. "That looks so good, H! Thank you." 

Harry gave her a small smile. "You're welcome, baby." 

A minute sense of deja vu niggled in the back of her head for just a second, but (Y/N) chose to ignore it in favor of twirling her fork through the spaghetti noodles.  

Had cheese always tasted this good? 

—————

"Harry, are you listening? This song is beautiful." 

"I know, love. 'S perfect, huh?" 

The drawl of Harry's response had (Y/N) peeking up at him. She found him lying with his eyes closed, mouth parted in a small gape, though his hand on her back never slowed the soothing circle he had curated.

"Are you tired?" (Y/N) whispered. 

A slight smile touched the corner of his mouth at her question. "A little. Are you?" 

(Y/N) paused, evaluating herself to give him an honest answer. "Yeah. A little." His heartbeat was set to a soothing pace under her ear, slowing into a steady rhythm as if urging him to sleep. "Are you almost asleep?" 

Though she could see his eyes were closed and his breathing was coming in soft puffs, Harry didn't slack on the duties he had taken on for the night. Since pulling her to bed and setting a playlist to softly sing through his bedroom, he had kept his cuddling hold on her firm and anchoring. He answered her every time she spoke to him and even crawled his way to the bedside table to skip the song whenever she started to whine over the melody. 

"A little," he smiled, his voice a deep rumble, "Are you?"

Another pause. "Maybe," (Y/N) answered honestly. She could fall asleep right now if she wanted, but she also wanted to keep listening to music. 

Harry hummed, his chest vibrating under her cheek. "Is there anything y'want before y'get sleepy? More water or a snack?" 

What did she need before she could peacefully fall asleep? 

Blinking her gaze up at him, she took in the tip of his nose, the curving pillow of his cupid's bow and the creamy texture of his skin. 

"A kiss? Please?" 

At that, Harry cracked his eyes open to peer down at her. "Y'haven't had enough of those yet?" 

"Never," she answered, completely honest. Harry still plucked a smile onto his lips at her response. 

"Can't blame you, darling—me neither." 

Shifting between the sheets, Harry used his free hand to cup (Y/N) cheek and tip her chin as he dipped down. He sealed his lips over hers in a loving kiss, nothing more than a soft pressing of their lips. She swore she could feel every ridge, every dip, every plane of his touch, catalogued to her memory though she hoped she would recall it in less fuzzy detail. 

"Love you," she murmured between breaths, immediately planting her lips across his once more. 

Harry smiled into the contact. He broke the rhythm of her kisses even further when he drew away, ignoring the way she chased after him with a craned neck and puckered lips.

"I love you too, lovebug." His eyes scanned over her features not for the first time that night, though something softened in his gaze. "You had a good time tonight?"

Walking through the lavender veiled events, everything was just a bit hazy and herbal, (Y/N)'s smile only grew. 

"Uh-huh," she beamed up at him, feeling herself settle into him that much more, "Thank you for showing me." 

Thumbing at the height of her cheekbone, Harry surged forward to press a delicate kiss to the bridge of her nose. "'M happy y'feel good, darling. That's all I want when we try new things." 

"I'm always happy when I'm with you." 

(Y/N) blinked as she saw his face light up with a bubbly smile, creases appearing by his eyes, dimples thumbed into his cheeks, and a slight flush over his nose. 

Had his smile always been that pretty?

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A Moment In Time

Synopsis: One where Harry's Swiftie daughter finally gets to meet her favourite and see her perform live.

Here's Pt2 to this after 1.5years | More of my work

It was a random Wednesday day and Harry and Moon at Harry Lambert's studio.

They were going to The Eras Tour!!!

Moon was ecstatic would be an understatement to say. She wanted a green folklore dress like Taylor's to wear at the Wembley Night three. So her dad found the very next person to reach out to for a custom dress for his little princess.

"It twickles!" She chuckled as Lambert took her measurements, making sure to leave quite a margin as she is a growing kid and the show was a month and a half ahead.

"Yeah? Does it tickle here?" Lambert tickled her tummy a bit making her burst into laughter.

Then later Moon went out with her dad on a little lunch date. She wanted Fish and chips and that's what she got.

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It was finally the concert day. Moon was already hyped up for everything. They even went merch shopping. They couldn't find anything in her size except for nail charms there.

Moon carried along her VIP pass on a lanyard too long for her and her noise cancelling headphones which matched her dress. Yes, her Papa bought her VIP tickets.

The show kicked off and they all danced, sang and had a great time all together.

Moon was particularly ecstatic when she saw she was matching with Taylor with the very similar Folklore dress. Taylor of course noticed it during her 22 set.

"Mummy look!" Moon showed her mum how Taylor danced during August, using her cape sleeves like wings just like her favourite.

Harry's fans there were particularly in awe of the little girl. Surprisingly, they did not take pictures of her or any sneaky videos. They were all very respectful as YN and Harry have kept their daughter away from the lime light.

Moon was over the moon one can say when she saw Taylor wearing the same dress as hers during August. "Mummy she's wearing the same dress as me!" The little girl screamed in excitement asking her mother to pick her up so she could have a look at her favourite performing on the stage well.

"Yeah!" YN cooed as picked up her girl and propped her up on her hip.

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It was the end of the show and Harry was guiding his girl back out when Andrea, Taylor's mum stopped them.

"Hi, Harry." She greeted him, "Taylor said she would like to meet your daughter at the back stage now."

Moon was all tired and a bit grumpy already as she clung on her mother, still with her noise cancelling headphones on and her bunny close to her chest. She had no idea what was going on as her mother and dad took her back stage. Taylor was there, still in her Midnights body suit.

"Moonie look who's here." YN cooed to her daughter softly, making the little girl pick her head up to look at her favourite.

"Hi little one!" Taylor said softly.

"Taylor!" It was like Moon had two shots of espresso all of a sudden when she saw Taylor, she was quick to jump in her arms with a bear hug.

"Oh you're so sweet!" Taylor hugged her back. "I like your dress. It's so pretty."

"Yeah, it's like yours!" Moon said she looked down at her dress.

"It suits you better I can say." Blondie said. "Your dad told me how much you like my music, that means so much to me."

"Yes, I like Love Story, Me, and Lover!" Moon listed out a few songs she likes. "Papa wikes to sing it to Mummy and me sometimes."

"Awe that's so sweet, isn't it!" Taylor chuckle softly. "Thank you for listening to my songs." She hugged the little girl again.

Taylor gave Moon so many gifts. Harry made sure to inform Taylor that his daughter is a big fan of hers. Taylor made the meet much so special with custom merch for Moon.

A little 22 hat, and a small Junior Jules shirt, with a pair of black jean shorts, a few tour hoodies made in her size and few sizes larger so she can grow into them. A few friendship bracelets for her, which Taylor made herself. And a few candies and chocolates, which Taylor made sure with her parents first before giving it to her.

"I made these myself for you." She helped Moon wear the bracelets.

And little did Taylor know, Moon had a few gifts for Taylor too.

"Mummy the gift, pwease!" She looked up at her mother. It was just a little cat with a picture Moon drew herself and a friendship bracelet too.

"Oh my gosh! You made these?" Taylor was in utter surprise. The little bracelets said, 'Moons BFF" and "Bestie" respectively. "You drew this?"

"Yes!" Moon exclaimed, "dunno if you would wanna wear it but I made it." She added shyly.

"Of course I want to wear it." Taylor instantly put on the bracelets, "oh and I love this picture so much!"

"Yeah? This is Moon and this is you!" She pointed at two stick figures with yellow hair, one with blue eyes and one with green eyes. Stick figure Taylor had a black mic in her hand. "And it says, I wuv your swongs and I admire you so much!" And it said the same thing indeed in messy and colourful writing.

"You are amazing." Taylor hugged Moon again, she was a bit emotional to say the least. "I am gonna cherish this forever, thank you so much. You are such an amazing artist."

"Thank you so much." Moon blushed shyly making everyone chuckle.

"You wanna take pictures together on my Polaroid?" Taylor asked. Moon of course said yes.

Taylor kept one with her and gave one to Moon with a little message on the back.

It was the best night for Moon.

YN only hoped she could remember it when she grows up, but her parents would forever remember the same for her. Moon spent three hours with Taylor that evening, they had dinner together later that night.

Moon definitely thought Taylor was going to be her best friend forever and ever that she asked her to call her whenever she is free, surprisingly Taylor agreed to that. That made Moon ever more happier.

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Moon was fast asleep in the car when they all got home, she was exhausted.

It was the next morning when her dad surprised her with her favourite breakfast, which was pancakes with her favourite fruits.

"Mummy." She walked up to her mum in her office with sleepy eyes for cuddles.

"Good morning my baby." YN was quick to pull her up in her lap.

"Mornin." She mumbled. "What are you doing Mummy?"

"I am just taking care of a few things baby." She explained to her.

"Oh." Was her only reaction.

"Are you still tired?"

"Mhmm." She nodded and nuzzled closer to YN's chest and tried to sleep again but she could smell the delicious pancakes her dad was making in the kitchen. "Pancakes?"

"Yes, Papa is making Pancakes for you." YN shared, "do you want to go brush your teeth and your hair and eat pancakes?"

"Mhmm." She seemed a bit upset and YN didn't know why.

She let her daughter be for a while as she helped the little girl brush her teeth and hair before they headed out for breakfast.

"Hi my loves. Good morning." Harry chirped as he went and kissed his wife first on the mouth and then his princess. YN set her on her high chair as she went to help him.

"I don't know why she seems a bit upset." She whispered to her husband.

"No, why?" He seemed puzzled about it.

"I don't know..."

Harry went to his daughter with a plate of pancakes, he had made a little smile face the blue berry jam and cut up little strawberry hearts for the eyes, syrup and extra fruits on the side.

"Hey princess what got you so upset?" He cooed to her, "did you see a nightmare?"

"No." She mumbled, "I saw we went to see Taylor and there were a lot of her friends there, she gave me so many gifts."

"Oh baby you thought that was a dream?" Harry tried so hard to hold back his chuckle.

"Mhmm." She looked down at her plate with sad and teary eyes.

"Oh no, can I share something with you?" Harry asked making her look up at him, "it was all real my darling. Here." He walked up to the coffee table in their living room to get the basket of goodies and the Polaroid.

The instant smile on her face put her parents heart into ease.

"It all happened, really." YN assured her. "We took off the bracelets because we didn't want you to scratch yourself in sleep." She gave the little girl the bracelets.

And she was happy again.

They spent the rest of their day watching movies and preparing and making an elaborate dinner to invite Grandma Anne and Aunty Gemma.

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The One That Got Away - Part 4

A.N. - Part 4 is finally here! I hope everyone enjoys - please let me know your thoughts or even pop into my inbox so we can talk :)

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Harry's stuck in a sticky situation where he has to ultimately pick between his own personal life and his role as a father. However, what happens when he wants to take some time alone and runs into his daughters mother while she is supposed to be with him?

Word Count: 4.1K

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Harry 

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“Harry, I love you too but I don’t believe that you’re in love with me as much as I am to you.” Liz’ confession stings me because that's not true in the slightest. Her big blue eyes are starting to brim with a few tears and my heart sinks even more. I in no way wanted to make her feel this way, even in the slightest. 

“Liz, that is absolutely not true. I-I-I-I don’t even know what else to say right now, I feel as though I have said and done everything to prove to you that I am ready to move further with you and this relationship and it doesn’t seem like you’re listening to me.” I am starting to become irritated with this conversation now. I don’t know how many times I can tell one person that I love them and want to move forward with them but my life is complicated and it’s not as easy as she thinks. Her life compared to mine is much easier, she does not share a child with someone else, nor does she have to take someone else's needs into consideration, for all intents and purposes she could move across the country tomorrow if she wanted to and there would be nothing holding her back here. 

“Let me move in with you.” 

“What?” Her demand comes as a surprise to me. 

“Let me move in with you. If you're serious as you say then let me move in with you.” 

“Baby, you know it’s not that simple.” She knows that making this type of demand comes with a lot of planning and consulting with the mother of my child. She is fully aware of the agreement that Alena and I have and, again, I have someone else to think about in this situation. 

“See Harry… This is our problem - you always have to ask for permission from her before you can do anything with your life, well I am sorry, but I am not waiting around nor am I sharing our life with her." My patience is running thin at this point - she has no business nor right to make that statement, especially when I have been an open book with her about most of my wrong doings I have done in my life. Her words are spiteful. 

“ If that’s the case, then I don’t think it would be wise to continue seeing me then.” my chest is continuing to ache and my stomach is at the bottom of the pit currently. “ I have a beautiful daughter that I share with someone, and her mother is going to continue to be a part of my life in one way or another and if you can't accept that, then I don’t think we should continue this relationship we have.” 

“But Harry?” my words have obviously affected her, however, I am not going to make promises I can’t keep, she is aware of my circumstances and what comes along with being with me. I typically would have some empathy for her because she truly is a sweet and kind hearted girl but she is being spiteful and I am not going to allow her to try and gaslight me as if I am the problem. 

“Liz, I think it’s best you go inside and we revisit this conversation another time. I don’t want to argue about this, especially because my mind is not going to change on this.” And with that, she unbuckles herself from the passenger seat, gathers her belongings and gets out of my car. She did not mutter another word. I don’t know if this means that I won’t be hearing from her anytime soon or she’s just over this conversation. She is typically a very talkative and expressive person so her silence was sharp and knife-like. I watch her make herself into her apartment building and I wait until I see her living room light turn-on to signal that she has made it inside her apartment safely. 

As I drive off back toward my mothers house, instant regret and sadness over-fills me. I don’t understand how this day started off happy,to now being  most likely it's the end of our relationship. Elizabeth is the first girl that has really sparked something inside of me in a while, she was the total package but no matter how great she is - she has to accept the biggest part of my life, with the good and the bads and if she can’t do that then that's a deal breaker. 

- 

“Harry, dear, what's wrong?” I have just arrived back at my parents house to pick-up Aria but on the way here tears just began to spill out. I didn’t even shed this many tears when my daughter was born - how pathetic of me. 

“Mum, I really don’t feel like talking about it.” I scan the room but don’t spot Aria. 

“ Where’s my princess?” Aria really did save me. I truly believe that if it weren’t for her, I would be in a much darker place in my life. 

“She’s asleep…” my mum pulls out a chair from her kitchen table as do I and we both take a seat. My mum is sitting across from me and I can tell just from her facial expression the concern and worry she has for me now and will do her absolute best to pry out the truth from me. 

“ I think Elizabeth and I have broken up.” 

“W-What, Harry, I thought everything was going great between you two?” her face is now covered by confusion and worry. “For fuck sakes, Harry, I just met the girl tonight and you’ve already broken up with her?” She's now rubbing her temples with both hands. Her face is illuminated by the single dim kitchen light fixture, yet I can still see her facial expressions clear as day. 

“Mum… she was trying to give me an ultimatum that I can’t agree to.” 

“W-Well what was it? Not going out, not drinking, not smoking? What is it?” her ignorance is bliss, she’s talking out of her ass. 

“No, she asked, no, demanded she move in with me. She feels as though I am not devoting enough time to her and not making her a priority.” 

“Well is that true? Is she not a priority for you?” 

“She is - but she needs to understand that my daughter comes before anyone else. It’s not as easy as she may think it is.” This conversation is starting to irritate me, I don’t need to justify my reasonings for anything to anyone - not Liz and not even my mum. “My role as a father comes before my role as a boyfriend, and if she can’t accept that, then that’s on her.”

“ Harry, don’t be so harsh on the girl. I’m sure it’s difficult for her as well - sharing her time with someone else, a child that you share with someone else - a child that will have things come up and plans with said girlfriend may have to be rearranged.” My mother lays her hand on top of mine and gives it a squeeze. “Don’t be so stubborn, and don’t be so serious - I’m sure she didn’t say anything inappropriate about Aria.” 

“No, she did not.”

“Harry - I think you should leave Aria with me tonight - I will take her to your home so she can sleep in her own bed because it’s getting late and you get yourself together, go for a walk, stay here - I don’t care but you don’t come home to your daughter until you get yourself together.”

“Fine.” 

- 

After my mum left with Aria I did not go for a walk, nor did I stay at her house, I drove to the first place that I knew would help me get my mind off of things. I just valeted my car and made my way to the entrance of the building. 

“Styles! I haven’t seen you in a long time. What is going on?” Josh, an old buddy of mine is at the door, carding and greeting people into the establishment. Josh is a stocky guy, with dark brown hair and a bit of facial hair, he hasn’t changed much since I last saw him. 

“ Oh, you know, busy with life my man. I hope all is going well with you.” Josh is a great guy, no doubt about that, but after a few drinks one night he has professed to me that he didn’t feel like he had a purpose in this world, didn’t go to college, didn’t have any hobbies that motivated him besides women and drinking, which is why he most likely started at this place and unfortunately I don’t believe he will be leaving anytime soon. 

“ That’s great to hear man, hey, I’ll catch you inside after my shift if you stick around!” I swiftly nodded my head and flashed him a smile, but I’m hoping that I get one or two drinks in me, calm myself down and head back home to Aria, I am not trying to stay out all night - I can’t go back to my old tendencies. 

As I make my way through the double doors, then the vestibule, I am reminded of the familiar scenery and scent of this club. It’s one of the most popular clubs within the city, and it is the place to be. It’s constantly filled with beautiful single women waiting to be flirted with, taken care of and 9 times out of 10, be taken home and shown an even better time. I would be lying if I said I never partook in any of those activities, in fact I could probably count a few things that I’ve done in that private stall to the left of me. 

The bar seems to be occupied with people ordering and then making their way back to the dance floor, which fortunately enough for me means that there's a few empty seats at the bar. The same old bartender that’s been working here for the past few years greets me as she always has. 

“Hey there Stud, y’d like your usual?” She’s a petite woman, with short blonde hair and these piercing blue eyes, she really is a looker, her name is Shannon. When I first started to come around to this place, Shannon had just started working here and she was fresh to the scene, she was very naive at the time and was known to give some special “deals” while she was working during her shift. For instance, one random Saturday night she was flirting with me at the bar, had her pretty blue eyes keep batting away at me and her tits were pushed up to her chest and her ass cheeks were hanging out of her shorts the perfect amount and one thing led to another and we ended up in the bathroom, she gave me a blowie right then and there. For months I was fixated on the way her plump lips wrapped around my cock, so I kept coming back for more and more until I became fixated on someone else. 

“Yes, please.” 

“Where’ve you been Stud? I miss you.” She walks over to grab a glass and some ice to put vodka club in and as she walks by, I notice she has a similar pair of shorts on as she had on the night we had together in the bathroom. 

“I’ve been around - haven’t been getting out much.” She’s the last person that I want to discuss any personal dilemmas with. 

“You? Not getting out much? You’re either seeing someone or knocked someone up." She laughs at her own comments and walks away to assist another customer calling her name, but I’m sure she wouldn’t be laughing if she realized both were true. 

- 

I’ve been here for about 30 minutes and I’ve had roughly about 4 drinks. I had capped myself at two but drowning my thoughts and sorrows of the day with alcohol just feels too good. The alcohol has me feeling loose and calm, it almost feels as though all of my past, present and future problems have no meaning because I’m just in a state of serenity right now. I’ve been chatting with Shannon on and off while I’ve been sitting here at the bar, and she’s already offered twice to go into the bathroom and relive a past endeavor but I’ve declined twice. I may be drunk and emotionally unstable, but I am not stupid enough to do something I will regret once I am coherent again. 

I am just about to get up and go to the bathroom when I hear a familiar voice shouting up at me. 

“ Harry, where the hell is Aria?” It took me a second to realize who it is but once I do, I am shocked. Alena, the mother of my child, is standing right infront of me in the club. She looks immaculately and effortlessly beautiful, her dress is skin tight and leaves little to the imagination while making me feel a little over protective of her? Why is she even wearing something so tight? I can practically see her nipples, and her curves hug her dress in all the right places. I recognize this dress - she wore this dress once before and dare I say that she looks even better wearing it now. 

“What the hell are you even doing here and what are you wearing? You look silly.” I’m lying to myself and to her, because she doesn’t look silly, but I can’t let her know that I think she looks effortlessly gorgeous. 

“Harry, do not fucking play games with me. Where the hell is my daughter and why the hell aren’t you with her right now?” I tug her arm gently so she can take a seat next to me, so she isn’t shouting in front of everyone, but also if I stand up for one more second I may actually piss myself. 

“Relax, she’s at my house with my mum. I came out for a drink or two and headed home.” I don’t want her blowing this instance out of proportion but I know deep inside, being here while I am supposed to be caring for Aria is not the most responsible decision. 

“Harry, do not tell me to relax.” her cheeks are puffing out like they always used to when she was annoyed or frustrated with me. “Is this” she’s pointing around the club, “what you are  doing while she’s with you during the weekends?” 

“What the fuck - no. Do you think I’m that much of a piece of shit?” I can’t believe she thinks this low of me to assume that I am doing this every weekend while our daughter is at my house. I may have been a shitty partner, but I vowed to never be a piece of shit father who doesn’t care for his child. 

“ Don’t act like that would be so far-fetched. We both know what you’re capable of.” If I wasn’t already feeling like a horrible human being, this really is the icing on the cake. “Oh why thank you, because you’re the mother of the year - I apologize for not being as perfect as you.” the alcohol was starting to kick in and I wasn’t even aware of what was coming out of my mouth, however, I can tell by Alena’s expression she’s brewing with anger. 

“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you here, Harry. Enjoy your night, and don’t you worry about dropping Aria off in the morning - I’ll come pick her up bright and early.” I didn’t even know what to say next, so I didn’t even bother stopping Alena from walking away and apologizing to her for what I said. Before making matters even worse, I pay my tab, ask for a bottle of water and make my way home. 

-

I’m woken up by the sound of two little feet patting their way across my bedroom and soft sniffles. When I’m finally woken up, I pull Aria under my duvet and lay her next to me. 

“Bubs, what’s a-matter?” Her tear stained face nuzzles into my chest as she makes herself comfortable. 

“U-U-Uh I-I-I had a bad dream, and I’m scared.” Her broken voice breaks my heart, but I know this is normal for kids her age, she has a bad dream at least once a month while she is with me and we go through the same routine in which she comes and lays in bed with me and we fall back asleep together. 

“ T’s okay Bubs, you’re safe here with me now.” I can feel her drifting off to sleep and selfishly I’m thankful for that - when looking at the time on my phone it clearly read 5:23 AM. Which means I’ve only been asleep for roughly about 3 hours. After my interaction with Alena at the club, I was left so embarrassed that I sobered up as quickly as I could and drove myself back here. It wasn’t enough that Alena gave me a piece of her mind, but as soon as I got home my mum could smell the alcohol on my breath and I had to hear it from her as well. I was embarrassed beyond belief, but all I wanted to do after the night I had was check on my baby girl and then go to sleep. 

“I love you so much, daddy.” I could never get tired of hearing that. 

- 

I’m woken up again by the vibration of my phone. Alena texted and called me to notify me that she’s outside waiting for me to let her in, while getting out of bed doing my best to not wake up Aria I glanced over at my phone and see that it reads 7:38 AM, she wasn’t kidding when she said bright and early. I slip out of my pajama pants and slip on a pair of lounge shorts and make my way down my stairs and into my foyer to let Alena in. 

When I open the door, she’s standing there in a pair of leggings and a cropped t-shirt, her hair seems to be styled in the same waves that it was last night. Her face has now been washed away of all that make-up she had on last night, and she seems to have a softer aroma on her. 

“Where is she?” her demeanor doesn’t seem to have changed since last night. 

“She’s up in my bed asleep, she woke up about 2 hours ago because she had a bad dream. The only way she seems to fall back asleep is if she nestles herself into me.” I’m hoping the topic of our daughter and her unfortunate nightmare softens Alena up. 

“Yeah, she does the same with me too. She likes when I wrap my arm around her.” I lead her through the open-floor plan of my home and lead her to my kitchen island so I can make us some coffee. 

“Listen, Harry, I apologize for snapping at you last night the way I did. I shouldn’t have done that.” she has no reason to apologize here but as always, she has to be the bigger person. “It just really took me by surprise to see you there the way I did.” 

“There’s no reason for you to apologize, however, if you had allowed me to talk last night I would have gotten to the reason why.” I truthfully would have told her everything last night if she had allowed me to, but out of frustration, she let it out all at once. 

“ I was irresponsible last night, and after an argument I had with my now ex-girlfriend I needed to get out. I probably should have gone for a walk or even a drive - but I went somewhere that felt comfortable and went ahead of myself.” 

“Oh?” her eyes are fixated on me while I talk, which is something I admire most about her. No matter who is speaking to her, she makes it a point to make them feel like they are the most important person in the room and she is just absolutely transfixed with them. 

“ I’ll spare you the details, but, I think it’s important for you to know that she asked if she could move in here and I told her no, because my relationship with our daughter is more important to me than any romantic relationship I may encounter.” her face begins to soften, and she waits for me to complete my thought before she speaks up. 

“Harry, you don’t have to share the intimate details of your relationship with me.” 

“No I don’t, but I also don’t want you to think I would ever do something to jeopardize my relationship with Aria or make you feel uncomfortable.” The coffee pot chimes signaling it’s beginning to brew. I swing my weight onto my counter top, where I perch myself up. “I know you have your thoughts about me, and rightfully so, but I will do everything in my power to prove you wrong.” These words weren’t supposed to come out as threats, but more so as promises, because I promise to be the best father I can possibly be. 

“ I’ve never said anything negative about you to anyone, not to my friends, my parents, your mum, no one - especially our daughter.” 

“Yes, but I’m sure you’ve thought about it.” 

A gasp escaped her lips, “ Yeah, and I’ve also thought about marrying Leonardo DiCaprio but it doesn’t make it true.”

This playful banter is not common within our relationship, if that's what you would even call this - but it’s refreshing. 

For the next 30 minutes, we stayed sat like we are, drinking coffee and making small talk about Aria, my mum, her parents and just random news we’ve heard about in the world, sitting and having light-hearted conversations with Alena is different than our norm, but I’m happy we are moving in this direction even if it may be in very small increments. 

Aria woke up not too long after, and came downstairs searching for me but as soon as her eyes caught sight of Alena, it was game over for me - she attacked her mother with hugs and kisses and expressed how much she actually missed her. 

Shortly after, Alena and Aria made their way back home and I am left alone again with my own thoughts and contemplations on what I should do about my situationship. But, instead of dealing with it like an adult - I decide to take the high road and go upstairs and lay back in bed.

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Waking up, Harry felt pure bliss. The sun peaked through the blinds as the morning came. After a long day yesterday, it called for a well-deserved lazy day today. Rubbing his eyes, Harry gently turned to his side and saw the love of his life sleeping soundly besides him. Her naked body covered with the white sheets that engulfed their sinful acts last night. She looked beautiful, so innocent compared to last night. He gently placed the hair that was covering her face behind her ear. In this very moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

Gently, he placed a small kiss on her bare back, his fingers lightly running through her hair. She stirred in her sleep, turning around so her back was against the mattress. The sheets had pulled down her body a bit, exposing her breasts. Her body is beautiful, driving him crazy every time he saw it. Just the sight of her like this made him hard. Seeing her like this made him think of the many times that they’ve had morning sex. Today was on of those days. Gently, he moved over to hover her body and started to kiss her neck. Her smell was intoxicating, vanilla and lavender. Harry kissed the spot right below her ear making her squirm which caused goosebumps to rise on her body. “Harry,” she whispered, his kisses waking her up from her sleep.

“Good morning beautiful", he says looking directly at her as her eyes opened showing those eyes that filled with so much love. “Good morning handsome", she mumbled, her voice a bit horse from sleep. Harry continued kissing her, moving down her body to her chest. Harry pulled the sheets completely off her body and continued his teasing actions down. “Well, this is a nice way of waking up “, she says, watching as he maneuvers down her body. A smile played on his lips as he finally reached the spot he wanted to devour again. “May I?” Harry asks, looking up to her through hooded lustful eyes. With a glint in her eyes, and her bottom lip between her teeth, she spread her legs for him.

“You little minx,” he says and positions his face between her legs. As soon as y/n felt Harry’s lips on hers, her fingers immediately wrapped around his hair. His tongue licked and sucked each of her lips until it found its way to her clit. Her back lifted from the mattress as his tongue swirled around the sensitive nub causing her to get wet. His tongue swirled down to her wet entrance, licking up her delicious arousal. Her reaction towards his movements always made Harry hard. It also boosted his ego a bit, in a good way. It excited him to know that y/n was his and no one else’s. Harry worshipped her like no other. To him, she deserved the world. She deserved all the pleasure that he could give to her. He loved her unconditionally.

Her small moans were becoming more frequent the only noise that was audible, besides his tongue on her. Her hips started moving against his tongue, causing him to stop his own movements and let her ride his face. He held his head still, his tongue still twirling around her clit as her hips moved. “Fuck,” she moaned her eyes closed as she felt his tongue against her. Her hands reached to her breasts and started playing with her nipples. The sight caused Harry to let out a growl, holding her hips still and devouring her wet pussy until she came all over his tongue. Her small whimpers became louder moans as he flicked his tongue on her clit. Her body becoming hot and her legs shaking as her orgasm approached. With each second that passed her legs closed around his head, suffocating him. With this in mind, she started parting her legs apart, but Harry stopped her, grabbing her thighs and closing them around his head. His movements became faster and soon y/n began to fall apart. Her body shook from pure ecstasy her fingers wrapped around Harry’s hair and pulling it with pleasure. Her moans became louder as she rode her high. Harry’s grip on her thighs loosened and he finished licking her up with a pop. His lips covered in her wetness; a bit swollen from devouring her. “So delicious", he says, wiping the corners of his mouth with a smirk.

He kissed up her torso until reaching her breasts, her nipples hard from the ecstasy. Without giving it a second thought he swirled his tongue on her left nipple and sucked on it, a sigh escaping her lips. He repeated the same movements to her right and, once again, finishing with a pop. “Come here,” y/n moaned out, reaching for Harry’s face, and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Their tongues swirling around each other in an intimate dance. “I love you so much,” Harry says against her lips. “And I love you,” she says. Kissing each other passionately, they let their emotions run freely.

Without wasting any time, Harry positions himself at her entrance but before he could do anything, y/n stops him. “Let me ride you,” she says pulling his body onto the mattress and straddling his waist. ‘I like the sound of that,” he chuckles placing his hands on her waist. She places a longing kiss on his lips, reaching down with one hand between her to position his dick at her entrance. In one swift movement she sinks into him, both gasping at the familiar warm feeling. “Fuck you feel so good,” Harry whispers against her lips. With his words, y/n places her hands on Harry’s pecks and starts moving. With each thrust, she feels the delicious stretch.

With each sink she felt him deeper and deeper, hitting that familiar spot that made her cum every time. She found a steady rhythm their breathing becoming heavier the faster their movements became. Their bodies became hot and damp, their passion for each other taking a toll. “H, I’m gonna cum,” y/n whines. Harry was too, and without saying a word, he pulls y/ n by her arms so that they are chest to chest. His hands reach down to grab both of her ass cheeks for leverage and began pounding into her. Her moans became uncontrollably louder, moaning into the crook of Harry’s neck.

Harry knew his girl came when her body tensed in his hold and relaxed soon after. “Cum in me Harry,” she moans kissing all over his neck as he thrusted in her. Her warm walls clenched around his cock milking everything he had to offer. With a few more thrusts, he stilled inside her, dropping his seed where it belonged. His moans were muffled as he kissed her, their sweaty foreheads pressed against each other. Breaking the kiss, y/n giggled breathlessly. “What an amazing way to start our morning", she says, Harry chuckled. “I agree, now let's continue this in the shower, what do you say?” he suggests. “After you,” she giggles as Harry gets up and carries her into the shower to continue their sinful acts.

[0oolookitsme]

Exhibition Times

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife + tuition teacher!Y/n

Word Count- 1.4k

Warnings- None! Some slight angst, a very pinch of it!

A/N- Hope you enjoy reading <3

The water ran into the sink, almost more than halfway to filling it up as the dishes slowly got submerged.

A book was placed on the window sill in a standing position. Y/n read from it out loud while brushing her hands through her daughter's curly hair, wishing for it to dry down as fast as it can but that wasn't to say she wasn't enjoying listening to the small puffs of breath her little baby took and the giggles or squeaks she let out every once in a while when Y/n got too good with her storytelling.

"Pooh pulled his hand back out and cheered in amazement" Y/n read, slowly creeping one of her hands out of the girl's hair and reaching for the small ceramic pot in the center of the very table she had been supporting her bottom on.

Still weaving her fingers through her locks, she continued. "His hand was dripping with thick, golden, and oh-so-sweet Honey!" She squeaked, raising her finger dripping with honey in front of the greedy girl's face.

Opal clapped her hands messily while squealing, bouncing on her bum as Y/n let her lick the honey off her finger. "Do you like it?" She asked her, washing her fingertip under the tap water and chuckling when the girl could only confirm by squeaking and nodding.

Y/n dried her hands using the kitchen towel hanging from the handle of the old microwave. Shutting off the tap, she wrapped her arms around the girl's small chubby body. "Let's get you dressed and your hair done, yeah?" She suggested, taking her to the bedroom she and Harry shared; and for now, Opal as well.

Going straight for the bathroom, she made sounds that'd sound creepy to Opal but quickly turned on the lights before she could start wailing.

To say y/n was grateful to Opal for not being fussy today would be an understatement.

Harry had been working on a painting, or should she say many paintings, considering his exhibition was creeping closer and closer and he was a little behind on his schedule. He would come to bed after Y/n was asleep and be out of it before she would wake up- somedays she suspected that he didn't even come to bed.

All he asked for was silence. So they had decided to send Opal to Anne's, let him get in his element, and then bring her back after a few days.

And, she had come back just yesterday. Anne dropped her off as Harry was being too stubborn about getting his work done while he still got the inspo. Y/n worried he wasn't getting enough rest to be energized enough- that he was stretching himself out to his slump or burnout.

She even tried to get him to spend a few hours out of his studio, if not the whole day and that was when Opal came into the play.

Opal was a daddy's girl through and through, and somewhere she had inherited his stubbornness as well. So it wasn't hard for her to convince Harry to take her out to the park or travel with her in the metro for a couple of stations, and come back and let her have a cup ice cream.

It was a much-needed break for y/n, even if it lasted only a couple of hours. Having to handle a growing child alone because your husband needed to isolate a little in order to do his job and bring home money was hard. Especially when the child wouldn't even take a breath without her daddy around. It was like constantly working, she loves her daughter, of course, but there's a reason it takes two people to handle a child.

And on top of that, not being able to spend any time with your husband because he's sure you'd understand was just excruciating.

So, Y/n didn't do anything while the only two loves of her life went outside. She asked Harry to bring home some takeout for dinner and lied down in silence before taking a warm bath. Once dressed, she had her tea in the kitchen while watching nature outside through her window and solving a rubik's cube.

Today she felt perked up- at least not exhausted. Harry too seemed a little relaxed today. He woke up with her, made some tea for both of them before doing his usual routine, and then went back into his studio after pressing a small peck on her lips.

"I love you. And, thank you," he had said, kissing her forehead.

Once she was done finishing Opal's hair, she bounced her pigtails once, telling her how cute she looked. She couldn't help but think about Harry when she had tied his hair in pigtails back when he had grown it out a little in college.

Smiling, she let the girl down and let her walk outside. "Freeze!" She called from behind, laughing when she actually did.

Catching up with her, Y/n quickly picked up the girl, pecking her cheek and placing her on her hip while searching for her clothes with the other hand. "What about this orange one? Looks good?" She asked and pulled it out without ruining the pile, the experience has started showing off lately.

Pulling the green patterned shorts up her legs, Y/n plopped the girl down in her playing space, a carton full of her toys placed in the corner which would surely be empty by the time Y/n'd come back to take the girl for her lunch.

Taking a fist full of almonds out of the water, she made her way to Harry's studio. It was just a small room, but he liked to call it his studio. It was filled with all of his art supplies, journals, a very old sofa, and a stool before a canvas stand.

It was y/n who had put some plants in there, and an earthen pot filled with water to remind him of hydration. "Hi," she greeted softly, happy to see that the windows were open to let in the fresh air.

He smiled back sweetly, perking up his lips for a kiss. His arms remained folded in front of his chest but opened up as soon as she pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, inviting her to sit with him for a little.

"How's it going?" she asked, sitting on his lap, facing him but he rotated on his stool so that he was facing away from the canvas and instead, she was facing it.

She gasped in amazement, but Harry only closed his eyes, placing his head in the crook of her neck and pressing a chaste kiss where he could trace a vein.

It wasn't anywhere near complete, but the part that he seemed to be on right now was enchanting already- a threatening night sky. It was covered in black clouds, creating a tense atmosphere. He had painted a full moon in the middle though- the melancholy moonlight spread out more and more as it went lower. Below it everything was black, he hadn't started with that part yet.

"This is ...mesmerizing, H... Dear god, it deserves to end up in the NYC Gallery." She pulled back to look him in the eyes, cupping his warm face. "I'm serious! What if this one becomes your outbreak!?" She exclaimed, not feeling any doubt because she could see he had the same hope in his eyes.

They both knew this one was something entirely different he had ever painted. It was tense, but he has drawn tense before. It was dangerous, threatening almost.

"Where do you plan to go from here on?"

He turned back to face the painting and she got up, sitting on his thigh when he urged her. "I'll paint the perilous rocks known as the Needles of the Isle of Wight, here," he traced the farther part of the canvas, away from the center and front. "Then, a group of fishermen in small boats are in danger at sea- the waves would be crazy," he narrated with suspense while pointing at two spots, both on each side of the center and a little apart from each other. "The warm light of their lamp would be puny against the vast darkness and the cold moonlight," he finished his narration, looking at her to see if she could interpret and picture much.

"Okay... sounds vicious. What do you want the painting to mean- to display?"

"Oh, I've thought about this many times. And, I think I'm pretty sure now," he told her. 'As a potent display of nature, the painting juxtaposes the vulnerability of humankind and the treacherous waves.'" He said, sounding proud and practiced.

"Ooh, sounds like you're telling this to an interviewer," she teased. "Harry Styles, the only 21 years old artist of the famous painting: Fishermen at Sea!" She announced loudly, dropping a few almonds from her fist.

Hii! Hope you liked this! Photo of the painting and the description creds to: website dailyartmagazine.com ! Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

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Here’s what I’ve got cooking at the moment. Requests are always open and encouraged! mwah 💋

- Youthpastor!Harry x Preachersdaughter!Reader

- Paypig!Harry x Switch!Reader

- Knight!Harry x Princess!Reader

Masterlist

[haileybeehappy]

Part two is written. Just needs to be edited

Krylon - A Harry Styles AU

Summary : Raised in a high society by a father who owns a large multi-billion dollar business that you are to take over one day. With responsibilities and duties already piling on, you have one last summer to really live. Something, or more so, somebody might get in the way of that. Along with uncovering some very dirty things about your fathers business.

Authors note : This is going to be a very very slow burn. So slow Harry isn't even introduced yet. So hang on and I hope y'all enjoy :)

Warnings : None

Word count : 2.2k

Your father was a businessman through and through. Growing up when you would come to him with a scraped knee or a broken doll, he wouldn’t give you a kiss on the forehead and tell you everything would be okay. He would give you a lecture about life and money and hardships. So, at twenty-one years old when he sat you down and told you that in nine years' time when you turned thirty you would be taking on a majority of the roles in his multi-billion dollar business you weren’t too surprised.

You were a little more surprised when he told you that you would be shipped off to school to finish your degrees at a prestigious private college overseas. This would be your last summer to live... you would be stuck in office meetings and business deals along side your father for the rest of your life after these next three months.

“It’s really not a big deal love,” your mom says as she brushes your hair. Your eyes watching her through the vanity mirror. “You’ve known this was going to happen your whole life. It’s all your father has ever talked about,” you nod as she begins to gather your hair and pull it up into a bun. “We love you so much and are so proud of you…” you begin to drown her out. You’ve heard the speech a million and one times. ‘You’re such a smart strong young woman and we just want the best for you’ blah blah blah. She continues on as you begin to daydream what else your life could have been like. What would it have been like growing up with a dog? Or siblings? Having family? Christmases with aunts and uncles and grandmas and grandpas. Not something you could ever have. Not in this family. Suddenly your mother scolding your name snaps you out of your trance.

“Are you even listening to me?” She sounds very offended.

“Sorry mother I didn’t sleep well last night,” you shrug. “What were you saying?”

“Your father is waiting for us at the table for breakfast. He needs to talk about your plans for the summer,” you refrain from rolling your eyes. She would then go into her lecture of 'how unlady like it is to roll your eyes.'

“We talked about this before I left school mother,” you stand up and run your hands over your dress. Straightening out your wrinkles and brushing off stray hairs. “The only way he is getting me to go to that school is if I get a summer, I understand that I have a duty to do and a life ahead of me but I deserve a little relaxation and life before I get sucked into it,” you try not to sound hostile but it always seems to seep through when talking to your parents about how much they control your life.

“I know darling, he just has a few meetings and things that you’ll need to attend this summer. Nothing major,” she seems like she’s holding something back. You eye her carefully as she leads you through the halls. As you round the corner you can hear you father speaking, his voice hushed and stern.

“I know! I will, I just need time, I’ll get it sorted out later. But for now just give him what he wants, and I’ll deal with it when I can,” you come into his view, and he quickly ends the phone call he was on and looks up to you.

“Good morning,” he speaks. Your name falling from his lips.

“Good morning father, mother said you had something you wanted to speak about?” You speak as you sit at your designated spot at the table. Jordan, one of the many ‘assistants’ as your mother calls them. Removed the large stainless steel lid from your plate and walks away. She refuses to call them butlers or maids, she says it’s degrading, but in reality, it's because maid and butler sound too 'old timey.'

“Yes dear,” he puts down the fork he has just picked up looks up to you. “I was going to but decided that this summer should stay as planned. You will have your fun, within reason,” he says pointedly. “I have hired you a body guard, Mr Horan!” He says loudly and very soon after a tall brunette man enters the dining room. “You won’t even know he’s there,” he smiles at you.

“A body guard?” Your family had always been wealthy but never had gone this far. Your fathers Wealth had never been to the point of a personal guard. Of course, you had security but never one person to protect you.

“I don’t want to worry you but I have recently come into some business with a…” his eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Company, that is,” he just can’t seem to get the words out.

“Erratic, thoughtless, dangerous,” your mother speaks coldly. Looking at your father with distaste.

“They have a different way of dealing with things,” he all but growls at your mother. “And just for your safety I would just rather be safe than sorry,” he nods. You nod. ‘Probably so you have someone to run your company,’ you think to yourself.

“Thank you father,” you smile.

“I need to protect all my accests,” is all he says before he digs into his breakfast. The rest of the meal is eaten in silence.

…

Sneaking out of the house was hard before, now with a security guard on your tail it’s even harder. You look like a classic cheesy movie robber. Black beanie, black hoodie, black leggings and your favorite pair of old tattered boots strapped tight to your feet. A large black heavy, very heavy, bag thrown over your shoulder. You slip the sliding door closed behind you, making sure the lock doesn’t latch and step out onto the balcony.

You drop the bag off the side and swing your legs over the railing. Your feet skillfully find the foot holds that your feet have carved into the brick over the years of you sneaking in and out of your room. As your feet thud on the ground you hear your door slide open. You quickly grab the bag and dart behind the decorative bushes. You hear your last spoken out by a voice you have never heard before.

“I know you’re out here,” you hold your breath and through the leaves see Mr. Horan standing at the edge of the balcony. “I would really prefer not to tell your father about this but if you insist on hiding in the shrubbery I have to,” your cheeks flare with embarrassment and you step out of the bush leaving your bag behind. You glare up at him.

“What does it matter to you?”

“It’s kind of my job,” he states. You shrug.

“I’m not going to do anything dangerous or bad,” you start to walk to the bush. “Just. Going out for a bit. You saw my parents and the way they treat me. I just need an escape occasionally,” you grab the bag and turn and he is there at the bottom of the wall. “Oh fuck!” You yell and swing the bag at him. He raises his elbow in defense, not that the bag was going very fast because of how heavy it was. “You fuckin scared me!” You gasp. Yanking the bag back over your shoulder. He smirks.

“I’m coming with you. If it’s nothing dangerous or bad,” his voice hints at him not believing you.

“No, this is my alone time. I just need to be by myself,” he shakes his head.

“I can’t let you go anywhere alone,” you roll your eyes.

“Fucking fine,”

“Such a foul mouth for such a high class girl,” you scoff and hike the bag across your body and move to climb back up the wall.

“You’re going back up there?” His voice laced with disappointment.

“Yeah, if I’m never going to be alone again might as well get what little privacy I have locked in my room,” you are about half way up the wall when he stops you. His hand comes to gently grasp your ankle.

“I won’t tell anyone anything. I’m here to protect you not get you in trouble. Not with your parents. Not with the public. Just to keep you safe,” you stay still for a moment. Contemplating what to do. “I promise,” his voice sounds almost pleading. You huff out a harsh breath and drop to the ground.

“You can’t breathe a word of it, to anyone, ever. Im serious,” you stand toe to toe with him. Eyes fixed on his blue ones.

“Not a word,” he runs his fingers alone his mouth as if he’s zipping his lips closed. You hold your hand up to him. Pinky out.

“Promise?” He hooks his pinky in yours and nods.

“If you break the promise I get to break your finger?” His eyes wided but he nodded again. “Good,” you pulled you hand from his and smiled. “Let’s go!” You threw the bag at him and it landed in his arms with a loud clank.

“Ouf,” he grunts. You then turn and begin to walk through the gardens. He follows you silently holding the duffle, your footsteps fasten and his follow pace. Through to the edges of the garden. Where there is a loose hedge that you can tuck behind barely squeezing your frame through the man behind you almost suffocates as he grates through behind you. “How did you find this place?” He whines as you continue through tight plant corridors and scratchy thorn bushes.

“When you’re as desperate as me to get out of that house you go far and wide to get away,” you say as you duck down under a bush and out into a wooded area. He lets out a big sigh as you find the clearing.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he groans and drops the bag. The metallic clang making you jump.

“Be careful,” you complain and pick it up yourself. He shoots you a glare and you smile. “What? The big scary man can’t carry a heavy bag for a few hundred feet?” He glares at you harder.

“Maybe if I wasn’t squeezing through bushes and plants yeah,” he straightens up and rips the bad from your shoulder. You laugh and continue through the trees.

“Mhmm,” you say and quickly make your way on the path you’ve gone down many times before. Almost so many there’s a trail on the ground ahead of you. After a long stretch of silence you finally speak.

“You’re pretty quiet,” is all you can think to say.

“My job is to protect. Not entertain,” he says sassily. You let out a scoff like laugh.

“Yeah but you could speak occasionally,”

“I’ve done plenty of speaking tonight, way more than I usually do,” you shrug.

“If we’re going to be spending who knows how long together we should get to know each other,” you look back to him. His eyes are constantly scanning the wooded area. Skipping from tree to tree looking for any threats.

“I know plenty about you,” your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Oh you do?” He just answers with a nod.

“You’re twenty one years old. You are going to school for business, mathematics, economics and a million other things,” you roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. “You are trained in ballet, classical dance, piano, and violin,” you nod along. “A pretty busy bee if I say so myself,” you let out a laugh.

“Not by choice,” you mumble.

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, continue telling me about myself,”

“You teach an art class at the children’s museum once a month, host a gala at your fathers mountain lodge at the end of every summer since you were seventeen,” before you can speak again you interrupt. Lowering your voice an octave and mockingly saying.

“Networking is the most important part of business,”

“Was that supposed to be your father?” He asks with a laugh. His voice encapsulates a smile.

“Of course, and you knew who I was so it worked,” he just chuckles.

“I guess it did,”

“Continue,” you say curtly.

“Umm, well I guessss,”

“Spit it out,”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend or serious relationship. Your best friend is named Masie and you’ve known her since you were a baby. At eighteen years old you started your own charity to fund underfunded schools with art, music and design programs. From the ages fifteen to twenty you went on mission trips to third world countries to help rebuild after hurricanes. Monsoons. Earthquakes and such,” you hold up your hand to stop him.

“Okay okay I get it,” you laugh. “You know almost everything about me,” he lets out an offended scoff.

“I know everything there is to know about you,” you shake your head.

“You know everything my parents know about me, and maybe Emily,” you say referencing your nanny.

“Well what do I not know about you?” You are following along a creek bed when you finally arrive at your destination. A dilapidated bridge and a retaining wall.

“Drop the bag and I’ll show you,”

[thotsforvillainrights]

sorry if this is a weirdly specific request but could you write a scenario where Overhaul reacts to reader getting a drastic haircut? thank you <3

(It's specific but that's what makes it so fun to think about!)

~Kai's reaction to S/O's new cut~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

(May not apply to every reader but let's say you get a new haircut or even a wig or something, new dye job? Anything different from what you currently have for this one!)

"Sick of this...why is it always something new with the authorities around here?" He complains as he furiously taps his pen on his desk and reads over the paperwork again and again. Kurono sitting on the couch nearby is cleaning his guns when he lets out a short burst of air from his nose. "Well for starters, they got some new folks up there trying to make a name for themselves. Obviously they're not gonna have the same respect as the old ones had for our group." He replies and Chisaki rolls his eyes. "Respect huh? That's a funny way to refer to fear. Be that as it may, I don't have time to assert my place for these novices today. It's almost 3 and I have to go pick up Y/N. Take over for me." Hari nodded shortly as Kai stood up and grabbed his jacket on the way out. His mind seemed to find some peace the closer he got to the salon. It was your effect on him...his personal medicine for the worst or even most stressful of days. Seeing on look at your face would help calm any problems he-

What?

He squints and watches closely as you walk to the counter and begin paying. At least it looked a lot like you but your look was different. He was starting to convince himself maybe some sort of doppelganger until he got the notification on his phone that his credit card was swiped at the salon. You glanced over and noticed him parked just outside the window. It really cemented that this was you by the way you cheerfully waved at him with that goofy smile. He remained silent when you walked outside and got into the car. His expression didn't really help to reassure you about your new look and neither did his silence. As the time passed in the car ride home you were becoming more and more offended he didn't even bring it up. Meanwhile he was busy searching for the right words to say to you.

It's not that he didn't like it. It's just that he was having a time trying to suddenly adjust to the change. In his defense, he'd seen you the same way for the longest now. You were spontaneous about many things but this wasn't one of them (depending on reader of course). However, he knew he loved you. He also knew you were very attractive to him no matter what you did so he settled on letting you know how he felt when the two of you made it home and parked in the driveway. He might've been too late when he looked over at you and noticed your body language. You were distanced from him, leaning toward the car door and sulking as though the two of you had an argument. You were starting to regret experimenting when you felt a gentle gloved hand reach out and touch your knee. You looked over to him and listened as he began to finally speak. "My apologie angel, my mind has been occupied with work all day." He lied but you didn't have to know that. He was actually taking time to respond in his own way. "I find this new style of yours to be...interesting to say the least. Anyhow, it doesn't matter what me or anyone else thinks as long as you're happy. Personally you already know what I'd do to someone that made you feel insecure about anything, correct?" You flash a small sad smile and nod slowly.

"And...although I'm not sure how to put it, I know it makes you happy. If you're happy then there's no way I can't be. Besides, I admire the bravery it took for you to try something new. Perhaps I need to start doing so as well?" He smiled beneath the mask and you chuckled lightly. "Does this mean you'll grow your stubble out again?" You asked with hopeful eyes. He scoffed immediately.

"No way in Hell."

[lalinna]

Foundation Watchalong

S01E01 - The Emperor's Peace

Welcome to my Foundation watchalong. I plan to post every other day a list of my random thoughts during each episode. By the end of it, I'll give three random awards. Categories may (and will) vary.

⚠️ spoilers under the gif ⚠️

1 - The water planet is gorgeous. Imagine swimming under that sky!

2 - The classic sci-fi cover art style of the murals was a great touch.

3 - Lee Pace peacocking while he serves roasted peacock to his clones. That's it, I'm won, best show ever.

4 - What's with the parchment? WTF happened to humanity that at some point in the future it went back to writing studies in parchment? I think I need to read these novels.

5 - That said, this storyline is awfully close to a story I am currently writing and that annoys me deeply. I've been ripping off stuff I never read/watched? That's not fair!

6 - The little clone kid creeps me out.

7 - I can't say I feel too sorry for Gaal. Sure, Hari appears to be a manipulative **** and to be using her with zero regards to her well-being, but what was the alternative? Seems to me like she didn't fit her home planet anyway. Plus, Raych is hot.

8 - Can we take a minute to appreciate the sheer awesomeness of Jared Harris? He's perfect in the role. I like how his Hari can be arrogant, irritating, charming and the most lucid person onscreen while he moves along with what seems to be a crazy hypercomplex plan.

9 - Oh, I like Gaal and her understated positive energy. Yeah, girl! Go build things.

And now...

🏆 The Linna S01E01 Awards 🏆

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2024年9月19日

【新入荷・新本】

Magazine Magazine N. 41 Spring Summer 24, 2024

210 pages. 29 × 22 cm. Softcover.

価格：3,520円（税込）

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スタイリストのHelena Tejedorをゲストファッションディレクターに迎えた「Magazine Magazine」41号。表紙カバーはHari NefとMica Argañarazの2種類があります。

Style, media and creative industry is our baseline. Each issue is an opportunity to invite a fashion director to imagine the fashion section by composing her creative family: photographers, stylists, models… We conduct interviews with insiders from the luxury world, sometimes off the record, to better deconstruct the mechanisms of this industry. Our writers question the changes in creation, behavior and media, digital and print. We review magazines that renew artistic direction, styling and photography. We love our English friends – and all those who speak their language - so in each issue we translate a selection of texts.

[harrysmimi]

Little Miss Cry

Synopsis: One where Harry is graduating before YN and she finds life harder to navigate through college already (requested)

Ps. Please read New Student and My Favourite Cry Baby for context.

More of my work

YN was very grateful she met Harry at the beginning of her college course.

Though he initiated the friendship, he asked her out on a coffee date but she rejected him in the most adorable way - that's what he says at least -, she had grown to be way too close to him. Of course he is her boyfriend now.

The thought him graduating before her and spending two more years getting the degree gives her a weird ick. He can't walk to and from college with her everyday, he will be busy handling his dad's business, he will make new friends at work. This all unlocked new fear for her that he's going to forget her.

Her dad did that to her, when he left her at her Grandma's he'd just started his own business.

Plus having to socialise with new people made her feel sick. Harry hung out with her, he sometimes took her with him to see his friends though she always felt left out and most of them were older than her and she doesn't know how to start conversations, just being by his side is more entertaining to her.

Don't get it wrong, she is so happy and proud of Harry that he's graduating. His hard work was paying off. But she's also going to miss him, especially when he's going to move to a different place now and she can't just walk a few steps to go over to his whenever she pleases or wants. Does that make her a bad person?

"Hey, sweetheart!" Harry greeted her this morning with a kiss on her forehead and a hug, like everyday.

"Hey," she cooed hugging him back. She buried her face in his neck taking in the smell of his usual cologne.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Mhmm." YN nodded, realising that she was holding onto him for a little too long.

"Let's go then, yeah?" He suggested holding onto her hand as they walked to the lift. She stood in front of him pouting asking for a little smooch. He just chuckled leaning down he placed a kiss on her puckered lips. "You look so, so pretty today, did you curl your hair?" He noticed new waves in her hair.

"You noticed!" She was surprised, they both stepped into the lift, "and yes, Isabelle ordered this heatless curling thing online I tried last night. It actually worked."

"Of course, I notice everything about my baby!" He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her closer to him. She smiled sheepishly looking down, he grabbed her tote bag from her as they walked to their college getting little drinks on their way. "There is a party tonight, do you wanna go with me?" He asked waiting for her to get her books from her locker.

"I, uh, I don't know." She stuttered remember the first and last time she went to a party, "I don't feel like going to parties, you know especially since last time. You, you were there. Sorry."

"Yeah, I won't force you. It's Okay, we can stay in and watch a movie or something or go on a little date, what do you say?" He suggested.

"No, you don't have to stay with me it's okay." She looked at him as she stopped arranging books in her locker, "I don't want you to miss out on stuff just because I don't like to go to parties and stuff."

"It's not that," he sighed watching her resume her arranging. He also noticed his previous years notes he gave her to study from, "I have grown out of parties already, I'd rather stay at home or be with you than watch people throwing themselves at me or my friends and get shit faced."

"You're graduating Harry, it's not fun. Isn't it like mandatory you celebrate graduation like that?" She asked, now finally done with her thing as she shut her locker closed.

"I can celebrate in much more fun way with you," he smirked, "we can go to the New York City for the weekend and go see the tourist attractions. You haven't been to any, right?"

"Harry, I'd feel too guilty!"

"Don't, I want to be with my girl." He assured her. "We'll talk more about it in break, yeah? Now let's go to our classes."

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Harry and YN were sat at their usual place in the college cafeteria eating the lunch he made today. She ranted about how she curled her hair and which products she borrowed from Isabelle and how they work on his request, he loves to hear her talk okay!

That's the only way he can get her to talk, even though he would shamelessly admit he loves her little kitten stare at him, all doe eyed as he talks about his own thing. Or even when they're cuddled up on the sofa or bed watching something. He just how quietly affectionate she is. The way she'd just do the things he forgets to, like pack a lunch, get him a water bottle, cook meals for both of them (she especially loves to bake little treats often), or if she's hanging out at his and see his laundry everywhere she's just toss it in the basket for him or help him tidy up. Just these tiny little things she observes make him fall more for her.

"Harry!"

YN was interrupted by Niall approaching their table there with few of his friends. That made YN upset because they're not going to leave Harry alone for the rest of the break, she just wants him all to herself, is it too much to ask for?

Even at home he's constantly interrupted by either Mitch now that he's got less work and more time at home or it is Ethan, Harry's other roommate constantly shit talking about his job.

YN just sat there with her shoulders slumped in the corner, but Harry slipped his hand in hers under the table seeing her all anxious. He notices her becoming more quiet around his friends.

"YN what are your plans for summer?" Sarah asked.

(Not Mitch's Sarah.)

"Oh, I don't have any plans yet. But I'm planning to look for a intership for my next term project." YN shared, happy that at least someone acknowledges her.

"You're so boring," Beatrice rolled her eyes, "always studying."

"Isn't that why you're here for, Beatrice?" Harry deadpanned. "At least she's not wasting her time."

"Are you two like together or what? You're always speaking for her." Lexi giggled.

YN didn't like Lexi. She is in Harry's class always tries to hit on him though she had only seen him not pay a mind to her. She had started to come around since the start of this semester as she's got same class at Niall and Harry.

"You don't know? Of course they're together." Sarah snapped.

YN felt so bad in the moment. "I can speak for myself." She started, "and yes Harry and I are together."

Everyone looked at her in surprise, a quiet one speaking up for themself is quite unusual. Especially for YN there. Just before anyone could comment anything on it the period bell went off.

"I have a lecture." She said to Harry before leaving the place. God she's never going to hang out with his friends. Apart from Sarah. She's very sweet and humble.

"Wait for me, lovie." Harry followed after her, "I'm sorry about that baby."

"No, it wasn't your fault." She shrugged, her voice was watery enough for Harry catch on.

"It's okay, we won't see them ever again. Just a couple of months, yeah?" He assured her, enough to make her cry. "No, no, no, don't cry." She hugged him. "Let's go sit on the grass bit for a little, yeah?"

"I, I have revision." She mumbled inbetween her cried.

"Will help you myself, baby, come with me." He wiped her tears off her face with cuffs of his hoodie. He took her bag from her as they walked to the grass groud. "You know want to study here?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Okay." He took his own laptop out to actually sit there and study with her.

She weirdly inspires him to study now actually and his academic success have grown a tad bit more with the efforts he has been putting in. He does have to stop and help her out sometimes as she studying same topics as he did during the two years of college.

By the end of the day YN had convinced Harry to really go to the party with his friends. He needs his own alone time apart from her, she said though he would rather be with her than his drunk friends really. But he said he'd go for an hour or so after her insisting.

YN went back home and got her other assignments done after work. She was all alone at home as Isabelle and Beatrice had gone to the same party themselves. She did her nightly routine and got all cosy in her bed, with her laptop to watch something new other than The Office. She had recently grown to love rom-coms, she'd watch the random one which popped on her recommendations. It was The Kissing Booth which popped up on her screen. Despite reading mixed reviews about it she still decided to watch it. Her bedding was extra comfortable today, her cuddle bear, Bibbles.

Before getting too comfortable, she noticed her water bottle was empty on her nightstand so she walked to the kitchen to fill it up and grabbed a bag of her favourite potato crisps. She heard her phone ding buried somewhere in her fluffed up blanket. She managed to fish it out and saw the text from Harry asking her to open the door for him, telling that he'd already asked Isabelle and Beatrice if he could stay over tonight and both of them said it was fine with them.

As far as YN remembered he left just about an hour and half ago, but she still went to get the door him. "Harry, you there?" She asked waiting for a response so she can actually proceed to open the door.

"I'm here, baby. Can you please-" he was interrupted when she opened the door, "Hello, my love!" She quickly stepped aside making him a way to get in, so he did and took off his outdoor shoes by the door.

"You didn't go to the party?" She asked.

"I did," he shared, "got bored and tired so thought to join you, do you mind if I?"

Harry did looked tired. He was working as well as studying his ass off for the finals. He had dark circles under his eyes by now, he was breaking out of stress, that's what he said to her.

"No, of course not."

"What were you upto, baby?" He asked, stuffing his socks back into his shoes noticed her staring at him.

"I was going to watch The Kissing Booth." She shared. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"We can cuddle and watch the movie." He suggested. Already making his way to her kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

"Yes." YN smiled shyly. She really liked how he had grown comfortable enough at her place lately. Especially since Beatrice had got off his back but she still finds her way to bully YN. He was dressed a simple black tshirt and a pair of black sweats. He'd seem to changed into his PJs from his usual button down and skinny jeans.

"Oh you've got snacks already." He chirped as he walked both of them to her room.

YN froze for a beat seeing she had her teddy bear up. She found it embarrassing to tell anyone she still sleeps with a cuddle bear. She had also managed to hide it from Harry until now, whenever he was over to spend the night with her she'd tuck it away in her closet. Harry acted like her cuddle bear to fill up for Bibbles the bear. It was only toy her cousins spared her to.

But to her surprise Harry didn't seem to notice it, or he chose not to comment on it. He followed her in bed, tucking the bear under his arm like a pillow before he was pulling up the blanket on both of their thighs. She pulled up the movie she was going to watch again.

"He's cute." He finally spoke up, "when did you get it?"

YN looked up at him finally, seeing the way he was holding Bibbles. She's quite protective of the toy. Why wouldn't she? It was the only thing she had to play with and she cuddled it at night, especially after she'd be going back to sleep after having a horrendous nightmare. The stuffed bear held bery special place in her heart. It bothered her the way he held onto it, with it's arm folded on itself. It wasn't going to break, she knew that, but still she was trying her best not to yank it away from him not wanting him to find her weird, that she's so protective of a mere stuffed toy.

"No, it's, it's very old." She stuttered, petting the leg of the teddy bear.

"Never saw it before. Does he have a name?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, relieved as Harry placed the toy on his lap properly. "I had him since I was one year old. Named him Bibbles."

"That's adorable!" Harry giggled. "I never knew you had a cuddle bear."

"It's embarrassing." She pressed play on her laptop starting the movie but he quickly paused it.

"It's not!" He exclaimed, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby." He pressed a kiss on her head. "Here you have him." He carefully placed the bear in her lap. Well, least to say she felt that much less embarrassed about it now, she sat there cuddled and bundled up next to him.

The very next morning when she woke up as if on autopilot, she found herself caged and tucked under her fluffy blanket warmly. Bibbles the bear tucked close to her chest. Familiar smell of her boyfriend spooning her became more prominent to her as she started to wake up from her sleep. She had grown to love this feeling!

YN could only hope she could still get to wake up next to him. He'd told her a couple months ago he was moving to a different place. Five blocks away where they live now. He was going to be living alone there, he'd also taken her to visit the flat (or apartment as the Americans call it) as there was some renovations going on.

She knew he's going to be the next CEO to one of his dad's company but, she still couldn't fathom how he could afford a literal penthouse getting straight out of college.

Harry was nice enough to ask her to move in with him. Well, she wouldn't mind but she wants to live on her own, at least until she graduates and look after herself. It's always been her vision growing up. She had to politely decline his offer. And they have been dating for just about a year now, it was too early for her.

But it all sunk in on her out of nowhere, the fact that he won't be just a door away from her. Though that really made her realise she had to learn to take care of her problems on her, that she can't go on crying to him almost everytime. He's a human too, he needs his own personal space. He's got his own set of problems than hearing her cry over every little inconvenience life has to offer. That's one of the many reasons she wanted to live on her own.

He just won't be on campus with her, he won't be able to walk with her to and forth from campus to home now. He's got a more demanding job now.

It gave more anxiety to her than it should to him about starting up a new job.

YN didn't realise she was crying until she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm. "Hey baby, what's wrong?" He rasped, "did you had a nightmare or something?"

"No, it's nothing." She sniffled and wiped off her face with her sweater paw.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

She felt a kiss being placed on the back of her head making a shiver run down her spine. She doubts she'd ever get used to his kisses and not have shiver running down her spine or have goosebumps make her skin itch. She's literally cuddled up next to him on her double twin bed. So, she placed her stuffed bear on the floor next to her bed and turned around carefully, not to push him or herself off the bed on accident.

"Hi gorgeous, good morning." He beamed, petting her hair and instantly embracing her in a bear morning hug. Her face found a home against his neck. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning. I did sleep well." She mumbled, "did you?"

"The best sleep I've had in longest!"

"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" She suggested.

"How about I take you out?" He counter suggested, "on a little date, how do you like the sound of that? Wanted to take you out last but you forced me to go this party!"

"Yes, I want to go." She agreed. Of course she did! They haven't been out on their little dates in a while.

"Get ready whilst I go get ready as well, yeah?"

"I want to cuddle for a bit." She held onto him tightly.

"You sure you alright, baby?" He enquired again and earned just a humm from her. "Don't go back to sleep."

"I'm not." She whined.

"You know how much I love you?" He whispered, pressing soft little kisses on her head.

"Mhmm."

He gasped, "your answer should have been no. But I'm gonna tell you any way. I love you so much, can't even comprehend!"

"I love you so much too!" She mumbled against his chest.

"Yeah? You do?" He teased her, "are you going to let me look and kiss your pretty face then?"

YN shifted her head to look at him so he can kiss her and he did. His lips smeared over hers in a delicate good morning kiss, before he pulled apart enough to pepper the rest of her face with tiny sloppy pecks. Her fist tightened when she felt his hand creep down to the rest on her bum, finger tips digging gently in the full of the flesh as he buttoned his mouth back on hers. Much more needy, it felt like to like.

It had her heart racing even though it wasn't the first time, but the last time was interrupted by his other roommate knocking on his door looking for waffle maker. They don't have anyone at her's now to interrupt them. Feeling his hard on pressing into the soft of her thigh through the layers of both their sweats had her pulling away trying to catch on her breath. She was taken back by surprise with his forwardness this morning. He haven't touched her like that intentionally this way before, though she didn't mind in the moment she doesn't want to lead him onto something which she really doesn't feel comfortable with.

"Ha-harry?" She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I, I think I, I don't like this... Please!" She requested which had him immediately pulling away and retreat his hands away from her watching her sit up on the mattress.

"I'm, I'm really sorry baby." He cooed, blood draining from his face immediately as he looked ather with concern, following her to sit up straight. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, just got carried away, I'm so, so, so so sorry!"

"No, no you didn't, you didn't know." She stuttered, "we just haven't- I, I mean you never touched me there so it was something new. I was just surprised not uncomfortable, I promise. I don't want, to you know... go any further. I don't know if that's something I want just yet."

"We, we're not." He assured her, "oh my- baby I am really sorry!"

"It's okay." She rested her hand on the back of his own on the mattress. "Hug?"

"You sure?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded jerkingly. "You told me to ask you stop if I wasn't comfortable with anything, didn't you? So I did. Not that I'm uncomfortable with you, I feel more free around than anyone else. I just don't want to want to you know..." She shrugged punctuating her confess with a sheepish look on her face. That had him sighing in relief. His heart was thumping in his ears as he tried hard not to breakdown. His vision clouded with tears pooling up in his eyes.

"C'mere!" He offered her a hug which she gladly accepted. "Thank you so much for telling me, baby, you know I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, right? I really didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't." Her hand rubbed strokes up and down his back. "Harry, are you crying? It's okay. I know you didn't mean it."

"I know, I know." He assured her, breaking the hug as he sniffled.

"It's alright. I love you." She leaned forward to place a sweet ticklish kiss on his cheek, it had him breathing out a giggle.

"I love you."

"Can I, can I tell you something?" She suggested.

"Anything." He pulled the blanket upto his thighs, he wasn't hard anymore with intense feeling of guilt clouding his brain.

"I don't want to have sex until I'm married, I know we never talked about it and it might sound old fashioned but I think that's what I want." She shared, "just want you to know so I'm not leading you on with anything unintentionally. I don't mind kissing and cuddling and stuff."

"If that's what you want then who am I judge, hmm?" He felt less guilty there, at he knew where to draw the line with her, and respect her boundaries. And the fact that she rarely opens about herself and he has to guess almost everything that she's actually sharing something with him, which warmed his hear. "Thank you for telling me."

"Your welcome." She smiled shyly.

"What got you all shy?" He chuckled, "it's okay you can talk about it if you want."

"No, it's nothing." She shook her head, "I grew up you know in environment where this is a taboo subject to talk about. And girls and even boys are told about it very little just a day or two before they're getting married. They don't even teach girl about good and bad touch, I mean my cousins were not but I was when I went to school in London. They taught us about what is that. So I just got ehmmm, a but flustered to tell you about it."

"First off, that's very fucked up." He started, "and second of all it's very fucked up. I'm glad you told me about it."

Well, that was good way to start the morning. Or was it? YN didn't know how to feel about that in that moment.

But as the day went on she really made peace with it. They had their take out brunch at a park near by Harry's new place and later went on to check on the little renovation going there. It was his mum's pent house she just gave it to him because she never uses it.

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As the Autumn started new academic year for YN started well.

Harry graduated. He had a blast. He was also nice enough to include her in his fun, dragged her along to the parties where she could go as she was under aged to drink in America (but apparently old enough to take out a huge loan). Well, why wouldn't he? She's his girlfriend afterall!

It was also nearing to their one year anniversary in December. He had already been bugging her to tell him what she wanted to do already. Though she didn't want him to spend anything or do anything for her other than bake a few cookies or a cake and cuddle whilst drinking hot chocolate and just listen to him talk. In her heart she wanted to go back and relive their first date, go to the Time Square and share a kiss like they did.

But it's still a about four months away, she's got plenty of time to make up her mind. She was just happy seeing her boyfriend happy that he finally graduated.

Oh she totally gets him!

She's already dreading to go to classes or maybe it was her seasonal dipression kicking it.

She didn't know what was kicking in but college was already kicking her bum.

Just a couple of weeks in and she already has at least three breakdowns everyday. All she wants to do is now drop out and start her own bakery, well, Isabelle suggests that they both should go be strippers but she'll pass on it. Mainly because she's not that comfortable in her body yet. Atleast Harry would support the idea as he giggled and showed his support through the phone call they managed to squeeze in between in his hectic schedule.

But that's all she got. It was nearing the three week mark since last seeing him in person or kissing him or hugging. She was missing.

YN had a really bad start of her new academic year so far, she dreaded to do her assignments and was struggling to find intership for her project study. Every where she went to interview said they weren't hiring interns in the field she was majoring in. Well, she could wait until it's closer to turning in the project but jt would be too late as all the students would cram in to get that intership. She just needed a certificate of a completed intership that's all. And she made another huge error in her class presentation.

She knew she hated public speaking!

Her work life was a total disaster. Her shifts were odd all of a sudden. And maybe it was her bad luck following her to work that she had deal with rude customers.

YN was so grateful he invited her over for the weekend to his new place now that he had moved in and settled down. On her way from college she made sure to pick up a cute and small bouquet of flowers and chocolates. Well, chocolates were for her but she was willing to share.

She's just started her period okay!

She had a bad month so far. She's just excited to see her boyfriend over the weekend there. The walk was killing her but she made a stop by hers to get a change of clothes like he asked her to and her toiletries of course before making another walk the same distance from college to home to his mew place. On her way she picked up a small bouquet of red and white roses for her boyfriend. He was home when she texted him that she's down his building and just getting in the lift.

Just for YN surprise after Harry left her on read he was stood by his front door, already reaching for her duffle bag weighing it, to guess if she packed enough for the weekend or not. He seemed pretty pleased with it. He pulled in and shut the door behind him.

"Hi baby!" He sighed gathering her in a long craved hug from his lover being mindful of the roses she hugged near her chest. "I missed you!"

"Hi, I missed you so much!" Her came out muffled against his chest and felt him relax in instant as she rubbed her hand on his back, up and down his spine.

"Yeah? You did, huh!" He teased, giving her a light squeeze.

"Mhmm so much!" She lifted her head up to look at him witha subtle pout on her lips which he caught onto. He dipped his head down, just centimetre away from her mouth.

"Can I get a kiss?" He mumbled.

Least to say, butterflies in her tummy were going to have a field day today!

YN decided to give in first by initiating the kiss by smearing her lips onto his in a peck as delicate as Harry saw her to be. If he wasn't holding onto her, she would have been a puddle on the marble tile of his new home. A quick little kiss was placed on his dimpled cheek before she hugged him again, this time clinging onto him by his neck. He heard a few sniffles from her.

"You alright, my love?" He asked, concern weighed his voice down. "You crying?" He reluctantly pulled away enough to look at her, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I don't know why I'm crying." She giggled but she was crying. It was confusing.

"Awh!" Harry cooed as he gathered her in a hug. "Come on, I'll show you our bedroom. It's all done now. I guess at least, unless you want ." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand, laced his fingers through hers as he grabbed her duffle bag for her.

Well, she caught onto his word of choice to describe what's probably the master bedroom of his new home. It wasn't a big deal when she found herself saying the same thing, but when he said that it made her heart flutter a little.

Last time she was there he was sleeping on an air mattress on the floor for the time being in the living as he was getting his (both their) bedroom repainted and redecorated. He was taking full advantage of his father funding it, he said.

"You got the vase!" She exclaimed, excited about the vase she found online which she thought would look amazing in his house. It was fairly expensive so she didn't thought he would be getting it, but he got it! "And I got you flowers!"

"Thank you baby," he cooed taking the flowers she handed him.

"It's really good quality too, isn't it?" She inspected the new vase.

"Mhmm." He agreed as he plopped down on bed in front of her, "my girlfriend picked that up for me."

YN blushed and rolled her eyes as she placed the glass display back to where it was, on the little coffee table beside his bed by the floor to ceiling window. "You can place these in the vase now."

"Right!" He plopped the arrangement of flowers in the vase for the time being. "Also got a bed finally. My back was fucking killing me on the air mattress."

"Is it fine now?" She enquired.

"The pain it a little better yeah, just that I haven't slept on the floor since I moved out." He giggled sheepishly.

Harry moved out when he got into college. The cheapest dorm he got did not come with a single piece of furniture, not even an air mattress. So he slept on the floor with a blanket for a week before he got the time to actually upgrade to an air mattress.

He continued to show her some more new things he got for a little bit, before he got her to unpack despite her saying there is no need to as she's only over for the weekend. But he still cleared out a small section for her in his walk-in closet there and helped her unpack, by placing her makeup and stuff she brought along in the bathroom.

He knows it's just the beginning, they've been dating for barely half a year but he still wishes to share half of everything he has with her. Maybe someday he'll get to do that too.

"There are some sanitary pads and everything to hopefully help you, decided to stock up just in case." He informed YN as she watched him make a whole new corner for her little travel sized skin care stuff, replicating his own.

"How did you know I got my period?" She was surprised.

"I didn't." He admitted, "always keep this stuff. My sister adviced me actually. Have got many friends who get their period and it's nice to have stuff for everyone in case they decided to crash in. And especially since I've got myself a girlfriend."

It was bare minimum, he would say, but YN hasn't had anyone doing the bare minimum for her. Like ever. You see, it made her cry her.

No, it's just her hormones being all over the place!

"Thank you so much, Haz!"

"Don't cry!" He cooed. "This is just bare minimum I can do for you, baby." A soft laugh was what she heard before she felt a kiss on her forehead. "You alright now?"

"Yeah, it's my period I promise I don't cry this often anymore." She sniffled.

"That's okay!" He giggled, "do you want to go have lunch now? Then we can cuddle and watch Office or maybe take a nap, yeah?"

"Mhmm."

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YN and Harry ended up falling asleep after lunch. Both of them tired from long month and time away from one another.

His new bed was very comfy, YN figured that the moment she lied down and sleep was taking her in a bear hug. But that peaceful and much needed sleep of hers was disrupted rather quickly when her cramps woke her up. She barely managed to get out from under Harry's arm wrapped around her to make a run for the bathroom. But it was too late and it was a crime scene.

"Shit!" She mumbled to herself. Luckily her white tshirt was saved all throughout her cleaning herself up, despite cramps killing her she somehow managed to wash up her bloody pants and knickers and clean up after herself, halfway though, it was still going to be a struggle to get rid of the stains.

"YN? You alright?" There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"No!" She rushed, "I'm fine. I'm fine. Can, can you please get me a change of clothes clothes, I, I need to change, please?"

"Sure."

She could hear his footsteps pad towards the closet where she left her bag, it took him barely thirty seconds to get back to her which made her sure he made a mess of her perfectly organised duffle bag.

Harry knocked on the door again. He held back his giggles watching her just stick out her hand creaking the door open and shut it closed.

Harry saw a little spot on the bedsheet, so he got to change those. He was done changing up the sheets in barely five minutes as he hadn't got that many pillows on his bed yet. He was just about to load the sheet into washer but heard her gasp on the other side of the door to the bathroom.

"You alright, baby?" He asked.

"Yeah!" She sounded, "five minutes."

Oh boy, it's going to take her a long time. It's usual for herself to bleed so much on either the first or second day but she made a mess of his toilet. Plus she's got bloody panties to try and get rid of the stains so Harry doesn't see those. She's going to ruin his washer, it was a new one she reckoned. But she got herself dressed decent first.

"Baby, you alright in there?" She heard Harry again, "what's taking so long? Talk to me."

"I'm fine Harry, don't worry." She called.

Oh he does need to worry, she was already feeling nauseous and dizzy.

"No you're still worrying me baby, I know you've passed out on me one time while you were on your period." He reminded, "can I come in? I promise it's fine."

"No, it's-" she hissed feeling like her insides are being ripped out, "- it's okay. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Are you really sure?" He asked again as he could really hear her sobbing. "YN, I'm coming in now." He did not give her much time to pull herself together as he walked in. "What's wrong baby?" He found her cleaning her pants and knickers which just got ruined, clearly she was in a lot of pain.

"Hey, look at me." He held onto her wrists, "you look like you're in so much pain baby, let's get you to bed yeah?"

"But I need to clean-"

"Don't worry about that." He assured her, "come with me. It's okay, I promise."

"Let, let me wash my hands first."

He waited for her to wash up her hands before he walked her out to his bed, he tucked her in carefully.

"I'm going to get you some painkiller and something to eat and drink, okay?" He shared, "gimme five minutes." Placing a soft kiss on her cheek he jogged down stairs and came back quicker than he told her. He held a bunch of her favourite junk food, a bottle of water and painkillers.

"Harry, I need to wash up my clothes first."

"Don't worry, we'll just throw those into washer- separately if you wish. Just rest for now okay?" He assured her, "eat up before you take the medication. I'll go put up the sheets and your clothes in the washer."

"Wait, did I ruin your bedsheets." She started crying again, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Baby, it's okay. You can't control this. You don't have to stress about this." He assured her. "It'll come off in the washer, if not we'll buy a new one."

"I promise I'll buy you new ones, just throw those away." She panicked.

"It's alright, we don't need to throw them away." He kept reassuring her.

"It is going to ruin your washing machine!"

"Baby, honey, love, it's alright." He held onto both her hands, "look at me please?" And she obliged, "it's not going to ruin our washer, it's just a drop of blood, angel. I promise."

"No, you don't know, it, it broke one back, back at grandma's." She was having a full blown meltdown and a panic as she coked in between her rambling, yet she looked like she had no energy to even keep her eyes open.

"I'm sorry baby, but I am sure it wasn't because of that." Harry tried to be as calm as possible even though it made him furious. "I want you to lay down, or maybe take a nap yeah? I'm gonna go make us something to eat then we'll cuddle all day on the sofa and watch The Office again. We can eat these snacks later. How does that sound?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, "good."

"Okay, I love you!" He placed a delicate kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I love you!" She squealed a little cry, as the corners of her mouth tugged down.

"No, no," he warned her softly, "take these meds now okay, I'll be up with breakfast in a few."

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They did just what he decided on. Watched yet another re-run of The Office. YN practically laying on top of Harry curled up in a ball, dozing in an out of sleep. TV running on a super low volume.

"Baby?" He called, running his hand up and down her back.

"Hmm?"

"I don't know how to approach this, but, who told you that your stained clothes would break the washer?" He was just so confused.

"I did broke one, my aunty told me the one that broke, that broke back at her's was my, my fault," she was still sleepy but up to talk, "as she caught me washing my clothes in it."

"Well, that's clear bullshit you know?" He sighed, "it won't break anything. It's just blood. Tiny bit of blood. It's okay."

"Okay." She nodded sniffling, "I'm sorry, I've been having a hard time."

"I know, baby!" He placed a kiss on her temple, "you you can talk to me right?"

"Hmm." She sounded, "it's been very difficult, since, since you moved. I got used to seeing you everyday even if it was for five minutes. I don't want to be dependent on anyone, it just happened. You, you always calm me down and encourage me. I find it hard that we can't even talk on the phone."

"What if I tell you, I find it difficult to navigate life now too?" He suggested, "I've gotten so used to you spoiling me, making all these healthy foods and forcing me to explain you certain topics on a weekend. Quite frankly, I miss that a lot baby. You sure you don't want to move in with me yet?"

"Mhmm." She nodded again.

"Then we'll figure something out, to at least talk on a phone everyday, if we can't see each other in person." He made a plan, "we can face time and have dinner or lunch together. Or you can come over to my office if possible. It's not going to be easy but we can make it through, yeah?"

"Yeah, I like that idea." She agreed, "why did I bad to get into college so late! You graduated so early!"

He chuckled, "you got in at the right time for yourself, love, and I got out on right time. It's okay. You know we can get through this. Just three more semesters and then you're done."

"Please don't remind me!" She started crying again.

"No, no, no I'm sorry!" He cooed, "do you want to take a nap now?"

"Yeah, I'm sleepy."

"Gimme a kiss and we can go back our bedroom, it's more comfy there." He announced and she did. Lifting her head up she gave him a soft peck on his mouth before he was walking both of them back to the bedroom.

He made sure there was everything for her, a bottle of water, some dark chocolate bars, a hot water bag to help with her cramps and himself to cuddle beside her.

She's a bit sensitive, Harry had figured that out a long time ago but he's grown to love her.

"I'm sorry, I'm being little miss cry all day. I can't help it." She looked at him with a sad puppy face. But the choice of her words made him laugh softly.

"Where did you hear that? Little miss cry?"

"Don't laugh." She scoffed, "Beatrice has been teasing me all day, because I cried after messing up my presentation!"

"It's okay to mess up, you learn from your mistakes." He assured her, "and don't listen to her, she just likes to be mean to everyone. I love you. So much!"

"I love you!"

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N O T E :

I almost had a little cuteness attack.

This was requested on Wattpad.

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The Interests of Helena

Silakan memilih SALAH SATU dari hobi Helena. Semua hobi memiliki nilai yang sama, yaitu 40💎.

1. Painting

“Helena's most preferred pastime is painting, which isn't particularly surprising for her, though somewhat unconventional considering most women prefer 'feminine' forms of art. Her painting style tends towards the emotional, employing a muted color palette. Cecilia—with zero taste of art—often critiques Helena, suggesting her paintings evoke the sorrow of a widow who has just lost her newlywed husband; a comment that once led to Helena slapping her in response.”

Misi bersifat sepenuhnya individu. (Cocok untuk yang lagi sibuk dan mau cepat selesai.)

Sebelum pandai melukis seperti saat ini, Helena saat kecil suka sekali mewarnai. Jadi, misi kalian adalah mewarnai salah satu gambar di bawah ini!

Beberapa hasil coloring terbaik menurut selera Helena dan Aldrich akan mendapatkan rewards sebanyak 5💎.

Link template, pilih salah satu saja: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16CXOO9Kh5P1nB0iJ29BIXldTcuwFeeuI (berikut guides supaya mewarnainya lebih mudah. Jangan lupa kasih namamu, ya!)

2. “Questionable” Music

“Mozart and Beethoven were unquestionably respected, Helena wouldn't dare to disagree. However, while those in upper society usually preferred classical music alone, Helena was drawn to a wider variety of melodies. She regularly frequented concerts in ess prestigious circles, where the music was deemed unconventional by more conservative standards. To attend these concerts, she often sneaked out, changing her appearance to avoid drawing attention.”

Misi bersifat individu namun butuh berinteraksi (Cocok untuk yang ingin mengerjakan sendiri tapi tetep ingin bonding dengan yang lain.)

Misi kalian adalah menanyakan lagu favorit sepanjang masa milik 10 Nobbies, lalu menyatukannya dalam bentuk thread. Boleh di timeline biasa, boleh juga di komunitas buat yang gak mau ngerusak upchar kalian.

Beberapa thread paling kreatif menurut Cecilia dan Dietrich akan mendapatkan rewards 5💎.

Silakan melakukan wawancara kecil-kecilan, baik melalui DM maupun mention.

3. Horse Racing

“Ah, horse riding is one thing, but horse racing, well... One can only imagine the absolute horror of his dear conservative father would experience upon hearing about such a scandalous pursuit. Thank goodness the poor chap's already six feet under.”

Misi bersifat kelompok berisi 4-5 orang. WARNING: Karena ini misi berkelompok, pastikan kamu bersedia aktif dan proaktif. Pasif berdiskusi meskipun telah mengerjakan bagiannya sendiri = kami anggap tidak mengerjakan misi.

Pada hari Sabtu hingga Minggu, kuda kalian akan dipertandingkan, dan kalian diperbolehkan mempromosikan kuda kesayangan kalian itu ke publik. Balap kuda kaya jaman STB dulu gitu deh. >.<

Misinya adalah timmu mengadopsi satu kuda pacuan baru (harus stallions atay geldings). Setelah itu, buatlah poster yang berisi gambar, nama, karakteristik dan sifat, serta fun fact mengenai kuda tersebut. Selebihnya, poster boleh diisi apapun sekreatif tim aja. Maksimal pembuatan poster adalah hari Jumat pukul 19.00 WIB.

1 tim pemenang akan mendapatkan rewards sebesar 5💎 bagi tiap anggotanya.

Silakan mendaftar jika ingin mengambil misi ini. Tim misi akan dibagikan hari ini, maksimal pukul 18.00 WIB.

*Catatan: rewards diamonds 5💎 akan diberikan kepada total 12 orang yang berbeda, dan pemberian tersebut tidak akan diumumkan di TL, melainkan langsung kami masukkan ke dalam fortnight sheet. Jadi, kalian cuma perlu melaporkan diamonds mentahan dari misi saja, ya!

*Catatan tambahan: Selera Aldrich dan Helena berbanding terbalik, begitu pula dengan Cecilia dan Dietrich. Semoga jadi lebih gak biased!

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I have everything that I’ve ever wanted in life. I have a beautiful home, a nice car, my dream job, a husband, and two beautiful kids. I am set for life and couldn’t be any happier. Although that’s what I thought a couple of months ago. 5 months ago, I gave birth to our second child, Elena. She is a blessing through and through. After my first pregnancy with Lorenzo, our 2-year-old, the doctors had informed me that conceiving again would be extremely difficult and if it were to happen it would be high risk. Due to this information, it halted our plans of extending our family. My marriage wasn’t as strong as it used to be and my husband, Jason, was more distant than ever. Once we found out I was pregnant it did bring us closer together but only during the pregnancy and only for the first 3 months of Elena’s birth. I tried everything to hold the pieces together, but I was getting physically and emotionally tired.

It got to the point where he wouldn’t even touch me anymore. He would always comment on my weight after the pregnancy, which wasn’t even bad. I would just ignore the bad comments and focus all of my attention on my kids and my job. I was very lucky on having a job where I got to work remotely. I was able to plan my life accordingly. Today I had a personal review meeting which forced me to go into the office. Jason had work which required me to call our babysitter Carol. Once she was here, I quickly got ready, explained everything to her for the kids, and I was on my way to the office.

The meeting went extremely well. I got a huge promotion and a raise. I felt in a celebratory mood and decided I would cook a nice dinner for my family. I quickly event to Whole Foods and purchased the necessary things I needed for dinner. I paid for my things and headed home with a huge smile on my face. I pulled into the driveway and saw Jason’s car parked. Excellent. I turned off the ignition and got out of my car. At the same time, I noticed our best friend/neighbor Harry getting out of his car as well. “Hey y/n. Let me help you with those”, he says noticing the way I attempted to carry everything with me. “Thank you, Harry,”, I say to him handing him the heavier bags.

Harry has been a great friend to Jason and me since college. Harry has always held a special place in my heart since I could remember. In our earlier days, we use to date prior to meeting Jason. My friendship with Harry was so special and strong that you remained very close friends even after your breakup. Him and Jason became super close and were like brothers.it wasn’t a surprise to me that Jason wanted to purchase the house next door. Holidays and celebrations were always fun when Harry was around. “What are you doing tonight?", I asked him as we walked to the front door. “Nothing much. How come?”, he questions, grabbing some of my bags so I could grab my key from my bag. “Want to come by for dinner?", I invited opening the front door. “Yeah, old love to”, he says walking with me towards the kitchen. “Great! How does 6pm sound?”, I placed the bags on the island and started taking out the stuff. “6pm sounds good”, he says helping me. Once it was quiet, you realized it was too quiet. Furrowing my eyebrows I slowly walked around into the living room where the TV was on with very light volume. “Harry, do you mind helping me find Edward. The TV is on but he’s not here. Jason's car is outside. Maybe they’re in the play room?”, I suggest. Without hesitations Harry walks with me upstairs. He goes left into the playroom, and I go right where my bedroom is. When I open the bedroom door, I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. Right in front of me, I saw my husband of 7 years having sex with the babysitter. They didn’t hear me come in, too busy. I saw red. Tears threatening to spill out due to the huge pain I felt in my heart. I grabbed the lamp that was right next to the door and slammed it on the floor as hard as I could. “Y/N!”, I heard Harry say, his footsteps carrying him into the bedroom where my husband and babysitter were now sitting up with shock and fear on their face.

“Get out”, a calmly say. “B-babe. This isn’t what it looks like”, Jason defends. “Get out”, I repeat. I feel Harry shift, his eyes looking at my calm demeanor. Probably it was because his hand rested on my lower back. “Mrs”, “I do not want you to step into this house ever again. Do you understand”, I fiercely say. Her eyes held tears from how scared she was on getting caught. “y/n babe. I can explain”, he gets dressed and runs towards me. But before he could even touch me, my hand made a painful contact with his face, his head turning from the impact. Silence. I wanted to break down and cry right there, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“I want you out of my house within the hour. I don’t care where you go or where you stay. The kids stay with me. I want you out”, I say, turning around and about to walk out before I felt the tight grip of Jason’s hand around my arm making me wince. “You’re gonna listen-“, but before Jason could finish Harry’s fist made impact with his face. “What the fuck Harry!”, Jason yelled at him, a bit of blood oozing out of his busted lip. “Don’t ever put a hand on her again do you understand “, he yelled back rage evident all over his face. Before things heated back up, I went into Elena’s nursery where she played awake. “Hi my darling. Come to mama”, I cooed picking her up and carrying her in my arms. “Let’s go find your brother yeah”, I whispered walking into the playroom where Edward sat playing with his toys. They were so innocent and pure, completely unaware of the huge changes that were about to happen. “Mama”, Edward says dropping his toys and walking towards me with his arms wide opened. Hearing Harry and Jason arguing, I closed the door behind me and walked towards the sofa against the wall. “Hey my handsome boy. I’ve missed you so much”, I say, picking him up the best I could with Elena in my other arm. Once on the sofa, he climbed onto my lap and gave me a huge hug. Little did he know how much I needed it.

“Want to watch a movie my love? I asked Edward. “Yes please” he mumbled. “Any suggestions?”, I grabbed the remote turning the TV on. “Bluey”, he says with excitement. Bluey has become his favorite show as of late. “Of course,”, I giggled putting on his favorite show. The theme song played through the speakers and Edward started singing along with it making me smile and proud at how quickly he picked up on everything. “Great job my love”, I say, kissing the top of his head. “Come. Sit here while I feed your baby sister”, I say, sitting him right besides me. I lift up my shirt from the side and shift my bra down so that Elena finds my breast. As if on cue, she latches onto my nipple and begins to feed. That feeling never gets comfortable.

I kept looking at the clock on my phone. I had managed to feed Elena and keep Edward entertained for almost an hour. I tried listening to what was happening outside, but it was quiet. I was hurt, I’m not gonna lie. But for some reason I felt like a weight had been lifted. I also questioned whether I still loved Jason. Taking in all those mean comments from him for months made me realize how mean he could be. I just wished that he could’ve told me that he didn’t love me no more instead of cheating. I was so into my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door opening. “Uncle Harry!”, I hear Edward say next to me, my vision averting towards Harry standing on the doorway. “Hey champ”, he says making his way towards my son and picking up and lifting him mp into the air making Edward laugh. “He left?”, I question as he sat next to me bringing Edward with him. “Yeah. He took majority of his things and left. He said he was going to stay with his brother if you needed anything", he says making me scoff. I definitely didn’t need anything from him.

“Y/N, I just want to say th-”, I put my hand up for him to stop. I didn’t want to talk about any of this in front of my kids. “Not now. Please. Will you still be staying for dinner?", I ask him, hoping he’d say yes. “Uh. Sure. If you still want me to” he says scratching the back of his neck in confusion. “Great. Do you mind helping me put the babies to nap?”, my eyes screaming for help. I was feeling everything and nothing all at once. “Yeah of course. I’ll help with Edward”, he says getting up from his seat and carrying a sleepy Edward. “Come on champ. Let's take a nap”, he says exiting the room leaving me with Elena. I patted her small back to get her gases out before her pap. Once she did, I walked towards the nursery and put her in her crib. She looked so innocent and calm when she slept. Turning off the lights I went downstairs and began prepping for dinner. I couldn’t help but notice that Harry had put the groceries away in the middle of all this drama.

I started chopping up the veggies I needed but I couldn’t focus. My mind replaying the beautiful memories that I shared with Jason. All of it felt like a complete waste of time, besides my babies of course. What could’ve possibly gone wrong? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough for him anymore? Did he not love me anymore? All of my questions caused me to break down right there and then. Tears streamed dawn my face as I broke down for the first time. I couldn’t help but picture the image of him having sex with the woman who took care of our kids. A woman who was younger than the both of us. In our bed. I couldn’t sleep in there anymore. “Hey, Edward, is finally down”, I near Harry say as he walked into the kitchen but stopped in his tracks once he saw the state I was in. “Oh love. Come here”, he said opening his arms for me to embrace. And I did just that. I hugged him and he let me cry as much as I needed to. He caressed my head, his fingers running through my hair, a gesture only he knew would calm me instantly when I’m upset. He kissed the top of my head as he swayed us side to side in the kitchen. All I could think of was what if it was Harry instead of Jason? Would he have done the same thing?

It took a while for me to calm down my eyes red and puffy once I stopped crying. “There’s no way in hell that you’re looking tonight. We’re going to order take out and drink a bit of wine once we put the kids to bed, okay?”, he says. All I could do was nod my head in defeat. Harry let me go for a second as he put the mess I made away. “Come on, lets go sit in the living room for a bit”, he says grabbing my hand in his and walking us into the living room to sit on the sofa. Without even asking, Harry wrapped me in his arms and cuddled me, the familiarity of our past making me giggle. “There it is. The sound that I love so much”, he says poking my dimple that appeared on my cheek.

We sat there silence his fingers playing with my hair, our bodies cuddled together. I could hear his heart beating from the position that I was in.it soothed me in some way. As we sat there, I kept looking at the framed photo of me and Jason on our wedding day. We looked so happy in that picture. The more I looked at the photo the more I couldn’t recognize them. We have changed so much since then. Tears silently fell from my face and landed on Harry’s shirt. “Is there something wrong with me?”, I whispered to him. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you love. His just stupid and hasn’t realized how perfect you are”, he whispered back. I could hear his heart rate increase when he spoke. “World you have done the same?”, I question. “Now why on earth would I have done that to you? You are perfect. You are everything that a man would want and more”, he says. “You think?”, I look up to his face for the first time since we have been in the living room. He looks et me, his eyes dancing all over my face. He smiles gently, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears off my face. “Honey, I know you are. I’ve been win you, don’t you remember", he teased making me smile.

Before I could day anything Elena’s cries broke our attention away from each other. “Let me get her. You stay here”, he says getting up and going upstairs. I sat up on the sofa and wiped my face, getting rid of any tears left behind. “Guess who is also up”, Harry said holding both of my kids, one on each arm.in that moment all I could think of was what if it was Harry and not Jason. What would our lives have been if we were the ones to marry. Would we have had kids? Would we line happily ever after? I pushed the thoughts away and plastered a smile on my face. “Come here my loves”, I say. Edward immediately opened his arms out to me, wanting to be held. I took him in my arms and embraced him in a hug. He was the sweetest little boy ever. He is very smart and loving. Definitely a momma’s boy. I look over at Harry who had Elena in his arms. The sight warmed my heart. “It suits you, you know”, I say aloud, speaking my random thoughts into existence. “What does?”, he says, making silly faces to Elena. “Being a dad”, I begin rocking back and forth in my seat, something that comforted Edward. “You think? I don’t know”, he modestly says. “Well, I’ve seen you with my children and how you care for them. You’re a natural", I compliment. He shrugs his shoulders.: maybe one day. With the right person”, he looks up to me when he says this, maintaining eye contact with me. Deep down, I knew we were thinking the same thing.

4 months later…

Four months flew by in a wink of an eye. Within those four months I filed for a divorce. I was definitely not giving Jason a second chance. Keep down I knew he knew he had fucked up. I had also remodeled the house a bit to my liking, with the help of Harry. My relationship with Harry had been quite interesting. He came by every single day. We always hung out with the kids. Jason would take the kids on his assigned days since we have joint custody and, on those days, Harry would plan things for us to do. I couldn’t help but feel the reconnection between us. We flirted constantly with one another and stole glances here and there. When he stayed over rue would fall asleep on the couch. He was a great help with the kids, and I appreciated it.

Today, the divorce would be finalized. Unfortunately, that meant I had to go to court. Once I got the kids ready for their day. And made sure Harry had everything he needed to take care of the kids, I went straight to the courthouse. Once there, I sat with my lawyer and waited for Jason to arrive. As if on cue, the door opened and in he walked and sat with his lawyer. As the days went by, and I accepted the fact that we were no longer going to be together, seeing him was easier. He picked the kids up at the house and left. Although our relationship had ended romantically, I still wanted to have a good enough relationship to co-parent our kids.

Once the case was closed, I quickly grabbed my purse and started walking out of the courthouse. “Y/n wait up”, I near Jason’s voice behind me. I turned around to see him catching up to me. “Yea?”, I say wondering what he could possibly need. “I just wanted to talk to you”, he says making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "About?", I hold my arms in front of me. “Can we go grab a coffee?', he suggests. I suck in my pride and agree, deciding on meeting at the nearby Starbucks. He had arrived first and when I got in, he already had my coffee in his hand. “Thank you”, I say, taking A seat on one of the sofas. “What did you want to talk about?”, I say sipping my coffee. He fidgeted in his seat and took a couple of sips of his coffee before speaking. “I just wanted to apologize. Sincerely. For everything. I know I wasn’t the best husband and father, but I really did love you”, he days, taking my hands in his. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry for all of the pain I put you through", he finishes.

“For one, you’re a great dad to our kids and hopefully that doesn’t change. The first couple of days were difficult. I really hated you, Jason. I never wanted to see you again. But then I thought of own kids. They need their dad. In some way, one forgiven you. I’m not saying what you did was right, but one accepted that our love just ran out romantically. I just hope that we can manage to be civil and have a good enough friendship for our kid's sake”, I finished. “Of course we can. Thank you very much y/n. You’ve always been so forgiving”, he says. “Can I ask you one more thing?”, he says. I nod taking another sip of my coffee. “The noticed that he’s been at the house quite often. Are you two giving it another go?”, he says, a playful smirk on his face. “Uh… he’s helped me get through this thing. He’s been a great help”, I answered. He just nods his head. “Well, I think I should head back home”, I say getting up before he asks any other questions. "Alright. Thank you for joining me and letting me apologize", he says and hugs me catching me off guard. “If things spark up with H, go for it”, he whispers before taking his leave, leaving me in the coffee shop more confused than ever.

I drone back to the house why on earth would my ex-husband say to go for it with one of his best friends. I mean, year, Harry is pretty placed off at Jaxon but that’s besides the point. I pulled into the driveway and event inside. When I opened the I was met with Harry running around the living room with Edward. Elena was in her rocking chair watching the two of them. “Took who it is. Its mama. Let’s go say hi”, Harry said picking Edward up and coming to me to engulf me in a comforting hug. “Mommy”, Edward said grabbing my face with his tiny little hands. “Hey my lone. Mama’s here “, I cooed. “how’d it go?”, Harry asked leaning against the couch. “It was quite interesting to say the least”, I say and told him everything that happened, besides the last thing Jason told me. “That’s very nice of you to forgive him. Shows what a wonderful person you are”, he says. “On that note, I think tonight calls for a celebratory evening. Do you think you can get a sitter tonight?", he suggests. “Oh… maybe my mom?”, I say, more as a question. “I can ask Gemma?”, he suggests. “It’ll be okay. You need a small break just for a few hours. I can even ack her to come here instead and I can make us dinner at my house”, he says, already seeing I was hesitant. “Okay”, I give in.

The plan went just like that. Gemma arrived at the house assuring me that they were fine. Separation anxiety sucks. “Come, let’s go”, Harry said before dragging me out the door and into his house. “Har”, I begin to say but get pulled back and pinned to the door by Harry who attaches his lips to mine immediately. Oh my… It took me a few seconds to process what was going on, but I kissed him back. Flashbacks of our relationship from the past flood my mind. He’s feeling the same way I am! With my hands resting on each side of my head against the door, Harry intertwines our fingers together. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed his lips on mine, feeling like we were the only two people in the world. He took my bother lip between his teeth, slightly biting it and then sucking it to case the sharp pair. He lets go of my hands and places them against my neck, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

He kisses me down my face and onto my neck. “Harry”, I pant, out of breath from the intense kissing. I’ve been waiting to do that for such a long time”, he says, bringing his lips to mine again. I pull back, looking at his red swollen lips and then up to his eyes. “You feel the same way?”, I ask. “Of course I do. I just had to wait until after you were fully divorced", he says. “Dinner can wait a few if you’d like…”, he cheekily says, his fingers sliding up my arms creating goosebumps. I didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted him. All of him. Now. I nodded my head with a smile as Harry didn’t waste time to lift me up against the door. “Where”, he pants, kissing my neck eagerly. “Here”, I smirk, my hands tugging at his hair. With a sinister smirk Harry kisses me, his hands on my legs that were around his waist. They go up my dress lifting it, so it rests on my waist. “No foreplay Harry. I need you”, I pathetically plea. “Your wish is my command babe, he says. Putting me down on the floor, he starts removing his pants, throwing them aside. He then removes my panties. “Give me one second”, he kisses me before going upstairs into his bedroom and then quickly coming down with a condom on. “Now, where were we”, he smirks lifting me back up. “This is giving me Déjà vu”, I say making him laugh. “Oh, we’ve had our fun times”, he kisses me again, this time feeling his hard cock against my thigh. “I need you Harry”, I whine, desperate to feel him inside me. Without any hesitation he positioned himself and inserted himself. As soon as I felt the necessary stretch of his cock inside me, we both let out a sigh, relieved to finally feel each other this way after so many years.

“Fuck you feel amazing, just like I remember”, he says nuzzling his face at the crook of my neck as he starts thrusting. He felt so good. “Fuck”, I moan, my head resting against the door as he fucks me against it. Our moans fill his hallway, his lips kissing my chest. “S-sofa”, I moan, wanting him not to carry me anymore. He carried me into the sofa, the dimly lit room having such a cozy feeling. “Let me take you from behind”, he mumbled, positioning me on my knees on the sofa, my elbows resting on the edge. “Fuck you look amazing this way”, he says. Without wasting anymore time he inserts back inside me and this time I feel him deeper. A strangled moan leaves my lips at the feeling. He leans in more, his chest meeting my back, his hot skin against mine, as he cups my breasts. My body starts to loosen up, really getting into the rhythm and I start meeting Harry in the middle, moving back as he thrusts into me. “Fuck “, he groans, twisting my nipple in the process. My head falling back to rest on his shoulders as he consumes me. Soon my body starts feeling very sensitive, my orgasm approaching sooner than I’d like. Harry reaches down my front, sliding his hand between my legs to play with my swollen nub. “That’s right baby. Cum for me, yeah?”, he teases, whispering into my ear. He always knew I like dirty talk. “Show me how good I make you feel baby. Cover my cock with your cum”, he says biting my earlobe which sends a shock through my body. “F-fuck. Keep going Harry. Don’t stop”, I moan out, closing my eyes shut as my body slowly starts to let go. “Fuck I’m about to cum”, he groans, his hands on my waist controlling our movements. “Pull my hair”, I moan, his hand circling around my hair and slight pulling it back. “I forget how dirty you are”, he moans. His thrust becoming faster, the sound of our skin slapping against one another sent me over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck”, I moan out as I cum all over his dick. “That’s right honey, give me everything”, he says, riding my orgasm out until he finally cums, his movements ceasing as he cums in the condom. We stay still for a couple seconds, too tired to move. I feel his lips kiss my back, up my shoulders, and onto my neck. He removes himself from me, turning me around in his grip. Taking my face in his hands he kisses me, softer this time. “That was amazing”, he says against my lips. “You were amazing”, I whispered. “You’re amazing”, he whispers, rubbing our noses together. “Thank you, for everything Harry”, I say, bringing my hands up to move a strand of hair from his eyesight. “You don’t have to thank me Y/N. You know that I’ll always be there. I’ll do anything for you”, he confesses bringing a smoky to my face. “And I’d do the same for you”, I kiss his lips. “Now…how about I make us dinner and maybe we can squeeze in another love making session yeah?”, he grins, his suggestion making me laugh at how quickly he can change the subject. “Sounds like a plan”, I say. As he walks away, I can see us being together again. It would be y/n and Harry again, plus my babies. Our small little family. A future together, just like we had always wanted.

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Cricket Khabri: The Men’s T20 World Cup 2024 - A Festival of Cricket

The Men’s T20 World Cup 2024, co-hosted by the West Indies and the United States, has proven to be a grand celebration of cricket, capturing the imagination of fans worldwide. Cricket Khabri is here to deliver comprehensive coverage, thrilling highlights, and expert analysis of this prestigious tournament.

Unique Hosting Experience

The decision to hold the T20 World Cup across the West Indies and the USA has added a fresh and exciting dimension to the tournament. The West Indies, with its rich cricketing history, combined with the emerging cricket culture in the USA, has offered a unique blend of tradition and modernity. Iconic venues like the Kensington Oval and the Central Broward Regional Park have provided picturesque settings for high-octane cricketing action.

Tournament Highlights

The tournament has been a roller-coaster of emotions, filled with breathtaking performances and nail-biting finishes. India, led by the experienced Rohit Sharma, has been a standout team. Virat Kohli’s consistency and Suryakumar Yadav’s explosive hitting have anchored India’s campaign. Their victory over Pakistan in a thrilling last-ball finish was one of the tournament's highlights.

England, under Jos Buttler’s dynamic leadership, has continued their aggressive style of play. Their thrilling Super Over win against New Zealand brought back memories of the 2019 World Cup final. Pakistan, captained by the ever-reliable Babar Azam, has impressed with their formidable bowling attack, led by Shaheen Afridi and Haris Rauf, consistently outclassing their opponents.

Rising Stars

Every World Cup brings forth new talents who capture the world’s attention. This year, Afghanistan’s Rahmanullah Gurbaz has dazzled with his fearless batting, while South Africa’s Dewald Brevis has showcased innovative stroke play reminiscent of AB de Villiers. These young stars are not just making an impact but are also heralding the future of cricket.

Memorable Matches

The tournament has been replete with unforgettable encounters. The India vs. Pakistan match delivered high drama, with India clinching a last-ball victory. The West Indies vs. South Africa game, where the hosts chased down a steep target, evoked memories of their 2016 World Cup triumph. England’s Super Over finish against New Zealand was a thrilling contest that kept fans on the edge of their seats.

Broader Impact

The Men’s T20 World Cup 2024 is not just about the games but also about the growth of cricket globally. The inclusion of the USA as a co-host has opened new avenues for the sport in North America, drawing in new fans and inspiring the next generation of cricketers.

Conclusion

Cricket Khabri is your trusted companion throughout this exhilarating T20 World Cup journey. From in-depth match reports and player analyses to capturing the tournament's most memorable moments, we bring you closer to the action. Stay tuned to Cricket Khabri for your daily dose of cricketing excitement, because in the world of T20 cricket, every match tells a unique story, and we are here to tell it all.